31_days | [April 11] [Gokusen] Private Property

Title: Private Property
Day/Theme: I'll weave a ribbon to tie around his waist
Series: Gokusen
Character/Pairing: Sawada Shin / Yamaguchi Kumiko
Rating: PG

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Yamaguchi Kumiko had never hit a woman.

Most of her training was focused on men, and fighting men that would be twice her size in height and sheer body mass. Women had never come into the equation, and for a good reason.

The gokudo was a man's world, and women were mere bait in those shark infested waters. A woman wasn't worth anything, unless she was a hostess, a prostitute or a drug mule. And even if she was either of those, then she was merchandise and not a human being.

Of course, there were the Ane-san, and they were both powerful and dangerous; however, they weren't women so much as part of the brotherhood.

The point, though: Kumiko didn't consider most women a threat and that was obviously a very big mistake.

“I'm going to punch them if don't quit it,” she muttered. She could feel their eyes on them. Well, more like their eyes on him. “It's annoying.”

“Just leave it,” Sawada said. He looked ahead, toward the front of the line where the cue was barely moving. He huffed and shifted on his feet. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow at her dark expression. “Hey, it's okay, just ignored them.”

“Of course, you would say that,” she hissed. She crossed her arms and glared at something over his shoulder. “You're used to the attention.”

Sawada rolled his eyes. “Yes, because getting leered at is something one can get used to easily.”

She shifted a little closer. She put a hand on his chest. She felt the eyes shift and become sharp little knives focused on her back. If sheer will made things possible, then she would be dead.

Kumiko rubbed her hand up and down his chest. The knives became swords, axes, maybe a chainsaw or two. Sawada watched her, looking both amused and annoyed.

“Okay, now you're baiting them,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching. He shot a quick look at the three young woman that had been staring and preening and just generally throwing themselves at Sawada's feet for the last hour—they looked murderous. Several of the men in the shopping center were giving them a wide berth, some turning right around. Sawada winced.

“Now, they are going to come over here and punch you in the face.”

By now, Kumiko had both hands on him. She hummed. Kumiko wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against him. She peered up at him and smiled toothily. She would have made a great white shark proud.

“Good, then I'll show them what happens to cat burglars when they try to come onto my property.”