My Nasty Girl
By: Feathertop

Akuya: Disclaimer: Five words… School's. Like. Life. It. SucksPls., forgive the OOCness.

Chapter 6 - My Pancakes

Hao's POV

She actually stayed quiet.

Smirk.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, pig-"

I smirked even more.

"Or else."

"Else what, Anna?"

"You'll never see the sun again."

Ooooh... I'm scared... I want mah mommy! -NOT!

I smirked again, this time, giving her my remember-the-deal sneer.

She glared at me. Cu--- Damnit, not the cursed c-word again. Anna and 'cute' do not go along in a sentence.

Still... she can be cute sometimes. Mark the word SOMETIMES. Yeah, so she has stunningly beautiful eyes and smooth, silky, dirty blonde hair, not to mention, perfect body curves... (I mean almost-perfect) matched with a strong personality. So what!...?

Whoa, WAIT A MINUTE! Why in freakin' hell am I STARING at her!...? Must be because of lack of sleep, yeah, let's go with that. How can I sleep with a hag by my side?

Ok, so she was a mere 5 inches away. So what?

"Is it ready yet?" I whined. ...I don't normally whine; I'm just acting to keep myself from og- looking at her!

"No."

"How about now?"

"No!"

"Now?"

"No."

"Now?"

I smirked at this. Man, do I sound adorable or what? (Cough) Anyway, wooh! For the second time, I made her shut her mouth! I'm going on a roll, baby! Go, hao! Go hao! It's your birthday, it's your birthday!

I saw her roll her eyes as she flipped the pancakes until the other side was a golden brown. I bit my lip, gawd, the smell is so intoxicating. What can I say? I absolutely LOVE pancakes.

"Stop staring, pervert."

"Tell me, Anna, why would I stare at you? Do you honestly think you're that attractive?"

"You'd stare at anything Hao. You even ogle at an old grandma, undressing."

"So... you mean to tell me that you're an old grandma?"

"You mean to tell me that you were ogling at me?"

"Maybe, maybe not." I sneered.

I swear I saw her blushing! See---

"Go to hell." She answered, deadpan.

Fine, I stand corrected.

"I'd love to but I still have to make your life a living nightmare first."

She didn't answer.

"Hell to Anna?"

"..." Still no answer.

"Helllooooo? Do you hear me?" I yelled unto her ear.

Still, I didn't get a response. Gawd, she's good at ignoring your whole existence. But... I know one thing that could distract her. One thing that will make her scream like the girl that she is. One thing that will cause her to turn to me and smother me with love... What the hell? Where did that come from? Anyway...

POKE!

"Ah!" she jumped a bit and accidentally shoved her hand unto the frying pan. Next thing I knew, she was holding her now-red hand and glaring at me.

Am I supposed to feel guilty now?

Fine.

I INVOLUNTARILY took her sore hand and instantly applied first aid. First degree burn should only require ice, right?

"There, that should do the trick." I grinned at her.

She simply stared at me ...incredulously. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Helping you?"

"I... see."

Awkward silence.

Stop staring at her, damnit! Keep your cool, hao! Breathe... in... out... in... out...

"This is all your fault." Ahhh! (Cough) Forget I said anything.

"What now, Anna?" I heard my mouth speak tiredly. What?

"You poked me."

"So? You weren't answering me!"

"Why would I pay any attention to you?"

" 'Cuz I'm so hawt!" Emphasize the word hawt!

"Egotistic maniac."

"I am not a maniac."

She rolled her eyes. "You're a brute then."

"I am so not! How could a brute be this hawt?"

"As much as I love to burst your over-sized bubble, I need to cook--"

"Me food." I finished her sentence for her.

She glared at me. C--- No, don't even think about using the cursed C-word. What I meant to say was... uh... CABBAGE! Yeah!

O-o-O-o-O

"These pancakes taste like crap!"

She glared at me. "Good."

"Can't you make something edible? Oh wait. You can't!"

She rolled her eyes. "Like you can actually cook."

"Course I can."

"Prove it."

"Sure."

I pulled her into the kitchen and took the pancake batter. It was the ready-mixed type. Yeah, right. That never tastes good. I took two eggs, oil, milk and some melted butter. I mixed the batter until it was creamy and put it gently into the pan.

When the pancakes were finished, I gave her some and smirked.

"How is it?"

"You call these pancakes?"

I raised a brow. "Technically, it is."

"A dog can cook better than you."

"Yeah, right. You liked my pancakes."

"No, I don't."

"You so do."

"I don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"Whatever, don't like, don't eat!" I growled and took the pancakes away.

"Wait."

"What?"

"Fine, I like it."

"What? I can't hear you!"

"I LIKE IT!"

"More volume please."

"I. LIKE. IT. Asakura."

"Call me by name."

"I like it, Hao."

"That's better." I grinned.

She glared at me. C---- What the hell?

This seems to create a ritual. Every time I grin at her, she'll glare at me. Oh, wow. And every time she glares, my mind shouts the cursed C-word! Holy mother of all that is hawt... What in freakin' hell is wrong with me?

: Knock, Knock:

The both of us turned to the door.

"A-Anna, this is Y-yoh. P-please open up... I-I... I need to apologize."

End of Chapter.

Next Chapter - So, Hao's not actually a hundred percent big-headed bozo, he's also very immature and not to mention, a cook... a great cook at that. Will Anna fall for these qualities of his? Would you? And what's up with Yoh now? Why are the both still handcuffed? Oh gawd, what more chaos can a stupid writer's block do to the author?

A/N: Sorry for the oh-so-very very very slow update, guys. I really am so sorry, you know the jazz. School simply sucks. Oh... please leave a review? Tell me what you think of the poorly done chapter... Remember that reviews are the fuel of a story. Eh? Where did that come from?