I fly down the streets on my skateboard, bat held over my shoulder. So this is what I've come to. Running errands. Why is it that the one time I lose my temper with the customers, I have to run errands?

I speed up, trying to put those thoughts behind me. At least I got out of there.

A low chuckle is followed by a taunting voice "Miiiiisaaaaakiiiii! What are you running from this time? Is Anna telling scary stories again?"

I whirl around. There he is. Again. Is he following me? It felt like it.

Twirling my bat, I growl "Fuck you, Monkey!"

"Oh? When and where?"

Bat glowing red from my power, I fly on my skateboard at his face, swinging it once i get near enough.

Saber in hand, he blocks my swing easily, grinning like a madman. "My, my, my Misaki. You have such a bad temper!" He swings his sword at my bat, which flies out of my hand. I'd gotten distracted, thinking of how that smile went from genuine to a sneer, in so little time. Damn. "What now, Misaki?" He presses the sword to my throat, without digging it in.

Red fire blazes around me. "Now I kill you with my bare hands!" I knock his saber aside with my hands, then punch his face.

His glasses fall off, broken, and he grins. "That's right, Misaki. Lose your temper. Kill me. What do I have to lose?"

I grab his shirt by his collar, twisting it under my hands. "Why did you do it Monkey? Why did you betray me?" I asked gruffly.

He just smiles that ridiculous smile. "You would never understand, Misaki."

"Don't call me that!"

"Miiiisaaaaaaakiiiiii! Where're your comrades, Misaki? Have they left you too?"

I slam my fist against his nose, hoping to break it. It bleeds, but isn't broken. Damn.

"What's wrong, Misaki? Don't have the heart to break my nose? You can't really hurt me, can you?" He wipes his nose. "You know what I think?"

"I don't give a fuck!" My fist glows red, and I punch him again and again, taking out all of my frustration on him. He just stands there, taking the beating, still smiling.

"Fight back, damnit!" I shout. "Why won't you fight back!"

"Because, Misaki. I've already hurt you enough. Now it's your turn to hurt me. I deserve it, don't I?" His smile is sad now. That bastard.

I push him to the ground, hovering over him. "Don't let me see you again. Or I really will kill you."

He stands up, and without hesitation, gently carresses my lips with his. "You won't."

I stare at him. He...he kissed me. My first kiss and it was with that traitor. The one person I hate the most.

Fury blazes inside me, and I throw a blaze of red fire at him. It eats at his clothes, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"You'll regret that, damn Monkey," I say angrily. I grab my bat, too exhausted to actually kill him today. I'd have to wait to do it, when I actually get an hour or two of sleep. At least, that's what I tell myself. "I'll never let you live that down."

He bends down and picks up his broken glasses, examines the broken lenses, and tucks it into his blud jacket. "I know you won't, Misaki. I'm counting on that."

"Do you have a death wish?" I shout at his back.

He turns around, eyes blazing with some unrecognizable emotion. Pain? That doesn't make sense. Why would he be the one in pain? He wanted to leave. He wanted to betray me. And he has the nerve to be in pain? "You keep threatening to kill me, Misaki. But you haven't actually done it yet. You can't, can you?"

"I can do whatever the hell I want!"

"Unless Mikoto says otherwise."

"Shut the hell up! Don't talk about Mikoto! I do whatever the fuck I want!" I scream. "Stay away from me, you bastard!" I can't take it anymore. I can't be near this bastard for another minute. I'll kill him later, maybe with the help of a few friends. I throw power at him, hop on my skateboard and fly away on it, trying to get away from his as fast as I can.

"Are you running away, Misaki? Are you that much of a coward!" I hear him say.

I turn around one last time. "I'm not a coward!"

"You just want to go back to your Mikoto as fast as you can, don't you? I know you hate being away from him for too long."

I breathe heavily. "I'm sick of looking at your damn ugly face."

"It's not like you to back down from a fight, Misaki. Is it because I kissed you? Is it because you like me?"

That did it. I threw my flaming bat at him, and it struck his chest. He flies back, and lands on the ground with and audible thud.

Not checking to see whether or not he's okay, I grab my bat, hop on my skateboard, and race away, putting as much distance between us as I can.

As I leave, I hear him laugh madly. "That was fun, Miiiiisaaaaakiiiii," he calls after me.

Of course it was. That sick bastard.