"What do you want?" Kagome asks as she waves Ijichi away. The hotel is falling apart. There is debris around the building and the grass is overgrown. It must have been abandoned decades ago. Doesn't like anyone wanted to restore the place to its former glory, though the curse inside could have something to do with that. Satoru smiles as he throws an arm over Kagome's shoulders.
She looks like she's about to go play tennis instead of exorcising curses with her short black dress and white shoes.
"Can't I be curious about how the newest sorcerer is getting along?" Truthfully, when Yaga mentioned Kagome was the latest hire, he laughed his ass off. Kagome? Out in the field? "You know this is a grade one mission. Can you handle that?" She's far too sweet for the sorcery life.
Kagome smiles. Something about that smile screams danger. Satoru swallows and stands upright.
"Not calling ya weak..." he clucks his tongue. "Alright, you are, and the higher-ups must want to kill you off. Look, I don't say this to everyone, but sorcery ain't for you." So far, he's only had to say this to Ijichi and now Kagome. They really outta get better about scouting sorcerers. It's as though no one has learned anything from Suguru's deflection or from Yu's death.
At the rate Kagome is going, she'll either break like Nanami or die like Yu.
Kagome tilts her head to the side. Assessing. "You're a brat."
"Just quit while you're ahead. Though if you really want to get yourself killed, then fine." He shrugs.
"You think I can't handle it?" This time when she looks at him, he sees pity.
Satoru gnashes his molars. How dare she pity him? "Tell ya what. If you go in there and exorcise that curse, I'll do something for you. But if it lands even one hit, then you pack your bags and quit."
There. She has no choice. The energy coming from her might not be cursed energy, but the amount is pathetic either way. Grade one? With that amount, she should be a grade three sorcerer. Even Utahime is stronger than her and her curse technique is terrible. He just does not get what the higher-ups' angle is here. Kagome is not cut out to be on the field.
"I'll kill it in one shot." She flicks her hair and then walks into the hotel. Satoru stuffs his hands in his pockets and trails behind her. Is she serious right now? Pride is going to get her killed. Kagome notches the arrow. The movement is so fluid, it's clear she's done this before.
His heart pounds. The hell? Satoru clenches his fists. Where did this surge of energy come from? In one blow, with just one arrow, the curse is exorcised.
Kagome turns and smiles sweetly at him. "You'll do anything?"
Satoru runs his tongue over the top of his teeth. "Within reason," he says, ignoring the pit forming in his gut. Okay, so he was wrong. She's stronger than she appears, but he stands by his initial assessment. She shouldn't be working as a sorcerer and she's going to get herself killed in this line of work.
"On your knees."
Satoru freezes. "You don't..." he swallows.
Disappointment. She looks up at him with disappointment on her face.
"At least take me out first," he jokes as he sinks to his knees. Kagome walks around him. She smells like lavender. Her energy is back to that pitiful amount. A shame. "Cat got your tongue?" Even if she tries anything, she can't touch him, so he'll play along for now. And he is a man of his word. She took out the curse so he can get on his knees just this once.
Kagome stops in front of him. Her energy flares and fuck! Satoru's mouth pops open.
"I enjoy seeing you like this," she murmurs. "Helpless."
"Hilarious," he chortles. "You should quit and go into comedy."
Kagome reaches out and caresses his cheek. Something in him snaps. She's touching him. That's impossible.
"Do you like it?" Her energy washes over him this time like a lover's caress. It's gentle. Soothing. And his cock is straining in his pants.
"The hell did you do?"
Kagome blinks and then pulls away. The loss of her touch feels like he's been plunged into a bath of ice water. He blows out a breath, exaggerating it to disguise how disoriented she has him.
"Nothing," she quips. "I just wanted to see you on your knees since you do nothing but talk down to everyone." Kagome shrugs one shoulder. "You can leave. There's no reason for you to stay and watch me handle missions I'm more than qualified to complete."
Is she dismissing him?
Satoru rises to his full height and flashes a smirk. "So what? You took out one curse. Doesn't make you all that." Something about her makes him want to pick a fight with her. She's too calm. Too put together. While he enjoys working others up, he wants to do more than that with her.
Kagome's eyes drift down, and she stares at his groin. "Handle yourself first before worrying about me."
