The Stalker

Disclaimer: If you ask me one more time if I own this friggin' anime I'll cut off your arms and legs, and then tie you up in a bag, and throw you in the coldest river in the world! I DON'T OWN THIS SHOW!

(Sigh) Damn he's hot! How can any one person be so good looking? I could sit here and stare at him all day long, which is what I do anyway, and never ever get bored. Of course, he doesn't even notice me at all; I'm just another soldier to him.'

I stare in interest as he sticks his tongue out in concentration as he fills out a report on his latest mission. Standing up he makes his way towards me while shifting through the papers in his hands, checking for mistakes. Being the clumsy, yet loveable, idiot that he is he trips over a chord that was lying in the way. The sheets fly to the floor as he falls on his hands and knees in front of me. (Bad thoughts Bad thoughts)

Raising himself up to where he's balancing his body just on his knees he looks up at me and smiles his goofy smile.

"Ha, my bad, didn't see that chord… sorry." Laughing still, he reaches over and begins to collect the scattered parchment.

"Here, let me help," I say before bending down and grabbing the rest of the escaping paper. There being one sheet left I reach for it, but just as my fingers touch the stiff material a hand clamps down on mine. Gasping, I glance up to see that the hand is none other than his and that his cheeks are tinted a rosy red.

Staring at the object of my every thought and desire causes a swift rush of blood to rise to my face, turning it a shade that would put the reddest apple to shame. Ducking my head to hide my obvious dilemma I shove the papers in his arms and dash out of the room.

(hours later)

After cooling myself off I had finished work without any more interruptions, and now I was stealthily following the man I was hopelessly in love with. He's tried numerous times to catch me before, but to no avail, I'm just too quick for him.

Paying too much attention to the handsome devil down the street causes me to absolutely fail to see the child kneeling in the street before me. Because I was neglecting everything except that sole figure I ended up tripping over the little girl, and I soon found myself sprawled out painfully on the hard damp ground. Picking myself up I try to wipe the mud off of my clothes, but only succeed in smearing it into the material.

By the time I'm done fussing with the stubborn mud stains the girl has already run off and the man I was shadowing is no where in sight. Hastily running as fast as I can, in hopes of catching up to him, I yet again don't pay any attention to where I'm going. Suddenly, the face that haunts my most lustful dreams appears in front of me. His hand stretches out and grabs the front of my uniform and his other hand forms a fist, but before he can deliver a single blow he gasps and jumps back. He's finally recognized me and I've absolutely no idea what to do when he jabs a finger in my direction and shouts, "YOU!"

Thinking quickly I put into use Plan A, a.k.a. play innocent, "Me? Havoc, what're you talking about?"

Hesitating only for an instant he quickly shoots back, "Don't you play dumb with me, Fury, you've been stalking me for a week!"

Ok, no go, time for Plan B, denial. "I… I did not!" Try to sound indignant.

He grabs my shoulders and shakes me slightly. "Don't lie, Fury, I know it was you."

'Arg, damn it, caught red handed. There's no way to get out of this, maybe I should just come out and say it.'

Impatiently Havoc stamps his foot and snaps, "I'm waiting for an explanation."

Sighing I drop my head in defeat, "Ok."

A/N: Ha Ha, got ya again! (grin) Let's just wait a tiny bit and then see how Havoc's gonna react to the upcoming confession. Dun dun dun! (scary music) Will he jump with joy and throw Fury down in the alley to ravage him, or… will he be disgusted and beat Fury and request a transfer to another department in the military so that he won't have to see him ever ever again? Review, read, and find out! Till next time, ja ne!