Four Letter Words- Joke's over.
By: BlackAmoria
Disclaimer: Same as usual. I own nothing…probably will never own anything…blah blah.
Thank you all reviewers! You guys are great!
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"You know what this is? It's a conspiracy." Tsukushi said while animatedly waving her hands in the air.
Yuki sighed, shaking her head, "Tsukushi, this is not a conspiracy and the world is not against you."
"Well my parents are." Tsukushi replied, turning her head to get a better look at her friend. "Stop laughing, you would be freaking out too if this happened to you."
"I don't know," Yuki smiled, patting the spot next to her on the couch, "I mean, it's Tsukasa Doumyouji."
"Eww. Keep it to yourself, I'm not interested." Tsukushi waved her hand in the air, "He isn't as great as everyone thinks he is."
Yuki wiggled her eyebrows, "As great? So…you think he is kind of great?"
"No," Tsukushi argued, rolling her eyes, "He isn't great at all and I don't want to see him."
"I think you're scared." Yuki said, taking a sip of her coffee. "I mean, you have been nothing but a complete nightmare to that boy and now, I think you're expecting some kind of revenge."
"No, I'm not expecting anything at all. Hear that? Nothing at all. Nada. Zip." Tsukushi retorted, scoffing as she shook her head. "You're a joke Yuki, how could you say I was scared?"
"Then go. I mean, if it doesn't matter to you if you see him or not, then go. What's so bad about going?" Yuki replied, leaning her head to the side as if to get a better look at Tsukushi.
"What's so bad about not going?" Tsukushi replied, tilting her head backwards while looking at Yuki under her lashes.
Yuki sighed, "Then don't ask for my opinion. You always make your own anyways. I told you, pushing people's buttons aren't good but what do you do? You kick him in the groin."
Tsukushi sighed, groaing inwardly, "Are you talking about him, the bastard, or just plain people?"
"I'm talking about him. Go say sorry and maybe everything will be over." Yuki said, acting like it was the best solution in the world.
"Say 'sorry'? Excuse me, why in the world should I say sorry? HE is the one that started alt he trouble. I have nothing to do with this." Tsukushi argued, getting out of her seat and pacing once again.
Eyes glinting, Yuki smiled, "Tsukushi, are you afraid of what he thinks about you? Are you afraid he'll think that you are some stupid girl and not give you attention anymore?"
"What? No."
"Then why does saying 'sorry' matter so much?" Yuki asked, feigning innocence.
"Because it's not my fault. I didn't do anything, I am not the one at fault here, he started it." She continued to argue, dreading having to obey her parents' wishes and also looking like a complete fool in front of the very person that is the fool.
"You sound like a child, grow up. Come on, he's not that bad. He's kind of cute if you ask me." Yuki smiled, twirling her hair in her fingers.
"Stop day-dreaming," Tsukushi said, turning around and letting out an exasperated sigh when she realized that her request would not be fulfilled, "Ok. I'll just leave then."
As she walked out of the door, she heard a voice behind her yell, "Go say sorry!"
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"Why are you so excited?" Akira asked, observing his friend as he smiled to the ladies who managed to catch his eye.
"Noth-" Tsukasa replied, but got cut off by Soujirou, "Why do you bother asking, it's about his fiancé. He is freaking obsessed with her."
Tongue in cheek, the duo smiled, much to Tsukasa's annoyance and Rui's amusement, "Speak of the devil." Soujirou said, standing up tall and fixing his attire.
The F4 turned, finding themselves face to face with an annoyed Tsukushi, walking down the street, pouting as she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.
As she walked pass the group, clearly not noticing them, a hand reached out to grab her wrist, "I wonder what is going on in that little brain of yours. It always seems like your either out of your mind or completely troubled. So here's my question: What's wrong with you?"
She stared at him, and cocked her head to one side, "I should be the one asking that question. Seriously, what are you thinking? Do you plan on torturing me for the rest of my life? Did I do something to you? Why are you doing this to me?"
"ME? Torturing you?" Tsukasa retorted, clearly annoyed, "You're the one kicking me in the shin, giving me the roughest time and you say I'm the one torturing you?"
"I don't want to fight with you. You are bringing my down to your childish level." She concluded, briskly ending the conversation and walking away.
Tsukasa stood there, walking her walk away, bewildered when suddenly he found himself running after her. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her after him.
"Let go of me!" Tsukushi shouted after him but he didn't let go. And they ran down the street shouting back and forth at each other as bystanders stared at them curiously.
"Where do you think they're going?" Akira asked, dotty-eyed, staring after the couple.
He was answered by Soujirou's constant "I can't lose this bet" mutters and Rui's yawn.
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"You are just the rudest person on the Earth, aren't you?" She asked, slowly walking after him--tired from all the running--as he held onto her by the wrist.
He didn't reply.
"Look, my wrist is sore, so can you let go of your death grip on my wrist?" She asked again, this time shaking her wrist out of his grasp but he didn't budge. Instead, Tsukasa turned her around facing her as he stared at her silently.
