yurikatsu!

acting (ranyuri)

"I refuse! Why should the great Yurika-sama have to be paired up with you?"

She'd spat the words out her lips, face lit with a hot flush, before the young vampire had even registered what she was saying. It was outrageous, almost laughably so! To think that she had been asked to stoop so low as to do a publicity stunt of that nature... Her, of all people, alive for six hundred years and counting, descendent of Dracula himself. Such was what she told herself, in a fuming rage, but an idol's popularity is fleeting if they don't work to keep themself in the public eye.

And this, according to their reasoning, was the perfect way to accomplish that. Ran hadn't seemed too bothered, as per usual. Even now, her expression was indignant, which only frustrated Yurika further. "It's just an act, isn't it? They probably thought we'd look good together on the magazines, or something." The bluntly truthful language of the Beautiful Blade was not what she wanted to hear, especially as the former so freely flipped her supple hair.

"I don't care. I'm not doing it!" Steaming like a tea kettle, she found herself unable to face the other, voice shrinking almost into a whisper. "Not with you." If it had been anyone else, Kaede, Ichigo, even Sakura, she would have begrudingly accepted it as part of her character. A vampire falling in love wasn't an unusual tale to be sure, and it wouldn't be difficult to spin it into something dramatically romantic. But Ran was the one person she absolutely could never work with, under any circumstances, because...

"Hah? Do you really hate the thought of being my girlfriend that much?" The words slid like low silk in her ears, and she very nearly exploded.

"You would be my girlfriend! I mean, I'm the great Yurika-sama after all, so I wouldn't not not mind having you as my servant..." If she could, she would have cursed, but as it was she could barely control the flow of her words.

"You're awfully frustrating, you know that?" Slender fingers rose and tugged her perfectly curled twintails—damn it, she'd worked hard on those—from their bindings until wavy white-blonde hair spilled down her shoulders. Last ounce of resilience gone, the now very much human girl did her best not to look at the butterfly drawing near, and failed spectacularly.

She hated how she always found herself getting lost in the other's violet eyes, now fluttering shut in sync with her own in anticipation of a kiss. It might have been practice, some twisted form of acting as they easily fell into their roles, but as much as she loathed to admit it, would never let the words leave her lips without a hard fight, she had long since fallen for her.