Flirt

"Don't come near me!" exclaimed as she stood horrified under the door. As she looked up, there was mistletoe placed by the school flirt so he could pounce on one and each of his victims that passed through the door. Unfortunately for her, she was the first that went through the door, and under the horrifying object.

Hiroshi Wakato grinned, "Why not?" a cap on his messy hair as he watched with beautiful striking eyes, "Any girl would be pouncing on me instead." one arm on his chin, the other on his hip as he watched her like a cat.

frowned, "You need to get over yourself." crossing her arms, "Not everybody is in love with you." walking away from him, her long hair swaying with the wind as she snobbly passed him.

"So you want to play hard to get..." Hiroshi grinned watching her as she walked away into the school yard.

The challenge had began.

***

gasped quickly slamming her locker door shut. After making sure no one saw her and they had all gone. She hesitantly opened the locker door and scowled. Several roses were hung on the side, a card, and a box of chocolates.

 Everyday since that damn day! thought angrily. Hiroshi had made her life miserable embarrassing her with objects, affection, and placing weird items in her locker. Once she found flowers in her locker in the girls' room, she didn't even  want to know how he did that or what else he had seen in her locker knowing fully well that she kept her underwear in that locker.

***

“Stop stalking me!” exclaimed as she saw Wakato stand at the top of the stairs by the street tennis courts.

Grinning, “You’re in our territory.” Walking towards her, “My missy is not happy.” Raising her chin with his hand.

Slapping his hand away, “I am not your missy.’ said haughtily.

Looking at her with those serious yet happy eyes, a smile spread on his face, “You will be one day.” Wakato assured, “I do not take no for an answer.” As he walked down the stairs hands in his pockets.

“I will never be interested in you!” snapped.

“You’re so high and mighty.” Came a female voice, a voice filled with distaste. The girl was one of Wakato’s fan girls, and she is jealous that he is always paying attention to , who keeps putting him down.

“What is your problem?” retorted with her arms crossed, Wakato lingering a bit longer to see if she needs his help.  

“My problem is you,” replied the girl, named Naomi, as she points her finger at , who did not say anything in response. Naomi lets out a triumphant smirk before tossing her long blonde hair behind her back. Her teal color eyes flashes in anger, before shifting her gaze towards Wakato.

“Hmm… getting possessive, are we?” taunted , smirking at Naomi turning red in anger.

“Shut up!” yelled Naomi to her, slapping her so hard that she missed her footing and falls down the stairs.

“ !” shouted Wakato concernedly, rushing up the stairs as fast as he can and caught her before she slams against the stairs. He, however, was not as fortunate as his back skid down and lands on his right hand still holding tightly onto . Naomi stares at the scene in shock and surprise.

‘Why did he helped her?’ was the only thought running in her mind, and she brought up her hand over her mouth, ‘Does he like her that much?’ not being able to watch the scene, she ran away from the park.

Some of the regulars rushed to the scene where Wakato was on the floor next to . “Itai…” he muttered moving a bit, but winced as he realized that he had…

Before any of the regulars from the different schools could say anything or help.

“You idiot!’ snapped looking at Wakato as she sat up. “What have you done? You hurt your hand! How are you going to play tennis now? How are you going to do anything?” looking at him her gray eyes wild with fury, ‘or was it worry’ Wakato though.

“Why did you do something stupid like that?” demanded crossing her arms still on the floor with Wakato.

Kajimoto was amused.

“Wakato, stop smirking! I’m very angry!” yelled as she looked at him threatening to punch him.

Sighing, Kajimoto leaned in between the two interfering before actually strangled him, “You messed it up, didn’t you?” referring to Wakato’s right hand.

Wakato shrugged, “Nothing going to the hospital won’t solve.”

“Hanamura-sensei will not be happy.” Said Kajimoto frowning as Wakato stood up. looked upset standing next to him.

“Well, it can’t be helped then,” replied Wakato with a sigh, and continues moving his cap onto his head with his good arm, “After all, her safety is more important,” as he looks at with a small smile.

“Come on, I’m taking you to the hospital,” mumbled , leaving Kajimoto behind with the other Regulars.

‘At least, she’s taking care of me… for now,’ thought Wakato, letting out a soft sigh.

