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~*// blahblah //*~ -- means flashbacks
blahblahblahblah – thoughts between Ban and Akabane
Part 2
Stupid back alley murderer.
I sigh in annoyance as I side step his clumsy attack, carving my initials into the nape of his neck while he stumbles on his own two feet.
There was no grace in his lunge, no hidden meaning that I could not decipher, no thought that surprised me at all. It almost makes me want to go back to Infinity City and look for Kagami so that I could have some fun cutting up that body of his.
But only almost. I still have important things that keep me from going back.
The body of my attacker falls dully to the ground, his shaved head hitting the sharp edge of a wooden crate in its descent. That's going to be messy, I think as I slip past, but I continue walking down the alley as if nothing important had happened.
Erase that last thought. Nothing important had happened. I just did the world a favor by disposing of a fool who was absolutely useless to today's current society.
All part of my job, if you ask me.
But speaking of fools…
I turn left as I step out of the alleyway and find myself standing at the sidewalk opposite a very familiar establishment. The clang of falling silverware and the cacophony of undistinguishable shouting erupts from the door of the restaurant known as the "Honky Tonk", earning it a lot of surprised stares and whispered comments. I smile in amusement as I make my way towards the said building, thinking to myself that he and his friend Ginji were the ones most surely causing all the trouble.
Who else would have the nerve to make so much noise at 10:54 in the morning?
My assumptions are proven correct when sparks of electric currents flare from the inside of the shop and when moments later, every electric light on the street starts to flicker sporadically.
Yes. It is definitely those two.
I rest the base of my palm on the polished surface of the wooden door and push lightly, vainly trying to shorten the smirk that creeps into my face every time I know I am about to do something that is going to make Mido Ban bristle with annoyance.
You can't blame me really, he's just too amusing for words, especially when he's trying to make me abide by certain rules which from the beginning I have no intention of following. He should know by now that I get a perverted sort of pleasure just by watching him get aggravated over the things I naturally do. Whether because this frustration stems from me being the "arrogant sonofabitch" that he likes to call me or whether because I tend to tease him a lot during sex is beside the point.
The point is that I like seeing him exasperated and I think subconsciously, he knows that I will never obey to whatever inane set of laws he tries to enforce upon me. He is just clinging to the vain hope that I might actually listen to him someday.
Let him. He'll soon realize how utterly useless it is anyway.
The bell on top rings a tad too merrily for my taste as I enter, but I don't let this slight annoyance get to me. I was in too much of a good mood to care.
"Go get the door, you idiot!"
"But Ban-chan! I got it the last time! It's your turn!"
"Shut up you electric eel and serve the custo—"The sentence dies out the moment he realizes just who it was that came through the door. Seven pairs of eyes regard me with either surprise, apprehension, baffled confusion, or in Mido's case, downright irritation as I make my way to one of the plush red booths and look at them with feigned indifference.
I do have that flare for magnetic entrances, don't I?
"A-a-akabane-san!" Ginji-kun is the first one to shake himself out of the stupor he is in, his voice unnaturally loud in the stunned silence of the room. I tilt my head in his direction and regard him with the mild fascination I have always associated with Infinity City's Thunder Emperor.
"Hello, Ginji-kun. I am glad to see that you're doing well." The words come out with the usual smoothness and politeness, and I lace only the softest signs of malice in my words. Slight enough so that the teenage girl beside the redhead doesn't suspect anything out of the ordinary, but enough to make the Raitei cower behind the glowering killer stare of his partner and whimper almost… pathetically.
"Ban-chan~!!"
Amethyst lasers nearly identical to mine stare heatedly at me from behind purple glasses, and I know for a fact that if I provoke him just a little bit more, he's going to punch me full in the face. I grin to myself secretly and reign in anymore remarks; I could do that some other time. For now, I just raise my hands in an attempt to look innocent of any wrong doing.
He still continues to glare death at me from where he is standing.
"So what are you doing here?"
From the slit in my hat, I look at him fully in the face. I cannot deny that I love being noticed by him, and that I revel in the fact that I am someone he cannot simply ignore and brush aside like he has done with so many of late, even though I do nothing but get on his nerves.
