Book of One-Shots

Midori x Tachibana

Short summary: Midori's thoughts on Tachibana

Tachibana Hotaru was an interesting woman, an angel of death and destruction with a smile so pure it burned.

Midori, on the other hand, wasn't interesting at all. He was a simple man, two-faced and vile.

Perhaps that was why he found himself instantly enchanted with her.

Though when they first met, he had taken her for a male.

Gender never really mattered to him, all that was important was total submission. It always got him going, boy or girl, when others groveled at his feet.

But, when he met sweet little Tachibana, all scared in Usagi's shop, he couldn't help himself. Couldn't help but step closer, hoping to get a glimpse of those watery eyes. Couldn't help the rushing of his blood, needing to know if those trembling shoulders would look just as beautiful coupled with tears as they did right now.

Maybe that should have been his first sign, the first red flag. But he ignored it like he would ignore all the others.

Midori pushed down the urge to make the young teenager cry. Tucking his sadistic thoughts away and deciding to play nice.

He helped her pick out a gun, taught her everything she needed to know about purchasing the merchandise.

And oh, when he pressed up against her, even if it was just an instant, he snapped.

Sure, she had looked all cute, so scared and fragile.

But she was an attacker.

Not only that, but Tachibana was a girl.

And he hadn't even realized it!

Really, he was a poor excuse of a man, let alone a doctor.

Midori couldn't help but glance down, too quick for Tachibana to notice but slow enough to really look at her.

Perhaps it was because her breasts were too small to be seen under her shirt. Or maybe because she carried herself so solidly, even as her fingers had twitched so nervously.

That was expected of an attacker so really, he had no excuse.

He was a shameful man, pressing upon a young girl without asking permission.

Still, he wasn't about to show that her body had raddled him, so Midori went on like nothing had happened, though he couldn't help but tease her a little.

She was just too adorable to leave alone.

Big green eyes, soft blonde hair, so small compared to him.

He felt like he was falling into a rabbit hole, down down down the cluttered tunnel, the checkered floor knocking the breath from his chest.

Then she disappeared.

Midori watched as the door closed behind Usagi, glancing down once more at the signature on the envelope.

Matsuoka Masamune.

That little rush he had felt when he had touched her came back in a full-force attack, nearly knocking him over.

'That sweet little thing is Masamune's.'

That thought, as well as the feelings it evoked, should have been the second warning. Another red flag popping up right before his eyes.

Yet once more, he ignored it and focused on Yukimura, needing to vent his...something. He couldn't tell if he was excited or irritated, either way, Yukimura would take the brunt of it.