Ok. Believe it or not I have been desperately trying to find something to write. But nothing has grabbed me. And I'm sorry about that. It really sucks. Also I had exams so… EXCUSE!
So now I am going into full blown writing mode. I WILL write something for you. Yes I will. (And just so you know I am writing this as a personal motivator… I'm not that mental…)
So here we go. How about some kico? I like Kico…
PAIRING : Kico.
SONG: Shake U by Her Bright Skies
Rico stopped at the doorway. It was like a habit.
He lent against the frame and let his head list to the side, eyes drifting as much as they pleased. Kowalski had his back to him, arms spread and planted on the wooden desk, pale skinny limbs on show as the blue jersey was rolled up to his elbows. His head was bent forward, blue-black hair flopping forward, the back of his neck bare and bent as his head dropped down. The thin torso stretched down to the long legs that were planted solidly into the ground, the slight swaying of his body enough to tell him he was in deep thought.
The weapons expert frowned slightly, It was almost sad what he was doing, watching from a distance. Toying with what he wanted but could never have. It was about as stupid as playing with hot coals, which he had done at one point, the chances of getting burned mounting with ever millisecond you touched them. And when you got burned, it stung. As Impulsive as he was the ever present threat of the scorching skin was enough to keep him at bay.
Barely.
But lucky little Kowalski didn't even realise that his best friend spent his free time debating with himself and watching him whenever he wouldn't notice. He didn't care, not in the way Rico was desperately pleading for him too.
we were young, just twenty-one
this is where our lives begun
He had known him first. The first one out of the crazy group that had soon become closer then family. He still recalled the feeling of adrenaline as he noticed the guards back was turned and the quick search for a weapon that turned up a metal chair.
Upon Swinging the object and having it crack against the idiots skull he was almost frozen. A tall, almost elfin looking boy had his pale, sharp face turned into a look of dark rage and determination, hair slightly messed and handing over the left side of his face.
It was only after he learnt that Norman had been pointing a gun at the strangely beautiful boy, threatening to shoot.
But all Kowalski did was rise slowly from the floor, almost shaking as he let his pale blue eyes settle on him. Wiping one hand off on the side of his pants he offered it, almost dubiously, voice smooth and rich as crushed velvet. "Thanks for that. I'm Kowalski, And you are?"
His language function had seemed to have shut down leaving him groping for words amid the crazy haze that had descended on his mind. "Uh… Rico."
"Nice. Tell me? Did you seriously just smack that guard with a chair?"
"Well it wasn't a fez now was it?"
The first words that had built up to the rest of his life. A life of Crazy Happenings where nothing seems to sit still for even a moment, and every second could be your last.
now you've left me wondering
and asking for more
He knew what would happen if he indulged his fantasies. He would walk up to Kowalski as dig a hand deep into the soft blue hair, and Kowalski would turn, brows furrowed and mouth down turned into a frown. He would open his mouth to question him and he would quiet him by placing a finger against the soft lips. It would trace his jawbone and linger under his chin, drawing him in. And he would kiss him. All the pent up frustration of 3 years transforming into a direct shot of lust and excitement.
He bit his bottom lip as the fantasy took a bolt of reality.
He would be pushed aside, Kowalksi would yell, or not say anything at all. Shock and horror would be written on his face, quickly turning into disgust. He would leave, or make him leave. Then skipper would be informed. The whole thing would escalate and blow into mega proportions, enough to kill anyone.
But he couldn't help but wonder. What if he kissed back? What if he pulled away to smile and ask why it took so long?
Rico almost swore out loud, hating himself for letting that sliver of hope dangle in front of him in the first place. Kowalski was a friend. No more. He could dream all he wanted, but try anything and it would all shatter like a bullet through a pane of glass.
you're just one of those girls
that'll keep me up all night
This whole drama of himself and Kowalski wasn't just a silly little idea he was toying with half-heartedly, but a full blown fixation that would disintegrate sleep and drop him down the long tunnel of insomnia every time it crossed his mind.
Occasionally it wasn't so bad. He wouldn't think about what he felt or how Kowalski did. Just about the scientist. Everything that made him so damn near perfect.
Usually it was just depressing and gut-wrenching.
Now what am i supposed to do
when everything feels so right?
It was then he was pulled from the depths of his thoughts by a loud call. He jerked up right and fixed a silly grin in place. Kowalski had a hand on his hip, one eye-brow cocked at that angle of 'you have to be kidding me.'
