A/n: This story's been in my mind for a long time now, so I just wanted to post it. Hotaru may be a little OOC in this. I'm not sure if I'll be able to update some day, but I'll try~!
"Ruka."
Ruka whipped his head to his right, his eyes boring into the amethyst ones of his girlfriend. He could see worry in her eyes, replacing the usual dollar signs. He immediately knew that something was wrong. He wasn't dense, after all.
"What's wrong, Hotaru?" He asked, worry evident in his sapphire orbs.
Hotaru sighed first then looked directly in his eyes. "I'm... getting engaged."
Ruka stared at her, unable to process anything until two seconds after.
"EH!?"
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"I-I--M-My name i-is Nogi Ruka," Ruka said, not believing that he just stuttered. Hotaru inwardly face-palmed.
A tall, brown haired-man with six-packed abs that were hidden beneath his appealing attire smirked at how fast 'the blonde boy'--as he calls Ruka-- became embarassed. He at least expected a guy as tall as him, but with this kind of guy, he's definitely going to win over Hotaru.
Hotaru crossed her arms over her chest, muttering negative things about Ruka under her breath. She sighed. How could he look so miserable? He was terribly failing. He was stuttering and couldn't even talk straight. His shoulders were hunched down and he looked very uncomfotable. He was occasionally tugging down at his sleeves unconsciously. His feet were beside each other and twitched at times.
'He looks like he needs to pee.' Hotaru thought, quietly questioning how he fell in love with the guy.
Hotaru directed her attention to the tanned guy in front of her boyfriend. He looked really handsome, maybe even surpassing Ruka's bestfriend, Natsume. He was obviously enjoying seeing Ruka all flustered up. He was smirking and he looked really handsome. He was wearing a simple sweater, since it's a little cold. His posture was perfect and he had his hands in his jacket pockets. He seemed used to the cold weather, unlike our favorite animal-lover.
Occasionally, the French guy would look toward Hotaru and wink, which greatly aggravated Ruka.
"Je suis Damien Blaise," the French guy finally said, "Je crois que vous devriez arrêter sur mon cher Hotaru, parce que, évidemment, vous ne mettez pas de chance contre moi. Comme vous pouvez voir, je suis français--" [I think you should lay off on my dear Hotaru, because, obviously, you don't stand a chance against me. As you can see, I am French--]
Ruka quickly cut him off, "Je suis la moitié du français." [I'm half French.]
Damien's smirk disappeared and after a few minutes, he spoke, "... Vous n'avez pas toujours de chance contre moi." [You still don't have a chance against me.]
Hotaru suggested, "Why don't we all--Oh, I don't know--go inside?"
Damien smiled at her and said, "You know, I was just going to say that! You read my mind, my dear Hotaru! Like they say, 'Quand vous aimez vraiment quelqu'un, vous savez toujours qu'ils pensent'" [When you truly love someone, you always know what they are thinking]
Hotaru sighed and proceeded to walk inside. Contrary to popular belief, she never liked the cold. She liked being in front of the fireplace reading a good book.
"My Hotaru's house is as beautiful as always~!" Damien praised.
Hotaru wanted to hit him, anything just to stop him from calling her his Hotaru. She didn't belong to him. She belonged to Ruka, who by the way, just sneezed.
Damien held back his laughter at Ruka's idiotic sneeze.
"You call zat a sneeze?" Damien challenged, "I'll show you a sneeze!" And he sneezed really loud.
Then they had a sneezing contest, until Hotaru stopped them both, by shooting them with the BAKA gun.
"That hurt, Hotaru!" Ruka complained, rubbing his head from the impact.
Damien simply smiled. "I will accept anything that comes from my dear~!"
Hotaru glared at them both, letting her actions talk for her, because, as we all know, talking is such a pain. Both of the guys shivered and quieted down.
"So what do we do know?" Ruka asked, getting tired of the silence.
Damien suggested, "Why don't we compete for Hotaru-sama?"
"Okay," Ruka replied.
"Ruka."
Ruka whipped his head to his right, his eyes boring into the amethyst ones of his girlfriend. He could see worry in her eyes, replacing the usual dollar signs. He immediately knew that something was wrong. He wasn't dense, after all.
"What's wrong, Hotaru?" He asked, worry evident in his sapphire orbs.
Hotaru sighed first then looked directly in his eyes. "I'm... getting engaged."
Ruka stared at her, unable to process anything until two seconds after.
"EH!?"
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"I-I--M-My name i-is Nogi Ruka," Ruka said, not believing that he just stuttered. Hotaru inwardly face-palmed.
