Close Calls
By: RecklessAbandon and OtakuSailorV
Chapter 3:: Day Three
Yuka watched her parents leave, half-watching for her friends in the bushes around the houses.
"Finally!" She cheered as her parents drove off.
"Time to come out?" Renkotsu's voice came from the side of the house.
"Yeah."
Renkotsu smirked and came around the corner, hands in his pockets. "Yo."
"Hey."
"Anything new happen?" He asked casually as he walked in.
"My friends being twits."
He chuckled. "What did they do now?"
"Spying on us."
"Were they?" He asked good-naturedly. "I thought either your friends or my roomies would eventually."
"Yeah- last night."
He made a face. "Oh."
"No big, really, they just ask a few too many questions, but I'm the same way so no room to talk." She said with a nervous laugh.
"Yeah." He agreed with a laugh. "I know that."
"You weren't supposed to agree!"
Renkotsu laughed as she swung at him. "I was supposed to LIE?"
"Ok- whatever, you hungry?"
"All depends." He said with a shrug and a smirk.
She narrowed her eyes. "On what?"
"On what's to eat."
"If you're being a pervert I'll bash your head in!"
"I'm not, I'm not." He assured her, though he prepared himself for an attack anyway.
She instantly smiled. "Pizza?"
"Sure." He nodded, thankful that she wasn't going to attack him.
She walked to the phone and called the nearest delivery place. "Ok, thanks." She ended the call. "It should be here in about 30 minutes."
"Awesome." He smiled.
"When it gets here, hide in a closet."
"Oh, joy! A closet!" He said sarcastically, clapping his hands together and smirking delightedly at the closet door.
"And then you'll fall out and know how your brother felt 'coming out of the closet'." She laughed, shoving him.
"Oh, very funny." He grumped, letting her push him. "And then you'll have to explain what a grown-man is doing in your closet."
"I'll let you out when the delivery boy leaves!"
"You had better not lock me in and forget I'm in there!"
"I won't, don't worry- oh and I have a question."
"Shoot." He said, waiting for the question.
"Did you really throw your little brother out a window?"
"It wasn't very far down."
"Three stories..."
"He didn't get hurt, just a scrape or two...."
"Broken ankle."
Renkotsu made a face. "Ok, ok, fine, so he got hurt. Why do you ask?"
"Something Eri told me. Just curious to why you'd throw your kid brother out a window."
"It's to show that I care." Renkotsu joked.
"Hehe...very funny- didn't Bankotsu like totally beat your ass after you did it?"
"He tried." Renkotsu nodded.
"Crap, the pizza's here, get in the closet!"
Renkotsu acted on instinct and was instantly in the closet, the door closed behind him.
Yuka opened the door, facing the delivery boy.
"Hello, I've uh, got the pizza here." He said, bringing it out of the red box it was contained in with a smile.
"Yeah, thanks." She said, grabbing her wallet and pulling the needed money out of it.
"So, uh, anything new lately?"
"Uhm, no not really." She said, handing him the money and taking the pizza box. "Keep the change, thank you." She said walking back inside.
"Wanna, go somewhere sometime?" He asked abruptly, still standing in the doorway.
"Sorry- taken."
"Oh, well, uh..." He mumbled awkwardly.
"Yeah." She said, shutting the door.
Still feeling awkward, he went to his car and drove back to the pizzeria.
She opened the closet door to let Renkotsu out. "Gr!" She growled, setting the pizza down.
He spluttered, brushing dust off himself. "It smells in there." He grumbled. "What are you so mad about?"
"The pizza guy was FLIRTING with me!"
Renkotsu made a face, looking at the door, half expecting the said man to still be there. "I see."
"Yeah." She said, setting the pizza down on the kitchen table.
"Well if he comes back I'll just beat his face in." Renkotsu said matter-of-factly to himself before picking up a slice of pizza. "You want me to pay for it?"
"Hmm? I wasn't listening."
