When they arrived at the house. Kyouki was still fuming. Truth be told, she seemed calm. Going to the trunk, she elbowed the doorbell. Aisha answered shortly. "Here, let me help." Taking what was in her friend's hands. "What did they run out of bags?" Aisha chuckled when Brian entered after.
Kyouki still said nothing, but her heart hurt, fighting the urge not to cry. She blinked back the tears that were blurring her vision. On her last trip to the car, she carried the bags and went right to the kitchen. Aisha was putting things away and Brian hung his coat up then quietly sat on the sofa watching what was playing on the television.
The water was running, and Kyouki was washing the vegetables for the night's dinner. Aisha said nothing but looked occasionally at the young woman grinding her teeth. Kyouki stopped, shut the water off, tossed what was in her hands in the sink, her head hanging low. Silently crying, she felt arms around her.
Patting Kyouki's back. "Go relax, I'll handle this." Aisha whispered.
Kyouki nodded, grabbing her jacket to put it in her room.
~
Gat woke from a nap. Hearing the front door tossed a warm pair of sleep pants on, then headed down, seeing Brian sitting on the sofa. "Sup." Brian greeted him in return. They both heard the water running, then shut off. Then, seeing Kyouki's eyes red, wiping away tears as she excused herself to her room. He looked at Brian, who shook his head and turned back around. Gat went to the kitchen. "What happen?"
"I'm not sure she just stopped. Started crying, so I told her to rest."
~
Johnny was already at her door, opening it to see Kyouki curled up facing the wall on the bed. Closing the door behind him, he locked it. Going over to the bed, he sat rubbing her shoulder to get her to open up. She wasn't budging. She curled tighter and shrugged away.
"Who did it? Brian out there? Cause I will kill him the second I walk out this door."
"Wasn't him." She turns over on her left side. "You would kill for me?"
"All I need is a name."
Ky weighed that. She closed her eyes and felt new tears burning. Shifting to sit up, and looked Johnny in the eye. He wiped her tears with his thumb. "Hm?"
"Johnathan Gat."
"Huh?"
She sniffed. "Get out." Kyouki laid back down on her side, facing away from Gat. He sat looking at her, confused. She wanted him dead?
"Baby, what happened?"
Li's jaw tightened. "You happen, you and your… you-ness."
"What do that mean?"
"I'm concluding you don't want me to be happy, ever."
"You need to explain what happened? How are you not happy?"
Kyouki sobbed and sniffed some more. Gat sat waiting, but she was still silent. He needed to know so he could try to help or get Ish to help. "Ky, what's up?"
Kyouki wasn't leader of the Saints right now; she was Kyouki James. She knew she was missing things that happened before shit went down, people in her life from then and now. In her frustration, this gnawing feeling from what they, Laura and Aisha had said and was brought up with her encounter with Troy. Kyouki would send Johnny to finish what he started, with how she was feeling.
"Why am I not with my family? They should be here. Why am I not with Troy? It's near Christmas and this will be the first year I'm not…. Everything has changed since that day... I'm awake. I don't know what is going on anymore. I-I can't focus on anything, but everything from that nigh keeps being brought up." The feeling of being alone, having to be alone this time of year, it just all boiled down to stress behind the guilt, and lies, she had been telling herself, and dealing with from before her coma to now. That she is alright.
She sobs again, replaying the fight that shouldn't have been from earlier. "Why did you have to kill those people to get to Troy? Why couldn't you just leave it alone when you found out we were together? What is it about Troy that you had to drive that wedge? Now I'm pissed at him for nearly getting me shot, and for what? Why can't you just talk to me?" Looking over her shoulder at him. "I can't really blame you for my family, but I can fully blame you one million percent for Troy." Facing him fully, the tears slowing. She's just venting.
Johnny moved off the bed. "What do you mean, nearly shot? I made sure your family was nowhere near Stilwater." He held his hand out for her to take.
Kyouki got up. He scooped her up securely so he could reposition them. "What are you doing? Put me down!"
He stood on the bed, then sat and leaned against the wall, placing her down in his lap. She tried to move away, but he held her by her waist.
"Let me go."
"No. You can hate me for sending them away if it will make you feel better." He moved her long braid out of the way to put his head on her shoulder.
She deflated a bit. "I don't hate you, I try."
Gat tickled her. She tensed, wiggling on him as he stopped, putting his head back on her shoulder, breathing in her scent.
"Thank you for looking out for them. But I really just need to know why you hate me and Troy together. I was happy." Placing her cheek on his head.
'Of all the damn times.' Johnny's body was reacting to her, he was relishing in it. Being this close, for once when he has tried to avoid her, even in the past, tried to tell himself that he is not attracted to her, tried to screw Aisha more but, the second a thought ran through he wanted her more, now more than before.
"I should have done this years ago."
"What?"
It was becoming painful. He isn't just worried and worrying for her. After the shit that went down, it was a part of him that went into a coma, too. He isn't over her. "I don't hate you and Troy together. I hate the thought of anyone and you together."
"Huh?"
