Almost-pointless Takeshi/Irae fic. It's interesting writing such a cracky pairing in a fandom in which crack pairings are practically impossible! And Takeshi's refreshing to write. =D Yay psychos!
: Uh, violence, and implied smexytiems.
On a cold, dark night, Takeshi Ukuzushi found himself sitting at a local bar, alone. Accompanied only by the glass filled with ice and amber-colored liquid. Piercing yellow eyes watched the ice melt, before taking a sip. His mind was running a mile a minute, never resting on one topic too long. He regretted his abilities in these moments, because it was essentially impossible to get himself drunk.
Which admittedly, he needed right now. Not that he would say this to anyone. So lost in these thoughts that he would never speak of, he could not help but jump slightly when a slender hand placed itself on his shoulder. When the offending hand's owner laughed, however, he relaxed.
"Irae," The man of 26 spoke. "What do you want?" He hadn't even looked at her, as his glass was apparently very fascinating. He heard her scoff.
"What do you think I want, oh-so-important leader of mine?"
Takeshi was quite obviously, not in a great mood. Which was when he was a dangerous person to be around. Well, he was always a dangerous person to be around, but when in a bad mood, even moreso. "To annoy me?" He murmured, simply blinking as she took the glass he had in his hand. And drank the rest of it herself.
"I'm in a bar," Irae grinned, enjoying the burn that came with whatever Takeshi was drinking. Probably scotch. She took a seat next to him, after grabbing a bottle of something for herself, Takeshi wasn't really paying attention. She poured some of it in his glass and passed it over to him. "So obviously, I want a drink."
He simply took a sip of the burning liquid in his glass before turning wolf-yellow eyes to stare at her for a few moments. "I would have thought you'd be at the ice cream stand."
"It's not open..." The firestarter sighed, drinking from the bottle. "Besides, you still owe me an ice cream cone!"
Takeshi simply watched her, uncharacteristically silent. Irae frowned and snatched his empty glass away, pouring him more alcohol. "Will you stop brooding about Akuma knows what, Takeshi? Thinking about shit you can't change isn't good for you~" She laughed, once again sliding the glass over to him.
A slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he made his next statement. "You speak from personal experience." Irae laughed in response and after a moment of consideration and some more alcohol, shrugged.
"Maybe... Maybe not! You never know, with us psychos." Her smile was becoming a little less distant, and she was slouching ever so slightly as she relaxed. Irae the Wildfire was a woman who was always on guard, even around those she trusted.
At this comment, Takeshi laughs. He pours himself some more alcohol, which he was beginning to think was whiskey or scotch. He couldn't get drunk, though the woman next to him obviously was.
They drank together in a comfortable silence. Irae much too content with the flammable liquid to be safe, and Takeshi grateful for the distraction she provided. After a while, Irae turns to him, elbow resting on the bartop, and her chin supported by her hand. Half-closed gray eyes look up as she asks her next question.
"Takeshi, how is it that you can jump out of an airship to fall 500 feet onto solid concrete, quite literally smash your face into the aforementioned concrete, and not go into shock from the pain alone?" It was a huge run-on sentence but Irae was a little less than clear-headed, so she didn't really care.
He answers the question without much hesitation. "Getting pushed through a wood chipper does wonders for your pain tolerance..."
Irae blinks, lifting her head a little. "... You're shittin' me. A wood chipper?" Giving it some thought, she grinned a little. One that would be slightly scary to anyone else. "So... You can deal with basically any kind of pain, now?"
"Well, it still hurts, but... Yeah." As he said this, that smile widened and Takeshi would never admit it, but he was beginning to see why Rai often ran in the opposite direction of Irae whenever he saw it.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I tried something, right?" She didn't wait for an answer. Grabbing his arm, she pulls him towards the large, decorative window. "Just an experiment..."
And with that, she clutched the white sleeves of his shirt and pushed him through the window with a strength not many have. It wasn't anything superhuman, but it was surprising, and something he had not expected from Irae.
Lying on the ground and wondering how exactly this happened, Takeshi doesn't notice Irae's close until she's sitting on top of him, watching a deep cut just above his eye heal. "It's fascinating, y'know that?" She murmurs, leaning a little too close for comfort, as if truly captivated by the abilities that she has always known he's had.
