Samurai Deeper Kyo: HotaruxYuya, Five Meals-Dinner
Title: Jealous Much?
Author: silver_magess
Fandom: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Pairing: Hotaru/Yuya. with some implied Kyo/Kyoshiro and Kyo/Yuya. Mostly Kyo centric.
Theme: Five Meals-Dinner
Rating: PG-13 for some slight language.
Author's Note: In Japan, you are not supposed to pour your own cup of sake. Someone else does it for you.
There were many things Kyo didn't like. He hated women's perfume, Kyoshiro and weaklings. Of course, what he really hated was the way Hotaru just had to sit right next to the stupid dog face during dinner. Or to be more exact, the way the woman didn't seem to be offended or squeamish at all.
The hate was so much that he was having a hard time keeping Kyoshiro down and for some reason, the bastard seemed to find it funny. "Kyo, you just-" The voice stopped as the wimp's voice started to shake with laughter.
"Shut up, you bastard. I'm not jealous."
"I didn't say that. But-"
"Can it!" He snapped at Kyoshiro, if yelling into your head could be called snapping.
That seemed to end the conversation as Kyoshiro's voice quickly faded back into the recesses of his mind. He then glared back at the two. Yuya was chatting with Benitora and technically, one could argue that Hotaru just happened to be by her side. At least, until the young man tugged on her sleeve or took something off her plate. Then Yuya would turn around either to yell at him, or attend to whatever he needed, usually grumbling the whole time. At this particular moment, she started grumbling
"Kyo, you're not going to cause Hotaru to go up in flames." Bon whispered as he reached in front of Kyo to reach a sake bottle. Kyo snatched it out of his hand and poured for Bon, grumbling about the idiot's manners before he let the sluggard take it. Rolling his eyes, Bon poured.
"Che. Not you too."
"Heh, the ex letting you have it too?" The reference to Kyoshiro was not amusing and Kyo nearly reached for his sword, but smirked instead, taking a sip from his cup.
"I should kill you now."
"Whatever, you pussy." Taking a deep swig, Bontenmaru grunted as he wiped his mouth. "When do you suppose that happened anyways?"
"How the fuck should I know? I didn't think dog face paid attention to anyone who didn't have bounty on his head." Or so he had hoped.
"Well, I'm sure Hotaru has a few, we just haven't heard about them. Why do you care anyways, Kyo? Huh? Why?"
"I just don't want the idiot getting in stupid ideas about her. You remember back in days what happened last time he ever you know, liked someone?"
"You mean the woman whose face he burned off? Come on. That was a long time ago. Besides, Yuya has a gun." At that moment, the aforementioned woman happened to have once again turned towards Hotaru and was proceeding to wipe something off his mouth. There was something so disgustingly wholesome about it.
"You really think that would do any good?"
"Well, her face is still intact and she's been bossing him around like they've been married for ten years, so… Hey, where you going?" Kyo was up and stalking towards the door, trying not to let his aura over flow.
"Out."
"Shut up, Kyoshiro."
Author: silver_magess
Fandom: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Pairing: Hotaru/Yuya. with some implied Kyo/Kyoshiro and Kyo/Yuya. Mostly Kyo centric.
Theme: Five Meals-Dinner
Rating: PG-13 for some slight language.
Author's Note: In Japan, you are not supposed to pour your own cup of sake. Someone else does it for you.
There were many things Kyo didn't like. He hated women's perfume, Kyoshiro and weaklings. Of course, what he really hated was the way Hotaru just had to sit right next to the stupid dog face during dinner. Or to be more exact, the way the woman didn't seem to be offended or squeamish at all.
The hate was so much that he was having a hard time keeping Kyoshiro down and for some reason, the bastard seemed to find it funny. "Kyo, you just-" The voice stopped as the wimp's voice started to shake with laughter.
"Shut up, you bastard. I'm not jealous."
"I didn't say that. But-"
"Can it!" He snapped at Kyoshiro, if yelling into your head could be called snapping.
That seemed to end the conversation as Kyoshiro's voice quickly faded back into the recesses of his mind. He then glared back at the two. Yuya was chatting with Benitora and technically, one could argue that Hotaru just happened to be by her side. At least, until the young man tugged on her sleeve or took something off her plate. Then Yuya would turn around either to yell at him, or attend to whatever he needed, usually grumbling the whole time. At this particular moment, she started grumbling
"Kyo, you're not going to cause Hotaru to go up in flames." Bon whispered as he reached in front of Kyo to reach a sake bottle. Kyo snatched it out of his hand and poured for Bon, grumbling about the idiot's manners before he let the sluggard take it. Rolling his eyes, Bon poured.
"Che. Not you too."
"Heh, the ex letting you have it too?" The reference to Kyoshiro was not amusing and Kyo nearly reached for his sword, but smirked instead, taking a sip from his cup.
"I should kill you now."
"Whatever, you pussy." Taking a deep swig, Bontenmaru grunted as he wiped his mouth. "When do you suppose that happened anyways?"
"How the fuck should I know? I didn't think dog face paid attention to anyone who didn't have bounty on his head." Or so he had hoped.
"Well, I'm sure Hotaru has a few, we just haven't heard about them. Why do you care anyways, Kyo? Huh? Why?"
"I just don't want the idiot getting in stupid ideas about her. You remember back in days what happened last time he ever you know, liked someone?"
"You mean the woman whose face he burned off? Come on. That was a long time ago. Besides, Yuya has a gun." At that moment, the aforementioned woman happened to have once again turned towards Hotaru and was proceeding to wipe something off his mouth. There was something so disgustingly wholesome about it.
"You really think that would do any good?"
"Well, her face is still intact and she's been bossing him around like they've been married for ten years, so… Hey, where you going?" Kyo was up and stalking towards the door, trying not to let his aura over flow.
"Out."
"Shut up, Kyoshiro."