Disclaimer: See previous… I'm lazy.
I know, I could've added this chapter to the previous one, but I wanted this one to be on it's own, because it's long to me. This is in Ozuma's POV...if anyone didn't realize that in the previous chapter, but I intend the whole story to be from Ozuma's POV. And the triangle begins...
There are some mentions to G-Revolution, and I know this is supposed to be V-Force, but I couldn't resist, so you might see more G-Revolution mentions later too.
Sighing, I toss my cloak over to the side, not caring where it went. Mariam has done the same, as I find her sitting charmingly on the higher level, only up because of the stairs. Her prosperous emerald eyes scan the room slowly, in a possible fear of something before they move back to look at her nails on her left hand. She lets out a soft sigh in her boredom, now leaning her right elbow on the railing.
I walk around the warehouse for a bit, wondering what's going through her head right now. I let out my own sigh, pushing two crates together and sit down on one, using the other crate to prop my feet on. I lay back, both my hands behind my head in relaxation, almost in an imitation of Brooklyn Kingston. At times, sometimes I just wish that everyone in the world could disappear so I might finally be able to be alone with Mariam without anything troubling her mind, or mine for that matter. Again, trying to finally be at peace, I close my eyes. After a long while of silence, I hear Mariam clear her throat, and her footsteps descending down the stairs until she's near me.
"Hey, Ozuma?" Mariam asks softly. I crack one eye open, looking at her angelic features above me, slightly fixed in her worry. She shifts around nervously, biting the bottom of her lip with fear. That's when I opened both eyes, staring up at her. Obviously, just looking at her isn't a good enough response as she just keeps staring at me, her face still filled with worry. She glances around unnervingly, maybe with the fear that there's someone watching us, but I'm not sure why. Joseph and Dunga are the only ones besides us, I'm pretty sure, that know where our warehouse is. Not that it's a fancy warehouse, hell, I haven't even seen a fancy warehouse, but at least it's something and I'm sure that after a while, I began to agree with Mariam that this wasn't the best place to crash. Would I ever tell her that I agreed with her? Hell, no. She might think I've gone soft on her. Then she might figure out that I like her! She's definitely smart enough to figure that out.
"Yeah, Mariam?" I'm not sure what she wants, but if it demands enough attention for me to answer her that isn't a look, then I'm pretty sure it's big.
"Can you…help me get ready?" she looks away, with a slightly shamed look on her face. I sit up, looking at her in my confusion. Why would she want my help? Besides Mariam, I've pushed every girl away from me, waiting for the right moment to tell Mariam. If I haven't any experience in this dating field, why would she want my help? Her jade eyes quiver at me, begging for my help, although I don't want to give it to her. I know that jealousy might take over and I might end up turning her into a total mess, but I found it impossible for Mariam to have an ugly side. Impossible…
"Uh?" I ask, my mouth slightly ajar, but I nod anyways, "Sure, Mariam," although I don't like it, she'll think I'm a real jerk if I don't, "But you didn't tell me who he is yet…" I say out of curiosity. Silently, I pray to myself that it wasn't a certain happy-go-lucky blonde with deep cerulean eyes, owner of the Black Turtle of Water, from America… I could go on with this description for a while. Please don't be Max. Please don't be Max. Please don't be Max… I open my mouth in a sigh, to let out all the tension I had inside me. Breathe in…breathe out. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS GOOD, PLEASE DON'T BE MAX! There, now I feel better. Personally, I have nothing against the blonde, but it feels as though he's taken Mariam from me, and I, for some reason, find that as a perfectly good reason. But I know perfectly well that it isn't. There, integrity beats jealousy… at least I hope so, or I'm going to have a big problem.
She turns away, hesitating for a second as she brushes the violet strands of hair to her left, trying to brush them behind her ear. She utters out one syllable, which I recognize is a name. That didn't exactly help since Max, Rei and Kai had names with a single syllable. At least I know that it's not Tyson, or else I would've freaked out right there. Besides, I've seen that little click he has with Hilary, although she's quite unclear to understand. Besides Mariam, I thought that girls were just pests. I mentally hit myself again. Bad Ozuma! Don't be sexist!
"Can you repeat that?" I ask, bringing my legs to hang over the side of the crate, facing her. She's obviously hesitant to tell me. Does she think I'm going to get mad at her or something? Why would she care if I get mad, anyways? Why must she torture me like this? All I need is the name and I'll beat him up so badly. Heh, maybe he'll even beg for death. I resist grinning like an idiot at that thought. Okay, remember what the elders said; integrity over jealousy. Or was that something over something-something? Meh, my line works for me right now. Don't kill the guy, Ozuma, don't. I repeat to myself. Damn it, Mariam!
