"No? NO! Oh I don't know… maybe I hate you because… YOU'VE TIED ME TO A FRICKIN' TREE!"
"Oh. That."
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Not Necessarily Sorry
Copyright Jess-chan
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Disclaimer: If I owned Shaman King there would've been more Ren-Pilika interaction. So, yes, I do not own it sadly.
Author's Notes: This is for Lorry… I haven't updated my other Ren-Pilika story haven't I? Nor have I produced a Horo-Tamao one. Also, pardon ifthis story isconfusing. I tend to do that.
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"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"
"Are you done now?"
"NO! I am not yet done! I hate you! I—"
"—Hate me. I know. Now, now Pilika-chan—"
"Don't you, 'now, now, Pilika-chan' me! You are the most annoying jerk in this world!"
"How would you know? You haven't met everyone in this world."
"GAAAH! When my brother hears of this—"
"—IF your brother hears of this."
"Ugh! Did your mother not teach you manners? You do not do this to a person! Especially to helpless girls like me nonetheless!"
"You? A girl? Pshaw. I never noticed."
"Grrr…"
Violent thrashing.
"—Shit! Did you just kick me?"
A few blessed moments of silence.
Smugness from her, and begrudged amusement from him.
"I hate you."
"You've been telling me that for the past hour and a half."
"I've been telling you this for the past hour and a half so that you'd know I HATE YOU!"
"Hmmm…"
A thoughtful pause.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Why do you hate me?"
A laugh. It was not tinkling nor was it resounding with mirth. It was borderline maniacal.
"WHY DO I HATE YOU? IS IT NOT OBVIOUS?"
"No."
"No? NO! Oh I don't know… maybe I hate you because… YOU'VE TIED ME TO A FRICKIN' TREE!"
"Oh. That."
"YES! THIS! Must I spell it out for you? So what is you excuse this time?"
Incoherent muttering.
"What was that?"
More muttering.
"I can't understand—"
"—Stop prodding me with your foot, damnit!"
"Then don't stand so close to me!"
"Great! I try saying sorry and this is the kind of treatment—"
"—Sorry? Sorry? IS THIS HOW YOU SAY SORRY? BY TYING A PERSON TO A TREE?"
"Not usually."
"NOT USUALLY? But you'll do it to ME?"
"I only tied you to the tree 'cause you won't listen to me."
"AND NO WONDER I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO YOU!"
"Aren't you getting tired of shouting?"
"NO!"
"Okay."
Exasperation.
"GAAH! How could your mother and sister put up with you?"
A half-shrug.
"…"
A smirk.
"Finally she ran out of things to say."
He just had to start.
"I HAVE NOT RAN OUT OF THINGS TO SAY—"
"—Are you even going to let me?"
Owlish blinking.
"—Let you what?"
A roll of the eyes and an exasperated sigh from him.
"To let me say sorry."
Baffled silence.
"You're serious?"
"Yes. I'm serious."
Lips pursing.
"Will you… err… untie me from this tree?"
He just had to ruin it.
"Maybe."
"MAYBE?"
"How does your brother make you shut up?"
"NO ONE MAKES ME SHUT UP—"
A statement was proven wrong.
Lips pressed up against hers.
A second.
And.
Another moment.
And.
He pulled away.
And.
Emptiness.
And.
That damnable smirk was back in place.
Surreal. It was too surreal.
"I'm sorry for whatever it is that got you mad yesterday."
Befuddlement.
"You know. I think another hour with that tree will you some good."
"What?"
Another smirk.
"Hey—HEY! Don't you dare turn your back on me! And… AND… UNTIE ME FROM THIS TREE!"
With his back turned, he chuckled.
Another hour would do her some good.
Maybe two.
And tomorrow he'd have to say sorry again.
Saying sorry was so much fun.
--Owari.