August 23/Trickery/PG-13/Closed

[hara]

Hara felt his body flinch at the question. This kid was started to rub off on him now. And he couldn't just take that. But then Izanagi had called him cute. Jesus Christ, why "I wouldn't fucking blush around you, dork. Maybe I'm sick. Take me somewhere and take care of me."

They were passing by several booths, ignoring most of them as they went on. Their hands were still tangled together and awkward glances were thrown at each other. That is, until the redhead decided to break the silence. "I can pay for myself. I don't need to be pitied like that by a hermit."

That's not what he wanted to say, but he couldn't word it correctly.

[izanagi]

Izanagi blinked a few times and pulled his hand away from Hara's, only to take a step closer to him. The redhead hesitated before reaching up and, moving his bangs out of the way, pressing the back of his hand to Hara's forehead. "You don't feel hot or anything like you're sick," he observed as he spoke to the other teenager, the ginger's face a bit closer to his than usual. He shook his head and dropped his hand, turning away from the other again.

"It's not pity, it's being nice," he corrected with a shrug. Even though it wasn't his best trait, Izanagi was constantly trying to please other people, even if it meant putting them in front of himself, so it wasn't really surprising. "And.. I have an actual name, you know. You don't need to use those stupid insults." He narrowed his eyes at the other for a moment before looking away once more. "Whatever."

[hara]

"I don't think you can tell I'm sick by doing that, hermit." Hara gazed away as he felt Izanagi's hand on his forehead. This faggots face is close than needed... His eyes looked to the right to avoid the gaze of the other male.

Izanagi was nice and he knew that himself. Hara scoffed and asked, "Don't you think I'm nice? I actually give you names instead of nothing all the time. No need to complain, I--... hermit." He kept his head up with confidence-- it was a mistake.

[izanagi]

"It usually works," Izanagi said stubbornly, but gave up on arguing about it. He was pretty sure that Hara wasn't sick. Otherwise, he wouldn't still be here, right? Besides, the redhead was feeling sick himself, but he wasn't sure if 'sick' was the right word for it. His stomach just felt weird, as if he had butterflies, but he had no clue why. The psychic couldn't have been right, so there was no need for them.. or so he thought.

"I don't think you're nice," he disagreed, "and, actually, that's okay. You'd be weird if you were nice." Of course, this was only an assumption, but Izanagi just couldn't see it and.. oddly enough, he wouldn't feel as attracted to comfortable with Hara if he weren't the jerk he was. "But, since you're my girlfriend, you shouldn't call me names anyways."

[hara]

"You little--" Hara initiated before stopping himself. 'So, you like this side of me? The side everyone hates? You're the weirder than me, dude." It was true. Izanagi was probably the first one to have thought his sadistic side was great. Isn't he afraid I'll burn his house down...?

Hara wanted to let go of his hand and push him back down; just like how he first met him. "I thought you said drop the girlfriend thing. Izanagi. Well? How did you like your name rolling off my tongue, Izanagi?"

[izanagi]

"Everyone hates it? Hmm, funny," Izanagi commented sarcastically. Even though he didn't show it, he was actually kind of surprised. Didn't girls go for the whole bad boy thing nowadays? And.. yet.. here was Hara, only having his first kiss taken today and it wasn't even by a girl. Actually, it was pretty funny after all, wasn't it? "But I'm not that weird. I just like to see people for who they are, I guess."

Although, in reality, he hadn't seen Hara for who really was at first because of the f00tballgirlxoxo incident, but.. for some reason, he was kind of over that at this point. He wasn't into that online identity anymore and instead found himself feeling less and less attracted to her and more and more attracted to the actual.. No. That wasn't true. It couldn't be.

"It sounded pretty much the same as it does with any other person," Izanagi lied, but that wasn't true. Something about hearing Hara say his name instead of one of those shitty nicknames was.. something else. He didn't want to try and figure out why that was, though. "Anyways, let's just get something to eat already, okay?"

The redhead had no idea what he wanted, but he knew he would just end up getting junk food or something in the end. "I'm probably just going to get some candy."

[hara]

An nerve twitched in Hara's system. He raised his voice and lost his cool once again. "How the hell is it FUNNY? You're the funny one, bucko. You're gullible, a wimp, and your skin is perfect! You're bound to get eaten by someone. And that someone will be me."

Fuck. I lost it again. Wait... Why was he caring if he loses or cool now? The teen glanced at Izanagi, already piecing together what the psychic had said earlier. "Shit..." he muttered.

The redhead was brutally honest and it made Hara give up on the subject. "Whatever, Izanagi. Your name is too long and I'm thinking of just calling you 'you' now." Hara followed Izanagi's steps-- he hated sweets with a passion, but if that's what his 'boyfriend' wanted, then so be it. "I hate sweets. But I'll just stick around you. I don't need to eat, hermit," he admitted. "And I'm not going to stop calling you that, so deal with it."

[izanagi]

"Nah. I'm pretty sure you won't do anything to me." Somehow, he managed to say that quite confidently, shrugging off the insults like they were nothing, except for the last one. "There's nothing wrong with perfect skin, so.. thank.. you?" By now, he knew not to let the things Hara said effect him anymore.

