Homra's Girl ~Misaki's One-Shot~

~You'll Never Forget Me~

     The night sent a chill down my spine as the cold air pierced through my hoodie like needles. It didn't make it any better that my hoodie was sleeveless... I wasn't really expecting a night run though, but complaining won't make it any warmer. Instead I'm just distracting myself and if I'm not lucky, I won't get away. This wasn't the first time I ran away, but instead of running away from my problems I was running away from a boy. Well he could be counted as a problem, but he was being a very difficult problem to get away from. 

     It was sorta my fault that he became a problem. I might have stole his beanie when he was walking into a bar. At first I got away without a problem and was quite enjoying the cloth hat. That is until I ran into a gang group just outside an alley. I didn't expect to get away nor did I expect someone getting me out of that mess. Sure enough though, that same boy rode past on a skateboard. He saw the situation and drove the four guys away with his bat. It might have taken him a few swings to show them that he was being serious. I didn't stay to say thanx or to give back his beanie. Instead I ran, and what a foolish idea that was. I had forgotten that he had a skateboard, but the sound of scrapping wheels reminded me soon enough. It didn't really help my situation though. It just let me know that I was so fucked. 

    The cursing that I heard behind me also let me know that he was pretty pissed off. I was starting to wish that I never took his beanie or that I never ran. Too late now though, sorta too late to change that. He was gaining on me fast, there was no way I could outrun a skateboard. I was caught off guard when an arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me against the chest of a boy. Sure enough, it was the boy who's beanie I stole. To make things better, I so happened to have been wearing that beanie.

"Baka! Let me go!" I was scared to move away and didn't want to chance falling off the skateboard. What was scarier? Getting beat up by the gravel or getting beat up by a pissed off ginger boy. I actually started to consider the road and tried pushing away from him. That didn't work... He stopped the skateboard and didn't hesitate to drag me with him. Leaving the skateboard behind as he pushed me against the wall of a building. It didn't really feel pleasant as the cold brick dug into my back. "Stop trying to get the fuck away!" 

   Ha! I wasn't going to listen to some stranger. I'm getting my ass out of this mess. His hands pressed against my shoulders with a more rough weight. Him standing in front of me pretty much destroyed all hopes in getting out. I gritted my teeth as my hands pushed against his chest and I even started to hit him. It wasn't doing any good, he did't even flinch. I was tired from the run so my efforts was wasteful. I wasn't getting anywhere with this. 

    "You know what? Just take your fucking beanie already and leave me alone!" I grabbed the beanie and threw it against him. He wasn't the only one who can play the pissed off act. "Now let me fucking go!" I felt the pressure become more light against my shoulders, but he made no attempt to back away. He was so trying my patience and I hardly had any patience at all.

    "Huh" I looked up at him then and despite the situation I was in, it was hard not to notice how hot he actually looked. "What?" My response was not kind and I didn't expect it to be. I didn't get to see his eyes since it was hidden behind the shadow of the hair in front of his face. His hair was quite messy and neither too long or too short. It stopped at the base of his neck and feathered over his ears. He had a slim figure with a perfect fit tank and baggy white shorts that stopped below his knees. "Why the hell did you run from me?" His voice let me know that he was still slightly pissed about my escape attempt. "Well... Umm..." I didn't know how to answer this question. Then I stepped closer as I barked out my answer with a sharp tongue. "Its not like I know you. Your just a stranger. I don't know what your intentions are! I can't just read minds!" My cheeks then heated up with a small blush. "Besides... I took  your beanie..."

    He stared down at me with a surprised expression, and he too had the hint of a blush on his cheeks. Which mean the night failed to hide mine. Damn it all to hell! The the boy shrugged as he let go of my shoulders. "I wasn't worried about the beanie..." He then sat down, leaning his back against the wall. He was clearly trying to ignore the fact that he too had blushed. I was left standing there like an awkward chick with little thought. To chance that situation, I decided to sit down also. Keeping my distance from the boy. Things was quiet as he leaned his head back, his eyes closed as he did absolutely nothing. I on the other hand, just realized that I was staring. His eyes opened and glanced up at me which sent me on edge on being caught. I quickly looked away with a grumpy look on my face. "So. What do you plan to do now?" My voice still hinted the hatefulness I had from being caught in the awkward situation of staring. 

    "I don't plan on doing anything anytime soon. Relaxing is quite nice." I rolled my eyes and started to get up. "Yeah.. Well that sounds lame. I'm leaving." He grabbed my wrist gently but strong enough to keep me from getting up. "Why don't you stay and make it less lame for me." He looked up at me. The blush was now gone from his face and his expression was serious. I sat back down with a sigh but I couldn't stop thinking about how he was so close earlier as he pressed me against the wall. At the moment I didn't notice how thrilling it was, but now the thought sent shivers down my spine. 

    "So what would you consider fun? Boy" I waited for his answer and was quite disappointed when I didn't get one. Instead he continued to lean back with his eyes closed. Again I rolled my eyes and tried to hide my disappointment. "Well since your going to be no fun for conversation," I moved closer as it was my turn to press against his shoulders until I had him pinned against the ground. "I'll find another way to make this less lame." 

     He made no attempt to fight against me but his face was surprised with my action. He clearly didn't expect this. I leaned over him, my knees against his lower sides and my hands pinning his shoulders down. I smirked down at him when his cheeks blushed brighter then before. "Err what are you doing?" I leaned my head down as my chin was close enough to touch the side of his neck. "I'm going to make sure you don't forget about me. Thats the price you have to pay for catching me." My tongue then trailed up his neck to his jawline. I felt the vibration underneath me as he shivered. "Don't get overwhelmed yet, I'm just getting started." He smirked up at me as he moved his hands along my sides down to my hips. It wasn't long before his hands made their way up my shirt as they moved slowly against my sides. My skin lit up with fire as I bit down on my lip. It felt good.

    I then kissed his neck before nibbling on the skin tenderly. My teeth gently nipping and biting as one of my hands also played inside his shirt. Soon his shirt was thrown to the side and my body pressed against his bare chest. His body temperature was so hot against me. My other hand played with his soft ginger hair, fingers weaving and twirling his strands. A few bite marks decorated his neck and collar bone and it wasn't long before my lips found his. His hands then moved along my thighs as he pressed me closer against his waist. Each touch lit me up and sent me moaning against his lips. His mouth parted mine as his tongue danced its way to mine. Each heartbeat and breath faster and louder then the other. There was not enough to give, not enough to take. There would never be enough. Not enough of him, not enough of me, not enough of the night to make this last forever. 

   Soon I pulled away. Giving his bottom lip a rough bite that left it red. Then I leaned down as I whispered in his ear. "Now remember that. Remember me. Don't forget until the very last day." This is the sad part. What he didn't know was that we won't ever see each other again. Despite my refusal to except the fact, I knew my eyes won't ever find this boy again. So I made sure to let my eyes wander along his chest before looking down on his face again. He propped himself up with his elbow and kissed me once more before speaking back. His voice soft and his tone sure. "I'm Yata. Yata Misaki"

    He didn't ask me if we would meet again. He made no attempt to find out. He didn't ask me for my name, nor would I have gave it to him.  I want him to remember me without a name. A mystery girl who he will never see or forget. It would seem impossible, but I won't let him.