AN: Right. This is like…a come back after a year or so of abandonment. I am so sorry to anyone who has taken the pain and patience to bother following this, but I'm right about to have my life-changing finals, and if I don't get into Law I'll just kill something. Probably myself. Still, at the moment, I AM on vacation, so I'll do my best to update as much as possible in the next month or so. As well its been in my mind that I have tons of other stories I want to finish, and new ones hankering for my attention.
I have also just returned to the wonderfully held-on-hiatus world of X. I like Subaru, so I don't care. :D

Disclaimer applies as usual. Pokemon is just not mine.

Cruel Intentions

Chapter 4: Cold

We kiss
The stars
We writhe
We are

Your name
Desire
Your flesh
We are

(Static-X Cold)

Satoshi's PoV:

I had gotten it over and done with.

Dinner wasn't exactly as smooth-sailing as I had hoped. My hands were clammy and I almost bit off my own tongue due to the overwhelming embarrassment of licking his ear.

Oh God. I licked his ear. I'm still wondering where I'd pulled together the courage. Apparently, nerves make you do real stupid things.

Like lick your best friend's ear.

Okay, so he wasn't much of a best friend. Not unless they had the habit of ditching you for years on end. Right. It was pointless to think about Shigeru anymore, at least for the rest of the evening. He'd vanished to his study right after dinner, without even a polite "thank you".

Alright. Maybe it wasn't all that enjoyable for him. Well that's hardly my fault.

So maybe it is. Whatever.

…Maybe he thinks I'm clingy. Well, whatever. I AM clingy. I'm also fixated. On his ear.

"ARGH. HIS EAR."

I'm never licking anyone's ear again. Ever.

Shigeru's PoV:

When I bought myself a quiet, peaceful house, it was because it could be described by those adjectives. I don't exactly appreciate unnecessary noise. That, in my honestly wonderful opinion, is probably one of the few qualities in Satoshi that I would never ever value.

Not that he had many qualities that I valued, though. I mean, don't get me wrong. He'd grown up; that much I suppose I need to acknowledge that much. But I still hold the upper hand in this game, of course. I mean, what does poor little Jaribooi know about seducing people?

Right. So he can lick ears. So what. I'm not going to tag on "I can too" behind that thought. I'm far more mature than… this personal monologue is no longer going in the direction I want it to.

Anything directing towards Satoshi is in the wrong direction.

Slamming my book shut, I stretched tiredly. Right Shigeru. Keep telling yourself all about that upper hand you've got. The only thing I'd accomplished since I'dwalked into my study room was thinking about Satoshi.

On the couch. At the table. By my ear. Soft lips and playful tugging.

Groaning, I bury my face in my hands. Ooooh, how I hated him.

It was then that I heard a very interesting scream. It wasn't that difficult to register the contents. It was, after all, a very loud scream. It was also about me. It expressed frustration. I can assume it's about my ear.

I grinned.

So maybe…just maybe, Jaribooi isn't that grown up yet.

An Hour Later:

What was I thinking when I came downstairs? What was I smoking when I thought to come downstairs? Here I was, casually making conversation with my very unwanted guest. On the surface, of course, I was cool and calm and so very Shigeru. But that was surface. Shallow. Iceberg.

Satoshi was walking up and down and all around, sometimes playing with my very well-maintained plants, sometimes browsing through my selection of CDs; the best collection you'd find anywhere. But he never stopped conversing.

Or managing to gain footing every time I think I've had him floored.

Never had I found anyone half as worthy of my hate.

"So," I said casually as we approached the guest room, "do you really know what you're doing, Satoshi-kun?" Maybe if I treated him like a little boy, he'd respond more like the little boy I'm used to.

To my utmost albeit well-hidden horror, instead of backing away, h-he's…pressed up against me. No, Shigeru, keep your cool…

Suppressing the urge to flee far far away, I react way against my better judgement. I pin him against the door.

God and my grandfather both know how stupid I was. Am. Will always be.

Satoshi lowered his eyes in an expression of mock innocence. For a second there I was taken in (please refer to the above paragraph; it explains the lack of intelligence in my thoughts). Then the horrid little minx looked up at me with those huge gorgeous eyes of his, and I felt my breath catch.

Worse. I heard my breath catch. And judging from the faint tugging of those…er…not-all-that-luscious lips, so did he.

Score one for Satoshi.

"You want to come in, then?" His voice was teasing, the sheer insanity of his question undermined by the air of nonchalance that he stole from me.

You know, losing the Master title to him was one thing, but losing to him at this!

"Wha?" My voice didn't come out half as steadily as I would have liked it to; it trembled slightly with shocked laughter. Hey, you would be shocked too if the Epitome-of-Innocence-and-Stupidity upped and became just about everything you wanted in a lover.

Oh. No. I did not just think that.

Apparently, I haven't given him much of an answer. When I pick my jaw up from the floor, I'll try giving one. By that time, Satoshi was already standing in the opened doorway. My throat felt dry. If I said yes…

Bleh. None of this nonsense. I'm not backing away from such blatant mockery.

Schooling my features into what would, in my opinion be "smiling pleasantly", I mustered a reply.

Cool. Calm. There's my mantra.

"You've grown up, Jaribooi."

"You've noticed," he replied, smile eerily matching mine in pleasantness.

Then he slammed the door.

Right in my face.

Did I mention how much I hated him?

AN: Ok, here it is! So sorry, its not exactly a very good chapter, and I didn't bring breakfast like I promised, but there is a lot of spite. Well, let me know how it is, and once again, SORRY!