A Get Backers fanfiction
Get Backers belongs to Rando Ayamine and Yuya Aoki
Everyone, occasionally in his life, some more than others, has felt the insatiable itch to do something marginally unacceptable. Sometimes one fought with it. But more often than not, one succumbed to it. Besides, when faced with negligence, itches had the tendency to become larger and larger in magnitude till they were impossible to ignore. Also, the sadistically innocent way the cause of such itches just always seemed to be staring you in the face wherever you turned, like Hevn's boobs were doing now, as though taunting one to just try something, did not help matters much. Of course, the relative size of them in comparison to the none-too-big café was a large contributing factor to the escalating irritation in his hands.
What else was there to do but follow the only natural and viable course of action?
The beautiful thing about forbidden fruits was that as much as one relished the possibility of getting away with it, one did not really mind even if he did get punished, since he knew he deserved it. Besides, the goal had been achieved, so the consequences could just be seen as a mode of payment for the disservice. Such was Ban's thought as he sailed through the air from Hevn's punch.
Despite the dakkanya's precise judgment that always allowed him to put his goals above petty emotions, he was still a stubborn nineteen-year-old upstart. There were still things he indulged in for no other reason than to relieve a particular itch. Such as the mischief he just committed, the random pack of cigarettes (there was no way the Great-Mido-Ban-Sama could be addicted), imparting hentai stuff to Natsumi and engaging in pointless (there he admitted it) squabbles with Shido.
It was not to say that such activities were essential. In fact they formed the less antagonistic variety of his itches. His logic was that rather than having bits of frustration bottle up and erupt during inconvenient times, it would be much healthier to give in to one or two urges.
However, he gave some of the more persistent of his itches the cold shoulder. Especially if it was in a hard to reach spot on his back. It would be rather stupid to risk a muscle tear just to rid himself of a slight discomfort. Inconsequential things were safe to pamper oneself with. But he would never do anything that might come back to haunt him later.
Though he was often close to doing something about it, and he knew the other was definitely a willing party should he suggest anything, there were just some things he would rather not complicate. Innocence and naivety were qualities he valued above all else, despite appearances. Hence, he would not be the one to destroy them.
A/N: Yup that was my first GB fic.. It's really short but i don't reallyknow how to write anything long.. The pairing is sorta left in the open for you to decide so you can put anything that comes to mind in.. ConCrit please..