Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pistol-whipped ❯ They Seek and they Find ( Chapter 9 )

Why are my hands shaking?

They both look happy.

 

His eyes watered at the harsh realization; Naomi could be happy without him. She didn't need him anymore; she no longer pined after him like a lovesick puppy. But it was a good thing, wasn't it? Naomi could be with someone who could appreciate her, someone who could love her unconditionally, worship her like the queen she was worth. He could stop pushing her away, she would stop chasing him. She could want to be with someone else.

But I want her to want me.

 

A brush of leaves obstructed his view of the couple and he pushed it aside. They were in front of her house, hesitating on the pathway to the front door. Talking. They were talking. Naomi smiled her brilliant smile, she blushed that adorable blush. She looked down at her twiddling thumbs while her little pink lips parted, letting her innocent words through. Always innocent. Her date had his hands nervously fidgeting behind him, also looking down. He looked at his feet, his mind racing to put together sentences that wouldn't make him sound stupid in front of the beautiful girl. He would lean into her every now and then, hesitation pouring out of him; his eyes would creep up her form, and then shoot to his feet again. He would stutter. She would smile. They looked innocent, new, and happy.

 

Why the fuck are my hands shaking!?

 

Her body language was nothing foreign to the gifted agent crouching darkly in her garden. That cute little tilt of her head told him she was listening to her date. The way her feet pointed toward each other told him she was anticipating something. Sato Yuu's body language, however, was being analyzed and assessed at every second; one wrong move and there would be a bullet in his back. His finger was poised on the trigger of his handgun, his palm sweating on the cold metal. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed hard and darkened his gaze on his classmates, fixing all focus on the very deceiving Sato Yuu. It seemed he was a very good actor. A good liar.

 

Almost as good as I am.

 

Ryunosuke's heart thundered, punished his chest and was audible to his sharp hearing. His finger twitched on the trigger to the beat of his pulse.

 

“W-well,” Naomi's voice came out uneasy and sweet as she spoke to her modest date, “I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Yuu-kun.” She smoothed the cotton of her simple baby blue dress with her hands, and pulled her keys from her purse.

 

A hand went to the back of Sato's head as he scratched nervously, trying to find something to say as Naomi lingered before him. “Ano...” He stepped closer to her without realizing and looked at his feet again to hide his blush. “I had a great time tonight.” He spoke faster than usual, saying the things that were spinning in his head before he lost the nerve to say them, “Would you like to go out with me again?”

 

This time, she looked dead into his eyes; “I...I'm sorry, Yuu-kun,” She nibbled at her bottom lip as she watched rejection sink into his features, “I had a good time, but I just don't want a boyfriend right now.”

 

He nodded, swallowing the rejection and shame like a thick gulp of freezing water. Sato looked down and stepped away, letting her pass him and get to her front door, “Oyasumi, Naomi-san.” He wasn't one of those pushy bastards, he would accept her choice, show her respect.

 

Naomi put her key into the lock, looking back before turning it. She bit her lip at the sight of Yuu's depressed features as he slowly moved to walk away. Ryunosuke, with his sharp ears, heard her sigh. Naomi was too good a person. “Yuu-kun,” her voice almost echoed in the empty street.

 

The boy stopped and looked over his shoulder, and saw the hottest girl in school walking toward him with determination. He brushed his long bangs from his dark, dark eyes and pulled at his collar a little when she reached him. Ryunosuke watched.

 

He didn't know what he felt when he saw her touch Sato's forearm delicately, when she leaned in a little and fluttered her eyelids ever so slightly. His stomach did something strange when Sato shut his eyes, and the two slowly closed the distance between them, their lips touching hesitantly, innocently, kissing for the first time. Ryunosuke's finger relaxed on the trigger of his gun, he heard it drop the short distance to the plush grass. He watched.

 

Sato Yuu's unmarred hands twitched and hovered around her waist before touching her gently, Naomi's eye lids fluttered more as her date's inexperienced tongue darted against her lips. She liked the kiss; it was a good first kiss. Despite the nervous, but cute, twitching and stammering coming from her partner in the act, she was enjoying it.

 

Then, her mind betrayed her.

 

When she creaked open her eyes, it wasn't the zoomed in vision of Sato Yuu's concentrated face. It was the piercing stare of Nagara Ryunosuke, his iron grip on her waist, his dominating tongue and intoxicating smell. She screwed her eyes shut as the picture attacked her, the utter intensity that was Ryunosuke setting fire to her senses and bringing back every fantasy she'd had of the young man. Sato Yuu mistook the shaking rise and falls of her ample chest as newfound enthusiasm, and deepened their kiss.

