Rangiku is like a cat: lazy and beautiful (decadenthonor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-22 08:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, rangiku matsumoto, yumichika ayasegawa |
Who: Yumichika & Rangiku
What: Besties checking on Besties
When: Before This
Rating: Low, just cattiness :)
Status: Complete
Yumichika had managed to put on a long sleeve shirt and slim black pants, before he found his comfiest and prettiest kimono robe and put that on over it. He might be having a day, but his hair was perfect, his face was flawless, and he had a glow about him, that could have only come from having a very recent, very good fight.
His apartment was decked out in jewel tones, with lots of deep violet with touches of gold and emerald greens. It wasn’t tacky or heavy handed, but the apartment itself wasn’t chic or new. The neighborhood wasn’t the best around, but the rent was cheap, and some might say that he lived there for the fact the crime rate was a little higher than in other areas. However, the later it was going to get, the more he worried that Rangiku had been mugged and some mugger was getting his ass handed back to him. She had better hurry up with the chocolate and espresso or he was going to diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Rangiku arrived only a few minutes later than planned. She’d stopped for some good espresso and had to unearth her supply of amazing chocolate from it’s storage space in the house. She looked good, too, every hair in place, makeup excellent and her own little glow of happiness. He got his from fighting. She’d get that some day, too, probably, but for now it was Gin caused.
She knocked on the door before just slipping inside. She was at least polite enough to knock. “I have come bearing excellent espresso and fine chocolate!” she beamed., her lips twisting into a smile. “And gossip, of course.” she practically purred.
Yumichika looked about ready to utter some quip about her tardiness, her hair, her boobs, what she was wearing, and a whole plethora of friendly jibes.
Instead he stopped short and said almost accusingly, "You got laid or you've got a boyfriend. Sit down, hand me that chocolate and coffee, and tell me. Oh, and lock that door. No interruptions. There was a stabbing last week in the hallway. I keep hoping they'll come in here, but I've yet to be so lucky."
If they came in there, they wouldn't be leaving. At least not without a knife lodged in their jugular. That was for later, since right now? There was gossip to dish about. Start serving it up, Rangiku!
She was mentally prepared for all those quips. When they didn’t come she was confused for a half second. But she turned and locked the door before moving to bring over the espresso and chocolate to him. She smirked a bit, before finding herself a seat.
“Well isn’t that pleasant. They’ll regret walking in here, although do let me know so I can be properly worried about you.” she said with a smile. Her lips twisted into a coy smile. Her lips twitched, trying to break from that coy smile, before she tilted her head at him.
“I did. I’m not sure on that part, but the former for sure.” she almost preened she was in such a good mood. Rangiku was always bordering on moody, but today she was almost floating. Good times, man, good times. “And I didn’t even drink this weekend. Not once.”
For a moment, he looked like he was about to say 'nailed it' (it's inevitable at some point or other), but instead he stopped short. Rangiku not drinking was like...the most...unnatural...out of the norm thing EVER. Yumichika looked positively shocked. Even his eyes were wide, showing off the violet hue of them much more than ever before.
"No, that can't be right," he said, folding his hands in his lap and giving her a sidelong stare, with his nose up in the air a little bit. "I don't even want to think about you sober. The last time you were like that was in high school, and you turned into an absolute bear after about one week, and we all shoulder tapped to get your blood alcohol levels up again."
He waved that off, taking a piece of chocolate and popping it in his mouth, chewing slowly while raising one hand to cover his lips. Chewing wasn't elegant. It wasn't like taking gorgeous sips of things. People were icky looking when they were eating. Unless it was tidbit sized finger food, and even then, covering one's mouth when they chewed was simply the polite thing to do when other people found it offensive. (It also shows off someone's beautiful hands.)
His hand was still up as he finished eating and asked, "Dish. Tell me if I nailed it or not, because I'm going to say I did."
Then, and only then, did he reach for his espresso drink and take a teeny tiny sip of it.
Rangiku watched him patiently. Ever so patiently. She knew he was working up to the nailed it commentary. Obviously. She knew better than to hope for anything but that one. She smiled, though, a quiet smile, enjoying the fact she’d made him, too, go wide eyed at her. It was a victory.
“Those were some pretty awful days.” she conceded as she smiled. “But I had not one single drop all weekend. It was actually really nice.” She never said she wanted to remain sober all the time but it had been a nice weekend. “I even made mochi from scratch.” just another tidbit to savor.
