Accident Waiting to Happen (HanaKimi, Izumi/Mizuki, #21)
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Title: Accident Waiting to Happen
Author: Faewend
Fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (HanaKimi)
Pairing: Izumi Sano x Mizuki Ashiya
Theme: #21, violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
AN: I tried people, I really did. YOU make ‘em have a knock-down drag-out, mmmkay?
Disclaimer: All rights belong to Hisaya Nakajo and various corporations. This fanwork is not intended for profit.
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Mizuki was angry-steaming mad like she hadn’t been in longer than she could remember-and she intended to do something about it.
The source of her anger was sitting oh-so-innocently next to the barbecue, chatting amiably with her father about furo (yet again) and completely unaware of the danger approaching.
What she really wanted to do was smack him upside his oh-so-stubborn head, or barring that, lead him into the house by his ear. But she was a grown woman now, twenty, and she knew better than to act so immaturely. Well, at least in front of her parents anyway, since they’d tease her into eternity.
So Mizuki very calmly asked her boyfriend (“Such a nice boy,” her father had said, “Are you going to keep him?”) to have a conversation with her inside.
Once inside, though, she unleashed the full force of her wrath on him.
“What do you mean!”
*smack* She rapped the back of her loosely fisted hand against his chest, bouncing her knuckles against the firm muscles.
“Telling Gilbert not to come!”
*smack* What was their problem, anyway? She’d thought those two would’ve figured out how to behave like decent human beings (or just human beings, she’d settle for that) around each other by now.
“To the cookout!?”
*smack* Actually, just thinking about it made her even more angry, because then she started mentally listing all the assorted asshattery they’d gotten into. Like the time they almost drowned themselves endurance racing in Julia’s pool. Or when rounding up some of Dad’s escaped patients resulted in getting Gilbert bitten and Sano’s shoe peed on.
“I ran into him on my way to class today!”
*smack* It never failed that one or the other did something completely childish and ridiculous. Just. Like. This.
“And he said that you’d bumped into him!”
*smack* Vaguely it dawned on her that her knuckles were beginning to sting from the unintentional force she was putting behind the blows. What had begun as simple raps were now meaty thwacks across the chest.
“And THREATENED him into NOT COMING!”
*smack* She wasn’t sure she cared, though, because four years of putting up with their male posturing was quite enough.
“TO MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!”
By this time, the smacks to the chest combined with the volume at which she’d delivered the last few words had backed a startled Sano up a good two feet. Having finished her tirade, Mizuki plopped her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at him, waiting for what she hoped was a good explanation (and it had better be good).
He blinked at her.
Blinked!
She really wanted to hit him.
Then he got one of his stubborn scowls (it wasn’t fair that he looked sexy when he scowled), telling her wordlessly that he was indeed not going to have a good reason.
“I didn’t threaten him.”
Or any kind of reason at all, apparently.
“Oh, really.” Disbelief was thick in her voice. Mizuki normally liked giving people the benefit of the doubt, especially if “people” were Sano. Unfortunately for Sano, right now she wasn’t in a particularly lenient mood.
“I told him not to show up. I really don’t understand what the problem is.”
“Don’t. What. Understand. You. Problem.” Mizuki sputtered. “Oooh!!!" she exclaimed before hauling off and punching him solidly in the shoulder.
“I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!” she roared at Sano. “Enough of you two and your stupidheaded manly man spitting contests. Not that you actually spit, but… GAH! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!”
Sano’s scowl got even deeper, taking on a tinge of pout, and making him look strangely like a child caught picking on a sibling.
“Look, it’s not my fault he invited himself to the party. I just let him know that it was family only.”
Mizuki scowled back at him. “You are so not helping your case. Technically,” her voice dripped with as much acid as she could muster, being not normally acidly inclined, “technically, neither of you is family. And actually, he’s known me for longer than you have, remember?”
“As if he doesn’t throw that particular piece of information at me given any opportunity,” Sano growled and crossed his arms over his chest. “Besides, we’ll be family when we get married, so it’s the same thing.”
Filing away that particular tidbit to use on Gilbert later (these boys were going to stop driving her crazy, and that was that) Mizuki focused on what was the more important of the two statements, in her opinion.
“Married? You’re talking like it’s next week, and you haven’t even proposed yet? Aren’t you getting a bit ahead here?”
“I was going to! This afternoon, in fact! Which is why I didn’t want him here messing things up.” The words seemed to have been blurted out almost involuntarily in his irritation, but that didn’t change their impact on Mizuki (sledgehammer like, in fact).
She blinked at him.
Sano’s brain seemed to have caught back up to his mouth, if his disgruntled expression and current shade of red were any indication.
“I. Wait. I didn’t. Crap!”
Mizuki stared at her rather ruffled beloved who stared back at her, wondered if the baffled look he wore mirrored her own expression, and tentatively cleared her throat.
“So, um, is it okay if I say yes? If that, um, was a proposal?”
“Er, ah, yeah.”
Cue more blinking, on both their parts this time (and wow, wasn’t this entirely more awkward than she’d thought it would be?). Sano seemed to have rather abruptly gotten over his snit at Gilbert, and Mizuki somehow couldn’t bring herself to be mad at him anymore.
“Um, should we go tell my parents?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Just as calmly as they’d entered the house, only a few (insanely long) minutes before, they returned outside to spring some news on her unsuspecting parents, but Mizuki couldn’t help but to note to herself, ‘We are really going to have to work on this jealousy thing, though. Right after I kick Gilbert’s butt.’