 

To Ryunosuke, whose emotions had declared war on each other, Arai Naomi and Sato Yuu had suddenly been overrun with newfound passion, absolutely taken with one another. Naomi's hands clawed at Yuu's back and the boys face angled more to thrust his tongue deeper inside her sweet cavern.

 

Ryunosuke didn't know Naomi was imagining his skin beneath her nails, his tongue lancing her mouth. She screwed her eyes further as her imagination teased her, taunted her, with the dark, passionate man she could never have. Hard shoulders and a strong back were solid beneath her hands; an unruly mass of hair tickled the sides of her face, the hardness of the headset around his neck pressed against her. Her best friend's natural scent filled her nose, the rough feeling of stubble on his chin, his hot, ragged breath on her cheek. It was too much. She jerked away.

 

“I'm sorry,” Naomi tried to catch her breath, stepping backwards, away from Sato Yuu. She averted her eyes from him; he and Ryunosuke looked painfully similar.

 

The pale teenager panted and swallowed his excitement, “Naomi-san?” He stepped toward her retreating form and watched her open her front door, his hopes crashing to the ground once she looked over her shoulder with a sorry expression that dismissed him, killed his hope, and buried it six feet under.

 

She was in love with someone else.

 

“Oyasumi, Yuu-kun.”

 

She closed the door and locked it.

 

Ryunosuke watched with amused interest, the corner of his mouth curling up. She turned Sato down? He frowned and pondered as the other boy trudged down the sidewalk with his head hung low. Maybe Naomi was afraid. She was so used to getting hurt; maybe she thought Sato Yuu would break her heart. He let his thoughts race. Maybe she was still in love with him? Maybe she didn't want to show him that the offer wasn't open, that he was still free to come any time and sweep her off her feet. The kiss looked so good though...and...It was...

 

Naomi's first kiss.

 

Isn't the childhood friend, who you've known for years and shared baths with, the one who gets the first kiss? That's what's supposed to happen, the young pals finally realize their love for one another, share their precious first kiss, explore unmarked territory in the bedrooms they used to play board games in. That's how the love stories went. She would date some jerk that didn't treat her right, or who just didn't click with her, and then the best friend comes galloping in on a white horse, shining armor and all, to confess his secret affection and proclaim his love eternal. She would almost cry, her vision only watering over and her hands resting over her heart as her best friend stared into her eyes, his gaze darting from one deep, beautiful orb to the other, and tell her how long he's loved her. How long he's dreamed of holding her in his arms.

 

I'm sorry, Naomi, but I just don't work like that.

 

Ryunosuke didn't write poetry or song lyrics, he didn't play the guitar or practice a speech for her. Naomi wanted him to be a different person, hoped that one day he would become someone sweet and sensitive that would hold her hand in public and sneer at the jealous bitchy girls that gossiped about her. He couldn't change for her. He wasn't sensitive, he didn't give a shit that gossip bothered her, he wouldn't hold her hand and kiss her at school, say `See you at lunch time' and watch her walk down the hall until she turned the corner right at the end. If Ryunosuke went ahead and tried at a beyond friends relationship with Naomi, he would only disappoint her. He couldn't change. He would never be the Ryunosuke that she wanted from him. Besides, there was just one teensy piece that didn't fit in with Naomi's fairy tale puzzle.

 

Nagara Ryunosuke was not in love with her.

 

But he was sick of hearing her cry.

 

Make up your fucking mind, Nagara.

 

 

***

 

 

“Excuse me, Nagara-senpai,”

 

Ryunosuke was stopped in his tracks right before he reached his classroom for the first period. He angled his head and looked out the corner of his eye at the younger student representative. Miki...Mika, was it?

 

His deep voice was a drawl from his lips, “Nanda, Mika-san?”

 

The short girl blushed and fiddled with the files she was holding, “It's Miki...” she smiled nervously and remembered the two or three weeks last year that she had spent in Nagara Ryunosuke's bed.

 

He inwardly rolled his eyes, and plastered on that brilliant fake smile, “Right, Miki.”

 

I should really start remembering their names.

 

He waited for her to speak, but she just stood there with that stupid blush all over her face and those twiddling thumbs. The girl kept staring at him and he was losing patience. Class was starting, and if the student council president was late to class...

