Tora sat with his feet up on the desk next to his, not terribly concerned about who was supposed to be using it. It wasnât like anyone really did anything in class, anyway, and nobody stuck to the assigned seating. Basically everyone just socialized, but in a classroom, sometimes while a teacher tried to lecture. This one didnât bother, merely doing paperwork at her desk with little evidence of interest in what her students were doing. Tora had always liked Ms. Northwood because of this quality⊠and also because she was smart as a whip and had a really nice ass. It went without saying what heâd done regarding that. Thankfully, she was also one of those people who understood the actual meaning of the words âone night standâ and âcasual sex,â in the case of multiple one-nights strung together, as had been the case for several months with them.
More importantly, his Henchmen were back in functioning order, and so all was right with the world again, as far as Tora was concerned. In fact, his life was pretty damn fantastic. Work for the Council had been light, but enough to keep him entertained, Haru and Ryo were happyâwhich oddly made Tora happy as wellâTatsu was fine, and Naya, well⊠he could write odes to the taste of that woman. Those were some of his nicest memories in this particular genre now. It had only been a couple of days since heâd woken up next to her, as Tora was completely unashamed of the fact that he was a cuddler and liked to stay for at least a few hours post-coitus for precisely that. Heâd been highly tempted by, and successfully made a bid for, round two in the morning, but heâd been dragged off-campus for a job after that. Perhaps tonightâŠ
Needless to say, the smile he was wearing was a very satisfied one. He wondered if she was walking right yet. He had been a little⊠rough.
Torahiko wasn't the only one who could be rough, but unlike his sister, Haru wasn't complaining. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about Tora sleeping with his sister, though. For now, however, he wasn't going to say anything. Well, other than an idle passing comment, of course. He just hoped his sister had enough sense to understand how Tora was. He found himself idly tracing the outline of his Mark. It was funny; he did it quite often.
It had only been about a week and a half, Haru was still a little surprised to see the Mark in the reflection of a mirror. He yawned absentmindedly at the desk behind Tora as he leaned back in his chair. Class could really be rather boring. "You know, I'm fairly certain the Boss broke Nana." He said idly.
Ryoku sat in the desk behind Haru, folding paper into small planes as the rest of the class chatted amongst themselves. The teacher didn't seem too interested, not that he could blame her, and class would be over soon, anyways. He set one of the paper planes loose, watching as it floated a few inches before crashing into the back of Haru's head, and falling. He sighed, picked up another one, and set it loose, watching it as it floated a little past Torahiko this time, and snorted when it poked the student's, in front of him, eye. He rose a brow at Haru's statement, and allowed a smirk to pull at his lips. Torahiko wasn't the only one who could be rough, sure, but he'd never left anyone without the capacity to walk. It wasn't as much fun if they couldn't use their legs, after all.
"You should know by now, Haru. The Boss breaks everything he touches. Nana...ha, she's no exception, though, you could have given her a bit of a breather," he stated, this time towards Tora. He knew better, though, and that would have been an unlikely scenario. "So, what do we have planned for today? We haven't done anything in the last few days, or last week, and the school is becoming tamed. It needs a little chaos," he stated, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms behind his head. He stared up at the ceiling, wondering for a moment if he really wanted to cause chaos. Things were rather, perfect, for the last few days, and everything had fallen back into place. But, then again, he did miss being with his bossman and the other henchman.
Tora rolled his eyes. âItâs not like she was complaining, guys. In fact, it was distinctly the opposite.â He might have chosen to be more specific on the point, because they were damn well asking for it, but the mention of mayhem was sufficiently distracting to draw his attention to it, and he was fine with letting it. âEh⊠not my fault some people had their heads stuck up their own asses for so long. Itâs boring if I have to do everything myself, you know.â But hey, now maybe that it wasnât craniums that were up asses, things would go back to normal. Which for them meant a lot of messing with shit.
âWell, I propose we inaugurate the return of official henchman duties by fucking something up. Thoughts, suggestions, ideas, inspirations? Personally I was thinking we coat the whole building in a layer of ice and trap everyone inside, but that would take some logistical planning, and letâs be honest: planning isnât really your strong suit.â He was mostly talking to Ryo there, because the guy was honestly about as smart as a brick wall some days, but that was part of his fun. Haru was a bit more deliberate, but even he didnât always see the same big picture that Tora could.
