Chapter Three
Sosuke stood up, letting Yatori see him. The silence was so complete you could have heard a pin drop. She had her dark hair pulled up but a few rebellious strands escaped to frame her face.
"Sosuke...." She murmured. He had his pistol pointed right at her, red laser- sight aimed at her head.
Yatori spilled the bullets from her PSG-1 into her hand and dropped them on the floor in a sign of please-don't-shoot-me. The bullets clinked to the floor in a pool of metal.
Sosuke's dark eyes followed the bullets as they fell, mentally counting them. There were more than the six he had thought the rifle could carry.
"Why do you look so surprised?" Yatori asked, raising Sosuke from his thoughts.
"Slide your gun over here." Sosuke commanded in a steely tone.
Yatori laid her weapon on the ground and gently kicked it over to Sosuke. Sosuke stopped the spinning gun with the tip of his boot and flicked into the air, catching it with his left hand.
He looked over the gun carefully. Then, Sosuke realized his mistake. The PSG-1 was semi-automatic not bolt-action. (Thanks Wild Goose 01) How could he have made a mistake like /that/? Something was getting to him and making him nervous.
/What/?
Yatori and Sosuke entered into their last class, chattering amiably, no sign of their earlier confrontation on their faces.
Kaname was watching, a murderous look in her eyes.
"Kaname Chidori?" The teacher called. "Yes Mr. Tsukasa?"
"Please present your report." Kaname skipped to the center of the room, flipping her hair to one side. She was known for being a great public speaker. This time, though, she felt very self-conscious. Startled, she began: "The country of France is found..."
Her report went fairly well, as did the rest of class, After the bell, Yatori approached Kaname with a proposition.
"Miss Chidori? Would you like to join Sosuske and I in a picnic this afternoon by the lake?" Kaname thought about it for a moment then agreed.
"Sure!"
When the designated time rolled around, Kaname dressed in a white kneelength satin dress and flipflops.
Yatori was rolling out a blanket when Kaname arrived. She wore a lime green polo and jeans. Her black hair was braided with a silver cord entertwined.
"HI kaname! You look great! Sosuke's over there..." /Yeah right, I look like Sh compared to you/ Kaname thought.
Kaname's eyes followed Yatori's finger until they rested on the figure of Sosuke. He was dragging stones from the river to sit on.
He also had no shirt. Kaname blushed when she realized she had been staring. But how could she not stare? (yeah, I mean seriously!! A.N)
His muscles rippled in the sunlight as he pulled the stones up to the picnic area.
"He-he-hello Sosuke." Kaname stuttered.
"Hello Miss Chidori. That dress is aesthetically pleasing but not too pratical. You should take your cues from Yatori here.
"She can be practical and beautifu;."
Beautiful? Kaname had never heard Sosuke say that word before.
Could it be his mask of protocol was slipping?
Could it be he was in /love/???
Thanks for the reviews BUT I WANT MORE!!
This is dedicated to my best friend Diana for being there, being cool, and dealing with my over-clingyness. Thanks shukuchi!! (READ HER STORIES NOW!! GLARES) Ciao
Sosuke stood up, letting Yatori see him. The silence was so complete you could have heard a pin drop. She had her dark hair pulled up but a few rebellious strands escaped to frame her face.
"Sosuke...." She murmured. He had his pistol pointed right at her, red laser- sight aimed at her head.
Yatori spilled the bullets from her PSG-1 into her hand and dropped them on the floor in a sign of please-don't-shoot-me. The bullets clinked to the floor in a pool of metal.
Sosuke's dark eyes followed the bullets as they fell, mentally counting them. There were more than the six he had thought the rifle could carry.
"Why do you look so surprised?" Yatori asked, raising Sosuke from his thoughts.
"Slide your gun over here." Sosuke commanded in a steely tone.
Yatori laid her weapon on the ground and gently kicked it over to Sosuke. Sosuke stopped the spinning gun with the tip of his boot and flicked into the air, catching it with his left hand.
He looked over the gun carefully. Then, Sosuke realized his mistake. The PSG-1 was semi-automatic not bolt-action. (Thanks Wild Goose 01) How could he have made a mistake like /that/? Something was getting to him and making him nervous.
/What/?
Yatori and Sosuke entered into their last class, chattering amiably, no sign of their earlier confrontation on their faces.
Kaname was watching, a murderous look in her eyes.
"Kaname Chidori?" The teacher called. "Yes Mr. Tsukasa?"
"Please present your report." Kaname skipped to the center of the room, flipping her hair to one side. She was known for being a great public speaker. This time, though, she felt very self-conscious. Startled, she began: "The country of France is found..."
Her report went fairly well, as did the rest of class, After the bell, Yatori approached Kaname with a proposition.
"Miss Chidori? Would you like to join Sosuske and I in a picnic this afternoon by the lake?" Kaname thought about it for a moment then agreed.
"Sure!"
When the designated time rolled around, Kaname dressed in a white kneelength satin dress and flipflops.
Yatori was rolling out a blanket when Kaname arrived. She wore a lime green polo and jeans. Her black hair was braided with a silver cord entertwined.
"HI kaname! You look great! Sosuke's over there..." /Yeah right, I look like Sh compared to you/ Kaname thought.
Kaname's eyes followed Yatori's finger until they rested on the figure of Sosuke. He was dragging stones from the river to sit on.
He also had no shirt. Kaname blushed when she realized she had been staring. But how could she not stare? (yeah, I mean seriously!! A.N)
His muscles rippled in the sunlight as he pulled the stones up to the picnic area.
"He-he-hello Sosuke." Kaname stuttered.
"Hello Miss Chidori. That dress is aesthetically pleasing but not too pratical. You should take your cues from Yatori here.
"She can be practical and beautifu;."
Beautiful? Kaname had never heard Sosuke say that word before.
Could it be his mask of protocol was slipping?
Could it be he was in /love/???
Thanks for the reviews BUT I WANT MORE!!
This is dedicated to my best friend Diana for being there, being cool, and dealing with my over-clingyness. Thanks shukuchi!! (READ HER STORIES NOW!! GLARES) Ciao