sanosuke-harada:

kurokit:

What other sides? Ho. He must really want her to punch him. Really he does. The nerve. She narrowed her eyes, a light blush on her cheeks. She wanted to open her mouth and curse him out. Hell, the fact that he joked about the time they had in the storeroom just pissed her off. She lowered her head a bit, feeling to angry to hit him just yet. ‘So that’s how it is..’

Recalling the time in the storage room, kuro remembered his jealousy then. How possessive he was, territorial. She should have expected that he wouldn’t have liked dominic. No, not with his jealousy of boys’ flocking her. Anger fueled her temper, making her lift up her chin. Her eyes leveled as her composure, but her eyes said another story.

“Depends. What about you?” She shot back, swatting his arms off her. She then raised her knee, her foot leaning on the wall. “You don’t think I ever get annoyed? Jealous? Pissed the hell off? Especially when I know that another babe can waltz on by and draw your attention?” 

She kept her tone mild, but there was a crack of anger there. Sharp as a blade. “Dominic isn’t something to worry about when he see’s me as his sister. No. I’m the one whose freaking out. Because I can’t stand the very idea of someone else getting your attention.”

She tapped a finger over her chest. “But I’ve kept that in check. I may have a temper sano, but I’m restraining the damn urge to hit you upside the head, since it seems like you asking for it. But I got one better. Words. They always hurt more.”

She scowled then, turning on her heel as she shoved herself off the wall. 

“Dammit sanosuke. I’m not quitting what I love for anyone. That stage is mine to grab and keep. I’ve trained for it far too long to stop now.You don’t like it, then I’m so sorry. I’m sure you can easily find another girl to be with that’s around your age.” 

She didn’t bother looking back, knowing that if she did, he’d see the tears in her eyes. Tears of anger. Rage. Bitterness. Things that she normally didn’t feel. It’d probably be safer for him. Logical. Even angry, she still thought about him. God dammit. She lifted her bag and reached for the door.

Sano scowled when she went for the door, and he felt his temper flare, exactly what he had been trying to avoid when he had gone straight home. Except now he had a few beers in his system, tossed back hastily as soon as he got home. Not enough for him to be drunk, but enough to make him irrational. He hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her against him.

“Did I ever ask you to quit dancing?” he asked as he put his hand over her mouth to keep her from protesting his grabbing her. “Did I? I don’t think it’s awful of me to react the way I did. The girlfriend I risk everything to be with runs off with some dashing foreigner she’s obviously known for a while, holding hands, and then I see her dance like that with him?” He carried her to the living room, lifting her off her feet effortlessly. He tossed her down on the couch roughly, standing between her and the door.

“I didn’t say I want you to quit dancing. Fuck, as much as he pisses me off, I never even asked you to quit dancing with that prick!” Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew his language was starting to get foul, but he was too angry and tipsy to care. “I only said I don’t want to see him touch you like that, or kiss you on the cheek in public, or generally do things that would make any normal man jealous!” He ran a hand over his face and momentarily lost interest in yelling at her, going to his fridge to get another beer and start on it. Then he thought better of it and set it on the table next to his last one, which had already gotten to room temperature.

“I’ll walk you home,” he said quietly, his temper abated for now. He slipped on some shoes and made sure he had his phone and keys. Then he looked over to where she hadn’t moved. “I tried to stay away from you until I had drank it out and calmed down, but you followed me. I bet if I saw a different dance today, I would have thought it was beautiful.” He lit a cigarette and nodded in the direction of the door. “Either I walk you home now or you stay the night. I don’t want to hear that my girlfriend was snatched up on her way home when I get to school tomorrow.”

Kuro grunted, feeling his arms around her and lifting her up. She struggled in his hold, when his hand came over her mouth, muffling her angry swears. As he spoke, he dropped her onto his sofa. And not too gently either, her head hitting the back of it. She winced, glaring at him as he snapped at her.

 “I only said I don’t want to see him touch you like that, or kiss you on the cheek in public, or generally do things that would make any normal man jealous!”

She scowled when he walked off to get something out of the  fridge.  And by the looks of empty bottles she’d noticed, it’d probably be another beer. When he came back with said bottle she wasn’t surprised.

“You want me to stop being so friendly with dominic..”

Dominic would be offended, considering his ethnicity. The holding hands part she could do, but it was in his culture to greet people with a kiss on the cheek, and even receive one in return. It was something he was sensitive about.

“I’ll walk you home.”

 His sudden mood swing had her hold her tongue back. Him? Walk her home. Nope. She was still too pissed off to just waltz out together with him. And she knew he wouldn’t let her go all by herself. She watched him light his cigarette as he continued talking. Saying that if he saw another dance he probably would’ve found it beautiful. tch. typical of a man to say that when they’ve thrown their tantrum. She took a moment to calm down, take a deep breath, and simply gaze at him.

Not angry. Not jealous. Just stare at him. Funny how she remember’s the time her aniki and kimi-nee got into a fight. She wound up hanging out with kimi-nee and learned that despite her anger, she could tell that the woman sincerely loved her brother. And often, they always made up afterwards. Kimi-nee told her that when both parties where angry, it’s sometimes better to stop, and look at it differently. Then maybe you’ll see something you missed. Maybe you’ll feel something different.

And she did. Despite him being in a bad mood along with her. Sanosuke still planned on walking her home, still called her his girlfriend. And still trying to find an answer to this mess. And she still found him handsome, even with his glasses on. And she still lo…liked him a lot. Just how did they wound up here?

“Just what are we doing sano…?” she muttered, no longer angry, just…sad? She blinked, hearing the sound of something hitting the glass. Looking at the window, she saw that it was raining, pouring. And it made her chuckle, since when they met the second time, it started pouring down on them both.

“I’ll stay, but no more arguing. I don’t like fighting you.” She turned her gaze to look at him. “Even if your tipsy. I’ve no interest in quarreling anymore.” She then pointed at the window. “But if your still feeling hot, then there’s plenty of cold rain to cool you down. And just so you know, tomorrow’s sunday. No school sensei.”