Spit it Out
Shrugging deeper into his white 'aku' jacket, Sanosuke Sagara watched his two friends with grudging amusement. This was fast becoming a habit, and an annoying one at that. Although at the moment he didn't have anything better to do than lounge around the Kamiya dojo, watching the two stubborn airheads he called friends… There was only so much of this idiocy he could take.
The tall spiky haired man sighed with annoyance as he watched Kaoru and Kenshin go about their daily routines.
It was infuriating.
Pointless.
Pathetic.
How the hell could two people be so damn stubborn? It was glaringly obvious, even to the casual observer, that they liked each other… And yet they insisted on tiptoeing around, afraid of the others shadow! Not the behaviour he would expect from someone like the Missy or a former hitoriki, for God's sake.
His frustrated thoughts were interrupted as a boy, with spiky black hair, stomped around the corner of the dojo. "Hey Ugly! Have you seen Sano?"
Sano smirked from his hiding place, then crept from the dojo, and lounged in the shade of a tree as though he'd been there the entire time. There was no reason to reveal his new spot.
"Are you blind Yahiko-chan? I'm right here."
"Shut up Rooster-head! And don't call me-" The rest of Yahiko's sentence was cut of in a sharp yelp, as a bokken wielding Kaoru, thumped him on the head.
"That, was for calling me Ugly." She whacked him again. "That was for slacking! Are Kenshin and I the only ones who work around here!?"
'That would be my que to leave,' Sano thought. Smirking slightly, he slunk back to his new hiding spot in the dojo.
A frustrated shout came from outside as Yahiko said something Kaoru… disagreed with. Laughing wildly, Yahiko ducked Kaoru's bokken, and darted away. Yelling, Kaoru dashed after him.
Dodging around fresh laundry, and missing an amused Kenshin by a few millimetres, Yahiko disappeared around the corner of the dojo. Running blindly after the brat, Kaoru wasn't as fortunate, and with a surprised yelp, slammed straight into the unfortunate rurouni. "Ow!"
"Oro!"
They both tumbled to the ground, a pile of tangled limbs, and then froze.
Kaoru lay pinned under Kenshin, her face centimetres from his. Dazed blue eyes looked up into wide violet ones that stared back, seemingly entranced…
Sano wanted to cheer. Fate was finally on his side! It was a classic! He sucked in a breath. It couldn't get more perfect than this! Surely one of them would snap and make a move…
…And then they both blushed and looked away.
GOD DAMMIT!
Kenshin, leapt to his feet, and offered a hand to help Kaoru to her feet. As soon as she was standing again, they both dropped the others hand as though they'd been burned. "T-this one apologises, Miss Kaoru."
"I'm sor-um, I mean it doesn't matter Kensh-um, I mean it wasn't your fau-Mou!"
Sano wanted to hit something. Three years. They'd known each other for three years, and they were still tiptoeing around each other, too stubborn to admit the glaringly obvious.
He couldn't take anymore of this-this stupidity! And he was supposed to be the bird-brain!
Kenshin never saw it coming. One moment, he was trying to apologise to Kaoru and the next, a fist was coming straight for his face. "ORO!"
A swirly-eyed Kenshin, looked up from the ground at a furious Sano…
"YOU STUPID IDIOT! HOW BLOODY THICK ARE YOU!?"
"…Wha-Sano?"
"MORON! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KISS HER OR SOMETHING, NOT BLOODY APOLOGISE!" Kenshin watched bewildered as Sano stormed out of the dojo grounds. A blushing Kaoru stared at his retreating back.
"W-what was that all about?"
A/N: Um, this doesn't really have much of a plot, but anyway…Boredom and inspiration struck at the same time…what can I say?