Title: Tales of love
Pairing: Bankotsu, Jakotsu
List and Prompt (# and Theme):Creamy, #A moody
Rating: M
Universe/Genre: Precanon, romance
Warnings: yaoi, with shouta overtones
Author's Note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me.
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Part two: Love hurts…
11. Moody…
Bankotsu found his paramour, staring sullenly at the ground, pouting, with his hands shoved in his sleeves. "I think you lost this…" he said, holding out Jakotsu's katana for him to take.
The cross-dresser looked up at him and said nothing.
"Come on, Sweetness, take it, it's yours."
Jakotsu looked away.
"Fine! Don't take it! In fact, you can just forget it!" the fourteen year old huffed. Dropping the sword at his paramour's feet, he spun neatly on his heel and stalked off.
That got the cross-dresser's attention. Picking up the sword, he sheathed it as he scrambled to his feet. Hurrying after his young lover, he called out, "Wait! Aniki-chan!"
Bankotsu pretended not hear him. He was getting tired of Jakotsu's petty jealousy and moodiness every time he looked twice at a girl or spoke to one. Girls were nice in the fourteen year old's humble opinion and he could not for the life of him figure out why the cross-dresser hated them so much.
Fear lent speed to the older boy's feet and he was soon walking abreast of him. "Aniki-chan…?"
Bankotsu refused to acknowledge his presence.
"I'm sorry! It's a great sword! And it's special to me because you gave it to me!! Aniki-chan?! Look at me!!"
The younger boy suddenly stopped. Jakotsu took several steps, before he also halted, and turning around, he walked over to the fourteen year old.
"I'm sorry, Aniki-chan… I promise I'll never do it again."
Bankotsu stared him sullenly. You can take that promise and shove it up your ass… although, you'd probably enjoy that!
"It was stupid of me…" Jakotsu said forlornly, his eyes welling up with tears.
The younger heaved a long suffering sigh.
"I'm sorry…"
"Fine…" Bankotsu grinned. "You've got more pissy moods than my sisters."
"Yeah?"
"Yup!"
