aburningspirit | OOC: 5 + 1

Five times Yoko said no to sex and one time she didn't.

"Oi, Yoko. You wanna do it?"

"OW! WHAT'D YOU SLAP ME FOR? ....romantic? But that crap's stupid!

...fine, fine. Uh. D'you wanna do it now? Please?"

"Now?"

"Alright, it's been ten minutes. Now?"

Edited 2010-03-26 03:08 (UTC)

"You're doin' that ignoring thing again so 'm not gonna ask anymore! 'm goin' back.

Unless you wanna come with me."

Two weeks passed after that conversation with no interaction between them at all. Kamina's bullet wounds had to heal, Yoko had to fume over what a perverted boyfriend she had, and both had to lick their wounds. It comes as a shock when Yoko comes back to her room in Dai-Gurren after a full day of fighting the beastmen to find Kamina sitting on her bed with his back turned to the door and slumped over in something as close to nervousness as he can get.

Fifteen minutes later, they're outside laying on a boulder looking up at the night sky. It's like the past few weeks are erased. (Mostly because Kamina manned up and apologized, but it's still a good start.) She's teaching him about something called constellations that humans had come up with a long time ago and he asks where she learned all this stuff from. The obvious answer is Leeron. Leeron is a smart guy, Kamina mutters, a smart, really weird kinda guy. Yoko only closes her eyes in response, undeterred by the lack of a heartbeat as she lays her head on his chest.

Most everything is a blur after that. She remembers talking for a while before shutting him up with a kiss, awkward exploring, awkward shifting (rocks weren't all that comfortable) until she's staring up at him, face red and panting just like she is. Kamina raises his eyebrows in a silent question. Is she really sure....?

Stupid man. She's followed him to death and back and needs the answer to this question? What did he think the answer was going to be?

Later, she affirms herself that it was one of the best decisions she'd ever made.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ x infinity forever

Five times Ryoko liked Akabane and the one time she hated him.

Five times Sol gave Kanji advice and the one time that Kanji returned the favor. :>

IDK WHAT, BUT FIVE THINGS WITH ELENA AND THE TURKS + RUFUS

"Mr. President, are you sure that this outfit is appropriate? There are many vulnerabilities and--it's also very revealing and I don't think--"

Rufus raised a perfect eyebrow. "Are you doubting my judgement, Elena?" He cut off her stuttering statements that what he said was far from the truth with a simple, "Then don't worry about it," and sipped at his drink. "It seems that Reno wants your attention."

Dragged into the ocean by Reno on of the many beaches in Costa del Sol, wearing an orange bikini that she had no part in choosing, Elena wondered why she hadn't feigned sickness this morning like she'd planned to.

Edited 2010-03-27 16:25 (UTC)

Rude stood in the kitchen of Healin Lodge with his shades in a pocket and an apron around his waist. He was promised excitement and wild adventures when he joined the Turks, not making sure kittens didn't get into the frosting bowl while the President of the Shinra Electric Company put cake into an oven.

...well, okay, he didn't mind that much since that meant he got first dibs on the cake. But still. The principle of the thing.

No one slept the night after the bombing of Headquarters.

All of them used the excuse of "potential attacks throughout the night," but no one truly gave a damn about that. The image of the most prolific building in all of Midgar--no, in all the world, burning to ashes was haunting enough to drive away any remnants of sleep. Rufus sat his desk in the study, its surface covered in paperwork, doodles, notes from Dark reminding him to eat. No headquarters, no money; no money, no headquarters. Neither existed without the other. What could he possibly do? What was going to happen n--

"Here." The placement of a sandwich in front of his nose was interrupted his thoughts. He looked up to see Tseng, face impassive as ever, as he stepped back. "Dark was worried. You haven't eaten since yesterday."

"Food is the least of my problems right now, Tseng," Rufus said. "Half of my employees are dead, my building is blown into unrecognizable debris, there is a trial breathing down my neck, a continent out for my blood, and no money to deal with any of it."

"...Sounds like you'll need all the energy you can get then, President." He turned and left without another word, closing the door behind him.

Rufus glared at the door before turning that fearsome gaze on the sandwich. He chomped at it viciously, and within minutes, it was gone. He'd win this fight if it was the last thing he ever did.

Five times Kanji listened to Issei and one time Issei listened to Kanji.

Five times Asakura got the better of Karen in one way or another, and one time Karen had the upper hand.

Karen's desk was her rock. Her piece of peace where homework, notes, e-mail, and anything that needed her attention was carried out with efficiency and in relative quiet. In so many words, it was her security blanket. It was on her birthday when she saw a neatly wrapped package sitting atop it like some dolled-up stain. The tag was simple: "From Asakura, To Minazuki-san." Inside was a leather-bound planner. Yakuji was confused at how it had gotten there when no guests had come by at all today. Strange.

She changed the locks on all the doors to the house herself.

The planner was never used.

Five times Rukia made Kanji blush, and the one time he returned the favor.

Kanji had brought Rukia to Inaba to show her around, not get accosted by his mother and dragged to tea in their living room.

"He really is a good boy. A bit dull and loud sometimes, but a good boy," his mother said as she added more sugar to Rukia's tea.

"M-Ma! We really have to go, stuff is gonna close soo-"

"He is, Mrs. Tatsumi. I'm glad to know him as my friend."

Kanji's protests turned to low grumbles, his face growing hot. When asked if he had said anything, he merely held out his pink, floral print teacup for a refill.

Aiya's was a good place to start in a tour. Cookies and tea only went so far anyway so it was probably for the best that they got food now instead of later. Kanji led Rukia to bar stools near the grill and shouted over the noise of the other diners, "Hey, Aiya! Two beef bowls, one with extra spice!"

"Coming right up, Kan-chan!" the chef replied.

Rukia glanced over to her guide in bewilderment and mouthed "Kan-chan?" before collapsing into a fit of giggles.

Why the hell had that stupid bin at Junes been in the middle of the aisle where somebody with big-ass feet would go trip face-first on the linoleum just to get helped up by some old geezer who thanks your for sewing up long-johns and then patting you on the head in front of your kind of, sort of older sister?

The kind of sort of older sister telling you how many wonderful things you've done for everyone is just blush icing on the total embarrassment cake.

Edited 2010-04-05 03:50 (UTC)

Kanji didn't know what was supposed to be so cute about a snot-nosed kid toting one of the stuffed bunnies he'd knitted, but when Rukia told him so, he looked away and kicked a rock far into the distance, hoping she didn't see the faint tinges of the blush that had been plaguing him since this tour started.

"Kanji-kun, you're so well-known.... I'm impressed."

Edited 2010-05-28 00:16 (UTC)

This tour had been a disaster. It'd been completely ruined by...hell, everyone and everything. Kanji banged his head on the pavilion post nearest him. Rukia hated Inaba, and most of all, hated him. He couldn't believe how damn stupid he was to think this was going to be a fun time. He looked out at the familiar view of the town from the top of this hill, the far-off village framing Rukia as she leaned over the fence. She looked at peace.

"You look really nice," he said. Her sudden stammering and blushing surprised him. It was just the truth, is all.

Maybe this wasn't a wasted afternoon.

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