02: Anticipation
Another monster chapter again...though it's a bit smaller, haha! This chapter is still a bit of slow burn, so we're getting there! :)
He wanted to fidget before his own girlfriend, the quilt of the kotatsu table seemed to fray a little from his own excess heat with the news he feared she would be unhappy to hear. Kagome took on an impassive look, showing nothing that rested on her mind of his recent transgression. Genos didn't much like her current expression, preferring her smiles to that, but there was little to be done about it.
At least he looked normal now, giving no reason for her to laugh at him again. That had been utterly humiliating.
"I'll become a hero." Genos declared, battling the nervousness gnawing his consciousness. At Kagome's doubtful expression he continued, "That is, if it's okay with you. I want to involve you in my decisions as much as possible. Saitama-sensei recommended I take part in the Hero Association certification exam to be a professional hero with him."
A good topic starter if any. The doctor's advice still rang in his ears, and Genos intended to follow through.
Kagome stared at him blankly, "Since when were you interested in becoming a hero?"
"Since yesterday." Might as well be honest.
Kagome glared, "Fail." She then picked a bit of dust on her shirt, "You only want to be a hero because he does." Her gaze slid over to his form, "If you're going to do something than do it because you want to, not because you're asked or told to." Her hand fell to her lap.
"I still don't get why you want to leave. It's not like I've held you back."
Time for a heart to heart, he supposed, where he was to confess everything, "I wanted to do better for you," Genos curled in his fingers into the knees of his jeans, "in every way...and that means that I should give you some space." The latter part wasn't what he wanted to say, but what he needed to do. He knew he was hovering over her at nearly every turn and that wasn't fair to her. The doctor insisted time to time again that he needed to give her some breathing room. Absence makes the heart grow fonder sort of thing. Not that Genos agreed with it. He needed to see her. He needed to hear from her. She was the very air he breathed.
Kagome grimaced, but gave a nod to encourage him to continue.
Genos tilted his head, "I've came to realization that chasing after revenge wasn't...all that healthy for me. And being a Hero is the essentially the same thing that I, we, have already been doing before. I get paid for performing my duties and I can still continue my searches, only with less drive for it." He rolled his shoulders with a deep breath, "I've also realized that I have been...inconsiderate of you as well and that was not fair to you."
"Geez you think?" Kagome quipped.
Stiffening at her cold response, Genos rolled to his feet, startling her at his sudden action. He took few steps around the table, and propped down to his knees next to Kagome, causing a breeze to blast into her face. She glared, twisting her waist to see him fully and even inched away from him for some space.
Not allowing that to happen Genos took her hand and stared at her fiercely, "I want you to know that there is nothing that I won't do for you." He gripped her hand tighter and took a deep breath again, "I've been so focused on trying to do better that I failed to realize how much I hurt you in the process."
Kagome pulled into her bottom lip and gnawed them as he cupped her head and pressed her forehead against the steel plate of his chest. Her fingers rubbed the cloth over the indents of his air vents. Small puffs of warm air rose and brushed across her cheeks. Oh, how she missed this. Genos tangled his arms around her back and pressed her body harder against him, molding her with his form.
"I will never abandon you," His arms tightened and the vents became warmer, air dancing across her skin, "I want you to know that. Even if I'm going to move out that you will always be my number one priority. In fact," He pulled back to grasp her face between his hands, "The only reason why I'm moving is because I'm putting you first. I need to deal with my own issues." A metal thumb traced the lines of her cheekbone, "I want you to be happy Kagome. I can only give that to you if I do this."
His voice dropped, "Will you trust me with this? Will you still trust in our future?"
She nodded, ignoring the tiny tears glimmering across her eyelashes, and pressed her lips against his gently, "I always have."
Genos smiled, almost brightly, "So, should I continue on with taking the certification exam?" He brushed across a thumb below an eye, to wash away a runaway tear. Guilt tapped his chest, but he refused it access. He didn't like tears, but this isn't a case to be guilty about.
Removing herself from Genos' body she burrowed herself in her cushion into a proper sitting position, and Kagome lifted her shoulders with her chest, before whooshing a large burst of air from her mouth. She set her face impassive again, "Yeah, sure. I don't see why not. It's not really any different than what we were doing before, wasn't it?"