“Don’t do something stupid like that,” stated frowning at him.

“Stop saying it was stupid.” Looking at her seriously, “You’re body couldn’t have handled the fall.”

frowned.

***

“Coming master!” hissed between her teeth as she handed Wakato a book from his bag. He was sitting in the cafeteria enjoying the female attention from his fan club. A cast on his arm, had felt guilty and offered to help him with stuff because he did most things with that arm.

Grinning, he took the book from her and flipped it or rather tried flipping through it. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” demanded opening the book for him, “What page?’ she demanded angrily.

Wakato chuckled as all the other girls finally left the two alone in the noisy cafeteria.

“He’s torturing you again, -kun?” interrupted Kajimoto’s voice walking towards the two a bag on his shoulders and book in the other arm. “You’ll end up getting killed.” Looking at Wakato.

Wakato shrugged, “I’ve got my missy next to me, I don’t care.” Smiling.

Slapping the back of his head, “I told you a million times I am not your missy!” said heatedly.

“You will be one day.” He assured confidently.

Kajimoto sighed, a hand on his forehead.

“Don’t be so sure,” mumbled as she sneaks a glance at him, noticing how carefree he was – even with a broken arm.

“Since I can’t write with my right hand, you’ll have to do my homework for me too,” Wakato grinned as he notices that turned paled.

“What!” hissed , hoping that she was hearing things; he did not just tell that she will be doing his homework for him.

“Come on, Wakato, you can write with your left hand,” sighed Kajimoto, shaking his head at his teammate/friend. He really feel sorry for , he does…

“You heard me,” Wakato grinned at , who just glared at him in response before leaving the cafeteria.

“That would be your cue to chase after her,” hinted Kajimoto, hoping Wakato would just put a stop to these silly games and tell her. If he’s lucky, would accept his feelings, but not then… too bad.

“Nope…” Wakato said grinning. “I have a better idea.”

***

“Don’t fall asleep.” scolded; she didn’t know what she was doing here. But, here she was… sitting on Wakato’s chair as she helped him on his math problem in his room.

Wakato was sitting rather closely to as she solved some stuff. Taking in her scent, he was going crazy. How many times did he need to proclaim his love to her to make finally accept him?

“Are you listening?” came ’s voice snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Huh? What did you say?” replied Wakato, snapping out of his stupor as sighs again and repeated her explanation.

“Now, do you get it?” asked to him as he slowly nodded in response, then she lets out a sigh, “What is wrong with you? You seem so out of it,”

“That’s because… I… you…” Wakato mumbled, suddenly feeling vulnerable under her gaze.

blinked.

‘Action is better than words’ Wakato thought as he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. He didn’t even give her enough time to react as he stood up, “I really like you and I just can’t understand why you’re not giving me a chance.”

Touching her lips unintentionally was dazed and shocked, but then she glared. “Because you’re such a flirt,”

“If you want me to change, I can,” replied Wakato to her seriously, not looking at her, and he continues, “But my feelings for you are genuine. Please think about it, ,” as he stated the last phrase softly.

Crossing her arms, “That’s stupid,’ looking away, “No one can just change their habit.” said standing up, “I’ve had enough; I’m going to go…”

Wakato held her upper arm, pulling her towards him, “I’m not done yet,” cupping the back of her head and kissing her softly holding her in place.

“If you give me a chance, I’m willing to change for you ,” whispered Wakato, hugging her with his eyes closed, and he continues, “You’re the only one for me, and no matter what my actions are for others… my heart only belongs to you,”

“Hiroshi…” started with eyes widens at the cheesiness of his statement, and she continues, “That’s just too cheesy,” as she pulls away from his grasp.

“So would you give me a chance?’ questioned Wakato, happy at the fact that she called him by his given name.

“We’ll start with a trail date,” replied with her arms crossed and continues, “If you misbehave, then the deal is off,” as he lets out a smile at her acceptance, then she continues softly, “But for now, I’ll play along,”

Wakato held her in his arms again and kisses her passionately on the lips before stating, “I’ll prove to you that I can meet to your standards,”

“We’ll see…” was all that she said as she kissed him back as well.

***

Written by DeVeliCious & Miyuki

March 28, 2006