Kagaku Ninja-Tai Gatchaman Fan Fiction ❯ Bruise of the Week ❯ Chapter 2

Twenty-four hours later, they were still a little stiff, and some rather spectacular bruises were coming out.

 

Jason, seeing the beautifully defined boot-print on his hip decided it was time for Bruise of the Week to be decided. He could use the $50 that the winner got. He only wished he could get a better perspective of the boot - then he could identify which of the delicate tootsies of his friends it belonged to.

 

And get his revenge.

 

He wandered into the ready room and made his announcement. “Bruise of the Week time, people. Bet I win.”

 

Mark and Princess looked at each other, and Mark smirked. “Bet you don't,” he said smugly.

 

Jason looked at the two of them sitting rather primly on the couch. “You've seen her bruises!” he said, and was rewarded by two matching flushes. His smirk became more pronounced as he remembered her comments aboard the Phoenix. Well, well, well, he thought. So that's what's been keeping the Skipper distracted. “No fair. You know that they've gotta be seen together.” Then he realised just where his bruise was, and it was his turn to flush. He glared down at his smirking Commander, moving his hands to his belt. “Well, since you've seen hers, you might as well see mine.”

 

He dropped his trousers, ignoring Princess' squeak of protest, and laughed as her hands flew up to her face. He also noticed she was peeking through her fingers.

 

She dropped her hands with relief when she realised that Jason was actually wearing underwear (popular base legend had it that he went commando at all times).

 

All four were terribly impressed with what they could see of his bruise. Peeking out of the top of his briefs was the heel end of a footprint, emerging from the leg was the toe. The boys all winced as Jason's voice the previous day was explained and they all thanked god for the protection they wore.

 

“Ok, Mark. You've seen both. What do you say to this? And is it yours or Princess?

 

Mark winked at Princess as he stood up and strolled over to Jason, wincing on his own behalf as he did so. He looked him straight in the eye and reached out to the elastic waistband of his Second's briefs. Jason looked panicked as he felt the finger curl around the waistband and then pull outwards. He wouldn't, he thought in outrage.

 

Mark grinned and looked down, whistling in appreciation as the full glory of Jason's bruise was revealed. “Gotta admit, Prin, it's mighty impressive.”

 

“Yeah, but what about his bruise?” she asked naughtily

 

“Oh that's pretty impressive too,” and he looked up again. “By the way, Jason, that's Princess' boot print. It's narrower and shorter than mine,” and he deliberately twanged the elastic of the briefs.

 

“Ow! Well, how does it compare with Princess?”

 

“I have to admit, it's just as good. Hers is a rather nice handprint, a bit distorted perhaps, but five fingers and a palm. Oh - and it's mine.”

 

“How do you know?” asked Keyop curiously, becoming even more curious when Mark just muttered something under his breath and went red. Princess was even redder than Mark was.

 

Tiny and Jason exchanged glances, heading for the kitchen before bursting into laughter.

 

“So Mark can find his arse with both hands,” said Jason.

 

“More importantly, Mark can find her arse with both hands,” corrected Tiny. “And you owe me money, Jason.”

 

Jason shook his head. “No proof. All we've got proof of is that he's seen a very interesting bruise of hers, nothing else. No money without proof of shagging, big fella.”

 

“All the blushing and stammering?”

 

“Still not proof of shagging. Neither is Princess making a dirty joke - though I wouldn't have thought she could do it with a straight face!”

 

“Never under estimate our Princess,” said Tiny.

 

Jason moved and his hip brushed against the bench. “Ow, ow, ow! Tiny, next time you see turbulence, give us some warning,” he complained as he left the kitchen.

 

Keyop was just leaving as they came out, almost dancing in his glee. “Got permission to visit with Marine Biologists in the Science Centre,” he burbled happily.

 

“Where's Mark and Princess gone?”

 

“Whirlpool, they said. To ease bruising. Mark's ribs're really interesting colours!”

 

Jason frowned. “Mark never mentioned he was hurt.”

 

“Mark never does,” put in Tiny.

 

“I'm going to the whirlpool,” decided Jason. “Mark's always on at us about letting the others know if we're hurt. He's gotta do it too.”

 

“Man, I'm outa here, then,” said Tiny. “I'm not gonna come between you and Mark when you're having a fight.”

 

“Discussion.”

 

“Fight,” said Keyop. “You two never discuss,” and he shot out the door.

 

Jason sauntered out, heading down to the “wet” area of their section of the base. Neptune was a place of rest for the G-Force team. They could live and train in complete privacy, which suited them just fine. It meant that they could, if they wanted, just have fun sometimes.

 

He reached the pool area, and passed through it to the small, glassed room that contained the whirlpool. The whole team loved this place, the soothing water combined with the undersea vista often calming them after a mission.

 

Jason wasn't calm at the moment. He was furious with Mark for not telling them about his own bruising, and his anger carried him into the room and to the edge of the pool before he realised what he'd interrupted.

 

“Shit. I owe Tiny $20,” was all he could think of to say, as the couple before him broke apart in embarrassment. As they did so, he saw the bruise on Princess breast. “Damn, that is impressive Princess.”

 

She and Mark looked at each other. Her eyebrow rose, as did his shoulder as some sort of communication passed between them. Her smile as she turned back to Jason was that of a cat contemplating a bowl of cream.

 

She stood up, revealing just how naked she was and came to the edge of the pool. “But what do you think of my bruise?” she asked.