Hello! It seems like I make one these for every fandom, but I just can't help it!

So I was eating a cinnamon pretzel earlier and I realized how awkward they are to eat without some serious lip-licking. And then I thought of Shima, and this was born!

Tell me what you think!

"Hey! Hey Izumo-chan!" Shima galloped through the amusement park like an excited horse. He and Izumo had been paired up to help find some kind of ghost, but there was no way Shima was passing up this oppurtunity to get closer to the tsundere girl!

A yellow bag dangled from his wrist. He'd been surprised that there were still snacks and candies at the deserted food stands.

"Ugh, did you find anything to eat yet?" Izumo sneered, doing her best to look down on him. Shima panted for a second, then handed her the bag.

She grabbed it as if it were a poisonous snake, and carefully peered inside. Her head snapped up. She glared daggers at Shima, who smiled nervously.

"What the hell is this?" Izumo demanded.

"Oh um...They're pretzels...like you said you wanted?"

"I told you to get regular, salted pretzels. Not these stupid cinnamon ones!"

Shima chuckled, "Heh, guess I didn't hear that part..."

He had, in actuality, known exactly what she wanted, but opted for the messier choice. Cinnamon required a lot of lip licking and smacking and maybe he could wipe some off the corners of her mouth.

He nearly drooled just imagining it.

Izumo huffed.

"You're so useless! I can't eat this! Besides, it'll get all over my uniform!"

"Well I think we both know how to fix that problem-"

"Idiot!" Izumo slapped Shima as hard as she could, leaving him reeling. A shiny red handprint flared up on his cheek. He rubbed it slowly, a grin on his face.

He loved it when she got angry.

"Look Izumo, just eat them and don't worry so much. I don't care if you get dirty," Shima paused, a smirk playing on his lips, "Actually I'd prefer it."

"Pervert," she muttered, but she could feel her stomach rumbling. Ugh, why did she have to get stuck with this moron? She'd have been better off with that puppet kid!

Izumo started walking, carefully reaching into the bag. She made sure to stay in front of him, so he wouldn't see her getting cinnamon all over herself, and Shima made no move to cut her off.

It was ridiculous, she thought, how much he followed her around. Almost like...almost like he really liked her.

No, Izumo reminded herself. He hit on every girl. Not just her. Yet it did seem like he tried harder with her. Whatever. She wasn't his type. Shiemi probably was, with that damn melon patch she carried on her chest.

"Mmm..."

With a start she realized she was making little moaning sounds, face full of pretzel.

"Uh huh, beatiful," Shima whispered, quickly wiping some cinnamon off her face with his finger and licking it.

Turning red, Izumo shoved him away from her. Shima felt tingles of joy rush down his spine at the rough contact. He eyed her like a cat, lazily watching his prey.

"What is wrong with you?!" She spat. But he could see her embarrassment. She continued before he could answer.

"Come on, we have a ghost to catch."

"Whatever you say honey!"

"Call me that again and watch what happens."

"Is that a request?"

Izumo snarled, "Just shut up and don't get in my way."

They walked for a long while, Shima gazing at her with his heart beating wildly. She was so perfect.

The way she screamed at him. The way her scarlet eyes would narrow when she was mad. The way she moved and spoke and walked and breathed...it was all perfect.

Izumo coughed slightly.

"My throat is so dry," she mumbled to herself. Of course, Shima heard her and trotted up to stand directly behind her.

"I can wet your mouth, if you want," He drawled seductively. Izumo whirled around in shock. That was too much even for him.

"I am going to punch you and that spoiled wad of fairy vomit on your head into the next semester if you can't keep your filthy trap shut!" She screeched. Shima visibly shuddered in pleasure, eyes rolling up slightly. Izumo scrunched up her nose, feeling somewhat violated.

Then he held up a water bottle.

"What do you mean Izumo-chan? I was just going to offer you this water," He said, before widening his eyes dramatically. "Wait a second, what did you think I meant?"

Izumo blinked...unsure what to say. Everything she said seemed to only make the wierdo happier.

