SDK fic done for 10_whores
Title: Ignorant
Character: Benitora
Pairing: BenitoraxYuya
Author: silver_magess
Rating: PG
Prompt: 10. paranoia
Warnings: Not really romantic in any way, save for 'tora's crush.
Summary: Yuya almost figures it out. Almost.
When Yuya stopped right in the middle of the street without warning, causing Benitora to drop the luggage he'd been carrying, he knew that something bad was going to happen. "Tora, are you some kind of big shot?" Yuya was tapping her chin thoughtfully as if she was trying to put something together, but couldn't quite complete the picture. "I mean, that sales man's whole attitude changed the moment he saw your face."
Suddenly Benitora's throat tightened and he could feel a cold sweat breaking out. Shit. He had remembered that he frequented the shop a few years back, but he had naively assumed that the place would be under new ownership, since the proprietor had always been rather elderly and sickly. Cantankerous too, apparently enough that it had kept the old buzzard going when other's would have handing things over to their sons instead of persevering.
When he'd entered to see what was taking Yuya so long, he found her engaged in a vicious match of wits with the short, shriveled old man. The debate was the about the price of bullets and how he was asking too much for an inferior product. Yuya's sleeves were rolled up and her hands were gripping the counter as she got in the elderly man's face and Benitora swore he could see spittle flying from both sides. Now on one hand, Yuya was quite ravishing when she was angry and there was nothing Benitora liked better than a domineering woman, but it wasn't exactly right to have that woman domineering an old man, even one that could hold his own.
So he'd unwisely stepped in and would have nearly had his head bitten off if the old man hadn't suddenly exclaimed "Young Master! Why it's been ages!" He'd suddenly clasped his hands and a warm smile had graced his features. "Is this young miss a friend of yours?" The next thing he knew, they had been exiting the shop with at least three times the amount of groceries that Yuya had been planning on buying, all of which were being carried in his strong manly arms and thus to the current predicament.
"Well you know, I am a member of the feared Tri-Color gang!" If he could have, Tora would have places his hands on his hips in a gesture of pride. Whatever gripes he may have had with White Crow and Black Scorpion, they had been involved in some legendary banditry, the kind that would be sung about for years to come. At least, he hoped so.
Giving him an embarrassed smile, Yuya said, "I don't think that's what it was. It's like he thought you were some sort of Lord or something. He said Hide something, but I didn't catch it." It was as if Benitora could feel the color draining away from his face.
"That's just-"
"Silly!" To his surprise, she clasped her hands together and started laughing. "I'm sure he just mistook you for someone else. I mean, you have that kind of face." Surprised, Benitora dropped the rest of his cargo and let his arms sag. "Well, let's get going. We still need to get Kyo's sake. I swear that jerk's going to die from alcohol poisoning one day. Some great warrior he is. Why he…" Her voice trailed off as she went ahead, oblivious to her porter's state.
Dropping to the ground with a thud, Benitora groaned. "Damn, how can she be so…" Letting the fear trickle away from his limbs, Benitora started to laugh. "But that's one of the things I love about her."
Character: Benitora
Pairing: BenitoraxYuya
Author: silver_magess
Rating: PG
Prompt: 10. paranoia
Warnings: Not really romantic in any way, save for 'tora's crush.
Summary: Yuya almost figures it out. Almost.
When Yuya stopped right in the middle of the street without warning, causing Benitora to drop the luggage he'd been carrying, he knew that something bad was going to happen. "Tora, are you some kind of big shot?" Yuya was tapping her chin thoughtfully as if she was trying to put something together, but couldn't quite complete the picture. "I mean, that sales man's whole attitude changed the moment he saw your face."
Suddenly Benitora's throat tightened and he could feel a cold sweat breaking out. Shit. He had remembered that he frequented the shop a few years back, but he had naively assumed that the place would be under new ownership, since the proprietor had always been rather elderly and sickly. Cantankerous too, apparently enough that it had kept the old buzzard going when other's would have handing things over to their sons instead of persevering.
When he'd entered to see what was taking Yuya so long, he found her engaged in a vicious match of wits with the short, shriveled old man. The debate was the about the price of bullets and how he was asking too much for an inferior product. Yuya's sleeves were rolled up and her hands were gripping the counter as she got in the elderly man's face and Benitora swore he could see spittle flying from both sides. Now on one hand, Yuya was quite ravishing when she was angry and there was nothing Benitora liked better than a domineering woman, but it wasn't exactly right to have that woman domineering an old man, even one that could hold his own.
So he'd unwisely stepped in and would have nearly had his head bitten off if the old man hadn't suddenly exclaimed "Young Master! Why it's been ages!" He'd suddenly clasped his hands and a warm smile had graced his features. "Is this young miss a friend of yours?" The next thing he knew, they had been exiting the shop with at least three times the amount of groceries that Yuya had been planning on buying, all of which were being carried in his strong manly arms and thus to the current predicament.
"Well you know, I am a member of the feared Tri-Color gang!" If he could have, Tora would have places his hands on his hips in a gesture of pride. Whatever gripes he may have had with White Crow and Black Scorpion, they had been involved in some legendary banditry, the kind that would be sung about for years to come. At least, he hoped so.
Giving him an embarrassed smile, Yuya said, "I don't think that's what it was. It's like he thought you were some sort of Lord or something. He said Hide something, but I didn't catch it." It was as if Benitora could feel the color draining away from his face.
"That's just-"
"Silly!" To his surprise, she clasped her hands together and started laughing. "I'm sure he just mistook you for someone else. I mean, you have that kind of face." Surprised, Benitora dropped the rest of his cargo and let his arms sag. "Well, let's get going. We still need to get Kyo's sake. I swear that jerk's going to die from alcohol poisoning one day. Some great warrior he is. Why he…" Her voice trailed off as she went ahead, oblivious to her porter's state.
Dropping to the ground with a thud, Benitora groaned. "Damn, how can she be so…" Letting the fear trickle away from his limbs, Benitora started to laugh. "But that's one of the things I love about her."