Lover's Gasp, Lover's Grasp
Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 8:20 am
Join Rin and Hisao as they live their normal, post-Yamaku life. Well, as normal as you can be with Rin.
For links to other chapters,
Chapter 2: http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t=5154#p73925
Chapter 3: http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t ... =15#p81076
Chapter 4 *NEW*: http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t ... 294#p87294
Links to a new fanfic will be placed here when ready >:3
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As I push the front doors of the building open, the sun sets, casting half of the lobby into shadow. The concierge pokes his head out into the light and waves at me, smiling.
"Mr. Nakai! Long day?"
I give an exaggerated sigh, shaking my head. "Good god. Two more weeks of this? I don't know how I'm going to survive."
The concierge laughs. "I could have sworn you said the same thing at the beginning of the year! Well, I'll stop bothering you. Have a nice day!"
I give him a nod and head towards the elevators when I remember something. "Oh, right. Have you seen Rin today?"
He shrugs. "Miss Tezuka? No, I haven't seen her since, well, let me see- Monday. Anything else I can help you with?"
My right eye starts twitching. I do my best not to let my frustration break through.
Breathe, Hisao. Do not yell at the concierge. Do not start yelling at the ceiling. Breathe.
"That'll be all. Thanks, Mr. Mori." He says something in response, but I'm not paying attention to him anymore. I start hammering on the up button on the elevator. I storm into the elevator, prodding the buttons at full force.
Eight floor. Close door. CLOSE DOOR. I swear...
There's the familiar beep as the doors slide open. I storm up to the only loft on the floor, unlock the door, and swing the door wide open. I take a deep breathe, preparing to yell. My mouth is halfway towards forming the "r" when I look down.
She's standing there, in front of me, the same air of casual disinterest she usually carries plastered on her face, though there's a small smirk in place of the blank smile. The left strap of her tank top is hanging off her shoulder, her shorts are loose, and her face, legs, and bare feet are covered in paint.
How am I supposed to be mad at that?
I sigh.
"You didn't leave today."
Rin shakes her head, her short hair still managing to somehow clump together. Before I can continue she does a little hop towards me, crashing face-first into my chest. I hug her back, taking in her smell. It's a mix of swirling paints and a strong (but not entirely unpleasant) sweaty scent that she gets when she doesn't shower for a few days.
We don't move for a minute. There's the hum of the elevator, the whirrrr of the fridge, and our breathing. She suddenly jumps up, grabbing my tie with her teeth, and drags me inside. I manage to get loose for a second, closing the door behind me, when I'm tackled to the ground. Rin is almost kneeling on me now, staring straight into my eyes.
Rin leans in close. Our lips meet. She backs off for a second, looking as if she's choosing her words. She opens her mouth-
GURGLE
She stops and looks at her stomach, her smile replaced by a comically huge (for Rin, anyways) frown.
Face, meet palm.
"Rin, don't tell me you didn't eat all day. Again."
She blinks several times.
"Well, alright then. I won't tell yo-
GURGLE
won't tell you. Again. But I am pretty hungry."
I help Rin up, not that she needs the assistance. I throw my backpack next the couch in the living room and head over to the fridge. I pull it open and look inside. It's empty, except for eight or nine cartons of orange juice.
"Alright, that settles it. We're taking a bath, and then we're going to get food and groceries. And no, orange juice does NOT count as food."
There's no response.
"Rin?"
Rin is sitting on the floor next to the couch, busy digging through my backpack. I used to wonder how on earth she learned to open the zipper with her feet. Now? I just shake my head.
"Rin!"
She looks at me. "There's no food in here."
"You could have asked me, you know."
GURGLE
Rin shudders for a second, letting go of the backpack. She keels over.
"RIN!" I sprint over to her. "Rin, what's wrong?"
She rolls over to face me, her expression deadly serious.
"Toilet. I haven't pooped in three days."
There's a long moment of silence.
And then I can't take it anymore. I burst out laughing. Even Rin starts to chuckle.
Rin pokes me in the chest with her foot.
"I wasn't kidding. Need to poop. Fast."
Still laughing, I pick her up and carry her off to the bathroom.
