Disclaimer: Flame of Recca (and its characters) belongs to Anzai Nobuyuki-sensei.
I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.
Warning: OOC possible.
I was planning to write a Christmas-themed ficcy. But I ended up fixing and editing this one.
Indulgence
2 – Mobile Phone
Mikagami Tokiya hated his mobile phone.
Despite it being a useful device, he still can't help but wish he doesn't own one.
ESPECIALLY since the amount of messages (not to mention the calls) that he was receiving everyday is enough to test his patience and make him commit a bloody massacre.
And it seems like the Recca-tachi are not helping at all.
He gritted his teeth as he slowly, painstakingly and patiently deleted fifteen messages from Hanabishi Recca. There's still another fifteen more that came from the sea monkey's fistfight buddy Ishijima Domon.
Those buffoons. If he didn't know better they are making it their everyday ritual to irritate him.
His temper flared when his phone vibrated for five consecutive times, indicating that he just received another five new messages. He groaned when he saw that it was just from some insistent fan girls who don't have anything to do better in their lives.
Maybe throwing his phone out to the sea is a much better idea rather than changing his number. That'll definitely give him his much-needed peace and regain his ordinary, quiet life.
He nearly rammed the phone on the wall when it vibrated again.
How the hell did his number ended up as a common knowledge in their school? Damn it!
"The answer's pretty much obvious Tokiya," he muttered vilely. "Your so-called friends are the culprits." They are, after all, the ones who know how to contact him and the only ones who have the guts to pass out his number to the whole population of Nashikiri High.
The idiots are going to get their well-deserve kicks from him. Pity to the first Hokage team member that he sees... except Yanagi-san of course.
With that thought in his mind, he pushed the library door open with such force that nearly made the librarian jumped out of her chair.
He grumbled an apology at her direction and strode towards what he thinks is his own spot at the library (it is HIS, after all no one dares to use that table and chair and anyone who does earns the most evil and vile of his glare, prompting the poor student to evacuate it hastily before one can spell the word 'leave').
He threw down his thick Japanese Literature book at the table and it made an echoing 'thud'. Some students glanced at his direction but quickly averted their eyes, sensing that the school's heartthrob is in a very, very, vile mood.
Mikagami ignored them and settled down to read, intent to take his mind off from irritating things. He merely glanced around out of habit before looking down at this book and froze.
Sitting at the far end of one of the library's long table, just in his line of vision, was Kirisawa Fuuko…
… with a rather handsome guy sitting beside her, too close for comfort.
They were engrossed with their conversation, heads close to each other, whispering. And it looks like they were so busy with each other that regardless of the noise he made when he entered… they didn't notice him.
He coughed, not to get their attention of course, but to clear the feeling of something lodging in his throat.
He glanced at their direction again.
The two were still whispering at each other, with Fuuko tilting her head closer to the guy's murmuring mouth.
He gritted his teeth. Not realizing what he was actually doing. He forced himself to look back at his book and start reading. He had better things to do than stare at the former fuujin wielder and her companion.
The last word made him grit his teeth even more.
He proceeded to read and found himself unconsciously looking at that blasted direction again every after four lines, watching Fuuko talking animatedly (and rather intimately, much to his chagrin) to that stupid, effeminate looking guy.
"Library's are for studying," he muttered through gritted teeth. "Not for flirting." He hissed to himself in a close-to-angry tone.
They were distracting him. Damn it!
Surreptitiously, he gazed at the former Fuujin wielder, fighting the urge to stand up and throw his book at them.
Damn it to hell and back!
He glanced at them again and was surprised to see Fuuko and the said guy staring back at him. The guy tore his gaze from him and moved his head closer to Fuuko's in an intimate manner and whispered something at the ex-wind wielder's ear.
Mikagami continued eyeing the vermin with a razor-sharp glare, popular in Nashikiri for effortlessly scaring half of the school's bullies, not minding if he was too darn pretty obvious.
Fuuko nodded the moment the guy pulled away from her. It was Mikagami's turn to tear his gaze away from them. Whatever it is that they were whispering intimately about, he doesn't want to know, nor does he give a damn!
Kami, he can't wait to find an opportunity to snap that bastard's neck. He never realized that he was a jealous type of person… until he developed this stupid crush on his favorite monkey, Kirisawa Fuuko.
The phone is his pocket vibrated and he sighed exasperatedly, expecting it to vibrate a few more times. But it didn't.
He sulkily grabbed it from his pants, pushed some buttons and proceeded to read the message (which he realized was from Kirisawa).
"The stolen glance may be the oldest trick known… Yet, definitely the most obvious sign of hidden admiration."
He stared at the message unbelievingly and his head automatically moved to stare at the already smirking Kirisawa Fuuko who was now holding her phone. She winked when she saw that he was looking at her in pure astonishment.
The guy beside her giggled and Mikagami realized that he was not a guy as he initially assumed.
"See ya later Fuuko-chan," her companion said in a high-pitched tone as he stood up. He glanced at Mikagami before giggling and making his way out of the library.
But Fuuko's attention was solely at him as she stared and smirked at him knowingly.
Mikagami fought the blush that was threatening to appear across his cheeks.
That's it.
His mobile phone?
It's definitely going into the nearest trash bin.
-The End-
Don't shoot me, I know it's kinda like Coffee Mug but this time... it's Mi-chan's turn.
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