Prompt: "I just want you to be mine!", requested by MizukixTsukiyomi
Warning: Dark implications

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She was gone again.

It was pathetic, Conner realized, that he had been hanging out in front of her apartment, twisting with his set of keys, thumbing one in particular, for a bit too long. He must have been standing out there for perhaps half an hour now. Defeated he thumped his forehead against the wood of the door, his mind twirling with uncertainties.

He had been there for so long that an elderly woman, an nosy neighbor of hers, popped her head out of a door and asked what in the world was he doing. After Conner gave his vague yet curt answer, the woman took pity on him and asked if there was anything she could do for him. He waved her off, giving a weak chuckle that everything was fine.

Conner supposed he should be fortunate that neighbors were familiar with him considering he came over often. Otherwise they'd call security on him, for being a creeper.

Even they, virtually strangers, didn't miss how he gazed upon her, a little slip of the woman. No one were oblivious to Conner Kent's longings of a Kagome Higurashi. Yet, Kagome Higurashi happened to be completely blinded to his affections.

As of now she was going out on a blind date a friend (of hers, because no one in their shared circles would've a right mind to do that to him) set up for her. It tore at his heart that Kagome felt a need to find her affections elsewhere, with some other men. Hell, even women and everything in between and nothing, weren't any better. Kagome would've accept her significant other regardless what gender they are—that was just the type of person she was.

So, what was wrong with him?

Was there something about him, Conner Kent, that she didn't like?

If she did, then Kagome never said a single word of it and happily shared her time to spend with him. Hell, she gave him her spare key because he was at her apartment more often than he did with his own place. Innocently enough Kagome never thought to wonder why Conner spent so much time at her place—much less sparing a single complaint of his clothes clogging up some space in her tiny home.

Conner wished he hadn't accidentally eavesdropped on Kagome and caught her answers to a curious Artemis all of those weeks ago.

"Soooo do you like Conner or no?"

"Yeah, I like him, why?"

"Just liked him?"

"He's a good friend?"

"Girl, as Karen would've say, you're blinder than a freaking mole."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"…Wow."

Hearing Kagome saying she only liked him as a friend, hurts.

Conner couldn't get over that. He tried, but found himself failing each and every time he saw her face, even in pictures he'd passed by in his apartment, in his phone gallery, and even her voices. They all undone his attempt to push aside his feelings for Kagome, within a single blink.

Deep breaths, Conner, deep breaths. You know this is pathetic. Picking up pieces of his heart from the floor, he stepped back from the door. Knowing he couldn't get anywhere just by standing there at wars with himself, Conner pocketed his keys and straightened his jacket sleeves.

Ignoring the words that swirled in his head from his aching heart Conner pulled away and pushed himself toward the nearest staircase.

Fresh air will do him some good.

He hoped so, anyway.

Cold air nipped at his nose, a rather pleasant sensation but it did little to ease all the hell brewing from his inside. Thin snow crunched from underneath his weight, as Conner left outside. The door thudded dully from behind him, as lights twinkled into his sights, bright against the dark sky.

Eying the sidewalk ahead of him, Conner watched as a gust of white puff left his lips in a sigh to fade into thin air. His mind conjured images again, and shook his head to clear it. He pressed on.

Conner had no idea how long he had been walking, but it was long enough for him to realize that the lights had became brighter and multiplied. His ears ached, beating by noises that streamed out from the lively town square. Huffing Conner had no desire to socialize, much less window shopping.

But, noises did well to keep his mind off the undesired things.

"You're really sweet, thank you."

Or perhaps not—he's hearing her voice now. Great, I'm hallucinating.

"We can do that, would next…Wednesday be okay for our next date?"

That voice is not a hallucination. He stiffened at his feet at this realization, when her words wouldn't make senses to his fantasies. Conner turned his head and zeroed in the direction where her voice was coming from.

Within a blink he was gone, launching high into the sky. With practiced eases Conner left behind no evidence of himself onto the sidewalk. He knew better than to leave craters in his wakes—too much of a hassle to be bothered with some bigshot hero to nag him.

He ignored the biting cold, as he redirected his feet to a roof and allowed his weight to pull him down. Thudding down onto a flat surface, Conner followed the voice and leapt across the buildings in a rush. And a familiar brilliantly lit storefront came in his sight.

It was a particular favorite of Kagome's.

With horror striking his chest, leaving a swelling ball of disgust and hurt, Conner leapt down and darted toward the restaurant. He didn't fucking think. And honestly, he wasn't sure if he cared anymore.

"Would you like a ride home?"

"Sure."

"No, I'll give her a ride home." Conner found himself biting back, startling Kagome and her date just right as they stepped outside—Jesus Christ that guy looked like that high-and-mighty jackass from that one drama television show most of his lady friends liked so much. Bitterly Conner thought the guy looked fair bit sleazy.

And he saw that hand onto places it shouldn't belonged. Take your hand off of her! He wanted to roar at the guy for touching Kagome—holding on a slender shoulder of hers with a grip that told Conner of his lusts. He wanted to rip it straight off from the elbow.

