Chie: Thank you to whoever nominated Dramatic! for Best humour/parody in the 3rd Q of Dokuga Awards! I'm really happy and excited to have this lil' fic of mine nominated! ^_^
Rejection
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Once again, he had her cornered.
Once again, his eyes were glowing in that dark, predatory way that scared the hell out of Satsuki.
He smirked, and her gaze treacherously settled on his lips.
Her heart beat quickened a pace or two, as she remembered the kiss he had bestowed on her at the party two weeks ago.
Both the kisses.
His reached for her, his hand settling around her wrist in a secure grip.
His dark gaze locked with her soft brown eyes, he leaned closer.
She could feel her knees growing weak.
Like a deer in headlights, Satsuki stood still, looking at the predator in front of her.
She knew where this was going, and she was hovering on the very edge – a part of her wanted nothing but to flee, while a part of her felt overwhelmingly tempted of taking that one, fateful step.
And then, her hesitant eyes taking in his confident, attractive face and the tell-tale smirk, she made her decision.
"Stop it," Satsuki hissed. She yanked her hand away from his grip.
Surprise flashed briefly in Ken's eyes, but he did not back away.
"What's wrong?" he said quietly, a seductive note evident in his deep smooth voice.
That was the final straw. Satsuki's temper got the best of her, and before she even realised herself what was happening, the words were already spilling from her mouth.
"You're a player, and we both know it. You've always had women flocking to you. And because I didn't join in on that mindless crowd, I caught your eye."
Slightly taken aback at the show of her anger, Narita Ken took a step back. Her words were heated and spoken rashly and in anger, but for some reason, they resonated within him, stirring his anger in a response.
"I was different, so that made me interesting. I wasn't immediately charmed by you, so that made me a challenge. You thought it would be a fun game, to see how much it would take for you to win me over and add me into your collection of conquests." she paused her heated tirade to take a quick breath. Then, she continued to give him a piece of her mind. The more Ken heard, the more furious he grew.
"But I refuse, Narita Ken! I will not play your game and let you have your way with me, because I know that the moment you get what you so badly want from me, you'll just toss me aside like a used rag." She crossed her arms and her brown eyes were ablaze with anger as she glared at him, delivering the final insult.
"I am not your plaything, so stop messing with me!"
She whirled, escaping from his clutches and stormed away.
He stood stock still, watching her leave. His face had grown pale, and his fists were clenched so tight his nails had dug into the skin of his palm. He was actually trembling, trying to contain within the whirlwind of emotions bent on escaping. Oh god, how he wanted to run up to the insufferable female and unleash his fury on her, cursing and yelling at her face and telling her exactly what he thought of her and her snappy remarks. But he was Narita Ken. He had better self-control than that.
… Still, he had to admit that he felt a lot better after having punched a hole in the wall.