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[[ This was a lot of fun to write. Like... a LOT of fun to write. God, I love writing about Kanda being mean to Hannah. It just amuses me how much she deserves it sometimes. > w < ]]
Once again, that damned magazine is shoved in my face. If any of the superiors knew the Baka no Shoujo was using the Ark to go to Japan in her time to buy fashion magazines... the mental image the thought triggers is amusing, to say the very least.
"Ne, Kanda, nan desu ka?" What's this kanji? is the impression I get of the question she's trying to ask. Her Japanese is pretty broken, but... I can at least understand her words. It's irritating no less. She's not Japanese, dammit, so why won't she stop speaking it to me?
"I'm not telling you what each and every kanji in that trashrag stands for, Baka no Shoujo." I say in English. I glare at her, but she seems undeterred. What the hell is this girl, anyway?
"... Anata wa dono you ni nihongo no sore wo iimasu ka?" How would you say that in Japanese? She's gotten good at that one. God, I wish I could just strangle her until she couldn't talk anymore. Sure, the Order needs Exorcists, but she'd be a million times more useful if she would just shut her mouth. Her voice changes when she speaks Japanese, too. She sounds like a grammar school student with a squeaky voice, to the point where I am tempted to call her Baka no Nezu- Stupid Mouse.
I get up, taking my half-finished bowl of soba with me. "Tch. You've ruined my appetite. Domo arigatou gozaimasu." I regret my words as they leave my mouth. The Japanese sets her off, just like I knew it would, and her doe-eyed look is the dumbest thing I've seen. Reverent grins should be banned in the dining hall.
"Dou itashimashite- chotto matteeeeeee..." No problem- wait a minuteeeeee... she gets up and follows me as I deposit my tray and leave the dining hall, heading for the training floor. I ignore her- usually it works, but she's pretty damn persistent today.
"Demooo... Yuu-kun...!" But... Yuu...!
That does it.
I round on her, pissed beyond all belief. Just how much does this blithering idiot want me to slice her with Mugen?
I simply stare at her, at a loss for sufficient words, before deciding that acting on her idiocy would be the simpler option.
"Yuu-" before she even knows what's going on, I grab her wrist and whirl her over my shoulder, sending her reeling into a wall.
"Aaaaaa! Sono kizu, Yuu-kun!" That hurt, Yuu! she cries as she lays there. I only get more angry.
"Do not call me by that name, Baka no Shoujo!" I turn to walk away.
It's not until I reach the end of the corridor that I hear that mousy voice call after me.
"... Anata wa dono you ni nihongo no sore wo iimasu ka?"
xo indigold · Fri Apr 30, 2010 @ 03:21pm · 0 Comments |
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