5 Times Miura Tamed Kiru
Title: 5 Times Miura Tamed Kiru
Author: stormytwilight
Rating: G
Pairing: Miura Haruma X OC
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Hetero
Word Count: 2,809
Length: One-shot
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Kiru is owned by hellotrishahere. Another thing. The pairings, characters and ages of the said characters are kinda jumbled up. This is a work of pure fiction and it is not based completely on real life. This setting is just a figment of our, my friends and I, imagination.
Summary: Kiru is, well, a wild child. Watch Miura live with her as his girlfriend. :P
AN: Here it is! :D Patrice/ hellotrishahere, this is for you. :)) Feel touched. Your drabble is the first that I finished. Sorry if it was super late, okay? The proper fic will come next time! This prompt is given by futarikiri. Thank you, Marsky!!! :)) Your fic will come up next. Hopefully. But when it comes to me and fics, patience is a virtue. Lol. You know me; writer’s block just LOVES me.
1.
“I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I. HATE. HER.”
Kiru didn’t know that Miura had just woken up and was pretending to be asleep in the other room as she ranted angrily to herself on Aragaki Yui. She was just watching TV when she came upon a promotion on her boyfriend’s movie, Koizora. And her eyes just flamed in dangerous fury when she saw Aragaki Yui giggling and leaning in close to Miura as she whispered into his ear.
“Kiru.”
Her head whipped around and she saw Miura standing by the bedroom’s door, eyes half-lidded from the noisy disturbance of his supposedly peaceful sleep. Kiru’s cheeks burned scarlet.
“H-Haruma,” she stuttered, embarrassment framing her blushing face.
Miura padded his way towards his loud girlfriend. She was loud not to mention wild yet it was undeniable peace he felt with her. He sat down on the black couch and patted the space beside him, inviting Kiru’s frozen figure to join him. She sat down hesitantly and slowly.
“You’re noisy,” Miura said, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He threw a gentle smile at her. “Can you quiet down a little? Taping yesterday was too stressful. I still need sleep.”
“Okay,” Kiru whispered, still not over the fact that Miura had heard her curse and spat words of mortifying jealousy.
Then he laid his head down on her lap, shifting to find a comfortable sleeping position. Miura yawned and said softly, “And can you please turn that TV off? I hate that interview. She kept on touching me too much as if she was flirting with me. I don’t like it.”
A wide beam crept to Kiru’s face as she reached for the remote. “I’d be glad to.”
II.
“Do I look okay?” Kiru asked, patting her recently-blushed cheeks. She was staring at her reflection in a mirror and was thankful that the hairspray held her dark hair in its proper place and that her mascara wasn’t building up together at all.
Miura smiled at her. “You look great. Enjoy the party, okay?”
“Thanks!” Kiru said, turning around to face her boyfriend and grinning.
But then Miura’s smile faded slightly. “Wait…” he said thoughtfully, his brows frowning at a certain feature of Kiru’s face.
“What? What’s wrong?” Kiru was suddenly in panic. She touched her face worriedly.
“Your… lips,” he said, touching his own.
“What about it?”
Miura stared at the redness of Kiru’s lips and cocked his head to the side. “I think you put too much lipstick. It’s too bright.”
“Oh.” She took out a wad of tissue from her black purse and was about to remove some of the color on her lips when Miura stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.
“Let me help.” Miura suddenly smiled playfully.
And Kiru was surprised that Miura didn’t get the tissue from her grip. Instead, Miura grabbed her by the waist and bent down to lay a kiss on her red, red lips.
Her knees weakened, her eyes shut and her pulsed raced at the sudden kiss Miura gave her. Apparently, his way of taming her cosmetic usage was very unique.
“There,” Miura said, breaking away from Kiru after a very long moment of kissing. “It’s not that red anymore.”
When Kiru opened her eyes, she saw Miura smiling a wide smile as a child’s on his now-red lips.
III.
“FOOD FIGHT!” Kiru shouted and she threw her plate of apple pie a la mode towards Atomi, cackling excitedly.