He didn't free his hands from her face, though he did crook his head in thought, "There are some minor differences, but the goals are the same. Capture or end any and all those who create chaos or with malicious intentions against any one individual, group, city, or earth itself. And we'd get paid for it too." Genos thought back further on his recent research, "Payment varies depending what rank the Hero is and how active they are...the lowest payment goes to the lowest rank, which is C, plus the lowest activity. The highest goes to the highest rank, which is S, plus the highest activity. The amount they will get-"
Kagome interrupted, pressing a finger on his lips to pause his speech, "Genos, dear. You are rambling again."
"Oh."
She smiled, lowering her hand from Genos' face, "Well, there's that…" Her eyes darkened, tugging at her low collar to tease him and bowed her spine, "And there might be more payment later. Though you'll still have to work for it."
Genos moved towards her, lowering his limbs to her waist. He really wanted to take her up on her offer but there was just a little something that stopped him. He scooted closer and kneeled over her hips, his lips just a breath away from hers, "I want you to know that regardless of the situation I'll be here as much as you need me to be." He overlapped his lips firmly over hers, the hands clasping firmly on her hips, "I'm only one phone call away."
Kagome locked her arms around his neck and twisted her fingers together, "I know." With that she pulled him on top of her and nothing was said anymore.
She made Genos promise that he would deliver news in person, rather than calling or texting her. Kagome would rather hear it from his own mouth. When he left to attend to his new mentor and to the exams, the apartment settled uneasily in his absence and the quiet blanketed over her. When Genos said he wouldn't bother her he meant it. And she knew how hard it was for him to keep quiet.
Kagome found that she was too used to hearing Genos fussing with his household chores and the smell of bleach that permeated even into most surfaces. Without these her home seemed to have grayed, lifeless. She wondered how she could handle his absence at a longer period.
Genos was obsessed with accomplishing every chore in existence, just to keep his hands busy (or so he said-it was some kind of habit he picked up some months after they moved in together as roommates. That was before they became involved in an official relationship too—so she still had no idea what triggered that particular habit). He left her only the cooking to take care of—and that was because even he would have to acknowledge her foods were better. Kagome admitted that it made her feel pretty lazy and pampered. Without him she would have to start learning how to care of her daily chores again.
She rolled over on her couch, with the intention to finish her movie. It was the second to last movie of the classic horror marathon she was bingeing on, to keep her mind off her boyfriend. Her untouched tea was long since went cold and the coffee table was empty of its usual bowl of popcorn. Kagome wasn't hungry. Hadn't been since breakfast, which was well over seven hours ago when Genos was around.
Her eyes glanced at the time on her eerily silent phone, and she tugged on her tank top, swallowing a thick fluid that made its way to the top of her throat. It was almost time. Something skittish rested in her belly, becoming more excited closer the number ticked to the appointed time Genos said he would return.
When the scene where the lone heroine would finally fall to the masked male's chainsaw, which would always follow that particular picture she would skip (it involved the body being violated into pieces, which Kagome squicked out at. Stupid horror trope), she heard the door unclicking. Kagome paused the movie, and took to her feet, watching the door open.
Genos slumped at the sight of her, clad still in her pajamas, and smiled, "Hi, babe. I'm home." He opened his arms, and sighed when her body crashed into his. He pressed his lips into the crown of her ebony locks, "I've made it to Class S with perfect scores." He hummed when she put her lips on his skin.
"Congratulation, babe." Kagome murmured against Genos' cheek, feeling his hands twisting at her spine and felt almost breathless at his tightening hug, "I knew you could get a pretty good rank."
Genos nuzzled into the crook of her neck, "The exams were too easy. Pitifully easy...It was an complete injustice what they did to the sensei!" His eyes lighted, scowling at the memory of the letter C on the paper.
Kagome cocked her head upwards and placed her lips against his, soothing away his anger.
"What'd they do?" She whispered against the skin of his mouth.
He let out a low grunt, "They made him C-Class."
Batting away the warmth of spite settling in her heart, Kagome blinked, "Oh? But didn't you say he was powerful?"