"Rei…" she mumbles again, walking away from me without looking back. I sigh in relief; at least it wasn't Max. But I don't understand. She's barely even spoken to him, let alone spend time near him. So then, why would Rei be the date? Does everyone know something that I don't? Sure, they were similar in appearance with their hair bound in a ponytail, (although Rei's is low on his head while Mariam's is high) with their two couple of hair strands hanging in front of their faces, only being prevented from falling into their eyes by the headband resting on their forehead. But personality-wise, I just don't see it. Mariam's quick with sarcasm and Rei doesn't seem like the type to respond to that enthusiasm, due to his quiet and shy nature. He would seem like the type of person to ignore such a thing, but politely. Rei was disciplined, Mariam is very laid-back and I have enough problems trying to get some authority into her and even with the caliber Rei has in that criteria, I don't think even he could knock some control into that girl. She's a free spirit…
I nod at her, although not liking the situation at all, "Okay," was all I could think of to answer. I follow her up to the higher level. I'm not even sure if any of us would be suited for such a night, since we aren't exactly living in the rich department. We have to sit on crates for god's sake! Unless we import our stuff from the homeland, then I don't think we're gonna look that nice. She goes all the way up to the higher level which she dubbed hers, and I think I almost killed Joseph and Dunga for going in there while Mariam was out, the guys saying that they were just going to 'use her stuff'. But I think it's gotten neater. She goes over to a little corner I didn't even know existed and I find what I never thought Mariam would have…make-up and accessories. She must really like Rei enough to use all this stuff. Rei…not me.
"Ozuma…do you…" she begins, trying to fix her hair in a tall mirror. Where'd that come from anyways? Is that imported? She's been importing things without my knowledge? Why! Couldn't she at least have gotten me something? Not a mirror, but something I would like. Like…man! "…think Rei's a good person?" she watches me through the mirror. By the look on her face, she looks like she's wondering if I'll get mad or something. Or possibly lie. When you're making things up, you look to the left, when you're remembering, you look to the right. I bet Mariam knows that.
I raise a brow and stare at her, looking at her eyes through the mirror, "Yeah, he is." I reply, remembering when Rei stepped up to fight alongside Kai against Dunga and Joseph, despite him not having his…Drigger since we had sealed it in the rock at the time. Though, I like calling the Drigger 'the White Tiger of Gold' instead of that other name. I mean, fighting for your friends when you're at an obvious disadvantage seems like a thing for a good person to do. So yeah, I have nothing against the guy. He's cool. I just wished Tyson hadn't corrupted the poor guy with his idiocy.
Mariam turns around to face me, quite a happy expression on her face. Her beautiful jade eyes were open, slightly wider than normal, sparkling greatly and her mouth open in a cheerful expression, "Really?" she tilts her head to her right, causing some of the loose strands on her left side to fall near her eyes, "Ya think?" she asks happily. Yeah, she must really like Rei if my opinion about him matters to her.
I nod, forcing a weak smile to my face, "So, what did you need me for?" I ask, trying to get out of this conversation. Sure, I like it when we talk, I just don't like it when we're talking about a guy that Mariam might like. It just feels way weird. And I might get way jealous. I bet she thought that I forgot about this little bit of information.
"Confidant." She replies simply, turning back to the mirror and grabbing a brush. Before I could ask why she chose me instead of waiting for one of the others to come back, she answers, "I need you to be my confidant because well, Joseph and Dunga aren't here. And even if they were, Dunga's no good at giving advice and Joseph's younger than me; he wouldn't know a thing about what I mean."
I fold my arms over my chest, "You shouldn't underestimate your own brother, Mariam," I say matter-of-factly, "he might surprise you."
"Whatever…" she sighs, setting the brush down.
I really don't like this, but I figured it was better than losing her to Max…happy little loveable Max of whom I would prove no competition against if the event ever came up. But then again, Rei had his own qualities that would still make me inferior further still. Either way, I lose, and I couldn't do a thing about it. My eyes wander down to the ground, wishing if I could feel like shit.
"Ozuma?" Mariam asks, looking at me through the reflection. My gaze comes back up and I feel the slightest bit of heat on my cheeks, nodding my head to show I was listening, "Can you hand me the earrings?" she waves a little hand to her right, not taking her eyes off the reflection.
