Disclaimed.
Just the Girl
by: you are my math
cause she's bittersweet, she knocks me off of my feet, and i can't help myself, i don't want anyone else
x.
When flowers don't work, what should a guy give on a Valentine's day to the girl he likes? It should be an easy task, only if she weren't much of a hard to please girl.
x.
She isn't the type that dwells on fairytales, romantic chic flicks, sweet chocolates, nor even fancy the idea of billet-doux. Rather, she's the overbearing type; the type who doesn't take a crap from anyone; the type who makes challenges so intriguing to solve; the type who can pique his composed self at the slightest provocation—yes, she is that type of a woman.
She's the type that can get him into a four-hour detention; the type that cannot keep a secret, because she's annoying, sharp-tongued, difficult, and cruel. She beats bullies, kicks asshole to where it kills most; a leader of yakuza (most probably, he doesn't doubt it); opposite of Sakura; cousin of that idiot named Uzumaki; and loves that bastard Uchiha.
Her name?
Karin Uzumaki.
Ironically, even if she is the type that inspires the vigorous, lone wolf inside of him, even if she has the attitude, and has all the reason there is for him to feel indignant towards her, still, the underlying fact that he deems stupid is, he can't bring himself to—
"I hate you!"
—hate her.
She stands tall in front of him, arms fold across her chest. Ruby eyes bore still against his—she looks unequivocally unimpressed.
"Woman, you must've likened me so much, you can't even control yourself from screwing up my life." He mocks, lips curling into a derisive smirk.
She scoffs, as she rolls her eyes. "Stop joking!" She splutters. "I should be the one saying that to you."
He lifts a brow to her statement; a trace of complacency visible in the way he approaches the matter despite his current predicament. Not that he is oblivious enough to realize the state he is currently in—no. It's just that the thought of annoying her is much more gratifying to see than to dwell on the fact that he is currently tied up on a chair, completely immobilized from any attempts to move.
She leans down on him with her one hand on the armrest of the chair, balancing her weight. "How did you know my locker pass?"
He snorts. "Seriously?" He chaffs. "You brought me all the way here, tied me up, and had your troupes to back you up, to ask me that?"
There's a glint on his eyes; a mischief so discomforting it results for her to glare at him even more. "Shut up." She hisses.
But he pays no heed on that, as he continues, "aren't that a little bit below the belt?" He says. "It makes me want to think that you like me as much as I like you, huh?"
"I said, shut up, Suigetsu!" She bellows. Feeling embarrassed, she willfully steps back, as she feels the heat instantly decorates her cheeks.
"Pfft," he says, as his gaze briefly shifts across the abandoned place.
"Why did you leave your shitty flowers inside my locker?"
He shrugs. "'Cause it's Valentine's?"
She throws him a look: baffled, abashed, flabbergasted, and red. Suigetsu, who by true nature is one hopeless shit, gets captivated at that lapse of enticing sight. Such sight is rare, and he finds himself swallowing the churning void of tinge uneasiness that swelled up on his throat; he curses underneath.
"W-what did you say?" She asks, refuses to acknowledge that she stammers in between the lines.
"It's Valentine's! I had to give you one, since no one else would." He defends, hiding his flustered self underneath his savage self-defense.
"I-I don't care if no one else w-would! I'm allergic to flowers!"
"Are you?"
She eyes him suspiciously. "Yes, I am." She enunciates, each syllable rings through his ears. Tint of red is still visible on her cheeks.
Then, he thinks again. Somehow, he feels guilty, and yet at the same time, he just really feels stupid for considering the thought of giving her flowers on Valentine's Day.
But it's the thought that counts, he hears himself. Really, dude? Are you sure?
"Tsk—"
"Plus, I don't want to accept them anywa—"
"Damn it! That was not worth every penny I spent?"
She shots her attention back to him. "Excuse me? What are you saying?" She asks, annoyed to even try.
And, as if words has been processed through in him, he looks up to her. "Can you untie me?"
Taken completely aback, she retorts instantly. "No."
"Please."
"No."
"Why not?"
Her balled fist finds temporary suspension on her hips, as she shifts her weight unto the other side. "Because you've not answered my question yet."
He sighs. "I just like you. Simple as that."
"Quit playing games on me, Suigetsu! I'm not buying anything you say to me."
He rolls his eyes. "Don't make so much fuss about it."
"Tch, we hate each other. Enough reason why you just had to ruin my life. Now, where did you get my pass?"
"I broke into the office to have it." He shifts his wrist against the friction of the rope, trying to loosen its grasp around his arms. "Now, if I get out of here on my own, you owe me a kiss,"
and there's a pause.
"Or, would you rather untie me with yourself, I swear not to do anything to you."
The smirk playing on his lips, makes the redhead think twice. She doesn't verily trust Suigetsu in some sort, especially when he used to tease her back in middle school, but, for some insidiously stupid nagging thought that she has within, he proves himself to be reliable at some point, especially when he had his lips tight, after he saw her cried for the first time over petty things about Sasuke back when she was still naïve.
And, whether, it is out of fear that he did so, or out of sympathy that he might have had for her in spite of everything—the idea of it is important to her.
Still, she argues, the smile that he has on his lips, doesn't sit right in her.
So, after a moment of inner battle, after a moment of savage curses underneath her clenched jaw, and glare daggers that she throws at him, she eventually relents to him.
She takes a step forward, leans down to untie the knot—
His smirk widens.
—but before she even does so, he has his hand already gripped on her right arm instead.
"Gotcha!"
"What the hell?" She wriggles her arm away from his grip. "You're such a liar, Suigetsu! I should've expected something like this from a jerk like you."
"Oh ho, wait a sec," he says, as he pulls her back to their previous proximity despite her vain attempts to get away from him. "You're quite gullible, huh."
"You're an asshole!"
What a spitfire. He grins. "Just kidding." With his other hand, he fishes on his pocket, "here." He says, as he gives her a small red velvet box.
She makes a highly dubious look at the red thing that he has given to her. And, before she finds the words to retort, he beats her from doing so.
"It's not what you think it looks like—it's just a necklace."
He stands up, hands on his pockets. "C'mon, don't give me that look. Here, lemme put it on you."
"Don't! I'm not trusting you anymore."
He snorts. "Can't you take a joke?"
When she seems unconvinced, he speaks again. "Look, I know you're difficult, but I swear, I'd want you to be my girl."
"S-shut up!" She yells, as the color of her cheeks blush furiously because of the honest words that she rarely hears coming from him.
He is stupid, teases her so much, pulls her hair whenever he likes it, openly makes dark humor about sex (as if she's a guy; she's a woman for pete's sake!), acts suspiciously bizarre by opening doors for her, takes her away whenever Sasuke is there, gives her flavored lollipop that she doesn't like, gives her flowers of which she is allergic from, steals her locker pass, lies to her—
But for some reason, she dares wish that, what he says now is real.
"I swear, if you're lying I'll kill you."
Then she tiptoes, gives him a chaste kiss on the cheek, before she scrambles towards the exit.
Dumbfounded, and lost, Suigetsu was left staring at the woman who, by some romantic approach, had completely taken his breath away in a split second.
"What an actual fuck? Was that a yes?"
"Shut up!"
.
fin.
A/N: because autumn has already arrived in my heart, i need to rest.