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Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-08-24 22:43:00

Entry tags:

kiriko, reizo

Who: Kiriko, Reizo
What: IDEK
When: The day after Kiriko's back in town
Where: Reizo's apartment
Why: Loose ends

For the past ten minutes, Kiriko had been crouched in the hallway outside of his apartment, trying to decide on a direction once and for all. It was rare that she entered any situation without at least a basic idea of what her approach was going to be, but circumstances being what they were, she had yet to figure out what to do with herself. Her determination was fruitless. Try though she might to commit to being angry or sympathetic or supportive or hardassed or candid or coy, she still found herself caught somewhere in the middle of every option she could think of.

It didn't help any that Reizo himself was a bit of an unknown variable. It might even be insulting to treat him like nothing had changed, but here she was on his doorstep with a bag of take-out as if that were the case. With a sigh, she tipped her head back and it fell against the wall with a soft thump. There was nothing she hated more than uncertainty, but camping outside of his door was pretty much the furthest she could get from the kind of decisive action that usually got her through it.

With the thought of how terribly embarassing it would be if he opened the door and caught her slumped outside of it floating through her head, she pulled herself to her feet, adjusted her hair, and stepped up to the plate, knocking on the door. While she waited for it to open, she tried to fix her face with an expression she hoped said you're-an-idiot-and-an-asshole-but-I'm-sorry-about-your-father-and-I-really-hope-everything-works-out-because-that-would-suck-otherwise-but-really-you're-stupid, and held up the food bag with the air of one paying a toll when it finally did.

"Brought you food," she said, as if this wasn't obvious.

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apathyisboring
2010-08-31 05:05 am UTC (link)

"You don't think I haven't?" She didn't snap, but she spoke a bit bitterly. There was far less drama to her story, and no single, bloody moment of knowing, but being groomed was being groomed. "My family... Well. I guess you're just a better child than me. Or maybe that's the upshoot of never seeing my parents. My blood's only as thick as I want it to be."

He seemed oblivious to the similarities between them, which on some level was completely fine with her. She would rather not be under scrutiny, especially not now that she was finally moving past it. It would do no good to dwell on the past, but hearing him wish aloud for more time was bringing back memories, however distant.

His arm came down around her shoulders and jerked her from her thoughts. When she looked up from her lap he was smirking at her sidelong, looking deviously interested in a way that would be familiar and comfortable if it weren't for more niggling little memories gnawing at the back of her brain. She remained still in the face of his advance, careful not to move forward or shy away, her hands remaining folded in her lap. Her face hardened and softened in succession as she peered at him searchingly. The question had been rolling around her mind since she was outside in the hallway, but it still took her a moment to ask.

"What you said. Do you really think that's why I've been...?"

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some_other_dog
2010-08-31 05:54 am UTC (link)

The smirk stayed on, careful and only slightly diminished. His hand slid cautiously down her side to the swell of her hips and rested there, the grip of his fingers loose, the heads of them barely pressing into her as he listened to and watched her, head tilted at that angle that lent itself to curiosity and attentiveness.

“Yakuza family is different from civilian family,” he said, only mildly defensive. “When I say family I don’t mean just my mom and dad, I mean the gumi as a whole. They raised me, knowing what I was, and they guided my hand and then pat my head when I did good by them. My dad was going to step down one day, and maybe I’d still be wearing the collar, but at least I’d be able to go where I wanted to with it.”

He didn’t want to talk about this, not really, and it showed in the lethargy returning to his voice, and the smirk disappearing inch by inch. He’d been waiting for the next bit, eventually, but he’d hoped it would come when she was tucked into the crook of one arm, naked and easy to soothe. He drew back from her a little, just until he was resting his shoulders square against the couch again, but kept his arm around her.

“It was a doubt in my head, sometimes, when I was down deep in one of my moods..” He muttered, dejectedly, and turned his head to look at her again. He was still for a moment, thinking, and then with one quick movement she was on her back on the couch and he was over top her, his shadow falling across her.

“But when I really think about it, you probably just like bad boys in leather jackets, and wanted to see if all the rumors were true.”

He was smirking again.

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apathyisboring
2010-08-31 06:50 am UTC (link)

Again, she was still. She held his eye with an almost appraising look in her own, now trapped between the four pillars of his limbs with her hair splayed out behind her. He'd given her an answer in the negative - not the best she could have hoped for, but not bad. Considering their current position, whatever his misgivings about the situation were, he apparently didn't think enough of them to stop. Her eyes dropped, flicking over him, before they returned to his face. He was smirking again. It was an expression she'd normally welcome, but...

"That's not it, either," she mumbled, eyes darting away from his and fixating on something innocuous somewhere around his elbow. Her brow knitted as she thought, and she kept her shoulders pinned to the couch and her hands locked to her sides, forcing herself not to fidget. Her own hesitance was annoying her, and she was taking a moment to figure out the cause of it.

It might have been him, with his blithe obliviousness to her actual reasoning. It wasn't, though. Between them, him ignoring the most obvious explanation was basically equivalent to giving her the benefit of the doubt. In a strange, backwards way, it was almost a compliment that he hadn't even suggested it. She hated to think of herself as obvious.

With that ruled out, she concluded that her hesitation was self-inflicted, and the conclusion annoyed her even further. She should say something, she decided. But what? Most things were still too difficult and too dangerous to say. It took her another moment, but she thought of something that seemed appropriate. Still staring at nothing rather than him, she began.

"I was never worried about having blood on my hands. If you did something stupid, it wouldn't have had anything to do with me. But..."

Her eyes flicked back up to his and her stomach jumped. Her voice was firm, her expression almost stern when she continued.

"I just didn't want you to die."

It had been incredibly difficult to choke out, which was completely and utterly absurd. The statement wasn't big or emotional or intimate or even particularly elaborate, which made her difficulty with it all the more ridiculous. She could bed Reizo, sleep against him through the night, and fight through the darkest reaches of his mind to ensure his safety, but it made her slightly queasy to have to tell him that she didn't want him to kill himself? She almost laughed. Almost.

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some_other_dog
2010-08-31 07:16 am UTC (link)

He loomed overtop her, head kept tilted, eyes half-lidded and hopeful, fingers splayed out on the couch and flanking her head, watching her as she spoke and thought and considered. It was almost a treat to watch her think, the way her eyebrows lifted and eyes crinkled some, even as she fought to keep still and blasé beneath him. He swayed gently over top her, canting his head in the direction of her eyes to try to make her quit avoiding looking at him. It’d been like this after their first little party, if memory served correct. It was funny how intimacy cowed her.

“You know, you keep saying things like that and I might think you got a crush on me.” He murmured, voice dropping to chesty and amorous.

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apathyisboring
2010-08-31 07:27 am UTC (link)

With a loud, dismissive scoff, she found her smile again. It felt like she was sinking deeper into the couch as she let her body relax, head canting to one side to fix him with a mildly incredulous look.

"Cocky," she muttered, sounding vaguely amused. Her hands moved from her side, finally. A moment later, one of them was curled in his hair, the other against the small of his back and drawing him closer to her while she craned her neck to meet his lips with a kiss.

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