A groan reached my lips as I reached up and rubbed my eyes slowly; I sat up and looked around the room only to find myself in an unknown place. "Oh no." I mumbled looking around as I remembered what had happened the night before after Fushimi had left. Yata, in a cloud of anger, dragged me into the bar only to quickly receive information about trouble in their down town territory. In a blur, Yata had ran out and I followed to make sure he wouldn't do anything reckless, but alas my venture there proved to be fruitless. Yata had easily picked a fight with the hooligans after they called him a brat. I stood back in an attempt t avoid conflict and Yata's wrath only to become a damsel in distress.
"Hands off, asshole!" I hissed stepping on the man's foot and elbowing him in the throat. This didn't go well, of course, and I was quickly bashed in the head.
Now here I am. I sighed looking down only to find somebody beside me with the sheets over them. I froze as they rustled, but let out a sigh as a familiar head of red hair emerged from the mess. Yata rolled onto his side facing me, and yet another sigh left me when I saw his face littered in dark bruises. "Damn it, Yata." I muttered under my breath as I ran the back of my hand over his cheek. "Stupid, boy."
Shaking my head, I shifted to get out of bed. I didn't exactly get to far before Yata held onto my wrist tightly. Looking back I could see him hiding half his flustered face into the pillows. "Don't get up yet." He muttered in a hoarse voice, "Everthing kind of hurts right now."
"Of course it does, stupid." I said surprising us both as I settled a chaste kiss on his forehead.
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Cold Heat
Fiksi PenggemarMy mom once told me that when a boy was being mean to me it meant that he liked me. I guess all moms tell their daughters that, but they all couldn't be more wrong. If someone were to like you wouldn't they be there to protect you, to see if that no...
