A/N: Hiya, peeps. Okay, so I got bored... (which happens a lot.) Hence, this was born...
PROLOGUE
Nile was doing great just staring at his feet. He was simply staring at his toes that were now covered with mud and grime, noticing the occasional twitch of his thumb.
Yes, nothing more, nothing less.
The bright carroty locks framed his face, blocking any sight around him, but he knew what was going on. He did not need to see to acknowledge it.
They were standing just where they were when he had left them. A sigh inexplicably escaped his lips and he finally looked up, annoyance and aggravation clouding his tanned features.
"I would recommend you both stop and we have lunch."
No reply.
The dark emerald skirted from one to the other, taking in their contorted snarls, blazing eyes and balled fists that hung loosely at their sides as their mute glaring contest dragged on.
Great…
Her hands had begun to hurt, nails digging into her flesh like scissors. The short cyan locks were sticking to the nape of her neck, coiling around the skin and glued with sweat. Her face was flushed due to the burning caress of the scorching heat or frustration she did not know, as she stomped her way into Kyoya's tent.
"Kyoya!"
"Captain Kyoya," Kyoya calmly corrected her, not bothering to look up from the file in his hands.
"Fu-" She started only to stop short.
He heard her take a deep breath. His lips twisted. Go on, Hasama…
"Captain Kyoya," She spat the title with a disgusted tone and he looked up, a shimmer of amusement flickering in his gaze, "It is fucking─" He raised an eyebrow. "I mean unbearably hot and weird creepy crawlies are infesting my sleeping place. I highly suggest that you reconsider your decision of setting camp here."
"Ah," Kyoya heaved an exaggerated sigh as she continued to fan herself with a flapping movement of her hands. "But Hikaru," he purred as if tasting the word, contended at the visible rigidity that abruptly inhabited her body before carrying on, "I think it would be rather wise to camp here. I am sure a fine and brave woman like you can handle a few . . . bugs."
Kyoya's lips were stretched into a bared smirk as he no longer tried to conceal the pleasure he gained from seeing the rage radiate off her skin in heated waves. The azure orbs shifted to her plump lips as they parted and he patiently waited for a growling torrent of witty insults or protests, but none came. Jabbing her mouth shut, Hikaru turned on her heel, stomping outside with the same fervour she exhibited when she entered.
He leaned back smugly.
Her shrieks and grunts of revulsion and irritation obviously caught his attention as Nile was walking past her tent and curious, he went over, not sure if he should just barge in or converse from where he was.
Deciding distance was better because she would possibly be angry and getting on the nerves of an already furious woman was not in his to-do list, he asked, embracing a firm yet formal tone.
"Hasama? Are you all right?"
A loud string of Es put together to form a yelping screech was the audible response. Standing a bit awkwardly outside, he cocked his head to the side, voicing his concern. "Do you require help?"
The green of his eyes bulged as he hastily took a step back when flailing arms jutted out the entrance slit of the shelter and the next thing he knew was that his breath was knocked out of him as his back hit the ground with an absurd squelch. Releasing a huff, he shook his head to remove the web of cobalt locks all over his face.
"Hasama, what are─"
A whine like noise vibrated deep in her throat as she hurried to untangle herself from him. He slightly shifted, arms and elbows skirting past her sides trying to prop himself up as she pushed her feet, desperate to find a foothold in the slippery mud. With a skid her knees slid back when she had finally managed to gather herself and Hikaru fell down again.
"─you doing─ Argh," Nile choked down a yelp when her elbow pierced him in the stomach, her weight pinning him down again, with a splatter of icky mud on his face.
"I─ I am so sorry. I… wait, yes, don't move."
"You're molesting fellow colleagues too, now, Hasama?"
Her erratic movement suddenly halted and her head jerked up, a low chugging sound reverberating with a faint resemblance to a growl as she sputtered, "I just f-fell!"
"That's not what it looks like." Kyoya pointed out simply.
With a swift hurl, she stood up, pulling her scrunched white blouse down which was now sporting ugly brown sludgy marks. An abhorrent look masked her features as she looked at wet mud and a bit of something else hugging her legs and she almost gagged.
Nile, regaining his composure with a quiet groan, righted himself up.
An apology was uttered from his side and Hikaru looked at him, a faint pink coating her cheeks.
He was always so respectful, always the first to step forward when it came to take the blame. He had propped himself on his hands and was leaning back, little brown droplets of brown covering the conspicuous pattern inking his skin just beneath his eyes. Lifting an arm up, he tried wiping off the dirt, resulting in a smudge all over his cheek accompanied by a frustrated grumble.
She was glad that he, too, was assigned on her team or seriously she would have long ago jumped off a cliff, she thought barely looking at the green haired lad, who was watching them, with an accusing glance.
"No, no. It was my fault. I─ you don't need to apologise."
The soft snicker caught both their attentions and they swivelled their heads to glare at the head of their operation. Kyoya only smirked as his eyes lazily swept from one to the other.
A warning was uttered. "Don't─"
But none of it affected Kyoya and he met her with a scornful chain. "What? It's okay, I completely understand, being here in the wild one─"
"I said, shut up!" Hikaru tried to make him stop.
"─can forget the proper conduct─"
"Tategami."
"─adopted by respectable human beings and gives in─"
"I hardly think this is necessary, Kyoya." Nile muttered.
"─to the usual animalistic urge," Kyoya mocked, adopting an impassive expression, his gaze penetrating through her like an impaling arrow. "Maybe you should work towards a more appreciable apology, eh, Hasama?"
For moments they just stared, the tension as a result of those inane words palpable and silence hanging over their heads with the intensity from the wails from the graves. Nile fidgeted uncomfortably.
Jaw set, Hikaru matched Kyoya's unyielding glower and finally said, "Yes, Captain."
A/N: So... um, this is just a fun test try thing. So, updates will be sporadic... maybe? Depends. I wanted to try something light.
Actually truth be told, I wanna work on Hikaru's character for a story I am planning. So, I think this is my way of getting to know the character better... Yeah.
I hope you liked it.
Reviews are appreciated. :)
