Purple - Yata Misaki Love Story

Part 29

I was helping Kusangi clean and man the bar, him teaching me various things about drinks and how to make them, since I was talking to him about getting an actual job after I left Sceptre 4.
Everything was going really well, things were peaceful for once, until Yata came in with a bloody handkerchief tied around his arm, carrying his ruined white sweater in his other hand.
He set his board down and I suppressed my blush at the fact he was wearing a tight muscle shirt and quickly moved to grab the first aid kit.
"Yata, what happened this time?" I asked, walking over to him as he sat down on the nearest chair.
"That damn monkey happened." He said, his expression held hate, "He thinks he's all that now that he's with the blues."
I frowned, taking off the now piece of trash that was around his arm and placing it in a bag. Saruhiko got him with one of his throwing knives no doubt.
"Rikio," I began, looking up to the male as he ate a muffin from who knows where, "You're not hurt, are you?"
He shook his head, "Thankfully not. The fight got pretty bad and I almost got hit."
I nodded lightly and turned back to clean Yata's wound, not bothering to warn him it would sting, he jolted in the chair and moved his arm away from me.
"Ow!" He exasperated.
"Oh suck it up." I retorted, "It can't be that bad."
"That shit stings like hell!"
I sighed, leaning forward I told him quietly that I'd give him a nice kiss if he was good and he finally seemed to shut up.
After Kusangi stitched up the wound and I wrapped it back up tight, Yata stood up and smirked expectantly.
"I've been good, right?"
I smiled lightly in reply, shaking my head lightly as I stood up in front of him, "Yeah, yeah, you have."
I leaned forward and rested my hands on his face as I kissed him, his arms quickly wrapped around my back and pulled me closer.
"Okay you two that's enough!"
"Still jealous." I mumbled as we pulled apart, making Yata snort.