Kezuru Fever
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of MAZICA PARTY.
Pairing: Kezuru x Cratch.
Summary:
Cratch has no reason to worry Kezuru won't come around.
"Cute boy alert!" Kanna sank nails like Hosheagle's talons into Cratch's shoulders.
"A cute boy?" Cratch noticed the double anklets he was wearing around one foot and grinned.
"Over there! Ya know, the one in the pink trunks with the surfboard at the juice bar? He looks fun!"
"I am fine, thanks. I don't need anybody's help scoring a boyfriend!" Cratch struck back.
"What's up with that attitude? You'll never find a cute boy if you stay hung up on Kezuru! He turned you down, remember?"
"He didn't turn me down! He just walked out of class and didn't come back!"
"That's textbook turning you down! Or am I misunderstanding something here?"
"I know Kezuru. He's got a surprise planned."
"Yo! Cratch! Kanna! Thought it was you two I heard!"
"KE-KEZURU?" Kanna gasped.
"What? Why're you shouting? I'm standing right here!"
"Kanna didn't recognize you from behind. She called you cute!" Cratch giggled.
"SERIOUSLY? Not arguing that you're wrong or anything, Kanna, but I'm kind of booked!"
"You mean –?" she gasped again.
"YEAAAAAAAAH!" Cratch squeezed the arm Kezuru wasn't using to hold the surfboard. "I knew you couldn't resist scratching the Cratch itch, Kezuru!"
Indeed, Cratch knew, but he never knew Kezuru to be a surfer.
"Kezuru, you surf? How long have you been practicing for?"
"Exactly zero days, zero hours, zero minutes, and zero seconds!" Kezuru drummed the air with his pointer fingers, a popping smile arcing between his cheeks.
"WHAT?" That left Kanna dizzy. "Then why do you have a surfboard?"
"So I'd look cool for Cratch!"
"Cool and cute!" Cratch wiped his thumb on Kezuru's nose.