"Bankotsu you idiot you stepped on my foot!" yelled Sango as she pushed her way passed him and into her house. Bankotsu snorted as he walked in after her.
"I wouldn't have stepped on your foot if you hadn't tried to race me to the front door," growled Bankotsu. It seemed that since Bankotsu told Sango about the engagement they were getting in each others way even more than before. Sango had pouted all day in school while Bankotsu had taken his rage out on the innocent kids who were unfortunate enough to get in his way. When his mom sent him a text message telling him to go to Sango's after school he even started to take some of his anger out on his teachers getting him two weeks of detention.
"I didn't try to race you to the door. This is my house and I'm the one that's supposed to enter first," said Sango. Bankotsu rolled his eyes.
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," he mumbled. She glared at him.
"That's probably because you have no manners," she growled he turned and glared back at her.
"The last time I checked you're supposed to let your guess enter first," he said. She rolled her eyes.
"You're not my guess you're a burden," she said.
"I seriously don't want to fight with you Sango," he said falling on to her couch and grabbing the remote. She placed her hands on her narrow hips, her eyes narrowed.
"But you want to fight with me any other day of the week? You're a joke you know that," she growled. His head snapped to her a scowl on his face, his blue eyes showing his bottled up frustration.
"You're getting on my last nerve Sango. Is it so hard for you to sit down and shut up?" he snapped. She growled and moved in front of him so that she was standing in front of the TV. Her anger was building and there was nothing she wanted to do more that to take it out on him, physically.
"Why don't you make me?" she growled. He stood and towered over her, slightly. She wasn't going to back down from him. If he were to put his hands on her, her father would kill him and she would have the pleasure of watching.
"I'm seriously not in the mood," he growled. She laughed; it was humorless but something about it made Bankotsu want to throw her out the window. He took a step toward her but she didn't step back like how he thought she would have.
"You bully me everyday! I think it's time that it's my turn to torment you," she said poking him in his chest. His eyes narrowed as he watched her poke him. He grabbed her wrist causing her to gasp. She pulled at her arm trying to get it back. He smirked and his eyes flashed.
"Let me go," she growled softly keeping her eyes on his hand. He stepped forward again, closing the gape between them.
"I thought it was your turn? Go head Sango torment me," he said. He had that look on his face. The look that said he had the upper hand and that he was to be the one doing all the tormenting. He smirked as the look of being controlled came to her face. He loved that look. The look that said she was under his control but she was really trying not to be. The look that said she would fight him until the day she died. He bit his lip but it didn't do much to hide the grin coming to his face. She pulled harder on her hand.
"I said let me go," she growled. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him.
"Why don't you make me?" he asked mocking her from before. She let out a frustrated growl as she began hitting her free fist against his chest. He laughed and tightening his arm around her waist he picked her up and turned throwing her onto the couch. She let out a startled scream. He landed on top of her knocking the air from her. She groaned beneath him. She pushed at him as he laughed on top of her.
"I hate you," she growled out kicking and pushing him. He gasped suddenly.
"Watch it! If you would have hit me in the nuts I would have… Jesus," he growled removing himself from her. Her knee had come to close for comfort. She glared at him as she fixed her shirt.
"You deserve it," she growled. He fell next to her on the couch a careless look on his face.
"If I deserve it so much then do it," he said. She glared at him.
"I hate you," she hissed. He turned facing her; he leaned towards her a little bit.
"I've heard that one too many times," he hissed back. She leaned towards him, her glare just as fierce.
"Then your going to hear it a hundred times more," she growled. He fell back and rolled his eyes. It was silent for a moment before the door suddenly opened. Their parents walked in laughing. Bankotsu sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Well ain't you two the most happiest couple on the face of the planet?" he mumbled. His mother glared at him.
"Watch it Bankotsu," she growled. She shifted the bag in her hands and Sango's father took them from her.
"Well since you two can just decide to get married regardless of how we feel I think that I have the right to say and do as I please," he said not evening turning to look at his mother. She walked in front of him and stepped in front of the TV. He sighed and shifted trying to see around her, but she just moved with him until his eyes came up to meet hers. Her hands went to her hips reminding him of Sango. His eyes narrowed into a glare.