She was too bored that afternoon. The picnic their little group of friends had arranged was too quiet for her wild taste. And of course, if she didn’t want it, she had to do something about it. Suddenly, there was a riot in the middle of the park.
“Kiru! What the--?” Miura exclaimed as he ducked a flying bowl of spaghetti. It hit Eiko and as Yabu laughed, she threw a slice of pie. But then it hit Saeko.
Laughter escaped Kiru as she watched her friends continue the food fight she started. Pieces of chicken and romaine lettuce zoomed past her and hit her unsuspecting friends. Kiru grinned as she picked up a plate of cheesecake from the picnic basket.
“Don’t throw cake on me!” Kirie shrieked as she attempted to protect the new dress that she wore. But it was too late. Kiru had thrown blueberry cheesecake in random directions that it hit Kirie’s dress, Rei’s hair and Nino’s DS.
“Ahhh! Enough!” Atomi whined, wiping off the gravy that Saeko had thrown to her face. Another dollop of gravy hit her and she couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed the first thing she could reach and threw it. Miura was suddenly drenched with iced tea.
“Who threw that?” Miura demanded, droplets of iced tea hitting the others as he whirled around.
“Atomi did,” Kiru said, giggling.
Miura narrowed his eyes at Kiru. “But you started this. And no one hit you with food yet.”
“What can I say?” Kiru said, smiling sweetly at him. She picked up a half-eaten sandwich and threw it over her shoulder. Someone yelped behind her. “Haruma did that!”
“Hey!” Miura objected.
“Miura, take that!”
It was Saeko who threw another jug of juice in Miura’s direction.
“You’re going to pay,” Miura said, his eyes glowering in Kiru’s direction under his soaked hair.
“Okay,” Kiru said, shrugging.
“Hey, everybody, Kiru started this!” Miura said out loud. “You should hit her instead!”
Everyone stopped, looked around at her and scowled. Kiru’s eyes widened at Miura and she was answered with a mocking smile.
“I should’ve known. You wasted all the food that I cooked,” Rei said, glaring at her.
“You ruined our clothes,” Jun hissed, shaking his shoe that had ice cream on top.
Kirie nodded and pointed haughtily to her dress.
“You almost broke my DS!” Nino shrieked.
“You destroyed Oh-chan’s painting with the sandwich!” Saeko said as she patted the back of a devastated Ohno.
“But it was fun!” Kiru protested against their angry gazes, grinning. “And you should’ve seen the looks on your faces. It was epic!”
“Kiru…” they said in chorus, picking up what’s left of their picnic feast. They advanced slowly on her, holding the food in their hands high.
“I’m… sorry?” Kiru said, simulating a sheepish smile. And then she ran away with a shout. “MIURA HARUMA, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND?”
“I CAN’T CONTROL YOU ALONE, YOU KNOW.”
Kiru ran for her dear life with her angry friends hot on her heels.
IV.
Kiru sat on the ground, pouting. Everyone around her was cleaning the mess they made from the food fight and Kiru was sulking because, from head-to-toe, she was coated with their whole entrée for the picnic.
“At least help us out, Kiru. You started this mess,” Eiko said, dragging a garbage bag as she picked up the wasted food from the grassy grounds of the park.
“No, thanks,” Kiru said, wrinkling her nose at the stench that came from her own body. She smelled like a disgusting salad made of fried chicken, spaghetti, cake, ice cream, pie, iced tea and burgers.
Miura was looking for a jug with water amongst the mess as he grinned at Kiru. “Why aren’t you getting back at me?” he asked playfully, having found a full water jug and screwing the cover open.
“I’m thinking of ways already,” Kiru said pretentiously, sticking her tongue out at him.
She really was thinking of huge pranks to pull on Miura. She had to since it was his fault that her friends chased her all around the park, threw food at her, and exhausted her. But as she looked up, all of her plans and thoughts were swept away by the sight in front of her.
Miura was drenching himself with the cool water from the jug. Maybe he was trying to wash the stickiness of the juice that was thrown to him earlier or he was just cooling off after a draining day of playing around with everyone but Kiru was suddenly blushing.
