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Um, I really suck at LJ so it actually took me forever to figure out how to post my fic here. I really hope I'm doing it right *crosses fingers* , if not, sorry for the spam, someone help me out here...
Kimimayster asked me to post "a fic" of mine, and I'm assuming she meant this one so here is it. ^_^ If all goes well, I'll post my other MaoJun fics too.
Title: Welcome Home
Author: yoshi09
Rating: T / PG-13
Classification: 2006-2007 (Whenever HYD2 started shooting Season 2)
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Pervertedness between the F4 boys.
Summary: It’s the first day all the cast gets reunited after one year to start Season 2 shooting. Jun for a change is early to arrive to the set, rather than prompt… but Mao hasn’t shown up yet.
Disclaimer: I don’t have any property rights to HYD, or its cast, crew, and fandom. I also don’t own Inoue Mao or Matsumoto Jun- they’re owned by each other.
Author’s Note (A/N): This fic is dedicated to jmc_iuqcaj, kimimayster, maea_maie, minerva, LuPhJUNMAO and Zohariel for their support as reviewers in "10th Time is a Charm"- thank you so much. It was written with all of you in mind.
*****
‘Damn it, that girl’s got some nerve…’ thought Matsumoto Jun. He was on his third cigarette in a row and was just about to kill it in favor for a new one. He glanced back at the script, crossing and recrossing his legs as he lounged across an armchair in front of the break room- the only sitting place with visual access to the entrance leading outside. Jun looked at his watch impatiently and cursed to himself, “4:56am. Thirty four minutes before we have to start getting ready in hair and make up.”
He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped at the sudden contact.
“Shun! What the hell are you doing?” Jun hissed as soon as he regained composure.
“Oy, oy, oy…” said Oguri Shun, his eyebrows raised at Jun’s aggressive demeanor, “Was just wondering what you’re doing here sitting all by yourself. In the dark. You’re not Batman.” Shun was one of Jun’s closest companions, and also one of most immaculate of dressers- even without a stylist. Today, though, he wore a long sleeved white shirt and a casual pair of sweats- something out of character for him to do.
“It’s not dark.” Jun insisted as the already dim light above them flickered in disagreement, “Besides… I… ano… I needed a quiet place to study the script.”
“Is that right? You’re on the wrong page then. That’s Mao-chan’s lines.”
Jun looked down at the page.
“Oh…. Yeah, I know, I just figured… you know, like… I mean I was just turning the page and you interrupted my thinking-”
“Of course,” Shun said in a tone that meant the opposite, “Did you even eat breakfast? And smoking so early this morning…” Shun took a criticizing glance at the ashtray next to him, “three times it seems. You sure you’re all right?”
“I’m not hungry,” Jun murmured. He was flipping through the script again.
Shun sighed and reached over to grab the script out of Jun’s hands.
“Hey! I was reading that!”
“Come join us for drinks, Jun. The guys haven’t seen you in almost a year. Do us all a favor and hang out with us before we start shooting again!” Shun whined jokingly, his lower lip protruding into a pout.
“Drinks? And you’re scolding me about smoking so early you talk about drinking-”
“Urusai. Drinks like coffee, tea, milk, juice… breakfast. You know, the meal you didn’t have yet?”
Jun took another glance at the door.
Shun followed his action,
“Someone you’re waiting for?”
“No. What makes you think I’m waiting for someone?” Jun protested, irritation dripping into his voice, “Come on, let’s go get some food.”
Jun brushed past Shun, grabbing his stolen script out of Shun’s hands as he did so. Shun crossed his arms and stared at the armchair Jun was sitting in for a moment, then back at the door.
“Mao-chan,” Shun concluded to himself, before he followed after his testy friend.
“All right, all right, all right… I got one…”
Everyone in the studio’s lounge leaned in close to listen.
“A teacher was wrapping up class, and started talking about tomorrow's final exam…”
“A teacher joke? You’re so dirty, Shota-kun!” said Abe Tsuyoshi, otherwise known as Tonton, already starting to laugh.