Takeshi laughed. It was a deranged sortof laugh, amused at the situation and thinking only that Irae proved to be a wonderful distraction. "Hey, Irae..." She made a questioning sound at him, but didn't pull back to make eye contact. A terrifying smirk on his face, Takeshi grabbed a shard of glass and slashed upwards, towards her face.
A gasp escaped past her lips and she moved back with slightly sluggish movements. Takeshi, not one to let an opening to go unnoticed, pushed her off of him, and pinned her to the ground. He grins widely, teeth bared in an almost feral fashion. Taking delight in the game she's provided him with. She was smiling, even as the blood ran down her jawline and past her neck. Under the thin tanktop she wore. His attention was brought to the wound he'd inflicted. One hand moved from her right wrist, to tilt her head up slightly. To inspect his handiwork. A deep gash extending only slightly past her jaw.
Blood pooled against pale white skin, a stark contrast in the dark lighting. He heard her chuckle, and felt fingers trail up his arm. He flinched only slightly when she left red, burning trails on his skin that healed as soon as she moved from one spot to another.
Those same fingers trail up his shoulder, across his neck. It burned and he didn't dare move, even as her thumb came to rest over the glyph tattoo on his neck. It was something she didn't really ask about, not because it was a taboo subject or anything, but really, she didn't need to know about it. It was interesting how it was always there after healing from a particularly nasty wound. Like a beheading.
Neither of them said anything for a while. Irae, with a hand at the back of his neck, fingertips burning into his skin, and Takeshi smearing her blood across pale skin with his own hand. His eyes glowed in the darkness of the corridor as he stared down at her, and that probably would've terrified anyone who's even just heard of him. But this is Irae and Irae's always been reckless and even sortof stupid and most of all, she knew him.
Then, in a moment that was almost beautiful in its insanity, Irae smirked. It was that deadly grin of hers that always meant she was going to do something that was either amazing, or incredibly stupid.
A burning fist smashed into the side of his face, and Takeshi's terrifying grin widened, even as blood dripped from a healing wound, forming a tiny splatter on Irae's cheek, next to her eye. Two hands placed themselves on his shoulders, burning through clothing and sizzling against his skin as she kicked him off.
When he grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into a wooden wall, Irae only laughed. The air was blisteringly hot around them and it burned at his eyes and in his mouth and on his tongue. Her hands were clutching at his short hair, singeingthe dark brown strands.
He slammed a fist into her gut and she doubled over from the force of it. Coughing from the harsh blow, Irae grasped his sleeve with one burning hand as she caught her breath. She chuckled, a dark, low sound that Takeshi barely heard.
In the next moment, Irae's lips were on his own, her teeth biting down on his lower lip. Takeshi took a step back and she pushed him into a nearby doorway, neither of them knowing quite where it lead. Her hand once again was pulling at the hair at the back of his head and his skin burned as if on fire, which probably wasn't that much of a stretch.
Most people in this situation would try to stop her in some way. Hell, he knew Rai would. But he was not Rai and he certainly wasn't complaining. This was such a delightful game, and Takeshi had never been one to lose.
Irae's head hit a splintered wooden wall, but they never lost contact. She pushed against him, trying to regain control even as her hands tugged at his shirt that was ruined with holes and burns. But in a contest of physical force with Takeshi, Irae was well-aware that she could not win.
One hand found itself under the thin shirt she wore, tanned fingers trailing across her hip and up her spine, traveling across scars and bruises that he knew were forming there. He did not miss the way she tensed when his fingers brushed across the large scar that took up a good portion of her back. He hadn't known it was there, but Takeshi was not surprised.
Burning lips and slightly pointed teeth grazed along his neck, her hands tugging what was left of his shirt to the side. Tanned skin turned red wherever she touched, only to quickly fade in the next moment.
Takeshi manages to rid Irae of her shirt, and out of the corner of his eye, somehow is able to tell that they moved to what looks like a cellar. He's just not sure when they moved. He also finds he doesn't care.
And he's pretty sure he won't give a shit about the how or why this happened. Until the next day, at least. But even that's doubtful.
Takeshi Ukuzushi discovers, for most likely the third time that night, that Irae was a wonderful distraction. So wonderful, in fact, that he cannot even remember what was bothering him so badly that he attempted to drown his sorrows in alcohol. Which they both knew was impossible for him.
It must not have been too important, if he couldn't remember. Besides, the distractions in life were much more fun than the important stuff. So Takeshi decides to focus on those for a while.
, of all things. Nothing quite like writing violencefic to "Love Today." 8D