She couldn’t take her eyes off her boyfriend as he drained the contents of the jug onto his body and shook his wet hair. His hands went through his sopping hair and combed them away from his face. He had his eyes closed as if he was absorbing the fresh and clean feeling of washing himself off with icy water.
Kiru immediately turned her red face away when Miura opened his eyes. She counted to ten before looking back again. Her heartbeat raced when Kiru saw that Miura was removing his wet shirt to wipe his body with a towel.
He was half-naked in front of her, in front of everyone! She closed her eyes to distract herself from his body and tried to think of the pranks she had thought of doing to him. Yet, even as she tried hard, no thought would come to her. The image of her boyfriend drenching himself with water and his firm chest kept on popping to her mind.
“So, you thought of something already?”
Kiru opened her eyes and glared at him. He had sat down beside her, still half-naked while wiping his body. She was using all her might to try not to get distracted.
“Yes,” she said firmly.
His grin grew. “Okay, so what’re you going to do to me?”
“I-“ She opened her mouth but no sound came out. Kiru tried again but ended up thinking of nothing to say. She closed her mouth and gave a crabby ‘hmph’.
“Whoa, sugoi, Miura-kun. You successfully shut Kiru up,” Rei said, feigning exaggerated amazement. “You should do what you did more often.”
“What? Distract her by pouring water over myself?” Miura asked, mischief twinkling in his humorous eyes.
‘Hey!” Kiru glared at him and gave him a hard smack on the arm. He laughed out loud as she turned away, a pink blush tinting her cheeks.
V.
“You seriously have no fear? You’re not afraid anything at all?”
Kiru shook her head smugly as she flipped another page of Potato. “Oh, look, Haruma! It’s you!” she exclaimed, pointing the page with Miura’s face on it.
“That’s unimportant,” he said impatiently, waving his hand. “We’re talking about something here.”
“Yes, I don’t have any phobias that I know of,” Kiru said, exasperated at the fact that Miura won’t let the topic go. He had been like that ever since they watched Quarantine together and she left the cinema with a very composed expression on her face. Miura was bothered that she wasn’t scared at all unlike the screaming girls inside the theater. “Is it wrong that I’m a strong and fearless girl?”
‘No, it’s just so unusual that a girl doesn’t have any fears,” Miura said, scratching his chin in deep thought. “Are you really sure that you’re not afraid-“
‘Yes, I am! I promise you, Haruma,” she said. “I’m not afraid of the dark or ghosts of heights or clowns or anything at all.”
Miura stared at her for a second and sighed. “Okay, fine, I give up,” he said, standing up. “I’m going to get a drink.”
Kiru nodded and turned back to the magazine. “Oh, Yamapi has a new drama! Tenjou must be happy,” she muttered to herself, scanning the page for more information.
It was then when she saw something move in her peripheral vision. She glanced at the said object. Her eyes widened and she jolted straight up on Miura’s couch.
There was a cockroach standing on the top surface of the television. Kiru gulped as she remembered her last encounter with a cockroach. It had flown towards her and it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. She glanced towards the kitchen door.
“H-Haruma?” she called out, not taking her eyes of the cockroach. It was dangling on the edge of the TV as if it was preparing to take off. She shuddered in disgust.
“Yeah?” Miura said from the kitchen.
“Can you come in here for a second?”
Kiru stared the cockroach down, willing it to not open its wings and fly. The bug moved some more to the edge and Kiru backed away into the couch.
“Wait,” Miura said.
With beady eyes, she watched as the cockroach’s wings flickered a bit and she swallowed back a shriek.
“Now! Please, come here!” Kiru said urgently, panic on the border of her calm voice.
And the thing that she had been dreading to happen occurred. As if in slow motion, the cockroach’s wings opened again and it pushed off the television, hurling towards Kiru’s direction. But before she even knew that the roach was going to take off, she had let out an ear-piercing scream.
“O-OH, MY GOD! HELP! HELP! HELP! I-IT’S A FLYING C-COCKROACH! HA-HARUMA!” Kiru yelled, immediately leaping onto the couch and frantically waving her arms around her as if trying to prevent the roach from coming near her. She screamed some more, using the magazine in her hands for protection.
