"Squeee!"
"Ooof!"
I grunted, from both pain and surprise, as a mass of something small and furry struck me right in the middle of the chest and sent me flying. I landed on my back, in the middle of the grass, which cushioned my fall just enough to keep me from damaging something. Of course, it didn't help that the small and furry "something" was small, but still almost as large as I was, and ended up sitting on top of me. That was just enough to piss me off, even if being attacked by a flying tackle wouldn't have done the trick.
"Get off!" I shouted, grabbing the offending body with a small flow of power and sending it flying in the nearest direction that wasn't on top of me. I could hear a small, but satisfying, grunt as the other landed, hard, to my right, and then I pushed back against the ground to lever myself back up into a standing position. And then I went to see just who the small, furry person who had sent me to the ground was, not that I had very many doubts as to who it was.
"Hidoi yo..." came the muffled voice, from underneath a pile of clothing and bright blue hair that I assumed hid a body somewhere. Of course, I recognized the hair immediately, even if I couldn't see the face (or any other part of the body for that matter) of the person it belonged to. And so, as he was busy untangling himself from the mess of clothing and hair that hampered him from getting up right away, I positioned myself properly right in front of him and plastered my most frightening scowl (I hope) upon my face in preparation for when he would finally be able to see me again.
"Meanie..." he muttered as he finally got himself into a sitting position and pulled enough hair away from his face to peer up at me, a pair of bright green eyes within the curtain of bright blue hair that still covered most of him.
"What do you mean, meanie?" I asked him.
"You shoved me!" he retorted. He was pouting, even if I couldn't see it under the hair.
"You jumped me!" I shot back, crossing my arms across my chest and glaring at him some more. He didn't seem fazed by the glaring...and instead continued to pout.
"Datte...datte datte datte!" he protested. "You smelled so good!"
And then it was my turn to be surprised again, not that he had taken his turn yet. He'd pounced on me before. I was used to that...far too used to it. But it was usually "just because" or sometimes even simply because he wanted to piss me off again, not that he'd ever admitted it. He'd never given me a reason before, and that caught me more than a little off guard, something that he noticed right away.
Before I knew it, he was springing forward again, right at me. I barely even had time to notice what was happening before he was on top of me again, and starting to tear at my clothing. I started to push him away, but he refused to move, even when I started using power. And that was how I stayed, until he gave a crow of triumph and sat back, leaving me rumpled and disheveled, and looking like I had just been ravished by a rather attentive person, even if that was very much not what had happened, since he would have been quite dead had that been his intent.
"Yatta!" he exclaimed, holding something in his hand.
I stared at him with a less than happy expression on my face, but all he did was hold up the spoils of his attack on my body and smile. It was a bar of chocolate...one that I had been planning on giving him anyway, not that he would ever know that. And then, without saying anything, he unwrapped the bar and stuck it fully in his mouth, still grinning.