Drabble No. 28 ^.^ Please review, hope you enjoy!

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'Superhero'

"Tell me again," Shinobu spoke, quietly. "You were coming home from the University when you got jumped by three thugs. One had a small knife?"

"Uhuh," Miyagi groaned, rolling his head into the cold flannel Shinobu was pressing just under his cut, bloody hairline. He was lying on the sofa, happily playing 'suffering patient' to Shinobu's 'Strict Nurse'.

"And they just attacked you?" Shinobu asked, squinting as he observed the small, deep cut two inches from Miyagi's ear. He had now washed away all the blood, so it didn't look half as worrying as it had done when Miyagi had stumbled in through the front door, suit jacket and briefcase not present on his person.

Miyagi swallowed and nodded. He winced at the motion of the nod.

"Bastards," Shinobu growled, voice menacingly low. Miyagi tried very hard not to laugh at the attempt Shinobu was making to look threatening. "You're sure you didn't see their faces?"

"No."

"This makes no sense," Shinobu said, suddenly. "When we met again, you had those guys off me in seconds."

"I was defending you, not protecting myself. I suppose... something just drives me faster whenever it involves you..."

Shinobu blinked, hand stiffening around the damp towel so hard that a little bit of water trickled over Miyagi's eye. He absentmindedly dried it with the corner of his t-shirt as he stared blankly into Miyagi's eyes. An adorable blush flushed pink over his cheeks. It was very unlike Miyagi to say something like this...

"Oh..." Shinobu choked out. He took a deep breath...

And then he whacked Miyagi over the head sixteen times with the wet towel, causing a sting after the blows.

"IDIOT! YOU ARE ME! I AM YOU! WHATEVER HITS YOU HITS ME!"

"That makes no sense," Miyagi responded, drolly. He was holding Shinobu's wrist with the ease of a bow around a lock of hair, effortlessly restraining him.

"IT DOES SO!"

"Look, you're shouting isn't really helping with my splitting headache." Miyagi struggled up and unbuttoned his shirt, left shoulder twitching as if from pain. Now shirtless, Miyagi revealed to Shinobu the rainbow of bruises down one side of his rib-cage. Shinobu's eyes widened like a cat's eyes did before it hissed and clouted its opponent. He shoved Miyagi back down on the sofa and pushed himself up, striding towards the bathroom.

"Stay," Shinobu hissed. "I'm going to get some arnica cream to put on those and then I'm calling the police to see if they have any CCTV of-"

"Ahh! No, honestly. That's not necessary, Shinobu."

"What?"

"Can you just leave it?"

"NO! I want those bastards locked up for what they did! Who's to say you're the last victim?"

Miyagi shot up from the sofa and grabbed Shinobu by the shoulders, gazing deeply into his stormy eyes.

"I just want to lie on that sofa and have you pet me. They're honestly not very painful wounds," Miyagi whispered. He lifted one hand to stroke Shinobu's cheek, feeling his skin tingle beneath his knuckles.

"But... that's not right... they could attack again!"

"Oh, for pity's sake! You can't get every bad guy, batboy!"

"Batman!"

Miyagi spluttered out a laugh and ruffled Shinobu's hair, instantly wincing as his bruised skin stretched. They stood like that for a few seconds, Miyagi only in his black trousers and socks and Shinobu trying very hard not to ogle him too much... but it was too damn hard. Miyagi looked like a tenable hunk all the time, so the added appendages of bruises only added to the superhero complex Shinobu held for the man, secretly in his morbid, teenage fantasies.

Shinobu had him back on the sofa in seconds and was straddling him within the minute, their lips locked in a heated grapple for power. His hips gyrated roughly and irregularly, spurred by every subtle action Miyagi played out.

"Shinobu," Miyagi breathed, fingers stroking around the back of Shinobu's ear as his other hand pressed under his t-shirt, on his coccyx. Electricity flickered between them.

"Am I hurting you?" There was a pause after Shinobu asked this- it was a momentary role-switch.

"No... ah!"

"I am."

"Sorry, kid."

"Don't call me kid!" Shinobu warned, finger poised over Miyagi's cut.

"You wouldn't."

Shinobu sighed and hung his head, hands planted on both of Miyagi's pecs. He flicked Miyagi's nose.

"I'll just... rub your feet for you, then."

Miyagi felt a rush shiver through his chest. He leaned up on his elbows for enough time to nip at Shinobu's collarbone. Shinobu gasped reactively, watching Miyagi smirk up at him.

"I would love a foot rub. I'll get you for it tomorrow, I swear. I'll be better by then." He winked for good measure. It worked.

Gingerly, Shinobu moved down Miyagi and sat on the half-free cushion at the end of the sofa. He slid off Miyagi's socks and tenderly began to massage his right foot, starting at the pad just below his big toe- this happened to be a very sensitive spot for Miyagi and earned Shinobu a sharp inhale of breath and a gratified groan. Shinobu smiled, content that he could comfort Miyagi. He looked up at the man's face and saw his head, black hair splayed away from his forehead, rested on the sofa arm. There were happy creases at the corners of his indigo eyes. Shinobu had always abtrusively felt that both their eyes corresponded with one another: his grey eyes were like the clouds above the raging sea of Miyagi's. Apart, they were simply components of a world. Together, they ripped their own little macrocosmic existence into a tempest. It was hauntingly muted, at times; like a silent movie, you could see the passionate storm on screen but not hear it. Then, when THX decided to blow your ears off, you were caught in the tidal wave, body waterboarded into submission.

The attack must have been a huge hit on his ego... it still didn't sit right that Miyagi had simply let these bandits beat him up and take his jacket and briefcase, though...

The Next Day

Shinobu turned his head in annoyance at the cackles coming form behind him in the auditorium. A gaggle of girls were huddled around a mobile phone. Evidently, they were replaying something on their video over and over again.

"Immature kids..." Shinobu muttered to himself, turning back around and scanning over the new kanji in his textbook. He attempted a particuarly hard one of the back of his hand, scratching a little harder as the biro dried out.

Miyagi was at home, on the sofa watching the TV... how he wanted to be there with him...

"Oh my God, this just doesn't get old!" one of the girls squealed. "We should totally put this on YouTube."

"What? No! Devil-sensei would freak if he saw this online."

"It isn't Kamijou I care about! Look at Yōh-sensei!"

Shinobu was up the auditorium steps in less than a second, the mobile in his hands only a milisecond after that. Papers scattered from his speed through the air. He ignored the complaints of the girls, tripping one up as she tried to get her phone back. His eyes were trained on the mobile screen the whole time.

There, before him in brilliant LED, was footage of Kamijou-sensei pummelling Miyagi with his briefcase, heckling something about imprudence and nymphomania.

Three guys with a knife? Pfft. Devil-sensei on a rampage, more like.

"Bastard..." Shinobu scowled, crushing the phone in his hand. "I rubbed your effing feet..."

Yōh Miyagi was met with a barrel of cabbage that afternoon, each cos shot at him like tennis balls through a throwing machine. He was stuck on the sofa for days, forced to eat okonomiyaki for a week, seeing as how he couldn't move to get himself anything else. Without any red pork or dressing, the Japanese style, cabbage pancakes were kindly coined 'okonomiyagi' by Shinobu, seeing as how Miyagi just loved cabbages...


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