“Tonton, you’re ruining the joke, ne?” Shun complained, biting into his bagel. They were gathered in the studio lounge, no one disturbing them save for the random crew member passing through to get something for another crew member. Tonton and Matsuda Shota sat down next to each other, with orange juice, milk and toast momentarily forgotten in the table in front of them. Shun was cross legged on the floor, bagel in hand, leaning against a chair that he thought was “too soft” to sit in comfortably. Jun was seated on a counter a little further away from them, his ankles crossed, while he drank pink lemonade.
“Okay okay, everyone settle down,” Shota said. He cleared his throat dramatically before he started the joke over again, “Okay, so- A teacher was wrapping up class, and started talking about tomorrow's final exam. He said there would be no excuses for not showing up tomorrow, barring a dire medical condition or an immediate family member's death. One smart ass, male student said, ‘What about extreme sexual exhaustion?’ and the whole classroom burst into laughter.”
“Hahaha, that’s something you’d say, Shota,” Shun commented.
“I’m not done yet,” Shota remarked, again clearing his throat in a dramatic fashion, “After the laughter had subsided, the teacher glared at the student, and said, ‘Not an excuse, you can use your other hand to write.’"
There was a deliberate pause and then the three other guys started laughing uproariously.
“Good one, Shota!” laughed Shun, holding his sides from the hysterics.
“Very dirty, but very funny,” agreed Tonton through his mirth.
“Heard it. Aiba told me that one,” Jun said, although he was still smiling.
“Okay fine, you tell one, Jun,” Shota said, mimicking an arrogant rich man with his nose in the air and coffee in hand.
“Hoy, you’re Nishikado, aren’t you? Drink tea!” ordered Jun imperiously.
There was good natured laughter all around before Jun raised his arm to get his friends’ attention.
“Yosh. I have one.”
“Oh, Jun-kun has a joke,” Tonton said happily. He reached over for his milk before handing Shota his orange juice.
“You always have the worst ones, ne?” Shun said through another bite of his bagel.
“Urusai. You guys just aren’t smart enough to understand them,” Jun exclaimed, a smile on his lips. He really did miss his old Hana Yori Dango pals.
“Let’s go Jun, I don’t want to put up with watching Tonton make a milk mustache,” Shota said.
“Why are you so smart today, Shota-kun?” scolded Tonton, although half-heartedly.
Shota grinned apologetically.
“Oy! Let me say my joke.”
“Go for it, Jun-kun,” Tonton encouraged, the makings of a milk mustache forming on his upper lip as he swallowed the cold liquid.
“The angry wife met her husband at the door.” (“This is going to be good,” murmured Shota. Jun glared at him before continuing.) “There was alcohol on his breath and lipstick on his collar. ‘I assume,’ she snarled, ‘that there is a very good reason for you to come waltzing in here at six o'clock in the morning?’ ‘There is,’ he replied. ‘Breakfast.’”
They all burst out laughing instantaneously, except for Tonton, who was trying to keep a straight face.
“I don’t think that’s a very polite joke to women,” he said disapprovingly.
“Maa~ Maa~ Tonton… it’s just a joke,” Shun said, chuckles still escaping his lips through his words. He looked at Jun, “That was the best one yet, Jun-kun.”
The door opened and someone peered inside, “Hair and make-up in five minutes!” The door snapped shut.
“Eh? So soon?”
All four looked at the clock- 5:25am.
“Damn. Let’s head over then, we’ll tell more stories there, ne?” Jun said, already hopping off the countertop. Shota, Tonton, and Shun, who were all closer to the door, gathered their food and were about to head out when the door burst open.
“Mao-chan!” Greeted Shun happily, his words immediately chorused by his co-stars.
“Mao-chan,” said Shota with a little bow, “Ne, how come your dress is so mismatched?”
“Mao-chan! We missed you. You’re wearing a cute outfit today,” complimented Tonton.
‘Mao-chan?’ thought Jun in a flustered rush. He couldn’t see her in the three masses of bodies blocking his view, but he could hear her soft voice over their heads.
