I couldn't stop myself again… this is becoming a bad habit.
"Oh my god…oh my god…"
Kagome sat leaned over the coffee table in Sango's living room with her head in her hands. She rocked slightly in her sitting position of the floor. The glass beneath her elbows was frosted over slightly from her rapid breathing on it during her panic. However in the background, laughter rang through the halls. Sango was currently rolling on the floor holding her sides with both arms. Kohaku leaned on the doorframe that led to the kitchen. His arms were crossed against his chest and he could only lift his eyebrows in amused shock at his sister's outburst. And even he couldn't restrain the chuckle that was drawn out by her asinine antics.
Kagome though was another story. A major scowl spurned her features and she grumped against the foot of the couch. Her normally pale skin looked almost green. Kohaku felt sorry for her so he left the women, who a stranger would never guess were both twenty two, in their privacy of the living room. As the silent boy climbed the stairs he heard chortles and snickers erupt loudly once again in the room followed by a slap. Kohaku sighed and shook his head as his ears told him of the scuffling occurring in their living room. He'd have to remember to come back and break it up later. Some days he wondered who the older sibling was.
Kagome straddled Sango's waist and grabbed her wrists pushing them against the floor. But before she could get ultimate control on her bearings to properly pin her friend, the crafty woman bucked her hips upward and to the right. A surprised cry escaped Kagome before she went over board to just barely miss the sitting chair with her head. Ebony hair fell messily everywhere as its owner struggled to see through the thick sea of black. Sango rolled over onto her knees and wrapped a hand around Kagome's ankle with the other trying to tame the girl's viciously kicking knee. Kagome wriggled free and twisted out of Sango's grip, but ended up tripping over the area carpet that was wrinkled from their brawl. The two, still tangled up somehow, tumbled head over feet and landed, luckily, on the clean laundry still in the bags sitting in the foyer, three steps down from the sitting room. Kagome wasn't so lucky because it was Sango that landed on her with an 'oomph.' Sango released the breath she had been holding to snigger.
Between the shaking laughs Sango managed to spit out, "How characteristic."
Kagome pushed the still laughing girl off her and jumped the three stairs. Kagome grabbed and pillow from a chair and turned with it hidden behind her back.
"It would be just like you to trip…and pull me with you."
Sango ducked as the silk upholstered pillow flew at her hand. The cushion rebounded off her back into a wall and the rumble would have commenced once again if the referee hadn't intervened.
"Kohaku,
you're in a war zone!" Kagome shouted.
"Yeah, we'll take
no responsibilities for any casualties!" Sango returned.
"Bakas,
that's enough! Clean this room up…NOW."
Kagome and Sango cowered in shock and slight anxiety. Quiet, kind, little Kohaku had just yelled at them and got away with it unscathed. Kagome's face drooped into a pout as her bottom lip stuck out and Sango grumbled about pesky little brothers spoiling all the fun. Kohaku stood there a few more moments to make sure the two adolescents wouldn't start it up again. But eventually he went back upstairs to his room to finish studying.
"We're so childish
sometimes."
"Yeah Sango-chan, but that's half our charm!"
Sango had plopped down onto the couch with Kagome following after her. Their shoulders touched as they both slapped their hands onto the remote at the same time. A glint sparked in Sango's eye as a mischievous smirk lighted her face.
"I'll play you for
it."
"Alright, what game?"
…And all was silent…until…
"HAH! That shit's mine!"
"DAMN!
YOU'RE SUCH A CHEATER!"
"AM NOT!"
"ARE SO!"
"NOT
UH! MY HAND WAS SO UNDER YOURS!"
"Tch. Like I'll believe a
cheater like YOU."
"WHAT! OI YOU LITTLE BRAT COME BACK WITH
MY CARDS!"
Kagome ceased her sprint out of the room sighing
and dodged missing Sango's bull charge after her.
