Hi~~

I found this six chapter story I wrote some time ago, about my favorite possible couple, Jakotsu and Bankotsu! So, I thought to share. For I love.. lovee... loveee.. that couple (>>;; Plus its YAAOOII kakkoiii 801~!)

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| Spicy Hot Mad Love |

Ch.1 – Tastes like…Paprika!

A male, who is good-looking as well as fit in body and mind, will be together attractive to the eyes of a female. Personality is that lonesome trait that all women seem to pass aside when a perfect sort appears—and seemingly if, he appears interested in the female. First there is attraction, then there is want, need, desire, and finally there is the ritual of the intertwining of bodies—without…clothing of course.

Now… there is the need for explanation. What is wrong with these rules? There is actually a schedule for human attraction? And what happened to the ‘getting to know’ the person first before just ‘lying down’ and ‘doing it’.

Not all men think this way… this is just the plain thinking of Amai Bankotsu, class A, second year high school student—currently very single—somewhat.

It was a hot summer’s day. Amai Bankotsu was idly wasting the day, curled up on the floor, napping. His busy festivities from the other night had worn him out, physically and now mentally he needed rest. He was half asleep, while one part of him sighed deeply as if entranced, the other thought of the new roommate that would be living with him starting this day.

Revealing a picture from underneath his elbow, he looked at it attentively. It was a picture of two kids standing beside one another. Bankotsu was flexing a muscle—he did not possess, and the other child, a boy, with teal-green eyes was crying. This was Bankotsu’s fifth time staring at the photo; he could not remember the boy at all.

“Wish it was a chick.” Were his thoughts, and suddenly he became begrudged with the photo and tossed it. The photo wavered in the air; slowly it drifted opposite of him and slid beneath the door.

Bankotsu rolled over on his side. It was hot and he felt uncomfortable. He thought of calling a few of his ‘lady friends’ and inviting them over to his place to entertain him a bit—but he thought of the situation that could result. If he called one of his ‘lady friends’ over, that friend would think she was special. As if she were his one and only when in actuality he had many other ‘lovers’.

Bankotsu let out a hollow sigh, thinking, “It is too much to be this popular.”

A few more soundless minutes of tossing and turning, and Bankotsu decided to cool himself in the shower. He climbed to his feet, brushed off his sweat pants and walked leisurely toward the narrow hall that led to the bathroom. A knock resounded on the door, causing him to tilt his head in annoyance. He groaned, and the image of the child in the photo appeared in his head.

Bankotsu answered the door.

Standing in the doorway, was a gorgeous girl. Black ink-like hair that cascaded down her back as a waterfall, narrow and mysterious teal-green eyes, a well shaped nose and taut ears, in all honestly, he thought her face was balanced well. She had long legs and appeared a bit tan. Her lips were glistening with a pale pink lip gloss—he presumed she had just applied it on her way up the stairs.

“Bankotsu-kun, it’s nice to see you again!” the girl shrieked, dropping her suitcase and wrapping her arms around his neck. Bankotsu toppled forward, then backward, “H-H-Hold on!” he shouted, reclaiming his cool composure.

“Who are you?” Bankotsu asked, staring at the girl. His roommate was male; therefore, he thought logically, there must be a mistake.

“Did you forget?” the girl sucked her teeth in disappointment. She searched in the pocket of her blazer and showed him, proudly, a photo of two children in front of a jungle gym. “You’re my roommate!” Bankotsu was steaming—the guy in the photo was a she! In addition to a female roommate, she was bijin (a total beauty).
“I am sorry. I must have mistaken you for a boy.” Bankotsu said, letting her inside.

“It’s fine. I really want to take a shower. I must have smelt awful when I hugged you.” The girl blushed, “I am so embarrassed.”

Ahh, she’s so cute… Bankotsu’s debonair charm kicked in, “No, you smelt amazing in fact. But if you need a shower… it’s down the hall. The towels are in the closet beside the bathroom.”

