Challenge: Papaya #29 - I Wouldn't Miss It
Toppings: Chopped Nuts
Word Count: 456
Summary: Arkadiy finds sleeping in class only nets you an angry cousin...
Notes: I was watching Denpa teki na Kanojo today and suddenly I found this in my head. Erk. Probably the most surreal idea for this story I've ever had: teenage!exchangestudent!Arkadiy and teenage!Kse... Shoot me now.
"Please remove your feet from the desk and sit properly, Exchange Student Olenov." The voice came from just beyond the realms of consciousness, feminine and irate.
Exchange Student Olenov muttered something in Russian beneath his breath; the open textbook draped over his face remained resolutely in place. His only movement was to lace his fingers together over his stomach.
He should have been prepared for the world to suddenly become a much brighter place, he knew, but it still came as a shock. He squinted up against the light at the girl who was now hefting his Japanese language textbook in one hand, an annoyed expression adorning her face. "This is a classroom, not your bedroom, Olenov-san."
"I know," he sighed, draping his arm over his face and ignoring her short hiss of annoyance. "My bed is much more comfortable than this chair."
If his arm hadn't been there, the book would have hit him squarely on the nose. As it was, it nearly knocked him backwards from his precariously-balanced chair and he flailed for a few seconds in a desperate attempt not to fall. "You are so lazy!"
"Class Rep!" he gasped, the front two legs landing on the floor with a loud thud. But from the girl's shocked expression it was obvious the book hadn't come from her. No, the culprit was standing beside her, brown eyes flashing with anger. "Oh. You."
"Yes, me." Kasumi Ksenia Arakawa, half Russian, half Japanese and wholly angry, stood with both hands firmly on her hips and glared down at her wayward cousin. "Are you trying to shame me?!"
"No, but," he grinned up at her, "if I can do that too it's fine by me."
She fixed him with a stare that made him fervently relieved his book was now on the floor behind him. "If you can't behave yourself, it won't be the book I hit you with next." She gave the Class Representative a broad smile, then leaned in towards him and murmured in his native language, "and it won't be your face that I hit you in."
Arkadiy couldn't suppress his laugh as she made to rejoin her friends by the window; she froze as his voice rang out clearly across the classroom, "you know I wouldn't miss it for the world, Kse."
The look she threw over her shoulder as she stalked away promised him pain once the final bell rang. He grinned to himself and leaned back to grab the book from the floor, ignoring the Class Rep. as she shook her head and left him to himself.
Arkadiy wasn't concerned by his cousin's implicit threat; after all, first she had to catch him.