A/N: whew, about time I updated. =_= The end of school is coming up so I'm
mostly slacking off now =). I had inspiration too. *evil grin* ok, let's
make Ryoma's night an embarrassing hell.
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Sakuno sat silently in her seat, staring out the window. The atmosphere in the car seemed to have thickened, making it practically unbearable to breathe. Ryoma had been gripping the steering wheel tightly and glued his lips shut since that strange man came out of the trunk of the car. Actually, it wasn't as if they were talking before to begin with. The girl shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Seconds began to stretch out into intolerable minutes. She was going to go mad soon.
Ryoma fixed his eyes on the road. A few mutterings of "baka oyaji" and "embarrassing" could be caught escaping from his lips if one listened extremely carefully. He swallowed. Was Sakuno mad at him? She sure seemed miffed when she stared out the window like that. Perhaps he should apologize?
"What did I do? Why do I have to apologize," complained his inner child (a/n: hahha! Ryoma's inner child! W00t!).
"Your dad kind of freaked her out...she seemed kinda scared..." argued back a part of his brain.
"Who wouldn't be? Hell, sometimes I'm afraid of that baka oyaji."
"Still..."
"She's mad at me anyways and it's not my fault! She'll hate me if I say anything now!"
"Sakuno wouldn't do that..."
"Are you willing to bet your life on it?"
"Well, just tell her the truth."
"Yeah right! My reputation will be soiled if she knows that THAT GUY is my dad..."
"She'll meet your parents anyways when you both get married."
"Married?!"
"Well, where else are you planning to go with this?"
"Just shut up." "Mada mada dane."
After physically slapping himself a few times, Ryoma concentrated on the road again. Did he really want to get married to Sakuno? He always imagined himself to be the singles tennis player bachelor. He had to admit that to settle down with a family wouldn't be half bad. And Sakuno- Ryoma let out a not-so-quiet chuckle. Echizen Sakuno.
The petite girl sitting next to him apparently heard his laughter. She stared at him for a while before she caught his eye. Eye contact lasted for a few excruciating seconds before Ryoma tore his gaze away to look at the road once more. That shut him up.
More minutes passed by and Ryoma began to wonder exactly how far the restaurant was. He was sure to make reservations a few days ahead at "Rose de Verre" (a/n: it means Glass Rose. -_- I know it's a lame name. I need to practice my French vocab. before Mme Pignard *whip motion*- whipssh!). The young prince paused. His mouth had suddenly gone dry.
"Damn it not now!" he thought angrily.
He cast a glance at Sakuno. She still seemed quite peeved. He sighed.
"I need...to clear...my throat..." he thought as he felt something like a ball of dead air build up in his throat.
"If I do clear my throat, she's going to think I have something to say but if I don't say anything, she'll assume I'm implying something. Thus, creating more awkwardness."
"But I REALLY have to clear my throat!"
"Just think about something else."
Try as he might, Ryoma's mind focused on his uncleared throat, making the boy want to clear it more than ever.
"Decisions, decisions," he thought moodily after calming down a bit, "why must my life be so complicated? I'm arguing with myself on whether or not I'm going to clear my throat..."
Was it getting hot in the car or something? The young man fiddled with the air conditioning but nothing seemed to cool his searing flesh.
Cheh. Why do bad things always have to happen to me?
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Sakuno sat silently in her seat, staring out the window. The atmosphere in the car seemed to have thickened, making it practically unbearable to breathe. Ryoma had been gripping the steering wheel tightly and glued his lips shut since that strange man came out of the trunk of the car. Actually, it wasn't as if they were talking before to begin with. The girl shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Seconds began to stretch out into intolerable minutes. She was going to go mad soon.
Ryoma fixed his eyes on the road. A few mutterings of "baka oyaji" and "embarrassing" could be caught escaping from his lips if one listened extremely carefully. He swallowed. Was Sakuno mad at him? She sure seemed miffed when she stared out the window like that. Perhaps he should apologize?
"What did I do? Why do I have to apologize," complained his inner child (a/n: hahha! Ryoma's inner child! W00t!).
"Your dad kind of freaked her out...she seemed kinda scared..." argued back a part of his brain.
"Who wouldn't be? Hell, sometimes I'm afraid of that baka oyaji."
"Still..."
"She's mad at me anyways and it's not my fault! She'll hate me if I say anything now!"
"Sakuno wouldn't do that..."
"Are you willing to bet your life on it?"
"Well, just tell her the truth."
"Yeah right! My reputation will be soiled if she knows that THAT GUY is my dad..."
"She'll meet your parents anyways when you both get married."
"Married?!"
"Well, where else are you planning to go with this?"
"Just shut up." "Mada mada dane."
After physically slapping himself a few times, Ryoma concentrated on the road again. Did he really want to get married to Sakuno? He always imagined himself to be the singles tennis player bachelor. He had to admit that to settle down with a family wouldn't be half bad. And Sakuno- Ryoma let out a not-so-quiet chuckle. Echizen Sakuno.
The petite girl sitting next to him apparently heard his laughter. She stared at him for a while before she caught his eye. Eye contact lasted for a few excruciating seconds before Ryoma tore his gaze away to look at the road once more. That shut him up.
More minutes passed by and Ryoma began to wonder exactly how far the restaurant was. He was sure to make reservations a few days ahead at "Rose de Verre" (a/n: it means Glass Rose. -_- I know it's a lame name. I need to practice my French vocab. before Mme Pignard *whip motion*- whipssh!). The young prince paused. His mouth had suddenly gone dry.
"Damn it not now!" he thought angrily.
He cast a glance at Sakuno. She still seemed quite peeved. He sighed.
"I need...to clear...my throat..." he thought as he felt something like a ball of dead air build up in his throat.
"If I do clear my throat, she's going to think I have something to say but if I don't say anything, she'll assume I'm implying something. Thus, creating more awkwardness."
"But I REALLY have to clear my throat!"
"Just think about something else."
Try as he might, Ryoma's mind focused on his uncleared throat, making the boy want to clear it more than ever.
"Decisions, decisions," he thought moodily after calming down a bit, "why must my life be so complicated? I'm arguing with myself on whether or not I'm going to clear my throat..."
Was it getting hot in the car or something? The young man fiddled with the air conditioning but nothing seemed to cool his searing flesh.
Cheh. Why do bad things always have to happen to me?
