Underlying Personalities.
A Get Backers Fan Fiction
By: Cauryn Terenkey.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Get Backers characters.
Two months, it had been a full two months since they had gotten serious. Natsumi could hardly believe it, and she smiled happily to herself. She had bought a whole new outfit with Yuki's help for this night, because it was special. It was their official two month anniversary, and Natsumi was nervous as a new bride. She fingers the frilly black miniskirt she was wearing, adjusting her v-neck, blood red strapless top covered by a long-sleeved, see-through black top. She tapped her foot just to be sure that the knee high combat boots were fitting right. She wondered for a moment why she was so nervous, then nearly smacked herself on the forehead. She was bringing Akabane home tonight to meet her father! No wonder she was so fidgety, how had she forgotten?
"You may want to mind your cleavage dear."
Natsumi squealed as a pair of arms encircled her waist. She recognized Akabane's cologne immediately, and relaxed.
"Akabane! Don't do that!!" Natsumi scolded, gently smacking his arm. Akabane chuckled, but didn't relinquish his hold. She was so easy to sneak up on, at least for him. He didn't know about anyone else.
"How about we go and eat?" He asked. Natsumi sighed.
"If I must…" She said, faking dejection. Akabane smirked.
"There is always something else we can do." He said, smirking suggestively. Natsumi felt herself color brightly as she giggled nervously.
"That's okay." She laughed, holding his hand. He only ever took his gloves off when he was alone with her, never in public. It was a shame really, she enjoyed holding his hand when he wasn't wearing them.
The pair walked for some time, talking about what had happened in their time apart. It was surprising how much Akabane had to complain about with his job, and Natsumi always let him talk without interrupting. She had found out much about the Transport service this way, and had come to understand it quite a bit.
"I apologize my dear, am I boring you?" Akabane asked, smiling down at her.
"Not in the slightest, Natsumi smiled back. She looked back at the street, wondering where they were going to dinner. Akabane had said he wanted it to be a surprise, and he stuck by that, as not a moment later, her vision was obscured by his oversized hat. Natsumi stopped, fumbling with the object as Akabane chuckled, leaving his hand on her head, pinning the hat there.
"Fine, you win you creep." Natsumi huffed. Akabane smirked at this.
"It's only for a little bit, my dear. I did say I wanted to surprise you." He smiled. The only negative thing about this was that he couldn't see her pouting face. Well, you win some you lose some, and he did get to hear her complain the entire way to the restaurant.
By the time they reached the restaurant, Akabane was smiling at Natsumi's antics, And smirked at the look on her face when he removed his hat to place it on his head again. Natsumi gaped at the restaurant, amazed. She then glomped Akabane.
"I love French food!" She squealed.
"I know. This is one of the best in Tokyo. Very high ratings." Akabane said as he placed a hand on the small on her back, assuring her inside. He gave his name to the Host, and they were led to a small booth in the back. They enjoyed them selves for quite awhile, Talking about work, where they would go on their next date, both avoiding talka bout Natsumi's father. Best not to get nervous just yet.
About an hour later, They stood, ready to go. Upon leaving the building, Natsumi turned to head for her apartment, but Akabane stoped her.
"And just where do you think you are going?" He asked, a smirk playing with the corners of his mouth. "The night is still young."
"We're going somewhere else?" Natsumi asked in surprise. She couldn't remember agreeing on somewhere else.
"Yes, my dear." Akabane smiled. Natsumi loved it when he smiled for real, it was usually only around her, so that made her feel like she was all the more special to him.
"Where is it?"
"You'll see."
"You wont cover my eyes again, will you?'
"No, I wont." Akabane chuckled. "But I assure you, you will enjoy it. I used to go in my younger days."
"These are your younger days, silly." Natsumi giggled, latching onto his arm.
"If you prefer to see it that way." Akabane smiled.
;*;
Natsumi stared. It was a club, and a big one at that, stationed below and above ground. She could hardly breathe fro the shock of walking right into an odd m ix of smoke, flashing and neon lights, old music and…
"You used to swing dance?" Natsumi asked in surprise, looking up at Akabane. He merely smiled and pulled her deeper inside, where old regulars seemed to recognize Akabane and greeted him like they had seen each other the previous night. Natsumi had never seen Akabane like this before, he removed his hat, coat and gloves all in record time, and talked easily with old friends.
