Yaoi ahead! Ginji/Ban
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Never let it be said Ginji didn't have a "mean" streak. Ban would sometimes catch him unscrewing the salt lid just enough to appear normal, but should someone lift it, the container would fall, causing a grainy mess. Rarely, but enough that Ban began to notice, he would waltz out of the Honky Tonk with a horribly mischievous grin. He only realized later that the cookies that materialized on road trips were his stolen treasures.
Ban tried to ask about some of this, without being accusing or too presumptuous, but Ginji never failed in changing the subject.
After witnessing the heinous act of Ginji tripping a mall shopper, Ban decided to get the truth.
"Ginji, why did you do that?" He questioned after they had helped the fallen woman gather her things.
"Why did I do what?" He responded, a cross between confusion and feigned innocence in his tone.
"Trip her! Why did you trip that woman?" Ban pressed, holding Ginji's eyes for a tense moment.
"Look! Puppies!" Ginji cried excitedly, dashing towards the pet store before Ban received an answer. "That one there! He looks just like you!"
"Ginji."
"Seriously! He has blue eyes!"
"Ginji."
"And, his hair points every which-way, sea urchin style, just like yours!"
Ban gaped for a second, and then blustered hotly, "My hair wouldn't do that if I didn't have your static electricity forcing it to stand on end!"
But, Ginji had already asked to hold the puppy and was giggling happily as it licked his face.
Ban sighed, admitting defeat for today, but next time, he'd be ready.
Of course, Ginji knew he was watching closer now. And really, Ban should have known that forcing Ginji to be sneakier, made it all the more fun.
More than three weeks later, Ban had no dirt on Ginji. In fact, he seemed more angelic than usual. There was no need for him to steal any cookies, because Natsumi seemed more than willing to share when Ginji smiled. Finally, Ban found his opportunity to gain his answers.
Walking about the mal, once again trying to gain a little business, Ban caught Ginji in the act. Ginji's quiet chuckles first alerted him to the danger. Course, when young girls would pass him, either flustered or irritated, neither of the options looking at him, he heard a piece of paper crinkle. He reached behind himself and grabbed it off his back. In block letters, Ginji's finest handwriting, it said "Kiss me!"
Of all the juvenile pranks in the universe, Ginji chooses this, Ban thought to himself. And then, inspiration struck.
Ban strutted over to where Ginji was pressing two girls for a job. Ban tapped him lightly on the shoulder. When he turned, Ban caught him in a tight embrace and planted his lips on top of Ginji's. Ban felt more than saw Ginji's eyes widen and Ban took great pleasure in that Ginji did not notice the paper sign attach itself on his back.
"Just following the sign's instructions," Ban whispered, as he turned and handed a brochure to a gawking man and woman.
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I just have to mention my inspiration. One of my best friends wrote an e-mail to me in which she misspelled Ban's name as "Bad." I laughed for so long, and then wrote this little fic!