“Ohayou…” she said, in her cute Mao-is-sleepy way. “Gomen, I overslept… I’m still tired, look at the bags under my eyes!” she exclaimed with a small laugh. “Long time no see, ne…”
They all agreed.
“Ne, you came late, but we still have to get changed. We’ll catch up with you later ne? So good to see you again!” Shun said, giving Inoue Mao a small pat on the head. She giggled, before giving a small bow to Shota on his way out after Shun.
“Let’s have lunch later today together!” she called after them.
“You hungry, Mao-chan? There’s still food here,” offered Tonton. He gestured behind him and towards Jun, still frozen in place. His movement gave Jun full view of Inoue Mao. Jun for the first time in a long time had nothing to say. Inoue Mao, his costar and one of his closest friends that happened to be female, adorned an odd patterned outfit he had never seen before. It was an off white and aqua patterned knee-length summer dress with a rose adorning the center, complimented by a sweeping v-neck that showed more cleavage than Jun was ever aware of- or cared to be aware of until that moment. Her hair was up in a messy quick updo, but her smile was still positively glowing. Mao followed Tonton’s motion and her gaze met Jun’s. 'Long time no see.'
“Oh… itto…” she tore her stare away from Jun and focused her attention back to Tonton, “Okay. Please tell them I might be a little late and to go ahead and do make up on you and the other guys… gomen for coming so late!”
Tonton smiled and nodded, and then turned to look back at Jun.
“Oy, coming?... You okay?” Tonton found it odd that Jun hadn’t been interrupting them.
“Ah… I’m going to finish my lemonade.”
Tonton grinned- always believing wastefulness was a crime.
“Okay, see you soon, don’t take too long you two.”
The door closed behind with a quiet click, leaving them alone. They stared at each other for what felt like eternity, before Mao softly cleared her throat and made her way to the counter that Jun sat on.
He watched as she gathered an apple, some toast, and poured herself a glass of orange juice, before she walked quietly to the couch where Tonton and Shota had seated themselves earlier. ‘Had she always had such fair complexion? Was her hair always so shiny? Is she wearing a different kind of mascara? Her hands are tiny! Why isn’t she talking to me?’
“Hi, Mao-chan,” Jun said a little roughly, suddenly remembering he had vocal cords to speak with.
She laughed.
‘Wow. She has a really pretty laugh. Was it always so pretty?’
“I was wondering when you’d say good morning,” she beamed brightly at him.
“You could have said it first!” he retorted, unable to control the smile he returned.
“I did, I said ‘Ohayou!’”
“You didn’t, you said it to Shota and Shun and Tonton.”
She giggled again. Jun didn’t like what her giggle did to his heart- made it beat faster than needed.
“I said it to everyone listening. Or were you not listening, Jun?” She bit her apple, “Mmm, so tasty.”
Jun drank his lemonade, his eyes still on Mao.
“Did you do something new to yourself?” ‘It has to be her eyes. Maybe she put eyeliner on…’
“Mm… No. I listened to your band’s new song though. Sugoi ne…” she nodded, “How does it go.. ah, ‘Love.. so… sweEt!’” she trilled.
“Gah! Are you trying to break my ears, Mao-chan?” he complained.
Mao-chan started laughing again,
“You’re so mean still, Jun!”
Jun laughed at that.
“I guess some things don’t change, ne?”
She shook her head, still smiling. They sat in companionable silence for a few moments, both eating and drinking respectively, and in that time frame Jun noted that Mao’s hair grew a little longer, her cheeks were a little red, quite possibly from the chill outside, and she was… ‘Don’t say it, Jun. Don’t even think it,’ Jun scolded himself. But even though he didn’t verbalize it in his mind, he knew it was true- Nino wasn’t delusional about her looks.
“Jun,” she suddenly said, her brow furrowed as if she were thinking about something, “Sit next to me, ne?”
“Why…?” He asked, suspicious.
“Because I want to tell you something,” she said, as the last bit of toast disappeared from her plate and into her mouth.
“You could tell me from here,” he had long finished his lemonade but he still felt compelled to stay near her for some reason. A reason, at this point, that was getting more and more annoying.
“Why are you so difficult?” she pouted.