Haru was glad, to say the least, when Torahiko's attention was turned away from Naya. It was one thing to know that your friend slept with your sister. It was entirely another to hear about it, details and all. He propped his chin in his hand, looking bored, and shrugged. Honestly...nothing came right to mind. Though he did agree, the place was becoming more than tamed.
Kon leapt up onto the desk, rubbing faces with his master, the familiar a small black cat. The classroom was about the only place he wasn't a lion. Haru absent-mindedly pet him for a few seconds. "Huh. I got nothing. Unless we want to go paint the town green."
Ryoku raised a brow at Tora's statement, feigning a mocked hurt look before scratching his cheek. He drummed his fingers along the desk, rummaging through his mind for ideas. Tora's first idea, encasing the school in ice, would have been an ideal situation, however; as Tora stated, that would take some planning. He wasn't going to disagree with Tora, because he was right. It wasn't his strong suit and freezing the entire school would take a lot of time, and they'd more than likely be caught before they finished. Not to mention Eien might not take it too well, though Eien could help if Ryoku could get his brother to actually loosen up that way. He shrugged his shoulders; it was a thought to entertain.
"He said destroy. Painting the town green won't necessarily be destroying it, now would it?" he replied, running his finger down the base of Haru's hairline and down his spine to the middle of his shoulder blades. "Though personally, I think if we were to destroy something, it should be something a little more...public. I hear the girl's gymnasium is in the process of being remodeled, but they are still using it," he spoke, a light smirk tugging at his lips. They could destroy it, and if they were lucky enough, they would catch them as they were changing. He also knew that two of his family members were currently also attending their gym class right now. Hikari and Naya might make him pay for it later, but it would be well worth it in the end.
Tora smirked to himself. Watching the two of them interact was really kinda funny. Admittedly not so much now that they werenât both stupidly trying to hide the obvious, but⊠perhaps that was fine, since they were happier. It was unusual of him to think so, given how little he generally cared for the happiness of others, but wasnât Tatsu always trying to tell him that it wasnât bad to want the happiness of other people? That maybe he should, even? Well, chances were if his brother said it, it was true, but Tora didnât have much of a moral compass of his own. So he let his brother function as his, meaning that this was a good thing, the fact that he enjoyed their contentment.
âGirlsâ gym it is then,â he declared, lacing his hands together behind his head. âDonât just sit there, henchmen, thereâs trouble to be caused.â The smirk grew into a dangerous grin with far too much fang in it for most people to be comfortable. Not that he was overly concerned with the comfort of anyone else. He was going to have fun, and really, that was the important thing, now wasnât it?
âNow come on, before all your ridiculous happiness makes me ill.â
More importantly, his Henchmen were back in functioning order, and so all was right with the world again, as far as Tora was concerned. In fact, his life was pretty damn fantastic. Work for the Council had been light, but enough to keep him entertained, Haru and Ryo were happyâwhich oddly made Tora happy as wellâTatsu was fine, and Naya, well⊠he could write odes to the taste of that woman. Those were some of his nicest memories in this particular genre now. It had only been a couple of days since heâd woken up next to her, as Tora was completely unashamed of the fact that he was a cuddler and liked to stay for at least a few hours post-coitus for precisely that. Heâd been highly tempted by, and successfully made a bid for, round two in the morning, but heâd been dragged off-campus for a job after that. Perhaps tonightâŠ
Needless to say, the smile he was wearing was a very satisfied one. He wondered if she was walking right yet. He had been a little⊠rough.
Torahiko wasn't the only one who could be rough, but unlike his sister, Haru wasn't complaining. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about Tora sleeping with his sister, though. For now, however, he wasn't going to say anything. Well, other than an idle passing comment, of course. He just hoped his sister had enough sense to understand how Tora was. He found himself idly tracing the outline of his Mark. It was funny; he did it quite often.
It had only been about a week and a half, Haru was still a little surprised to see the Mark in the reflection of a mirror. He yawned absentmindedly at the desk behind Tora as he leaned back in his chair. Class could really be rather boring. "You know, I'm fairly certain the Boss broke Nana." He said idly.
Ryoku sat in the desk behind Haru, folding paper into small planes as the rest of the class chatted amongst themselves. The teacher didn't seem too interested, not that he could blame her, and class would be over soon, anyways. He set one of the paper planes loose, watching as it floated a few inches before crashing into the back of Haru's head, and falling. He sighed, picked up another one, and set it loose, watching it as it floated a little past Torahiko this time, and snorted when it poked the student's, in front of him, eye. He rose a brow at Haru's statement, and allowed a smirk to pull at his lips. Torahiko wasn't the only one who could be rough, sure, but he'd never left anyone without the capacity to walk. It wasn't as much fun if they couldn't use their legs, after all.