"I'm happy Bankotsu! Why can't you stop being selfish and be happy for your mother!?" she growled. He shot up, sitting straight on the couch.
"I'm being selfish!? You're the one who just suddenly decided to get married not caring what that did to me or Sango. I think I have the right to be a little bitter about it! If you want to call it being selfish then fine! But it's not more selfish than you getting married to some one I don't like and on top of that he's the father of the girl I can't stand!" he snapped. Her hands fell from her hips and shook in fist at her sides. He stood and moved to the door.
"Bankotsu get back here and apologize right now," she growled following after him. He was out the door before she could reach him.
"Bankotsu!" she yelled. Sango and her father didn't move during the whole exchange. Sango didn't know that he was that upset about it. It kind of hurt that he didn't like her even a little bit, he didn't even like her father. Mizuho turned to them and Sango was surprised to see tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said. Kouji was quickly at her side.
"It's okay. Teenagers are hard to control these days," he said wrapping his arms around her.
"But the things he said about you," she said. Sango sighed and turned to the TV. Bankotsu had a point though. Them just suddenly deciding that they were going to join the family was going to affect them more than there parents. It might have been better if they actually liked each other.
"He was probably just shocked at the sudden news," he said.
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Sango sat on the couch. It was dark out and Bankotsu still wasn't back. Not like she was worried or anything, she was just wondering where the idiot could be at ten at night. His mother had stayed here, wanting the comfort of her father probably. Sango didn't really want to think about what they were probably doing up there. The thought made her shiver, she was never going to get used to this, to them being together and her living with Bankotsu.
On the bright side she would only have to put up with him for a few years and then she was out of here, she was going to go to a college far away from here. She rested her head back on the couch, her eyes staring up at the ceiling as she thought about it. Life just isn't fair. Why did their parents get to be happy and they had to suffer? There was suddenly a knock on the door making her jump. She stood her heart still racing as she made her way to the door. No doubt it was Bankotsu. His mother said that he probably didn't have his house key on him, meaning he had no where else to come but back here. She opened the door and there he stood.
His hands were in his pockets and his eyes were on the ground. She crossed her arms, refusing to move from in front of the door. She wanted him to say something before she let him in. She wasn't sure what exactly she wanted from him but she wasn't going to just let him in. She saw him roll his eyes, which still didn't move from the ground.
"Are you going to let me in or just stand there?" he mumbled.
"It was uncalled for," she said. He finally looked up at her his blue eyes filled with confusion as his eyebrows narrowed, his lips going down into a frown. She shifted her weight to her left foot and placed her hands on her hips.
"What was uncalled for?" he asked. Now she rolled her eyes.
"What you said about not liking me or my dad…it was uncalled for," she said. His blue eyes were suddenly glaring at her, that cold hard glare that can made any one back down. His glares seemed deadly some times. They would shut her up and some times make her shiver. She didn't understand how he could suddenly make his blue eyes become hard and dark and icy.
"I'm not going to apologize if that's what you want. I won't take back the truth," he mumbled. She placed her hand on the opened door.
"Then I guess you'll be sleeping outside tonight," she said beginning to shut the door, his hand came out suddenly stopping it. He pushed it back open and stepped into the house, closer to her. He stepped again forcing her to step back. His blue eyes stared into hers and she was suddenly intimidated. He stepped forward again and she stepped back her hand dropping from the door. His hand took her place and he shut the door. The sound of it shutting brought her out of the staring contest and she took several steps back and looked away. He snorted and moved to the couch taking his black sweater off; he dropped it to the ground and fell onto the couch. She glared at him and moved in front of the couch.
"I was sitting there," she growled. He kicked his shoes off and made himself comfortable, smirking up at her.
"Don't you have a bedroom or something?" he asked. Her hands went to her hips.
"Seriously Bankotsu, I was watching TV before you came," she said. His smirk widened and he shifted onto his side, his hand slid up his shirt and he gently rubbed his stomach. She kept her eyes on his, trying hard not to watch the movement under his black shirt.
"No you were waiting for me to get home," he said. She gapped at him, her face burning.
