Demon Sign
Part 9
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The next day Raksha woke to the sound of yelling outside her door. She pulled on a oversized t-shirt and went to investigate.
"I told you not to touch my swords, you baka!" Wufie roared as he tackled a frightened Duo.
Trowa, Quatre and Heero looked on from their doorways. Trowa looked as unmoved as ever but ready to interviene if the scuffle became too violent. Quatre was chewing worriedly on his lower lip; obviously unhappy with the present situation between his two comrades. Heero, on the other hand, looked mildly amused. A slight smirk tilted the right side of his mouth; making him look even more hansome and attractive to Raksha. The unwanted thought suprised Raksha and she ruthlessly returned her attention to the fight.
"You only said not to touch your bag not anything on the table!" Duo defended himself while fending off Wufie's blows.
Raksha was becoming annoyed and decided to put an end to it in her own way.
"You know..." Raksha said, attracting the attention of the participants of the fight and the spectators. The oversized black t-shirt barely reached just above her knees. The v-neck reached between her breasts, showing a glimpse of cleavage. Her long, thick, wavy, black hair was mussed from sleep and fell over her shoulders. Her right hip and shoulder were leaning against the doorway. Her arms were crossed over her breasts and her head was tilted to the side. She was seemingly unconcerned with her present attire; or lack there of.
Duo, Wufie, and Quatre stared at her with their mouths hanging open. Quatre had a bright blush staining his cheeks when he looked away. Trowa looked mildly suprised but completely masked it in a moment but not before she saw the hunger in his eyes. It made her slightly uneasy but she shook it off. Heero seemed completely unimpressed.
"You know," She repeated now that she had their attention. "There are better ways to settle a disagreement than to beat eachother to a pulp."
Wufie regained his composure first. She had to give him credit.
"Like what, woman?" He said distainfully.
Raksha ignored the rude comment.
"Like, for instance, using your brains instead of your fists. Assuming, of course, that you have any."
Wufie huffed at the subtle insult and muttered something under his breath.
"Did you say something, Wufie? I'm afraid that I didn't quite hear you." She knew full well what he said since she knew how to read lips.
"Nothing. I didn't say anything." He said.
"Well," Raksha said. "If you two are finished behaving like animals I'm going to make myself breakfast. The rest of you are free to join me if you wish. Oh, and Wufie?" She said casually.
"The next time you say anything like that about me under your breath it will be you on the floor begging for mercy, not Duo."
With that said she started walking; her hips swaying seductively as she made her way through the hallway and out of sight into the kitchen.
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When she got into the kitchen Raksha started a pot of coffee for the guys and a cup of tea for herself. She knew the second Heero came into the room. Even though the kitchen was very large it seemed crowded with Heero in it. He seemed to take up much more space then he needed to. It was a while before he spoke.
"Out of all the things I thought you might do to stop the fight you certainly suprised me." He remarked.
Raksha turned to look at him.
"In my experience, using sexual attraction is the only garaunteed way to get a man's attention." She said.
Heero's hard gaze raked her body from head to toe. His perusal made her feel suddenly vunerable. Goose-bumps broke out over her skin and she felt an annoying need to cover herself. Instead, she lifted her chin and stared at him defiantly. Waiting for him to finish.
When he lifted his gaze to her's there was a disturbingly powerful hunger in his eyes. But it was gone so fast that she thought that she must have imagined it.
"You certainly did that." Heero said.
Raksha didn't know how to reply to that.
"Do you want some coffee?" She asked.
Heero nodded.
She poared a mug and reached to hand it to him. When she did their fingers brushed. A bolt of electricity shot through her body and she almost dropped the mug. The unexpected connection obviously hadn't bothered Heero. He deftly caught it before even a drop was spilt.
Raksha ubruptly turned to retrieve her tea and to hide the blush staining her cheeks. She silently cursed herself for her reaction to him and quickly regained control of herself before she turned to face him. But when she turned around he was gone.
Raksha groaned in frustration and settled herself into a chair. The damned man was going to drive her crazy.