"You should know by now, Haru. The Boss breaks everything he touches. Nana...ha, she's no exception, though, you could have given her a bit of a breather," he stated, this time towards Tora. He knew better, though, and that would have been an unlikely scenario. "So, what do we have planned for today? We haven't done anything in the last few days, or last week, and the school is becoming tamed. It needs a little chaos," he stated, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms behind his head. He stared up at the ceiling, wondering for a moment if he really wanted to cause chaos. Things were rather, perfect, for the last few days, and everything had fallen back into place. But, then again, he did miss being with his bossman and the other henchman.
Tora rolled his eyes. âItâs not like she was complaining, guys. In fact, it was distinctly the opposite.â He might have chosen to be more specific on the point, because they were damn well asking for it, but the mention of mayhem was sufficiently distracting to draw his attention to it, and he was fine with letting it. âEh⊠not my fault some people had their heads stuck up their own asses for so long. Itâs boring if I have to do everything myself, you know.â But hey, now maybe that it wasnât craniums that were up asses, things would go back to normal. Which for them meant a lot of messing with shit.
âWell, I propose we inaugurate the return of official henchman duties by fucking something up. Thoughts, suggestions, ideas, inspirations? Personally I was thinking we coat the whole building in a layer of ice and trap everyone inside, but that would take some logistical planning, and letâs be honest: planning isnât really your strong suit.â He was mostly talking to Ryo there, because the guy was honestly about as smart as a brick wall some days, but that was part of his fun. Haru was a bit more deliberate, but even he didnât always see the same big picture that Tora could.
Haru was glad, to say the least, when Torahiko's attention was turned away from Naya. It was one thing to know that your friend slept with your sister. It was entirely another to hear about it, details and all. He propped his chin in his hand, looking bored, and shrugged. Honestly...nothing came right to mind. Though he did agree, the place was becoming more than tamed.
Kon leapt up onto the desk, rubbing faces with his master, the familiar a small black cat. The classroom was about the only place he wasn't a lion. Haru absent-mindedly pet him for a few seconds. "Huh. I got nothing. Unless we want to go paint the town green."
Ryoku raised a brow at Tora's statement, feigning a mocked hurt look before scratching his cheek. He drummed his fingers along the desk, rummaging through his mind for ideas. Tora's first idea, encasing the school in ice, would have been an ideal situation, however; as Tora stated, that would take some planning. He wasn't going to disagree with Tora, because he was right. It wasn't his strong suit and freezing the entire school would take a lot of time, and they'd more than likely be caught before they finished. Not to mention Eien might not take it too well, though Eien could help if Ryoku could get his brother to actually loosen up that way. He shrugged his shoulders; it was a thought to entertain.
"He said destroy. Painting the town green won't necessarily be destroying it, now would it?" he replied, running his finger down the base of Haru's hairline and down his spine to the middle of his shoulder blades. "Though personally, I think if we were to destroy something, it should be something a little more...public. I hear the girl's gymnasium is in the process of being remodeled, but they are still using it," he spoke, a light smirk tugging at his lips. They could destroy it, and if they were lucky enough, they would catch them as they were changing. He also knew that two of his family members were currently also attending their gym class right now. Hikari and Naya might make him pay for it later, but it would be well worth it in the end.
Tora smirked to himself. Watching the two of them interact was really kinda funny. Admittedly not so much now that they werenât both stupidly trying to hide the obvious, but⊠perhaps that was fine, since they were happier. It was unusual of him to think so, given how little he generally cared for the happiness of others, but wasnât Tatsu always trying to tell him that it wasnât bad to want the happiness of other people? That maybe he should, even? Well, chances were if his brother said it, it was true, but Tora didnât have much of a moral compass of his own. So he let his brother function as his, meaning that this was a good thing, the fact that he enjoyed their contentment.
âGirlsâ gym it is then,â he declared, lacing his hands together behind his head. âDonât just sit there, henchmen, thereâs trouble to be caused.â The smirk grew into a dangerous grin with far too much fang in it for most people to be comfortable. Not that he was overly concerned with the comfort of anyone else. He was going to have fun, and really, that was the important thing, now wasnât it?
âNow come on, before all your ridiculous happiness makes me ill.â