Stolen Kisses:
Jealousy
by Kayla Chavi
Rating: PG-13
email: kaylachavi@hotmail.com
website: http://kayla.wishing-blue.net
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This chapter is definitely the product of Ely-chan's inspiration. If it hadn't been for her support and encouragement, then this probably wouldn't have come out for another...oh year or so....*hugs Ely-chan*
Enjoy!
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Jeanne pulled the ribbon out of her hair and sighed quietly. She looked back towards the school and smiled slightly. She had won that night, and Sindbad was the one looking like a fool. Maron sniffed smugly and jumped out of the tree.
Her thoughts stopped when she saw Hijiri-sensei turn to look at her. Her heart nearly stopped when he tilted his head and watched her intently. "Kusakabe-san?" He walked towards her and stopped right in front of her. "I didn't know you were here."
He was too close. Maron found herself looking at the place where his shirt was unbuttoned and opened. She swallowed nervously and looked down. If she looked long enough, she would be able to make out his chest underneath the thin cloth. Hijiri-sensei was a rather attractive man.
It was then that she decided that there should be a law against sexy teachers.
"I was just watching from the tree," she said quietly. "I come to support Miyako in catching Kaitou Jeanne. She's really fanatic about it..." She trailed off when she heard his quiet laughter. "Hijiri-sensei?"
She still didn't look up at him. Even after the letter he had given her from her father, she still felt a little nervous around him. Chiaki's comments were starting to press on her. Now she felt like she was seeing things that didn't exist.
Hijiri-sensei lightly took her chin in his hand. His long fingers pressed lightly against her jaw and throat. Maron breathed in suddenly and swallowed as he tilted her head up to look at him.
"You're trembling, Kusakabe-san. Are you afraid?"
Maron blinked and felt her face heat up. She hoped that it was dark enough to hide her blush. "I'm just cold," she lied.
He smiled as if he could see past the lie. He still hadn't released her face and she found that her heart was pounding. She could hear her blood rushing past her ears. His free hand touched her shoulder for a brief moment before it closed around her upper arm and pulled her a little closer.
She expected to feel a warmth to emanate from him, but instead he was cold. She stumbled slightly and brought her hands up against his chest to catch herself. When she touched him, it was like touching a hard, cool, marble statue. The silk of his red shirt slid easily over his cool skin and bunched in her hands. Maron clenched the fabric beneath her fingers nervously.
The only warmth came from his breath as it lightly caressed her face. Maron swallowed nervously. "Hijiri--" His lips were cold and hard against hers, yet as he kissed her she felt no pain or shock.
He was slow to pull away from her mouth. The kiss had been simple and not very passionate, but it had filled her with a warmth. He leaned down and she thought he might kiss her again, but instead pressed his mouth over her pulse on her neck.
Slowly he released her, smiling at the stunned expression on her face. He brought a finger to his lips, indicating silence. He bowed slightly to her and then turned to walk away.
In the shadows of the trees, another young man glared hatefully at the retreating student teacher. A soft purple light floated near him, but wisely said nothing.
Maron just watched Hijiri-sensei walk away from her. Every part of her shook violently. She closed her eyes and stood still. Suddenly she turned and fled towards the safety of her home. Tears fell from her eyes.
"Chiaki..."
* * *
Maron hadn't been asleep for more than an hour when she heard a crash. She sat up and looked around her room in fear. For a moment she thought that someone was in her apartment.
When the next crash came, she winced. Someone was knocking things over in Chiaki's apartment. She bit her lower lip and then got out of bed. Throwing on a robe and slippers, she went and knocked on his door. For a few minutes, he didn't answer. She knocked again, louder this time, and the door flew open.
Chiaki's angry brown eyes met hers and then immediately softened. "Maron?"
She gave him a small smile and then nervously looked at the ground. "I heard the noise and thought that I should..." she didn't finish her thought, for her eyes widened when she looked past him. "Chiaki, what happened?"
He blinked and then looked to where she was. He blushed faintly and then moved away so she could come in. He watched as her mouth opened in surprise. He had shoved his books off of the bookshelf. His couches weren't where they were originally. Several small trinkets had been smashed on the ground. His pots and pans were strewn over the counters and kitchen floor.
He sighed softly. "I'm rather upset at something," he muttered and ran a hand through his dark blue hair. The sight of her made him smile for the first time after the checkmate. Her dark auburn locks were tousled and her light brown eyes filled with sleep. Her nightgown was just a thin piece of silky material covered by a matching silky robe. He wondered briefly if she knew what a beautiful sight she was.
However, her cutest piece of clothing, were the slippers on her feet.
Maron blinked at the destruction. "What could make you so upset that you would destroy your apartment?"
Chiaki snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. He had no idea how to tell her that he had seen the kiss between her and their teacher. He ran his hand through his hair again and forced himself away from the memory.
