Hey I know it is short, and a little out of character,
but I think it is a great start. Don't you? Any way,
sorry it took so long to get it out. And thanks for the
reviews. ENJOY ^_^
"And where the hell are my clothes!" Makoto yelled, she was
not impressed with the boy infront of her. First he takes her
clothes, then points a gun at her, THEN interigates her. *What
next pin me to the wall and make me pay for almost blowing him
up. Although, he is rather hot and I wouldn't mind. I mean look
at him, I bet you would do the same.* His rather loud grunting
noises broke Makoto out of her thoughts, which didn't go over well.
"What are you still doing here? If you want to give back my clothes
and gun, and appologise I am ready to hear it." Hiiro's eyebrow raised
slightly, here he was holding a gun to her and wanting answers and all
she could think about is herself. Makoto was glareing at him,
"Fine, don't appologise. I am leaving." She stormed out of the room,
only to come back fumming. "Damn it, give back my clothing!" Hiiro found
the girl quite amusing, never had he met someone so...what is that word,
oh yes insanely cute.
Putting his gun away--he saw no threat--Hiiro went over to his closet
and pulled out a rather large white, button shirt. Tossing it
at her, Hiiro left. Knowing that she couldn't leave the apartment.
"Finally." She was so happy that she was finally going to wear something
other then her underwear.
"Now, how am I going to get out of here?" She scaned the room, and
saw that there was only one way in or out of the room. It was the
door that the guy took. Sighing, Makoto peaked around the door and saw
him in the kitchen making something. Creeping out of the doorway, she
quietly headed for the exit.
"You should be quieter when you are trying to leave next time." Hiiro
mumbled still in the kitchen looking at the frying pan. She grumbled
knowing that he would stop her if she reached the door. Sitting down at
the small table, she glared at him.
"Eat." He ordered as he placed a plate of food in front of her. Pushing it away,
Makoto continued to glare.
"You know it is illegal to keep people against their will." she watched as his eyes
met hers, then back to his food.
"Not for me." Her eyes widened in shock.
"What do you mean, 'Not for you'?! You better let me go this instant!" Hiiro smirked.
"No one is keeping you here." Makoto was not impressed. If she knew any better, she'd swear
that he was laughing. Picking up the plate of food she walked over to him.
"Thank you so much for your hospitality, but..." dumping the plate of eggs, bacon and sticky
pancakes in his lap. "...I really must go." Placing the plate back on the table, Makoto left.
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*Damn man. Making me walk home in practically nothing.* Ever since Makoto left Hiiro's apartment,
she has been hit on, stared at, and gotten more phone numbers then that super model Rei Hino.
Though it probably dosen't matter that most were from a baka of a man, who's hair was twice the
length of hers. Once she got home, Makoto was going to make that man pay. It might be a little
difficult at first, not knowing his name would be a major drawback, but if she used his looks
she would easily find him. *No one is that hot. Wait, oh shoot. I did not say that.* All in all,
Makoto was having a bad day.
but I think it is a great start. Don't you? Any way,
sorry it took so long to get it out. And thanks for the
reviews. ENJOY ^_^
"And where the hell are my clothes!" Makoto yelled, she was
not impressed with the boy infront of her. First he takes her
clothes, then points a gun at her, THEN interigates her. *What
next pin me to the wall and make me pay for almost blowing him
up. Although, he is rather hot and I wouldn't mind. I mean look
at him, I bet you would do the same.* His rather loud grunting
noises broke Makoto out of her thoughts, which didn't go over well.
"What are you still doing here? If you want to give back my clothes
and gun, and appologise I am ready to hear it." Hiiro's eyebrow raised
slightly, here he was holding a gun to her and wanting answers and all
she could think about is herself. Makoto was glareing at him,
"Fine, don't appologise. I am leaving." She stormed out of the room,
only to come back fumming. "Damn it, give back my clothing!" Hiiro found
the girl quite amusing, never had he met someone so...what is that word,
oh yes insanely cute.
Putting his gun away--he saw no threat--Hiiro went over to his closet
and pulled out a rather large white, button shirt. Tossing it
at her, Hiiro left. Knowing that she couldn't leave the apartment.
"Finally." She was so happy that she was finally going to wear something
other then her underwear.
"Now, how am I going to get out of here?" She scaned the room, and
saw that there was only one way in or out of the room. It was the
door that the guy took. Sighing, Makoto peaked around the door and saw
him in the kitchen making something. Creeping out of the doorway, she
quietly headed for the exit.
"You should be quieter when you are trying to leave next time." Hiiro
mumbled still in the kitchen looking at the frying pan. She grumbled
knowing that he would stop her if she reached the door. Sitting down at
the small table, she glared at him.
"Eat." He ordered as he placed a plate of food in front of her. Pushing it away,
Makoto continued to glare.
"You know it is illegal to keep people against their will." she watched as his eyes
met hers, then back to his food.
"Not for me." Her eyes widened in shock.
"What do you mean, 'Not for you'?! You better let me go this instant!" Hiiro smirked.
"No one is keeping you here." Makoto was not impressed. If she knew any better, she'd swear
that he was laughing. Picking up the plate of food she walked over to him.
"Thank you so much for your hospitality, but..." dumping the plate of eggs, bacon and sticky
pancakes in his lap. "...I really must go." Placing the plate back on the table, Makoto left.
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`
*Damn man. Making me walk home in practically nothing.* Ever since Makoto left Hiiro's apartment,
she has been hit on, stared at, and gotten more phone numbers then that super model Rei Hino.
Though it probably dosen't matter that most were from a baka of a man, who's hair was twice the
length of hers. Once she got home, Makoto was going to make that man pay. It might be a little
difficult at first, not knowing his name would be a major drawback, but if she used his looks
she would easily find him. *No one is that hot. Wait, oh shoot. I did not say that.* All in all,
Makoto was having a bad day.