"An' who, may I ash, is this pretty thang'?" Asked a man, already drunk.
"Natsumi." Akabane said, a possessive hand on her shoulder.
"Aye, all yours dude." The drunk grinned. "Congrats!"
"C-mon Shin, gotta go home, okay?" A girl with short black hair tugged on his arm, leading him out.
"Okay.. Okay…"
Natsumi almost giggled at this, letting herself be led to a vacant table in a corner, obviously still reserved for Akabane as he smiled at old carvings.
"I came here almost every night, I would slip out of the fortress and come here. It is one reason I became so adept at fighting."
"But do you think I can do this?" Natsumi asked. "I've never danced like this before, and they seem to be moving rather fast."
"Don't fret my dear. I can handle the both of us."
"But my boots-"
"Look." Akabane gestured toward the crowd on the dancing floor, and Natsumi saw quite a few odd outfits. "This is a club, mind you, people do as they please, and remember, I was once a beginner here as well, also dressed inappropriately for the type of dancing." Natsumi smiled as he said this, and let him lead her to the dance floor.
It was to Akabane's through enjoyment to watch Natsumi struggle to learn the movements, going as fast as they were, and he felt himself relax as he hadn't for many years as he fell back into the routine he had loved so much back then. Natsumi caught on quickly, watching his movements, moving her legs to his as she also observed their fellows. She fell into the style quickly, soon performing the little stunts. Akabane kept them well away from the other dancers easily, leaving them room to try the bigger stunts. He grinned when she did a handstand, her back to him. Wrapping his arms around her middle, Akabane lifted her right side up so she was sitting on his shoulders, smirking slightly when he registered the direction she was sitting in, then ducked his head as Natsumi leaned down over his back. He let her drop, holding one leg with the corresponding arm, reaching his free hand between his legs to catch her hands as she moved smoothly out to finish the stunt.
Natsumi was laughing her head off as she used Akabane's arms to steady her, but there was one tiny difference that made her freeze. His right arm was stiff, like it was bandaged.
"Akabane, are you okay?" She asked in alarm, feeling the stiffness all the way up to his elbow. Akabane smiled, and led her off of the dance floor, ignoring her many questions. Natsumi finally fell silent as Akabane led her up a staircase that obviously led to the top of the building. She let herself be pulled along, Still worried about his arm. He turned to her when they gained the roof with a smile.
"Do not fret, my dear, I am fine." he said. Natsumi gave him a disbelieving look as he intertwined his fingers with hers. They aimlessly walked along the roof, and Natsumi relaxed, her head resting on his shoulder. Akabane loved the little moments they had like this, and found himself wishing to continue having them. He chuckled to himself, wondering what had happened to this cold-blooded killer known as Dr. Jackal. No one had ever controlled him, or told him what to do, yet this tiny girl had him wrapped around her delicate finger.
They came to the far edge of the building, and leaned against the wall that acted as a guard rail. Akabane waited, not realizing he was holding his breath, as Natsumi looked out over the city, then, just out of wanting to see more, she looked down and froze. Akabane swore his heart stopped at that moment, and he had never felt more tense than then, waiting for her to look up, and say something.
Natsumi looked up at Akabane, her eyes welling over with tears, then back to the awning, then back to him, and this time he had dug a ring out of his pocket. She now knew the words were serious as he shifted his sleeve to reveal the bandage with a line or red showing where he had cut, and she looked down again.
WILL YOU MARRY ME?
The words written in blood, his blood, were real. Natsumi started to cry again, covering her mouth with her hands, now smiling through her tears as she nodded. Akabane couldn't believe the relief he felt as Natsumi let him place the ring on her finger. It was all he could do to not to squeeze her when she hugged him. How happy could one man get? He wondered.
Natsumi broke away from Akabane, drying her eyes. "Lets go see Daddy, we gotta let him know for sure now!" She laughed. Akabane smiled as put an arm around her.
"I quite agree."
Okay, DON'T SHOOT!!!! *ducks for cover* Now, I know a swing dancing Akabane isn't the norm, but my sister mentioned it, and since he's acting a bit out of character, why not? Not much is known about Akabane's past as far as I'm concerned. But anyway, here's a link to an awesome vid on you tube. WATCH THE WHOLE THING! The move he and Natsumi do is in this one, it's hard to miss. Besides, these people kick ass at swing dancing!
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