Yumichika knows he's pretty! ♥ (yumichika) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-11-07 02:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, rangiku matsumoto, yumichika ayasegawa |
Who: Rangiku and Yumichika
What: lunch and getting bitchy for a mo thar, you twos!
When: After several freakin’ snippy tiffs these two have been having in various threads, that are too many to compile here. Gosh.
Rating: Medium for language and bitchy people killing their salads and forks.
Status: Complete!
She’d told Gin she was going out with Yumi and had left him with a kiss and a smile. She liked pretty much staying at Gin’s place, it was less stressy than at home. And he never got mad at her for going out (after all how could he? he vanished on her! at least she told him where she was going). She dressed nicely, put makeup on, made her hair pretty and headed out to meet Yumi for lunch and drinks.
She felt bad because everything was making her friendship strained with him. And she loved her best friend as if there was no other bestie in the world for her. Which there really wasn’t. She was actually almost on time for once, too, when she swept in the doors and found him.
“Yumichika!” She grinned brightly.
"...you're not late," Yumichika said in such a way, that it made his surprise known. He was wearing all black, and holding a martini glass up in one hand, just so. It made him look posh and like he had flawless posture. "Are you ill?"
He was only joking with his usual ounce of sarcasm. To prove as much, he smiled at her and violet eyes skimmed over her to make sure she was unharmed. She passed the preliminary check, and so he nodded toward the chair across from him. Since they were seated outdoors on a balcony overlooking the ocean, it gave them both something aesthetically pleasing and calming to look at, while talking about any potentially difficult subjects.
"Sit and order something, and we'll have a talk about things," he suggested, taking a sip of his drink. It was a longer sip than his usual delicately taken ones.
She was in black with hints of pink, an accent here and there. Her long hair was bound neatly back, although a few strands curled to frame her face. Artfully done because if nothing else, she learned that from her best friend.
“I’m not ill, promise.” She smiled at him then settled into the chair across from him.
Rangiku was, if anything, tired but unharmed and totally on cloud nine. It was easy to see just how smitten she really was. It gave her a light she rarely had. Her eyes practically glittered. Although she knew that all would fade over the course of their conversation. They weren’t here to gossip about the latest bad fashions, after all.
“Perfect seating location.” As if she expected anything less from him.
She nodded and ordered something to eat, and her own martini, she believed all places should serve sake but right now, she wanted something a little less … drink-like-water able. “Of course. Thank you.” she said quietly, nervous, but not showing it.
After ordering a salad for himself, Yumichika noticed she had that glow and he sighed like there was no helping things now, seeing as how she was head over heals already. Better to clear the air and fast. Of course he had to have one of those dramatic pauses, where he waited until they had their drinks and their food was placed before them. He simply looked out at the ocean, pensively and beautifully.
"So, you're with him," Yumichika said, slowly, looking at her out of the corners of his eyes. "I hope you realize that everyone is worried about you, because no one seems to trust him. I don't even know why I feel that way, yet...but there's some unease that is only getting worse as time goes on. If we seem like naysayers, that's probably the reason why. And then you go having a dream like that, and it only confirms my suspicions. Something, somewhere, isn't adding up. How can we remember him but he's not remembering you or us?"
She had to decide and fast how this was going to go. And she decided on as much truth as possible without breaking her promise to Gin. As much as she wanted to, she knew better. And she knew Yumi saw the look in her eye. She picked at her food, looking out over the ocean for a moment longer, not wanting to speak just yet.
“Yes. Even though he won’t tell the world.” She of course had no problem telling Yumi this. She’d lie to her captain. She’d lie to Renji. But Yumi? Some truths had to be given. And some lies had to be done. Not that she wanted to. “So I’m noticing.” Rangiku often played dumb and blonde. But she was much smarter than she often let on.And she’d noticed everyone being so worried about her.
“If he’s having them, he won’t tell me about them.” Which was as close to the truth as she could come without breaking Gin’s trust. “I stop prying because I get no where.” Not entirely true but true enough, too because some things she can't get him to talk about. “I just know he genuinely seems to care about me.” She frowned.