I move my eyes over to my right, seeing a crate and box of earrings resting gently on them. Some of them were really nice, and I'm assuming that she was going to wear them…for Rei…not me. Not me. I let out a sigh, picking the box up and bring it into her reach. Her hand rummages through the many pairs in the box until she pulls out a pair of beaded, hanging earrings, aqua colored, possibly to match her hair.
"Thanks," she utters out, letting me put the box back on the crate. Then I wonder if Rei actually agreed with this, since Max was the one who told Mariam about it. I felt something uncomfortable drop into my stomach, and I know it's not the sandwich. I hang my head, hoping that I wouldn't have to look at her eager to be with someone else "Ozuma, are you okay?" my head shoots up, and I feel myself jump a bit, my eyes widened in shock and I feel a little embarrassed. She caught me in my saddened moment. No one was supposed to see that! Ebil!
I look away for a while, nodding my head. I don't think she's quite satisfied with my response, "……"
"Ozuma, I'm serious, say something." She demands, watching my eyes in the mirror. Her face quivers, staring at me like I might die sometime soon. Ho, I wish. She looks a bit paler. Maybe she's just nervous about her little date. Mariam didn't seem like someone who worries over a date, but I bet no one guess I was someone who would be crushing on Mariam. Maybe it was a crush, maybe it wasn't, but she made me feel different, compared to other people and especially other girls. Then again, the only girls I know besides Mariam are Hilary, that girl Tyson's crushing on and Salima, the girl on the team who's trying to duplicate and take the Four Legendary Bit-Beasts. Personally, I think there's something between her and her leader…
"……" I don't want to talk to her, if it's about someone that's going to take such an amazing girl from me. I don't want to talk, because right now, I just want to stare at her, to try to memorize her face, if it's at all possible, so that maybe I'd feel better when she's gone from me.
"Ozuma, talk to me! Say something!"
'I don't want to talk, Mariam, not about Rei, not about anything, because I'm in love with you.' I want so hard for those words to come out of my mouth, so that I wouldn't have to feel like this. I should've hit myself on the head for not saying that. "……something," I finally utter out. I am so smart.
Mariam just turns around and glared at me, fixing her earring to place on her left, "I should hit you for being officially retarded, but I won't…" she goes and brings the other earring to her right ear, looking at me, then flips her lavender hair.
I'm not even going bother to answer that, because I don't think I can stand feeling like this, and the cause of it is the one I cherish most. I turn to go back down the stairs, to lay on my crates again. And once there, I do my Brooklyn Kingston impression again. I've heard about that guy. He's pretty cool, although that blue-haired singing teammate of his scares the crap out of me. Weird how they got on T.V. Weird how we don't have a T.V, yet I know of them. Well, maybe it's just those big T.V's they have in the street. I saw them while I was walking back as Mister X from my battle with Tyson. Yeah, that must be it.
After a while, I feel myself getting drowsier, but then I hear the footsteps of sturdy heels against the ground, "Ozuma?" Mariam calls out, looking over at me and my weird position. I close my eyes, not even bothering to see how she looks because I know she's gone and made herself even prettier than she originally was, just for Rei… I know I should respond to her, in some way, but I don't want to, because she gave me this painful feeling that decided to settle itself in my chest and y'know what? I don't think it's a very happy feeling either. Ow, it hurt me… I wonder if she let her hair down…just for Rei.
For Rei, not me…
"I'm…going now," her voice sounds regretful in a sense, and almost excited in a way. I raise a hand in the air, waving it slightly. Once I hear the door close, I open my eyes and sit up, seeing the empty room. I'm not going to go after her… I'd feel way too desperate, but I don't want to lose her… I want to go after her, but I'd ruin everything; she'd never forgive me. She just left and I'm already going crazy. The guys would have a field day if they saw me like this. But then, I'd just beat their asses down to a pulp and that'd be that.
I lay back down, sighing again to stare at the ceiling. I should be happy that there's peace and quiet at last, but I'm not… Thoughts clouded my head. Thoughts about one person. Thoughts about a certain emerald eyed, violet haired, spunky person. And it hurt like hell. Unable to enlighten myself, I sit up, bringing my knee back up again to lean my elbow on and I hand my head. Something cold and clammy stains my cheeks. I bring my hand to wipe my cheek, finding tears. Tears! I hate tears, even if they are silent tears, I still hate them! I don't even bother to wipe them away this time.
