“…..You don’t look powerful or great, just a guy dressed in clothes. Like a sheep in wolves clothin’ ya know. “ Wow, he was already getting on her nerves. A word floated in her mind and got stuck in there….narcissist.

                   “ Ya need ta’ dial it down. You ain’t gonna get nowhere with that attitude really. “ Did he just, oh my god. narrowed her brow and her lips twisted, “ No, you can’t be co-captain, how many times i have ta’ tell you ! “

“I’m not? I dunno, I’ve gotten pretty far with it so far.” 

A more mellow tone follows, which would normally cast doubt as to whether his grand theatrics were genuine or just an act. His aura was still that of a rather strong willed and boisterous individual, but the fact that he could indeed lower the volume of his voice and carry on a regular conversation meant he couldn’t have been that bad.. Maybe. 

“Oh.. OOOOOH, I GET IT! You feel pity for your opponents, so you’d rather not subject them to my amazing skills! I see I see, you’re quite the humble woman! Alright then, I’ll let you  lead your team solo. I could try out with the basketball team anyway! So.. What was the original question again?”

                “ Um, not being mean or anything, but who the fuck are you ? All i need is spandex shorts and stuff. Plus you don’t even go to my school, also i’m not calling you ‘ Kamina-sama ‘ and i don’t know you.. “

“Heh. Who am I? Let me tell you exactly who I am. Against all odds, the man who rises to the occasion every time. The one who’ll ascend and pierce the heavens! Moving mountains and parting seas! The great and powerful KAMINA-SAMA!” 

It was.. a flashy introduction. But didn’t serve to explain anything. If anything, it only made it clear that the man had a tremendous ego that bordered on narcissism. Not that that made him a bad person. Just a bit delusional in terms of his own importance. 

“Oh, well I attend a different school. But since I’m so great, I can join whatever sports team I want! Hahahaha! So.. Can I be Co-captain?”

               “ I made the volleyball team, i just need someone to come with me to the sporting goods store to buy a couple of things.. “

“Oho! But I have an even better suggestion. How about you make me the co-captain of the volleyball team?! And then we’ll go buy all the sporting goods! After all, what good is a team without the great Kamina-sama to lead it?!”

Perhaps in the long run her own feelings were wrong. She was a blite upon man that could not be stopped. The thought of loving someone so close to her in the most romantic of sense seemed logical to her. But that could have been the wrong. Her mind. It wasn’t fogged or laced with vile notions, she kept a straight forward manner in there. Almost wanting to disappear from the presence of the older of the two seemed to be a step that needed to be taken, yet she did not budge. Boxer was hers. HE WAS HERS. That’s the message she kept screaming to herself mentally as she stood there looking up to him.

Their limbo had been exhausting. The teasing, the back and forth, the random kisses – Her eyes so full of love focused on his. These tender moments were few and far between but each one latched onto her like leeches. She would not let them go. They were what kept her from crying, from stewing alone in her bedroom listening to horrible old love songs. In her heart, in the heart of a somewhat greedy, selfishly built creature she placed his meaning before everyone else. It was foolish, she knew that. She was a fool, she had been for years, yet she hid it like a champion. Stocking Anarchy was the greatest at keeping a facade.

To believe the angel or not. It could have been so simple to let herself dive heart first into this mess. Fingers trailed along his sleeves, finally resting along his shoulders. To let herself love fully, to let herself be free. To let herself fully trust the man that had hurt her so many times.

“Am I to believe that this is true? Do you really wish to spend the rest of your life with one woman? That’s not your usual agenda, Boxer.”

A beautifully soft smile radiated from her face. Cyan orbs showing such a love and peace that she had not had before. This was hard, harder than she thought it would be. Closing the little distance they had with each other her face rested softly against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat, her eyes brimmed with tears at how beautiful it had sounded. The melody she could fall asleep to a thousand times over. He was her key to happiness, he was everything.

“I want us to be happy too. That is all I have ever wanted.”