"It isn't important, Maron," he finally said at her sharp look. "I'm sorry I woke you up."
She giggled softly. "You probably woke the entire building up," she teased. She bent down and began to carefully pick up the broken pieces of porcelain and glass. "I'll help you pick this up," she offered.
"You don't have to. I'll worry about it later. You should get some sleep." He knelt down next to her and touched the back of her hand to get her to stop. Maron pulled her hand away sharply and then winced as her fingers were cut by the glass.
Chiaki just raised an eyebrow and sighed under his breath. She wanted nothing to do with him now that she had an older man. He nearly growled as his anger returned full force. He watched as tears came to her eyes and she forced a smile.
"Sorry...you..you startled me and I..."
"Here." He took the sharp pieces away from her and set them back on the ground. Standing, he took her hand gently in his and led her over to the sink. "Wash it out, I'll get a band-aid."
He went into his bathroom and got out the first aid kit. He brought it back and found that she was dabbing at the blood on her fingers with a paper towel. In silence he carefully cleaned and put band-aid's on her new wounds.
"Chiaki?"
"Hmm?"
"What..what would you suggest someone do if they were confused by a situation?" Maron looked at their hands intently. She didn't want to look into his face. She couldn't bare to see him reject her in anyway. Even though most of their relationship was quarreling, she didn't want him to find her repulsive.
"Boy problems again?" His tone was skeptical and almost dry.
"Yeah. This time it's someone new." She paused and then forced herself to continue. "He's a lot older than me."
"How much?"
"Six or seven years." Maron knew that her hands were trembling again. She almost pulled them away from his, but didn't want to lose the small comfort she had found in him. "I feel awkward."
"You should. He's too old. And a pervert."
She laughed softly. She should have realized what he would have said. She knew him well enough to guess his reactions.
"You're right." She looked up at him and gave her one of her bright smiles. Chiaki found himself unable to resist the purity in her expression. He returned the smiled and then kissed the tips of her fingers. Maron predictably blushed and looked away.
"Chiaki..." she muttered and pulled her hands away. "I can still help you."
"Naw. I'll worry about it tomorrow. Get some sleep. I'll try for quiet rage next time," he joked.
She nodded and went to his door. She stopped and turned towards him. "Are you okay? I mean...whatever it is that has you this upset--"
"The reason no longer exists," he said quickly. "I'm just being moody."
She looked a little uncertain but accepted his answer. She knew less about teenage boys than he did about teenage girls. Chiaki breathed in deeply and groaned once she had returned to her own apartment. He held his head in his hands as he sunk to the linoleum floor.
"Damn him. Damn it all to hell."
* * *
"Chiaki, are you coming?" Miyako called as she and Maron walked to the classroom door. "We don't have clubs this afternoon, so we're going to go get a milkshake."
Chiaki smiled and waved them off. "I'll meet you there."
Maron gave him an inquisitive look but he brushed it off with a smile. Soon the entire class had left and he was alone with Shikaidou-sensei. The young student teacher raised an eyebrow.
"Is there something I can help you with Nagoya?" he asked as he gathered papers. Chiaki walked towards the front of the class. He glared at the red head hatefully. There was no need to hide his anger and frustration from this man.
"Stay away from her." Chiaki narrowed his eyes when Shikaidou-sensei began to laugh under his breath. His red eyes gleamed and Chiaki felt the stirrings of an otherworldly power.
"Do you seriously think that I am going to be threatened by a sixteen year old boy?"
Chiaki clenched his jaw. "Maron shouldn't be bothered with a pervert," he snapped. "And I can stop you."
"Your pathetic heavenly powers are no match for mine." He began to place papers in his briefcase. He didn't even look at the high school student in front of him. "You are just a child."
"If I am, then so is she. Stay away, sensei." He glared when he received no response. "I know what you are. Where you come from. I can feel it. So can she."
Shikaidou-sensei paused and his red eyes glinted with violet for a brief instant. Finally he looked up and gave his attention to the blue-haired boy. He smiled at the state Chiaki was in. It was obvious that he hadn't slept well the night before and his body was taunt and tense.
He shook his head. "Kusakabe-san is blind. She only sees what she wishes."
"She's an innocent. She's too trusting. Leave. Her. Alone."
Shikaidou-sensei laugh held a hint of mockery. "And are you going to make me, Nagoya? Are you going to tell her who and what you really are?"
Chiaki's silence answered him.
"That's what I thought. Your threats are idle wisps of wind. They mean nothing to me." He lifted the briefcase off of the desk.
"Damn you."
The other man smiled and for a moment looked sad before his smug smile returned. "For that, you are already too late." He swept his coat over his shoulder and walked to the door. "Good luck in your pursuits. I hope she kills you."