He laughed at her unintentional charm, and hopped off the counter to sit next to his costar.
She smiled brightly. Again, Jun was struck by how much more… (Jun struggled with the proper word that didn’t make him feel like he was hitting on her)… appealing, she was.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“You have something on your face,” he said bluntly, “Right here.” He poked her nose with his index finger. She rubbed it self-consciously and he chuckled. “So what do you need to tell me?”
Mao looked about her quickly, and Jun followed her example, curious as to what she seemed to be looking for. “Over there!” Mao exclaimed pointing to something behind him. Jun twisted around, and Mao took advantage of his distraction and poked his sides simultaneously. He jolted off the couch like he was struck by lightening. Mao laughed uproariously.
“Why you little…” Jun murmured, unable to deter the grin from his face even though he was furious. He locked his fingers into “tickle-mode” and made a grab for Mao who rolled away and off the couch. She ran around the couch so it was between them, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
He ran to his left, Mao mirroring his movement in the opposite direction to keep the distance. He smiled mischievously and Mao’s face fell, ‘Uh oh.’ He feigned a left, and Mao ran the other way, and Jun smirked and jumped over the couch and right in Mao’s way. She made a sound that was a crossover between a squeal and a plea for mercy before he was upon her, tickling her back down onto the couch. She started giggling uncontrollably and tried to roll away from him again but he had her and was enjoying every minute of his sweet, sweet revenge.
After two minutes of straight giggling, two exhausted friends lay on the couch, side by side, unaware that they were leaning on each other- Mao’s head finding that perfect curve on Jun’s neck, and Jun’s head finding that perfect support on the top of her head. They were still grinning manically, and only when they’re breathing finally slowed did Jun note the close proximity they had. He pulled away awkwardly and Mao straightened her body in response. She coughed politely.
“It’s nice being back,” she said, smoothing her dress.
“It’s nice having you back,” he replied sincerely, “Welcome home.”
~yoshi09
Mao’s dress (as I based the description off of):
http://thebosh.com/upload/2008/05/05/the_next_best_dress_designer/The%20Next%20Best%20Dress%20Designer.jpg
Kimimayster asked me to post "a fic" of mine, and I'm assuming she meant this one so here is it. ^_^ If all goes well, I'll post my other MaoJun fics too.
Title: Welcome Home
Author: yoshi09
Rating: T / PG-13
Classification: 2006-2007 (Whenever HYD2 started shooting Season 2)
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Pervertedness between the F4 boys.
Summary: It’s the first day all the cast gets reunited after one year to start Season 2 shooting. Jun for a change is early to arrive to the set, rather than prompt… but Mao hasn’t shown up yet.
Disclaimer: I don’t have any property rights to HYD, or its cast, crew, and fandom. I also don’t own Inoue Mao or Matsumoto Jun- they’re owned by each other.
Author’s Note (A/N): This fic is dedicated to jmc_iuqcaj, kimimayster, maea_maie, minerva, LuPhJUNMAO and Zohariel for their support as reviewers in "10th Time is a Charm"- thank you so much. It was written with all of you in mind.
*****
‘Damn it, that girl’s got some nerve…’ thought Matsumoto Jun. He was on his third cigarette in a row and was just about to kill it in favor for a new one. He glanced back at the script, crossing and recrossing his legs as he lounged across an armchair in front of the break room- the only sitting place with visual access to the entrance leading outside. Jun looked at his watch impatiently and cursed to himself, “4:56am. Thirty four minutes before we have to start getting ready in hair and make up.”
He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped at the sudden contact.
“Shun! What the hell are you doing?” Jun hissed as soon as he regained composure.
“Oy, oy, oy…” said Oguri Shun, his eyebrows raised at Jun’s aggressive demeanor, “Was just wondering what you’re doing here sitting all by yourself. In the dark. You’re not Batman.” Shun was one of Jun’s closest companions, and also one of most immaculate of dressers- even without a stylist. Today, though, he wore a long sleeved white shirt and a casual pair of sweats- something out of character for him to do.
