Title: Out of the Closest
Summary: Now it's Shizuru's turn to have something revealed.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Nothing except maybe some sexual innuendo and kissing.
Pairings: Chuu/Shizuru
AN: This is my second Chuu/Shizuru, but I haven't gotten around to posting the first one. This is also my -third- retype of this since God seems to be determined that I shouldn't write this. Or wants to test how stubborn I can be. ¬.¬'
This is also a slight sequel to 'A Letter between Siblings', and I just might make it the second chapter, I don't know yet.
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Kazuma Kuwabara was what you would assign as an example of a stupid human being. He would beg (excuse me, when do Kuwabara's beg?) to differ, but would most likely either give you a thrashing (if it was within his capabilities, of course) or just ignore the whole thing entirely.
Today, one would have to agree that he was not being logical at all. There he was, ear pressed against the ventilation shaft of his room, eavesdropping on his sister's conversation. She, of course, was the same sister who could easily defeat in him in any battle of wills, wits, and water. (That was an incredibly long story involving an eight year old Shizuru and water balloons.) However, Kazuma was allotted so many days of stupidity, and this seemed to be one of them.
And to think this all had started innocently enough.
~~~
Kazuma was bored. More than bored, it was a "drop-dead to the ground" bored and something a sane human being could only tolerate once or twice a lifetime. Sighing loudly, as was his nature, Kazuma switched off the television and made his way to the back of the house.
And that was when he heard the quiet mumblings of conversation from behind the closed door of his sister's bedroom. Pausing slightly, Kazuma tilted his head to hear what was being said out of earshot.
"...luv, you... quit."
"I can stop anytime I want!"
"It's bad... rots..."
He moved towards his bedroom (his sister was an empath, she would know he was eavesdropping if he lingered too long), a flush spreading across his cheeks. So Chuu was over, and Kazuma knew quite well what his relationship to Shizuru was. The blush deepened to a dark tomato red.
Closing the door, he leaned against the door with a slightly contemplative expression crossing his features. They must have been discussing Shizuru's addiction to cigarettes, especially with how vehemently she was defending it. A slow grin crossed his face, and Kazuma moved to the other side of the room, eyeing the vent above the desk. A feeble plan in place, Kazuma moved as silently as he could.
And that brings us back to Kazuma with his ear against the shaft, having no qualms about listening to Shizuru's conversation. What could he say? He blamed it on boredom...
~~~
The ceiling has cracks in it, Shizuru noticed as she glared up at the wall above her head. And the paint was peeling. So the ceiling had both cracks and was shedding paint. Shizuru continued to glower, mouth twisted into a defiant grimace, and she wiggled a bit in the bonds that were holding her down.
Transferring the glare from the cracks to the arms that were wrapped securely around her, keeping her own arms pined down at her sides. Tilting her head back in an effort to look at the male who kept her body spooned against his.
This was the very same male who was going to die several horrible deaths by fixing the ceiling if he did not let her go this instant. Amused blue eyes met her furious brown eyes, and Chuu could not resist a smirk.
"Hiretsukan!"
"Really Sheila, a lovely lady such as yourself should not use such language."
She sighed heavily, and raised a leg and brought her heel down on Chuu's shin, and Shizuru was only slightly appeased at his grunt. Of course, she knew the kick did not hurt him and that it had been from annoyance, but she couldn't have everything, now could she? Shifting again as she lay against him, Shizuru snarled softly.
"Let me up." The command was spoken softly, and the warning rang clear. He would pay dearly if he continued on this course of action.
"No." Shizuru seethed silently at her lover's simple answer, but what was worse was the clear amusement that rang just as true as her anger.
"Why not?" She knew the answer, but maybe he had an –acceptable- response this time.
"It's bad for you."
"How in the hell is it bad for me? It's just like your drinking!"
"Now luv, those are two totally different addictions. This is just wrong..."
"Do I get on –your- case about drinking?"
"When I come home hanging off Urameshi's shoulder, drunk blind, yes you do."
"Wanker!" She snarled another curse at the man below her, twisting in a vain attempt to be free from his possessive arms.
"Now why would I do that, especially seeing as I have –you-."