Li felt him rubbing her hip. Slowly he rubbed up under the hoodie, finding a second layer, pulling it up as well. He felt the scars as he kneaded her flesh. His eyes closed, biting his lip.
Li felt like she was in a filling tank. Anxiously waiting for the feeling to stop or consume her. Her hand held tight to his wrist, then his bicep. "Johnny stop."
She felt like she was going under. He rubbed along her ribcage, thumbing just under the fabric of her bra. She felt weightless.
He wrapped his right hand around her braid at the base of her scalp and gently pulled her head back, kissing along the underside of her jaw. Her hand went to his neck, gasping soft moans escaped her lips.
"No." was but a whisper. Her eyelids felt heavy, catching herself. "Johnny no. Sekkusu nashi ." She paused him for a moment.
Feathered kisses along her jaw. "Why don't you let me?" Turning her head nose to nose with him meeting her eyes, those oddly alluring honey hazel eyes. His gaze, along with baritone gravel, sent a warm tingle where she didn't need it.
He hovered near her lips, held her in place so if she suddenly jerked away, she would hurt herself. And she knew it.
Swallowing hard, breathing even harder. " Wareware wa honrai aru beki sugata ni kuraberu to, youyaku hanbun dake mezameta joutai ni suginai. " Feeling her pulse hammering. "You love the woman in the kitchen, and she loves you, too."
"Compared to what we ought to be, we are only half awake." He translated. Holding her head still looking her in the eye, a shaky breath that fanned over his face, he rubbed up her side, sliding her off of his lap to lay her on the bed and on top of her. "The second I decided what I wanted to do, I did it." Pressing his hardened member into her thigh.
" Wakarudeshou ?" Her eyebrows drew closer together.
Smirking. "Yes."
Grunting, he gave in. Getting up, he adjusted himself. There was no use in hiding his arousal. He stood there, with his back to her, smiling to himself, still catching the scent of the woman behind him, warming him. Still, the feeling of her soft skin on his lips, the amount of respect and restraint for her makes him think he can get a pass into heaven.
Kyouki laid there, catching her breath. He understood her. 'When did that happen?' The feeling of his hands and lips on her were still warm, then the sudden invasive chill that took over her body.
The thought of him… no them, the thought of them going further than what just happened was a one-way ticket to hell. She needed to be alone. It had been a long while since she was touched like that, and she almost fell.
Turning her head went to say something then snapped her mouth shut. His dragon tattoo scrawled along his shoulders, sent that image of what he did with Aisha in her bed at Purgatory. A sudden tingle rippled, squeezing her eyes tight. Yeah, she was going to hell tonight. "You just going to stand there?"
Watching him stretch his back muscles. "You want me to finish what we started?"
"N-no!"
"Gimme your hoodie." Gat snorted.
Gripping the fabric of the oversized hoodie. "No, it won't fit you." That was a lie. She got it from him.
"Who you think you got it from?" A grunt from her. The weight hit the back of his head as he felt it. Gat chuckled, putting it on. He shrugged it to adjust. "I'll give it back in a few." Running his fingers through his hair, he left, heading back upstairs.
~*~
Kyouki needed to get out of there, stat. Grabbing her coat, heading to the kitchen. "Ish?"
"Hmm?" Slicing the meat Ky left out to fix.
"Can you handle dinner, cause Johnny just tried something with me and I need to go."
"Tried something?"
Ky nodded. "He was… hands, lips…. W-when did he start to understand me?" Li pouted. Aisha will set him right and hand him his ass.
"That's it? What, understanding you?"
"Eh? Japanese… Fuck you mean ' That's it ?'" Kyouki took Aisha by her shoulders. "What do you mean? You two are and have always been together."
Aisha smirked. "Because he lives here with me? You now just noticed he answers you?"
"Because you two were fucking in my room!" She dropped her hands. "Eh, Aisha wakarimasu ka ?"
Aisha tilted her head, nodded, going back to slicing. "Y-ye-No?" She shrugged. "And granted. I got dinner. Brian's room is set up. You can relax." Waving her hand, shooing Kyouki away towards the front room. "Where are you going?"
Kyouki was confused, very confused. "To see Troy. Thanks." She heard Gat coming back down, suddenly turned to head out of the back door.
Aisha's eyebrows rose into her hairline practically. "Really?"
Ky was gone.
~*~*~
Gat came to her room dressed with the hoodie in his hand. "Here…" Seeing her was not there, he checked the other spare room, saw Brian still watching TV, heard her car start and saw the headlights flash from the driveway. "Where she going?" Standing in the kitchen doorway.
"Nacho." She was slicing thin strips of chicken still.
"Ish, where?"
"I'm not telling cause you'll do nothing but follow her, irritating her some more. When are you going to talk to her?"
"Ish, I have been!"
Aisha shook her head, waving the knife. "Don't Ish me, cause I know, and I love her too. I will tell her everything and how you feel." Lightly pointing the knife at his chest, Johnny groaned, Aisha snorted. "Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy when you vent, but no. Tell her or I will. Now get Brian a drink."
The doorbell rang.