“It’s not dark.” Jun insisted as the already dim light above them flickered in disagreement, “Besides… I… ano… I needed a quiet place to study the script.”
“Is that right? You’re on the wrong page then. That’s Mao-chan’s lines.”
Jun looked down at the page.
“Oh…. Yeah, I know, I just figured… you know, like… I mean I was just turning the page and you interrupted my thinking-”
“Of course,” Shun said in a tone that meant the opposite, “Did you even eat breakfast? And smoking so early this morning…” Shun took a criticizing glance at the ashtray next to him, “three times it seems. You sure you’re all right?”
“I’m not hungry,” Jun murmured. He was flipping through the script again.
Shun sighed and reached over to grab the script out of Jun’s hands.
“Hey! I was reading that!”
“Come join us for drinks, Jun. The guys haven’t seen you in almost a year. Do us all a favor and hang out with us before we start shooting again!” Shun whined jokingly, his lower lip protruding into a pout.
“Drinks? And you’re scolding me about smoking so early you talk about drinking-”
“Urusai. Drinks like coffee, tea, milk, juice… breakfast. You know, the meal you didn’t have yet?”
Jun took another glance at the door.
Shun followed his action,
“Someone you’re waiting for?”
“No. What makes you think I’m waiting for someone?” Jun protested, irritation dripping into his voice, “Come on, let’s go get some food.”
Jun brushed past Shun, grabbing his stolen script out of Shun’s hands as he did so. Shun crossed his arms and stared at the armchair Jun was sitting in for a moment, then back at the door.
“Mao-chan,” Shun concluded to himself, before he followed after his testy friend.
“All right, all right, all right… I got one…”
Everyone in the studio’s lounge leaned in close to listen.
“A teacher was wrapping up class, and started talking about tomorrow's final exam…”
“A teacher joke? You’re so dirty, Shota-kun!” said Abe Tsuyoshi, otherwise known as Tonton, already starting to laugh.
“Tonton, you’re ruining the joke, ne?” Shun complained, biting into his bagel. They were gathered in the studio lounge, no one disturbing them save for the random crew member passing through to get something for another crew member. Tonton and Matsuda Shota sat down next to each other, with orange juice, milk and toast momentarily forgotten in the table in front of them. Shun was cross legged on the floor, bagel in hand, leaning against a chair that he thought was “too soft” to sit in comfortably. Jun was seated on a counter a little further away from them, his ankles crossed, while he drank pink lemonade.
“Okay okay, everyone settle down,” Shota said. He cleared his throat dramatically before he started the joke over again, “Okay, so- A teacher was wrapping up class, and started talking about tomorrow's final exam. He said there would be no excuses for not showing up tomorrow, barring a dire medical condition or an immediate family member's death. One smart ass, male student said, ‘What about extreme sexual exhaustion?’ and the whole classroom burst into laughter.”
“Hahaha, that’s something you’d say, Shota,” Shun commented.
“I’m not done yet,” Shota remarked, again clearing his throat in a dramatic fashion, “After the laughter had subsided, the teacher glared at the student, and said, ‘Not an excuse, you can use your other hand to write.’"
There was a deliberate pause and then the three other guys started laughing uproariously.
“Good one, Shota!” laughed Shun, holding his sides from the hysterics.
“Very dirty, but very funny,” agreed Tonton through his mirth.
“Heard it. Aiba told me that one,” Jun said, although he was still smiling.
“Okay fine, you tell one, Jun,” Shota said, mimicking an arrogant rich man with his nose in the air and coffee in hand.
“Hoy, you’re Nishikado, aren’t you? Drink tea!” ordered Jun imperiously.
There was good natured laughter all around before Jun raised his arm to get his friends’ attention.
“Yosh. I have one.”
“Oh, Jun-kun has a joke,” Tonton said happily. He reached over for his milk before handing Shota his orange juice.
“You always have the worst ones, ne?” Shun said through another bite of his bagel.
“Urusai. You guys just aren’t smart enough to understand them,” Jun exclaimed, a smile on his lips. He really did miss his old Hana Yori Dango pals.