 

“Is there anything I can help you with, Miki-san?”

 

“Oh!” The girl seemed to have snapped from her dumb daze and she remembered what she needed him for. “Gomen-nasai,” she blushed again and Ryunosuke tried not to walk away. The cutesy thing was annoying. It was really getting old. “Takahashi-sensei sent me to get a new box of chalk from supplies, but when I got to the room it was locked. The janitor must have forgotten to unlock it this morning, which is strange because he always comes really early to school. I heard his wife was sick, though, and...”

 

Miki's blabbering went through one ear and out the other. Scratch that. It flew right past. Ryunosuke didn't have the time to listen to some second year talking about the janitor.

 

“What do you need, Miki-san?”

 

She was cut short mid sentence and realized she had gone on one of her mindless conversations, “G-gomen!” She got all jittery and stammered. Annoying. “Could you please unlock the supply closet for me?”

 

I could easily strangle this girl.

 

He smiled, flashed that white set of teeth and those perfect little dimples. “Of course.”

 

The two made their way to the supplies room in silence while Ryunosuke tried to pick up the pace. Miki tagged behind her senior, bursting with excitement on the inside. She smiled at all the girls that looked at them as they passed by, and reveled in the jealousy that was shot to her like streamers. Ryunosuke rolled his eyes and forced a neutral expression to his face, keeping his back straight and his chin high as they approached the very end of the third floor corridor.

 

He narrowed his eyes and held out a hand to stop her. “Wait.”

 

Miki looked confused, “Mm? Nagara-senpai?” Her worries were put to rest when he turned to her and smiled that knee-melting, mind-numbing smile.

 

“I don't want you missing out on any more class, Miki-san.” He put his hand on her small shoulder, “You head back and I'll bring the stuff to your class.”

 

She blushed, receiving a favor from Nagara Ryunosuke-senpai? “You know where my class is?”

 

He widened his smile, his eyes glittered and he tilted his head, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “How could I have forgotten?” The girl shivered and licked her lips.

 

She couldn't help herself. She kissed his cheek, rough and smooth at the same time against her lips. “Arigatou, Senpai.” She sauntered away, swinging her hips as much as possible. This would be a great day for Miki.

 

Back to business.

 

A scowl made its way to Ryunosuke's features and he moved towards the door to the supply closet, glad to be rid of the nuisance. He concentrated on the sounds he had heard, the noises that had prompted him to find an excuse to get Miki away. He didn't need to press his ear to the door. His hearing was one of the many skills that had condemned him to a life as a Ro operative. The voices were barely muffled, as if a door wasn't there at all.

 

“Jesus fucking Christ...”

 

Slap.

 

“Oh...”

 

Slap.

 

“Jen!”

 

Ryunosuke heard cardboard tumbling around and a bunch of metal things crashing to the floor. He could hear their heavy breathing, the loud, desperate gulps of air. He heard the slight creak of a shelf and that undeniable sound of skin against skin. He moved closer to the door.

 

“Not there! You're going to make me-- Ohhhhh!”

 

Slap.

 

“Jenny,”

 

Slap.

 

“Shit.”

 

Slap.

 

“Jen!”

 

Alexander stopped dead in his final thrusts when he heard someone outside. Jennifer whined and clawed at his bare, sweaty back and his muscles trembled in the effort to keep her pressed up on the shelf. The damn girl wasn't making it easy. He felt her press her torso against his, her soft skin damp and plush. A bead of sweat ran from his temple and caressed the side of his face before she leaned in and licked it of, dragging her hot tongue along it's path. Alexander tightened his grip on his girlfriend's hips as a warning, and she bit his neck in reply. Then came the knock on the door.

 

And then the jingling sound of keys.

 

Ryunosuke smirked in amusement when he heard panicked shuffling, the distinct sound of rustling clothing. He had decided to give the pair time to get dressed, but when the mental image of a naked Jennifer crept into his mind...

 

The girl almost screamed when the door to the supplies room opened and Alexander pulled her flush against him in a heartbeat, hiding the front of her body from view.

 

Lucky I made her leave the skirt on.

 

“Jesus Christ, Nagara!” Relief, frustration. To the Sigma agent, it was strange to be feeling them both at once, but the two emotions burst inside him when he saw the familiar face of his friend come from behind the door. “What the fuck, man?”

