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Ikeda Kiriko | 池田 妃凛子 ([info]apathyisboring) wrote in [info]disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-09-27 19:34:00

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Entry tags:kiriko, reizo

Who: Kiriko and Reizo
What: Saturday Night at Reizo's
Where: Reizo's?
When: Shortly after Masami Dungeon
Why: Fun and profit.

Saturday nights were fast becoming habit. To this point, they had usually involved a lot of meandering and Reizo asking in a roundabout way whether or not she'd be staying over, but he'd foregone the question this time in favour of tossing one of his shirts at her to use for sleepwear. Silk, leapord print, and entirely too big for her, Kiriko had thrown it on without question and followed him out into the living room.

The TV was on, and she was laying on the couch, bare legs thrown over Reizo's lap and a bowl of microwave popcorn balanced on her stomach. The dishes had been cleared from the coffee table, but the brown paper takeout bag and a styrofoam container had been left there and pushed to the side to be dealt with later. The room was dark, but for the flicker of the screen, and quiet, but for the saccharine swell of music underlying forced dialogue and the quiet crunch of popcorn. Their running, less-than-generous commentary on the movie had temporarily subsided. Reizo's suffering at being forced to endure the actual script was palpable.

On the screen, a man and a woman were talking in a car. The woman, Kiriko recognized, was the new love interest - "new" because the first one had died a couple of scenes ago, in between a bloody bathroom-stall fight with a foreigner and a rooftop shuriken battle. The conversation wasn't particularly interesting: plot dump, and more proof of the awful script, and one of those scenes thrown in there to give the mind a break between bloodbaths, but the situation in the movie called forward a thought from the back of her mind. She turned her head to look up at him, nudging her knee against his stomach to get his attention.

"So. You sleeping with anybody else?"


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[info]apathyisboring
2010-09-28 01:31 am UTC (link)
"Well, it's a good thing for me to know, isn't it?"

It wasn't quite an answer to his question, but his question was mostly irrelevent, anyhow. She'd been meaning to ask, and watching her awful, Misaki-like screen counterpart get bumped had just reminded her to do so. Normally she would have waited and fussed over the timing of such a question, but timing had started to seem far less crucial than it had before, and so she asked when it was convenient instead of opportune.

The question of whether or not he was sleeping around had been rolling about in her head for a while, but it wasn't exactly bothering her - an answer in the positive would be annoying, but manageable, and Kiriko was confident she had the monopoly on his interests. Besides that, having to ask at all meant the pace was still comfortable (even if she was anticipating a 'no.') She stretched her legs languidly and prompted him again.

"Trying to dodge the question, eh?" she teased. "I'm not, if that makes it easier."

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-09-28 01:34 am UTC (link)
He tilted his head to one side, eyes sweeping over, sticking only seconds to the more fun bits of her left exposed by his big and gaudy shirt. He considered her for a long moment, a little frown tugging at his lips, but eventually they twisted back up into something resembling a lazy smirk. His hand started up again on her leg and he returned his attention to the terrible movie.

“Just my hand. The one on your leg.”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-09-28 03:53 am UTC (link)
"Charming," she muttered through a low chuckle, nudging him in the stomach again. She replaced the popcorn bowl on the table, plucking one last kernel out and popping it in her mouth. There was a pointedly thoughtful pause as she chewed and folded her hands behind her head.

"You know, I don't much like to share."

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-09-28 04:15 am UTC (link)
“Me neither,” he said, eyeing her sidelong. His hand, rough with calluses, slid a little further up the curve of her thigh, the tips of his long fingers resting just beneath the hem of his shirt, and squeezed gently, almost possessively. He considered crawling in atop her and turning the TV off, but the movie had stricken his libido, and all he could really feel at the moment was boredom.  And maybe hunger.
    
    He settled on leaning over to scoop up the remainder of the take out. It wasn’t healthy to be living on this stuff, but it was really just a Saturday night thing for him. What about her?
    
    “I don’t like to share at all,” he muttered, levering open the Styrofoam container and peeping suspiciously at what was left inside. He was shirtless, and his left shoulder glittered some in the light of the TV, his new tattoo still healing. A snake coiled around the upper sleeve of his arm and onto his muscled shoulder, the white of its scales contrasting with the dark and stormy clouds that rolled out behind it.

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-09-28 04:52 am UTC (link)
She watched him for a moment, her smile broadening as she did. It was the kind of look she got when she was both pleased and pleased with herself, a certain smugness underlying her expression. Once he straightened up, she moved, unfolding her hands from behind her head. She went for the remote first, muting another highly improbable fight scene (who gets into knife fights at the laundromat?), then pushed herself up. Her legs remained draped across his lap as she sat upright beside him, her thin fingers lacing together and her hands settling against his shoulder.