"Argh!" She screamed, rolling her eyes so far up he could have sworn it touched the clouds, "Why am I always stuck with people like this?"
A line of cruses, followed by some insults, a few smacks and the shaking of her wrist in order to get out of his grasp. And at that moment, Tsukasa felt like he was on Cloud Nine. Oddly, through her treatment and abuse towards him and his groin,--which he has to say was in pain throughout the night-- he was drawn to her. But he wouldn't admit that for the world.
From the way the wind was blowing her hair back to the way she was waving her hands in the air animatedly, it all seemed amazingly real. The way her nose cringes when she tries to make a point or the way she would bite her lip when she thought of insults, which were, of course, directed towards him. It was so deadly genuine and attractive, that when he saw the fire in her eyes, his heart would skip a beat. And for that moment, insults, curses and all. She seemed like an angel.
But only for a second.
He was slapped out of it when he realized he had pulled her along after him towards a beach just a few blocks away from downtown Tokyo. She stopped her shouts when she turned to find herself standing on the shore of a beautiful beach, the waves crashing against her feet. She looked up to find him staring at her and their eyes met.
"What do you want?" She said, finally pulling her wrist out of his "death grip".
"You're the most stubborn person I have ever met."
"And vice versa."
"You are so tiring. First you agree to this stupid engagement like you're some stupid puppet and now you are giving me a hard time?" he began, running his hand through his hair.
"That reminds me. What engagement? Apparently there is an engagement that everyone knows about except me! I didn't agree to anything, you did!" She started, calmly which then slowly turned into a tantrum.
"Will you calm down?"
"No! I can't stand this! Who are you? I don't even know who you are and now, everyone is talking about our marriage! I don't care what happens; you do something to fix the crap you started!"
"I started? You're completely out of your mind. I didn't start anything! Who do you think you are? Why are you blaming everything on me?" He argued, shaking his head and sighing in frustration as he walked away from her.
"Don't you dare walk away from me." She screamed, running after him.
"Oh really? Watch me!" He replied roughly, fastening his strides as she hurriedly ran after him, pulling him back by the hem of his shirt.
Rip. They both looked down to see her hanging onto what would have been his shirt. She bit her lips as her eyes widened and his eyes darkened.
"What the hell!" He screamed pushing her hands away as he walked away from her, muttering curses along the way.
"Hold on! You can't leave me here! I don't even know where we are!" She yelled, again trailing his long strides.
"Find your own way home!" He yelled, not turning around to look at her.
"Hey! You jerk!" Tsukushi screamed running after Tsukasa and clinging onto his arm when he shook her off.
He heard a bump followed by a little groan as he turned and saw Tsukushi on the ground, rubbing her ankle. He sighed, rubbing his face with his hand, here he was, wearing a ripped shirt and stuck with an annoying brat of a girl. So he turned and started to march away.
"Hey, come back here!" She screamed after him.
He didn't stop. "HEY! You're not planning to leave me here, are you?"
He turned, scratching his head, "You left me in the parking lot."
"But you pushed me." She reasoned, looking up at him.
"Well you kicked me. Twice."
She was at loss for words, "Well…I…I…you…I was in a hurry."
"Same here. So work it out yourself." He replied, walking away when he heard a few murmur of words and turned around to see Tsukushi trying to get up from her position on the ground. He smiled softly, seeing the pout on her face as she rubbed her ankle which he thought looked a little bit sore.
"God! You're such a pain! Here!" He yelled as he leaned down, turning his back to her.
"What are you doing?" She asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Do you want to limp home?" He yelled, tapping his shoulder, "Here, get on."
"But you…you're."
"Fine. Work it out yourself. I'm leaving."
She bit her lip, pouting slightly, "Wait!"
He stopped. Turning around as he rolled shi eyes at her, groaning slightly out of frustration, "Hurry up."
She wrinkled her nose, indecisively before finally grabbing his shoulder and leaning her weight against him.
He got up and turned his head slightly to look at her face which he noticed was just centimeters from his. Blushing, Tsukasa turned away, "This wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for some obnoxious little brat."
"It was your fault too, you jerk."
He sighed, turning slightly to look at her, "If you fall now, I'm just going to leave you. So hold on tight."
With that, he held onto her thigh with his hands as she held tightly onto his shoulders, leaning her head closer to his hair. He turned when he felt her breathe against his neck and their eyes met.
Blushing, they turned away but still staying in their close proximity.
'He's not that bad, I mean, get rid of the hair, the temper, and the mean words and you have a really sweet guy.' Tsukushi cringed her nose, surprised at her own thoughts when she heard a groan from Tsukasa.
"You're heavy." Tsukasa muttered, lifting her up a little to keep her from falling off of his back.
She snapped out of her own reverie, rolling her eyes as she smacked him upside the head.
"Eh! Stupid woman! Do you want me to drop you?" He shouted, turning his head around to look at her.
"Then drop me down. I don't need you to carry me."
"Really? That's not what you said at the beach."
