White Day
Author: Aki
Focus: Osric/Oroka
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
Author's Notes: Its short. But its done. Blah!
"White Day..." Osric said to himself as he walked to school, "sucks." After one encounter with a girl that day he realized what the rest of the day was going to be like.
Shizuka had been skittering about the apartment, changing her clothes every five seconds, looking to see how her hair was, completely forgetting to make breakfast. In other words, she was obviously a pod person who had taken the place of his spacey friend. He had no idea why she was acting like that until he looked at the calendar.
March 14th.
White Day.
Osric did not want to deal with gaggles of girls acting like pod-Shizuka at school. Considering the school's extremely lax policy on cutting classes, he decided he could still go home right now, call in sick, and huddle in a corner until the whole thing blew over. But then after school Shizuka would come home an interrogate him about why he wasn't at school and then he'd have to say he was sick, lest he receive punishment for his delinquency, and then she would force him to stay home the rest of the week whilst giving him an IV filled with chicken soup.
Osric shook his head to himself and sighed, "No thank you." But whose house could he stay at without the risk of getting cold tablets shoved down his throat. It didn't take him long to think of someone. With that, he headed down the street, away from the school.
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Oroka was lying at home in her bed, sick as a dog. Perhaps even sicker than a dog, considering she had never been well acquainted with any. Either way, Oroka was curled up on her couch with a blanket and a remote, watching television and blowing her nose every once and a while, when she heard a knock on the door.
Grunting, she pushed herself off of the couch and stumbled over to the door. As she opened it, she managed to mumble out, "Whoissit?"
"My, Orca, don't you look striking in your pajamas." Osric greeted her with a grin.
With a glare she slammed the door shut again, only to have Osric jam his foot in at the last second, "What do you want?"
"Only to see your lovely face, dearest. Do you know what day it is?"
"Does it matter to me in some way?" Oroka, resigned to the fact Osric would be in her apartment, slumped back onto the couch.
"March 14." He said, pausing so that his words could take effect, "You know, the day where all those of the female species act as if their brains have been replaced by heart-shaped candy."
"I'm sick." Oroka said, hoping to get him out of the apartment, "So unless you want to catch it, you should probably leave."
"No comment for my witty remark? I'm hurt."
"Shouldn't you be at school?"
"Shouldn't you?"
Oroka's lip twitched in displeasure, "I just told you, I'm sick."
"Well, according to the school, I am too." Osric finally walked into the room and leaned against a wall, "So how about we hang around together so that we can create a horrible disease? What do you say?"
"I say get out of my apartment."
"Orca, you haven't even seen why I'm here."
"To annoy me?"
"No, no, no." The grin he had been wearing throughout the visit had quickly been replaced by a look of sincerity, "I got you something."
"For White Day?"
Osric looked disgusted with himself and turned a very slight red, "Well, I-"
"For White Day."
"You don't have to rub it in." Osric looked off at an unoccupied corner. He walked over to her and held a bouquet of a few roses in front of her, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. It wouldn't have been so embarrassing if he could have made a joke about it, but he was really quite sincere.
Oroka sat still for a moment, apparently looking through the flowers into nothingness. She then sighed a gently took them from Osric's hands, "They're... nice."
"Yeah." Osric said, sitting down and staring at the television.
"Uh... thanks." She stood up, "I guess I should get them some water."
"Yeah." He replied, trying to seem like he didn't care about what she said about them.
"I, uh, mean it. Thanks." She stared awkwardly at the roses for a moment before walking to the kitchen and getting something to put them in.
"You mind if I stay here?"
"It's fine."
"Because I'm more convincing as a sick person, if, you know, I actually get sick. May I roll around on the floor with your diseased blanket?" Tough, embarrassed Osric was replaced once more with his comical self.
"It's mine. You want to get sick, roll around in a pile of my tissues."
"Will do, darling!"
"Shut up."
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