"Let's not, then." She dropped her chin to her hand, head tilting to one side after it was propped up. "Share, I mean."

For a moment, she dropped her gaze. The white snake's head now gracing the front of his shoulder caught her eye, and she drew back slightly to trace its spiraling body down his arm. It had debuted not long ago, and she'd seen it change from lineart to a completed piece in the span of a week, possibly less. She considered it as she peered curiously, but her eyes snapped back up to his face shortly, refocusing on the matter at hand.

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-09-28 05:34 am UTC (link)
He winced, gently, when she leaned into him and his shoulder, finely manicured hands coming to a rest on him. It didn’t hurt, per se, but it was tender still, so he turned his shoulder outwards and used the momentum of her falling to lean back onto the couch with her. Some readjusting later and he was laying properly beneath her, one strong hand stroking idly through her dark hair, twisting and playing with it as he stared intently up into her face. The glint in his eye and skew of his mouth lent him a devilish quality.

“You sayin’ you wanna be exclusive?” He asked her, voice low and smoky, edged with a subtle amusement. “You sure you can afford that kinda real estate?”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-09-28 06:21 am UTC (link)
"You saying you don't?"

It had been gentle, but taken her a bit by surprise to be falling backwards, with him suddenly maneuvering his way underneath her. Her legs took a second to untangle as she adjusted, and once she had, her head lifted and she tossed it as gently as she could to move the hair from her eyes. A lazy grin broke through as her gaze met his. Her forearms folded across his chest, just below his collarbone, hands near enough for her fingers to run the line of it leisurely.

"I don't like to rent, I like to own."

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-09-28 06:49 am UTC (link)
His eyes narrowed, but there was a playfulness in his town to offset the cut eye he was giving her.

“Owning’s way more expensive.”

It also probably helped that one hand had landed on her rump and was now exploring it shamelessly. He laid his head back against the arm of the couch, relaxing and stretching out under her as he gave her question some thought. Or fake thought. He knew he didn’t want to share, and exclusive was fine, especially considering that he’d been to several clubs full of hostesses and only a few could even hold a candle to Kiriko, but maybe seeing him think about it would make her sweat, if even a little.

“Though I suppose I could put you on the lay-away plan.” He looked at her again finally, eyes set against hers, and a lazy grin spread out across his face. “Alright, no sharing.”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-09-28 07:24 am UTC (link)
He wasn't a terrible liar, and his feigned thoughtfulness might have fooled her, had he not been groping her bottom through what was meant to be serious contemplation of their relationship. She humoured him, letting her smile flicker, fall and brighten at the correct moments, allowing him to get a kick from thinking he'd unnerved her and taking silent pleasure in the knowledge that she was really a much better liar than he was.

"Alright."

A satisfied smirk mirrored his grin and she held his gaze for a few moments longer, before her eye fell once again to the tattoo. This time, she lifted a hand to it, fingers tracing it curiously and delicately, with as little disturbance to his raw flesh as possible.

She'd hardly been inconspicuous about her curiousity, though she'd kept her reasons to herself. The timing of the snake's appearance had piqued it - it seemed too significant to have been done on a whim. It was another on the list of things she'd been meaning to ask, though she was not completely sure it was a subject she wanted to broach. The smirk was gone, replaced by something closer to polite concern when her eyes slid back up to his.

"How's it healing?"

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-09-29 03:23 am UTC (link)
He watched her silently as she turned her attention to his fresh tattoo and started to trace it with a careful touch. His grin slipped, usurped by a carefully neutral expression. The devilish glint slipped out of his eye and he only looked curious now, head canted to one side. He took to smoothing his hands up and down her sides as he peered at her, eyes searching her face and her words replaying inside his head as he tried to decipher if there was anything lying beneath the surface of the question.

“They heal pretty quickly,” he said, doing his best to sound nonchalant, but his voice was a little low when it came out and he hoped she’d take it as nothing more than exhaustion.

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-09-29 05:53 am UTC (link)
With his hands roaming up and down her sides, Kiriko was compelled to let her head drop, to settle into the crook of his arm and talk about something else, like the travesty that was Assassin Ninja or their impending shopping trip for delinquent gear with Kozue. Her arms slid partway around his neck, as much as they could, her head cocking as she looked down at him with an expression as carefully neutral as his. She had already decided to ask, she realized, the moment she had begun contemplating it - even if she did so in a roundabout way.

"Seemed like you were in a rush to get it finished..."