"What….are
we doing…"
For the two of them, it was a normal Sunday evening. The week had passed quickly and Kagome had spent the majority gritting her teeth while playing phone tag with Miroku. She had told a few white lies saying that she hadn't been in her office therefore never setting an exact date for them to go to the hospitals for interviews of the patients. Kagome was looking forward to this, but not going with Miroku. Perhaps she was overdoing it and maybe she should give him another chance, but his first impression didn't exactly make her want to see him immediately. Kagome couldn't avoid him forever, but she could stall a little longer for her sanity. They had finally agreed on Monday morning…which is tomorrow.
They both walked back from the kitchen tiredly. Sango and Kagome fell to their knees on opposites sides of the glass coffee table, laughing as they usually do when in each other's company. The playing cards slipped emptily from their fingers. Each card was bent in a boomerang curve from their frustration of deciding who had won that pile of cards. The game could be so intense if the participants wanted it to be and it wasn't always clear who had won. Each player lays down a card and you slap on doubles, like two sixes in a row. You also slap on sandwiches which is a double surrounding another card, like six queen six. But there were many combinations and the two girls always ended up memorizing the order of both of their decks. It would come down to whose pinky was under whose or which fingernail was closer to the center. Kagome and Sango were just a 'little' competitive and hard headed, so the game would escalate to yelling and arguing. But the two always chopped it off as getting rid of the tension of the day and blowing off steam.
"Want to play again?"
"ERS?
Always!"
…And the chaos begins anew…
-.- . -.- . -.
"Konnichi'wa."
It was Monday morning, the beginning of only her second week of her internship. It was fantastic and today she was going to visit the patients in the hospital. Kagome smiled as she walked into the bustling office building. Her grin widened when she spotted Jakotsu standing by the elevator.
"Ohayou, Kagome-san."
"Onegai, just
Kagome."
"Hai, as you wish."
Kagome couldn't stop the blush streaking red across her cheeks just like the sunrise this morning. Even though she knew Jak was completely and totally gay, he was just so charming. And Kagome began to suspect that he did that on purpose. He did it nearly everyday and seemed to do all he could to get a rise out of her. Of course it was only fun and games, but sometimes it was embarrassing.
"Dochirahe, Jakotsu-san?"
"Eraidesune!"
"So…your date went well on
Saturday?"
At the childish ruby-tint to his cheeks Kagome laughed. It was too cute. And for once she was not the one embarrassed and staring at her shoes, though he did have great taste in shoes.
"Ah chiyuu, how the tables have turned."
Jakotsu huffed, but hurried after his walking companion.
"That was a little harsh." He folded his arms across his chest in defiance and partly also to keep his stern tone instead of the usual playful timbre.
"Gomen ne, Jak-kun, but just a little payback for all those times you've done it to me." Kagome smiled kindly and Jakotsu shrugged thinking no more of it.
Over the passed few days, the two had become rather close. Kagome had readily accepted him and his sexual choices in stride as if it was just a walk in the park. Jakotsu had been surprised how laid back Kagome had been. Even some of his closest friends had looked at him weird, but this girl just smiled. She then complemented him on being true to himself and for being brave enough to show it for the world to see. Of course after that the entire department had been looking at her strangely since there were only four others and they were all nosey. The woman then 'eep'ed and dove back down into her cubicle ignoring the collective chuckle on her behalf.
"So, you're meeting him
today right? I think you've put it off long enough."
"…Hai
okaa, I'm going."
"Iiko."
"Ha-ha."
Jakotsu waved her off as he left to enter in his own office. This was becoming a tradition between them. The first two times had just been to make sure she didn't get lost because let's just face it Kagome could be empty-headed at times. That wasn't to say she wasn't smart for she was quite the clever little turtle. She'd beat him like the tortoise and the hare. He shoved his hands into his pockets and chuckled. Kagome had made that reference yesterday and it was still fresh in his mind.
The smart little twit had said it because she'd caught him sleeping, in his almost too comfortable desk chair with the sun warming his face, and she had already completed her part of the assignment. They both had decided that since they both were on the same assignment, which was reading over the files of the patients with the unknown illness, that they would split up the load and then converse. Both had to be knowledgeable on the subjects and this way it wouldn't take days, only one or possibly two with Jakotsu as her partner. Kagome was finished and he hadn't even gotten passed the first of six patients, twelve in all. Her new found cohort had just smiled and grabbed three more of his load before closing his door.