“Let’s go Jun, I don’t want to put up with watching Tonton make a milk mustache,” Shota said.
“Why are you so smart today, Shota-kun?” scolded Tonton, although half-heartedly.
Shota grinned apologetically.
“Oy! Let me say my joke.”
“Go for it, Jun-kun,” Tonton encouraged, the makings of a milk mustache forming on his upper lip as he swallowed the cold liquid.
“The angry wife met her husband at the door.” (“This is going to be good,” murmured Shota. Jun glared at him before continuing.) “There was alcohol on his breath and lipstick on his collar. ‘I assume,’ she snarled, ‘that there is a very good reason for you to come waltzing in here at six o'clock in the morning?’ ‘There is,’ he replied. ‘Breakfast.’”
They all burst out laughing instantaneously, except for Tonton, who was trying to keep a straight face.
“I don’t think that’s a very polite joke to women,” he said disapprovingly.
“Maa~ Maa~ Tonton… it’s just a joke,” Shun said, chuckles still escaping his lips through his words. He looked at Jun, “That was the best one yet, Jun-kun.”
The door opened and someone peered inside, “Hair and make-up in five minutes!” The door snapped shut.
“Eh? So soon?”
All four looked at the clock- 5:25am.
“Damn. Let’s head over then, we’ll tell more stories there, ne?” Jun said, already hopping off the countertop. Shota, Tonton, and Shun, who were all closer to the door, gathered their food and were about to head out when the door burst open.
“Mao-chan!” Greeted Shun happily, his words immediately chorused by his co-stars.
“Mao-chan,” said Shota with a little bow, “Ne, how come your dress is so mismatched?”
“Mao-chan! We missed you. You’re wearing a cute outfit today,” complimented Tonton.
‘Mao-chan?’ thought Jun in a flustered rush. He couldn’t see her in the three masses of bodies blocking his view, but he could hear her soft voice over their heads.
“Ohayou…” she said, in her cute Mao-is-sleepy way. “Gomen, I overslept… I’m still tired, look at the bags under my eyes!” she exclaimed with a small laugh. “Long time no see, ne…”
They all agreed.
“Ne, you came late, but we still have to get changed. We’ll catch up with you later ne? So good to see you again!” Shun said, giving Inoue Mao a small pat on the head. She giggled, before giving a small bow to Shota on his way out after Shun.
“Let’s have lunch later today together!” she called after them.
“You hungry, Mao-chan? There’s still food here,” offered Tonton. He gestured behind him and towards Jun, still frozen in place. His movement gave Jun full view of Inoue Mao. Jun for the first time in a long time had nothing to say. Inoue Mao, his costar and one of his closest friends that happened to be female, adorned an odd patterned outfit he had never seen before. It was an off white and aqua patterned knee-length summer dress with a rose adorning the center, complimented by a sweeping v-neck that showed more cleavage than Jun was ever aware of- or cared to be aware of until that moment. Her hair was up in a messy quick updo, but her smile was still positively glowing. Mao followed Tonton’s motion and her gaze met Jun’s. 'Long time no see.'
“Oh… itto…” she tore her stare away from Jun and focused her attention back to Tonton, “Okay. Please tell them I might be a little late and to go ahead and do make up on you and the other guys… gomen for coming so late!”
Tonton smiled and nodded, and then turned to look back at Jun.
“Oy, coming?... You okay?” Tonton found it odd that Jun hadn’t been interrupting them.
“Ah… I’m going to finish my lemonade.”
Tonton grinned- always believing wastefulness was a crime.
“Okay, see you soon, don’t take too long you two.”
The door closed behind with a quiet click, leaving them alone. They stared at each other for what felt like eternity, before Mao softly cleared her throat and made her way to the counter that Jun sat on.
He watched as she gathered an apple, some toast, and poured herself a glass of orange juice, before she walked quietly to the couch where Tonton and Shota had seated themselves earlier. ‘Had she always had such fair complexion? Was her hair always so shiny? Is she wearing a different kind of mascara? Her hands are tiny! Why isn’t she talking to me?’
