I don't own Angel Sanctuary, this is a fanfic written for the 30kisses community on LJ, where I have claimed Kira/Katou. This was written for theme #21, Violence.
I tried a new writing style for this one, and I'm not sure if I like it. Other people have told me that they do, but I'm not sure. Maybe I'm just not used to it.
"You've got to stop picking fights with people bigger than you."
A dab of a cotton ball, and a hiss.
"Shut up."
"I'm getting tired of taking care of you.
A bottle is knocked over, followed by a scream.
"You fucking bastard! You did that on purpose!"
More hissing, and feet stomping frantically on the ground.
"Did I? My bad. Who was it this time?"
The stomping stops, but the hissing continues quietly for a few moments.
"I don't know. Some punk. He was a fucking pugilist."
The hissing eventually dies down, and the silence is allowed to carry for a moment before another dab of the cotton ball.
"You're not supposed to put that so close to the lips man. Fuck!"
A laugh rises over the cursing. "He really messed you up."
"I could've taken him. I was kind of drunk."
"'Course you were, Katou." The laughter continues for a few moments, then dies. "Seriously though, be careful. I don't want to lose you."
A silence all but screams, and the tension lies heavily upon them both.
"You won't." The uneasy silence continues. "Fuck man, way to make things awkward. Gimme the rubbing alcoho–"
Fingers brush against the lips, cutting the silence-shattering words short, then lips follow those fingers and they can taste the rubbing alcohol and the blood mixed together.
This kiss ends and the silence follows. A different set of fingers rise to those same kissed lips, as if feeling for an answer.
"Fuck, Kira. You won't lose me."