Title-- "Ish Love, Yesh?"
Sum-- Gan Ning, himself, doesn't understand how he does it. ( Gan Ning x Ling Tong -- drabble-ish )
Disclaimer-- I don't own Dynasty Warriors or anything... Though one of my fonder memories is of riding the Medusa at Six Flags (grin)!
barely revised – jan04
"How do you put up with him?"
When he's asked that, Gan Ning doesn't know how to reply. How can you answer a question you don't have the answer to? You can't. The fact was...Gan Ning, himself, doesn't understand how he does it.
From the sarcasm...
"I don't think your bells are dorky at all!"
...to the spite directed at him because he killed a certain Ling.
"At least I didn't murder your father..."
Those were two of Tong's greatest weapons against him. And Gan Ning wishes that were the end of it. He really, really does. Instead, he has to keep in mind that if he ever managed to get on the nunchaku-wielder's bad side, he always had to tread gingerly wherever he went, knowing that a harsh prank of vengeance would await him.
At night, Tong insists (when 'insists', truly means 'threatening if request was denied') to sleep in the ex-pirate's bed. A bed meant for only one man and maybe a woman, but not two grown men.
At night, his chest itches because of the mess of hair on the head resting on it, he can barely move because the body attached to that head is pressed up against him and making everything uncomfortably warmer than usual, and he can't get away to the fault of two arms and their insistent grip that protest his escape.
So Gan Ning wonders if he should be pleading for morning to come or happy that the little demon is finally unconscious. He wonders if he'll live through tomorrow and why he doesn't stop the torture. He wonders why Gan Ning of Bells is taking---no, has been taking so much bull from one guy and hasn't put a stop to it yet!
The form beside him stirs and he feels the head on his chest rise slightly to nuzzle against the nook under his chin, hair now making his neck itch. But then, there is a sleepy murmur against his throat.
"Love you, Ning."
No spite. No sarcasm.
Gan Ning finds his arm curling tighter around the waist it held. And somehow, he is able to endure another day.