"Hmm?" he asked, sure that he had heard Hara say something, but it probably wasn't anything important so he just forgot about it and sighed when the other teenager started being rude again. "You can just say Iza, but.. fine." That's right, don't let him get to you.. he thought to himself as he stopped in place once more, turning around to look at Hara in surprise. "How can you hate sweets?! Especially during Halloween season?"

[hara]

"Fine. I'll be sure to do something that will hurt you later on. I don't even care that I'm telling you, dweeb." Hara's eyebrows furrowed. But they soon relaxed when he began thinking of methods to terrify the young boy. All sorts of weapons and treachery-- it was Hara's style.

"Iza," he tested. "Iza, Iza, Iza, Iza."

Now that he had permission to use his nickname, he'll abuse it like no other. "I just hate sweets, all right? I could always eat the granola bars old farts give us. It's not like I'm allergic to sweets-- its just... not me. -- Wait, why the fuck am I even telling you this?" Hara wanted to smack his forehead for letting this little wimpy stranger into his personal comfort zone.

[izanagi]

"If you say so, but you.." he trailed off. Actually, Izanagi didn't know if Hara would feel guilty for hurting him or not and he wasn't sure enough to assume just yet. "Ah, whatever. Do your worst, then, loser." He was kind of used to getting bullied by people at this point and a little more wouldn't bother him at all. In fact, if he didn't get hurt at least twice a week, he knew something was seriously off.

He felt his cheeks flush a little, but he ignored it since he wasn't exactly sure why that had happened anyways. "But that's still kind of odd," Iza commented. He shrugged it off though and kept walking again. "Maybe you might like some candy if you try it.. I mean, I'm sure you haven't had anything." He glanced back at him. "What about other sweet stuff? Like ice cream, and cake..? And.. because.." ..we're friends.. But they weren't exactly, were they? "Because you're my girlfriend," he finished.

[hara]

"Loser?" Hara repeated in surprise. Of course, Hara wasn't one to have expression when he spoke, but... getting a taste of his own medicine-- especially by the loser himself. "Did you just call me loser, loser?" So Hara was right. This was a competition. A competition between an angel and a devil. This guy doesn't stand a chance against me, he grinned.

"Tch. Any king of sweets-- give me them and I'll stick it up your ass." Hara grimaced at the offer of sweets, but soon forgot about his hate for it. "Dude, I thought you told me no more girlfriend business. You can call me boyfriend. You'll be dating me now. What do you think about that?" He smiled his devil smile as he flicked Izanagi's forehead.

[izanagi]

"Oops," Izanagi said. He must have let that insult slip by accident. Maybe Hara was rubbing off on him more than he thought. "Well, you call me names all the time, so why not? Maybe I'll use more than just loser soon enough, too.. virgin." Of course, he was just mocking the other teenager, but hell, it was funny. Normally, Iza acted nice to people even when they were mean to him, but it was different with Hara.. Maybe he was just more comfortable around him.

"No, one day I'll make you eat them," the redhead insisted stubbornly, even though he'd probably just forget about it soon enough. Oh well. "Anyways, you're not going t--..."

What.

His face became red pretty quickly and he swatted Hara's hand away, taking a step back. He didn't say anything in response; what was he supposed to say, after all? He had no clue. Instead he just turned around and kept walking towards the food booth again, avoiding looking at the other.. What did he think? He honestly didn't know how to explain it.

[hara]

Hara had enough. He pulled Izanagi's hand and pushed him onto the floor. Now he was on top of him, trapping him with his forearm against his neck. "I don't think you should get that cocky, virgin. Only I can be the one to take advantage of you. No one else. Got it?"

It wasn't the matter of the name-calling to Hara. He was still strung on how the girl kissed him first. He relaxed himself and got up, dusting only himself while answering the next question. "Then make me eat them right now. I don't even think you can make me do anything, loser."

The teen made an aggravated face towards the redhead as he saw him backing up. Rubbing the swatted hand, he walked up to Izanagi. "Dude, what the hell was that for? If you don't want to date me, just say so. I'm not going to be an ass about it," he explained. Actually, Hara wouldn't know what to think if he said any of the options.

[izanagi]

"Y-you don't own me," Izanagi pointed out, squirming a bit uncomfortably underneath Hara. He was surprised that he had been able to force him on the ground so quickly, but he was more worried about him getting up. "So, no, don't got it. I-I mean, y-you can't just decide things like that."

Once he was up, Iza didn't worry about dusting himself off. He was too distracted by his own thoughts, which were currently jumbling together and making absolutely no sense. He kept trying to sort them out though, but it just didn't work like he wanted it to. "Later." Although, he didn't even know if he would do it then. He wasn't in the mood to consider it at this point.

"I-it's not that I don't want to -- I mean, I don't -- I mean, I don't know if I do -- I mean.. I mean.." What did he mean? "It's not that I don't want to," he repeated finally, "but I can't trust you. You're probably tricking me again, just like always."

[hara]

Hara turned and glared at Izanagi with demon eyes. He felt like telling Izanagi everything since he was so frustrated. It's been a while since he lost control of his emotions that much within one day. "You're my date, Iza. But you went off and kissed that girl when you could've said your date was with you," he sighed. "And that's considered cheating, you dweeb."

"Can't trust me? God damn it, Iza. Did you think everything I've said all day was a lie? My insults obviously weren't." Hara placed his hands in his pocket, making sure the redhead wouldn't try and toy with his hands again. Why is he making me say all of this? He's making me feel weird... this bastard.