A tall, brown haired-man with six-packed abs that were hidden beneath his appealing attire smirked at how fast 'the blonde boy'--as he calls Ruka-- became embarassed. He at least expected a guy as tall as him, but with this kind of guy, he's definitely going to win over Hotaru.
Hotaru crossed her arms over her chest, muttering negative things about Ruka under her breath. She sighed. How could he look so miserable? He was terribly failing. He was stuttering and couldn't even talk straight. His shoulders were hunched down and he looked very uncomfotable. He was occasionally tugging down at his sleeves unconsciously. His feet were beside each other and twitched at times.
'He looks like he needs to pee.' Hotaru thought, quietly questioning how he fell in love with the guy.
Hotaru directed her attention to the tanned guy in front of her boyfriend. He looked really handsome, maybe even surpassing Ruka's bestfriend, Natsume. He was obviously enjoying seeing Ruka all flustered up. He was smirking and he looked really handsome. He was wearing a simple sweater, since it's a little cold. His posture was perfect and he had his hands in his jacket pockets. He seemed used to the cold weather, unlike our favorite animal-lover.
Occasionally, the French guy would look toward Hotaru and wink, which greatly aggravated Ruka.
"Je suis Damien Blaise," the French guy finally said, "Je crois que vous devriez arrêter sur mon cher Hotaru, parce que, évidemment, vous ne mettez pas de chance contre moi. Comme vous pouvez voir, je suis français--" [I think you should lay off on my dear Hotaru, because, obviously, you don't stand a chance against me. As you can see, I am French--]
Ruka quickly cut him off, "Je suis la moitié du français." [I'm half French.]
Damien's smirk disappeared and after a few minutes, he spoke, "... Vous n'avez pas toujours de chance contre moi." [You still don't have a chance against me.]
Hotaru suggested, "Why don't we all--Oh, I don't know--go inside?"
Damien smiled at her and said, "You know, I was just going to say that! You read my mind, my dear Hotaru! Like they say, 'Quand vous aimez vraiment quelqu'un, vous savez toujours qu'ils pensent'" [When you truly love someone, you always know what they are thinking]
Hotaru sighed and proceeded to walk inside. Contrary to popular belief, she never liked the cold. She liked being in front of the fireplace reading a good book.
"My Hotaru's house is as beautiful as always~!" Damien praised.
Hotaru wanted to hit him, anything just to stop him from calling her his Hotaru. She didn't belong to him. She belonged to Ruka, who by the way, just sneezed.
Damien held back his laughter at Ruka's idiotic sneeze.
"You call zat a sneeze?" Damien challenged, "I'll show you a sneeze!" And he sneezed really loud.
Then they had a sneezing contest, until Hotaru stopped them both, by shooting them with the BAKA gun.
"That hurt, Hotaru!" Ruka complained, rubbing his head from the impact.
Damien simply smiled. "I will accept anything that comes from my dear~!"
Hotaru glared at them both, letting her actions talk for her, because, as we all know, talking is such a pain. Both of the guys shivered and quieted down.
"So what do we do know?" Ruka asked, getting tired of the silence.
Damien suggested, "Why don't we compete for Hotaru-sama?"
"Okay," Ruka replied.
Round One: Clothing Styles
The three of them went into a men's clothing store and Ruka and Damien picked some clothes and started changing. Hotaru, being Hotaru, sat down and munched on a bag of chips.
Two bags of chips later, Damien was the first to come out. He was wearing a very traditional classic style of clothing from France and Hotaru had to admit, he looked amazing. He smirked and walked toward Hotaru.
"Do you like it?"
Hotaru looked up at him. "It's French clothing."
Damien chuckled. "Of course it is. I am a French man."
After a few seconds, Ruka came out wearing impressive clothes. (I am so sorry! I don't know how to describe stylish clothes xD) He looked very uncomfortable, but still managed to smile at Hotaru.
Hotaru found herself scanning him from his cute tartan hat to his brown boots. Damien frowned at this, looking back and forth between the couple, who were unconsciously radiating a comforting aura.
"So who wins?" Damien asked.
Hotaru looked back and forth from the two.
"Tie."
"What!?"
Round Two: Impression
"Okay! Whoever impresses Hotaru best wins!" Damien proclaimed, proudly," This round will end at six o'clock and Hotaru will pick the winner."
Ruka stayed silent, unsure of what he should do. He looked at Hotaru and saw that she was totally calm. Damien took advantage of Ruka's unsureness and walked toward Hotaru.
"Ne, Hotaru-sama, do you want me to treat you for lunch?" Damien asked, kissing her hand. "That blonde guy can come too if you want."
Hotaru stared at him before sighing and saying, "Fine."
