A/N: First, I'd like to thank Mabel Moonlight73 for the review. I'm glad you like it! Second, sorry I'm not updating a lot. Welcome to high school ladies and gentlemen. I'm currently typing this at 1:32 A.M. So give me some credit, I'm really trying here. Hope you like this chapter. Sorry they're all so short. :/ Enjoy! ~Ri
Chapter 5: Dogs Don't Deserve Her
I'm a Doberman, he's a Yorkie. He has NO chance at beating me for Misaki's heart. Everyone knows that it's always the bigger dog that wins. And if said dog just also happens to have more intelligence, well…then it's pretty straightforward. The funny thing is that Misaki is totally oblivious to our mini squabbles. She just finds it confusing. Sometimes she gets frustrated enough to punch me out the window (Which now has a Usui size hole in it-NOT my fault) into the same tree. But does he get thrown out the window? Of course not. He just gets scolded. I'm not jealous. He just doesn't deserve her. She doesn't need someone who can't tell tag from a game of life or death. She doesn't need a gluttonous pig (seriously, how can that kid stay so thin? He eats more than anyone I've ever seen!) Who can't recognize someone unless he's dropped on his head.(Which I'd be more than happy to do). She deserves someone better.
I'm not saying that I deserve her. No way. I've not done enough good things in this life to earn her love. I have many things to atone for, and to be honest I don't want to drag her into them. She's stressed enough. They say that love is greedy. I guess that's true. Every smile she throws my way, I absolutely drown in. Every expression is imprinted in my mind. But does Shitani do this? No, no he doesn't. He just pesters her about useless things, and can't even figure out that I truly know her. He may be her childhood friend. But he doesn't know the high school her. And that is the girl I fell in love with. So he needs to either get his act together, or learn from how she acts. Those smiles she throws him are fake, patronizing, and protective.
She doesn't think of him as a man. She thinks of him as a child, still the little kid she used to defend when she was little. This much is obvious. And I plan to make sure it stays that way. I'm a Doberman, he's a Yorkie. And while neither of us deserve her, we're greedy enough to fight for her anyway. So, little dog, ready for the real fight?