"You always fall for the worst people," Yumichika said with a sigh, like she was saying enough to confirm some things. He took another drink and placed the glass aside, taking up a fork and idly stabbing it at some of the greens on the plate. "If he's everyone's enemy, of course he's going to try to cover it all up or not want to answer questions. I love you to pieces, but you're oh so gullible. Especially when you think you're in love with someone."
Oh yes, he went there and he said that. He took a bite and chewed slowly, staring right at her. Of course, his eyes were half-open in an expression of eating being a supreme chore but he made it look good, anyway.
Rangiku stared at him. Not caring that it wasn't a beautiful look.
"Yumichika!" She finally managed. "What do you mean by fall for the wrong people?!" She barely contained her slow burning temper that was on level two already. This was not shaping up to be her shining moment.
" THINK? " Oops. Her eyes glittered with hurt. Her lips pursed as she laid her fork down. She didn't even know what to say. "I know!" Fiercely spoken as she grabbed her fork and in an extremely controlled rage stabbed it into a piece of chicken on her salad.
"If you know you're gullible, then why are you doing this? You're basically telling me that I'm right, without actually saying it. So he's lying." He was stabbing his salad too and angrily chewing on it, because he might be pretty, he might be gorgeous, but Yumichika had a temper too. It was on par with Rangiku's. "I wouldn't have said think if I didn't mean it."
Oh this was not the way lunch was supposed to go, but it had gone this way before. It was that inclination friends had to watch one another's backs, that had alert signals going off if there was a feeling of impending doom when said friend went out with someone that is somehow an ENEMY. HELLO?
Stab stab stab went the forks into their salads. The lettuce is all HAVE MERCY but nay, there shall be none, as the leafy slaughter continues courtesy of expertly wielded forky prongs.
“The I know was to the fact if he was an enemy he’d cover it up, NOT because I agree I am gullible..” She stabbed into her salad and dropped the fork. Fuck it. “I don’t THINK I’m in love. I am. Plain and simple as much as it is complicated,” she snapped at him. They might fight hard, but they’d get past it sometime. For now, though, Rangiku was as livid as he was.
“Don’t we all have our secrets to keep?” she asked much softer although she’d picked her fork back up and was making her salad into minced lettuce. Eating it was far out of the question. So was even drinking her martini. She was too upset to even drink. Which meant she was pretty upset.
"Oh. I misread your 'I know' then." He was still stabbing his salad ruthlessly, eyes narrowed, feathers ruffled (if he had them on), and looking like he was all sorts of angry. They did fight hard and friends did fight, because in some ways they were similar: vain, temperamental, and occasionally moody. Although Yumichika's moody dove face first into being snippy and sarcastic, rather than busting things up right off the bat. The bat came after the snippy.
Stab stab stab went the fork in Yumichika's hand as he pursed his lips a little bit, giving him a sour expression. It was aimed right at Rangiku.
"You're asking me if we have our secrets to keep? I have maybe one or two, two to be precise when I get my sword back, but they aren't things that could threaten the lives of any of my friends. You realize your Captain is firmly at odds with anything related to your boyfriend, for whatever reason. So if he, Gin, has any secrets? They better be harmless ones, should the rest of us ever find out about them. Or should we find out that he's lying, which I'm now certain of, based on your replies."
His fork was piled with lettuce and tomato, when he stuck the entire wad into his mouth and tried to chew elegantly around it. It wasn't working.
Rangiku sputtered and stabbed into her chicken. She damn near broke the fork in half in annoyance.
“Then what am I supposed to do, Yumichika? Ignore everything I feel and just walk away and give up?” She raised the fork in exasperation, and looked at the bent tines before back to him. “I’m merely saying we all have a couple secrets. What do you want me to do?”
She had no idea what to say to him, she was as angry as it comes and she shoved the chicken in her mouth, managing to eat more elegantly than he did. She’d not stuffed lettuce and tomato onto it at the same time, after all.
She met his glare with her own, eyes glittering, a storm brewing in them.
A glare off was ensuing. It has happened before. It is happening now. And if her blue eyes were stormy, then his violet ones were full of the sort of thunder and lightning that illuminated the storm clouds. It was pretty and yet unsettling at the same time.
