What Are You Waiting For

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Last time on What Are You Waiting For: Mahiru was entranced by the different colors of the fireworks and kept her eyes to the sky, as did I.

I managed to draw my sight away from the show to look over at Mitsuru only to find his face looking upwards, but he wasn't focused on the show.

The tengu's eyes weren't watching the fireworks, but instead kept their gaze on the young princess that stood beside him.

And all I could so was smile.

A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates. I had to take a break because of finals. Plus, I've been writing letters to CBS (evil, evil network) to bring back Joan of Arcadia. Bastards cancelled the only wholesome show they have. Please, if you're a fan of the show, email CBS and all but demand them to put the show back on! In a polite, professional manner of course. But anyways, this chapter is dedicated to scathac's warrior –waves- Hope your fic-writing is going well! On with it!

Chapter 5: Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue

I was extremely frustrated at the moment.

Wanting-to-throw-a-chair-out-the-second-story-window frustrated.

On-the-verge-of-torturing-and-eventually-killing-someone (again) frustrated.

Resisting-the-urge-to-toss-a-Pez-Dispenser-at-a-certain-tengu's-head frustrated.

That is, if I could find the aforementioned tengu in the first place!

Sneaky little git somehow managed to avoid me for the past forty-one hours.

Five more and Mitsuru will have his own page in Guinness!

I still can't comprehend how the kid's been able to shun me this entire time. Maybe he has some secret tengu power of invisibility that I don't know about. Or maybe super speed. Whatever.

(X-Men! Oh yeah, baby! Best retro-cartoon ever!)

But mark my words, I WILL find him! No matter what it takes!

CRASH!

Blink.

Well, looks like it isn't going to take that much.

"Watch where you're going, Mitsuru! Now we have seven broken plates. Not including the other two you broke a couple of days ago!" scolded the blonde dude that I have finally figured out to be named Nozomu.

Tengu boy cursed something (most likely blondie) and then went to retrieve a broom and dust pan thing. He completely ignored me as I followed, though I knew he was fully aware of my presence (who wouldn't be?).

"Hey Butterfingers! Where've you been these past two days?" I floated in front of him as he swept up the broken ceramic.

"Avoiding you," he grumbled without looking up.

I rolled my eyes, already expecting his answer. "Well duh. I think I already know that! What with you suddenly disappearing the minute I enter a freakin' room."

He tossed the plate remains in the garbage and made a huge ordeal about putting away the cleaning things. Now, any normal (key word there, people) would've calmly waited for Mitsuru to come back and then answer my question. But instead, I followed the little dude and made myself comfortable on top of his head.

I could practically feel him twitch in utter annoyance. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled out.

"Sitting on your head," I stated bluntly and grinned when he growled again, only louder.

"Get. Off. Now."

Pssh. He thought I was actually going to listen to that? As if. "I don't think so Mitsuru. I'm quite comfy up here. And any death threats you throw at me are worthless so quite thinking about them."

He cursed under his breath and muttered something about forgetting my ability to read his mind. Haha, moron.

"But let's talk about more important issues."

"Such as?" It was so obvious that he was going to hate and/or regret my answer.

"Your date with Mahiru of course! Also we need to work on your air hockey technique. You play worth shit."

Yep, definitely regret in there. "I'd rather not. I need to get back to work anyways," was his lame excuse to try and get out of this conversation. Like hell he was.

He made an escape attempt through the entrance to the kitchen, but I leapt off his head and blocked it before he reached his destination.

"Oh no you don't! We are going to have this discussion now! Mahiru already went through this freakin' ordeal yesterday. And it's only right that you get tortured too; fair is fair after all. Besides, you don't give a damn about this bar. Now come on!"

I grabbed onto his arm and forced him up the spiral staircase. He protested the whole way to his room but made no attempt to yank his arm out of my grasp and leave. Hmm, maybe he's starting to get it after all.

Or maybe he just doesn't want to work.

Or maybe I'm just overanalyzing this and his resistance has absolutely no significant meaning to my assignment and insanity has finally taken its toll on me ('This love has taken its toll on me / She said goodbye too many times before…').

Sorry, got sidetracked there. But you have to admit, Maroon 5 is an awesome band and that song is amazing!

Anyways…

But for whatever reason, Mitsuru allowed me to all but drag him to his dark and dingy room to have a conversation that we were both equally dreading.

Him because he never likes to talk about his feelings, let alone his feelings for a certain blonde and bubbly princess.

And me because I know that he loathes talking about his feelings and I know that this isn't going to end as pleasant as the one I had with Mahiru the other day.

We finally make it to his room and I toss him onto the bed (Minds OUT of the gutter people! I am NOT a child molester!), face going all serious-like and looking as if I don't hate being here.

"Okay, let's get straight to the point," I start off. "Your first date with Mahiru; what'd you think of it?"

If I wasn't so annoyed and frustrated with the kid, I would've burst out laughing at the way his face got all crimson-ish.

"It wasn't a date," he spat out. But his distaste wasn't very convincing since he was blushing.

