Prison

Chapter Two: Argue

A Story Brought to You by:

Laura "OHGODTHEDONUTSAREEATINGMYBRAIN" Laurent

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The hacker caught the movement of the hunter and paused his typing to look at him from the corner of his eye. Michael tried to look uninterested in the other and resumed typing, but it wasn't as rhythmic as before. He kept glancing at Sakaki, who was still staring at him with a loving look on his face. It was slightly unnerving and the hacker broke out into a light sweat.

"Jesus, why is he staring at me?"

Finally, after about two minutes of being ogled, Michael stopped typing and turned his head in order to glare at the hunter properly.

"Haruto? Could you please stop that? It's really getting on my nerves." The blonde said through clenched teeth.

Having heard his name, Sakaki's thought-train on donuts ran off the track and blew up in some corner of his mind; the glazed look was gone and the hunter could finally see the younger boy (instead of winged pastries flying about). Michael's face was a light red color and he looked angry.

"Eh?" Sakaki replied unintelligently, curious as to what had upset the hacker.

"STOP STARING AT ME." Michael glared at the other, the red tint still present. "It's freaking me out."

"Wha?" Yet another genus statement came from Sakaki.

"Haruto. You. Are. Creeping. Me out." The blonde boy said, emphasizing every word with a razor-sharp edge. "Stop staring at me."

Gradually, comprehension dawned on the hunter.

"Ohhh…I see. Well, I wasn't staring at you, Michael," Sakaki reasoned calmly, an unusual thing from the boy. "You were just in my line of vision. I was thinking about donuts. Day-dreaming, ya' know. That kind of thing. I'm really hungry." He added as an afterthought.

The hacker seemed skeptical and gave Sakaki a highly suspicious glance. The awful redness in his cheeks had gone away now.

"You're…hungry…" Michael said very slowly, with one eyebrow raised, making Sakaki feel stupid. An awkward pause followed, then the poor brunette nodded fiercely, attempting to persuade the other. A hardly visible (but present, nevertheless) blush was now appearing on his face.

The hacker replied with a shrug, and then rolled his eyes. "Excuses, excuses, Haruto."

"What? You don't believe me?" Sakaki asked, taken aback.

Michael's eyes scaned Sakaki's tan face beforetossing his head in a way suggesting superiority. "No, Haruto. No, I don't believe your filthy lies." He turned back to the desk, concealing a smile, and started to type again.

Sakaki made a choked noise, starting to protest. Michael stop typing, cutting him off immediately with more teases, not giving the other boy a chance to defend himself.

"Whatever, dude." He waved a thin hand in the air, uncaringly. The little devil in Michael's brain squealed happily. "So much fun to mess with!"

Yawning, he looked over at Sakaki, blue eyes glittering deviously. "Anyway, don't you have work that you should be doing instead of having…" he paused for emphasis, "...sick donut fantasies about me, Haruto?" Michael smirked at the brunette as he leaned back in his chair and stretched dramatically, his black sweater exposing his pale midriff.

"WHAT? F-fantasies?" The hunter spluttered, obviously angry but also slightly embarrassed.

Sakaki looked just like Michael had, minutes before. Color spread across his cheeks, but whether it was from anger or embarrassment was unclear. Despite the red splotches on his face, Sakaki attempted to appear unperturbed. Cool, collected, like usual. He raised an eyebrow and looked Michael in the eye.

"Ha! About you? Yeah right! I would never- I mean, even if I did swing that way, WHICH I DON'T-"

Michael started laughing, rolling his blue eyes for a second time.

"Jeeze, calm down. I was just kidding. Don't throw a hissy fit; it was a joke. God, if I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to hide something--"

Sakaki's mouth opened to protest more but Michael waved him off again.

"--which I know you aren't. Haruto, chill. Dude, when was the last time you got laid? Seriously, I think what you need is some good, hard sex. Guess you haven't been doing so hot with the ladies, huh?" Michael stated, matter-of-factly, knowing quite well that he hit a nerve with the other. That was the way his mind worked. Michael was spontaneous and forgetful of consequences. Curiosity conquered all.

Sakaki stared coldly at the hacker even as heat radiated from his face. If there was one thing you didn't do, it was insult Haruto Sakaki's sex-life. So what if he hadn't had a girlfriend in months, he had no time anyway, what with constant witch hunting and such.

"Besides," he thought, making an excuse, "I'm working on getting Dojima…though she has become somewhat distant lately." Well, whatever. You still didn't insult Sakaki's womanizing skills.

"Ooh..." The hunter hissed through clenched teeth. Michael watched Sakaki expectantly, wondering what he'd come up with.

As the two boys looked at each other, a change suddenly overtook Sakaki. He unclenched his teeth and stopped glaring. Then, shrugging, he ran a hand through his thick brown hair, settling on the back of his head. A smile took over his face and he leaned back in his chair. It wasn't a big deal; he would just let it go. Or maybe not. The tension in the room had not decreased at all; instead it had been masked with feigned indifference.

Michael appeared confused. "Is he really going to let that one slide?" His answer came swiftly as the hunter abruptly leaned forward.

A long pause, with the boy still bent towards Michael. The tension was very noticeable now, as the seemingly uncaring Sakaki had disappeared as quickly as he came to be replaced by…Sexy, Michael-flesh hungry Sakaki. The poor boy appeared even more confused now, unable to look away from his co-worker's ravenous grey-purple eyes.

The hunter smirked internally as, externally, he licked his lips in a seductive manner. A mouth dropped open, but only slightly, and it was shut again almost instantly.

"Reeeeally? Sex, huh? Wellllll, was that an offer, Michael?" He purred and grinned cattishly at the blonde. The effect Sakaki was hoping for happened instantly as he watched the boy's blue eyes widen to almost impossible sizes. He bit his lip to keep from laughing as Michael snapped out of his trance only to trip on his words.

"M-maybe you wish, Haruto!" The hacker spat at the brunette.

"Ha! More like you wish, Michael!" The hunter snarled back, dropping his façade.

They were both glaring again, deciding that they had talked enough. The boys stared each other down, sporting red hued faces, waging a silent battle. Tension was as thick as soup now, overwhelming the office.

And the elevator located next to the office opened with a hiss.

Alright! End of chapter numero dos! Oh god. I hate this chapter. I really do. Yet I love it. It's a love/hate relationship, me and this chapter. I have edited it, and re-written it, and attempted to beat it into submission but it NEVER WORKS. I SWEAR IT WROTE ITSELF. It moves too fast, yet it works well with what is to come. WHY BRAIN! WHY MUST YOU DO THIS! Children, never eat donuts from unknown sources. That's bad. ARG. Too FAST. Not DEPRESSING ENOUGH! Immaslap Michael and make him cry now. That's depressing! Yayyyy. Ooooh, better yet, I'll make this a cliche OHNOES DON'T HAVE SEX WITH ME, HARUTO, PLEASE DON'T BUT I WON'T FIGHT BACK IF YOU RAVISH ME BECAUSE I THINK YOU'RE REALLY HOT EVEN THOUGH YOU PRETTY MUCH RAPED ME. Wow. I don't think I'm really even saying anything anymore.

Okay, I think I'm done here. Leave me things!

AND WITH A POOF, SHE'S GONE,

LAURA