Shizuru successfully kept the blush from staining her tanned cheeks, but the fact that Chuu had twisted her own curse at him soothed her anger. However, she could not stop the flood of embarrassment as he continued.
"And I that you liked this position."
Rolling her eyes, Shizuru let the tension slow from her shoulders as she forced herself to relax. "All right, I concede. You win Chuu..."
She arched her back to meet his eyes, noticing a single blue eyebrow raise in silent inquiry. He wasn't stupid, and the amusement was replaced by a wariness that made Shizuru almost smirk.
Pushing at his arms in attempt to roll over and face him (which was no easy feat considering he still did not trust her to try and get away) Shizuru grinned softly. Chuu loosened his grip around her waist, and the elder Kuwabara slowly traced the red horizontal mark on the bridge of his nose with her thumb.
Leaning down, Shizuru gave him a chaste kiss, full of an innocence that neither of them truly knew. Blue met brown as she gave him a small smile, full of the words that could never be spoken.
Laying her head against his broad chest, a smirk replaced the smile as Shizuru heard a low rumble. Who would believe that as humanoid as Chuu was, the blue haired demon could purr? Tangling a hand in the aforementioned mohawk, she lifted her head and pressed another kiss down on his mouth.
This time Chuu was ready, and the demon ran a hand through her brown locks in an effort to bring her body closer to his. Nibbling her lower lip softly, Chuu could not suppress the rise in masculine pride when the tiniest of mewls escaped from the empath's lips.
Pulling away, Shizuru sent him a glare of dark pleasure, and Chuu only smacked his lips in satisfaction. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Shizuru settled for leaning her forehead against his.
Chuu tucked a few errant strands of hair behind one of Shizuru's ears, and Shizuru quirked an eyebrow. His hand continued down the side of her cheek, downward towards her shirt. He pulled at the lapel of her blouse gently to reveal a simple scar adorning her collarbone. Leaning forward to give it a contented lick, the male demon felt her unspoken questioning.
Sighing from the understanding that he wasn't going to tell her, Shizuru just leaned forward to kiss him. Chuu grinned in anticipation. Trailing his nimble fingers up her spine, Chuu felt uneasy as he felt her lips contort into a smirk.
Dancing lithe fingers over his abdomen, Shizuru pulled away and gave him a cheeky grin. And she then socked him in the stomach. Crowing out in triumph because she was free, the female heard the livid curses as she rolled off the bed and darted from the room before the demon could catch her.
Chuu glared at the female as he entered the living room, noting she had settled herself on the couch in a way that would make it impossible for him to move Shizuru without hurting her.
"Tart." He stated crossly, glaring at the remote in her hand. The first strains of music echoed from the television, and he transferred his glare to it. It was a soap opera, an American one at that.
(When Kazuma had always been gone from missions, Shizuru had nothing better to do (meaning she had no one to boss around) but watch the shows from hell. And to make matters worse, she had slowly gotten fixated.)
"They rot yer mind." His accent came out thicker with his anger at her duplicity and at his own idiocy for believing she gave up so easily.
"You always say that but I have yet to see any proof, now shut up or sit down, I think Darla is going to find out Jane is her brother."
Neither of them heard the crash as Kazuma fell off his desk into a twitching heap.
Fin
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¬.¬'
To make a long story short, one of my best friends absolutely loves soap operas, and as she can't stand anime, I can't stand them. And I was thinking it'd be amusing if Shizuru developed a quirk such as this.
I kind of am unhappy with the way this ended, so I may redo the ending. And I also took a –lot- of liberty with this considering I have never been kissed. Nor have I had a boyfriend. '
No pity though, all guys I come in contact with are assholes. Or are creepy stalker types, but that is a story for another time.
Anyhoo, I used several Australian curses and slang because I do believe that is what Chuu's accent is. I couldn't really write out how he spoke, so I just used slang.
Translations/Slang:
Hiretsukan – Bastard
Wanker - one who masturbates; a person who is full of themself, egotistical.
Tart - once meaning 'sweet heart' but now a derogatory word for a woman.
Sheila - girl, woman
For more words:
But as a warning, some are a bit disgusting. And I used one of them. ^.^
Two last things:
Does anyone know how to make italics work with Windows XP? I can't get them to work correctly.