His face warms.
Kagome walks out of the hotel without a look back. He jogs to catch up to her. "Wait! I think there's been some misunderstanding here."
"You constantly push at my buttons because you want attention," she says, pulling out her phone. "I stand by what I said earlier. You are a brat. I'm not here for your amusement."
But everyone is here for his amusement.
Satoru sighs. "What can I do to make this right between us?" If he could, he'd punch himself. Okay, he could punch himself, but he doesn't need Kagome going on about how he has issues. "You want me on my knees again?"
Kagome stops. Her thumb hovers over the phone. "Not good enough," she says.
"I'm good with my tongue," he half jokes.
Kagome glares at him. He takes a step back. "Sorry, I was..." What was he trying to do? "Look, that came—"
"Quiet."
He snaps his mouth closed. Kagome sends a message to someone and continues to ignore him. The longer the seconds tick by, the antsier he gets. He doesn't get ignored. Satoru fidgets. He opens his mouth and then closes it. Kagome told him to be silent.
Why is he even listening to her?
Fuck this.
"Good job, Satoru." Kagome smiles at him and the anger nestled in his throat dissipates. "I'll see you back at campus." The car drives up and Kagome hops in.
Satoru stands there watching the Ijichi drive off with Kagome in the backseat. His chest is light. Much lighter than before.
Good job, Satoru.
Shit.
He pulls out his phone and clicks on her name. His heart pounds. The hell is wrong with him?
Fuck it.
Satoru: What happens if I'm good?
He bites his lip as he watches the three dots populate. The longer he stands there, staring at his phone, the louder his blood pulses.
Kagome: Are you asking me for a reward?
Is he?
Satoru: I deserve something.
Kagome: You deserve nothing.
He gnashes his molars. The audacity of her to talk to him like this.
Kagome: What do you want?
Satoru: You to give up trying to be a sorcerer.
Kagome: I'm not a sorcerer. Try again.
She's not a sorcerer? Her energy is different, but she's working at Jujutsu High. He'll need to come back to that.
Satoru: Fine. I want you on my tongue. Better?
Kagome: That's a start, but not good enough. Try again.
He grips the phone and then stuffs it into his pocket. Try again? Fuck her and fuck this. He doesn't have to try at anything. Satoru blows out a breath as he walks down the street. He could warp to his next mission, but the area is too populated, so he walks until he reaches the closest train station. What he is not going to do is respond to Kagome. Try again? Seriously? Does she not realize what an honor it is to have him tagging along on her missions? To have him on his knees?
She takes out one little grade one curse and suddenly she's some badass. Satoru pulls his phone out again and stares at the last message.
Try again.
What does that even mean? She asked what he wanted, and he told her. There is no trying again. He holds on to the handle above and types out a response.
Satoru: If I'm good, what kind of reward would you give me?
He bites his tongue as he watches the three dots populate once more. She must be done with missions or still in the car.
Kagome: Depends on how good you are. Depends on how far you want to go with this.
That answers nothing. His stomach twists. He can't even warp to her if he wanted to because her energy is so low. Weak. It's harder to pinpoint when everything else overshadows her. And yet, he's strangely drawn to the sheer brashness. Kagome is weak and yet so confident.
Assertive.
He thinks back to the mission at the hotel. She wasn't being cocky when she said she'd take the curse out in one hit. Okay, so she has enough to take out a grade one curse, but her energy immediately dropped to nearly nothing. Is it a one time per day use? What happens if she gets put in a situation where there are multiple curses? The scouts aren't always the best and the higher-ups always have their hands in something.
He shouldn't care. Kagome is an adult. She's older than him, to boot. Six years older. Aren't you supposed to get wiser with age or some shit like that? If she hasn't wised up by now, then she'll have no one but herself to blame.
But...it would be a shame if she died.
Satoru: What if I want it all?
Kagome: You want to be mine?
He presses his lips together. Is that what he wants? Relationships are trouble. A relationship with someone much weaker than him could also be trouble. He's got a lot of enemies.
They wouldn't try anything.
But.
Maybe they would?
It would help if he knew a little more about her energy and if she has to charge it up or something. He wants to know what her limitations are. His six eyes can tell him at a glance about a person's curse energy and their technique, but with her, it's nothing but warmth, like basking in the sun.
