This one shot is for darkmoonstar309!

Shipping: SplendontxFlaky

Rating: T

Word: [Personal] Space

It's so much easier to write in the past . . so I did c: Italicized means the past~


This was starting to get awkward.

Flaky put her fork down on the side of her plate and pushed her chair away from the dinner table, getting up and excusing herself. "Excuse me but . . I-I'm full and a little tired . . so I'm going to bed . ." She pushed her bangs away from her eyes and walked away from where the only other red head was seated at, his crimson eyes following her as he got up too.

It had all started out three days ago, the day he started refusing to give her any space for just herself . . .

The small red head was walking through the aisles of the supermarket, looking at her list of things she needed. "Let's see . . sponges . . milk . . eggs . ." She kept mumbling the essentials to herself, distracted from where she was going, and eventually bumping into someone's back. "Oh!"

Blushing from her clumsiness, she apologized quickly to the back of their head, "I-I am so sorry! Are you okay? I didn't s-see where I was walking and it's completely my f-fault that you got pushed and—and—I apologize for that!"

They turned around, unphased that she had bumped into them and by her apologies. Crimson eyes met with hers as they said in a bored tone, "It's no problem. You apologize too easily, you know that right. It's a bit pathetic."

Seeing the blue mask and the familiar face, she sighed in relief, "S-Splendont, it's you!" She relaxed knowing that it wasn't some random person who would go all gorilla on her because she wasn't looking forward while walking. "R-really? I'm sorry . . I d-don't mean to look pathetic . ." Poking her fingers together, she looked at what he had in his cart so she wouldn't have to look at him straightly.

He grunted, annoyed that she was apologizing for apologizing so much. "Yeah, go back to your shopping, Flaky." Turning around, he pushed his cart away and could almost swear he heard her whisper out another apology.

An hour later, Splendont was waiting in line to pay—yes even super heroes have to wait like any other person—when he saw Flaky fast walk from aisle to another. He didn't really pay attention to it, she was probably just in a hurry to get her things and leave. But then when she left that aisle in favor of another, he raised an eyebrow, noticing the somewhat scared look on her face.

"Hm."

There she went again, switching to another, her legs moving faster as she ditched her cart and nearly ran down the row. Maybe she was in danger, or someone was following her? There were a couple of creepers in Happy Tree Town, mostly Disco Bear, and knowing how scared she was of the pervert, maybe that was the reason why she was running away.

He began wondering why she hadn't started crying for help when he saw what he thought was the problem. It was almost a stupid reason to run, in his opinion, but he did watch for a moment or two to see what did happen.

At the end of the row she was running down, two green haired figures stepped out, clearly scaring her as she stopped and ran back the way she came. Watching in some fascination, his eyes followed her running figure just as another boy with lighter, green-yellow hair jumped onto her back from God knows where, shrieking in delight and asking if she had any chocolate with her.

This was getting strange . . He almost didn't expect it when a taller male dressed in army attire ran to her aid from where he was standing in line at and tried prying off the screaming boy from her back. And apparently the screaming had been mistaken as a cry for help by, who else but his idiot twin brother, Splendid as he appeared from the bread aisle.

Seeing that there was a struggle between the three, he seemed to think that the shrieks had come from Flaky instead of the boy who refused to let her go. Watching as his brother speed towards them and yanked Flaky off of the ground and into his arms, he almost laughed when the two other boys who had previously stopped her rode by them on top of her cart, reached out, and snatched her out of the arms of the known hero.

It then started to become a game of chase and keep away combined, except that Flaky wasn't having as much fun as the rest. The unhappy, embarrassed look on her face made him almost feel sorry for her, but just a little.

"That'll be eight fifty, sir."

Ignoring the cashier, he knew what he had to do.

Flaky closed the door to her room and changed into a pair of flannel pajamas, shutting off the light and crawling under her covers. She was glad that at least he wouldn't follow her in here . . or . . Maybe he would . . Not fully sure how far the hero would cross the line she had set, she shut her eyes and sighed softly, red dusting her smooth cheeks.