Once he wasn't chewing on salad in an undignified manner any more (i.e. - like a damn chipmunk face), Yumichika dropped his bent-in-the-middle fork and swept up his martini glass without spilling a drop, taking a much more sedate drink.
"I won't lie. It might be the easier option," he said, snootily, even if he knew that she would never do such a thing. "I know you won't do that. That's why you're going to be playing sides, because what more can you do? Ignore everyone else, including a captain you were close and loyal to, also? He wasn't as much a captain as a friend to you also, since you were so incredibly lazy, he could have let you go in an instant if he really wanted to. Yet he didn't. He also really truly doesn't like Gin. I don't think you realize the tug of war you've put yourself into the middle of, because of him, or because he's making you tell fibs to your friends."
Oh that’s right, girl, he went there. Yumichika gave her a smug smile like 'hmph!' before he took another drink off his martini.
She slammed her fork down and folded her hands neatly in her lap, in an effort not to dump her martini on his head. Let the glare off consume them for a few moments longer. Then she frowned deeply at him, not even caring it could give her frown lines.
“I’m not picking sides. I refuse to pick one over the other until everyone forces me into a corner. “ Course that’s when she fought hardest, a cornered hellcat is a terrifying thing after all. “I’m not ignoring everyone. I’m trusting myself to make a decision. No one has to like it. I won’t force anyone to like it. “
Her voice was whisper quiet. “Tug of war, huh? Am I going to be pulled in every direction until I snap? and lose it?” she scowled and lifted a hand to sip from her drink. Lips pursed as she tried to find a way to salvage the day with her best friend. And not finding one. Not right now.
"If you think you haven't been coerced into picking sides already, then tell me he didn't ask you to lie about him having dreams. Because I'm thoroughly convinced that he has done that already. If that's not picking sides against everyone else, then I don't know what is."
That alone didn't sit well with Yumichika, and he didn't like the thought of his best friend being manipulated.
"You're my friend. I love you to bits. But I'm afraid you might be making a wrong decision. I'm not saying it is, but it's simply the feeling I have right now, because I haven't been shown anything else otherwise, and other people are on high alert. So you know that I'm not going to sit back and not say a word." With a sigh, he set his glass down and folded both arms over himself. The gesture itself was beautiful and so very poised. "I don't like fighting with you. It's not as if I want to have fabulous us at odds. I'm...concerned."
“He evades talking about them, so I don’t know?” she said as honestly as she could manage. “He hasn’t asked me to lie to my friends.” not entirely true, of course but she was clinging to it like a lifeline.
“I hate fighting with you,” she said honestly, with the same ring of truth as the other words. She could at least try to be convincing. “I’m glad you’re concerned about me. I’d be worried if you weren’t, you know.” Rangiku looked at him for a moment then out at the ocean, shoulders tense with worry and annoyance. She was trying very hard not to be mad at him for this.
“Oh, Yumi, but I know I love him.” Her words were whisper soft, carried faintly on the breeze. “I wish I had the whole story right now so I could know what to do.”
"If he's evading it, then he has something to hide," Yumichika said, watching her the entire time. Not because he was suspicious of her, but he was worried she was getting played somehow and didn't know it. Or want to know it, if she was so in love with this person, already. "I know you love him now, but what happens later, if you remember something truly terrible? My concern would be that he might be using you as a buffer, if you already acted like that between him and your captain, to stop them fighting. Did you ever stop to think, that if he knows more than you do, that he could be using you for the same purpose, again?"
He rested one hand on the table and tapped a fingertip there, impatiently. Not at her, but at the situation.
"You tell him this. If he hurts you," Yumichika said, "that I will find him, and I will hurt him. Terribly. Being from the squad I was from, it is a threat he should take seriously. That is all I will say on the matter, because I don't want to upset you further. I think you have enough on your plate right now, to worry about. And I am not talking about your salad. Why did you even get that chicken in there? Is that breading? Did they slip a breaded piece of chicken into your salad? Ugh. Wait. Waaaaaait. Is that a crouton?"
He pointed at it, accusingly. Then he said in a whisper, "You are going to get so bloated for not making sure it was grilled and getting those extra carbs. Those turn to fat."
