The Hand That Bites
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
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1,048
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The Hand That Bites
This was a drabble I wrote a few months ago, inspired by a silly conversation with Nobiki. I wasn't originally going to post it, but I'm still quite fond of it, so what the hell. It takes place in the continuity of my and Penbrydd's Cut-Glass Heart (posted on the collab account Wryly Fantarding), during the time when Aoba, Raidou, and Genma served under Shizuka. Shizuka is my own creation. Enjoy!
The Hand That Bites
There was usually a reason for Shizuka-taichou to arrive last to any given team meeting -- meetings that she organized herself -- and they were rarely ones that spelled good news for the rest of the team. So when she finally arrived on the scene by the training grounds to see Aoba jabbering senselessly away at his teammates like always, she hardly looked pleased. Raidou seemed to be the only one who noticed her sour disposition right at first, and he straightened up immediately, nervously fixing his hitai-ate and hoping no one would die, today. That was the fun of being under Gekkou Shizuka -- one never knew if he was going to survive the day. She was, as Genma had once put it, more frightening than anything they'd ever encountered on any mission.
Shizuka stormed right past the three teenage tokujou as if they weren't there, hurling a cloth-wrapped bento at the ground so hard that it dented itself into the grass, and Raidou was quite sure he heard something snap or crack. He cringed slightly, tugging at his hitai-ate again -- was it tied too loose or something today? -- but Shizuka spun around with a familiar dangerous glint in her eye.
"Namiashi, stop fidgeting," she snapped, quickly. Raidou froze and then dropped his hands to his side immediately. "Yamashiro, stop talking. Shiranui, stop breathing."
Yamashiro stopped just three words too late, but he managed to duck the fist that came flying at his face, just barely. Genma's expression was somewhere halfway between a sneer and a disgustingly smug smirk. "Shiranui, you're going to need to duck, too, if you don't wipe that look off your face," she snarled at him, viciously. Genma's face didn't even flicker.
The fist came fast and hard, and Genma didn't even bother trying to dodge it -- he never did, anymore. There was a sickening crack as Genma's nose broke for the umpteenth time in the year and a half since he'd started working under Shizuka, and blood began to pour down his face immediately. He didn't make any move to staunch the flow.
"When I say 'duck', I don't mean the water fowl, you useless sack of idiocy," Shizuka barked, shaking the blood from her fist. Genma just smirked broadly, opened his mouth, and quacked.
When Shizuka's fist drove into his already broken nose for the second time, he let out a slight gurgle of dismay, but that was it. As soon as he'd finished reeling from the force of the blow, his mouth was open again -- but Raidou tackled him before he could make another sound, one hand clamped firmly over his blood-spattered mouth.
The Hand That Bites
There was usually a reason for Shizuka-taichou to arrive last to any given team meeting -- meetings that she organized herself -- and they were rarely ones that spelled good news for the rest of the team. So when she finally arrived on the scene by the training grounds to see Aoba jabbering senselessly away at his teammates like always, she hardly looked pleased. Raidou seemed to be the only one who noticed her sour disposition right at first, and he straightened up immediately, nervously fixing his hitai-ate and hoping no one would die, today. That was the fun of being under Gekkou Shizuka -- one never knew if he was going to survive the day. She was, as Genma had once put it, more frightening than anything they'd ever encountered on any mission.
Shizuka stormed right past the three teenage tokujou as if they weren't there, hurling a cloth-wrapped bento at the ground so hard that it dented itself into the grass, and Raidou was quite sure he heard something snap or crack. He cringed slightly, tugging at his hitai-ate again -- was it tied too loose or something today? -- but Shizuka spun around with a familiar dangerous glint in her eye.
"Namiashi, stop fidgeting," she snapped, quickly. Raidou froze and then dropped his hands to his side immediately. "Yamashiro, stop talking. Shiranui, stop breathing."
Yamashiro stopped just three words too late, but he managed to duck the fist that came flying at his face, just barely. Genma's expression was somewhere halfway between a sneer and a disgustingly smug smirk. "Shiranui, you're going to need to duck, too, if you don't wipe that look off your face," she snarled at him, viciously. Genma's face didn't even flicker.
The fist came fast and hard, and Genma didn't even bother trying to dodge it -- he never did, anymore. There was a sickening crack as Genma's nose broke for the umpteenth time in the year and a half since he'd started working under Shizuka, and blood began to pour down his face immediately. He didn't make any move to staunch the flow.
"When I say 'duck', I don't mean the water fowl, you useless sack of idiocy," Shizuka barked, shaking the blood from her fist. Genma just smirked broadly, opened his mouth, and quacked.
When Shizuka's fist drove into his already broken nose for the second time, he let out a slight gurgle of dismay, but that was it. As soon as he'd finished reeling from the force of the blow, his mouth was open again -- but Raidou tackled him before he could make another sound, one hand clamped firmly over his blood-spattered mouth.