Maybe this once Kagome's usually-excellent sense of judgment failed her, because he didn't like him. At all.

Kagome recoiled at the sight of her teammate and occasional roommate in obvious surprise, "Conner!? Why are you here?" At her shock her date dropped his hand when he stepped back with her.

He was relieved that the bastard wasn't touching her anymore.

If Conner weren't used to lying for his job, he might've stumble out a piss-poor excuse, but instead, a silk-smooth lie slipped from his teeth, "I was in the area, and I was looking for something to eat when I saw you." At Kagome and her date's rising brows, Conner shrugged while shoving his fists into his pockets, "And I forgot I needed to talk to you about something." There was a strange mix of doubt and worries flashing through in Kagome's eyes. He added, "Ya know, work stuff."

It was so hard not to show his unhappiness to Kagome—though the dude who Conner didn't want to know the name of most definitely caught the possessive air he gave off over the tiny woman. At least it was clear to him that Conner did not like him. Good, fewer problems to solve. Conner thought, with some evil glee.

Before Kagome could open her mouth, her date gave a grin, edged with nervousness at Conner's large stature, saluted, "Well, I'll see you Wednesday! We'll text later, okay?" Like a coward he was the bastard scurried off, not giving her a chance to protest.

Kagome slumped at her date's retreating back, "Well, alright," she called back, throwing a small wave, "I'll talk to you later!" Her response was returned with a simple farewell.

Conner huffed, now wondering if he needed to drop his jacket onto Kagome when he saw her shivering from the cold weather. Kagome's jacket was too thin, though it was so to match the red dress she was wearing. She'd catch any eye if she wanted to, with no doubt.

They can look at her all they like, but if he could help it, they would never touch her.

"Alright," Kagome rounded to Conner, with her dark eyes flashing with warnings, "what are you doing here, really?" She crossed her arms, with her hands rubbing on her biceps for warmth, and fixated a glare on the large male.

It was a really cute expression and Conner almost wanted to smile at her. But he fought it off with another shrug, "I heard your voice—saw you with that guy, and I wanted to make sure you're okay." It sounded passable, to him at least.

But with a deadpan look, Kagome didn't believe him. "I told you I was going on a date, Conner. You knew that." She pitched the skin in between her eyes, and sighing, "And I got no alert from work," By work both knew Kagome was referring to Nightwing and Kaldur'ahm, their mission dispatchers, "so it couldn't be about that."

Again Conner shrugged, "I just wanted to check on you." He gestured at a sidewalk, indicting if she would like to walk. For a cold weather it was rather a pleasant night to walk, admiring how the white snow seemingly to have glowed under the dim lights.

"I don't believe you." Kagome returned, "Why did you come here for?"

Biting back a heavy-chested sigh at Kagome's stubbornness, Conner dropped his gesture and thinned his lips at her, "And I just wanted to check on you." He repeated. He didn't miss the eyes on their persons nor were he deaf to their curious murmurings at the scene that Kagome was inevitably creating.

Damn fucking nosy busybodies.

"That's not an excuse." Kagome pouted, shivering at the cold, "Tell me why." She demanded, pulling her jacket tighter.

Conner stiffened under her hard gaze.

He couldn't take it.

He couldn't take her obliviousness anymore.

She didn't even have time to yelp, when Conner snatched in her thighs and pulled her shoulders against his broad chest. The moment she registered what happened and of the tight grips he had on her body, they were in the air and bouncing across the rooftops. "Conner!" Kagome cried out, her head getting hot with her temper firing. She batted hard at his chest, and bit back a wince when the heels of her hand slammed against diamond-hard surface. "What the hell!?"A loud white fog drifted into Conner's ears, before it vanished instantly when he made yet another jump.

Kagome found herself losing her breaths and let out an echoing squall. Ice cold wet sensations burned against her entire skin. She saw white particles of snow flying and twirling into her blurring sight, with the black color of Conner's leather jacket in its corner. A swift jerk from him and they stopped, with iciness framing her entire body.

"What the hell…?" Kagome was dizzy. Did they just do a barrel roll on a freaking snow-capped roof?

Once her sight was righted she found herself staring straight at Conner's face. And she remembered how pissed off she was, "Conner, the fuck?!" Kagome threw herself off from the snow-cushion, scowling at the Superboy for his apparent idiocy.

He could've killed her!

Burning from the inside Conner couldn't push aside his thoughts of just how beautiful she was. He grabbed her wrist, ignoring the insults spewing from her lips, and jerked it backward. Kagome barked out a cry when she landed onto his laps. She wrenched open her eyes when she felt his possessive grips on her hips.

There was no way she could've missed this from Conner this time.

Conner couldn't keep his silence anymore.

"I just want you to be mine!"

She couldn't breathe, with his searing lips stealing hers as shock settled into her stomach and kept her eyes open. Hearing her heart thudding for needed air Conner separated himself from Kagome's parted lips to let her to draw breath, and said so desperately, "Just please be mine."

She wasn't oblivious anymore.