Disclaimer: Got rreeeaaalllyyyy bored. I luff Mekoizu! There wasn't enough on Fanfic….this is why I shouldn't ever get cold. (Based on Manga) Fluff!
You're going to hate the phrase 'are you cold?' by the end of this, I promise. -evil smile-
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Holy crap, this is weird, Meroko thought suddenly, examining her hand. She was sitting on the edge of the rooftop, legs crossed, and resting her head on her knuckles. Because it was slightly windy, she left her hat inside. Her entire arm was vibrating.
She assumed it was just a muscle spasm, because she put too much weight on her arm. But it was weird, seeing how her arm was strong, despite it's thinness. This was her whip arm. It was supposed to be strong.
The bunny girl noticed she couldn't heard Takuto and Izumi arguing about something Izumi called 'KP'. Apparently Takuto reached 6,000, and deserved to be dunked in a vat of boiling oil.
"You're cold?"
Meroko turned her head and was shocked to see Izumi only about a foot away, sitting beside her with one leg dangling over. The female blinked, her strawberry-pink curls fluttering around for a second.
"E-excuse me?" Why did my voice crack? Am I afraid of him?
"You were shaking, so I assumed you were cold. But that's weird, because Shinigami don't feel the weather." She could see the slight confusion and what might have been concern in his golden eyes.
Jeez those things are freaky. They're too sharp, like he's a cat. But Takuto's a cat. He's a dog. A cute dog.
Horror crossed her face for a moment. She thought he was a cute dog?
"I'm not cold," she said idly, not paying much attention to her surroundings.
Meroko perked back to reality as something soft and slightly warm engulf her. She looked down to see arms around her stomach, and legs next to hers.
"W-w-what are you doing, Izumi?" she asked quietly, watching one arm unlatch and trail up her side, then softly stroke her cheek.
"Are you cold?" the dog Shinigami questioned, a playful tone in his voice.
The truth of his game suddenly dawned on her, and she smiled, leaning back into his chest. "No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o."
His arm went back around her waist, and his grip tightened a tiny bit. Resting his head on hers, he couldn't help but smile as a light tremble traveled up her spine.
True, she had only shivered because he was holding her. But that just gave Izumi the excuse to almost mock her.
"So you are cold. Naughty, naughty Meroko, lying to me. I guess I'll have to make you pay."
There was something almost dark and seductive in his playfully taunting voice. Meroko furrowed her brow, an almost fear building up inside of her.
"Izumi…what are you planning on doing?" she wondered, trying to not let the fear inside of her show in her voice.
"Maybe something, maybe nothing."
Meroko turned around to question him again, this time a little more harshly, but she never managed to say the sentence. Izumi leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.
A mental alarm went off in her mind. Why was Izumi there, holding her, and now kissing her?
But instead of demanding an answer, or slapping him, or shoving him off the roof, she simply shut her magenta eyes and kissed him back.
And you know what? She wasn't cold anymore.
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A/N: My first Fullmoon fic. Wow. Please review!
