"Y-You can leave now…" Akira frowned as Bankotsu watched TV in her living room.
"Not till the heat dies out sweetheart. My brother's paying off the cops now…once I get a call I'm out of your hair." He smiled and she frowned. "Got beer?" He stood up and walked straight by her and into the kitchen. "Touch that phone and you'll regret it!" He called from the fridge and she hung it up.
'Why here?"
"I like you." He shrugged. "Can you make me a sandwich?" He leaned in the doorway with a bottle of beer and she glared. "I have a gun." He smirked and she went by him. She growled as he tapped her and followed her into the kitchen. "Ham, please. Oh, with lettuce too….and cheese….and mayo!" He sat on the counter excitedly.
"Are you delirious?" She asked seriously.
"Nah….just hungry." He shrugged.
"Whatever…" She mumbled and finished putting together his meal.
"Ooh, Fritos?" He smiled.
"No."
"Doritos?"
"No."
"Cheetos?"
"The cabinet's that way." She pointed and went back in the living room. He came out with a bag of potato chips.
"Where's your remote?" He asked as he sipped beer and the open bag spilled down, with his other hand carrying the plate. "Shit…wanna clean that up?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No….not really…I mean, it is your house but ya know….leaving messes is pretty disgusting. I don't care for slobs." He shrugged. She rolled her eyes and picked up the chips as he sat back down. "Ooh, Total Drama Island!" He smiled and she cocked her head. He cleared his throat. "I mean…EW…Total Drama Island…I guess since there's nothing on we'll need to watch it." He scrunched his nose and she rolled her eyes.
"Fine." She sighed. "What are you doing with my phone?" She asked skeptically as he used her cell phone dial out.
"Calling myself." He smiled.
"Why?"
"So I can have your number." He winked and she blushed. "Sit down, I dun bite." He smiled and she cautiously smiled behind him. "That's what happened to my sister…she got kidnapped." He frowned.
"Oh…"
"Yeah…that bastard….he fucking did anything he could to hurt her…I'm not kidnapping you though." He smiled. "So…can I call you sometime?" He smiled.
"Are you…"
"Remember who has the gun…" He teased and her expression went blank. "Sorry; Bad joke…but really….can I?"
"No." She whispered. "You're crazy."
"No I'm not! There's just…a real lot going on right now…you're hot though. Single?"
"None of your business." She glared.
"I am." He smiled.
"Good for you." She scooted away.
"Once things calm down for me, I'll call you….Akira, right?"
"Yeah." She glared daggers.
"K…just gotta make sure I know what to store that number as." He smiled.
"What is your deal? You went from pointing a gun at my head to trying to…" She stopped when he pressed his lips against hers and pulled away.
"I like you, ok? I'm really glad I didn't take that manager." He smirked. His phone rang and he sighed. "Yo?...alright….come get me." He hung up. "That's my call dear."
"Good." She mumbled.
"I'll see you around sometime."
-
"I was looking at videos." Masumi mumbled as she walked in.
"What for?" Hiten yawned.
"Child birth…"
"You said you went for milk." His back shot up.
"I know but….I don't know what to expect and got scared and wanted to see and…"
"Masumi, chill." He sighed and sat up. "Fine, we'll watch one…."
"Thanks." She smiled.
"Make some popcorn while you're up, too."
"Popcorn? Hiten, we're watching a kid come out of a woman's…"
"Stop it! Don't wanna hear it!" He childishly blocked his ears. She rolled her eyes.
"It's just the term used to describe…."
"Dah! Dah! Dah! I can't hear you!" He yelled. She placed in the DVD and sat beside him.
"I love you." She leaned in and pecked his lips. He went to deepen the kiss but she pulled away. "It's starting!" She pointed and he rolled his eyes. She nuzzled into his chest and he wrapped his arm around her with lidded eyes, imagining how boring this would be for him.
"They're starting right at the birth?" His eyes got wide.
"Yeah…oh m….what's that coming out?" She clapped her hand over her mouth.
"Th-that's the head…" Hiten's jaw went slack.
"It's so big…"
"Damn….won't that fuck up her….thing?" He scrunched his nose.
"It's…not a thing…" Her voice trailed off.
"Its gunna explode!" He scooted to the end of the couch.
"Shut up…" She breathed heavily. The woman in the video screamed and suddenly, the baby's limp, bloody body popped out.
"It….it…." Hiten passed out on the floor.
"Hiten! Stop! It isn't funny!" She kicked his side as the video ended. "Hiten?" She kneeled beside him.
"I think I'm gunna throw up…" He whispered.
"Please don't be like that…" She whispered. He clapped his hand over his mouth and bolted out. She sighed as he slammed the bathroom door and heard the unpleasant sound of him vomiting through the door.
"I…Don't……fucking….nasty!" He yelled in between.
"You're not even the one that needs to go through it!" She yelled.
."I get….to watch!" He spit and she heard the toilet flush. He opened the door and started brushing his teeth.
"Hiten…"
"Masumi, I do not want to talk about that…ever." He glared.
"But…we still have seven or eight months and…it'll come quick and…"
"Are you coming to Manten's funeral?" He frowned.
"Can we stay on…?"
"Are you or aren't you?" He demanded.
"If you want me to…" She looked down.
"Of course I do." He tilted her chin so she faced him. "I want you there more than anyone..." He brushed his lips against hers and she closed her eyes.
"I'm home! Ew, put some clothes on." Souten glared and Masumi pulled away.
"You just ruined my chance of getting any." He glared.
"Getting what?" Souten blinked.
"Nothing." Masumi smiled and nudged him.
"Why is she back?" She asked.
"Because just…go to your room!" He barked. She sighed but obeyed.
"Hiten, she's going through a lot too…"
"Whatever, its Saturday. My family will be there so look nice." He barked and she frowned.
-
"Thanks, Ren." Bankotsu smiled.
"Whatever."
"Any dirt on Hiten?" He asked.
"Why?" Renkotsu asked skeptically.
"Just his brother's funeral." Suikotsu shrugged from the back seat.
"Who will be there?" Bankotsu smirked, already contemplating his revenge.