25 Days of Christmas
Summary: Botan based romance drabbles posted every day in December until Christmas. Crossovers are with: FMA IY DBZ YGO. Rating may change.
Rating for this chapter: T
Paring: Haru/Botan
Genre: Romance/Humor
FMC: Hello everyone, here's the Haru/Botan chapter, and once again it's a bit pervy. But hey, what do you expect with Black Haru? Anyway please read and review and I might get another chapter up today. But don't count on it.
Chapter Six: Plans
Botan's Point of View
Sometimes I think that Hatsuharu planned on aggravating me. For one, he was always staring off into space, or into fluorescent lights. Did cows normally do that? I don't know nor care, but after about an hour of blank silence, he would look at me, smile and give me some off-the-wall compliment. As nice as this was, it frustrated me that I couldn't at least predict what would happen next.
Right now though, I believe that I'm encountering Black Haru. I'm not sure though, he isn't causing havoc like the other Sohmas say, or fighting people. Nope, in fact, he seems as mellow as White Haru. Just hornier.
At the moment, he's nuzzling my neck a semi-safe distance away, increasing my heart rate to a speed that just can't be healthy. Breathlessly, I push him away and see him pout cutely.
"I thought we were together. Why can't we kiss?" His voice is serious (as it always is) and deep, but for some reason I swear it sounds like Yusuke…
"Why?" My eyebrow twitches, "We're in BLOODY STORE, Haru! You don't make out in a store!" I wave my arms around for emphasis and he sighs, loudly. Another twitch goes through my eye and I huff, continuing on with our shopping (I'm helping Tohru prepare Christmas dinner). Suddenly though, as we pass the vegetable area, Haru grabbed my wrist, spinning me around to face him, and crushed his lips against mine in bruising kiss.
I started to protest only to stop when he slipped a tongue into my mouth, yeah, this was defiantly Black Haru. White Haru didn't like to dominate (which I find hard to believe, but it's true nonetheless). I drop the small, handheld carrier on the ground and let my eyes flutter close; ignoring the staring workers and children and customers.
If this was how Black Haru always acted, I really wouldn't mind.
Sudden the kiss is over and he smirks at me, pointed innocently up to the small piece of hanging mistletoe. I huff once more; I swear Hatsuharu plans these things!
Next Chapter: Hatori/Botan