"He scored perfectly on the physical exam." Genos muttered, "In fact, I heard the council claiming he was the strongest they ever had on record."
Kagome paused, "But then why did they make him C-Class? If he's strong then there would be no need for him to start so low." Inwardly she was somewhat happy—whether her boyfriend knew it or not, it validated her belief that he was strong enough as he was and didn't need a mentor.
But, then again, Genos had been a little less reckless than before...For his sake Kagome would still give this Saitama-sensei a chance.
Genos shrugged at her question. He didn't have any answer to that. The written exam was ridiculously easy, considering all it asked were moral questions-and he still couldn't get the idea of how Saitama-sensei could have possibly failed that. Pushing away the Hero Association's callous treatment of his mentor for another day, Genos had something else in mind.
Kagome gave a pointed look, feeling a cold mechanical thumb curling underneath the elastic of her pants below her spine. She huffed and swatted at his chest, "You're insatiable! You know that?"
The cyborg grunted. He lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist, making carrying her over the couch that much easier. She let out a squeal of laughter as he let her back drop onto the cushions. His body was quickly on top of hers as his mouth started to suck on the skin at the crook of her neck and shoulder.
"Would you have me any other way?" Genos replied through heavy breaths. She fought the urge to moan as his tongue slid over a sensitive, bruised spot of her flesh. His teeth gently pinch at the area in response.
"I'm still sore you know!" Kagome laughed as she tried to close her thighs on him playfully. Genos quickly put his hands in their path and gently pried them back open. Before his girlfriend could protest he was positioned in between of her legs.
"I'll make it better." His mouth moved from her collarbone back up to her lips. He greedily took her mouth with as much passion as he could muster. "Besides," He started in between pants, "I'll be moving soon. I want to make the most of our time together."
Kagome relented and relaxed against his touch, "Fine, but you better be willing to give me a full body massage on top of pampering me for a whole day." She poked his metal chest to emphasize her point.
A cocky smirk spread across his lips as his fingers curled over her hips, "I'll do that and so much more." She groaned, feeling the brush of a hand pulling on the buckle of his own jeans dancing across her exposed belly. Kagome mentally steeled herself for a long night ahead.
Hours later, Kagome laid on her bed, finding her body painfully stiff. The hot aches kept her awake, prompting her to watch the sun jostling the sky from its blackness from the window for some entertainment. Genos was passed out behind her, his arms wounded up tightly her form. His possessiveness hadn't left even when he slept, stubbornly hanging on her. For a cyborg Kagome supposed she should be relieved that partaking in such activities knocked him right out. She didn't have to put up with his hovering for a time being.
He was very desperate during their coupling, leaving Kagome feeling a small twinge of regret for not asking him to stop earlier. She loved the way his touch danced over her heated flesh. She loved how he knew exactly what he needed to do to make her feel alive. However, her body wasn't always prepared to handle the stress of his love in return. She trembled. She sat up, a pair of metal arms tightening around her waist. Even if she wanted to, she didn't have the strength necessary to stand on her own. The shaking in her legs saw to that.
A pair of golden eyes opened to stare up at her heatedly. Genos sat up and used this position to gain leverage and yank his girlfriend onto his lap. Her eyes slid close as his mouth was swiftly slanted over her own. She loved him. She loved every part of him. But she knew she needed her rest as well.
Kagome placed her hand on his chest as he tried to lie her back onto the bed. It was the silent command to wait.
"I'm sore." She groaned, before snapping a wince when she moved a leg too suddenly. Genos smiled at her gently, pressing a soft kiss to her brow.
"Was I too rough?" Her arms went around his neck and pulled him close. Even if her body couldn't handle the effects of their lovemaking, she still wanted to feel his body next to hers.
"A little bit. I need a few days to rest." She heard him grunt in dissatisfaction. It was painfully clear that he wanted to go for another round but was willing to give her the space she needed. Kagome felt a small wave of relief. Perhaps him moving in with this teacher would be a good thing after all. It'd give her the time necessary to recover from his passionate bouts of lovemaking and provide her with more breaks from his hands-on approach.
She would miss the sounds when he tackled his chores, the mild smell of bleach, and most of all, Genos himself, but she sure as hell wouldn't miss the pain of her body when enduring his loving attentions.