"Well you're st-" She was cut off as she felt Shima's lips cup her own. He drew her close, licking the cinnamon residue on her mouth and kissing her at the same time.

Izumo was frozen, the world imploding around her. She had never been kissed before, and she felt scared. Trapped.

So she retaliated with the only thing she knew: aggression.

She pushed her nails into his chest and bit down on his lower lip. Again, she felt him shiver. Panic rose within her chest but she wasn't sure if it was because of the sudden violation or because it wasn't all that bad.

Shima, meanwhile, was in heaven. He could practically hear the angels singing above him. He closed his eyes and felt her nails rip through his thin shirt and leave bloody lines in his chest.

He slipped his tongue between her lips and felt her bite down until it bled too. She slammed her heel down on his toes, crushing them.

He was ecstatic.

Until she finally found the strength to pull away. Or more accurately, the strength to knee him in the crotch.

Shima's breath leaked out of him and he keeled over in beautiful, delicious pain.

"You're so hot right now," he squealed through his tears.

Izumo's eyes flashed with something like hurt and confusion and shame all at once.

"Don't ever touch me. Don't talk to me and don't look at me and don't come near me ever again!" She screamed, showering his back with her fists. She kicked him in the ribs and heard something crack.

Shima gagged. He wondered only slightly if his life was in danger. Then, just as it seemed she was going to pull out some sort of torture device (preferably a whip, Shima thought) Izumo took off. She ran fast, disappearing behind a Mephisto statue.

He watched her with confusion. What had happened?

An urge to chase her roared within him. He dragged himself to his feet, grimacing at the pain in his body. Shima forced his feet to walk.

One step at a time, he thought, one step at a time.

Izumo burst into the entrance to the park, where everyone else sat waiting. Rin was absent for some reason, and so was that guy with the hoodie.

"It's not Rin's fault," Shiemi was telling Bon and Koneko. Takara stood off to the side, playing with his puppet. Everyone turned to stare when Izumo stumbled into the group, panting for breath.

"Miss Kamiki?! What happened!" Shiemi cried out.

"S...sh..." She couldn't get the words out. She felt embarrassed and she didn't know why. Izumo hardened, straightening up and tossing her disheveled hair.

"Nothing happened," She snapped, "I just didn't want to stay out there with that moron any longer."

Speaking of the devil, Shima chose that moment to stagger in. Blood dripped from his nose and he had a visible limp, not to mention how tightly he was clutching his ribs.

"Shima-san what the hell did you do?!" Bon raged.

"I'm so happy right now," the pink-haired boy sighed.

Koneko turned to Izumo.

"Not to be rude Miss Kamiki, but what did you do to him?"

"Nothing. He must have tripped."

The potential argument was stopped when the group viewed Rin being dragged along by a half-naked lady. Yukio ran up.

"Today's mission is over class. I have some business to take care of so...um...bye," He waved then ran off after Rin and the mystery woman.

"What is with those two?" Bon muttered, "They're so weird!"

"Maybe it runs in the family?" Koneko suggested.

Izumo's mind whirred. She actually felt kind of bad for beating Shima up, even if the masochist seemed to enjoy it.

Maybe I should say something, she thought. Izumo turned to Shima, looking him in the eyes.

"Just so you know, I still hate you."

Shima grinned. Unknown by many, he was actually quite adept at reading people. He knew what she meant.

I might have enjoyed that slightly but I'm still going to keep up my cold act around you and this in no way means that we're together, but thanks for the kiss. Stupid.

"Good," He replied, "It's more fun that way."

Izumo blushed slightly, before remembering to scowl. She walked off and stared at her hands, still partly covered in cinnamon crumbs. A small spark of something was crawling out from the rubble that was her heart.

"Hey!" She called out with a smirk, "Okumura-sensei said class is over, so let's get out of here. Mephisto's stupid face is making me sick."

Okay so, I do take requests, and I will do anything except full out slash. A few hints here and there are fine, and fluff and heavy bromance is great. All genres are also accepted, so go ahead and leave some suggestions in the reviews! See you guys next chapter!

Wolf Out...