I lean down to lay back again when the doors burst open. I immediately start to wipe the tears away, hoping that no one would be able to see me like this. Even if it is Mariam, I still don't, though I won't complain about her presence back here with me. Please be Mariam. Please be Mariam. Please be Mariam… I pray to myself, sitting back upright. I stare at the door, hoping that her date with Rei went wrong and she came back. But that seemed rather quick, and I don't even care, as long as she's here with me, not Rei.
"Ozuma!"
Okay, that is so not Mariam's voice. But that is so Mariam's brother running over to me, with the sandy-haired Dunga following behind. The first thing that Joseph does to me, instead of our normal greeting, he punches me right across the face and I tilt my head to my right, bringing my hand to rub the bruise on my left cheek. Man, for a little guy, he packs a big punch, and I mean that literally. I stare in bewilderment at Joseph and Dunga as he comes up behind the olive-haired boy. What did I do now? I try to save them, more specifically Joseph, and the first thing he does is punch me? I am not understanding this at all. I rub my cheek a bit more, hoping that Dunga doesn't hit me too.
"What was that for?" I ask calmly, looking back and forth at them. Joseph looks like he's resisting the urge to put his hands behind his head like he always does, so instead he's putting them on his hips in an angry fashion, his face quite red. Dunga has his arms folded over his chest, glaring down at me, looking like he has the intention to kill me and his face…is just plain mad. I still give them both a lost look, wiping my right eye for any tears that I didn't wipe before.
"You know what that was for, Ozuma!" Joseph yells back, almost spitting in my face. Do they think this is some kind of joke? I seriously don't know what they're talking about, so I raise a confused brow, wondering if they would kindly explain this to me without violent. I was hurt emotionally and they had the need to hurt me physically? Dunga looks like he's going to explode with anger unless I answer while Joseph looks like he just wants to blow off some steam on something and hopefully, that something isn't me.
"No, not really." I reply cleanly, blinking innocently at them. Dunga is the first to respond to that, which I found unusual, as he grabs my arms and glares at me, hoping to get the message like that. I don't think I understand yet, but I don't like their technique. I wanted to say to them 'I like words better than fists', just to see if that'd help my situation. Up this close, Dunga's really frightening. Like really, really frightening. At least when he's howling for your blood. When he's on your side, then you're in luck, which is why whenever we roam, I either take Dunga or Joseph with me. Dunga for muscle and Joseph for stealth.
"You idiot!" Dunga yells into my face, shaking me frantically, "How could you do that to Mariam!" I flinch, still praying that he doesn't hit me. I think I feel my heart beating faster. Oh crap, I'm going to die…by the hands of my own teammates! This is mutiny, I say, mutiny! I clear my throat, wishing that Dunga took a mint or gum or something, because I think I'll die of the awful smell rather than his fists if I stay like this for very long. Which is worse, I really have to wonder.
Really, I never thought Dunga even care about Mariam, but still, they're not making things any clearer. Still, I remain silent, still giving them a blank look. Joseph looks downright pissed now and Dunga, my the feeling in my arm, if I still had some, he wants to crush me into powder, "Do what?" I did nothing bad to Mariam; I even helped her against my intentions. Everything I do for Mariam, she either approves of or is happy that I'm there! It's not a bad thing! Unlike these people who are barely there for her. More directed at Joseph, though. He's supposed to be her brother! Younger, yes, but still, he has a job to do! Why must I do it? I can't stand that I'm only her friend, but I'm also only her team leader, confidant, and now brother? I'll never get anywhere in her books if that's all I am. Well, most people are only friends. I have four under my belt. I rock! Well, not really, since, although I feel bad for having these emotions but, I want…more.
"You let her go out with Rei!" Joseph spat out the Chinese blader's name like poison on his tongue. But I didn't let her…she wanted to go, because I saw how she liked him and how she acted while I was helping her prepare for her date, as much as it hurt me. I only did what she wanted me to do, making me kind of wish that I'd be there for her all the time, but she was the one who chose to decline my help. What am I thinking? It's my fault for not telling her that I like her in the first place. But she wouldn't like me that way…she has Rei now…doesn't she?
"Yeah, so…?" I inquire, hoping that they're going to fill in the blanks for me. I'm trying so hard not to act suspicious, so they wouldn't figure out that I like her. If they found out, they'd…well, they'd do something, and I know it's not going to be pretty. I rub my cheek again, "She wanted to go, okay?" what's Joseph going to think if he finds out that I like his sister? He's like…a little brother to me, in a sense, the way we act towards each other seems enough to prove that.