"T-that's not true! I couldn't sleep," she said. He sat up some to get the remote at his feet.
"You're a horrible lair," he said a cocky smile coming to his face. Her face became red even more. He leaned back again this time on his back. He flicked through the channels.
"I'm not lying! Why would I wait for you?" she demanded. He shrugged.
"You tell me…you were the one waiting," he said. She stomped her foot and her hands dropped from her hips, turning into fist at her sides as she glared at him.
"I wasn't waiting for you," she growled. He chuckled and his eyes moved from the TV to her.
"You get worked up so easily," he said smiling up at her. She suddenly snatched the remote from his hand.
"I was sitting there," she growled. His smile immediately went down. He sat up and held out his hand.
"Give it back," he mumbled. She laughed.
"No way! I was here first," she growled. He stood and she stepped back holding the controller away from him. He leaned forward his hand outstretched for the electronic. She just pulled it further back and out of his reach. He glared at her and grabbed her other arm, with a tug he pulled her closer to him, reaching for the remote that she was now holding away from her body.
"Stop it!" she demanded.
"Give it here," he growled back. She glared at him and stomped her heel into his foot. He roughly pushed her away as he let out a cry of pain. He fell back on the couch bringing his foot into his hands, using his thumbs to rub the sore spot.
"What was that?" he demanded. She moved behind the couch, flicking the channel back to where she once had it.
"That was me stepping on your foot," she mumbled. He jumped over the couch tackling her to the ground. She let out a shriek of surprise as she was taken to the floor. They both grunted as they landed, Bankotsu on top. Sango pushed him off her as she lifted the remote over her head. He reached for it and she rolled away intending to get up. He pushed her as she was on all fours and she fell back to the ground. She kicked him in his stomach, causing him to let out a grunt.
Grabbing her leg he pulled her under him. She hit at his chest and arms and from how hard she was hitting him Bankotsu knew she really wanted to hurt him. He smirked and straddled her hips, her hand went up and she pushed his face away.
"Get off," she growled. Even though it seemed like they were fighting over the remote Bankotsu knew they were fighting over more. They were fighting just to fight, because he wanted to hurt her and she wanted to hurt him, because they were both frustrated, because what their parents suddenly decided was going to ruin their lives. He finally got her arms pinned the remote no where in sight. He smirked as he leaned over her. He made a sound in his throat as he brought more spit into his mouth, her eyes went wide. Just as the spit slowly began to descend from his mouth she let out a scream. He slurred it back up and did it again; she screamed and turned her head away.
"Bankotsu get off her!" growled his mother as she hit her son's back. He removed himself from the disgusted girl and stood smirking as his eyes landed on the remote slowly making its way under the couch. Sango stood too and made her way to stand next to Mizuho. His mother glared at him.
"What is wrong with you?" she demanded. Bankotsu pointed to Sango.
"She started it," he said. Sango found herself poking her tongue out at him, which he returned. She felt like a kid when she was around him, like he made her act immature. He brought the worst out of her. Mizuho shook her head and looked to Sango.
"He will be sleeping down here honey. Why don't you give him the remote?" she asked. Sango crossed her arms over her chest and looked away.
"Fine," she growled. Mizuho sighed and turned to the stairs.
"Try to keep it down and Sango will you get him some blankets and stuff?" she asked. Sango rolled her eyes but nodded. She was surprised Mizuho didn't say anything to Bankotsu about the way he acted today; it was like he got away with it.
His mother disappeared up the stairs. Bankotsu made his way back to the couch and smirked up at her. She glared at him and went upstairs to get his things. She grabbed a spare pillow and two sheets. Her eyes went to the door of the bed room a crossed from her own. It use to be Kohaku's room until her mother moved out, taking him with her. Now it was kind of a storage room. It was probably going to be Bankotsu's room now. With a depressed sigh she made her way back down stairs.
Bankotsu was leaning forward on the couch his eyes glued to the TV. She didn't know what he was watching and she really didn't care but something about him winning the remote annoyed her. When she pushed the coffee table to the side he looked at her, she glared at him.
"Get up," she mumbled. His eyes narrowed.