Feeling the sleep tugging at her eyes Kagome sighed and made herself comfortable (or as much as she could with her body whining) in her boyfriend's arms. She was already gone to her dreamland before she could even shut her eyes fully.
Genos hummed, erasing away his disappointment at the sight of her. Perhaps he had been too much for her last night. But he wasn't looking forward to the impending move, where he would see less of Kagome. His heart twisted at the thought, but he reminded himself it was for the best. With that in mind, he settled down in the bed and promptly left to his sleep mode. He would need to get up few hours anyhow to meet with his sensei for a promised spar.
The blue bucket was set back to the table, Genos eyed how empty it was. It was barely enough to sate his system for two days, but it'd do, he decided. He blinked at his groaning teacher who he had beaten with ease, his bald head shined a reflection of Genos from the table, "Are you alright sensei?"
Saitama only groaned in response, garnering a mix of impressed and disgusted murmurs from shocked bystanders. Saitama wished he hadn't challenged his new disciple for that udon contest...
Genos frowned, "I can take you to a hospital if you need-"
Saitama interrupted, "No, no, I'm fine. Just let me rest." He sourly muttered, slightly annoyed at Genos for having a bottomless stomach.
The cyborg relaxed his shoulders, ignoring the congrats being given to him by the patrons in the sweaty restaurant, "Well if you insist..." Genos palmed the phone in his jeans, suddenly feeling an need to hear his beloved's voice, "Excuse me, sensei, I would like to make a phone call." Saitama waved him off, looking a touch green from overfeeding himself with the salty noodles.
Genos inched away from the crowd to go outside and planted his back to the wall some feet away from the door. Shifting his feet he dialed a familiar number, enjoying the beeps each digit produced-speed dial is convenient, but he just happened to love dialing her full phone number, simply because it was hers-and pressed it against an ear.
After one chorus of a tone he didn't have to wait long.
"This is Kagome!" She chirped.
Genos felt a smile climbing to the edges of his lips, "Hey, babe, it's me."
Kagome's voice pitched higher, rolling with joy at hearing him, "Oh, hi! I wasn't expecting you to call me. How did the sparring go?" He heard something chattering, and Genos came to conclusion that she was just finishing up her bowl of popcorn. She said she was going through another horror movie marathon again today. Poor thing was bored without his company and she didn't need to worry about her rent for a while when Genos paid for another month to appease her anger. This meant she was left with little to do, unless she felt like shopping, gaming, or tackling another job request for a few extra bucks.
"I could have died." Genos admitted, "The power the sensei held was nothing to be reckoned with."
"Eh?" Kagome became curious, and he heard her muting the movie-or perhaps pausing it, "What happened?"
He glanced to the sky, free of clouds and shined with thousands of little stars, "I gave my all, and he still didn't take me seriously." Genos' eyes slid close, in remembrance of his battle with Saitama, "He simply dodged every one of my attacks, and even left an after image of himself for me to chase after."
"Wait, really?" Her interest peaked, "But you've always been able to land a punch! Sure there had been a few times I had to protect your ass when things got too much, but still! You never missed not landing a hit!"
A little flattered at Kagome's impression of him, Genos frowned, "Well, I was not able to touch even his cape. Not only is sensei powerful but he is very fast too." He curled a free hand into a tight ball of a fist at Kagome's murmurs of nonsensical sounds when she tried to make senses of the teacher he always spoke about-his sweet girl always thought him powerful, if reckless. The fact that she was unable to compel the idea of him not being able to land a hit, kind of hurt his pride but at the same time swell his ego for her faith in him. "He tried ending the spar by poking me in the cheek." Genos remembered.
"Huh?" Kagome stopped, "Wait. He...poked you in your cheek?" She giggled, "Sounds like your teacher has some sense of humor." There was a smile in her voice.
He sighed, feeling the rough texture of the wall snagging his shirt, "Yes, and I tried landing a hit there. What he did afterward was...nothing less than terrifying."
Genos heard some sounds of scuffling, Kagome was moving her position on the couch, "What did he do?" She mumbled, a little unsettled at his flat voice.