“This ain’t exactly easy for me. Try not to rub it in my face, will ya?” 

Indeed, this wasn’t like him at all. But if being himself meant putting them both through the hell of emotions they’d experienced up until this point, then he honestly saw no benefit in his usual antics. How could trying to sleep with one thousand human females possibly be more important than the happiness of a loved one? No, he was making the right decision. He new he was. And in the end, they would both be better off. 

One hand found it’s way to the back of the goth’s head, stroking her hair with a softness he wasn’t used to showing to others. He was so out of his element that he wasn’t even sure what to do next. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, though her last few words alone were enough to put him at ease. That soft, angelic voice that could sooth the hearts of men in an instant. He didn’t have to think about this too much. He simply decided to do whatever felt most natural. Whatever made him happy. And in turn, hopefully it would make her happy. 

He cradled her in his arms, almost as though he were a groom picking up his bride. And with impeccable timing, their ride had arrived. Boxer leapt onto the hood of See Through in a flashy display that only an arrogant angel like himself would ever think of doing. He’d had enough of the city for now. All he wanted now was to return to their home. And for the first time, he’d never been happier to go back there. 

“Well then, I’ll start by making up for all these wasted years when we get back to the church. I’ll pay you back for everything I’ve done one hundred times over.” 

Well, he could only change so much. Whatever awaited him from this day forward, he was still going to be tawdry angel he’d always been. Only now, there was only one target for his affections.

The noirette gave a little smile towards the blonde. she shrugged her shoulders lightly before she exited the room. She didn’t want to leave him alone in her room for long- what if he started going though her things again? Like her panties- or worse find her toy. Just the thought made her kick it into high gear, grabbing him a can of soda then rushing back into her bedroom. She extended her arm, holding out the pop- wearing a nervous smile on her lips. “H..haha.. here y..you go..” 

“Well, that was fast. Couldn’t wait to see my beautiful face again, huh?”

He was only half joking, of course. But at the very least he was blissfully unaware of her true intentions. Her personal belongings would remain a mystery to him. For now, at least. Boxer downed the entire content of the can in a single chug before tossing it out the open window. A faint groaning sound came from outside, but he did his best to ignore it. Probably just hit a bird or something. 

“Well.. While I’m here, how about you tell me a little bit about yourself?”

Ashlee shifted a little as she watched him go though her things. She was growing more flustered, hoping he didn’t go though anything embarrassing of hers before she had caught him in her room. She quickly went around her room cleaning up the mess he had made. “U..Um.. Soda.. sure.. I think we have Mountain dew.. Is that okay?” She asked as she looked at him, her face completely flushed. “Fuck..” She mumbled, as she got a better look at him - her blush immediately growing as she realized she said that aloud. “ahaha what- I’ll um.. I’ll just go get that soda..Yeah..” 

The fact that he was mooching off of someone he hardly even knew, after breaking into their home at that, was deplorable. But then again, he was an angel. More importantly, he was Boxer Anarchy. He could do whatever he pleased and people would still adore him. At least, in his mind he believed everyone adored him.

This time he caught sight of her expression and posture, a small grin making it’s way onto his face in response. This might actually turn out to be a better night than he thought it’d be.

“Don’t take too long.”

‘Oh no.. There’s a hot guy in my room what do i do?!’ She thought to herself as she looked away from him. “A..ah.. um..” She tried giving a slight nod. “..D..do whatever you want. hah..ha..” She leaned folded her arms across her chest as she continued to hide her massive fucking blush from the blonde. 

“.. Alright, sweet! Now where’d that little fucker go..”

Luckily for her, it seemed as though Boxer had failed to realize how flustered she was. He’d been chasing around his target all day to the point where he was frustrated and just wanted to get it over with. The fact that he’d basically broken into someone’s home alone made that clear. Usually that was considered a crime. Especially when they were going around looking n closets, drawers, and the like. 

And then he just got bored and quit halfway through. But was that really all that surprising? He had the attention span of a peanut and working this hard made him less motivated to work at all. 