 

Jennifer had her face in Alexander's chest, the both of them topless. All she wanted to do was scream. There she was, half naked and sweaty in a dingy supply room letting a guy nail her on a stationery shelf. I must look like a slut.

 

“Class has already started,” Ryunosuke tried not to look amused at his friend's predicament and narrowed his eyes, “you're late.” Alexander's lips looked smeared and red, and faint lines ran all over his chest. Similar markings marred Jennifer's smooth back, and her pleated skirt was crumpled.

 

“Fuck off!” Alexander tightened his arms around Jennifer's back and stroked her skin with his thumbs when he sensed her obvious discomfort. The girl was practically trembling. She was either very nervous, or very pissed. Neither one would bode well for his partner. “Get out, Nagara.”

 

Ryunosuke frowned. “Fine. Get dressed.” He slammed the door and waited outside for the young lovers to get their shit together.

 

I'm really late for class.

 

Alexander emerged first, buttoning his blazer and taming his unruly mohawk. Jennifer had a tendency to grab at his hair...He frowned when he saw his partner leaning against the wall nearby. “What's your problem? I know you could hear us, why did you have to go and walk in!?” His words caught in his throat when Ryunosuke fixed that dark stare on him.

 

The Japanese boy was being very serious when he said, “Stop screwing around,” and he interrupted any objections Alexander was about to throw at him, “That stunt you pulled yesterday was bad enough. You're drawing attention, Amekou, and people are letting their guard down.”

 

Jennifer emerged from the room to find herself caught in the middle of a stare down between the two government agents. Ryunosuke spared her a glance; her black hair had been tousled around, and her attempt to tame it had failed miserably by the looks of things. Her tiny little sailor uniform wasn't any better off.

 

He stared at them like a parent as they brushed past him, Jennifer looking ashamed and Alexander looking simply guilty. Ryunosuke didn't care how much they'd missed each other. No fucking around at school. They needed to concentrate on the damn rapist, not their different sex positions. Students had practically forgotten about the whole ordeal, and were more interested in the American couple and their exploits. Ryunosuke watched them walk down the corridor and sighed. A strange feeling simmered low in his stomach when he saw the pair hold hands and give one another a look of reassurance.

 

Envy?

 

Ah, crap. What the hell did I need to get for Miki?

 

 

***

 

 

The last bell for the day rang and students flooded out the front doors of Agate High School. Some went to music club, some to baseball club, some to kendo. Alexander Craft and his already popular girlfriend walked hand-in-hand to the bus stop, glad that the day was over and that they could finally go `home' and relax. Well...you know, “relax”.

 

“Yo. Amekou.” Ryunosuke tailed behind them after having to jog to catch up. Honestly, he must have looked so stupid... “Wait up already!”

 

Alexander smirked and stopped walking, and gave Jennifer's hand a light squeeze. “What's up? Don't you usually go to meetings after school? Kaji told me the two of you usually walk home later on with Naomi.” The young American missed the way Ryunosuke shuddered ever so slightly at the mention of her name. The three teens kept walking and Alexander whispered into his partner's ear, “How was her date with Sato, by the way?”

 

Ryunosuke swallowed. “Fine. Everything was fine.” His brows bunched together and he sensed the `I told you so' vibe that was pouring from Alexander. Regardless, he still planned on keeping a close eye on Sato Yuu.

 

“So where's Kaji?” Alexander rubbed his thumb over Jennifer's small hand, silently apologizing for having Japanese conversations all the time. She felt left out when she couldn't understand.

 

Ryunosuke looked troubled for a moment before he answered; “I don't know. Not here today. He must've gotten sick or something.”

 

Craft shrugged their friend's absence off, “Yeah right, he's probably in his room watching porn.” The two laughed and an awkward silence followed. Alexander broke the silence, “Nagara,” Ryunosuke seemed deep in thought as he stared at his feet while they moved on their own accord toward the bus stop. Alexander nudged him, “Nagara,”

 

“Mm? Nanda, Amekou?”

 

“Are you ok?”

 

Ryunosuke shook his head and smiled, to Alexander, it was a very genuine smile. “Of course.” Only Naomi, after all, could tell when he was lying.

 

The American nodded and they sat all together on the bench to wait for the bus. “So you're going to talk to Naomi tonight?”

 

Ryunosuke lowered his head. He hadn't said a word to his partner, yet the older boy knew exactly what was going on with him. Such understanding, such trust, how had it built up in such a small amount of time?

