Soul Eater: Crystals, Stars and Bullets

Chapter 18 - What part of "One on One" don't you understand?

~Itchii's POV~

We've arrived.

Finally.

"Okay we're here, get off now." I told Yanade, who's been obedient (shocking, I know) the whole time and hasn't wiggled or anything at all. I am shocked.

"Noooo!~" She whined, gripping my clothes "Walking is tiresome..."

Her...b-b...o...o...b...s...! Not again! 

Damn this woman... -///-"

"Oops," I said, dropping her and--in one swift movement--removing her hands from my jacket.

She fell butt first, hands on and hair all over. I gasped.

Too much?

The look she gave me was deadlier than death.

I gulped and tried to avoid contact, telling myself that this was not my fault. Not at all.

I try not to be a pervert and this is what I get?

"You're a dead piece of meat when I'm done with you, Simpson." She whispered the whisper of a devil.

Oh no...the-last-name-insult.

The deadliest of them all. 

"C-c-c-can you calm down for a bit?" I said, nervous as hell.

"Why you--"

I didn't mean to. I swear. It was just instinct.

The moment I saw a movement from the bushes we were "hiding" from, I--as fast as I could--covered Yanade's mouth (cutting her off--which I was scared to do--but did it anyways) and pulled her down so we couldn't be seen.

We were now both kneeling down, ourselves being hidden in the shadows.

But no. Peace and quiet was not acceptable whenever you're with Naomi Watson (Yanade Crystal).

Furious, she removed my hand from her mouth and screamed. "What the hell, ma--?!"

Okay, I know I'm gonna die after whatever-I-was-going-to-do-next--but she was mad already, so no guilt there!

I flicked her head and quickly tied my camouflage-printed handkerchief--which was hanging out from my pocket--around her mouth to shut her up.

God, that sounded wrong.

Moving on...

Her eyes grew wide. "Mhat mhm mhel Mithcii?!"

Translation: What the hell, Itchii?!

Don't ask. 2 years with that woman you could read her like an open book.

"Calm down," I told her, my hands on her shoulder--keeping good and valuable space between us "I saw someone moving. It was reflex okay? But still, I apologize. Sorry."

See? I'm a Gentleman.

She rolled eyes and sighed. "Mhkay. Mhet mhis mhng mhof Mheh."

Translation: Okay. Get this thing off me.

With one pull, the hanky slid off. I caught it with ease and put it back in my pocket.

"We good?" I asked as she breathed heaps of air.

On of her arms on the ground, she gave me a thumbs up.

Oops. Did I tie it that hard?

*Yanade breathing*