The girl gave a wink, which sent Bankotsu’s heart in uneven rhythms, “Thanks.” She said before strutting down the narrow hall and into the bathroom.

“She’s too cute. I can do her all day!” Bankotsu rolled on the floor—smiling widely to himself for the busy schedule he would have from now on. Just as his ecstasy reached untouchable heights, his phone started ringing. He picked up the phone, using a very pleased tone he said, “Hello, this is Amai Bankotsu~.”

“Eh? Bankotsu-kun this is Hyoue-kun’s mother.”

“Oh, my childhood friend’s mother—please have faith, I will take care of your daughter.” Bankotsu gleamed, his inner thoughts a lot more dark than his words.

“Daughter? What? Jakotsu-chi isn’t a girl! I have a son, Bankotsu-kun and that is my only child. I know the child is a bit strange… but please watch out for him for now on.”

And then, Hyoue’s mother hung up the phone. Bankotsu could not move. He moved his lips, barely, not a word escaping.

She’s a he? She’s a he? She’s a he? His thoughts were going awry. “Nooo… can’t be. She can’t be a guy! A girl that cute… no way, auntie was just teasing me. That’s it… just teasing me!” Bankotsu hadn’t realized as he said this, his feet were hastily moving toward the bathroom. He swiftly, but quietly opened the door and stepped inside the steamy space.

He walked slowly towards the shower curtain, his hand outstretched for his quick snatch & peek. The water stopped and without his help, the curtain was snatched back.

Bankotsu’s eyes widened… Flat chest—no breasts at all, and below the waist…he couldn’t see! The steam was blocking what he wanted to clarify!

“Kyaaaa!!” the girl, whose name was Hyoue Jakotsu yelled out, snatching the curtain to cover her body. “Get out you pervert!” she spat.

“Hell no!” Bankotsu yelled, snatching the curtain back. So fiercely that Jakotsu lost her grip on the slippery plastic and hit her leg on the edge of the tub—causing her to fall—right on top of Bankotsu. Bankotsu laid still and Jakotsu went silent.

“…You are a guy…” Bankotsu murmured, his voice meek, “…though its small…GIRLS AREN’T SUPPOSED TO HAVE THOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He shoved Jakotsu aside and made a break for the bathroom door. “Hey!” Jakotsu yelled after him.

Bankotsu ran to the living room and sat on the floor. He held his hands over his ears and rocked back and forth. “Anna Nichols breast measurements…American playboy magazine…Inrin open-leg pose…Charlie’s Angels…OH GOD I WAS CHECKING OUT A GUY! PLEASE OH MIGHTY LORD PUNISH ME BY MAKING ME BLIND!”

“HEY!” Jakotsu shouted, tapping his foot in place, “I am not that much of an eye sore!”

“OH GOD PLEASE BLIND ME!” Bankotsu fell over on his back, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was traumatized—though he was a bit dramatic.

“HEY LISTEN TO ME YOU IDIOT!” Jakotsu shouted, waving his arms wildly for his attention.

“What do you want? You’ve already fooled me—please stop toying with my emotions.” Bankotsu tossed his head radically, “I no longer wish to see you… you cross-dressing fiend!”

“B-B-But…I came to live with you.” Jakotsu shriveled, he turned almost inward with despair.

“A guy with girly looks—is too much of a distraction for me.” Bankotsu said honestly.

“…I won’t leave!” Jakotsu shouted, bursting into tears. He crumbled to the floor, holding himself in a tight embrace, “I did so much to meet you!”

Bankotsu felt a light but definite pang in his heart. He did not want to lay eyes on Jakotsu—since he had fooled him into thinking he was a girl. But his eyes disobeyed him and gazed at the distressed Jakotsu. He had a towel wrapped around his slender frame, his long hair draped around his shoulders.

“Damn,” Bankotsu thought, feeling his face heat up, “…he’s… got sex appeal too.”

“Please, please let me stay!” Jakotsu begged, throwing his head to the ground in a lowly bow, “I’ll do anything!”