"I'll pay for the pizza."
"Already paid. I'm not rich for nothin'."
"Don't flaunt the money." He said, acting hurt. "You're making us poor people look bad."
"You're not POOR."
"When compared to you, I am."
"So? You have to take care of your little brother, so money might be a little tight."
Renkotsu shrugged. "It is, but that doesn't mean I can't pay for a pizza." He joked.
"Well it's my treat."
"Thanks." He said, taking a bite and smiling.
"Of course."
"So, uh, what did your friends ask?" He tried to find something to talk about.
"You."
"What did they want to know about me?" He raised an eyebrow, a bit puzzled.
"Who you were."
"Ah, anything else?" He was interested in what her friends had to say.
"How old you were, your name, stuff like that."
He chuckled slightly. "I see. They were probably quite shocked."
"Yeah."
Renkotsu snickered to himself as he thought about how they must have reacted.
She took a bite. "I mean- could they be anymore nosy about it?"
"They're just showing that they care." He taunted.
"They're annoying sometimes."
He shrugged, picking up another piece of pizza. "They probably don't mean to be."
"Yeah- I know."
He was silent, munching thoughtfully on pizza.
She finished her piece and grabbed another one.
Shifting in his seat, he grabbed a third slice, determined to eat more pizza than her.
She glared, quickly finishing her second piece and grabbing a third.
"Don't eat too fast, you'll hurt yourself." He advised through a mouth full of food, grabbing for another slice hurriedly.
She finished her slice at the same time he did and they both reached for the last slice.
Renkotsu and Yuka stopped, swallowing their mouthfuls as they held tightly to the crust, watching each other stoically.
"Mine!" They chorused.
Renkotsu smirked at her. "No possible way you'll just give up and let me have it?" He asked.
"Unless you bribe me."
"What are your conditions?"
"None- just give me the pizza."
"That's not a way to bribe you." He protested.
"Figure something out."
"That's not fair, you know I won't be able to."
"I know."
He made a face, but it changed to a smirk in no time. "Well I'll win in a battle of strength anyway."
"So? I'm the Lady I get it!"
"You're not acting much like a Lady. And I'm older anyway."
"So?! I'm growing- I need the nourishment!"
"You're rich, you can afford more nourishment."
"So? I paid for it!"
"I offered to pay for it."
"But I DID!"
"So? I'm still older, and the 'adult'. And what I say, goes."
"But you should always give the Lady the benefit of the doubt!"
"Well that's not one of the rules I go by, so hah!"
She pouted.
He smirked. "That's the way life is."
She huffed a little. "Fine. Be that way!"
"Ok, I will." He replied.
She didn't reply.
Making a face, he sighed. "How about we split it then?"
"Fine."
"You rich folks got a pizza cutter?" He joked, getting up and looking for it.
"Yup, third drawer to the right."
"Ah-ha." He said, brandishing it and cutting the pizza in half. "There, you get this half."
She took it and ate it in one bite. "Thank you."
"Nice." He commented, taking a bite of his half.
She smirked at him.
"What?" He asked, finishing his half.
"Nothing...a little bored now."
"Ah, I see...."
"Yeah."
He sighed, slouching down in the closest chair.
She stood up and stretched, then sat down on his lap. "Pillow." She muttered boredly.
"You are aware that you are hurting my legs, no?"
"Are you calling me fat?"
"No," he said, shaking his head. "I am saying that you are hurting my legs."
"So?"
"So it hurts."
She stood up and sat back down on the floor.
"Thank you." He sighed.
She huffed and lay down on the floor.
"Hey, I didn't mean to make you mad." He whined, though smiling as he knelt down and peered at her face upside down.
"I'm not mad, just a little tired."
"Oh." He said, sitting back up.
"Yeah."
"So....what now?"
"I dunno, sleep sounds good."
He nodded. "Yeah..."
She yawned widely and was almost instantly snoring, on the floor.
