Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex Fan Fiction ❯ Lanslide ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: AnaKhouri 
Anime/Manga: Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.23.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 327 | Visits: 192 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.23.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 327 | Visits: 192 | Status: Completed
After a week he couldn't take it anymore. Had she put a permanent trace on him, or was she only monitoring him in Headquarters? To test it, he hacked the security system at her apartment building and hung out in the hall by her door.
After three hours he decided the trace must be permanent, but fifteen minutes later the elevator door slid aside to reveal Kusanagi. Location-specific trace, after all.
There was the slightest hitch in her step as she moved into the corridor, but her face remained expressionless as she approached.
"Your building's security sucks." He said, by way of greeting.
"Obviously."
He ignored the jibe. "We need to talk."
"No, we don't."
He cornered her, hands against the wall, trapping her between his arms. She could have brushed him aside easily, but she didn't. "You have to tell me something. I don't care what. Whatever you say, I'll deal with it. If you think it was a mistake, tell me it was a mistake. If you think…" If you think I took advantage of you, if you hate me for it…he couldn't say it. He swallowed. "We can't pretend this didn't happen. You can't ignore it."
She stared at his chest, refusing to look at his face. She said nothing. Damn it, if she wouldn't do anything, he would. Whether she dragged him into her apartment or kicked him through the wall, at least it would be a reaction. He leaned forward and kissed her.
Her entire body went tense. He braced himself for a fist in his gut, but it never came. For a moment, her lips parted, her fingertips brushed his face. But just as quickly she broke away, ducked under his arm, and slammed the apartment door behind her.
Batou leaned against the wall. After a while he stood up and left.
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After three hours he decided the trace must be permanent, but fifteen minutes later the elevator door slid aside to reveal Kusanagi. Location-specific trace, after all.
There was the slightest hitch in her step as she moved into the corridor, but her face remained expressionless as she approached.
"Your building's security sucks." He said, by way of greeting.
"Obviously."
He ignored the jibe. "We need to talk."
"No, we don't."
He cornered her, hands against the wall, trapping her between his arms. She could have brushed him aside easily, but she didn't. "You have to tell me something. I don't care what. Whatever you say, I'll deal with it. If you think it was a mistake, tell me it was a mistake. If you think…" If you think I took advantage of you, if you hate me for it…he couldn't say it. He swallowed. "We can't pretend this didn't happen. You can't ignore it."
She stared at his chest, refusing to look at his face. She said nothing. Damn it, if she wouldn't do anything, he would. Whether she dragged him into her apartment or kicked him through the wall, at least it would be a reaction. He leaned forward and kissed her.
Her entire body went tense. He braced himself for a fist in his gut, but it never came. For a moment, her lips parted, her fingertips brushed his face. But just as quickly she broke away, ducked under his arm, and slammed the apartment door behind her.
Batou leaned against the wall. After a while he stood up and left.
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