Jakotsu had walked out the door about to steal them back when she offered another compromise. Since she found it actually interesting, she'd take half of his reading and then he would have to take her out for lunch. And man, it was the best thirty dollars he ever spent. Jakotsu wanted to help people, naturally or he wouldn't be in this field, but he preferred the research and experimental part. That was his job, not briefing and memorizing patients' profiles.
Jakotsu entered his office to find the blinds drawn and the lights out. His brows knitted in confusion as he turned to hit the light switch, when two candles lit themselves on his desk. There in his too comfortable chair was an oh-so-handsome Bankotsu in a stylish black Armani with a red dress shirt. Jakotsu blinked when he felt something land at his feet and when he bent down to pick it up, he smiled playfully. He lifted his gaze over the desk and brought the object back to his desired crush. Jakotsu sat on the edge of his own desk and pulled Bankotsu closer by the collar of his shirt. He then slipped the black tie around his neck and tied the knot efficiently as much practice deemed him capable.
"You're no Julia Roberts and you're wearing too many layers…but you'll do."
Bankotsu smiled roguishly, the grin a little crooked as the little quirk only added to his gruff allure. His leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees and his hands clasped beneath his chin. He appeared to be thoughtful in manner as his lips touched downward in a slight frown.
"Hmm…I suppose I am wearing too many clothes."
"Well
we can fix that, but Ban why are you in my office in a tux no
less?"
"I have a surprise for you my secret admirer."
Jakotsu flushed the crimson tinge obvious even in the flickering candle light of the room. Actually it only amplified his appeal to Bankotsu because the darkened color on his cheeks gave a different shadow in the light. So now two colors coated his skin, it was damn sexy and Bankotsu still couldn't get over the nickname this tiger insisted on calling him. No one before had called him 'Ban' only 'Kotsu' or 'Su.' It was refreshing.
Jakotsu felt his face increased its flamed ferocity. Over the past two or three months, Jakotsu had sent Bankotsu some anonymous letters. Inside were contained poems, a few scenes he wrote for stories, though these were unedited, and also a few pencil, possibly ink, sketches some being of Bankotsu that even with Jak's high standards actually weren't that bad. But he never gave any clue as to his identity. In fact he never would have if Kagome hadn't persuaded him to confront Bankotsu and ask him out on a date that Saturday, even if it was late notice. And to his astonishment his long-time crush had agreed with that handsome smile, directed only at him. Jakotsu practically swooned, not really, but it would have been funny if he did.
-Wait a second…Kagome…-
It was in that instant that her words
from this morning circled in his head.
'Just a little payback
for all those time you've done it to me.'
Bankotsu watched his tiger amusedly as he slowly stalked his pondering prey. Bankotsu walked around the man who was obviously not really paying attention or he would have seen Ban moving from the desk chair to behind him.
Jakotsu jumped when strong arms folded around his chest. A smooth cheek pressed itself to his neck just below his jaw. The warm breath blew down the curve as Ban's nimble tongue ran a line down the shell of Jakotsu's ear. The man shivered and leaned further into his crush's embrace. Ban's bangs intertwined in his and his long braid fell over his opposite shoulder.
"You're taking a day off."
Ban was Jak's boss so he very well couldn't complain even if he wanted to. Not that he ever would especially if it involved this sort of treatment. Jakotsu couldn't help, but feel lucky. Bankotsu could probably have anyone he wanted, whether it be male or female. But he set this train of thought aside for later use as he gave a sound tug on the braid he found in his grasp after cascading over his shoulder. Jakotsu turned his head to the left just in time to catch Bankotsu's surprised lips in a gentle caress.
"Is that an order?"