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Thanks for reading! I've got more on the way! Safe to say Rin is my favourite, so I'll probably be updating this thread (which I plan on being a sort of compendium of Rin-fiction) a fair bit. Feedback is always welcome too :3
For links to other chapters,
Chapter 2: http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t=5154#p73925
Chapter 3: http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t ... =15#p81076
Chapter 4 *NEW*: http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t ... 294#p87294
Links to a new fanfic will be placed here when ready >:3
///////////////////////////////////////////////
As I push the front doors of the building open, the sun sets, casting half of the lobby into shadow. The concierge pokes his head out into the light and waves at me, smiling.
"Mr. Nakai! Long day?"
I give an exaggerated sigh, shaking my head. "Good god. Two more weeks of this? I don't know how I'm going to survive."
The concierge laughs. "I could have sworn you said the same thing at the beginning of the year! Well, I'll stop bothering you. Have a nice day!"
I give him a nod and head towards the elevators when I remember something. "Oh, right. Have you seen Rin today?"
He shrugs. "Miss Tezuka? No, I haven't seen her since, well, let me see- Monday. Anything else I can help you with?"
My right eye starts twitching. I do my best not to let my frustration break through.
Breathe, Hisao. Do not yell at the concierge. Do not start yelling at the ceiling. Breathe.
"That'll be all. Thanks, Mr. Mori." He says something in response, but I'm not paying attention to him anymore. I start hammering on the up button on the elevator. I storm into the elevator, prodding the buttons at full force.
Eight floor. Close door. CLOSE DOOR. I swear...
There's the familiar beep as the doors slide open. I storm up to the only loft on the floor, unlock the door, and swing the door wide open. I take a deep breathe, preparing to yell. My mouth is halfway towards forming the "r" when I look down.
She's standing there, in front of me, the same air of casual disinterest she usually carries plastered on her face, though there's a small smirk in place of the blank smile. The left strap of her tank top is hanging off her shoulder, her shorts are loose, and her face, legs, and bare feet are covered in paint.
How am I supposed to be mad at that?
I sigh.
"You didn't leave today."
Rin shakes her head, her short hair still managing to somehow clump together. Before I can continue she does a little hop towards me, crashing face-first into my chest. I hug her back, taking in her smell. It's a mix of swirling paints and a strong (but not entirely unpleasant) sweaty scent that she gets when she doesn't shower for a few days.
We don't move for a minute. There's the hum of the elevator, the whirrrr of the fridge, and our breathing. She suddenly jumps up, grabbing my tie with her teeth, and drags me inside. I manage to get loose for a second, closing the door behind me, when I'm tackled to the ground. Rin is almost kneeling on me now, staring straight into my eyes.
Rin leans in close. Our lips meet. She backs off for a second, looking as if she's choosing her words. She opens her mouth-
GURGLE
She stops and looks at her stomach, her smile replaced by a comically huge (for Rin, anyways) frown.
Face, meet palm.
"Rin, don't tell me you didn't eat all day. Again."
She blinks several times.
"Well, alright then. I won't tell yo-
GURGLE
won't tell you. Again. But I am pretty hungry."
I help Rin up, not that she needs the assistance. I throw my backpack next the couch in the living room and head over to the fridge. I pull it open and look inside. It's empty, except for eight or nine cartons of orange juice.
"Alright, that settles it. We're taking a bath, and then we're going to get food and groceries. And no, orange juice does NOT count as food."
There's no response.
"Rin?"
Rin is sitting on the floor next to the couch, busy digging through my backpack. I used to wonder how on earth she learned to open the zipper with her feet. Now? I just shake my head.
"Rin!"
She looks at me. "There's no food in here."
"You could have asked me, you know."
GURGLE
Rin shudders for a second, letting go of the backpack. She keels over.
"RIN!" I sprint over to her. "Rin, what's wrong?"
She rolls over to face me, her expression deadly serious.
"Toilet. I haven't pooped in three days."
There's a long moment of silence.
And then I can't take it anymore. I burst out laughing. Even Rin starts to chuckle.
Rin pokes me in the chest with her foot.
"I wasn't kidding. Need to poop. Fast."
Still laughing, I pick her up and carry her off to the bathroom.
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Thanks for reading! I've got more on the way! Safe to say Rin is my favourite, so I'll probably be updating this thread (which I plan on being a sort of compendium of Rin-fiction) a fair bit. Feedback is always welcome too :3