IT WAS THE DREADED F WORD: FAT. *gaaaaaaaaaaaaaasp*
“I don’t know…” she said uncertainly. She didn’t think he was going to do that to her. Honestly, she’d put herself in that spot again if she had to. But that was Rangiku for you. She hated being torn between those she loved and those she loved like family. Damn it sneaky bastard.
She listened to him quietly then nodded softly. “I will make sure he knows that, then.” she sipped her martini then freaked out. At least this time about the salad and not Gin. “GOD DAMN IT. I ordered grilled NO croutons.” she snapped her head around and waved a server over. “GRILLED. not fried. No croutons. Fix it.” she was snappy and it felt good to take it out on someone else.
“I got chicken because I wanted more than a salad. I forgot to eat this morning. I am not getting Fat. Never never ever” she winced at him. “God now I’ll have to hit the gym then beat on people at work.”
"Get that breaded nightmare away from her before she inhales it and a little piece of me dies inside," Yumichika sniped at the server, who apologized profusely and went running off to fix it better. "I need another martiiiiiiiiniiiiiii."
At least they now had a common enemy and it wasn't eachother. Yumichika figured the warning was enough to get his point across and he didn't have to hammer it home even more, anymore. He sat back and gave her a beatific smile, reaching for his drink again.
"Do you have to work tonight? How is it, working with Renji? I bet it's never a dull, quiet moment."
She let him do her tirade for her. Watching him was so much more satisfying, sometimes. She smiled at him sweetly before grabbing her martini and drinking some more from it. Hey look booze. Yum. “Me too.”
“Not tonight, no. It’s a riot, to say the least.” she rolled her eyes a bit. “But at least I have a job. I make money. It’s scary, I know. And I get to yell at customers. Because I helped stop a robbery. It’s a win in my book. I get to be lazy AND earn money.”
“No, tonight I plan on taking a hot bath, soaking in some nice bath stuff, cucumber mask it up and just soak and feel good. I think that’ll be how I end my night.” if only to spare her skin the stress breakout that she knew was coming if she didn’t nip it in the bud before it started.
He nodded along like he could imagine working with Renji Abarai was a real circus of incredibly loud fun going on. And then he looked serious when he heard what she was planning on doing.
"Oh so you're expecting skin stress and you're trying to stave off a zit fest," Yumi said knowingly, without a shred of tact. "Good luck. I remember that time you showed up at school with the mount vesuvius of acne on the end of your nose. I couldn't look at you, all day, even after we tried to ice it. It was horrible. I had nightmares for a week."
“Not happening this time. I swear growing up and that whole puberty thing was just a ploy for the universe to try and kill me out of sheer embarrassment. No matter what we did I couldn't have a perfect face for months. It was awful.” she shuddered.
“Yeah well this time, I have more available to me than just ice.” she teased. “I am soaking, and cucumbering and treating myself, and showing my skin I’m boss.” she sagely nodded as a fresh salad was brought out to her and two new martini’s too. She picked over the salad with a meticulous eye, making sure there was no croutons or cheese, and that it was grilled. Satisfied she couldn’t find anything unhealthy in it, she picked at it.
“And yes, I am expecting skin stress. god. Between you and everyone else, I’m a ball of stress and worry.”
Yumichika kneeeeeeeew that the moment he wasn't around, she would be eating crackers and all sorts of things, but this was their ritual. And it was their ritual, even if Yumi knew that they wouldn't be gaining any weight anyway. He took a drink off his martini after shuddering at the horribad memory of her teen break outs, and then started to eat his salad at a much more leisurely and less deadly pace.
"I know I'm not helping. But look at us now? We've already gotten through it. You give him my threat, and I feel fantastic knowing it's thrown out there and he had better not hurt you. Now the larger issue is that I'll probably have to play stupid so you can keep your secret to your...is the relationship serious enough to have a label?" He paused and frowned a little. "I haven't heard you say boyfriend all that much. Most girls would be gushing, nonstop."
He took a bite of his salad and waited for her answer.