Part 9
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The next day Raksha woke to the sound of yelling outside her door. She pulled on a oversized t-shirt and went to investigate.
"I told you not to touch my swords, you baka!" Wufie roared as he tackled a frightened Duo.
Trowa, Quatre and Heero looked on from their doorways. Trowa looked as unmoved as ever but ready to interviene if the scuffle became too violent. Quatre was chewing worriedly on his lower lip; obviously unhappy with the present situation between his two comrades. Heero, on the other hand, looked mildly amused. A slight smirk tilted the right side of his mouth; making him look even more hansome and attractive to Raksha. The unwanted thought suprised Raksha and she ruthlessly returned her attention to the fight.
"You only said not to touch your bag not anything on the table!" Duo defended himself while fending off Wufie's blows.
Raksha was becoming annoyed and decided to put an end to it in her own way.
"You know..." Raksha said, attracting the attention of the participants of the fight and the spectators. The oversized black t-shirt barely reached just above her knees. The v-neck reached between her breasts, showing a glimpse of cleavage. Her long, thick, wavy, black hair was mussed from sleep and fell over her shoulders. Her right hip and shoulder were leaning against the doorway. Her arms were crossed over her breasts and her head was tilted to the side. She was seemingly unconcerned with her present attire; or lack there of.
Duo, Wufie, and Quatre stared at her with their mouths hanging open. Quatre had a bright blush staining his cheeks when he looked away. Trowa looked mildly suprised but completely masked it in a moment but not before she saw the hunger in his eyes. It made her slightly uneasy but she shook it off. Heero seemed completely unimpressed.
"You know," She repeated now that she had their attention. "There are better ways to settle a disagreement than to beat eachother to a pulp."
Wufie regained his composure first. She had to give him credit.
"Like what, woman?" He said distainfully.
Raksha ignored the rude comment.
"Like, for instance, using your brains instead of your fists. Assuming, of course, that you have any."
Wufie huffed at the subtle insult and muttered something under his breath.
"Did you say something, Wufie? I'm afraid that I didn't quite hear you." She knew full well what he said since she knew how to read lips.
"Nothing. I didn't say anything." He said.
"Well," Raksha said. "If you two are finished behaving like animals I'm going to make myself breakfast. The rest of you are free to join me if you wish. Oh, and Wufie?" She said casually.
"The next time you say anything like that about me under your breath it will be you on the floor begging for mercy, not Duo."
With that said she started walking; her hips swaying seductively as she made her way through the hallway and out of sight into the kitchen.
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When she got into the kitchen Raksha started a pot of coffee for the guys and a cup of tea for herself. She knew the second Heero came into the room. Even though the kitchen was very large it seemed crowded with Heero in it. He seemed to take up much more space then he needed to. It was a while before he spoke.
"Out of all the things I thought you might do to stop the fight you certainly suprised me." He remarked.
Raksha turned to look at him.
"In my experience, using sexual attraction is the only garaunteed way to get a man's attention." She said.
Heero's hard gaze raked her body from head to toe. His perusal made her feel suddenly vunerable. Goose-bumps broke out over her skin and she felt an annoying need to cover herself. Instead, she lifted her chin and stared at him defiantly. Waiting for him to finish.
When he lifted his gaze to her's there was a disturbingly powerful hunger in his eyes. But it was gone so fast that she thought that she must have imagined it.
"You certainly did that." Heero said.
Raksha didn't know how to reply to that.
"Do you want some coffee?" She asked.
Heero nodded.
She poared a mug and reached to hand it to him. When she did their fingers brushed. A bolt of electricity shot through her body and she almost dropped the mug. The unexpected connection obviously hadn't bothered Heero. He deftly caught it before even a drop was spilt.
Raksha ubruptly turned to retrieve her tea and to hide the blush staining her cheeks. She silently cursed herself for her reaction to him and quickly regained control of herself before she turned to face him. But when she turned around he was gone.
Raksha groaned in frustration and settled herself into a chair. The damned man was going to drive her crazy.