She picked up her own chocolate and made it disappear. She could eat without making it look awful. There was a lot of non-chewing action, very subtle chewing. When she finished she grinned at him. “After my dream, It was … too real feeling to not go back. I spent earlier in the week at his house after a night out, and woke up reeling and well, he didn’t really understand, said they were just a dream.” She hated lying to Yumi of all people.
“So I made mochi and came back on friday night, late,” neglecting to tell him she had a key already, “and crashed before he got home. Woke up to him using me as a pillow.” okay, so using her boobs as a pillow.
He's still getting ramped up for it, enough that he took a few more sips of his espresso drink before setting it aside. He was too busy trying to figure out how out of character it was that Rangiku spent time willingly sober.
"If you weren't drinking, it was because you were getting screwed," Yumichika concluded, like it was a royal proclamation, since Rangiku just...no...because her and sake were the real BFFs 4->. "If you say you weren't, after you let this guy use your boob monsters for pillows, then you're a liar. Because that is the only thing that could get you from not drinking, and to make you want to spend one moment out of the entire year, or your lifetime, trying to impress a guy with your mochi making skills."
He reached over, grabbed a fan, snapped it open, and began to flutter it next to his face. He even looked thoughtful for a moment, then he appeared puzzled. "So, wait a minute. You said he didn't understand. He hasn't dreamed at all and you did? What was it you dreamed about, Rangiku?"
Rangiku smiled sweetly. “I wasn’t going to say I didn’t.” Simply. Eyes sparkling a little deviously. “There was definitely some getting laid going on, although it was after I made mochi and after the dream and early morning Saturday, so I sorta made mochi to impress before we got to that point.” Most girls wouldn’t discuss this with their male friends but Yumi was there from day like six, if he knew one thing about her, he knew everything.
She watched him open the fan and smiled a bit. “Just because when I actually make mochi it’s world class.” she said with a smile. “Hell, I got fed my mochi, it was delightful.” yep. also getting spoiled would keep the sake out of her hand for a few hours.
“I don't think he has, no.” lies. but she didn’t give it away. which was so hard for her. She trusted Yumi with everything. “I dreamed of when I was a child, starving, alone, hurt.” she closed her eyes as she spoke, trying to recall every detail perfectly, although she looked a little sad. “It was a sad beginning, Yumichika, I felt so sad when I woke up. I was an orphan and he took me in, and saved me.” she said quietly. “It felt so real.”
There was some soft sounding 'hmphs' as the fanning continued, like Yumichika was reluctantly admitting her tactics might work somehow, and that it might also make sense why she was sober for so long, considering all of those factors. But the fan stopped and snapped shut, so he could rest it against his chin, his expression turning pensive.
"You don't think that's strange, that you dreamed about him, and yet he didn't? My own wandering around in my dreams wasn't exactly the life of luxury I would have liked either. I followed Ikkaku from town to town, while he challenged everyone in each place to a fight. It was his way of making money, but it was a dirty and meager way for us to live. Until we ran into Kenpachi Zaraki, and Ikkaku lost his fight against him. It was the first time I had seen him lose a fight...."
His voice trailed off and he sighed a little, opening the fan again, before he began to speak further.
"Anyway, Rangiku? I knew who Gin was also, in my dreams. Others do. So it seems strange to me that he is the only one who didn't seem to have these dreams. That makes me wonder why." Maybe it was something horrible, or so terrible, that it had been blocked out entirely. Yumichika wasn't sure, so he was fanning his face, slowly, with only the slightest twist of his wrist. "If he saved you, then he can't be all that bad. I wonder why...."
He wondered why Captain Hitsugaya seemed so up in arms against Captain Ichimaru, then. But neither did he want to ruin Rangiku's happy glow, so he shook his head a little, to dismiss that thought.
"Was it good?" he asked, because details were details, and they did share everything. Even if it was catty go bitchtastical half the time.
Rangiku listened intently, storing it all for future use. She bit her lip for a moment, gently. “I do not know, maybe he was just protecting himself?” she didn’t know. Because he’d told her. But it was easy to play dumb, for her. Blonde hair helped when she was playing up that act.
She looked up at him, a gentle smile on her lips. “That is strange.” she said quietly. “But yes, he found me starving. Half dead on the ground. And took me home. I think.. from what I can really remember, we pretty much were together from then on. At least that’s what I got from it.” she had noted Gin had had a second of a look that had promised something in the future. Now this. She was pondering them. “Hey.. I don’t think you’ve ever told me about these dreams.” she accused.
