you found me

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px; border-right:50px solid #4d664d;][style=float:left; border:8px solid #4d664d; margin:3px; opacity:0.8;][/style][style=text-align:justify; padding:5px; color:#000; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;]She didn't know where she was. Her mother had packed up her things and hauled them onto a bus, and now she were here in some strange place with nothing but her bags and a strange man. She'd never been here and she just wanted to go home and maybe see Ayami-san because she was nice and wouldn't pack her things into suitcases and take her to strange places. She wanted to go home in her own bed where things were normal and not weird. This place wasn't home, because it wasn't her nice house with her mother and Ayami-san. But her mother had left her with the strange man who had white hair. She said he was her father, and that she was dying, so she couldn't watch her anymore but this man would because he was her father. But she had never met him before - weren't fathers supposed to be with mothers and live together and raise kids? So how could this man be her father? She didn't have one, right, because he was gone. Mother never spoke of him, so she didn't know anything about him - for all she knew her mother was telling the truth but she wasn't sure. Not because her mother was a liar, but because they never talked about her father before and now suddenly she was meeting and living with him. The apartment was odd, the building was odd, this whole place was odd! She just wanted to go home where everything was right and normal. But, she was stuck here - at least until her mother came back. Because mothers don't die, they're always there and ready to help. She just had to wait long enough for her mother to miss her and then she would go back home. Her mother always told her how much she missed her during the time she was at work, so Chouko didn't think she had a long wait ahead of her. She would go home soon and see Ayami-san. But, until then, she had to be with this man. She glanced up at him shyly - he was a stranger to her, this man who was apparently her father. "H-Hello, Otousan." The small girl said hesitantly, the unfamiliar word for 'father' tripping off of her tongue. words, 387 tags, rin/giselle notes, she's so confused. [/style][style=margin-top:2px; font-family:georgia; font-size:25px; color:#4d664d; text-transform:lowercase; text-shadow:-1px 0 #333, 0 1px #333, 1px 0 #333, 0 -1px #333; text-align:center;]lost and insecure, you found me[/style]

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tags: chouko koizumi | words: 697 | notes: lolmycolorsdontmatch

The bitch left him without another word. She had the audacity to pound his door just as the sun crested Hokkaido's skyline (in other words, just as he'd settled into bed) and then after guilting him with a shy smile and a burst of thanks, she flew down the stairs as if she'd known he was too groggy to chase her down. She'd introduced herself as Haruko Koizumi, but to Rin, she was now eternally "megabitch." Because only a megabitch would leave her kid at his door.

Without her bubbly vocals, the only thing to hear was the distant tapping of her shoes as they pounded down the stairwell, and once that disappeared with the slam of a metal door, the hallway succumbed to an awkward silence.

Rin was left leaning comfortably against his doorframe, dressed in naught but crimson-colored drawers. His bony shoulder pressed into a sizable dent, and he'd rested a hand on his jutting hip in what was probably his most obvious show of contempt. The rest of him, from his misted eyes to his faint, albeit silence-breaking grunt, suggested a sloth's apathy.

It was easy to be apathetic when he had yet to drop his gaze and actually look at the brat this woman had claimed to be his, that may very well be his. Megabitch had done a good job jogging his memory, or at least describing him.

She'd known how he partied, the circumstances that generally put him in bed with a woman, but more telling, how in a stupor he'd talked about his mother, cursed her stupidity vehemently, as if he'd actually known her. He didn't make that mistake often, so they--a pair tangled on a dirty couch in the middle of a room full of wild gyraters--probably had happened, and megabitch, for all her obvious flaws, was probably right.

"H-Hello, Otou-san."

The thought--the spoken word--put a squeeze on his heart. It had his teeth sink into the ample flesh of his bottom lip, and within their sockets, his eyes rolled over to the alien creature--this Chouko--before him. In a second, he'd taken in her chestnut bob of hair, her large, puppyish eyes clouded in their confusion, and her unspeakably fragile build. In a second, Rin realized he was looking at a demon, one eager to perch on his shoulder and whisper evil things into his ear. It was all to point him in the wrong direction, to break him down. And it all began with that word.

Like a reflex, he corrected, "Rin."

And he paused, wondered if he should just tell the girl her mother was mistaken. He wondered if he could get away with closing the door on her and turning the lock. But oh, he remembered the hate, the deep hatred that festered for years when children believed their parent to have utterly abandoned them. And this one would have two. Could he live with himself knowing that? Knowing that if he didn't let her in, someone else would throw her over their shoulder? Probably not.

Fuck you, megabitch.

Pushing off the doorframe, Rin took in a deep, forcibly calm breath through the nose, and with a flutter of heavy eyelashes, he added, "I mean, just call me Rin. Don't do..." stupid shit. "stuff that makes us both uncomfortable." His frosty features warmed considerably, and he slipped into an easy smile, a pretty crescent of straight, pearly teeth.

If he could entertain countless adults, he could entertain one little girl. How different could the two be?

"You shouldn't be nervous. I promise you that you're going to be okay." It was a lie that tasted bitter on his tongue. He couldn't keep her, not when she was so difficult to look at. Not when no child was safe to step into his sphere and share his life. Yet lifting his hand from his slender hip, Rin made a sweeping gesture toward the interior of his apartment, and speaking with the same honeyed tones used to woo a drunk, he invited the girl right in: "Let's find something for you to do, Koi-chan."

He'd figure this out.

He'd make it work.

