Chapter Two- Arguments
Notes- Hehe, Kouran gets pushy in here. Poor Houjun. ^^ Please enjoy.
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Houjun scrambled after Kouran as she raced through a nearby field, until she was leaning against a tree. The blue-haired boy stopped a little ways away, leaning over and panting. Then he looked up to see she was staring at him once again. He ran a hand through his hair nervously, wondering what he should say. Then he let the first words he could think of come out of his mouth.
"Why do you hate boys?" he asked. Then he winced at that. It probably hadn't been the best question to ask her about.
"'Cause they're ugly," she stated.
He blinked. "You hate boys just 'cause they're ugly?" he asked incredulously.
"Naw. They're also stupid."
"Stupid?"
"Hai. They ask too many questions." Kouran gave him a pointed look.
Houjun blushed at that. "Oh come on! There're some ugly girls out there too."
Immediately, tears began to well up in her eyes, and Houjun knew he'd made a big, big mistake somewhere. "You... you think I'm ugly? You called me ugly! You stupid boy! I hate boys!" She burst into sobs.
The blue-haired boy winced. "Aw, come on, Kouran, I didn't mean it like that... yer not ugly!"
Kouran continued to wail.
"Daaaa...." Houjun sighed. His mother was going to kill him.
He suddenly heard a giggle, and looked up to see Kouran's tears were completely gone. Now she was looking at him and giggling behind two hands that were clamped over her mouth. "Now what is it?" he asked her. "I didn't do nothin'."
"You made a funny noise!" she answered.
"I did?"
She gave him an annoyed look. "You're asking dumb questions again," she accused.
Houjun immediately went on the defensive. "I am not!"
"Are too!" she shot back.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are TOO!"
"Am NOT."
"ARE TOO."
"AM NOT NA NO DA!"
Kouran stopped, stared, and laughed at him again.
By now, Houjun was getting thoroughly exasperated with this girl. "What is it now?" he asked wearily.
"You made a funny noise again!" she said.
"It's not a funny noise," he answered. He shot her a glare.
She ignored him. "You're funny for a boy."
"So you don't hate me?" he asked hopefully.
"Don't get yer hopes up."
"Oh." Houjun hung his head in resignation. So much for that!
Kouran then turned around to look at him. Her look of distaste slowly turned into one of thoughtfulness, and she was soon rubbing her chin as she approached the boy. Houjun watched her warily, not quite sure as to what she was planning to do. If she was going to cry again, he wasn't sure what he could do to stop her.
The girl walked around him a few times, then stopped and smiled. "I know how we can be friends!" she said delightedly.
"Okay... how?"
"You become a girl!"
Houjun face-faulted. "I can't be a girl!" he protested. "It's... girly! And... and..."
Kouran's eyes welled up again.
"Ano... daaaa..." Houjun sighed as she went into a fit of giggles again. "It ain't that funny, Kouran."
"Yes it is."
"No, it's really not."
"Yes it IS."
"Is NOT."
"YES IT IS."
"NO IT'S NOT."
Kouran sighed. "Do you wanna be friends or not?"
"...Yeah, I guess so." He muttered then, "Long as you don't make fun of me no more..." Then Houjun watched her carefully. "What do I gotta do, exactly?"
"Well, let's just go in my house an' into the room where I sleep. Then we can talk about bein' friends an' stuff." Kouran giggled again, and took hold of his hand. Without waiting for an answer, she started dragging him towards her house.
Houjun hung his head again, wincing as he was dragged over some rocks. "Why do I gotta feelin' I'm not gonna like this?" he mumbled.
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"Oh, you look so kawaii Kaori-chan!" Kouran declared, clapping her hands together delightedly.
Houjun turned a beet red. "I don't wanna be friends anymore," he said. He was hiding behind the bed, trying not to be seen either by Kouran or by anyone who might be passing by the house peering into the room.
"It's too late for that," she stated. "When you're already dressed an' stuff, you can't go back on yer choice. Like Mama always says."
"I dun' wanna be dressed like a girl!" he complained, plucking at the dress he was now in. It was a long one, almost identical to Kouran's dress only instead of her sky blue one it was a bright yellow. He could feel a rather uncomfortable draft where he should be wearing pants (Kouran had stolen them while he was changing and hidden them somewhere). "I look... I look... girly!"
