Paradoxical Composition

By: irish d' salmon luver

Author's Ramble: I'm still alive? Darn it. Oh, well, before I forget, this chapter was inspired by impracticality's fan fiction "". This person really has awesome writing skill, especially in writing one-shoot.

Disclaimer: Even my crystal ball won't ever tell me when I will own Bakugan.

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Chapter 05: Of Eyes and Lies

At the first time, he thought she was a simple one, almost simpleton. She said whatever she wanted to say, like she had no brake inside those plump lips of her. You can tell what she was thinking right now and then, he thought that she was as easy to read as an open book.

After being her friend for a while, he realized that she wasn't that simple at all.

He knew her true skin by a simple curiosity. He noticed that she never meant her words. Those words, which he thought were spoken by her so casually, were actually spoken with calculated mind and hid more meanings behind them. In other words, she'd been lying and making fool of herself for all this time. And how did he find out this truth?

Like it was mentioned before; by a simple curiosity.

He observed her eyes.

He'd been wondering why her eyes flickered mischievously at Runo as she flirted with Dan and said those all-but-nothing love words.

Translation: she didn't love or like Dan. What she loved was to piss Runo off.

He realized her eyes would glance at her right side whenever she suggested something ridiculous with such naivety it could rivaled a child, like she was the most intelligent person in the world.

Translation: she also thought that her suggestion was ridiculous. Yep, she did it for the sake of sheer humor.

And at that time, when she was rejected again by her childhood friend Billy, he noticed her slightly misty eyes as she said to the others that she would be fine and would definitely bring him back.

Translation: she better off dead then and now.

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Since then, he made this a game: to decode what she truly felt. It turned out quite interesting, for she truly had colorful personalities inside her, much more than what she'd been showing to others. Who would've guess that a Julie Makimoto was a figure full of insecurity, doubts, and inferiority.

Her blatant way of speaking, her over-confidence, and her hyperactive demeanor deceived everyone, even their Brawler friends, maybe even her family. Maybe the only one who knew this side of her only her Bakugan, Gorem, and him, the outsider. But he was different from Gorem, who had this privilege of seeing her weak side. No, he was a peeping Tom, an uninvited person who was peeking inside her seemingly strong yet fragile heart.

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They were at florist. The cold, aloof dark haired boy with the bubbly, silver haired girl, were sighted at the florist at the same time, but they didn't come together. She couldn't hide her surprise as she saw him there. And the bouquet of lilies in his hand just escalated her interest.

"Wow… I never thought you were the type to buy flowers for girl, Shun."

"Am not. I'm going to visit my mother's graveyard."

"Oh, sorry…" she dropped the conversation.

He watched her looking at the various flowers, eyes glimmering slightly at the sight of violets. Her smile widened as she found the roses. She called the shopkeeper while her finger pointed at the pink and red roses, "I would like some of these, please."

This picked his curiosity.

"Why did you choose the roses?"

She was taken aback with his question. Why he, of all the people, suddenly interested at her choice of flower? And why did he care?

Stuttering, she replied, "T-to decorate my room, of course. Roses are classic. They're pretty and I like it."

He could see her eyes wavered for a second.

"See ya," he turned around and walked outside, away from the baffled girl.

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Several days later, a bouquet of violets arrived at her house. There was no name, no signature, and no hints of identity of the sender. But there was a card with message written in beautiful and artistic handwriting.

"Violets suit you more."

A smile escaped her glossy lips.

"Shy as ever."

Julie put the bouquet at the desk in her room, touched the purple petals softly. She could feel a warm and ticklish feeling inside her, a peculiar feeling that disturbed her since her encounter with the silent ninja at the florist. She wondered how the hell the boy knew that she liked violets more than roses, but decided to drop it off. She took one flower from the bouquet and held it close to her eyes.

"Violets. Just like my eye color."

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A/R: How the heck it ended up with flowers?! That just doesn't make sense! *go smack her own head* I don't know for you guys, but I don't really like this chapter. Way too… vague, I guess…