Satoru gets off at the next stop, not paying attention to the people around him. This is crazy. She did something to him back at that mission. The smart thing would have been to confront her then. She should not have been able to get through infinity. Sure, domain amplification can breach it, but Kagome doesn't use cursed energy. So how the hell did she do it? And why can't he get a proper read on her energy to start with?
The text is mocking him. Dangling mochi in front of his nose.
Satoru: Yes.
He waits for a response, but nothing comes through. Frustrated and maybe a teensy bit humiliated, Satoru takes it out on the curses at his mission. Exorcising the curses doesn't bring him any joy.
Nothing.
The alley doesn't help his mood either. The walls may as well be closing in on him with how tight his chest is. He spikes a hand through his hair when his phone buzzes. His heart jumps. Satoru scowls. This is not like him. His nostrils flare. Get a grip. Dispelling the veil, he pulls out his phone.
Kagome: I don't share. Not even with yourself.
His brows pinch together. Is she saying... nah, she isn't saying that.
Satoru: You gonna tell me I can't jerk off lol?
Kagome: You come when I tell you to. I'll know if you disobey.
He mulls over her words. This is stupid. No one tells him if he can touch his own cock or not. So why is he still contemplating a response?
Kagome: You'll behave, right, Satoru.
She isn't asking him.
He should walk away. Stop responding. They can put this behind them and act like the conversation never happened. Besides, with the number of missions he has, it's not like he'll run into her that often.
And yet, he crashed her mission to do what? Convince her to quit? Convince her to be his assistant or something?
Satoru: I'll behave.
He's just humoring her. That's it.
Kagome: Good boy.
His cock stirs. He swears he can hear her whispering in his ear how he's such a good boy for her. Satoru swallows. Now what? He's never been at a loss for words.
Satoru: Tonight?
Kagome: No, I already have plans. This weekend.
He can't jerk off for three days? Satoru huffs. Alright, that's not that long, but it's the principle.
Satoru: Your place?
Kagome: Where else? You stay on campus. Don't you have missions to do?
Satoru: Don't you?
She's right. If he wants to get more than three hours of sleep tonight, then he needs to get a move on it. He's been standing here in the alley, probably looking like a creep.
Satoru: If you need help, I'm just one text away.
Kagome: Cute. I'll see you this weekend.
He twists his lips back and forces back the snarl. Why is it that the more she dismisses him, the more he wants her? He's gone crazy. Maybe his rct isn't working properly. His brain must be fried.
Satoru: What happens if I come before then?
Kagome: Satoru.
That's it? Just his name. He can hear the disappointment dripping from her voice.
Satoru: I'll be good.
He waits there in the alley for a minute. Maybe three. And she doesn't get back to him, so he busies himself with his next mission, and the mission after that, until he's back at the campus.
It's been hours, and she hasn't said a damn thing. His steps are heavy as he walks across the campus to his room. Well, his new room, far away from the one that was next to Suguru's. It's a little past three a.m.
Screw this.
He plops down on the bed and unbuckles his belt. She's fucking with him. Thinking she can tell him what he can and can't do. Satoru bites his lip as he unfurls his cock from his boxers. He glances at his phone and hesitates. With a sigh, he tucks himself back in and kicks off his pants.
Whatever.
The only reason he isn't jerking off is because he's tired and it's not because she told him not to. Satoru tosses off his jacket and shirt and then flops back on the bed. His phone buzzes. Satoru snatches his phone and grits his teeth. He's only like this because it could be an emergency.
Kagome: I know you will.
He blinks and then his body sags. A chuckle escapes from his lips. He's lost it.
Truly.
He clutches his phone to his chest and closes his eyes with a faint smile on his face. How good does he have to be to see her on her knees?
A/N: You don't see this because I was gonna upload this on Saturday. Next chapter will be some backstory from Kagome's pov.
I don't do this that often, but you can put some requests for this story. The vibes wouldn't leave me alone so here we are.
Happy Thursday. I hope you have an amazing Friday! How to tame will update this weekend. I decided to take that death out of Wish I Could, it just wasn't sitting right in my heart/spirit lol. Take care! Get plenty of rest and make sure to stay hydrated. Or else lolol.