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Tweak says, "You own the sunshine."

Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-06-16 00:37:00

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kiriko, reizo

WHO: Kiriko, Reizo.
WHAT: "Confession" is probably the wrong word.
WHEN: Weekend after Seiko dungeon, but before any investigatening occurs.
WHERE: Noodle Alley.
WHY: Had to happen eventually.

Kiriko wasn't nervous. She felt a lot of things - determined, eager, maybe a little aggressive – but not nervous. The feeling she had was the kind of thing she had come to associate with shadow confrontations in Paradise. It was kind of the same basic concept, really, when she thought about it - chat him up, wear him down, drag him home... or something along those lines, at least.

She’d texted him a while ago, and was now waiting at their designated meeting place. The set up had been that Kozue was busy and she needed someone to celebrate with, which was the best kind of lie on account of it being half true. Kozue wasn’t busy at all, but with her wallet finally full again, she was feeling quite celebratory. Living on her gratuitously reduced allowance hadn’t been as painful as she’d expected, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t been painful.

Noodle Alley was relatively busy (to be expected on a Saturday evening) and she’d taken to people watching while she waited. Comparing herself to girls that walked past was an old habit, but apparently one that died hard. She was satisfied with the results: a couple that could compete with her, probably none that could outright ‘beat’ her. Strangely, she didn’t take that much comfort in it – she already knew she looked good.

She’d come nicely dressed, but not conspicuously so, the only notable difference from her everyday wardrobe being that her hair had been twisted up into one of those artfully messy buns that was meant to look as though it took twenty seconds when it actually took at least ten minutes to get all the strands in the “wrong” place. She had the kitsune clip in, despite it being early in the rotation. Maybe a little unsubtle, but that was fine if it spared her words. The words part was the part she had yet to figure out yet, anyway.

She craned her neck, looking for a head above the crowd.

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some_other_dog
2010-06-30 07:23 am UTC (link)

Reizo stood watching her for a few moments, the grin slowly sliding out of his face, usurped by a thoughtful, pensive expression. She’d been acting a little odd all night: being more self-disparaging, praising him more noticeably, being a little more resistant when he pricked her, but in a coy, smirking sort of way. It wasn’t unappreciated, but it was a little concerning -- the crush he teased her about (fueled mostly by the idea that they were both the worst people on the team, morally) seemed to be there, if he looked hard enough at her behavior.

“I’ve heard he’s a real beast,” he agreed, and flicked his eyes away from her and down the street to the dormitory. Usually she’d just say bye and leave, or if the store was open they’d wander in together and something would be bought and then they’d part ways, but she was still standing around, a little awkwardly he’d noticed, as if waiting for one of them to do something else.

So he stood there, a tall boy in a white suit, the sun slowly descending over the horizon, its dying rays casting an orange hue over the world, lighting his hair and suit aflame. Their shadows stretched longer and longer away from them, growing thinner and more grotesque slowly but surely, reaching into the growing pools of shadow as night claimed day.

The silence had swelled, become unbearable. He sighed and ran another hand through his hair, nodded at her, and moved to turn away before he was jerked roughly around and then down, the goodbye cut in two when she bruised her lips to his. He stood awkwardly, leaned towards her, entire body seemingly hunched over as she kissed him, eyes eating his face up in surprise and lips stiff against hers.

His expression loosened, and he blinked once, twice, and kissed her back urgently, lips sealing to hers and his body following suit. He powered her back until there was suddenly a wall behind them, and with some thought in the moving, they were hidden beneath the staircase leading up to his apartment. The kiss grew hungrier once he’d trapped her.

After what felt like hours later he broke away with a gasp and stared down at her, eyes lit up and feral with lust instead of their typical savagery. He grinned at her, ducked suddenly, threw her easily over his shoulder, and absconded with her upstairs.

There was a sharp smack, a good-natured and girlish yell of surprise, and then the door slammed shut for the night.

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