 

Jennifer caught Naomi's name in her boyfriends sentence; “What about Naomi?” She leaned forward attentively like girls do, and pierced the two boys with her glare.

 

Alexander knew trouble when he saw it. He chose his words carefully, because he knew Jennifer and Naomi were fast becoming good friends, “Nagara's tutoring her tonight.”

 

Her pretty pale green eyes sharpened and narrowed, “Tutoring?” She knew full well Nagara Ryunosuke's reputation, and already had a good idea of how Naomi felt about him. Now, she wasn't one to pry, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do! She opened her mouth to protest, but caught her words in her throat when she saw the utterly solemn expression on Ryunosuke's face. His dark eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes looked pained. Jennifer had prided herself on being very good at reading people, and thus far, her perceptions had always been right. After studying Nagara Ryunosuke for two days, however,

 

She had absolutely no fucking clue.

 

Said mystery boy stood up abruptly, running his hand through his hair until it completely disappeared under the black mass, “I gotta go.”

 

Alexander raised an eyebrow, “Nagara?” The boy offered no response and settled his headphones over his ears. Alexander watched him walk away, and whispered under his breath; “Good luck.”

 

His girlfriend sighed. “He doesn't like me very much, does he?”

 

He smiled at her, his charming, sexy smile, “Sure he does. Nagara just has a weird way of showing people these things...”

 

“But he seemed really pissed when he caught us this morning...” A blush came to her soft cheeks, and Alexander gave in to the urge and caressed the side of her face.

 

“He's just strung up. He's got a lot going on.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He would never get sick of her taste.

 

It seemed to work; Jennifer relaxed more and let out a sigh, her voice going from uncertain to mischievous. She winked at her boyfriend suggestively, “Maybe we should just let him join in next time.” She giggled when Alexander's jaw dropped. The bus screeched to a halt before them before he could come up with a retort, and Jennifer got up and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the open doors, “Come on, baby.”

 

Beep beep beep.

 

The sound came from Alexander's pocket and stopped him from getting on the bus. He frowned and pulled out his pager, and his eyes grew concerned when the message registered. “It's from Ro.”

 

Jennifer spared a glance at the waiting bus driver, then put a supportive hand on her boyfriend's arm, “Is everything alright?”

 

“I need to go. Now.” He looked at his beautiful Jennifer with reluctance, “I'm sorry. Can...can you make it back on your own?” He knew how much she hated it when his job came between their alone time.

 

But of course, wonderful, loving, caring, understanding Jennifer smiled reassuringly and gave him a peck on the lips, “Don't worry about it. I'll be fine.” She put a soft palm to his cheek and laughed lightly at his sorrow-filled expression, “Do what you need to do.”

 

Danger lights flashed in his head; he was letting his gorgeous girlfriend go home alone with a psycho rapist on the loose, “It's too dangerous...”

 

She smiled knowingly and looked back at the bus driver to ask him to wait a little longer, “I'll be fine”

 

He still looked troubled, “Don't talk to any strangers. Go straight home and lock the doors.”

 

She giggled at his serious face, mocking him for worrying so much, “Ok, daddy.”

 

An eyebrow raised in amusement at the endearment. “Daddy?” The corner of Alexander's lip curled, “I kinda like the sound of that...”

 

“Do you, daddy?”

 

He pulled her closer, reveling in her body warmth and the way her skirt ended so high up her thigh, his voice was deep and in tickled her ear as he whispered into it, “Say it again.”

 

Jennifer bit her lip. His voice had such an effect on her... “Daddy...”

 

The loud honk from the bus' horn tore the two apart in a blushing mess, and Jennifer scrambled on, blowing Alexander a kiss through the closing doors. He watched the love of his life get carried away down the road, and looked down at his watch once the bus was out of sight. He began to make his way to headquarters. A light throb made itself known. In his brain, just above his eye. His palms grew sweaty with grim anticipation.

 

The nun that was attacked had regained consciousness from her coma. It was time for some real information to leak through.

 

 

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To be continued...

 

 

A/N: I had really meant for more to happen in this chapter, but I didn't want it to get too long and I have a pile of homework to do... <.< So, you have a boring little half-assed addition to the story ._.

 

I neglected Naomi again ; ;

I promise that more important and less boring stuff will happen in the next chap!

I might go work on my Inu/Kag fic though...

Thanks for the reviews <3!