Rack it up as another one of my outlandish eccentricities, for all I care.
"I'm here to pass the time."
I'm here to look at you.
He catches the veiled thoughts in my sentence, and the frown marring his smooth face deepens even more.
"Why don't you go "pass the time" somewhere else?"
I don't want you "looking" at me.
"Mido-san, don't be rude!" The black haired teenager says to him with a small scowl gracing her face, looking scandalized by Ban's behaviour. She then proceeds to focus all her attention on me and smiles brightly, ignoring the protests tumbling out of the affronted brunette's mouth.
Wonder of wonders. Who'd have ever imagined Mido Ban to be whipped by this frail looking pre-pubescent girl?
"What will you be having, mister?"
"Coffee, please. No cream, no sugar. Plain black. And maybe a croissant." I give her one of my most endearing smiles, and she nods her head and skips back to where the man she calls Paul is cooking some bacon and eggs.
"Hn."
You're lucky the girl doesn't know you're a psychotic asshole.
A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips.
Just my luck, isn't it, Mido-kun?
He snorts in annoyance and turns away, stomping towards the kitchen and nearly bulldozing Ginji as he makes his exit. Poor blonde nearly gets trampled by his sudden action and only escapes being stepped upon by jerking away and falling rear first onto the floor.
I could already imagine Ban-kun cursing me to the deepest reaches of hell and telling everybody with body language to get the hell out of his way.
Body language. Does Mido-kun know that he has the most expressive body I have ever encountered in a person? The award for most expressive face definitely goes to Ginji-kun, that is unchallengeable, but Mido-kun unquestionably has the most animated body on the face of this earth. You could read him based on how he moves alone, the twitching of the corners of his lips, the speed of his gait or the angle he cocks his head towards somebody. And even though he tries to cover up whatever his body is saying by spitting insults at anybody within a range of 2 miles, you could still see it there, a message just waiting to be read.
Or in my case, a figure waiting to be touched.
That is why I am drawn to him. And the fact that he doesn't seem to understand that he is alluring to death.
I don't think he is aware of this slight detail. He doesn't seem to notice that he radiates something magnetically attractive and lethal at the same time. But everyone does, including me. I feel it every time I touch him, coursing beneath his skin like white hot steel, consuming me with the same intensity of a newly born star and coursing through his veins like mercuric wildfire. He burns me, and burns himself at the same time.
That is the oxymoron of his whole situation, and I can't ignore it even if my life depended on it.
It is just too remarkable to overlook.
My order suddenly arrives violently in front of me, the coffee nearly spilling and the plate holding the croissant jangling noisily onto the wooden table, jolting me out of my thoughts. It is Mido-kun whose brought me my food, pointedly refusing to let up with the glare that he's been wearing since I entered the shop.
Of course he's the one who's serving me. Ginji must be somewhere hiding and I can hear Paul trying to tell the teenage girl that her life would have been better if she had never seen me at all in her entire life. The redhead does exaggerate a lot, doesn't he?
"There." Immovable, unyielding and completely fuckable, he stands there with a cigarette hanging from his lips and a hand in his pocket. Looking so untouchable, like the forbidden fruit on top of the tree in the Garden of Eden. It makes me want to lunge right now and start stripping him in front of everyone, just so that I can show all of them that he is not as cold as he would have them believe, that he is not as in control as they think he always is.
Just so that I can take a bite out of that forbidden fruit and hear him gasping my name beneath me.
But for the nth time this afternoon, I control myself and let him pass by unharmed, contenting myself with thinking of ways to make you pay later.
Patience. Patience.
I take a sip from the cup and relish the bitter taste as I watch his retreating back. You make me think Mido Ban, of things that I never would have thought possible for me. Later, I promise, when we are alone once more and you are laid bare before me, I will reveal every secret you have ever had in your life, unearth everything that makes you who you are, and mark you as mine and only mine. You'll fight it, I know you most definitely will, and maybe you'll even try to run, but I'll tangle you again in my arms and you will never be able to escape.
It is now, most surely, only a matter of time.
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