“Kiru!” Miura rushed to the living room in extreme panic and worry. ‘W-What happened?”
“C-COCKROACH! T-THERE! KILL IT, HARUMA!” Kiru screeched, skipping to the floor and dashing around the room, still flourishing the magazine around her.
“C-Calm down!” Miura said, looking around the room for the cockroach. He saw it hovering near Kiru and apparently, she saw it, too. So she gave another cry and rushed towards Miura.
“KILL IT! KILL IT ALREADY! I HATE FLYING OBJECTS!” she shouted in terror, letting herself be enveloped in Miura’s arms. “MAKE IT GO AWAY! MAKE IT GO AWAY!”
“It’s okay,” Miura said gently, rubbing her back in comfort. He searched around the living room and saw the fleeting figure of the cockroach flying out of the open window. “It’s gone, Kiru.”
Kiru had buried her face on Miura’s chest and was trembling awfully. “A-Are you… sure?”
Miura embraced her tighter. “Yes, it’s gone.”
She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder. Miura felt her ease up when she was sure that the cockroach wasn’t there. “Th-Thank God,” Kiru whispered, breathing slowly to calm her pulse down.
“So… you’re afraid of flying bugs?” Miura asked lightly, peering down at her.
“A bit,” Kiru said in a quiet voice.
She heard him chuckle. “Well, that’s good,” Miura said, sounding satisfied.
“Good?” Kiru asked.
‘I thought the day you’ll come running to me for help would never come,” Miura said as-a-matter-of-factly. “I wanted to watch Quarantine with you last time to see if you’d cling on to me in fright. But it didn’t work.”
Kiru grinned. “Is that so?”
“Well, yeah,” Miura said, grinning back. His arms squeezed her more around the waist. “But now, since I know you’re afraid of something, I don’t feel like a worthless boyfriend anymore.”
“You mean you wanted to protect me?” Kiru said teasingly.
Miura laughed. “Maybe?” He pulled her with him as he sat down on the couch.
“What do you mean ‘maybe’?” Kiru said, nudging him on the ribs.
“Maybe,” he repeated.
“You wanted to protect me,” Kiru concluded. “But since you know that I’m afraid of flying bugs, make sure that you’re always around to save me from them. Or else, we’ll fight. Got it?”
“I’m required to be around you all the time?” Miura raised his eyebrows at her.
“Why? Is there a problem?”
“Not really. I think it’ll be great to have you around all the time since you always seem to have problems with all of my female co-stars. You’ll tell them off in front of me. Instead of complaining about them behind my back,” Miura said, a laugh ready to burst from his lips.
“Don’t remind me about that!” Kiru complained, pouting.
Miura continued on. “And maybe when I’m always around you, you’d get into less trouble. I can control your wild activities that way. Don’t you think?”
“I feel like a wild animal,” Kiru said, her frown deepening. “Am I that crazy and uncontrollable?”
He chortled in amusement. “Oh, you’re not that crazy. And as for controlling you, I have my means.”
“Like what?”
“You really want to know?” Miura asked, his eyes glittering as he drew his face to hers.
“No. Keep your civilizing abilities to your self and surprise me,” she said, throwing him yet another smile. Then she slipped away from his grip before he could further come near her face. “Want to play tag?”
“Tag? Why would I?” Miura asked incredulously.
“You get a prize if you catch me,” Kiru chanted and then she skipped to the other room.
Miura grinned. Knowing Kiru and her extreme escapades, he was sure he’d get a nice reward if he played along. “Okay, on three. One, two, three!”
Miura’s house was suddenly filled with Kiru’s squeals and yes, it was another normal day of the couple hanging out.
AN: It’s not much but I hope you enjoyed it a little bit. ♥ Lol. Did I use the word ‘tame’ too much? Or maybe ‘wild’. :P
Comments are greatly appreciated. Thanks~ :) Oh, yeah. Ailsa gave me the ‘flying cockroach’ idea. It suits Patrice well, don’t you think? :))