Title: Accident Waiting to Happen
Author: Faewend
Fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (HanaKimi)
Pairing: Izumi Sano x Mizuki Ashiya
Theme: #21, violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
AN: I tried people, I really did. YOU make ‘em have a knock-down drag-out, mmmkay?
Disclaimer: All rights belong to Hisaya Nakajo and various corporations. This fanwork is not intended for profit.
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Mizuki was angry-steaming mad like she hadn’t been in longer than she could remember-and she intended to do something about it.
The source of her anger was sitting oh-so-innocently next to the barbecue, chatting amiably with her father about furo (yet again) and completely unaware of the danger approaching.
What she really wanted to do was smack him upside his oh-so-stubborn head, or barring that, lead him into the house by his ear. But she was a grown woman now, twenty, and she knew better than to act so immaturely. Well, at least in front of her parents anyway, since they’d tease her into eternity.
So Mizuki very calmly asked her boyfriend (“Such a nice boy,” her father had said, “Are you going to keep him?”) to have a conversation with her inside.
Once inside, though, she unleashed the full force of her wrath on him.
“What do you mean!”
*smack* She rapped the back of her loosely fisted hand against his chest, bouncing her knuckles against the firm muscles.
“Telling Gilbert not to come!”
*smack* What was their problem, anyway? She’d thought those two would’ve figured out how to behave like decent human beings (or just human beings, she’d settle for that) around each other by now.
“To the cookout!?”
*smack* Actually, just thinking about it made her even more angry, because then she started mentally listing all the assorted asshattery they’d gotten into. Like the time they almost drowned themselves endurance racing in Julia’s pool. Or when rounding up some of Dad’s escaped patients resulted in getting Gilbert bitten and Sano’s shoe peed on.
“I ran into him on my way to class today!”
*smack* It never failed that one or the other did something completely childish and ridiculous. Just. Like. This.
“And he said that you’d bumped into him!”
*smack* Vaguely it dawned on her that her knuckles were beginning to sting from the unintentional force she was putting behind the blows. What had begun as simple raps were now meaty thwacks across the chest.
“And THREATENED him into NOT COMING!”
*smack* She wasn’t sure she cared, though, because four years of putting up with their male posturing was quite enough.
“TO MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!”
By this time, the smacks to the chest combined with the volume at which she’d delivered the last few words had backed a startled Sano up a good two feet. Having finished her tirade, Mizuki plopped her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at him, waiting for what she hoped was a good explanation (and it had better be good).
He blinked at her.
Blinked!
She really wanted to hit him.
Then he got one of his stubborn scowls (it wasn’t fair that he looked sexy when he scowled), telling her wordlessly that he was indeed not going to have a good reason.
“I didn’t threaten him.”
Or any kind of reason at all, apparently.
“Oh, really.” Disbelief was thick in her voice. Mizuki normally liked giving people the benefit of the doubt, especially if “people” were Sano. Unfortunately for Sano, right now she wasn’t in a particularly lenient mood.
“I told him not to show up. I really don’t understand what the problem is.”
“Don’t. What. Understand. You. Problem.” Mizuki sputtered. “Oooh!!!" she exclaimed before hauling off and punching him solidly in the shoulder.
“I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!” she roared at Sano. “Enough of you two and your stupidheaded manly man spitting contests. Not that you actually spit, but… GAH! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!”
Sano’s scowl got even deeper, taking on a tinge of pout, and making him look strangely like a child caught picking on a sibling.
“Look, it’s not my fault he invited himself to the party. I just let him know that it was family only.”
Mizuki scowled back at him. “You are so not helping your case. Technically,” her voice dripped with as much acid as she could muster, being not normally acidly inclined, “technically, neither of you is family. And actually, he’s known me for longer than you have, remember?”
“As if he doesn’t throw that particular piece of information at me given any opportunity,” Sano growled and crossed his arms over his chest. “Besides, we’ll be family when we get married, so it’s the same thing.”
Filing away that particular tidbit to use on Gilbert later (these boys were going to stop driving her crazy, and that was that) Mizuki focused on what was the more important of the two statements, in her opinion.
“Married? You’re talking like it’s next week, and you haven’t even proposed yet? Aren’t you getting a bit ahead here?”
“I was going to! This afternoon, in fact! Which is why I didn’t want him here messing things up.” The words seemed to have been blurted out almost involuntarily in his irritation, but that didn’t change their impact on Mizuki (sledgehammer like, in fact).
She blinked at him.
Sano’s brain seemed to have caught back up to his mouth, if his disgruntled expression and current shade of red were any indication.
“I. Wait. I didn’t. Crap!”
Mizuki stared at her rather ruffled beloved who stared back at her, wondered if the baffled look he wore mirrored her own expression, and tentatively cleared her throat.
“So, um, is it okay if I say yes? If that, um, was a proposal?”
“Er, ah, yeah.”
Cue more blinking, on both their parts this time (and wow, wasn’t this entirely more awkward than she’d thought it would be?). Sano seemed to have rather abruptly gotten over his snit at Gilbert, and Mizuki somehow couldn’t bring herself to be mad at him anymore.
“Um, should we go tell my parents?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Just as calmly as they’d entered the house, only a few (insanely long) minutes before, they returned outside to spring some news on her unsuspecting parents, but Mizuki couldn’t help but to note to herself, ‘We are really going to have to work on this jealousy thing, though. Right after I kick Gilbert’s butt.’