Her eyes were on his sleeve again. It didn't look rushed, really, and besides that, she realized she had no idea how long these things were supposed to take. This approach wouldn't work, she concluded with a gentle frown. Her brow furrowed, and her eyes rose slowly to his. Behind them was a hint of apology for her directness.

"Wanna talk about it?"

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-09-29 07:07 am UTC (link)
He frowned wholly at her for a moment, then he laid his head back against the arm of the couch and exhaled slowly. Did he want to talk about it? Maybe. He hadn’t really spoken to anyone about it before, and though Kiriko was now intimately involved with him, she was still, well, Kiriko Ikeda. Did the trust she’d earned beat her reputation out? Probably.

“Not much to say. Snake was my dad’s thing. His old street gang wore one for a symbol, and mine does too. He was a snake in every sense of the word when he needed to be, ‘cept with my mom. He was cold, ruthless, a merciless killer, and he taught me everything I know.”

He seemed to deflate some, as if saying that much had let out all the air inside him. His large hands skimmed her back lazily before they slipped to her arms and down the outsides of them, so his big paws could overtake her comparatively smaller hands, fingers curling over her hand in between the gaps of her slim fingers. He canted his head up, his lips brushing hers, a chaste kiss if he’d ever given one, and laid his head back down on the couch, smiling faintly.

“You could have learned a thing or two from my old man.”

He squinted at her.

“Then again, maybe it’s better you didn’t. You’re already bad enough.”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-09-29 07:35 am UTC (link)
It was a rare, almost unheard of thing for Ikeda Kiriko to be struck dumb, but there it was. It was such a simple, straightforward question that she absolutely hadn't expected it to work, especially given the subject matter. She could remember the last time she had asked, even implicitly about his father - he had answered at his most dangerous, with probably the least veiled threat he'd ever given her, and besides being intimidated into silence she had been ready to give up trying to speak to him about anything right then and there. Kiriko recalled it clearly, and the contrast couldn't be sharper. He'd shut her up again, this time with unexpected candidness couched in such uncharacteristic tenderness that she felt guilty for asking and worse for remembering.

And that was without even considering the content of his answer. What he was saying was about the only thing worse than the way he was saying it. To make matter worse, #3 on the list of Things She'd Been Meaning To Talk To Him About was on the table quicker than she'd expected. Her eyes didn't quite meet his, and she chewed the inside of her lip as her fingers flexed against his, their painted tips curling slowly down over the backs of his hands. Her lips parted, but it took a moment to force them to form words.

"While I was unconscious, in your... place..." Already off to an evasive start. "I had a dream, about you and him."

Her eyes lingered on the scar jutting from the corner of his mouth, long and conspicuously enough to avoid further explanation, before finally returning once more to his.

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-10-01 11:57 pm UTC (link)
“What happened?”

He asked her, voice no louder or quieter than before. Putting more emphasis on it on his end might make her uncomfortable, might make her even lie to him. A lot of people’s memories had come through in their headspaces, most of them painful, and when her eyes focused intently on his scar he had a suspicion of what it was, but he needed to hear it anyway to make sure.

So he laid there beneath her, looking plainly at her, big hands roaming up and down her back and sides as he waited for her to confirm it.

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-10-02 12:34 am UTC (link)
Kiriko bit the inside of her lip while trying not to look as though she was biting the inside of her lip. Having to elaborate on what she saw was among the things she was hoping to avoid, but no dice. The issue was on the table, she'd put it there, and she'd have to keep talking. It was harder to do it with her eyes trained on his face, but she forced herself.

"He gave you a gun," she said, measured and slow, "and you shot someone."

It was most definitely the abridged version of what she had actually experienced, but the scene was replaying at the back of her mind with particular emphasis on the parts of the human body meant never to be seen sprayed out over a wall and her stomach was twitching and turning in response. Her gaze stayed steady, if grave and cautious. It felt like her mind had split into two, with one half overworking to calm the other: Smooth reassurance about the irrelevancy of his family life fought with and suppressed her sudden, shuddering anxiety and the unpleasantly ill feeling that came along with it.

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-10-02 01:56 am UTC (link)
His expression didn’t change, and his hands kept moving against her back. The only reaction she got for a few moments were some blinks, and then finally a gentle “oh.”

His hands came to a slow stop against her but they didn’t slip away. Instead he stared up at her, head tilted, dark eyes roaming across her face and considering her. His breath was normal, firm chest slow and steady beneath hers, and beyond his eyes being alert he looked as relaxed and sleepy as he had when he’d first pulled her down onto him.

“I’d do it again, too.”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-10-02 03:00 am UTC (link)
It struck her as an odd way to respond, and she didn't immediately have an answer for it. Her head tilted slightly, mirroring his, as she simultaneously wondered if there was any additional meaning to the statement and resolved to let it slip if so.