Jakotsu found himself panting from that simple peck on the lips. This man had too much of an effect on him, but then it had been that way for nearly half a year by just his presence so why would his kiss be any different? Bankotsu really had been too shocked by, most likely, his bold action to respond fully, but Jak could feel the stretching of his neck as he leaned the slightest bit further into his touch.
Bankotsu blinked, before closing his indigo eyes to fully imprint the feeling into his memory. The butterfly pressure against his lips was soft and enticing while also filling his being with a strange comforting warmth. The touch decreased and it took Ban a second to realize that Jak's mouth had left his. This left Ban with a sense of emptiness as the heat left his skin as if seeping from his very pores.
-I've been with so many…but I've never felt this way with anyone. Why him?-
Ban looked into the purplish black depths and fell into them. The winding lines of black pigment surrounding the pupil like a starburst. The deep violet with the small specks of lighter lavender spanning its darker counterpart randomly was entirely distracting. Bankotsu rested his hands on either side of Jak's face dragging them slowly down to rest under his ears he pressed his lips against Jakotsu's once again.
"Hai."
Bankotsu's voice was deeper and laced with a need Jakotsu had never experienced from the man. Jakotsu stood up still shorter than the other man, but Bankotsu turned and left the office turning on the lights as he left. Jakotsu felt his heart sink, did he do something wrong? But his qualms were squashed when Ban threw a few single words over his shoulder.
"Grab your coat."
Jakotsu touched a hand to his suit jacket and tilted his head in confusion. His eyes turned to the coat rack in the corner spotting his black Italian leather jacket hanging there.
-How did that get there?-
Jak's mind rewound to remember last Friday afternoon. It was a short conversation with Kagome as they stepped out of the office building. A fierce wind had been blowing and silly her she forgot her jacket apparently. She pleaded to borrow his since he drove his car to work and she had to walk a few blocks to the train and then even further to her apartment.
He scowled, but Jak still slipped the nicely fitted black jacket from his shoulders leaving the medium blue dress shirt. The tie left his neck to sit around one of the pegs of the rack under his coat. Good thing he had decided to go a bit casual wearing nice khakis instead of the normal slacks. Jakotsu blew out the candles and switched off the light. The leather jacket was put on as he left and locked his office. Jakotsu turned his head in Kagome's direction to find that clever woman leaning on the wall of her cubicle office her head resting on her arms. The most victorious and cunning smirk played on her lips as she waved jubilantly wiggling her fingers juvenilely at him. Jak heard Ban's door open and shut, the lock turning. He turned to observe Bankotsu appreciating the view of the maroon red dress shirt, lacking a tie, along with a black trench coat that fell to just below his knees.
Jakotsu smiled and winked at Kagome
as he followed his co-worker out of the building. Bankotsu was as
always straight faced, but no one could deny the determined bend in
his eye brow and the firm tilt of his lips. When the elevator doors
shut the entire department, the four other people, stood up and
applauded. Kagome blushed as she sat back down and prepared to leave
to meet Miroku. Kagome shook her head…she had to actually shush the
other people and keep them from peering in the small windows in
Jakotsu's door or listening with their ears against it. It was
almost ridiculous had it not been funny. Apparently the tension
between the two had been obvious to everyone, but the two
star-crossed lovers. It was an opportunity Kagome couldn't pass up.
Not only would she be setting up two people who obviously liked each
other, but she could get revenge for the embarrassment Jak always
gave her, though he seemed more happy than humiliated. Her revenge
attempt was 'foiled' or rather backfired, but Kagome was soft hearted
and she'd rather see his smile than mortified. A happy tune hummed
in her throat as she gathered her stuff in a backpack.
-Time to
meet Miroku. He should already be downstairs.-
This...I don't know what this is, but I just can't stop writing. There may be another chapter out tomorrow if not later on tonight, but very late if tonight.
HEY! Anyone mind yaoi (male-male), because I can exclude that...it would be a lemon between Jak and Ban, for your information. Anyway let me know.
Words to know:
Dochirahe-
How are you?
Eraidesune- Great! Good!
Chiyuu- friend
Okaa-
slang for mother
Iiko- good girl (or boy)