And yeah she was sober because she wanted to make it all work. Not that she could say it to Yumi. Gin hadn’t told anyone, and she kept her promises. Even if she wanted to share so Yumi could help her. Because truly, Rangiku had never felt this loved before.
“It was wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.” she didn’t add, knowing he loved her made it all that much more special. It absolutely killed her not to tell Yumi these details. It hurt to hide them from him. But she’d promised. No matter how hard it was.
If he was protecting himself, then from what? Yumichika frowned a little, but he let it go for now, and listened to the rest of what she was saying.
"Oh, I hadn't. You didn't seem like you remembered anything, so I didn't want to seem like I needed a psychiatrist. Like I would give you fodder against me? Never." He fanned himself some more, and then looked a little wistful. "As long as he treats you well, I won't have to cut him. That's all that matters, isn't it? Now lets spike our drinks and eat chocolate, and you can watch me be a sad, pouty man whore."
He was already getting up to grab some amaretto.
“I suppose I can forgive you for that. It is a valid worry and I would have tried to drag you to some shrink. That would have been unhealthy.” she said softly before smiling at him. “ So far so good, I can’t explain it, but I’m content and happy. It feels.. right.” she shrugged a bit. “Now I sound crazy.” she sighed then nodded. “I am all for spiking the drinks and eating chocolate.” she smiled faintly, Yumi was her best friend for a hundred reasons. This was one of them.
"The whole entire thing is crazy. I was part of a bunch of sword wielding barbarians the last time I had a dream. Me. ME. I swear, I was the only one who bathed on a twice-daily basis."
He emerged out of his little kitchen space with a bottle of di Saronno and moved to pour it into their drinks. Because it is girl drink time, since they are having girl gossip time. So what if he's a boy? He loves himself, and everyone's always accusing him of being gayer than a goose, even if he never showed much interest in anything other than his own reflection.
"The minute it doesn't feel right, then tell me," he said, seriously. "I don't want you getting hurt after all. Who would I have to bitch about things with?"
“Oh sounds like it was nuts.” She smiled softly at him. “At least you were the prettiest barbarian, then,” she teased.
She sipped from her glass and smiled a bit. The taste of alcohol was a nice thing to have again. “Have any other interesting dreams?” she asked as she got comfy again, brushing her hair out of her eyes and smiling a bit. Then she frowned softly at his tone.
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you if something feels off, or he hurts me. Though you’d probably hear about it after I landed his ass in a hospital.” she said quietly.
"Good, because otherwise? I’m going to take this moment to say naaaaaaaiiiiiiiled it,” he gloated, before turning more serious. He’ll gloat more in a bit.
“As for those dreams, I've had quite a few. And I am not a barbarian," Yumichika haughtily informed his friend, while making sure his hair was smoothed down against one side of his face. He took a sip of their spiked coffee and took another bite of chocolate. Male PMS. It's a sad thing.
"After joining with the barbarian gang," he explained, "I fought my way up to the number four rank in the entire squad. Of course, the number four in Japanese is intolerably ugly and I wanted to be three, but someone else took that rank already. So I insisted on being number five. It's much more lovely, and I let the next person in line have number four. That’s so they could have an ugly number written next to their name in the records, instead."
He paused and made a face like something tasted sour. It didn't really, since it was only a memory...as distasteful as it was.
"There was an invasion, and we were fighting with some of the invaders. I refuse to say what happened next, because it was tragic." He turned his face away from Rangiku, and muttered something about a bad hair day, under his breath. When, in actuality, it was an afro due to having fireworks exploded on his face. That fugly pig-faced bastard.
Turning his face away meant that Rangiku couldn't see him pout. It wasn't a pretty pout. It was a stompy faced tantrum pout, only it was luckily without the stomping.
She listened intently, as she always did. Her lips quirked into a smile as she took a sip of her drink. Yumi was his own kind of person. Which is one of the many reasons she loved him. He was her bestie, nothing was going to change it.
“You poor dear. I am so sorry you had a rough day.” trying not to imagine what kind of bad hair day THAT could have been. Of course his vanity about the numbers made her snicker quietly into her cup.
“Are you pouting, dear? Drink another sip, and have some more chocolate.” she offered.
"No," Mr. Pouty said, in full on pout. "I don't want to. Now I'm upset at the memory. It was horrible. I had to wear a wig. If you laugh about that, then I'm going to throw chocolate at you and call you names."
