Pairing: Awayuki Himeno/Hayate
Theme: #1—look over here
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Kaori Naruse. I claim none, I merely borrow them and take them to yummy shoes sales and put them through the horror of finding the perfect strappy sandal.
Summary: Hello? Anybody home? Would you just listen to me already?!?
It was never a pretty thing when Awayuki Himeno got angry.
Even worse was when her anger was directed at a specific person for a very good reason.
In short, Hayate was screwed.
It wasn’t his fault, he maintained. It was an accident, one hundred percent, indisputably, irrevocably not-on-purpose. So she really shouldn’t be as mad as she was. But his words fell on deaf Tulip Head ears, as she stormed around and breezed past him as though he had magically acquired powers of invisibility…powers that only activated in her presence.
And the other Leafe Knights were no help whatsoever.
“What did you do, anyway?” Goh and Kei both asked. For Himeno to be this angry, it was probably something that they’d be on her side for, anyway. They just wanted to be sure.
“Whatever you did, just swallow your pride and apologize,” Sasame advised, thinking of past experiences with his own beloved. “You’ll be better off in the long run.”
“Hayate’s in the doghouse! Hayate’s in the doghouse!” the younger three Knights cheered and jeered at every possible opportunity. It was their little chant, a sing-song number which usually resulted in the older three Knights chuckling politely behind their hands, and Hayate giving the younger Knights a sound thwap on the head.
It had been two days, and Himeno was giving him the full-blown cold shoulder. Not a word spoken to him, and a blatant refusal to acknowledge his continued existence.
To be frank, it was driving him insane.
“You should really apologize,” Sasame continued to advise. “What did you do, anyway?”
“It was an accident,” Hayate finally retorted. “She’s blowing it all out of proportion.”
“…right. Well, if you’re happy with her not speaking to you, that’s your business,” the Knight of Sound shook his head. “But if I were you, I would be going mad.” There was a pause. “What did you do to her? I’ve never seen her this riled.”
Hayate’s response was a grumble and a particularly questionable hand-gesture towards his old friend. But slowly, begrudgingly, he found himself agreeing that maybe it was time to preserve the peace. And that meant swallowing his pride.
Leafe willing, he wouldn’t choke on it.
There she was. Okay, just had to do this without making an idiot of himself.
Yeah, that would happen when monkeys flew out of his—never mind.
He’d never been good at this sort of thing, and it was really biting him in the—never mind again.
Here she comes… Hayate swallowed hard and stepped out in front of her. “Hey.”
She actually paused. Her eyes scanned over him—he knew she saw him—and then she attempted to sidestep him and continue on her way through the gardens and back towards the house. But she did have the grace to look startled when he moved in front of her to block her path once again.
“Hey, would you just—“ he started, but was again cut off as she tried to move around him. He again slid over to stop her. “Hello? Would you just listen to me already?”
Himeno’s eyes were narrow. She still didn’t say anything…but she did gasp in surprise when Hayate suddenly reached out, snagged her upper arms in a firm grip (though not tight enough to hurt her), and yanked her towards him.
“I’M SORRY, OKAY??” he finally exploded right into her face. Himeno stepped back a few paces, scarlet eyes the size of hubcaps. “SO IF YOU DON’T KNOCK THIS OFF RIGHT NOW, I’LL—I’LL—“ Hayate stammered for a few minutes before he suddenly grabbed and kissed her.
Really, really hard.
When he let her go, she stared at him for a moment with those same huge eyes. Then she opened her mouth…and spoke to him, for the first time in two days. “Apology accepted.”
In the end, it was Himeno who explained to the Leafe Knights what Hayate had done to make her blood boil like that. She seemed surprised that they hadn’t heard about it, really. Especially because Mayune knew, and that usually meant that everyone knew.
“Remember when Daddy asked for help painting his work shed? Well, Hayate had the paint bucket up on a ladder, and he bumped into it at the wrong moment.” She paused and grimaced. “Let’s just say I don’t look good in that particular shade of green.”
PS. Another random little plunnie. Ah, well. Number twenty-five. Five more to go! Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read and review thus far. I hope you’ll all stick with me for the last five stories, as I hope they will be good. Thanks, all—much love!!