Bankotsu wanted to toss his cross-dressing ass straight out of the door. He felt disgusted at himself for checking out the same sex—but at the same time, he felt lenient towards him. Jakotsu could not help but appear a bit soft and feminine…and cross-dress. Bankotsu did not think he would have a problem with the guy living with him—but what was his body to do about the development? Staring at Jakotsu, he was just too adorable to be around. Those slender legs, the pert and tight ass, and the beauty in his face were going to drive him up the wall—unless…he made Jakotsu appear manlier!

“You’ll do anything…?” Bankotsu said, raising a brow in suspicion.
“Yeah!” Jakotsu cried, shaking his head.

“…Then cut your hair.” Bankotsu said, rising, he paced into the kitchen. And then opening one of the drawers, he revealed a pair of silver sheers. “You’ll do it right?” Bankotsu held the scissors out for him to take.

“M-M-My hair?” Jakotsu gasped, gripping his raven locks, “I can’t!”

“Then get out.” Bankotsu said darkly, twisting the scissors around his finger with a cold look and adamancy in his blue eyes.

Jakotsu bit his lip, “…I’ll do it.” He meekly agreed. He climbed to his feet and took the scissors. Bankotsu watched, in his mind, he knew that without all that long hair, Jakotsu would appear boyish and Bankotsu would be able to keep his body in check.

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It endlessly went on. The sound of the scissors trimming down Jakotsu’s long locks. When it was all over, Jakotsu’s hair was in wild layers at his shoulders. He dropped the sheers with a trembling hand and collapsed to his knees. “…My hair…” he cried silently, “…I thought you liked girls with long hair…”

“What?” Bankotsu said, feeling somewhat guilty for making Jakotsu cut his hair. “I never said that did I?”

“You did! But… since you asked me to cut it, I guess it’s alright.” Jakotsu peered up, smiling widely at him.

-PANG-PANG-PANG-

Bankotsu stumbled backwards a few steps, his hand unconsciously resting on his heart, “It didn’t work!” he thought, panicking, “He is still cute to me!”

Jakotsu titled his head silently as he gazed. Bankotsu was sweating now, and appearing rather uncomfortable. “Hey, Bankotsu are you okay?”

“AM FINE.” Bankotsu said sternly, brushing his black locks from his face, “…Just don’t smile as much and you can stay.”

“Thank you Bankotsu!” Jakotsu yelled, launching himself at him. Bankotsu held him back, “And don’t do that anymore either!”

I can feel that this is very bad. He could not understand the situation, but with the loud and fast heartbeats resounding stridently in his ears—he knew there would be trouble with this new roommate.


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Oh dear.. Whatever will Bankotsu doo.. ? (sorta feel bad for putting him in such a dilemma.. )

Yay more BankxJako (I usually don't like the pairing but in this case I do xD I'm so weird).

Ah man; Bankotsu thought Jakotsu was a girl.

"though you are small...GIRLS AREN'T SUPPOSED TO HAVE ONE OF THOSE!!!"

For some reason I cracked up.

How did I know that I would attract only one person and it was going to be Saku-chi? I knew you'd reply. Thanks so much.

It's sort of sad though, IJ is dying really pitifully. Going out with a light fizzle instead of a bang.

Myabe I should direct trollers here or something to liven this place up. It's so dead.

Ah, but thanks for replying. I'll update soon.

I usually hang out in the fanfic area.

And trollers should come here; they made IJ more interesting.

I knoooooooooow.. Right now it is.. bleh..

Sqweeeeee~

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More soon~

OOOO!

Aiko-san likes. :3

I love a good BankixJako yaoi story.

Hee.

You must continue, Kira-chi!

o.o

Me likeyy

<3

Continue soon!

UPDATE NAO!









xD I'm just kidding. Update whenever you wish to.

Awesome. I never thought I would ever see a fic like this. ;3
Please update whenever you can.

Berry berry goude... :victory: ...YoOs got it mang...the touuuch.

Update this thingy... more please :fan: