Sorry for not updating this for a while, but I'm starting to find it harder and harder to keep interested in this. So I've firmly sat myself down and have refused myself to eat dinner until I get this one out!
So heres another chapter! ! Also I'm wondering if this or the next chapter should be the end? Running out of ideas and no one's giving any to me, plus the uninterested me part! :(
So basically I need to end this soon or the story's going to gradually die out and I completely forget it! Help!
This ones to Sentinel07 I hope you like it!
DISCLAIMER! I do not own Kekkaishi but I am working on that as we speak!
Tokine has always hated that bulging yellow back pack that Yoshimori seemed to carry around like it was the most sacred thing on the face of the Earth. He would forget his duties and sit down and have a freaking picnic in plain sight, with his back unprotected to any ayakashi lurking nearby. She didn't get it. Why risk your life for a bite to eat? And now the baka had the nerve to ask her to join him.
She whipped her head at the inoccent question, violet eyes glaring. She stomped over to where he sat and set her foot against his chest, pushing so he was sprawled back, his own eyes furious as he sat up on his elbows. She crossed her arms, looking down at him with one eyebrow raised. "You seriously think I'm going to eat while on duty. No offence but I want to live to see tomorrow, but thanks."
Sarcasm was evident in her voice, each word literally dripping with it. He cocked his head, brows scrunched into a scowl. "I eat on duty every night and I'm still alive."
She rolled her eyes and scoffed. "It's just luck, who knows when it'll finally wear off."
He sighed and shook his head. "You win, Tokine. Whatever you want to do is your choice." He grabbed the sack and swung it over his shoulder, before looking her square in the eye.
"I'll be back in a bit, just going around back. You're still welcome to join me, dad packed too much this time." With that, he turned a corner, leaving her alone.
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes closed. That stupid, idiotic, backpack! She groaned as she remembered the first rule in the kekkaishi rule book.
#1. Never let your partner go off on his own alone.
She squared her shoulders and marched in the direction Yoshimori had left.
She found him sitting at the base of a tree. He glanced up in surprise as she came around the corner, already getting the food out with a blanket underneath him. He grinned.
She scowled and plopped down on a nearby rock. "No way!"
He shrugged, "Suit yourself." and took a humongous bite out of the sandwich he was holding. She scowled in disgust at him and turned her back. She listened to him happily munch on his sandwich as she crossed her arms with a toss of her hair, violet eyes upturned to the sky. She shivered as she felt the wind bite at her sleeve. Suddenly a heavy blanket full of warmth fell onto her shoulders and head, and she turned angrily on Yoshimori, who stood behind her. He grunted and turned away, refusing to look at her. "You looked cold."
She wormed her head out of the blanket and brought it closer around her shoulders, curiously staring at his retreating back. She stood and stiffly sat beside him, the boy already eating another half of another sandwich. He glanced up at her with cheeks so full it would put a chipmunk to shame.
She gingerly took the other half and cautiously took a small bite. Yoshimori watched her and rolled his eyes. "It's not poisoned, Tokine. Just eat it."
She shot him daggers before turning her attention back to the sandwich in her hands. Comfortable silence fell as they ate, Yoshimori tossing food to Tokine when she wanted some. An ayakashi made it's appearance and Yoshimori waved Tokine down, took one last gigantic bite from his banana, and ran off to engage the ayakashi.
Tokine kept her eyes on the battle in case he needed help, but her worry was unnecessary. Yoshimori skillfully weaved his body in a dangerous dance as the ayakashi failed to hit him. A giant kekkai appeared around the middle sized demon before caving on it as they both disappeared in the blink of an eye. Yoshimori came back with his staff on his shoulder, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Tokine only rolled her eyes and gave him his sandwich before star gazing once again.
Yoshimori rolled his shoulder and sat down, his bangs teasing his eyes as a small breeze blew through the area. Yoshimori admired as Tokine's hair was caught in the wind, the tips caressing his arm as she sat to her left, face illuminated by the moon as it tilted up to watch the stars. His breath caught as a pale hand came up to gently brush away a lone strand of hair teasing her cheek. He watched as her eyes caught the reflection of the moon, watched as the moon caressed every exposed area of skin as if it were caressing a lover. The wind blew again and ruffled her kimono.
She looked amazing to Yoshimori at this moment, to put it simply. He saw as her mouth parted as if to speak, but only to run a small pink digit along her rosy lips. Yoshimori sucked in a gasp. Her voice rudely broke his day dreaming. "What are you staring at, baka?"
Yoshimori blinked and saw Tokine giving him a weird look, eyebrows scrunched together. He shook his head. "Nothing."
God he was such a coward...