"Hm," she acknowledged softly, her brow wrinkling briefly as she considered how to proceed.

The seasick feeling had subsided to a dull gnawing sensation in the pit of her stomach, the part of her mind aligned with it wistfully remembering the golden age of yesterminute when she was watching terrible movies with her newly-exclusive not-quite-boyfriend. What had possessed her to switch out watching graphic fake violence for talking about graphic real violence, she did not know. Well, yes she did - she'd always had a sense of morbid curiousity about his darker activities, and was finally in a position to get some answers.

At the expense of her comfort and better judgment, apparently.

"So... what happened?"

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-10-03 12:40 am UTC (link)
“Enh,” he said in response, broad shoulders lifting in a small shrug. If she’d seen his stupid past in a dream, didn’t she already know? He frowned a little up at her, mouth opening and then closing as he tried to figure out how and what to tell her.

“Seems you saw most of it. The bits before that weren’t interesting. Some stupid bastards kidnapped me, locked me in their trunk, took me home, tried to ransom me. I don’t know if they were druggies, desperate, or just stupid, but it didn’t end well for them.”

His eyes had gone distant with recollection as he spoke, and he was looking at the ceiling now instead of her.

“My parents kept at them after their first contact, not giving in, trying to .. I don’t know, I guess just trying to find a way to find me and not look weak and risk it happening again. So the guy, the one I shot, ended up taking a knife to my face and sending the polaroids to them. Little after that, they found ‘em, saved me.. And uh, the rest is history.”

He exhaled. His tone didn’t lend itself to quiet, reverence, hurt, or much of anything. He was just laying it out like it was, matter-of-factly. No reason to really keep it from her, and she’d probably seen how scared he’d been as a kid. It sounded like a bad shonen hero manga, now that he thought about it.

“So, you know, that was sorta like my introduction to what my family was, really. Shit changed after that, my parents got harder and started teaching me how to be what I am now.”

He left out the it about ballerina school.

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-10-03 01:28 am UTC (link)
The detachment with which he answered greatly assisted her own, and she listened with her head at a curious incline. The emotion had gone out of it, and she was piecing the rest of the story together from what she knew, trying not to stare at the scar when it came up - to do so would surely be both rude and obvious, and who knew which was worse?

On the whole, she found his lack of parental resentment very, very odd. She had never heard anything of them that wasn't dubious at the very least (reputation was very important, but weighed against your kidnapped son...?) but had also never heard him speak of them in any way that wasn't either neutral or fervently defensive. Hadn't he said that in Paradise, too? Wanting to disappear and walk out rather than letting his family down, then saying he deserved a beating for it afterward? It seemed he had more filial loyalty in his pinky than she did in her whole body (though who knew how much longer he'd even keep that) and Kiriko was coming up at a loss as to why.

"This was... first year middle school, right?"

Of course, Why don't you hate your parents? was not just something that you asked. She'd piece it together later. Puzzling out the timeline was a nice, manageable, neutral chunk of information for right now.

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-10-03 04:06 am UTC (link)
Reizo nodded, a small and barely noticeable thing. His strong fingers grew tauter on her, and hooked beneath the hem of the oversized shirt on her to draw it up so he could get at her bare skin instead. The thoughts were distressing, as well they should be, and he wasn’t ashamed to say that the pale skin and curves of a pretty and appealing girl helped him to relax.

“Yup. When I got back, I started making trouble and throwing my real weight around. Practice, I guess.”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-10-03 04:24 am UTC (link)
"I remember," she said, her smile finally snapping back into place. "It was a little after we met."

Middle school wasn't great, but it was certainly a much more pleasant thing to remember. The topic had been more or less exhausted, at least for the time being, and with it off her chest and most of her questions answered she was under no impetus to bring it up again any time soon. She glanced down when his hands slipped under her shirt, then back up with a bit of a glint behind them, her head cocking to an angle that was far less curious than arrogant.

"You were shorter than me back then."

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-10-05 03:05 am UTC (link)
He scoffed and rolled his eyes showily, strong arms growing tighter around her and hands growing miles bolder as they started to stroke and squeeze. A lazy smirk spread across his face after he was done showing his disbelief.

“Just because you were always looking down your nose at me doesn’t mean I was shorter.”

His eyes fell on hers for a long moment, but eventually he pulled them away to look back at the television. His father’s death was nothing he had really wanted to discuss. More than that, it was just a huge reminder of who he was and what might happen to him - but for now it was alright to just lay on a couch and watch shitty movies with his ... Well, girlfriend, he supposed.

He groped for the remote and muttered something about CG blood.

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