Jealousy
by Kayla Chavi
Rating: PG-13
email: kaylachavi@hotmail.com
website: http://kayla.wishing-blue.net
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This chapter is definitely the product of Ely-chan's inspiration. If it hadn't been for her support and encouragement, then this probably wouldn't have come out for another...oh year or so....*hugs Ely-chan*
Enjoy!
* * *
Jeanne pulled the ribbon out of her hair and sighed quietly. She looked back towards the school and smiled slightly. She had won that night, and Sindbad was the one looking like a fool. Maron sniffed smugly and jumped out of the tree.
Her thoughts stopped when she saw Hijiri-sensei turn to look at her. Her heart nearly stopped when he tilted his head and watched her intently. "Kusakabe-san?" He walked towards her and stopped right in front of her. "I didn't know you were here."
He was too close. Maron found herself looking at the place where his shirt was unbuttoned and opened. She swallowed nervously and looked down. If she looked long enough, she would be able to make out his chest underneath the thin cloth. Hijiri-sensei was a rather attractive man.
It was then that she decided that there should be a law against sexy teachers.
"I was just watching from the tree," she said quietly. "I come to support Miyako in catching Kaitou Jeanne. She's really fanatic about it..." She trailed off when she heard his quiet laughter. "Hijiri-sensei?"
She still didn't look up at him. Even after the letter he had given her from her father, she still felt a little nervous around him. Chiaki's comments were starting to press on her. Now she felt like she was seeing things that didn't exist.
Hijiri-sensei lightly took her chin in his hand. His long fingers pressed lightly against her jaw and throat. Maron breathed in suddenly and swallowed as he tilted her head up to look at him.
"You're trembling, Kusakabe-san. Are you afraid?"
Maron blinked and felt her face heat up. She hoped that it was dark enough to hide her blush. "I'm just cold," she lied.
He smiled as if he could see past the lie. He still hadn't released her face and she found that her heart was pounding. She could hear her blood rushing past her ears. His free hand touched her shoulder for a brief moment before it closed around her upper arm and pulled her a little closer.
She expected to feel a warmth to emanate from him, but instead he was cold. She stumbled slightly and brought her hands up against his chest to catch herself. When she touched him, it was like touching a hard, cool, marble statue. The silk of his red shirt slid easily over his cool skin and bunched in her hands. Maron clenched the fabric beneath her fingers nervously.
The only warmth came from his breath as it lightly caressed her face. Maron swallowed nervously. "Hijiri--" His lips were cold and hard against hers, yet as he kissed her she felt no pain or shock.
He was slow to pull away from her mouth. The kiss had been simple and not very passionate, but it had filled her with a warmth. He leaned down and she thought he might kiss her again, but instead pressed his mouth over her pulse on her neck.
Slowly he released her, smiling at the stunned expression on her face. He brought a finger to his lips, indicating silence. He bowed slightly to her and then turned to walk away.
In the shadows of the trees, another young man glared hatefully at the retreating student teacher. A soft purple light floated near him, but wisely said nothing.
Maron just watched Hijiri-sensei walk away from her. Every part of her shook violently. She closed her eyes and stood still. Suddenly she turned and fled towards the safety of her home. Tears fell from her eyes.
"Chiaki..."
* * *
Maron hadn't been asleep for more than an hour when she heard a crash. She sat up and looked around her room in fear. For a moment she thought that someone was in her apartment.
When the next crash came, she winced. Someone was knocking things over in Chiaki's apartment. She bit her lower lip and then got out of bed. Throwing on a robe and slippers, she went and knocked on his door. For a few minutes, he didn't answer. She knocked again, louder this time, and the door flew open.
Chiaki's angry brown eyes met hers and then immediately softened. "Maron?"
She gave him a small smile and then nervously looked at the ground. "I heard the noise and thought that I should..." she didn't finish her thought, for her eyes widened when she looked past him. "Chiaki, what happened?"
He blinked and then looked to where she was. He blushed faintly and then moved away so she could come in. He watched as her mouth opened in surprise. He had shoved his books off of the bookshelf. His couches weren't where they were originally. Several small trinkets had been smashed on the ground. His pots and pans were strewn over the counters and kitchen floor.
He sighed softly. "I'm rather upset at something," he muttered and ran a hand through his dark blue hair. The sight of her made him smile for the first time after the checkmate. Her dark auburn locks were tousled and her light brown eyes filled with sleep. Her nightgown was just a thin piece of silky material covered by a matching silky robe. He wondered briefly if she knew what a beautiful sight she was.
However, her cutest piece of clothing, were the slippers on her feet.
Maron blinked at the destruction. "What could make you so upset that you would destroy your apartment?"
Chiaki snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. He had no idea how to tell her that he had seen the kiss between her and their teacher. He ran his hand through his hair again and forced himself away from the memory.