I want to thank these people: Katzztar, Alex, Dokichan, and Nostawen Allesiel. They reviewed the last chap!
Ja!
AN: This is my second Chuu/Shizuru, but I haven't gotten around to posting the first one. This is also my -third- retype of this since God seems to be determined that I shouldn't write this. Or wants to test how stubborn I can be. ¬.¬'
This is also a slight sequel to 'A Letter between Siblings', and I just might make it the second chapter, I don't know yet.
~~~
Kazuma Kuwabara was what you would assign as an example of a stupid human being. He would beg (excuse me, when do Kuwabara's beg?) to differ, but would most likely either give you a thrashing (if it was within his capabilities, of course) or just ignore the whole thing entirely.
Today, one would have to agree that he was not being logical at all. There he was, ear pressed against the ventilation shaft of his room, eavesdropping on his sister's conversation. She, of course, was the same sister who could easily defeat in him in any battle of wills, wits, and water. (That was an incredibly long story involving an eight year old Shizuru and water balloons.) However, Kazuma was allotted so many days of stupidity, and this seemed to be one of them.
And to think this all had started innocently enough.
~~~
Kazuma was bored. More than bored, it was a "drop-dead to the ground" bored and something a sane human being could only tolerate once or twice a lifetime. Sighing loudly, as was his nature, Kazuma switched off the television and made his way to the back of the house.
And that was when he heard the quiet mumblings of conversation from behind the closed door of his sister's bedroom. Pausing slightly, Kazuma tilted his head to hear what was being said out of earshot.
"...luv, you... quit."
"I can stop anytime I want!"
"It's bad... rots..."
He moved towards his bedroom (his sister was an empath, she would know he was eavesdropping if he lingered too long), a flush spreading across his cheeks. So Chuu was over, and Kazuma knew quite well what his relationship to Shizuru was. The blush deepened to a dark tomato red.
Closing the door, he leaned against the door with a slightly contemplative expression crossing his features. They must have been discussing Shizuru's addiction to cigarettes, especially with how vehemently she was defending it. A slow grin crossed his face, and Kazuma moved to the other side of the room, eyeing the vent above the desk. A feeble plan in place, Kazuma moved as silently as he could.
And that brings us back to Kazuma with his ear against the shaft, having no qualms about listening to Shizuru's conversation. What could he say? He blamed it on boredom...
~~~
The ceiling has cracks in it, Shizuru noticed as she glared up at the wall above her head. And the paint was peeling. So the ceiling had both cracks and was shedding paint. Shizuru continued to glower, mouth twisted into a defiant grimace, and she wiggled a bit in the bonds that were holding her down.
Transferring the glare from the cracks to the arms that were wrapped securely around her, keeping her own arms pined down at her sides. Tilting her head back in an effort to look at the male who kept her body spooned against his.
This was the very same male who was going to die several horrible deaths by fixing the ceiling if he did not let her go this instant. Amused blue eyes met her furious brown eyes, and Chuu could not resist a smirk.
"Hiretsukan!"
"Really Sheila, a lovely lady such as yourself should not use such language."
She sighed heavily, and raised a leg and brought her heel down on Chuu's shin, and Shizuru was only slightly appeased at his grunt. Of course, she knew the kick did not hurt him and that it had been from annoyance, but she couldn't have everything, now could she? Shifting again as she lay against him, Shizuru snarled softly.
"Let me up." The command was spoken softly, and the warning rang clear. He would pay dearly if he continued on this course of action.
"No." Shizuru seethed silently at her lover's simple answer, but what was worse was the clear amusement that rang just as true as her anger.
"Why not?" She knew the answer, but maybe he had an –acceptable- response this time.
"It's bad for you."
"How in the hell is it bad for me? It's just like your drinking!"
"Now luv, those are two totally different addictions. This is just wrong..."
"Do I get on –your- case about drinking?"
"When I come home hanging off Urameshi's shoulder, drunk blind, yes you do."
"Wanker!" She snarled another curse at the man below her, twisting in a vain attempt to be free from his possessive arms.
"Now why would I do that, especially seeing as I have –you-."
Shizuru successfully kept the blush from staining her tanned cheeks, but the fact that Chuu had twisted her own curse at him soothed her anger. However, she could not stop the flood of embarrassment as he continued.