Kouran crossed her arms. "Do it or I'll cry."
Houjun winced. "You're mean."
"An' stop soundin' like a boy," she ordered. "Or I won't be your friend."
"Okay, okay..."
Kouran smiled at him, then clapped her hands together as inspiration struck her. "Ne, Kaori-chan, let's go play outside!" she suggested brightly. "It's so sunny and purdy out there right now, it should be fun!"
Houjun paled. Outside? Where everyone would see him... like this? He shook his head, looking at her pleadingly. "Can't we play inside?" he asked. "Onegai, Kouran-chan? Just for now?"
"Iie." She grinned at him. "Unless o' course, Kaori-chan, ya wanna play tea party in here instead. That would be really fun too. Maybe our Mamas can play with us too..."
The blue-haired boy turned even whiter before blushing again. "Ano, iie, Kouran-chan. Let's play outside instead."
"I knew it! Let's go!" Kouran grabbed his hand and dragged him outside. "There's a river nearby an' we can watch all the fishies! An' we can race, and we can have a tea party later!"
Houjun groaned as he let himself be pulled out of the house by the little girl. "Why me?" he asked the ceiling of the house. "Suzaku, please tell me... why me?!"
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Another short chapter, and for that I apologize. I'll get out another soon, though, honest. Ne, though, I wonder what's going to happen to Houjun? ^_^ Kouran's a smart, evil lil' girl, ain't she? And poor Houjun's still confused.
Oh, note about the Da's and No Da's in here. Houjun will say these very rarely when he's either trying to make a point, is angry, or very, very confused. As shown in here. He'll slowly do it more and more often while he grows up. Just letting you know.
Anyway, please review everyone! Onegai? (Puppy eyes, then holds out lil' Houjun) I let you hug Houjun-kun!
Houjun- AH! Girls no da! GET AWAY! (Runs)
Er... well, how's this? I let you hug Chichiri! (Pulls out fully-grown Chichiri and offers him instead)
Chichiri- (blinks, then sighs in resignation)
So, how about it? ^^
Notes- Hehe, Kouran gets pushy in here. Poor Houjun. ^^ Please enjoy.
~*~
Houjun scrambled after Kouran as she raced through a nearby field, until she was leaning against a tree. The blue-haired boy stopped a little ways away, leaning over and panting. Then he looked up to see she was staring at him once again. He ran a hand through his hair nervously, wondering what he should say. Then he let the first words he could think of come out of his mouth.
"Why do you hate boys?" he asked. Then he winced at that. It probably hadn't been the best question to ask her about.
"'Cause they're ugly," she stated.
He blinked. "You hate boys just 'cause they're ugly?" he asked incredulously.
"Naw. They're also stupid."
"Stupid?"
"Hai. They ask too many questions." Kouran gave him a pointed look.
Houjun blushed at that. "Oh come on! There're some ugly girls out there too."
Immediately, tears began to well up in her eyes, and Houjun knew he'd made a big, big mistake somewhere. "You... you think I'm ugly? You called me ugly! You stupid boy! I hate boys!" She burst into sobs.
The blue-haired boy winced. "Aw, come on, Kouran, I didn't mean it like that... yer not ugly!"
Kouran continued to wail.
"Daaaa...." Houjun sighed. His mother was going to kill him.
He suddenly heard a giggle, and looked up to see Kouran's tears were completely gone. Now she was looking at him and giggling behind two hands that were clamped over her mouth. "Now what is it?" he asked her. "I didn't do nothin'."
"You made a funny noise!" she answered.
"I did?"
She gave him an annoyed look. "You're asking dumb questions again," she accused.
Houjun immediately went on the defensive. "I am not!"
"Are too!" she shot back.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are TOO!"
"Am NOT."
"ARE TOO."
"AM NOT NA NO DA!"
Kouran stopped, stared, and laughed at him again.
By now, Houjun was getting thoroughly exasperated with this girl. "What is it now?" he asked wearily.
"You made a funny noise again!" she said.
"It's not a funny noise," he answered. He shot her a glare.
She ignored him. "You're funny for a boy."
"So you don't hate me?" he asked hopefully.