"Are you alright there?" He asked, a slight chuckle in his voice. "You looked like you were in an upright coma or something." He scoffed, gesturing him closer with a wave.
Rico bolted forward and lent over the scientists shoulder. The seemingly endless pages of scribbles and the occasional drawing swamped the desk entirely. Kowalski sighed and rubbed his skull with the end of his yellow pencil.
"Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier to just go completely mental and give up on everything." He sighed, dragging a chair over and slumping into it, Rico fetching his own diligently and curling up his legs so they stayed trapped under his body.
"Nah-uh." He insisted. "Oo r Too smat too beh Crazeh."
"Still I appear to be giving it my best shot don't I?" Kowalski asked The tip of the pencil now going between his teeth as he studied the papers.
Rico smiled. "Nah-uh."
and i'm in love with you
let's see this through
i swear to god this ship is sinking
As Kowalski suddenly gasped and grinned wickedly his pencil returned to the paper and Rico found himself able to relax. In fact this view point was better than the last, revealing the pale lit up eyes covered by black eye-brows. One was coated by the fringe that hung around the base of his ear, the hair curling ever so slightly. His nose was long and straight, Kowalski not usually the one go get a fist to the face. And then there was the mouth, witch at this moment was now flattened into a hard line as he focused. It still didn't distract from the soft lips witch seemed to have pierced him through the middle with a spear, reeling him back in like a fish on the end of a line.
Damn. He bit his lip again and twisted a hand into his own tousled hair, yanking it down harshly, attempting to distract from the gnawing longing in his gut.
Any other time with any other person and he would have gotten up and gone, but who knew what would happen if he left? Kowalski did have a tendency to invent things that threatened the universe.
Plus wouldn't it be better to go down with the sinking ship to repair its hull after it realizes that its failed and goes into a mild case of depression?
i know
i shouldn't have counted on you
The weapons expert slunk from his chair and walked quietly around the lab, footsteps light as he glanced at the colourful schematics on the walls and the tools on the tables, shelves and occasionally the floor. Chemicals sat lined up in a certain order, all of them coloured differently and stored in different bottles and glass jars. Rico tipped his head to the side and held his fingers up in the shape of a square, cutting off the outside of the chemicals. The balance was perfect, the entire organized chaos holding the possibility to be a great paining.
Or better yet…
He swung around and lined the square up with Kowalski instead. Long shadows splayed over his face and highlighted his handsome features. The pencil was being flickered about in his left hand, right pulling his fringe from his eyes sharply as he glowered at the math.
I'm caught
can't seem to shake you off
Kowalski looked up, head rotated to glance at the weapons expert. Upon noticing the square and guilty expression he smiled, the edges of his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"You Ok there?" He asked. "I know I'm a square. I don't need you telling me as well."
Rico nodded with a so-so expression. "Meh. I ges."
Internally his heart was pounding.
they should have never said "i told you so"
and i cannot hate you
i'm not sure i want to
The girl grinned and tugged on another boot, fingers working swiftly with the laces. "On day you'll fall in love."
He sat up and raised an eye-brow. "Yes, because all the ladies love me." He scoffed, tossing the ball in her direction. She side-stepped it easily and giggled, sitting back down on the mattress an poking him gently in the leg.
"No! I'm serious Ricy. One day you are going to see someone and it'll be like-" She snapped her fingers. "WOMPH. Love."
He snorted and didn't even bother rising from where he was sprawled.
"And when you do I'll be there, standing in the corner going 'I told you so! I told you'!" She added, nudging him again.
He sighed melodramatically. "Oh the innocence of the youth." He mocked. "But seriously Miya, all that love at first sight stuff doesn't exist."
"Pessimist." She stated, twirling a scarf around her neck.
He sat up and held his arms open, letting his sister lean in for a hug. "Where you going again?" He mumbled.
"Damiens Party." She replied, squeezing him again before standing up right, noticing the doubt in his eyes.
"Kay, just don't stay out too late all right?" He warned.
She saluted and smiled. "I'll be home by 10."
Right about now he wished she was here to tell him she was right. In fact he could really use her soppy crazy advice right about now.
they should have never said "i told you so"
now i can't forget you
i don't even want to
But no doubt she's only say something like 'Don't let fear get in the way of true love' It was so cliché and screamed Miya.
He could feel his eyes start to burn and he cursed loudly, running a hand over the back of his eyes. Insomnia had its pitfalls. His emotions were all over the show at the moment, running riot throughout his body.
And then there was the hint of genuine sadness hidden behind it.
the memories i keep inside
they all fade away somehow
"Rico?"