Dunga just releases his grip on me, and I fall back onto the boxes, "You're a moron, I don't know how you became our leader…"
Okay, he just crossed the line. I've had it, "What the hell are you talking about!" I start shouting back at them, "What did I do that's so damn bloody wrong, besides try to finish our mission!" I think my face is turning red. At least you can't see the bruise as easily now… My hands arrange into fists by my side, glaring hard at both of them. Joseph and Dunga's expressions soften briefly, before Joseph gets upset again, raising a fist to yell back at me. Dunga, on the other hand, is just staring at me like he's just seen the apocalypse.
"Mariam's had the biggest crush on you since forever and you let her go out with Rei, Ozuma? REI!" Joseph yells back in my face, obviously not stirred by my little outburst a few seconds ago. And I was certainly not expecting that. If Joseph and Dunga knew that Mariam likes…erm, liked me, why didn't they say anything? I could've stopped this whole damn thing! Now, I'm just furious that Joseph and Dunga didn't tell me earlier. I could've told Mariam! And it was too late now! She's out with Rei!
"S-She what?" I stutter, looking at them, feeling my cheeks heat up a bit again. Joseph and Dunga exchange looks, dull looks, at that. Joseph's lost his upset expression and I could imagine why. But, Dunga, I have no clue what's wrong with him. I would've never seen this coming, because all this time, I thought she liked Max, because of the way they acted before, like when Max said he'd only tell Mariam where Joseph was, then how they were trapped in that old building, I could've sworn she liked him. I even noticed when she went soft on him and I was so hurt, since it felt like she picked him over me…
Joseph glared, "Mariam's had…" he says slowly, in hopes that I'd understand, "the biggest…crush on you…since forever." He grins at me, but it seems more like a dark grin, like he's expecting something to happen and he'll make sure it does happen. I send the boy a slight glare which he replies with a smug look while I notice that Dunga's over at the sandwich crate, which I named, finding that there was only one sandwich left. Heh, I didn't know Mariam and I had eaten three…oops. Dunga brings his hand down to grab it, but Joseph races over, snatching the bread item before the taller man can.
"Hey, that was mine!" the sandy-haired behemoth declares, glaring at the younger boy, unknowing how much spit he's let out with that rant. Thank God I'm behind him so none of the saliva reached me. They're getting off subject, and I don't like that. I have to find a way to change the subject back to me and Mariam without those idiots knowing that I like her too. Unfortunately, I can't, so I merely shift around, going to grab the water bottle from the crate. Perhaps I can use that to cool off the bruise on my cheek.
"So how is it my fault she went out with Rei?" I ask cautiously. Joseph and Dunga look back at me while I walk over, taking the water bottle from the sandwich crate. I bring the bottle near my cheek to sooth the bruise, being thankful it was cold. I feel their eyes watching me, as if wanting something that they knew or thought they knew I had. I sit myself back down, holding the cold bottle in place, looking as Joseph leaps up onto a stack of crates, looking down at us while Dunga just stands around. Finally, I see one of them open their mouths.
"You…like her too, don't you?" Joseph asks back, just as cautiously as I did, possibly more. I think he fears that if he says the wrong thing, I'd do something he'd hate to him. Dunga seems to have the same idea, by the look on his face. Now, instead of looking like he's seen the apocalypse, Dunga looks like he's seen the rebirth of the world, just by looking at me. I wonder how that happened. Joseph smirks, bringing his hands behind his dark olive hair, scoffing to the side. His eyelids cover his dark forest eyes, which look like his sister's. No! I promised myself I wouldn't think about Mariam…
I remain silent, hoping that if I don't do anything, they'll be able to figure it out on their own. I look at the ground sympathetically and sadly at the same time, now wishing to myself that I really did stop Mariam from going out with Rei. I made the biggest and not to mention stupidest decision of my life and I couldn't do a damn thing about it! I hear the slight gasps of Joseph and Dunga, and I assume that they exchange a look, knowing my answer, although I said nothing.
"So…why didn't you tell her?" Joseph asks with a look in his eye I've never seen before when they open. I'm guessing that it's concern for his sister. How could've I been so stupid? I knew I should've told her earlier. I made a mistake; I screwed up. And now she's off on a date with some other guy. Willingly or not, she still went, and what's worse is that I helped her. I helped her out of my life. I'm such an idiot! I know that Joseph and Dunga won't let this go unpunished, but I can't possibly take so much blame…
I hung my head, not wanting to face their questioning eyes, "I…I didn't think she'd…" I mumble, suddenly ashamed for having such feelings.