“Well, I can’t find it. I-I mean. Uh.. It’s hidden really well! So I’m just gonna take a break.. Or somethin’. Ya got any soda in this joint?”

She looked at the angel and she just sighed as she saw him attempt to get the other up and this just made her even more disappointed. This was the caliber that Hell fought against? This was her foe? Her equal? She hoped not because this would be far too easy. 

“Do something with him and we can pretend this never happened…”

“He is an Angel correct? He isn’t just living some ludicrous lie correct?” 

“Despite what this putrid pile of flesh looks like, yes. He is an angel. And as difficult as it is to believe, a formidable one. When he’s focused and not letting his nether region impede on his brain functions.” 

Having to cover up for this bozo was never an easy task. But he couldn’t allow himself to show weakness of any kind, especially in front of a demon. If people started thinking that the Anarchy siblings were weak, they’d start flocking towards them in droves to put an end to their life. And while Socks was confident they could handle that, he’d rather not have to deal with that sort of hassle. That and it would prove to be an inconvenience to his true lord. “”

Well, this was awkward. And here he’d been hoping that whoever lived here wouldn’t be around. Dealing with humans on the job was never easy, as much as he loved to skip out on working and fool around.

“Oh- Uh, yeah. I was chasin’ around a ghost and it miiight have made it’s way into here. Just checkin’ to make sure the lil’ fucker gets what’s comin’ to him. Probably won’t take long.”

     ”We definitely should,” she agreed, her hand moving up his chest before linking with the other behind his neck. While her shoulders leaned back her lower half took a step forward, pressing hips to hips as she stared up to him. “Damn right, I’ll appreciate it all fuckin’ night, sweetcheeks.”

     With the cup of his hand against her cheek she almost leaned into it, eyes closing and her expression becoming only a tinge less playful and as much more relaxed. It was a nice feeling, the warm touch of skin between the two, and the overall feeling of physical contact with another –– that’s something Panty adores. 

     However, what he said next turned her demeanor into an aggravated one. An eyebrow twitched as the eye under it opened to peek at him.

     Arms quickly dropped from around his shoulders, hands moving back down the front of his torso, but stopping at the lower half of his chest. They quickly pat his skin as she, despite her irritation, calmly said, “mhmm, let’s go.” If he wasn’t going to pick up what she was putting down, fine. She just had to make him get the idea.

                              [ Or make one of his own. ]

     So as she dropped her hands and turned around, she gently took a step back, pressing herself back into him so their bodies would collide once again. With the curve of her backside at his crotch she pressed it in, gently swaying side to side with enough force to practically be grinding against him; there was no possible way she could’ve done such an act by accident, and she wanted to make that clear. 

     Yet she still whispered a “oops” as she stepped forward again, and continued to walk towards the direction he pointed out. After a couple of steps she looked back over his shoulder, more to gauge his reaction than to ask her question, “so you fuckin’ comin’ or what?”

It was a rather brazen approach, but it seemed as though only that level of bluntness could make it past the young man’s oblivious nature. He felt every inch of his body tremble when she back into him and for a moment, he forgot how to even process a coherent thought. Even if she tried to hide it as an accident, there was no way he could accept it as such. Not with the amount of effort she put into it. Suddenly today seemed like it was going to be a even better day that he thought. 

“I-I’m coming, yeah! Wait for me, cutie!” 

She practically had the poor oaf whipped at this point. Stickng to her side like a love struck puppy, Kamina guided the angel towards his prized mecha. Even though she likely had no interest in this kind of thing, he still felt a bit of pride showing it off to as many people as he could. But now wasn’t the time for flaunting. 

He guided her by the hand, taking her up into the cockpit and secluding them both from the outside world. At the very least one thing was going right. They had all the privacy in the world now. The question now was, how would this all play out? When it came to Kamina, nothing was a certainty.

“Here we are! Pretty cool, huh?~ Nothing says ‘manly’ like being inside of a giant robot!”

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