He looked over and smiled weakly, waving a hand airily, scrubbing away another tear as Kowalski stared with worry etched on his face. He stood up and crossed over quickly, eyes dark with concern. "Don't give me that." He murmured. "What is it?"
He shrugged and turned away slightly, running a hand through his hair in a placid attempt to smooth it down , the strands sticking up in defiance.
Kowalski Lay a hand on his shoulder, Rico freezing at the touch, warmth echoing out away from the contact sending tiny shudders through his body. "No." He stated. "Rico if something is troubling you to the point of tears I would like to know why."
i'm dreaming of the good old times
when i could feel safe and sound
"Miya." He stated finally.
Back before Dr Logan had messed with his vocal chords Kowalski had been quizzing him about his past and he was very sure to mention his younger sibling who was gunned down during a hit and run for no reason whatsoever.
And he seemed to have remembered. Kowalski's face dulled and he stopped running his mouth and let his other arm drop. "Oh." He mumbled. "Right."
Rico nodded and ran a finger under his eye, catching another tear. "Yah." He agreed, moving to twist away only to get pulled back around again.
i will make you bend and break
i will be your greatest mistake
The long arms splayed over his shoulders, pulling him into a hug and keeping him there. Words bounced off deaf ears, the weapons experts mind utterly blanking in that moment. Kowalski was so warm, heat attacking his body at every single point of contact and the comforting touch stabbing him deep. He caught nothing as the world was just a shady pit of bliss.
In all honesty he hadn't even notice what he had done until he regained the use of conscious thought. Kowalski looked a little confused and shocked, arms braced against the table and legs on either side of the weapons expert from where he was perched on the nearest table. Rico had his arms knotted around his waist, pulling him close, forcing Kowalski's back to arch and stretch.
It was then shock took hold, body seizing up, pressing them even tighter together, noses almost brushing.
you gotta stop and ask yourself
is this what you wished for?
He could feel Kowalski's breath against his face as the scientist breathed deeply, obviously trying to keep calm or sum up for a question.
It was then Rico noticed that he had two options. Walk away and let their friendship be forever altered or try something and let their friendship be forever altered. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, or more logically Kowalski's left leg and Kowalski's right leg.
He heard the tactician draw a deep breath, ready to say something, and instinct took hold. Impulses driving him forward yet again.
He lay a finger against the parted lips, feeling the soft supple skin under the limb. The tactician stopped under the touch, breath catching in his throat and words drizzling off into nothing. The other hand slowly traced down from his ear, following the jawline right the way down to his chin. A single finger lingered underneath it, more than enough to lure his head forward those few centimetres necessary to allow their lips to connect.
Bliss soared down through his body the moment his mouth brushed the scientists, the soft skin yielding under his touch. Kowalski's head tilted slightly and Rico pushed just that little harder, force adding enough pressure to push their lips closer, kicking the soaring feeling up a notch.
He was forced to stop by a pair of palms pushing on his chest slightly. He pulled away sharply and went to retreat a good meter only to have the pushy hands turn into fists and hold him in place. Kowalski was looking past him, eyes glazed like he was trapped inside his own mind. Rico licked his lips and looked away from Kowalski's kiss swollen pair, the red heat of blush staining his neck and face scarlet.
Without warning Kowalski spoke.
"Why?" the tone was questioning and curious, but his eyes were still glazed.
Rico sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "Cuz I Wuv oo," he stated finally, hands twisting around each other, sweaty palms colliding. "How oo fee'?" He blurted out afterwards.
Kowalski blinked and the glazed look disappeared, eyes sharp and focusing again. He stopped and tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing, but vice like fists not letting go. "In all honesty I never really have it any thought…" He mused arms twitching slightly. "However I do have to say that what I just experienced was …" He trailed off, eyes flickering as he searched for the right word.
"W'erd" Rico muttered.
The scientists features softened and he smiled, one hand rising to run the back of it over his cheek. "Breath-taking." He stated.
Rico paused. A million though patterns firing at once, ideas crossing and changing, the thoughts impossible to track as he attempted to sift through what remained. It seemed an impossible task as more questions continued to moun-
Kowalski dragged him close and pressed their lips decidedly against each-others.
And again Rico's mind blanked
YAY. And I did it. But it's 4am.
The things I do for you… :D
Anyway, thank you for all the lovely reviews! And up next is the tale of how private joined the team and after that is Cipper. What is Cipper? Meh. You work it out. IT'S 4AM!
