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By _Boxers_
Emiri wasn't philosophical. Or religious. Or an all-around good person. Never had been, never would be. She even threw things and cussed as a kid. Not too much had changed, and what had changed had all been influenced by him.
When she was first hired by Ozzal, she'd been terrible. (She'd admit it now, but never back then.) Making a mess of things, a new hole in the wall every week, using all the hot water in the house and occasionally eating all of the hot pockets...just because she wanted to piss someone off. It usually worked. He'd been hired to clean up after her and to make sure that there wouldn't be such a huge grocery bill of hot pockets anymore.
Izuru Kira.
Emiri hadn't bothered learning much about him, just that he used to be some sort of military...police...thing...enforcement whatever. And that he'd gotten fired for refusing to complete a mission, or eating too many donuts, or something like that. Used to work under some asshole named Gin, and every time he heard the name he'd blush a little. In Emiri's head it was gay sex, but she never really bothered to find out if her girlish fantasies were real or not. In any case, he was Kira, strict and absolute, but at the same time a total pansy.
She was fascinated almost immediately.
He'd never complain about his work - changing beer-soaked sheets, the stupid costumes she loved to put him in, holding down a violent drunken teenager so she wouldn't fling a chair out the fancy glass window, all the while ignoring irritated slurs of, "I JUST WANNA SEE WHAT THE HOLE WOULD LOOK LIKE, LIKE IF IT'D LOOK LIKE THE CARTOONS!!" - even though anyone could plainly see it was more to handle than a five year old on thirty pixie sticks. He was diligent, he was calm, only every once in a while becoming mildly annoyed...like the time where she refused to get out of bed solely because he wouldn't go get her another beer (she had already had four or five...).
It was really tiresome to have someone constantly on her case.
But at the same time, she sort of loved it. There was even a day in her life where she considered going to church with him, just to see what this 'God' ruckus was all about, but promptly realized after spending three and a half hours picking out the perfect dress that could even turn Father Smith's head that Izuru had already left.
And so, here they were, some good amount of years and a few changes of heart later (and a few less psycho drugs too), sitting outside the current place of residence, closer together than two people who weren't dating probably should be. It was one of those rare moments where everything seems so incredibly perfect, despite the upcoming battle and the one that had just passed. Emiri reflected silently on all of this, occasionally taking swift glances at the man next to her. Izuru looked like he was having some private memoirs of his own, so lost and not found in his own world...
Emiri cleared her throat, and there was no response.
She repeated...Again, nothing.
Finally, she reared back for a vicious punch to the shoulder, toppling Izuru over onto the sideway. He yelped in his adorable pansy way, and Emiri put on a cheesy innocent smile. Oddly enough, Kira couldn't find the words to fight back. He gave her an odd stare as he righted himself on the pavement.
"Hey...Izuru. Do you regret anything that we've ever done together?"
"Mm...Like what?"
"I dunno. Cleaning up after me, buying me tampons, cleaning my dirty pan-"
"No!" He interrupted her, a dark blush staining his cheeks. "N-no...No, I don't think I regret it," he said slowly.
She giggled, then sighed. Her green eye flashed brightly as she grinned.
"Would you do it all again?"
Almost as if hitting a realization, Kira smiled too. "Sure," he muttered, just soft enough for her to hear, "Why wouldn't I?"
"All of it? Exactly as it was, all of the drunken fights and the nearly getting killed and all that shit?"
"Language. And yeah, sure..." He took a dramatic pause, to slip his hand into Emiri's, smiling inwardly as she flinched a bit in surprise.
"If only for you, Emiri."
Emiri wasn't philosophical. Or religious. Or an all-around good person. Never had been, never would be. She even threw things and cussed as a kid. Not too much had changed, and what had changed had all been influenced by him.
When she was first hired by Ozzal, she'd been terrible. (She'd admit it now, but never back then.) Making a mess of things, a new hole in the wall every week, using all the hot water in the house and occasionally eating all of the hot pockets...just because she wanted to piss someone off. It usually worked. He'd been hired to clean up after her and to make sure that there wouldn't be such a huge grocery bill of hot pockets anymore.
Izuru Kira.
Emiri hadn't bothered learning much about him, just that he used to be some sort of military...police...thing...enforcement whatever. And that he'd gotten fired for refusing to complete a mission, or eating too many donuts, or something like that. Used to work under some asshole named Gin, and every time he heard the name he'd blush a little. In Emiri's head it was gay sex, but she never really bothered to find out if her girlish fantasies were real or not. In any case, he was Kira, strict and absolute, but at the same time a total pansy.
She was fascinated almost immediately.
He'd never complain about his work - changing beer-soaked sheets, the stupid costumes she loved to put him in, holding down a violent drunken teenager so she wouldn't fling a chair out the fancy glass window, all the while ignoring irritated slurs of, "I JUST WANNA SEE WHAT THE HOLE WOULD LOOK LIKE, LIKE IF IT'D LOOK LIKE THE CARTOONS!!" - even though anyone could plainly see it was more to handle than a five year old on thirty pixie sticks. He was diligent, he was calm, only every once in a while becoming mildly annoyed...like the time where she refused to get out of bed solely because he wouldn't go get her another beer (she had already had four or five...).
It was really tiresome to have someone constantly on her case.
But at the same time, she sort of loved it. There was even a day in her life where she considered going to church with him, just to see what this 'God' ruckus was all about, but promptly realized after spending three and a half hours picking out the perfect dress that could even turn Father Smith's head that Izuru had already left.
And so, here they were, some good amount of years and a few changes of heart later (and a few less psycho drugs too), sitting outside the current place of residence, closer together than two people who weren't dating probably should be. It was one of those rare moments where everything seems so incredibly perfect, despite the upcoming battle and the one that had just passed. Emiri reflected silently on all of this, occasionally taking swift glances at the man next to her. Izuru looked like he was having some private memoirs of his own, so lost and not found in his own world...
Emiri cleared her throat, and there was no response.
She repeated...Again, nothing.
Finally, she reared back for a vicious punch to the shoulder, toppling Izuru over onto the sideway. He yelped in his adorable pansy way, and Emiri put on a cheesy innocent smile. Oddly enough, Kira couldn't find the words to fight back. He gave her an odd stare as he righted himself on the pavement.
"Hey...Izuru. Do you regret anything that we've ever done together?"
"Mm...Like what?"
"I dunno. Cleaning up after me, buying me tampons, cleaning my dirty pan-"
"No!" He interrupted her, a dark blush staining his cheeks. "N-no...No, I don't think I regret it," he said slowly.
She giggled, then sighed. Her green eye flashed brightly as she grinned.
"Would you do it all again?"
Almost as if hitting a realization, Kira smiled too. "Sure," he muttered, just soft enough for her to hear, "Why wouldn't I?"
"All of it? Exactly as it was, all of the drunken fights and the nearly getting killed and all that shit?"
"Language. And yeah, sure..." He took a dramatic pause, to slip his hand into Emiri's, smiling inwardly as she flinched a bit in surprise.
"If only for you, Emiri."