"E-eh . . !" Flaky, having gotten away from the hands of the others, ran out of the store and hid behind a close by vending machine, regaining her breath before checking to see if they had followed her. Seeing no one, she let her guard down, "W-what was up with them t-today . ."

"Who knows," a male's voice said, "Does this happen often."

"Wha-!?" she jumped, heart skipping two beats as she heard the question, not having expected to have someone come up from behind her instead on in the front. Shaking, she turned, seeing their vivid hair color, "It's y-you again!"

Splendont rolled his eyes, "Way to state the obvious, genius. You didn't answer my question, does this happen often. You being chased around."

Blushing, she looked down and laughed self-consciously, "M-my friends like to play . ."

"I hardly call that playing; more like harassment," he looked at his nails, stealing glances at her occasionally. "And you don't do anything about this, is it because you're weak."

"Huh!? N-no—I guess I am w-weak but—that's not the reason! I d-don't know how to get them to s-stop teasing me is a-all . . !"

So that was the reason why, the timid girl didn't know how to tell them when enough was enough.

"Well, you can't be running away from them anymore. You need some kind of bodyguard. Just don't think that I'm going to help you whenever you cry for help, but I'll be keeping a close eye on you." Keeping his explanation short and serious, he nodded and turned away, leaving her confused and asking herself if Splendont, the guy who rarely liked to help anyone if he would gain nothing from it, had just offered to . . be her bodyguard?

Opening the door as quietly as he could, Splendont looked inside of her room, seeing her sleeping figure with unblinking eyes. Almost like he was inclined to, he opened the door a few inches and slid in, the click of it closing barely making a sound as the girl continued to sleep on.

At first she had thought it might be nice to have someone looking out after her, but she never expected it to be so . . creepy. Just knowing that there was a person watching her every move, seeing where she went, and sometimes making their presence known when people got too close to her, it was unnerving.

Most of the time, if there was another male having physical contact with her, even in the smallest of ways, her 'bodyguard' would appear out of thin air and pull the offender aside. She was only able to hear a few growled out words, but it seemed to be enough to drive that boy away; and when he had pulled Nutty to the side, he had even caused the sugar addict to start crying on the spot.

Unsure if these threats were life threatening or not, she would brush them off, glad that when she was shopping that there were no more games of keep away.

But when she noticed that these friends started retreating when she entered the building or just walked on the same side of the street as them, she began worrying about the effect Splendont was having on them.

The always serious male had not only chased away half of her friends, but he had started being openly possessive of her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder or glaring at anyone who passed by and talked to her.

Even after the others stopped touching her and only talked about light subjects like the weather or an event that was coming up, he wouldn't leave her side; actually, he wouldn't let her leave his side. The only time he'd actually let her go somewhere alone would be to the restroom and her bedroom . . Every other time he'd be right behind her despite the signs that she gave that said she wanted him to leave . .

He had trailed behind her when she was taking Cub to the park, sat behind her in the movie theaters—keeping his eyes on her instead of the actual movie, she would add—and just a few hours before he had squished her up between him and the end of the couch while she was trying to watch her show. . .

Her space . . it was being violated . . but Splendont didn't care . .

Flaky awoke, feeling the bed shift as a weight was added to the side she wasn't using. Fear making her stiffen up, she craned her head slowly and, even without any light, she spotted the set of crimson eyes locked on hers. "What— . . . !" She blushed when she felt his strong arm wrap around her waist, head buried in the crook of her neck as he grunted to go to sleep.

Because, frankly, he didn't give a damn about giving her personal space.


AHHH I feel tired because I forced myself to write this when I didn't have the motive to xD

Up Next:

(I did two requests, so I deserve to add my own one shot next!)

ShiftyxFlaky /T/ Band for darkmoonstar309

SplendidxFlaky /T/ Rose for Starkingdom99

LiftyxFlaky /T/ Cold Night for koyamon-lover

NuttyxFlaky (platonic) /T/ Bitter for Ratty4949

. . . xD I am asking myself why have all my requests been T rated when I said I could do K and K plus too XD I'm starting to think that you would have all done M if I had allowed it . . !?