"Why?" he asked.
"Do you want me to pull out the bed or not?" she growled. He glared at her but stood and moved out the way. He watched as she took the cushions from the couch and pulled the bed underneath out. She covered it with one sheet and threw the other sheet and pillow on top.
"Happy?" she asked. He looked away.
"Thanks," he mumbled. She would have teased him about it but right now she was finally tired.
"Sure," she mumbled. She moved to the stairs.
"Good night," she sighed.
"Night," he said. Sango looked over her shoulder to see him removing his shirt, she quickly turned back around.
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Sango woke up tired; she had gone to sleep hoping to wake up with some energy. That didn't happen apparently. She stretched and made her way down stairs. She gasped and placed her hand over her racing heart at the sight of Bankotsu. She had forgotten that he was here. He was stretched out on the bed. He was lying from corner to corner, his legs were open while one arm was out and the other was over his eyes.
The sheet was pushed to the side showing off his whole body. He was in nothing but his dark blue boxers, he wasn't even wearing any socks. She let her eyes wonder over his body for a moment, it wouldn't hurt to look. He had the body of an athlete, strong calf muscles and a nice six pack forming. His arms were defined too. Deciding she looked too long she turned back around and took a step up the stairs, she turned again and her eyes landed on the hand that was away from his body, palm up. She smirked.
She went upstairs and returned with a can of her dad's shaving cream, she always wanted to do this to someone and Bankotsu was perfect. She knelt down on the floor next to his open hand. She shook the can before putting some of the white foam into the palm of his hand. She bit her lip to hold back her giggling. She stood and looked around for something to tickle his nose. She went with the corner of the sheet.
She jumped back when the hand over his eyes moved, swatting at the air in front of his nose. His hand fell to the bed next to him, she frowned and tried again. This time the one with the shaving cream moved, but in stead of swatting at his face his hand collided with her cheek. She sat in horror for a moment looking down to Bankotsu. His eyes were still closed but he had a huge grin on his face.
"You're so stupid," he laughed opening his eyes to look at her. She pushed his hand away and glared at him. Taking some of the shaving cream from her face she slapped his chest. He grunted and placed his hand on his stinging chest. She stood and hit him again just for ruining her fun. Now his chest had two hand prints beginning to form along with white shaving cream.
"What did I do?" he demanded wiping the cream from his chest.
"You slept here," she mumbled. He grabbed her wrist before she could walk away.
"You're so mean," he mumbled sitting up and throwing his feet over the bed to rest on the floor. She gasped as he forced her over his knees.
"Bankotsu don't," she growled struggling to get off him. He just forced her back down, his arm going a crossed her back to keep her in place. His hand rose.
"I think you should be punished," he sighed bringing his hand down. She cried out in pain as his hand placed a stinging blow on her butt.
"Stop it!" she growled kicking her feet.
"What did you think you were doing waking me up that way?" he asked.
SLAP!
"Oww Bankotsu stop it!" she yelled hitting at his legs.
"It was rude Sango," he sighed.
SLAP!
"You're hurting me!" she yelled.
"That's the point,"
SLAP!
"Oww!"
SLAP!
"Mizuho!"
"She left this morning to run some errands,"
SLAP!
"Daddy!"
"He went to the car shop when my mom left,"
SLAP!
"B-Bankotsu!" she whimpered. Her butt hurt so bad that she was sure she wouldn't be able to sit for days. She closed her eyes prepared for the next stinging blow. Bankotsu's hand stopped mid swing, he looked down at her. Although her eyes were closed it didn't stop him from seeing the tears in the corners of her eyes.
"It doesn't hurt that bad," he mumbled.
"You're hitting me really hard," she whined glaring up at him. He sighed and placed his hand on her stinging behind. She gasped and blushed, her eyes going wide as he rubbed her butt in gentle circles. She pushed off him.
"PERVERT!" she screamed bringing her hand high into the air and down towards his face.
SLAP!
They are so immature… I'm so bad at this whole updating thing. I'll try to get my other stories up here soon. Sorry for the wait guys…girls…you know what I mean. This chapter goes out to everyone that reviewed, I loved your reviews so thanks!
