Prompt: 024 ~ Handcuffs May 2011©
Focus: Maya x Miya
Word Count: 1,322
Focus: Maya x Miya
Word Count: 1,322
“I hate you.”
Miya was glaring across the space inside the gondola of a Ferris wheel at Maya. He was sitting there, sucking on a lollipop and glaring into space in Miya’s general direction.
“I really hate you,” Miya expanded, kicking at Maya’s seat. The chains on her baggy black jeans clinked together at the motion. She gnawed anxiously at the black ring in her lower lip as she puzzled out a way to make her current feelings towards Maya more excruciatingly clear.
“Why me?” Maya demanded, affronted. “This isn’t my fault.”
“Yes, it is.”
Huffing, Maya retorted, “How exactly is this my fault?”
Maya reached up and snatched his lollipop away. In the process, she jerked his hand violently off his knee via the metal chain that linked the cuff secured around his left wrist to the one on her right. Chomping down on the strawberry sweetness of her prize, Miya explained, “If you hadn’t been teasing Aiji about his crush on Haruki he wouldn’t have been pissed off enough to handcuff us together. All he wanted was a quiet day at the amusement park with her and you just had to tease him about it.”
“He’s totally into her though.”
Miya grinned briefly. “Oh yeah, no doubt about it.” The smile was fleeting at best and soon it returned to the scowling expression she’d been directing at Maya for the past half an hour. “Which is exactly why teasing him about it was a stupid idea.”
Maya snorted. Then he snatched back his lollipop and jammed it in his mouth, crossing his arms as he did so. The action caused Miya to fall from her perch and end up sitting awkwardly beside him in the gondola with her arms crossed as well.
The pair huffed in unison and slouched so that their feet were resting on the bench that Miya had been sitting on. Maya grumbled after a moment, “Well how was I supposed to know that the pretty princess had handcuffs in his pocket?”
“I dunno. You’re the one who’s known him forever.”
“That doesn’t mean I know all his weird fetishes.”
“It should have given you warning.”
Maya snorted. “Yeah, because normal people always go around advertising the fact that they keep handcuffs in their pockets. Last time I checked, Aiji wasn’t out of the closet as our own private BDSM hooker.”
“Dude, he’s your BDSM hooker,” Miya retorted. “I’ve only known him a year.”
They lapsed into frustrated silence for all of twenty seconds.
Maya didn’t wait for Miya’s approval before he jumped up as the gondola came into the Ferris Wheel’s docking area. Aiji had shoved them inside while they’d been distracted by their new accessories, and now Maya was dragging Miya off. He yanked her by the arm as he raced to find a food stand, his unhappy companion cursing profusely all the while.
“Maya, you bastard,” Miya shouted when he paused long enough for her to get a good breath for it, “You almost ripped my arm off!”
Sucking on his lollipop without a hint of apology, Maya said, “You’re the one that can’t keep up.”
Miya jerked back on the hand connecting her to Maya, yanking his hand down sharply. It was an action she’d intended to use to drag the lollipop in his grasp along his face, leaving behind a sticky splotch. Unfortunately, she’d yanked a bit too hard on a Maya that was a bit too unsuspecting.
The lollipop fell to the ground.
For a long moment, the pair simply stared in shock and horror at the fallen sweet. The bright pink sphere laying in the dirt held their mortified attention for far longer than any rational person would have seen as acceptable.
Then suddenly, Miya was in furious motion, snatching up the dirty lollipop and following Maya’s directions to the nearest water fountain, determined to save the strawberry snack. After a few minutes, all the dirt, and nearly a third of the sugary solid, had been washed away and Miya gingerly stuck the sweet into her mouth. Both she and Maya gave a sigh of relief when she didn’t spit it back out immediately. It was smaller than before, but it was still just as tasty.
Miya swirled her tongue around it for a long moment, soaking in the sweetness before pulling the lollipop out of her mouth with a quiet pop and holding it out for Maya. It had been in his possession before it had fallen and since she hadn’t actually snatched it away from him, Miya felt that she ought to give it back and give him a fair chance at keeping ahold of it.
Maya took her offer with only a twinge of suspicion as he popped the sweet into his mouth. It tasted no different than any other sweet he’s stolen for Miya’s mouth over the past year and he was satisfied that they’d successfully resuscitated the lollipop. Then he grumbled, “I’m still hungry.”
“Takoyaki!” Miya’s shout was accompanied by her gesture in the direction of a food stand selling the tasty treat. It was one of Miya’s favorite foods, and Maya had no objection to it, so the pair was soon walking around the amusement park with their joined hands supporting their food and their free hands switching between caring for the lollipop and snack away on takoyaki.
Half an hour or so later, Miya wondered, “Do you have any idea how we’re going to get out of these? I mean, Aiji can’t really just leave us like this, can he?”
“Well his phone’s still off,” Maya responded, taking a bite of takoyaki. “And he’s the only one with the key. So unless you’ve got some wire cutters on you, we’re gonna be stuck like this until we can find them. And since Aiji wants to spend today with Haru-chan, he’s not going to make it easy.”
Miya sighed. He was right.
After a moment, she mentioned, “You know, I would have thought that Haruki would have been more your type than Aiji’s.”
“How’d you figure that?”
Miya shrugged, handing over the lollipop to Maya so that she could spend a few minutes snacking. “She’s kind of adorable. Maybe not quite Lolita-cute or anything, but still, she’s cute, like you like. And I wouldn’t have guessed that ‘mr. spohistocated’ would have liked that.”
At this, Maya laughed openly. “That I like the cute ones is just something we say in interviews, it keeps the fans happy. Aiji’s the real sucker for ‘em.”
“Then why doesn’t Aiji say that, since it’s true and all?”
“Aiji’s too much of a sucker for the cute ones,” Maya explained. “He wouldn’t be able to handle the fangirls fawning all over him if they actually knew his type. Besides, he’s pretty much terrified of all the crazy Lolita chicks that throw themselves at me during lives, just pretending they’re cute.”
Miya protested, “I think he could stave them off. He’s not all soft, he’s got aggression in there somewhere. I see it on stage all the time.”
“He’s got aggression, but not in regards to girls. He’s completely useless when it comes to girls,” Maya laughed, twirling the lollipop around in amusement. “He’s plenty aggressive elsewise to make up for how weak he is with girls.”
“He’s certainly got a vindictive side,” Miya commented, glaring down at the handcuffs.
Maya sighed. “It could have been worse, I suppose. He once locked me out of the studio for a week, and all my tracks and notes were in there, even my laptop!”
“Now that’s just cruel,” Miya said with shiver.
“Tell me about it,” Maya agreed. “Yeah, this isn’t all that bad.”
“It’s still your fault.”
“I still hate you.”
Maya shrugged again and Miya sighed. Then she snatched the lollipop away from him and popped it into her mouth with a huff.
This time she was careful to mind the handcuffs.