She swallowed her salad bite and shrugged a bit. Then damn Gin and his non-labeling. SHe was going to label and he was gonna have to deal with it. “We really haven’t talked about that… “ she laughed softly. “I guess we kind of just fell into thing but no, it’s serious enough it should be labeled as a real relationship.”
then she shrugged. “I’m not gushing because no one likes him and I won’t rub it in faces if I can help it, you know?” she said looking up at him, before taking a sip of her martini.
"If you don't gush, you're going to explode. Plus I need to know that he's treating you the way you should be treated. If you like him this much, there has to be something redeemable about him."
He waved one hand like she could go ahead. "Spill it. Maybe I won't hate him as much as my gut tells me I should."
Rangiku smiled softly. Gush she could do. As long as she was careful, anyways. “Oooh” she started as she set her glass down and tucked a leg under her, put on her best gushing face and smiled brightly. “He’s amazing. He already knows when I need sake, or tea instead, and you should have seen how well he took care of me when I had no voice. He did everything he could to keep me from lapsing into mope land over it. And on Halloween he scared trick or treaters to entertain me. “ she sighed happily. “He even brought me breakfast in bed!” she grinned.
Ok, so he sounded like he was treating her right, which earned him points there. Yumichika frowned - it was a delicate frown so as to not cause lines on his face - and thought for a moment.
"It certainly sounds like he likes you, enough to keep you spoiled rotten. Which is pretty much what you require," he said with a sudden, brief smirk. "Now, what are the downsides, because there are always those, and why are the two of you not shouting your unending affection for each other from the rooftops."
She laughed softly at that. “Well yes I like to be spoiled. I can’t lie about that!” she giggled softly. Spoiled Rangiku = Love and adoration for all. Well you know, for whoever is spoiling her rotten. bahahhaa.”And he’s doing a great job of it so far.”
“He apparently is taking lazy lessons from me.” she rolled her eyes. “and he has this weird love of poptarts.And I hesitate to call him sneaky, because of the connotations, but he’s private is the best way to describe him. He likes keeping things quiet, and doesn’t really see the point of spreading it around the world.” she shrugged a bit.
"Hm. So you mean he's not really hiding things, he's simply quiet," Yumi replied, like he was trying to let that sink in. "He seems to like you but dear, if he likes it...blah blah put a ring on it blah. I mean, eventually, not right now. Your personality would be enough to drive anyone slowly insane. Better see if he's in for the long haul."
Yumichika is the nicest, sweetest, kindest person ever.
It was a massive struggle to keep that from hitting home like it did. She pulled it off only because she had no other choice. Letting Yumi know she already knew THAT was never going to happen was the worst idea right now. “I wasn’t going to say quiet, just private. Like… total opposite of me here.” she teased.
“Well you still love me and last time I checked you were still relatively sane, so how do you manage to put up with me?” she teased him as she smiled. “Yep if it’s the long haul…” she was going to cry about this part later.
"Easy, we give one another plenty of grief and I try to remind you to look beautiful at all times, because that's how we managed to hang out together so much and so often. If you had been hideous? It wouldn't have happened."
At least he's honest. He also noticed her voice trail off there during that last bit. He waited to see if she was going to say anything more, while he was staring at her. Fixedly. Or maybe she would take the bait he left there to change the subject onto their mutual vanity, so they could talk about hair care products or skin creams.
A smile. “Fair enough. We keep each other balanced.” she grinned at him and smiled. “So glad I’m not hideous, dear, I think that’d have been just dreadful.” Rangiku was not born with bad genes, in fact she got some damn fine ones. Even if sometimes she hated a few things genetics gave her.
“I suppose we’ll see what happens in the long haul, won’t we?” she smiled then deftly jumped topics. “By the by, I think we really need to trim my hair again and find me something to help take care of thae damage done by WORK.” she grimaced.
"I suppose so." Yumichika tilted his head to one side, a gesture that was almost inquisitive, if not for the fact he was watching her so intently. He let this slide, figuring that he had given her more than enough trouble lately, and concentrated on her hair. "I have some good hair serum that should help prevent any split ends if you rub it on the ends. I'll let you borrow it, since my hair has been perfect lately. I don't really need it."
He looked like he was ready to finish his salad and drink, and let the rest of their lunch be uneventful.
Further discussion about Gin seemed to have hit a new sad sore spot with Rangiku.