Yanari's P.O.V.
"Where exactly are we going? Answering me once won't make you bump the car in front of us!"
I blinked at him as I wait for his answer. But he still didn't.
I've been asking him so many times since he drove off but he never respond. =__=
"Heeeyyy!!!"
"Don't yell, we're here." He calmly replied as we've arrived to a grand mansion.
DID I JUST SAY MANSION?! @__@ I know I sounded like Dora here, but I was just surprised. He's so impossible! We're here at Tokyo, and right in front of my eyes is the tremendous Akashi residence. I gaped by the sight as I got out of the car, and I saw him smirk. Tch...
"Noooooo!!! I hate make-ups!!!" I screamed in horror by the sight of two people holding facial crayons (lol yes crayons urgh).
"But Midorima-sama, Seijuro-sama orde--"
"Like I care about your Seijuro-sama's damn orders!!" I stood up from my seat but the other held me down with full force, and I can't budge since my legs are still jelly from swimming. My body is too numb just when I need force to escape from the devil's punishment. Curse this day! -_-
The door creaked slightly open and I heard snipping sound of scissors. "Be a good girl, Yanari." A voice said in a calm and gentle manner before his figure revealed.
I sighed as I saw my evil sensei. "You could've just killed me."
He just chuckled at my statement and signaled the make-up artists to continue doodling my face.
"Behave." He said before closing the door. And they did really started doodling my face again. My precious face. This will be an itchy night. O, my precious face... ;A;
Once the make-up artists and stylists were done playing dress-up, the devil come forth to seduce an innocent-looking green-haired vermin with his smirk; declaring triumph in getting the little evil's heart in front of her, which is unfortunately... me. Oh good heavens! Why did you let such an attractive devil exist?!
"How did you like it?"
My admiration suddenly turned into 'can u not' mood. How am I supposed to like getting played by those beauty-freaks?!
I let out a sigh, letting him know of my current distress. "Do I look like I do?"
He smirked once again. "Heh... You look nice anyway." Then he was about to leave when my vein popped at his sudden compliment. Is he really trying to piss me off?! I'm so tired from my meet and he even dragged me to come with him and get doodled by those damn playful women. I can't afford to keep calm upon hearing lies. I snapped. I throw my heel on him, but it missed. So uncool. =_=
"I know i'm not that pretty, you don't have to whack that in my face sarcastically!"
He stopped walking and faced me, chuckling. What the hell?! This moron--
But then he stopped chuckling and sighed. "I really don't understand girls. You don't give them a compliment, they'd get mad. You compliment them, they'll say you're laying. Or maybe you're just tired?"
Uhh...
"I really am. Baka."
He walked towards me and flicked my forehead. I rubbed the irritated part and look at him with an annoyed face. He faced forward, his sight leaving my eyes and ruffled my hair before walking away. And now i'm hella flustered. What the hell is this??