"He threw a punch, right before my nose...but," Genos rolled his shoulders, "he didn't hit me per-say."
Kagome became more unsettled, "Eh? What do you mean, babe?"
"The blow that should be meant for me...blew up the mountain behind me instead. There was a large amount of damage that extended over a mile and triggered a demon level alarm in the nearby city."
Kagome yelped, "Wait, one PUNCH triggered that demon alarm? Are you kidding me?!"
Genos sighed as his girlfriend's voice hitched up a few notches, "No. That's why I want to train under him." There was silence on the other end of the line, "Kagome?"
She sucked in a breath, "I want to meet him."
To say that he was shocked was an understatement.
"I want to meet your teacher, Genos." This time her voice was full of determination. "I want to see for myself this strength you keep going on about."
Now he knew he made a mistake. She was going to try to spar with Saitama.
"No." Came the quick reply, "I don't mind if you meet him, but you're not going to fight him."
A light laugh came through the device, "Fight? No thanks, I'd rather watch." He felt his shoulders relax somewhat. "Besides," She continued, "I kind of want to see how he handles himself against a pissed off boyfriend."
Dark brows raised, "What do you mean?"
He thought he heard her smirk, "Getting you pissed off is one way to make you fight harder. Should I flirt with him a bit?"
"No, don't." Genos groaned, "If I have my way, you will never meet him."
"What are you gonna do? Punish me?" She chortled.
"Don't tempt me, woman." He snarled, "I'm only a 5 minute run from here!"
Kagome cooed, "My door is open!" Before he could jump to that offer, she followed that up with that a sharp change in her tone to a more serious one, "All joking aside, I want to meet your teacher you have been going on about. It's only right considering you're moving out for him, wouldn't it?"
Genos punted that lone pebble from beneath his shoe and watched it clash against a metal garbage can across the road, "You are pure evil, do you know that?" He rubbed his forehead, "Fine, I will see what I can do." His voice climbed a notch, "Can I still take up that offer though?"
A grunt, "I'm still sore, babe, but you're welcome to try." A scuffle there, and it sounded like Kagome threw something against something and the object fell with a flop, "Beside you need to pick up your damn backpack. It's taking up the whole living room!"
"I will stop by and take care of-" Genos' eyes widened, his sensors going off, and he turned sharply to the direction the alarms were going off.
It was Handsomely Masked Sweet Mask, in all of his blue-haired glory, and he looked at Genos oddly, "You do not impress me as a gentleman who would already have a lady on his arm." He remarked.
Genos frowned sharply at his unwelcomed presence, and turned back to his phone, hearing a soft question emitting from his girlfriend's lips, "Sorry, I have to hang up now. I will see you soon, okay?"
"Ah, okay." She didn't question further, "See you!"
Genos knew she wanted to say the three magic words, and so did he, but bless her for sensing it wasn't time for saying such things. "Right. See you." He clicked close his phone, "What is it that you want?" A bastard who interrupted his call with his own girlfriend was blacklisted as a bastard in his own book and didn't deserve any respect.
No matter how strong he is.
Sweet Mask rolled his wrist in a thinking gesture, "I can see that you are busy…" He gave a look, "Or were…with a call of animalistic nature I presume? Or do you even still have those capabilities considering the… ah, yes, adjustments you've made to your body?"
Genos didn't stop the flares from alighting in his hands and found himself repeating the words, "What is it that you want?" He would have blast him to the kingdom come, but for this once, Genos will allow the enemy to speak. It wouldn't be wise to injury someone with high influence over the Hero Association.
Sweet Mask pocketed his hands and sighed, "As to be expected. You must remain a symbol of beauty, not haste dear Genos." Genos glared with all of his might at the insufferable fool. The flames in his hand doubled in size. He had heard much of this 'newbie crushing' and had no interest in allowing himself to be one of their victims. If anything, Genos was determined to show this good-for-nothing waste of flesh what it meant to screw with him.
"What did you think of the certification exam?" The blue-haired male inquired as his bright eyes glinted with something dark. Was this supposed to be some kind of test?
Genos grunted, though the flames stayed, heating the metals of his hands, choosing to humor Sweet Mask's question, "It was nothing but rubbish. An exam like that is a waste of time. If you came to fight, be my guest. That too is a waste of time."