"Don't get yer hopes up."
"Oh." Houjun hung his head in resignation. So much for that!
Kouran then turned around to look at him. Her look of distaste slowly turned into one of thoughtfulness, and she was soon rubbing her chin as she approached the boy. Houjun watched her warily, not quite sure as to what she was planning to do. If she was going to cry again, he wasn't sure what he could do to stop her.
The girl walked around him a few times, then stopped and smiled. "I know how we can be friends!" she said delightedly.
"Okay... how?"
"You become a girl!"
Houjun face-faulted. "I can't be a girl!" he protested. "It's... girly! And... and..."
Kouran's eyes welled up again.
"Ano... daaaa..." Houjun sighed as she went into a fit of giggles again. "It ain't that funny, Kouran."
"Yes it is."
"No, it's really not."
"Yes it IS."
"Is NOT."
"YES IT IS."
"NO IT'S NOT."
Kouran sighed. "Do you wanna be friends or not?"
"...Yeah, I guess so." He muttered then, "Long as you don't make fun of me no more..." Then Houjun watched her carefully. "What do I gotta do, exactly?"
"Well, let's just go in my house an' into the room where I sleep. Then we can talk about bein' friends an' stuff." Kouran giggled again, and took hold of his hand. Without waiting for an answer, she started dragging him towards her house.
Houjun hung his head again, wincing as he was dragged over some rocks. "Why do I gotta feelin' I'm not gonna like this?" he mumbled.
~*~
"Oh, you look so kawaii Kaori-chan!" Kouran declared, clapping her hands together delightedly.
Houjun turned a beet red. "I don't wanna be friends anymore," he said. He was hiding behind the bed, trying not to be seen either by Kouran or by anyone who might be passing by the house peering into the room.
"It's too late for that," she stated. "When you're already dressed an' stuff, you can't go back on yer choice. Like Mama always says."
"I dun' wanna be dressed like a girl!" he complained, plucking at the dress he was now in. It was a long one, almost identical to Kouran's dress only instead of her sky blue one it was a bright yellow. He could feel a rather uncomfortable draft where he should be wearing pants (Kouran had stolen them while he was changing and hidden them somewhere). "I look... I look... girly!"
Kouran crossed her arms. "Do it or I'll cry."
Houjun winced. "You're mean."
"An' stop soundin' like a boy," she ordered. "Or I won't be your friend."
"Okay, okay..."
Kouran smiled at him, then clapped her hands together as inspiration struck her. "Ne, Kaori-chan, let's go play outside!" she suggested brightly. "It's so sunny and purdy out there right now, it should be fun!"
Houjun paled. Outside? Where everyone would see him... like this? He shook his head, looking at her pleadingly. "Can't we play inside?" he asked. "Onegai, Kouran-chan? Just for now?"
"Iie." She grinned at him. "Unless o' course, Kaori-chan, ya wanna play tea party in here instead. That would be really fun too. Maybe our Mamas can play with us too..."
The blue-haired boy turned even whiter before blushing again. "Ano, iie, Kouran-chan. Let's play outside instead."
"I knew it! Let's go!" Kouran grabbed his hand and dragged him outside. "There's a river nearby an' we can watch all the fishies! An' we can race, and we can have a tea party later!"
Houjun groaned as he let himself be pulled out of the house by the little girl. "Why me?" he asked the ceiling of the house. "Suzaku, please tell me... why me?!"
~*~
Another short chapter, and for that I apologize. I'll get out another soon, though, honest. Ne, though, I wonder what's going to happen to Houjun? ^_^ Kouran's a smart, evil lil' girl, ain't she? And poor Houjun's still confused.
Oh, note about the Da's and No Da's in here. Houjun will say these very rarely when he's either trying to make a point, is angry, or very, very confused. As shown in here. He'll slowly do it more and more often while he grows up. Just letting you know.
Anyway, please review everyone! Onegai? (Puppy eyes, then holds out lil' Houjun) I let you hug Houjun-kun!
Houjun- AH! Girls no da! GET AWAY! (Runs)
Er... well, how's this? I let you hug Chichiri! (Pulls out fully-grown Chichiri and offers him instead)
Chichiri- (blinks, then sighs in resignation)
So, how about it? ^^