“Hi, Mao-chan,” Jun said a little roughly, suddenly remembering he had vocal cords to speak with.
She laughed.
‘Wow. She has a really pretty laugh. Was it always so pretty?’
“I was wondering when you’d say good morning,” she beamed brightly at him.
“You could have said it first!” he retorted, unable to control the smile he returned.
“I did, I said ‘Ohayou!’”
“You didn’t, you said it to Shota and Shun and Tonton.”
She giggled again. Jun didn’t like what her giggle did to his heart- made it beat faster than needed.
“I said it to everyone listening. Or were you not listening, Jun?” She bit her apple, “Mmm, so tasty.”
Jun drank his lemonade, his eyes still on Mao.
“Did you do something new to yourself?” ‘It has to be her eyes. Maybe she put eyeliner on…’
“Mm… No. I listened to your band’s new song though. Sugoi ne…” she nodded, “How does it go.. ah, ‘Love.. so… sweEt!’” she trilled.
“Gah! Are you trying to break my ears, Mao-chan?” he complained.
Mao-chan started laughing again,
“You’re so mean still, Jun!”
Jun laughed at that.
“I guess some things don’t change, ne?”
She shook her head, still smiling. They sat in companionable silence for a few moments, both eating and drinking respectively, and in that time frame Jun noted that Mao’s hair grew a little longer, her cheeks were a little red, quite possibly from the chill outside, and she was… ‘Don’t say it, Jun. Don’t even think it,’ Jun scolded himself. But even though he didn’t verbalize it in his mind, he knew it was true- Nino wasn’t delusional about her looks.
“Jun,” she suddenly said, her brow furrowed as if she were thinking about something, “Sit next to me, ne?”
“Why…?” He asked, suspicious.
“Because I want to tell you something,” she said, as the last bit of toast disappeared from her plate and into her mouth.
“You could tell me from here,” he had long finished his lemonade but he still felt compelled to stay near her for some reason. A reason, at this point, that was getting more and more annoying.
“Why are you so difficult?” she pouted.
He laughed at her unintentional charm, and hopped off the counter to sit next to his costar.
She smiled brightly. Again, Jun was struck by how much more… (Jun struggled with the proper word that didn’t make him feel like he was hitting on her)… appealing, she was.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“You have something on your face,” he said bluntly, “Right here.” He poked her nose with his index finger. She rubbed it self-consciously and he chuckled. “So what do you need to tell me?”
Mao looked about her quickly, and Jun followed her example, curious as to what she seemed to be looking for. “Over there!” Mao exclaimed pointing to something behind him. Jun twisted around, and Mao took advantage of his distraction and poked his sides simultaneously. He jolted off the couch like he was struck by lightening. Mao laughed uproariously.
“Why you little…” Jun murmured, unable to deter the grin from his face even though he was furious. He locked his fingers into “tickle-mode” and made a grab for Mao who rolled away and off the couch. She ran around the couch so it was between them, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
He ran to his left, Mao mirroring his movement in the opposite direction to keep the distance. He smiled mischievously and Mao’s face fell, ‘Uh oh.’ He feigned a left, and Mao ran the other way, and Jun smirked and jumped over the couch and right in Mao’s way. She made a sound that was a crossover between a squeal and a plea for mercy before he was upon her, tickling her back down onto the couch. She started giggling uncontrollably and tried to roll away from him again but he had her and was enjoying every minute of his sweet, sweet revenge.
After two minutes of straight giggling, two exhausted friends lay on the couch, side by side, unaware that they were leaning on each other- Mao’s head finding that perfect curve on Jun’s neck, and Jun’s head finding that perfect support on the top of her head. They were still grinning manically, and only when they’re breathing finally slowed did Jun note the close proximity they had. He pulled away awkwardly and Mao straightened her body in response. She coughed politely.
“It’s nice being back,” she said, smoothing her dress.
“It’s nice having you back,” he replied sincerely, “Welcome home.”
~yoshi09
Mao’s dress (as I based the description off of):
http://thebosh.com/upload/2008/05/05/the_next_best_dress_designer/The%20Next%20Best%20Dress%20Designer.jpg