'Oh great, what am I gonna do if her parents come home?' He groaned inwardly.
She opened one eye and peeked up at him. "Haha, tricked you, I don't snore."
He smirked back at her. "How are you so sure that I was fooled, and that you do not snore?"
"No one has ever said I snored."
"So? Maybe they're being polite so as not to hurt your feelings."
"No."
He laughed at her. "If you say so."
"Loser."
"What did I do?"
"You were being a loser."
"How?"
"You just were."
"That makes a lot of sense."
"Shaddup."
"Why? Cuz I'm right?"
"Maybe."
"Hah."
"Shut up."
"Don't wanna."
"Please?"
"Why should I?"
"Because I asked you to?"
He sighed. "Tch, fine." Growling, he pressed his lips together tightly and crossed his arms.
"Hey! Don't be mad!"
He didn't reply, watching her steadily.
She narrowed her eyes at him.
He shrugged; wanting to point out that it was her own fault for ordering him to shut up.
"Ok, ok, you don't have to shut up!"
He smirked wider. "Ok."
"Maybe I should go check my e-mail."
"Yeah, maybe..." He said thoughtfully.
She walked upstairs and plopped down in her computer chair.
Not wanting to stay in the room on his own, Renkotsu followed along.
She opened her inbox and groaned, throwing away the junk mail. "Eri, Kagome, Ex-boyfriend, Inuyasha, Ex-boyfriend." She muttered.
Renkotsu glared as he noticed the ex-boyfriend emails. Grumbling, he tightened his hold on her chair.
She opened the first e-mail ex-boyfriend and groaned again. "Stupid..."
"What's he want this time?"
"Trying to remind he of 'all the good fucks' we had." She said rolling her eyes.
Renkotsu withheld his anger. "I see."
"He's lying."
"I figured."
"Then don't get mad."
"I'm not."
"Oh yeah right."
"Correct."
"No, you always overreact to EVERYTHING."
"I do not." He protested.
"Yes you do!"
"Tch." He grumbled, looking away.
"Just being honest."
"I know, I know." He waved it off dismissively.
"Bah."
He waited patiently for her to finish with her email.
She read the rest of her e-mails and logged off after an instant message window popped up. "Not gonna deal with that." She said gritting her teeth, exiting the IM window and standing up.
He nodded, displeased that the window had been closed before he could see who had been trying to contact her.
"It was nothing." She told him.
He acted as if he did not understand what she was talking about. "What?"
"The IM."
"Oh, that." He replied carelessly.
She rolled her eyes. "Don't be a jackass."
"I'm not trying to be."
"Well you are."
"Whatever."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Ok."
He didn't reply, simply stayed silent and waited for her to finish whatever she was doing.
She stretched. "It'll be like a download- dumping boyfriend, 1 percent, 2 percent..." she started.
He raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, nothing! Just kidding around, you know me."
"Ah, I see." He said, still perplexed though.
She sighed. "Now I'm bored."
He sighed as well. "Same."
She curled up on her bed yawning.
He rolled his eyes and sat down on the floor.
"You don't have to sit on the floor."
"I know, but I prefer it at the moment."
"Why?"
He shrugged. "Dunno."
"That's right, you don't know anything."
"I know more than you do."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I'm older than you and it is obvious that I do anyway."
She pouted.
"It's true. I've been in this world longer, so I know more about it."
"So? There are things you don't know about that I do, old man."
"Yes, you have many things to learn little girl."
"Oh yeah right, I suppose you know what girls like in men?"
"I suppose you know what men like in girls?"
"No."
"Hah! Foiled!" He cried triumphantly, quite pleased.
"But then again- you still don't know what girls like, and have no idea how to treat a lady." She countered smirking.
"Is that so? And how are you so wise about what I do and don't know?"
"Because you are entirely evil to me, you need respect for the lady."
"How am I 'evil' to you?" He asked. "And how does that prove anything?"