Damien led them to a fancy French restaurant and Ruka gaped at it. He had never seen a restaurant like this. There were few people, but they looked really rich. There were also some well-dressed waiters, a tray with drinks in hand, walking gracefully from one table to another. The background was a fresh dark violet, with black here and there. The tables were wrapped in plum-colored tablecloths and above the, were delicious-looking food. Ruka had to stop himself from drooling every other second. He directed his eyes to the floor and the ceiling. The floor was wrapped in a velvet carpet and it looked beautiful, just like everything else in the restaurant. When you look at the ceiling from inside, it looks like you're looking from below a cylinder.
Ruka directed his attention back at Hotaru. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her violet dress, obviously fitting in with the surroundings. His eyes unconsciously trailed down to her shoes, uncomfortable. He was behind Hotaru and Damien and someone was looking at him like he's a third wheel, unfortunately for him. He trailed behind as Damien proceeded on telling Hotaru about the building and other useless things.
"Ruka." Ruka's head shot up as he heard Hotaru's voice and he saw the couple sitting down on their chairs. He immediately went to follow, mentally scolding himself for being so careless.
"Are you impressed yet?" Damien asked, anxiety in his voice.
Hotaru's answer made his smile dissolve. "Not really."
Ruka felt something tug at his lips and he stopped himself from laughing.
'It really is hard to impress Hotaru Imai. At least he knows now.' Ruka thought, inwardly smirking.
A waiter came and they ordered. Hotaru, being Hotaru and knowing that somebody else will pay for her, ordered a lot. She was impressed when she saw Damien without the down look Ruka would usually have when she ordered this much.
'But this is only the start.' Hotaru thought, planning what hell Damien would go through later, 'Let's just see if he will still like me after that.'
Damien, although not showing it, was frustrated and resisted from checking his wallet every order Hotaru made. He was trying to prevent the sweat from going down his face, refusing to show any type of uneasiness.
'She's worth it. She's worth it.' He kept saying again and again in his head, reminding himself not to scream out loud in protest and run outside.
A/n: That will be for now. :D I've been listening to Songdrops songs recently and I love them. Maybe they're childish for some people, but I still recommend it. Here's one of my favorites.. I don't think I'll be able to update for about two weeks (noooo~~ I want to use the computer~!!!) Thanks to my new follower Mara P. I couldn't send a message for some unknown reason. :(
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Damien led them to a fancy French restaurant and Ruka gaped at it. He had never seen a restaurant like this. There were few people, but they looked really rich. There were also some well-dressed waiters, a tray with drinks in hand, walking gracefully from one table to another. The background was a fresh dark violet, with black here and there. The tables were wrapped in plum-colored tablecloths and above the, were delicious-looking food. Ruka had to stop himself from drooling every other second. He directed his eyes to the floor and the ceiling. The floor was wrapped in a velvet carpet and it looked beautiful, just like everything else in the restaurant. When you look at the ceiling from inside, it looks like you're looking from below a cylinder.
Ruka directed his attention back at Hotaru. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her violet dress, obviously fitting in with the surroundings. His eyes unconsciously trailed down to her shoes, uncomfortable. He was behind Hotaru and Damien and someone was looking at him like he's a third wheel, unfortunately for him. He trailed behind as Damien proceeded on telling Hotaru about the building and other useless things.
"Ruka." Ruka's head shot up as he heard Hotaru's voice and he saw the couple sitting down on their chairs. He immediately went to follow, mentally scolding himself for being so careless.
"Are you impressed yet?" Damien asked, anxiety in his voice.
Hotaru's answer made his smile dissolve. "Not really."
Ruka felt something tug at his lips and he stopped himself from laughing.
'It really is hard to impress Hotaru Imai. At least he knows now.' Ruka thought, inwardly smirking.
A waiter came and they ordered. Hotaru, being Hotaru and knowing that somebody else will pay for her, ordered a lot. She was impressed when she saw Damien without the down look Ruka would usually have when she ordered this much.
'But this is only the start.' Hotaru thought, planning what hell Damien would go through later, 'Let's just see if he will still like me after that.'
Damien, although not showing it, was frustrated and resisted from checking his wallet every order Hotaru made. He was trying to prevent the sweat from going down his face, refusing to show any type of uneasiness.
'She's worth it. She's worth it.' He kept saying again and again in his head, reminding himself not to scream out loud in protest and run outside.
A/n: That will be for now. :D I've been listening to Songdrops songs recently and I love them. Maybe they're childish for some people, but I still recommend it. Here's one of my favorites.. I don't think I'll be able to update for about two weeks (noooo~~ I want to use the computer~!!!) Thanks to my new follower Mara P. I couldn't send a message for some unknown reason. :(
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