"…like you?" Joseph finishes, raising a dark sea green brow, "She's liked you ever since you were little kids, man. Sure, I wasn't born yet, but she told me she did. She's been waiting for you to show any feelings towards her so that she'd know and tell you! But you kept yelling at her and kept being a pain in the butt, so she thought you hated her." Joseph was staring sympathetically at me, "She thought you'd never feel the same way…" he trailed off, looking away from me. Now I felt like it was my fault Joseph was breaking apart.
"Okay, I was mean to her and I yelled at her because I like her, Joseph. It was a disguise, so that no one would be able to see what I really felt." I admit, glaring at him. By now, I think that Dunga's excused himself from the conversation, "Besides, I was waiting for the right moment to tell her, or at least wait until she showed some feelings." I lean my elbows on my knees, fidgeting with my fingers in front of me, staring at them, in shame of myself. Suddenly, I looked at Joseph again, "Does Mariam still feel that way?"
Joseph looks at me, and then nods, "As far as I'm concerned, yes. She's the one who told Dunga to challenge Kai again and told me to go bother Rei so that both of you would be here alone…together…" He pressed those two last words into me with a drill. Now I just felt stupid. I slap my palm to my forehead, muttering curses under my breath. And I thought it was just a coincidence that both Joseph and Dunga were gone at the same time. Now that I thought about it, Mariam was so eager to go with me to challenge Tyson, and she was so eager to have me eat the sandwiches with her, she was so eager to see me smile and she probably leaned into me on purpose. She also seemed so hesitant to ask me to help her prepare for her date. And she seemed defeated when she left for her date and I just lay there. The tone of her voice did tell me at least that much. She probably thought I didn't care when she left! I just lay there and raised a hand!
She did like me! Shit…
I leap off the crate, going to look for my cloak which I had tossed aside earlier. Joseph was giving me an odd look, "And where're you running off to, Ozuma?" he asks, watching me tear the place apart for my cloak back. He leaps off his stack of crates, going over to get the water bottle I took to heal my bruised cheek, "Ozuma?" he asks again, seeing as how I was ignoring him. I throw aside some empty pop cans, bottles, plastic bags, old launchers, and all that kind of stuff. I didn't even think we had this stuff. Just goes to show how much I know my temporary home. Where's my cloak, dammit?
I find my cloak finally, hanging on the railing of the stairs, "I'm going to set things straight with Mariam. If you're telling the truth, this just might end well after all." I tell him, picking my cloak up, getting ready to put it on, "I'm going to tell her how I feel. No one's going to stop me and nothing's going to go wrong." I assure them, yet I feel like I'm also assuring myself. I head for the door, when yet again; it bursts open, revealing the happy Mariam. Happy Mariam? Mariam didn't do happy…unless it was sinister happy. And guess what? I was right; she did go and made herself prettier for Rei. Her hair was down, long, violet and flowing that went down to just near her thighs, even without the headband she wasn't wearing. Her dark navy sleeveless top lay just under a black open jacket with an evenly trimmed collar, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, showing that she was no longer wearing the wristbands. And her dark amethyst skirt, which only went only half-way on her thighs, complimented her long, slender, ivory legs, wearing cerulean shoes with a bit of heel.
I panicked, I was about to run out and admit everything to her and I find her at the door looking like this. Damn, I'm going to kill Rei one of these days, "Uh, Mariam!" I exclaim, slightly flushing. She just blinks at me innocently. I resume my normal cold look, to not arouse suspicion, but Joseph and Dunga have assured me that Mariam does like me, so what do I have to worry about? As I open my mouth, Mariam cuts me off.
"Guys?" She asks, getting Joseph and Dunga's attention. She already had mine, so why is she looking at me like that? Does she know what I'm going to say to her? I hope so, because I feel like I'm going embarrass myself like this. But Joseph guaranteed how Mariam felt, and I still have my doubts.
"Huh?" Dunga asks, confused, apparently since he's using his low voice.
"I… I think I'm in love with Rei…" Mariam stays with a light grin. My eyes widen slightly while Joseph and Dunga glare their hardest at me, with the possible intention of using their glares to kill. There's only one expression I can think of right now;
SHIT…
There are so many references in there that it's so not funny anymore… and I wanted to make it Max/Mariam/Ozuma, but I made it Rei/Mariam/Ozuma instead, because suicidalbeyblader kind of suggested a Rei/Mariam, but I wanted to do a weird angst/jealousy thing with Ozuma. Yeah, they're OOC, too bad!