And then he'd eat the chocolate because there was no sense wasting it. Both arms folded over himself and he tucked his hands in, under his arms. It was like watching a bird folding it's wings. It was bad enough that Ikkaku had laughed so hard the baldy was in tears, all because of the huge afro do.
"Anyway," Yumi tried to change the subject, "tell me about your new accounting man toy more, since I nailed it. Is he showering you with gifts? Flowers? Candy? Don't eat too much, you're curvy. It may go to your hips. He'll dump you faster than you can say 'liposuction'."
It’s Yumichika’s way of helping, by offering useful relationship and beauty advice.
She ignored him for a moment and moved to stand next to her friend. It wasn’t often that Rangiku offered up hugs, unless she was smashed anyways, but she curled a hug around her friend. “I won’t laugh at you, Yumichika, promise.” Before letting go (she’d hugged gently enough not to wrinkle anything) and sat back down with her drink and sipped on it some more.
“He’s done nothing of the sort. Although he did bring me mochi while I was still in bed.” she said with a smile. “I don’t see him as the showering me with gifts kind of guy. It’s alright, I guess. “ no not alright. Rangiku was used to being spoiled. Oh well.
“Don’t worry. It won’t stay on my hips for very long.” she snickered.
Oh fine then, Yumichika craned his neck away, like he was reluctant, but then eased into the hug. It wasn't often that anyone else got to touch him. Rangiku was pretty enough, so he accepted it. Complete with a tiny wince at the contact with his arm.
He bit back saying ouch, and moved that arm up and over her, so he could drape it around her and give her a hug back.
"I forgive you. But," he added quickly, "those things do stay on your hips, and you are too greedy to not want gifts and being showered with attention. Even if I was right, which I was, it's never going to last long if you're the one showing him all the interest, and he's not lavishing it back on you, somehow."
Woe be it to anyone who was with Yumichika. Although that was currently only his own reflection that he fawned over.
Rangiku was one of the rare few who pressed her limits with Yumi. She didn’t let him get away with things that he’d normally get away with. Well, not always anyways. And she was always careful, when giving him a hug, to be careful of his hair and clothing. No way was she gonna mess that up.
She offered him a quiet smile as she settled back in her seat. “Oh I know. I worry that pressing for such things so soon is just… awkward.” not really, she didnt need such things from Gin. she knew. She didn’t need confirmation. Not that she could tell Yumi that.
“He’s plenty interested. I swear it’s easy to see. I don’t think… I have much to worry about.” poor girl had no idea what the future held. Oops?
It was simply that his arm was ouchie still, since there weren't any capable healers to mend it. But he forgot about that as he watched her, settling back down as well, next to her.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, tucking a few strands of his hair back behind one of his ears, which was really just an excuse for him to touch his own incredibly soft and shiny hair.
"Tell me, how can you tell it's so easy to see. Sometimes they use someone for sex and then throw them away. It's despicable, so he had better not do that to you. You're supposed to have lavish gifts like clothes, jewelry, and cars...and then do that to him, instead."
And it's now established that Yumichika only gives bad and vengeful dating advice. This is probably why he’s been single for the past...forever.
Rangiku at least knew his style of advice. It helped her before. "Well earlier he did offer to help my parents. .. that's kind of like lavish gifts " It means if things get stable she can shop again.
She loved Yumi but she took his dating advice with a grain of salt. Although she had taken it to the full extent before too. She refilled their cups.
"Thank you for looking out for me.” A quiet smile.
"Someone has to. You're hopeless on your own," was Yumi's softly spoken reply, which was meant to be one of his barbed insults, but sounded more introspective, instead. He waved one hand back and forth to dismiss it all and smiled, instead. That was, until he leaned in, to inspect her hair. He pointed with a finger, his smile turning into a vindicated grin as he triumphantly declared, "I spy with my little eye, something that looks like a split end."
Rangiku's smile turned sad. She'd never really realized how hopeless she really was. Her lips twitched before she forced them into a smile. "Guess it's time to get a trim and a hot oil treatment," she mused at him. Yumi had a habit of hitting the nail on the head with her. It hurt but was honest.
“I’ll fix it. Let me get my scissors and some of that expensive hair treatment that I have.” He got up to go get that, looking much happier and even humming happily to himself, because Rangiku was his new fix it project. If he overhauled her, then she could impress her man and maybe even keep him interested in her. ♥
Also? Expensive beauty and fashion things was the reason Yumichika had so many problems paying his rent on time. Not that he has problems with that now...if only he doesn’t blow it all on pretty clothes and things.