"It isn't important, Maron," he finally said at her sharp look. "I'm sorry I woke you up."
She giggled softly. "You probably woke the entire building up," she teased. She bent down and began to carefully pick up the broken pieces of porcelain and glass. "I'll help you pick this up," she offered.
"You don't have to. I'll worry about it later. You should get some sleep." He knelt down next to her and touched the back of her hand to get her to stop. Maron pulled her hand away sharply and then winced as her fingers were cut by the glass.
Chiaki just raised an eyebrow and sighed under his breath. She wanted nothing to do with him now that she had an older man. He nearly growled as his anger returned full force. He watched as tears came to her eyes and she forced a smile.
"Sorry...you..you startled me and I..."
"Here." He took the sharp pieces away from her and set them back on the ground. Standing, he took her hand gently in his and led her over to the sink. "Wash it out, I'll get a band-aid."
He went into his bathroom and got out the first aid kit. He brought it back and found that she was dabbing at the blood on her fingers with a paper towel. In silence he carefully cleaned and put band-aid's on her new wounds.
"Chiaki?"
"Hmm?"
"What..what would you suggest someone do if they were confused by a situation?" Maron looked at their hands intently. She didn't want to look into his face. She couldn't bare to see him reject her in anyway. Even though most of their relationship was quarreling, she didn't want him to find her repulsive.
"Boy problems again?" His tone was skeptical and almost dry.
"Yeah. This time it's someone new." She paused and then forced herself to continue. "He's a lot older than me."
"How much?"
"Six or seven years." Maron knew that her hands were trembling again. She almost pulled them away from his, but didn't want to lose the small comfort she had found in him. "I feel awkward."
"You should. He's too old. And a pervert."
She laughed softly. She should have realized what he would have said. She knew him well enough to guess his reactions.
"You're right." She looked up at him and gave her one of her bright smiles. Chiaki found himself unable to resist the purity in her expression. He returned the smiled and then kissed the tips of her fingers. Maron predictably blushed and looked away.
"Chiaki..." she muttered and pulled her hands away. "I can still help you."
"Naw. I'll worry about it tomorrow. Get some sleep. I'll try for quiet rage next time," he joked.
She nodded and went to his door. She stopped and turned towards him. "Are you okay? I mean...whatever it is that has you this upset--"
"The reason no longer exists," he said quickly. "I'm just being moody."
She looked a little uncertain but accepted his answer. She knew less about teenage boys than he did about teenage girls. Chiaki breathed in deeply and groaned once she had returned to her own apartment. He held his head in his hands as he sunk to the linoleum floor.
"Damn him. Damn it all to hell."
* * *
"Chiaki, are you coming?" Miyako called as she and Maron walked to the classroom door. "We don't have clubs this afternoon, so we're going to go get a milkshake."
Chiaki smiled and waved them off. "I'll meet you there."
Maron gave him an inquisitive look but he brushed it off with a smile. Soon the entire class had left and he was alone with Shikaidou-sensei. The young student teacher raised an eyebrow.
"Is there something I can help you with Nagoya?" he asked as he gathered papers. Chiaki walked towards the front of the class. He glared at the red head hatefully. There was no need to hide his anger and frustration from this man.
"Stay away from her." Chiaki narrowed his eyes when Shikaidou-sensei began to laugh under his breath. His red eyes gleamed and Chiaki felt the stirrings of an otherworldly power.
"Do you seriously think that I am going to be threatened by a sixteen year old boy?"
Chiaki clenched his jaw. "Maron shouldn't be bothered with a pervert," he snapped. "And I can stop you."
"Your pathetic heavenly powers are no match for mine." He began to place papers in his briefcase. He didn't even look at the high school student in front of him. "You are just a child."
"If I am, then so is she. Stay away, sensei." He glared when he received no response. "I know what you are. Where you come from. I can feel it. So can she."
Shikaidou-sensei paused and his red eyes glinted with violet for a brief instant. Finally he looked up and gave his attention to the blue-haired boy. He smiled at the state Chiaki was in. It was obvious that he hadn't slept well the night before and his body was taunt and tense.
He shook his head. "Kusakabe-san is blind. She only sees what she wishes."
"She's an innocent. She's too trusting. Leave. Her. Alone."
Shikaidou-sensei laugh held a hint of mockery. "And are you going to make me, Nagoya? Are you going to tell her who and what you really are?"
Chiaki's silence answered him.
"That's what I thought. Your threats are idle wisps of wind. They mean nothing to me." He lifted the briefcase off of the desk.
"Damn you."
The other man smiled and for a moment looked sad before his smug smile returned. "For that, you are already too late." He swept his coat over his shoulder and walked to the door. "Good luck in your pursuits. I hope she kills you."