I rolled my eyes at his expected answer. "Yeah, that wasn't a date and my ex's excuse of 'I have to work late' was absolutely true. Give it up Mitsuru, you can't fool me; I know you had a good time."

"And how do you know that?" he asked. The next look he had on his face Mitsuru should have his brain checked out; he has memory problems.

"I'm not going to answer that 'cause you know damn well how I know. As I was saying, you two had fun together. Ate churros, went on Small World, blah blah blah. Can you now admit to yourself that you at least like Mahiru?"

I tried to calmly wait for his answer, which was a very hard thing to do. Tengu boy's thinking process seems to be slower then a snail pulling a ten pound crate through a puddle of molasses.

Granted, my drumming of fingers against the wall probably wasn't helping said thinking process, but still! It isn't that hard of a question! It's a 50/50 answer; 'yes' or 'no'. But of course he has to make everything ten times more complicated just because of his damn pride.

Men…

Because of my little mental rant, I didn't hear the kid's answer and asked him to repeat it.

"I said, no I don't."

Mitsuru's back on my hit list. And I want to pull my hair out.

"Look, I'm all for the Denial Game, but this is ridiculous. It is all too obvious that you have a thing for Miss Royalty. At least show some guts and admit that you have a problem – I mean like her." Meetings with my shrink are coming back to haunt me. Ugh.

Mitsuru seemed almost as frustrated as I am. Which I don't see why, he's not the one trying to convince a stubborn tengu that he and some descendant of a dead princess are meant for each other.

He got off of his bed and looked at me in the eye. I'll give him some credit that he can at least look me in the eye and lie. "What part of, 'I don't like her' don't you freakin' understand!" he practically yelled.

"What part of, 'You're an oblivious, love-struck moron so just admit it to yourself already' don't you understand!"

This is so goddamn frustrating.

I deserve some sort of reward for this.

If I make it through this without making a few heads roll that is.

Whatever.

Letting out a sigh, I rubbed my forehead and had the sudden craving for an aspirin. "You're going to have to get over your nonexistent dislike for Mahiru eventually, because I've set up another date for you two."

His eyes bugged out and I could've sworn he was going to pass out like last time.

And instead of the usually yelled, "What the hell are you talking about!" I'd receive, I instead got a nervously squeaked out, "What?"

That got one of his many walls to crumble. Thank god.

But there's plenty more to go and I have a feeling it's going to be almost the same process that the Israelites went through to knock down Jericho.

"You heard right. You and Mahiru are going on another date. But your guys' little escapade to Disneyland took a major cut out of my dating fund, so we're going to have something less extravagant this time."

Unfortunately, the victory of the knocking down of the wall ended shortly for Mitsuru rebuilt it in record-breaking time.

"No way in hell. I am not going out on a…a…" It was laughable how he couldn't bring himself to say it. Probably some male pride thing again. Whatever.

"Just call it an outing since you seem to have severe problems with the word 'date'," I suggested politely. Well, polite for me at least.

Mitsuru continued on as if I hadn't said anything. But he obviously heard me because he took in my suggestion. "An 'outing' with Mahiru."

Of course the little smartass just had to use air quotes when saying the word -

Hold up.

Did he just say what I think he just said?

Taking in his scarlet face and wide eyes, I'd say yes.

Instead of saying 'woman' or 'girl' or 'female' or whatever other demeaning nicknames he has for her, he said something totally different.

He said her name.

Mitsuru Suou actually called Mahiru Shiraishi by her name.

I flew to his window and pressed by face against the glass, looking skyward.

He managed to gain some composure and asked, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Looking for flying pigs. Or the Apocalypse. It doesn't really matter which one though."

"Should I be afraid to ask why?"

I whirled around and pointed a finger directly between his eyes. "Because you just said Mahiru. No stupid names, just Mahiru."

And of course Mitsuru had to fully play the part of male-in-denial and practically yelled out, "I did not!"

He seriously needs to work on his lying factor. "You so did!"

"I didn't!"

"Did to!"

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

"You don't have any proof!"

Ooh, he really shouldn't have said that. "Oh yeah?" And BAM! I whipped out my handy dandy mini recorder from some random pocket.

(Don't ask why I carry around a tape recorder with me. You really don't want to know and I plead the fifth anyways)

I rewound to the part where Mitsuru said her name and played it for him about three times. "HA!"

And if it was at all possible, his face reddened and he somehow managed to say, "So?"

Yeah, real smooth.

"That just PROVES what I've been saying all along! You love her! I knew it I knew it I knew it I knew it I knew it!" I did a few summersaults in the air and ended up hitting my head on a lamp. I glared at it but then continued with my own personal party.

But since Mitsuru's such a party pooper, he got all manly and proud and said, "That proves nothing! Absolutely nothing!"

I paused celebrating and gave him an incredulous look. "What are you going on about? OF COURSE it proves something! And coming from you, it proves everything!"

I was starting to get worried. If all the blood was rushing to his face, how the heck was his heart still pumping?

But I'll worry about anatomy later.

This is too much of a major breakthrough to be distract -

Ooh! What's that shiny glint outside?

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! I'll be updating faster next time; promise. Review por favor!

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