"I didn't ask now did I?" She argued, cocking her head so she could get a better view of his face.
He didn't reply instead just continued carrying her down the street. The couple, completely lost in their own world was oblivious to the envious stares they got from bystanders. To the world, Tsukasa and Tsukushi represented the perfect couple. Tsukushi holding onto Tsukasa's shoulder tightly as she leaned closer to his head as he held onto her legs, afraid of letting her fall. The two catching each other's gaze and bickering as they continued to share their close proximity, their faces red.
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"I think I have the hottest news, you won't believe it. The Makino Heiress and the Doumyouji Heir." The woman standing across the street said into her phone, continuously taking pictures of the couple.
"Just think about it. I could see the front pages already, 'The Prince and Princess: A Teenage Love story', I think it will make a lovely headline don't you think?"
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He came to a stop at the Makino's Mansion, short of breathe as he carried her into the house, smiling when he saw that she was still asleep. Tsukasa made a shushing gesture to the butler as the older man opened the door, motioning towards a smiling Tsukushi sleeping, head leaned against his shoulder.
"Here, I'll get the young miss off of you, young sir…" The Butler said politely, bowing as he held his arms out.
"No, it's fine. Just lead me to her room." Tsukasa said, shaking his head slightly, scared to wake Tsukushi up.
"Yes, young sir." The man bowed, turning on his heel to lead Tsukasa to the west wing of the house where Tsukushi's room was located.
The walk down the hallway seemed like it would take forever, especially to a tired Tsukasa who tried to hold on to Tsukushi as her weight kept slipping off his back. The Butler led him towards a room at the end of the hall, completely outcast from the others.
"Here you go; I'll send the maids up to help you tuck the Young Miss in." He said, holding the door open as he bowed one last time before leaving but Tsukasa held him back with his one free hand.
"No, its fine. I'll manage; I don't think she'll be a happy camper if the maids happened to woke her up." He said, smiling slightly showing his dimples.
The man nodded and left, closing the door quietly behind him. Seeing that he was finally alone Tsukasa sighed, walking towards the bed and laying Tsukushi down.
He wrinkled his nose, looking down at Tsukushi as he tried to position her on the bed. Once he was finally satisfied with her position, he pulled off her shoes and tugged the covers over her body.
Tsukasa sighed wearily, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he leaned down to get a better look at her. Smiling, he reached up to tuck a loose strand of her behind her ear, whispering, "Good night, stupid woman."
He saw the clothes, noticing how neat and particular they were even after their little journey, or rather, his and his eyes glimmered. He reached down, pulling the covers off her, as he redid a few buttons and retied her skirt messily, ruining the neatness of her outfit. He ran his hand against her sleeves and the hem of her skirt, wrinkling them somewhat.
Finally satisfied with his little project as he tucked her in again, he made his way out of the room but not before leaving her a little note, using one of her lipsticks and her mirror. He chuckled slightly, re-reading what he had written, "She'll just die."
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She sat up form her bed, surprised when she realized that she was in her own room and not discarded at some random alley in the streets, 'Who knows? The jerk might have a good heart after all.'
She got out of bed, stretching when she noticed something written on her mirror. Walking towards it, she arched her eyebrows, seeing the T.D. initial below it.
Stupid Woman:
You drooling pig, I carry you home and you drool all over my shirt while snoring into my ear. So as redemption for my loss (of my favorite shirt) I have a picture of you….naked. Just thank me later for having enough decency to put your clothes back on. Nice body. .
--T.D.
She screamed, fully trusting his words. 'That jerk, he would do something like this!' She bit her lip, walking towards her bathroom as she angrily slammed the door shut, "So much for 'good guy'."
And she laughed, bitterly, she can't believe for a moment she was attracted to that creep when all he wanted was revenge. "Well, you can't judge a book by its cover. And I thought he was a wimp."
So she took a shower to clear her head as she angrily bit her lip, planning to make sure Tsukasa doesn't get away with this… for lack of better words, assault.
"Doumyouji Tsukasa, you are going to get more than you bargained for."
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He smiled, fingering the picture on the newspaper, or every newspaper in Tokyo. Who would have thought she was so photogenic, she even looked cute shouting.
But he knew better, he's not going to let her push him around. Tsukasa Doumyouji is done being Mr. Nice Guy, from now on, Tsukushi will be at the receiving end of his torment.
Cute jokes over, Tsukasa Doumyouji is back. So much for not sinking to her level. So much for learning to control his anger, he's going to let her know what the leader of the F4 was capable of.
"Tsukushi Makino, joke's over."
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"Do you think it is time to let everyone know the big secret?" Chieko asked, slightly unsure of this decision.
"Of course, I've been waiting for something like this to happen. Now that everyone thinks they are in love. We might as well spill the beans." Keade replied, smiling to herself.
So she picked up the phone and dialed some numbers.
"Make their engagement tomorrow's headline and start planning the party. I want this will be the event of the year."
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So? What do you think? I know, not very exciting and very lame. But come on, me lacking inspiration, this is the best I could come up with. .