S-CRY-ed Fan Fiction ❯ s-CRY-ed Ficlets ❯ PDA ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I do not own s-CRY-ed or any of the characters...dammit...

A/N: Originally written for the 30_Tortures LJ community. No smut in this one, just some Kazuma/Kanami silliness.

"Hey! What the--" Kazuma glared down at the small girl who had just impulsively hugged him as they walked together down the street. "Jeez, Kanami... we're in public, you know..."

Smiling brightly, the eight-year-old flung her arms around the older boy's waist yet again. "I'm just happy you're really coming to work at the farm today! Thank you, Kazu-kun!"

"Yeah...well..." Reaching up, he rubbed idly at the back of his head with one hand, a somewhat sheepish expression on his face--which quickly darkened into a faint scowl as he noticed the decidedly suspicious looks they were getting from several of the other Inners who were likewise out and about at this early hour. "Uhh...c'mon...Let's get going--we don't wanna be late...right?"

"Huh?" A pair of big, green eyes blinked up at him in disbelief, apparently stunned that Kazuma would ever suggest hurrying to work.

Gently prying himself out of Kanami's grip, Kazuma continued down the street with his young companion. As they walked, he felt a tiny hand slip into his larger one, small delicate fingers lacing trustingly with his own...and his shoulders twitched slightly as if he sensed the arrows of a dozen glances suddenly piercing the area between his shoulder blades.

He supposed that they did seem a rather odd pair: a surly, glowering loser with his smiling, bubbly young companion. And he knew that the other Inners didn't think much of him...but what the hell were all those evil glares he was getting? Was it just that they didn't like him...or were they actually stupid enough to think that there was something wrong going on between Kanami and himself? What the hell...did he look like some sort of...corruptor of eight-year-olds? Kazuma knew he probably wouldn't want to hear the villagers' thoughts on that score, but he, at least knew better. Hell, if he ever saw anyone who even looked like they were thinking along those lines, he'd rip their damn arms off and use the bloody stumps to bludgeon them to death--and there was no way in hell he'd even think of doing something like that himself. So...what the fuck was with all the lynch-mob looks he received every time he went anywhere with Kanami?

When they finally reached the farm, Kazuma gritted his teeth as they were met by a large, smiling steamroller of a woman whose favorite passtime seemed to be punching him in the stomach. On this occasion, however, she refrained from doing so, and simply beamed down at Kanami.

"Good morning, Kanami-chan! Right on time as always." Her expression hardened; her small, piggish eyes taking on a malevolent glint as her gaze slid over to Kazuma. "And I see you even managed to get that lazy, good-for-nothing husband of yours to show up...for a change."

"He's not my--" The rest of Kanami's reply was drowned out by the laughter of several of the other workers who were near enough to overhear the exchange, and the older woman chuckled as well as she shooed the girl on her way.

"Well, go ahead, dear, the chickens are waiting for their breakfast. And you..." Again, she turned to Kazuma, "That last storm blew half the shingles off the barn roof. You can start with that."

Later that morning, as the other farm workers made what was at least the fiftieth remark regarding his 'wife,' and how he should a) work hard so that he could buy her all the things she needed, and b) be a good, considerate 'husband' so that he would c) make her happy, and d) not end up sleeping on the couch, Kazuma thought to himself that, on the whole...he would have much preferred the lynch-mob.