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Chapter List
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Kyo did his best not to look at Jo for the remainder of his class, and every time he glanced Jo’s way, she smiled and waved. ‘The others put her up to this,’ he thought. ‘There’ll be a big laugh sooner or later.’
But how did that explain the tattoo?
It had stopped raining by the time classes ended, and Daiki and Azumi walked out with Jo and Kyo.
Stan noted the way Jo’s bearing had changed when he returned Jo’s guns. “So, I guess you guys patched things up?”
“What?” Kyo stammered. “We’re not -- I mean, she and I--”
Jo said, “Kyo and I are just very close friends.” But the way she beamed at him told a different story.
Stan nodded knowingly. “I see, had a few ‘friends’ like this myself now. Here you go, Jo, and make sure to have your boss fill out the necessary paperwork for you. You may be a licensed merc, but you still need the same ID as the rest of us.”
“I will, Stan. Thank you.”
Azumi and Jo chatted as the walked through the parking garage next to the school.
Azumi asked, “So, seriously, Jo, are you dating Kyohei?”
“No, Azumi, in fact I never thought of that before. But I’d be careful about it. I think someone else might be staking a claim.”
“Who?”
“Our boss. Sei has a huuuuuuuuggggggeeeeee crush on him.”
“No!”
“Yes. She tries to hide it, but she won’t let him quit, she gives him rides in her car, she’s always talking about how he’s a master chef, she’s always nice to him, she never gets mad at him…The other day he made soup for lunch, and he asked her to take a taste. The look on her face when he held the soup spoon to her lips, you’d think he was offering her nectar of the gods.”
“Kee-YO-hei!” Azumi teased. “I never would have dreamed you were such a smooth operator.” Back to Jo: “Have they ever been alone together?”
“Wwwweeeellll….” Jo said in the same teasing tone, “I was half in the bag the day Kyo came to work for us, but I remember Meg saying it took them a while to get back -- Sei had gone to pick him up --”
Dailki said, “Yeah, I was there when he made the call. It was real cloak and dagger. She sent him a text message where he was supposed to meet.” (Kyo murmured, “Take me now, God. I’m ready to come home, Lord.”)
Jo nodded. “And if memory serves me, we had the trailer at a car dealership and there was a little park off the last exit before us, off the 305--”
“I know the park!” Azumi said. “It’s a little lover’s lane. People go there all times of the day. Why, Keee-yooo, you surprise me. I never knew you had it in you. Maybe I should I hire you to cook for me. Are the ‘special services’ extra?”
Jo giggled.
“What--” Kyo stammered “I--she--hey --I--that’s not what happened! I was talking about going to France to become a patissier and we had a lot of food to buy.”
Azumi nodded sagely. “Of course. You just bought food and …. ‘talked’ French.”
Both girls laughed.
“Damn, man,” Daiki said. “You think they’ll need a second chef, sometime?”
They’d finally got to the parking space where Kyo had left his scooter. “Daiki,” he said, as he got the spare helmet out of its storage box, “you know how I now have a pathological fear of squid?”
Azumi’s mouth widened in mock shock. “Ooh, what, Sei did something with food you weren’t quite ready for? I think you were right, Jo.”
“No--” Kyo stammered, “it was at Tokyo Fortune Island. C’mon, Jo, you were there!”
Jo smiled. “Unfortunately, Sei has ordered that I not divulge what happened. For security reasons.”
Azumi nodded. “Of course. ‘Security.’”
“Judas Priest,” Kyo murmured.
Daiki slapped a handshake with Kyo. “Just givin’ ya a hard time, Bro. See you Monday.”
“Yes,” Azumi said, “see you Monday. Nice meeting you again, Jo.”
Jo and Kyo made their farewells, and as Kyohei’s classmates headed for their vehicles, Jo put on her helmet and said, “I’m sorry, Kyo. I couldn’t resist teasing you. Can you forgive me?”
“Yeah, sure.”
He got on the scooter; Jo got on behind him.
Kyo asked, “Know where we’re going?” He started the bike.
“Yes,” she said. She put her arms around him. “And now that I think about it, there’s a little love hotel right across the street from it, and I think they don‘t always check ID‘s. What say we go in for a little ‘rest,’ Darling, and I make it up to you for being a pain?”
Kyo’s eyes went wide. “‘Darling’?” Then he turned off the scooter and hopped off it. “Ok, that’s it! Joke over. The others put you up to this, didn’t they? Ok, fine, ha ha, you’ve had your fun. Now please go back to normal.”
Jo’s eyes went wide and her lips trembled. The she buried her face in her hands and started sobbing.
“Come on,” Kyo said, “knock it off.”
She didn’t knock if off.
“Jo?” Kyo started feeling worried. This had gone way beyond the bounds of a prank. And then there was the tattoo … what if there was something wrong with Jo? “Jo, are you feeling--”
A car screeched to a stop next to him. Azumi rolled down her wheel. “Kyo, what--ugh!” She drove off.
“Bu--” Kyo called. The he heard the click of one of Jo’s holsters opening. He turned to see Jo had removed her helmet and she started to bring the gun to her head.
Kyo didn’t take any chances. He grabbed her arm. “Jo, come on, stop it!”
The other holster opened and she grabbed the other gun. All Kyo could think to do was grab her arms from behind had hold her in a bear hug. “C’mon, Jo, stop it.”
Jo’s body shook with her sobs and she bowed her head. “J-j-just let me d-d-die,” she sobbed. “You h-h-hate me, you’ve always hated me, and I can’t go on if you h-h-hate me.”
“Wha--Jo--” Then Kyohei heard another vehicle screech to a halt. He looked over his shoulder and saw Daiki in his SUV, looking out the window.
Daiki shook his head. “Jeez, man, is this how you treat--” He shook he head and drove off in disgust.
Kyo shook his head. This was getting ridiculous, but he would have to sort things out with Azumi and Daiki later. “Jo. Please put the guns away. I don’t hate you you.”
“Yes, you do,” she sniffled, “ever since I first met you, when Meg was kidnapped because you screwed up.”
“Yes, and you were foaming at the mouth and ready to shoot my junk off.”
She sobbed. “And you’ve hated me ever since!”
“No! I like you, Jo. Ok, you have your…quirks. And yes, you scare me sometime. But you’ve saved my life a couple of times, and I know that if I’m in trouble, you’ll get me out of it. So…you have grown on me. I do NOT hate you. So put the guns away, please?”
“Ok.”
Kyo heard the weapons slide into their holsters, which clicked shut. He let go of Jo and came around in front of her and brushed her hair away from her eyes, which were bloodshot from crying so hard. He tugged her left sleeve up just enough to see her tattoo and it was still glowing green.
“Jo, are you feeling all right?”
“I don’t know, Kyo. Ok, I guess.”
“But this isn’t like you at all.”
“How do you know? I don’t remember anything from before I met Meg. Maybe this is just another side of me finally coming out. Maybe I’ve always had these feelings for you, but I never voiced them before.” She ran a finger through his hair. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing… if you put it that way…but it’s kinda sudden, don’t you think? And the way you were giggling and joking with Azumi…” He trailed off.
Jo lifted a shoulder. “Maybe I really am just a normal girl after all.”
“Maybe, but I’d be more comfortable knowing what this means. So, let’s pick up the mail and head back to the trailer and see if we can figure things out. Ok?”
“Ok, hone-- I mean, Ok, Kyo.”
They put on their helmets. As Kyo exited the garage, Jo held him tightly, almost snuggling with him as she gave directions in his ear. Kyo wouldn’t have minded if had been anyone else…and if he wasn’t feeling so nervous…
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