Rising a brow at the reply he received Sweet Mask tapped his index finger on his chin, "So is having a relationship. I am surprised that you would have a woman waiting for you considering your..." he slid his gaze down to Genos' body, "condition." The pointed insult did not slip past Genos unnoticed.
Biting back a growl Genos' glare became heated, fighting with his temper from coming alive, "What are you really getting at? I have far better things to do than to be chatting with the likes of you." He took a step forward past Sweet Mask but was stopped by his raised hand.
"Ah ah ah!" The unwelcomed visitor tutted, "That's no way to greet someone who came all the way here to see you." The male's eyes darkened. "All I'm saying dear Genos is that you ought to set your priorities straight." A dark aura suddenly shifted over the two of them. "It wouldn't do anyone any good if you were to say..." Sweet Mask rolled a hand again, imagining an scenario he was thinking up, "abandon a fight just for the sake of saving the life of a single woman, no?"
Genos raised his fist and struck it at the presumptuous jackass dubbed Sweet Mask. The said jackass blurred aside to dodge. Missing his target Genos blew a large crack of a crater into the road from his mechanical fist.
Sweet Mask landed a good foot away from the newly created hole, with a sinister smile and looking not a mark out of place, "Oh, did I hit a nerve? Good." Blue brows furrowed into a deep glare. "You're S-Class now. Start acting like it before I force you to."
Genos bit back a growl, rubbing his fist, "I see, so you do want a fight after all." The flames came a-blazing from the palms, "I will happily humor you." After all, there must be a good reason why Sweet Mask is still in Class A.
Sweet Mask's smile grew wider, "I'm intrigued." He slowly shifted his shoulders into a battle-ready position. Before either could exchange blows, the shoji door slid open, snapping their attention. It was Saitama, who stared almost impassively at the blue-haired stranger.
He blinked at Genos and Sweet Mask, "Ah, there you are Genos. I thought I've heard something exploding..." Saitama glanced at the small crater, "Though I can see what it is now."
"Ah, sensei." Genos relaxed his position, and turned his waist into a bow, ignoring Sweet Mask's brow quirking at the mention of that word, sensei, "Forgive me, I did not mean to disturb your rest."
He scratched an itch above an collarbone, shrugging at Genos' apology, "Eh, the people inside," Saitama threw a thumb over his shoulder, "were bugging me about you. Need to get your prize money, they said."
Sweet Mask stared at the interaction between the two. Any other day he would've reprimanded Genos for forgetting his place. But, there was an air of power that swirled ominously around the bald man he forgot the name of. Who was he? Sweet Mask straightened his clothes.
"We'll finish this another time, Genos." He stated smoothly, clapping a hand on Genos' shoulder. "Being hotblooded is fine but try not to take it too far," His voice dropped dangerously, the corners of his smile were pointed with sharp edges, "Otherwise you might get burnt."
Genos glared at the retreating back of his opponent, reaching into his back pocket where he'd felt Sweet Mask slip an object into. He'd need to keep a close eye on that one. Genos became distracted as his phone buzzed with a familiar message. It was from Kagome.
I love you baby! See you soon! Her words were surrounded by several floating heart emoticons. His eyes cooled at the message. That was right, he still had to pay her a visit.
"Who the heck was that guy?" Saitama eyed Sweet Mask, before he disappeared completely in the darkness, "He sounded like a douche." He murmured, turning his thumb to the direction the actor was gone into.
Genos bit back the grunt in agreement and held back his head from shaking at his teacher's naivety, "That was Handsomely Masked Sweet Mask, rank number 1 of A-Class and also a famous actor in his own right, sensei."
"Oh." Saitama still didn't look like he cared, "Anyway, go pick up your prize. It's getting pretty dark now."
"Right!" Genos went to pick up his cash, ignoring the squealing girls demanding for his attention. Apparently they overheard him and Sweet Mask and went after him because of his new role in the Hero Association. No girl was worth his time when he already had one who deserved his all.
Still he didn't fail to miss Saitama's small spark of envy at the attention he received.
Accepting the invite to walk together into the night, Saitama hummed, "Class S and Class C heroes sure get treated differently, huh..." he looked at Genos, "Though, when I put it in that way," he gestured to the cash Genos held, now doubled with the cash reward for winning the udon challenge, "Isn't that like fraud money?"
Genos lifted his eyes to his mentor from the white fold, with a small frown.
"I mean, you're a cyborg, right?" Saitama turned his head up in thoughts before he shook his head, missing Genos' deepening frown, "Ah, never mind. In any case, I guess we're a tie between a win and a loss, no?" He gave a dim smile. At least he got free supper out of this.
"Yes." Genos nodded, trying to ignore the cyborg comment. He was sure Saitama didn't mean anything by it. He pocketed his reward, with the intention to give it to Kagome for her to do some shopping, or stash it away into her savings. Genos didn't really care what she did with it, as long as she's content. It would be a grand way to spit onto that grown brat's face too.
Saitama shrugged again, "Starting today, we're professional heroes." He grinned, "So, let's do our best, right?"
He nodded, determination set in firmly in his tone, "Yes." Genos shifted his eyes down to the fold again, where on the paper said, Welcome! wrapped prettily in a shiny bow. When Saitama wasn't looking Genos shot a hot glare at it, remembering Sweet Mask's words.
"All I'm saying dear Genos is that you ought to set your priorities straight." He envisioned that bastard's smile there, "It wouldn't do anyone any good if you were to say...abandon a fight just for the sake of saving the life of a single woman, no?"
Sweet Mask clearly tried to use his morals against him.
What he didn't know was how utterly obsessed Genos was with Kagome. Though if he had his way the man would never know if he could help it. If the situation called for it, he would drop everything and come rushing to her side. That's how it'd always been between them. He wasn't about to change that aspect of their relationship now because of some stuck-up bastard.
"Hmp." Genos tucked in the cash and checked his phone for time, seeing how late he was, "Ah, sensei," Saitama stopped and turned to Genos, blinking owlishly, "I think we will part for now. I will see you in the morning, yes?"
Saitama gave a wave, his face as expressionless as ever, "Oh, sure. See ya."
Genos bowed, "Have you a good night, sensei." And he completely vanished, leaving behind a whoosh of wind.
"Eh?" Saitama stared at the empty spot Genos once was, "Why was he in such a hurry?" But, he didn't question it further, rolling his shoulders, "Oh, well, I'm missing my shows anyway." It had been a long day.
Hearing her bones cracking from her long stretch on the couch, Kagome slumped over the arm and reclining her legs over several pillows. Another slow, lazy day of bingeing on horror movies. Tomorrow, she decided, she will be more active and kick some guys' asses for some quick buck. It wasn't like she had anything better to do, and less so when her idiotic boyfriend moves out.
Speaking of which, "Where the hell is he?" Kagome muttered, glancing at the time on her phone, shining brightly in the darkness of the living room when she turned it on. It was after 11 pm, and it was nearly an hour ago when he called last. Genos hadn't texted either, though it could be him keeping his vow of being mostly text celibate.
If she wasn't so sore she'd happily reward him for his good behavior, but alas, Genos would have to settle for some cuddle sessions instead.
Kagome paused.
There was that sound...too familiar of a sound. A silent hissing among the loud metallic trampling across a hard floor. Said floor quaked beneath her, feeling the vibrations through her heaving couch. She stared at the door, her expression deadpanned.
Ttttrrrrrummpt! The dreadful noise slid to stop before her door. With scant quiet seconds passing with no doorknob turning, Kagome can practically see Genos preening himself. He was pretending that he hadn't shook the entire building and caused such a ruckus that would doubtlessly wake her neighbors at his arrival. She didn't move nor blink when he knocked to announce himself and took his entrance.
"I'm home," Genos removed his shoes.
Kagome leaned her head over the armrest, "I can tell. You shouldn't run home like that, you'll wake the neighbors." At least they didn't have many to deal with.
The two quieted as there was a uproar from around them.
"Keep it down! You're waking the neighborhood!" An elderly old woman screeched from her door outside, banging on the door with a cane. Genos shrugged off the comment as he locked the door. She was making even more of a ruckus if he could hear her with the door closed. There was a mish mash of stomping from upstairs and an indistinct wail of a baby. It was a younger couple that lived there with their infant child. The crisp sound of a male's footsteps banged around the kitchen area. Perhaps he was going to write another 'threatening' note again? It was all that man ever had the balls to do.
