By: Xenos Kadmia
Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice, or any of the characters and scenes mentioned here. I also do not own James Bond.
A/N: This is your author, Xenos Kadmia, giving a friendly shout-out to: gooba, Chimeiteki Ai, -Tsubasaki-, charmix08, aiyen, frikzyon'n'allthatsit, and progressive for their reviews and support. You win a virtual cookie!! Anyway, on with the story.
Misaki checked herself in the mirror, making sure her outfit was fixed, and her hair was where it was supposed to be – on top of her head. It was there.
Tsubasa was supposed to meet her in Central Town in 20 minutes. It wasn't that far, and Misaki wanted to take her time walking.
She was about to walk out the door when she decided to put on a little lip gloss. It was only Tsubasa, but still, she could at least put him under the impression that she cared THAT much.
Besides, she thought, you never know what kind of move he'll make.
Oh yeah…now that's what we're talking about.
She checked herself one more time, then went out the door, locking it on her way out. One never knew when somebody could just break in and steal her stapler.
Softly humming to herself, she set out for Central Town.
Tsubasa was waiting. He knew he told her that he'd meet her there at three, but he came at 2:30, just in case. Just in case of what exactly, he had no idea, but something might've happened, like a chocolate sale, or staplers for 95 off.
He knew how much Misaki liked her staplers.
He looked at his reflection in a store window. He thought he looked okay with his jeans and white polo shirt. He ditched the hat, since it was too warm for it anyway. He noticed people staring at him, then he quickly turned around.
He was looking at himself in the window of a lingerie store.
You could probably imagine mothers covering their children's eyes and many whispering people, with Tsubasa standing there awkwardly.
But no. He was a man of action, sort of. He put on his horny face, which was hella ugly as compared to his normal ugly face, and managed to scare everyone off without saying a word. Even the men.
"Tsubasa Andou! You little pervert."
Misaki was standing there grinning at him. Now here was a guy, she was thinking, who could scare people away from me without even having to lift a finger.
Technically, a finger was all he needed to write on shadows, but his face worked too.
"Hello, Misaki, I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, smiling.
"Neither do I, but put away your face, its scaring people."
"I would if I could, and I probably should, but I can't, so I won't," he replied.
Misaki frowned. "I'm sure if I think about it, that'll eventually make sense."
"Haha, just don't think. Shall we?" Tsubasa offered his arm to her.
The couple walked together, turning heads where ever they went. The men thought about what a lucky fella that guy was, and the women thought about what a lucky woman that girl was. Narumi-sensei, who seemed to be both, happened to be walking by at that moment, and chuckled to himself. He, like the other students and faculty at Gakuen Alice, knew that it was about time that the two of them got together.
The married couple of the Academy looked even more like a married couple now, with Misaki clinging on to Tsubasa's arm. Or, when you think about it, it could be the other way around.
Hotaru Imai was waiting. Waiting to get that perfect shot of the couple lip-locking, or tonsil-hockey-ing, or whatever term you wanted for k-i-s-s-i-n-g. She didn't want to bother them, oh no, that would come later. Like everyone else, she was happy that the couple had finally gotten together.
She just had a different way of showing her affection, which happened to be in the form of rabbits, or cold, hard cash.
Hotaru was waiting behind posts, mailboxes, garbage cans, anything that would hide her small frame and the camera that had caught so many deeds. She was like the female, twelve-year-old version of James Bond, rolling and doing somersaults.
All she needed was the gun. Never mind, she had that too.
"Let's go in here!"
Tsubasa looked at the store Misaki was pointing at. It was a female clothing store, and it looked like if he went in there, he would be the only guy.
The only guy. In a room full of females. Wow, it didn't take that long to tick.
Tsubasa didn't have that train of thought, though. In his mind, he was picturing one of those awkward guys, clumsily following their girlfriends around with no idea as to what to do, while still trying to look cool, calm, and collected about it.
"What do you think of this?" Misaki asked as she held up a shirt.
"Honestly, I think it looks horrible. But since it's you, I think it looks very pretty," Tsubasa replied.
Misaki replaced the shirt on its rack and grabbed the collar of Tsubasa's shirt and pulled him closer.
She whispered in his ear. "If you think this date is going to get people to think we're a couple, you could at least act like it."
Tsubasa paused, partly from what she said, and partly from the fact that she was standing just inches away.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied.
Misaki smiled. Tsubasa swore that if it weren't for her Alice, this girl would definitely be bipolar or something.
"I'll go try something on," Misaki said, "you stay right here."
"Okay," Tsubasa said, if not a little too late, since Misaki had already disappeared around a wall to go to the fitting rooms.
She came out a few moments later in a black dress that fell just above the knees and was a little off-shoulder.
"What do you think?" Misaki asked a little shyly.
"I think it looks really good," Tsubasa replied, after a moment of being speechless from Misaki's resplendence. The dress flattered her curves perfectly and in order not to blush, Tsubasa had turned his face slightly so as to avoid her gaze,
"You don't have to lie, you know, just because I told you to," Misaki said, smiling, but slightly hurt.
Tsubasa's head snapped back at her. "I wasn't lying. You look beautiful in it."
"Then why were you avoiding eye contact?"
"Because…you're too beautiful," Tsubasa said, this time blushing freely, but he had his head down like a kid who ate a cookie when he wasn't supposed to.
Misaki smiled then kissed him on the cheek.
"Are you paying?"
"Doesn't the sentimental value already cover it? I already said you were beautiful, like, what? Twice?" Tsubasa said.
"Haha, you're too funny. I'll be putting it in the check out now," Misaki said.
Tsubasa smiled as he took out his wallet. Even if she didn't ask, he would have paid for it anyway. He was a three star, he's got money.
"Let me carry that," Tsubasa said as the two of them walked out the store. They were going to a restaurant now.
Behind them, their little shadow chuckled. She had taken some pretty steamy pictures. There was one of Misaki pulling Tsubasa closer to her, and another of Misaki in a little black dress.
The couple was just getting cuter and cuter every time.
A/N: Sorry, I'm rushing. I have to try to get one of my stories up by Christmas and it's gonna get really busy. I'm really sleepy now, and remember to comment! Let's see how terrible I do in a sleepy state.