25 Days of Christmas

Summary: Botan based romance drabbles posted every day in December.

Rating for this chapter: T

Genre: Romance/Humor

Paring: Kakashi/Botan

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or Naruto!

Author's Note: Kakashi's pervy and Botan's not gonna take it. Heh, tomorrow I shall try the nearly impossible feat of uploading 11 chapters. I'll start in the morning and just upload a chapter every one or two hours… and then I'll be done!

Chapter Twenty-Two: Touch
Botan's POV

I wandered aimlessly around the park for a bit before stopping to lean with my side against a cold tree. I was suppose to wait in this village (Konoha I believe) until Yusuke and the others came back from capturing Uchiha Sasuke. It was apparently some deal struck up with Koenma-sama and Sarutobi-san, although I'm not sure what Koenma-sama will receive.

I didn't really mind though. This park was so nice, especially during this winter season. No view could compare to frost around the edges of dried, red and brown leaves first thing in the morning, or grass which was shiny and sparkly with dew, covered with a light mist to give everything a surreal aura.

Nobody was around, spare one woman pushing a pram along the path a good distance away from me, so the area felt tranquil and calm. The sun hadn't come up yet, which meant that the park still looked kind of gloomy. This was good. When the sun would eventually come up, it would be bright and intrusive.

The mist would be rid of, the grass would be free of dew and the frost would disappear in an instant. The leaves wouldn't make that satisfying crunching sound when I trod on them, and there wouldn't be any wet grass left to soak the ends of my jeans and make my shoes shiny, probably trying to get into my socks so I would get ill. I didn't really care about getting ill; a cold could easily be cured within a few days if you kept warm and took medicine. I just enjoyed the atmosphere here at this time, and wasn't around to enjoy it very often seeing as Rekai doesn't have snow. It was to be reveled in; I inhaled deeply and blew the air out through my mouth. It was nice to be able to see my breath in front of me. I closed my eyes and took an even deeper breath.

This breath, however, was let out with a startled exclamation as someone slapped me on the tush. One of my hands went straight to my bum and during the moment of shock, in which I was unable to move, I wondered who the hell had had the nerve to do that.

It confused me for the split second, after which I decided that I could easily turn around and see who the culprit was. I also decided that I wouldn't wait to see who it was before dishing out the punishment; whoever it was deserved it. As soon as my surprise had turned to anger, which didn't take very long I can assure you, the hand that wasn't on my rump turned into a fist and was swung round in the assumed direction of the target's face.

The target was more or less met. I was awfully pleased about it too, don't ask me why. Something about knocking out perverts just gives you a satisfied swell of the heart. All the pain in my knuckles from the violent blow instantly became worth it. I even allowed a malicious grin to spread across my face when I saw the sheer amount of pain he was in, as well as the astonishment and displeasure. I had hit him square in the jaw, and I hoped with everything I had that it would leave a bruise. I enjoyed inflicting bruises in visible places on people who pissed me off. More then likely a trait from being around Yusuke.

He was looking up me from his sideways slouched over position, his hand clutching his jaw. I was able to get a good look then. More then half of his face was covered in a mask, and he was wearing the traditional Jonin clothing. His hair defied gravity much like Hiei's, except it was a silver-grey color and slanted to the left. He was somewhat pale and had something that was a vivid orange in his jacket pocket.

For a second he looked as if he might hit me back, then seemed to change his mind and settled for standing up straight with his arms by his sides, staring at me. He was very tall when he stood up straight, and I'm sure that to others he would have seemed very intimidating. I glared.

"…That was a bit uncalled for, wasn't it?"

I resisted the urge to hit him once more. Uncalled for? That was as uncalled for as World War Two! I managed, however, to keep my cool.

"Not in the slightest."

He sighed. "You know it was. If you apologize now, I might forgive you." His voice drawled in a non-committed way.

I raised an eyebrow. I turned so my back was to him and leaned against the tree again. "To be perfectly honest, I couldn't care less whether you forgive me or not."

"What's your problem?"

"My problem?" My head turned back to face him.

"Yes. Your problem."

"My problem is you just grabbed my bloody arse! What the hell am I supposed to do? Let a pervert like you get away with it?" He grinned sheepishly (I think anyways… damn mask) and rubbed the back of his head.

"The women in Icha Icha Paradise do." He stated calmly and I scowled. I swear if I had Keiko's superhuman strength, I'd strangle the pervert.

"Women in the real world don't." I reply before storming away from the park, lest I beat this man down.

I don't know why, but I expected some type of dramatic scream to stop me. Or for this mystery man to grab me and kiss me passionately. Or something cheesy and romantic like that. But the truth is nothing happened. I never saw him again and the mission to find the Uchiha boy was a bust, so we left a few weeks later.

And although he was a perverted man, I can't help but have a daydream or two about him every now and then. Hey, what can a girl say? He was pretty sexy… I almost even regret hitting him.

"…That was a bit uncalled for, wasn't it?"

And then I remember what he did and said, and for some reason I feel like punching the next person I see in the face…

Next chapter: One of the Bleach dudes/Botan