Kagome smirked at her boyfriend, "See? I told you."
Genos grunted. He had other things to take care of than worry about their neighbors. Besides, he had a woman to make scream his name. He slipped onto the couch and kneaded into his fingers into her flesh and angled his head in between her head and shoulder, teasing that poor bruise.
Knowing Genos' perverted plans with her-typical horny male, Kagome slammed a brake to his intentions by gently prying his hands from her person. "Uhh, no. I told you I'm still sore. No nothing but a cuddle tonight."
He slumped, now resting his chin over her shoulder to hide his pout, "Damn it!" He buried his face into the crevice between her neck and shoulder, simultaneously pressing his shoulder into her breast. He wound his arms around her waist and pulled her into a deep embrace. "I'll be back in three days time to collect on that promise." Genos muttered, shifting his legs to lay on the couch and pulled Kagome over his body into a cuddle.
Kagome side-eyed him, her vision becoming obstructed by his hard chest, "What promise?"
At that Genos grimaced, "You said I can take up the offer."
She stared at him, "I said I was sore but you are welcomed to try. Doesn't mean you'll be successful, buddy." Kagome shook her head, rolling a bit of her torso to the back of the couch so to comfortably watch the movie, "Geez, hopeless horn dog!"
"Still as good as a promise to me." He gave an impish grin, revolving his wrists to pull her in closer and drifting his hips so to ensure some comfort, "And I'm only hopeless for you, babe."
"Again, horn dog!" Kagome grunted, catching her eyes of the giant backpack, and any teasing she felt in her system died a little at the sight.
Genos didn't miss her glance, "I'll move it soon," he assured, trailing down few fingers down her back, "after we finish the movie, okay?"
Neither wanted to say much after that, enjoying the sounds of the movie and the audible rants from the old lady outside that still wouldn't let up. At this Kagome couldn't resist remarking, "How long do you think she will keep going before her old man lobbies her back inside?"
"Ten minutes top." Genos grunted, "Just ignore the damn old hag and watch the movie."
"'kay," was his muffled reply.
An hour came and passed, with the old lady long since quieting her complaining to only her husband's ears. The movie arrived to a gristly scene of a cannibal gouging themselves on the dead body, Genos knew Kagome fell asleep. That sort of scene she would have flinched at and prompt him to squeeze her tighter in his embrace. Genos sighed at the tranquil expression Kagome held in her sleep and brushed aside a lone strand of hair from her face. Pressing a kiss on her forehead Genos pulled back his legs and thrust an arm to underneath her knees to shift her into his hold, she barely twitched when he held her warmly to his chest. She lolled her head to his shoulder, murmuring softly of some nonsense, before losing her voice to her dreamland.
Genos didn't forget to turn off the television before he paced quietly to the opened bedroom. He debated at whether if he wanted to wake Kagome to brush her teeth and wash her face, before shrugging it off. Missing one night wouldn't hurt. Tucking her in the bed, Genos attended to change his clothes into that of a simple pajama pants. His warm gaze never left her face, an odd twist turning inside his chest and found himself already missing the sight. Genos would move soon, wouldn't he? In matter of hours, no less.
Without jostling the bed he pressed his weight onto the large mattress and crawled his way to Kagome's back. Genos pressed his chest against her, and nested his chin on the black crown of her head and his hands tangling together before her bellybutton, he drew in a sigh. Genos didn't resist the call of her scent, memorizing it for days to come.
He laid there awake, taking a slow pleasure of Kagome's slumber, because he wouldn't have an opportunity to watch her sleeping for a while.
-End Chapter 2
A/N: Well, originally this chapter is going to be a massive monster, a 14k one, but Limitless think I should chop it in half, so I did. I had a specific ending in mind for chapter 2, but I think this one works out well too. The full thing was a bit of a mess, with a lot of things going on. Probably for the best, eh?
I know not much happening here, but the plot is going to be a slow burn kind, from what I and Limitless have in mind for Ordinary.
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