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The first time Yukio took a look in Riruka's phone, he did a double take.
(But in his mind anyway. No way would he ever show any kind of emotion, aside from annoyance and being annoying. Never ever. For her, he'd always be that little exasperating gamer boy who never thought about anything but games. Let her have her delusions.)
But really; that phone was weird.
It wasn't only that it was overly pink and sparkly and disgusting; he held it as though it was a carrier of some kind of illness (probably, it was. A mental illness.). It wasn't that, after fiddling a little bit with it, he found that there were way too much pictures of her and general cute pictures; you know the kind of pictures that all girls have – cats, dogs, cats and dogs, sleeping cute etc.
It wasn't even her ringtones that were the most annoying sound ever (hmm, after her own voice, of course).
The problem was her contact list.
The number of male names there exceeded that of the female names and, as he examined further, more often than not, a male name would be accompanied by a picture of a skull. And no, not the kind of skull with all that glitter and roses and hearts and other idiotic additions, which make Riruka happy. No, just a normal skull: three holes, two big, one smaller, a set of teeth, deadly pale… just the type of skull that plainly shouted out, "I friggin' hate your guts."
Nowadays, it was rare to find such a skull.
That, or he'd been spoiled by Riruka.
Okay, but why, Yukio wondered, why would she put skulls on practically half of her male contacts (making it approximately two thirds of all her contacts)? She friggin' hated their guts? If so, why did she keep them on her phone? Moreover, in his pride and knowledge, he was the one that she really, really, really hated, so naturally he felt… a little bit threatened.
Yukio was by nature a curious boy and he couldn't sit still and play his games in peace until he found out about the mystery.
So eventually, he decided to ask her.
"Hey idiot!"
"What did you just call me!"
Funny how vigourously she responded to that specific accusation.
"Who's…" his voice faltered a second, as he was trying to work out the name, "Tenshi Hikaru?"
Wow, what a name.
"My ex-boyfriend," her voice was defiant and condescending, waiting for him and comment and accuse and get angry. He did none of the sort; just shrugged and scrolled down to another skull.
"What about… Han Fon?"
"Han Fong. Another ex."
"Hanabusa?"
"Another one."
With a small, unheard sigh, he let his thumb rest on the button, so that he could get back to the contacts whose name start with an A. There was, of course, another skull.
"Lemme guess: Akatsuki's another ex?"
An undefinite answer came to him. He looked up her phone to glance at her.
Riruka had taken a seat in the sofa opposite of him and now had her head burrowed in a box of doughnuts. Her face was covered with crumbs and looked awful.
Disgusted, he stood up, went over to her and tried to clean her face however he could with his hand. He didn't accomplish much, except that his fingers were now dirty too (with thick frosting even!), but at least he could look at her now, without having the sudden urge to go puke in a corner. Her face was red, anyway.
And her eyes wider than normal, by a matter of fact.
She muttered something from under her nose and looked away. He let a little smirk grace his features: he knew she was uncomfortable and feasted on that.
"So," he started again, intent on getting his original question solved, "I suppose that a skull means that the guy is your ex, huh?"
"Not necessarily," she answered with an otherworldly tone, then turned into an evil one (he thought she looked better, no, best with the evil smile and the red cheeks) "It just means I wana kick their butt!"
Then, she faltered for a second.
He knew she wanted to ask a question; she knew he knew, but apparently she was either too shy or couldn't muster her courage to spill it. She was awfully predictable.
In the end, she did, though.
"Aren't you going to say something?"
Both knew what she was talking about, but he just shook his head and handed her the phone, still holding it as though it was an illness carrier, but now completely bored with the solving of the mystery. The thrill of the hunt had evaporated and the prize of the knowledge was so idiotic that his head hurt.
"About what? That you still have their numbers? Nahh. Do what you want…"
And he stalked off to find other amusement.
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Well.
All I can say is: Congratulations.
You just passed the first test.
Let me tell you a secret. Why do you think I have so many exes? They rarely, if ever, pass the first test…
And the test is:
Are you really that into me to let me have my freedom?
Apparently you did. I'm in awe. You even noticed the skulls and figured them out.
Though, it's a really good thing that you didn't notice what picture I'd put on your contact list...
And to the anonymous reviewer Blackbutterfly9: I'm very glad you think so C; And I've never really thought about that pairing, more like InouexRiruka, with the colour strips and all xD Hey, do you have a registration here? I'd love to have a way to contact you and thank you personally ^.^