"And I that you liked this position."
Rolling her eyes, Shizuru let the tension slow from her shoulders as she forced herself to relax. "All right, I concede. You win Chuu..."
She arched her back to meet his eyes, noticing a single blue eyebrow raise in silent inquiry. He wasn't stupid, and the amusement was replaced by a wariness that made Shizuru almost smirk.
Pushing at his arms in attempt to roll over and face him (which was no easy feat considering he still did not trust her to try and get away) Shizuru grinned softly. Chuu loosened his grip around her waist, and the elder Kuwabara slowly traced the red horizontal mark on the bridge of his nose with her thumb.
Leaning down, Shizuru gave him a chaste kiss, full of an innocence that neither of them truly knew. Blue met brown as she gave him a small smile, full of the words that could never be spoken.
Laying her head against his broad chest, a smirk replaced the smile as Shizuru heard a low rumble. Who would believe that as humanoid as Chuu was, the blue haired demon could purr? Tangling a hand in the aforementioned mohawk, she lifted her head and pressed another kiss down on his mouth.
This time Chuu was ready, and the demon ran a hand through her brown locks in an effort to bring her body closer to his. Nibbling her lower lip softly, Chuu could not suppress the rise in masculine pride when the tiniest of mewls escaped from the empath's lips.
Pulling away, Shizuru sent him a glare of dark pleasure, and Chuu only smacked his lips in satisfaction. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Shizuru settled for leaning her forehead against his.
Chuu tucked a few errant strands of hair behind one of Shizuru's ears, and Shizuru quirked an eyebrow. His hand continued down the side of her cheek, downward towards her shirt. He pulled at the lapel of her blouse gently to reveal a simple scar adorning her collarbone. Leaning forward to give it a contented lick, the male demon felt her unspoken questioning.
Sighing from the understanding that he wasn't going to tell her, Shizuru just leaned forward to kiss him. Chuu grinned in anticipation. Trailing his nimble fingers up her spine, Chuu felt uneasy as he felt her lips contort into a smirk.
Dancing lithe fingers over his abdomen, Shizuru pulled away and gave him a cheeky grin. And she then socked him in the stomach. Crowing out in triumph because she was free, the female heard the livid curses as she rolled off the bed and darted from the room before the demon could catch her.
Chuu glared at the female as he entered the living room, noting she had settled herself on the couch in a way that would make it impossible for him to move Shizuru without hurting her.
"Tart." He stated crossly, glaring at the remote in her hand. The first strains of music echoed from the television, and he transferred his glare to it. It was a soap opera, an American one at that.
(When Kazuma had always been gone from missions, Shizuru had nothing better to do (meaning she had no one to boss around) but watch the shows from hell. And to make matters worse, she had slowly gotten fixated.)
"They rot yer mind." His accent came out thicker with his anger at her duplicity and at his own idiocy for believing she gave up so easily.
"You always say that but I have yet to see any proof, now shut up or sit down, I think Darla is going to find out Jane is her brother."
Neither of them heard the crash as Kazuma fell off his desk into a twitching heap.
Fin
~~~
¬.¬'
To make a long story short, one of my best friends absolutely loves soap operas, and as she can't stand anime, I can't stand them. And I was thinking it'd be amusing if Shizuru developed a quirk such as this.
I kind of am unhappy with the way this ended, so I may redo the ending. And I also took a –lot- of liberty with this considering I have never been kissed. Nor have I had a boyfriend. '
No pity though, all guys I come in contact with are assholes. Or are creepy stalker types, but that is a story for another time.
Anyhoo, I used several Australian curses and slang because I do believe that is what Chuu's accent is. I couldn't really write out how he spoke, so I just used slang.
Translations/Slang:
Hiretsukan – Bastard
Wanker - one who masturbates; a person who is full of themself, egotistical.
Tart - once meaning 'sweet heart' but now a derogatory word for a woman.
Sheila - girl, woman
For more words:
But as a warning, some are a bit disgusting. And I used one of them. ^.^
Two last things:
Does anyone know how to make italics work with Windows XP? I can't get them to work correctly.
I want to thank these people: Katzztar, Alex, Dokichan, and Nostawen Allesiel. They reviewed the last chap!
Ja!