"You aren't nice all the time to me. And that proves you obviously don't know that ladies require gentle handling."
"Ah, I see." He rolled his eyes. "I always thought I was in a regular mood around you...."
She slid down and sat on the floor with him. "Aw I'm just kidding- nice guys are boring anyway."
He chuckled. "I wasn't upset, just curious."
"I know."
"Then why try to comfort me?"
"I'm not!"
He chuckled again. "Ok, ok."
"I don't COMFORT people."
"Ok, ok." He repeated.
"Ok then."
"If you don't 'comfort', then what do you do?" He questioned suddenly.
"I dunno...to make people feel better...I usually make out with them! And I make a lot of people feel bad..." she told him with a wicked grin.
He smirked. "I see."
She smiled. "Oh no- don't go getting any ideas."
"I wasn't."
"You had that look."
"What look?"
"That look guys get when they think they're getting some. That...predator look."
He laughed loudly. "I see."
"Yeah. You'd have to kill me first."
"That would be horrible."
"Exactly."
"I would be distraught."
"Really?"
"Of course I would."
"I feel loved."
"You should."
"Really? Why?"
"You just should."
"Oh so that's a beating-round-the-bush way of saying you love me right?"
"Possibly."
"Stop being so damn cryptic!" She demanded, using his shoulder for a pillow. "I'm too tired for your aloof-cryptacy."
He chuckled. "Ok, ok, so it is."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"Say what?"
She sighed.
He shifted, not letting her head fall off his shoulder though. "What do you want me to say?"
She sighed again. "Your aloof and cryptic stuff was better."
He was silent for a minute before speaking back up. "Fine."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Your aloof cryptic thing."
"I tried to stop, and then you said that you liked it better anyway."
"I like it better than you playing dumb."
"I'm not."
"Just say it!"
Renkotsu looked at her. "I love you."
She smiled. "I love you too." She replied.
He nodded. "Good."
"Yeah."
"So, does that mean you're happy?"
"No."
"I see. So what will make you happy then?"
She scooted over and sat down on his lap. "Much more comfortable than the floor."
He rested his chin on her head. "You didn't answer my question."
She looked up at him. "I dunno."
"Well, you must have some idea."
"Right now this is fine."
"Ah, I see."
She smiled up at him. "What would make you happy?"
He shrugged. "I'm fine like this as well."
"That's good."
"I suppose."
"Yeah. What time is it?"
"Not sure."
"There's a clock around her somewhere."
"You know where they are, not me."
"It think it's by the computer."
He leaned out and peered around. "It looks like...uh.... around eleven..."
"Oh- that's cool."
"Yeah." He agreed.
"What now?"
"Not sure."
She looked back up at him.
"What?"
"I just realized something."
"And what is that?"
"Pizza breath." She giggled.
"Yours smells the same, hate to break it to ya."
"Oh well, I bet it tastes good."
"Hahaha, most likely."
"Let's test that theory." She said smiling, leaning up and kissing him.
He kissed back and smirked as they broke off. "Yep, pizza." He confirmed with the same smirk.
"Tastes good."
He nodded. "Yes."
"Shit, I hear my parent's car."
He stood, carefully letting her to her feet first. "I guess that means it's my time to go."
"Yeah." She agreed, following him to the window.
"I can't believe I have to take this window out again." He grumbled to himself.
"One last thing before you have to go." She said grabbing his sleeve.
He turned around. "What?"
She pulled him into a last second kiss. "Very Romeo and Juliet." She laughed, letting go of his sleeve.
He chuckled lightly, swinging one leg out the window. "Only they were the same age, no?"
"Family kept them apart- age keeps us apart." She told him simply.
"How sweet." He joked.
"Go!"
"Alright, alright." He hissed and dropped out instantly.
"See ya!" She called after him.
He nodded, giving a small wave before disappearing into the darkness.
She sighed, flopping down on her bed and recalling the events of the past night with a smile, before falling asleep.
End chapter