And right then, that meant getting the brat inside before someone saw her.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px; border-right:50px solid #4d664d;][style=float:left; border:8px solid #4d664d; margin:3px; opacity:0.8;][/style][style=text-align:justify; padding:5px; color:#000; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;]She'd never seen a male as undressed as the man before her; she'd never gone swimming, as her mother was always too busy and Ayami was unable to teach the small girl. It was almost a shock to the little girl, having the man before her in nothing more than a pair of red shorts - and her eyes had carefully rested anywhere but on his form, more because she wasn't really sure what she was supposed to do or how to react to the half-naked man who was standing before her. Was she supposed to look at him openly, or was she supposed to look away because of the lack of clothing? The girl honestly had no idea what to do here, and she was completely out of her depth and lost. She was the first to clear the silence after her mother left - her shoes clacking in the halls growing fainter and fainter until she exited through a door, the last thing she'd ever hear from her mother. The slam of a door that signaled the finality of her decision and left a seven year old abandoned at the literal doorstep of a stranger. He was quick to correct her, and she shrunk a little bit at the snapped syllable - he hadn't seemed pleased to see her or her mother, and now she was afraid he was mad at her. The little girl didn't understand what was going on, that this sort of thing was improper and wrong and not normal, and so she wasn't certain of the emotions that were around her. His annoyance that had been expressed towards her pleading mother now seemed to be aimed at her and she wasn't sure what she'd done wrong or how to fix it. He continued his statement a moment later, in a nicer manner, saying that she should call him Rin because she shouldn't do things that made them uncomfortable. But the only adult she'd called by their first name was Ayami-san, but that was what he wanted her to do, right? So she should, because she didn't want him to snap at her and be mad. "Yes, R..Rin-san." The word felt odd coming off of her lips, but no less odd than 'otousan' had felt. She didn't know how she would be able to keep from doing things that would make him feel uncomfortable, because she didn't know what those things were, but she would try her best. She didn't want to make this man unhappy in the time she was with him - which, as she believed, would be a short period of time. Her father promised that she would be okay - and she knew that, because she wasn't going to be here for very long. Her mother would realize the mistake she made and come back with apologies and kisses. Then everything would be okay, because she wouldn't make the man uncomfortable and she wouldn't have to stay with him. That would be for the better, right? At least he looked happier, with his easy smile that was directed at her, which had caused a smile over her own to appear on her face - hesitant, but sweet. At least he wasn't mad at her. He moved a hand, the movement inviting her into his home as he spoke. "Okay, Rin-san." She chirped, starting to feel more at ease now that he didn't appear upset. The little girl turned first to the suitcase her mother had towed along, and began to struggle with it to pull it into the room; she couldn't just leave it there. words, 607 tags, rin/giselle notes, she's so confused. [/style][style=margin-top:2px; font-family:georgia; font-size:25px; color:#4d664d; text-transform:lowercase; text-shadow:-1px 0 #333, 0 1px #333, 1px 0 #333, 0 -1px #333; text-align:center;]lost and insecure, you found me[/style]

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[rin takahashi]

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tags: chouko koizumi | words: 1,030 | notes: lolmycolorsdontmatch

Children were terrible. They forced others to limit themselves by simply being present. An "appropriate" vocabulary had to be adopted, and certain topics swept under the metaphorical rug. Even some actions seemed "inappropriate" when a youngster was within a thirty-foot radius.

And these burdensome rules dictated by society didn't even include the worst of it: the crushed dreams of all parents. Unless he conjured the idea to suit himself, Rin was pretty sure he'd heard about the parasitic nature of fetuses, and apparently, they remained parasitic even after birth, up until getting a job and moving out.

At worst, children were raucous hooligans. They were consumed by their sheer neediness and wanted nothing more than to destroy everything within reach. Shattering priceless vases turned into a hobby, and nothing was good enough for the budding artists--except the walls.

Those were the kids everyone wanted to throttle, the ones life--or Rin--was secretly hoping to punch in the gut. 

However, Chouko wasn't one of that breed. She was quiet, and given her obedience, her willingness to adhere to his naming request, she was the model of every good Japanese child. She could be endured, but that didn't change the fact she was a two-ton milestone around his neck. 

Rin held his welcoming stance, and the little girl's smile slipped into place, demure as if his own smile had given her permission.

Unwanted as a child's cheer was, he was happier to see that than the alternative: her shrieking and making a run for it. No. Chouko had chosen to accept his invitation, so fortunately, he didn't have to deal with that nightmare.

Rather, she uttered a sunny "okay," and Rin dipped his chin in a short, thankful nod. Before the girl could budge her too-large suitcase, he reached for the thing himself. His bare feet left the apartment's graying carpet, and circling around Chouko, they felt chilled against the hall's hard tile.

"Allow me," was the kindly phrase Rin used, though his thoughts bemoaned the tragedy of putting his pencil-thin arms to work. He gently pushed the girl forward, and sucking in a deep breath, he gripped the case's handle.

The gesture wasn't so much to help as it was to hurry the process, and it was entirely possible that he'd be little better at moving the luggage than Chouko. At least he was larger, and although a whine dragged from behind his tightly shut lips, he was able to lift the thing an inch off the ground with the one hand. The other he kept between Chouko's petite shoulders to make sure there wasn't any stalling as he shuffled through the doorway.

The foyer seemed cramped when filled by their two bodies, and with a whump, Rin set the suitcase aside. He toed the door away from the wall and tossed his foot into the air to kick it shut, all while giving Chouko another nudge forward, this time into the kitchen. If nothing else, he wanted the extra space as he hung back to open the closet and amend his half-nakedness.

His nipples felt like rocks, and it was too cold to be prancing around in underwear, at least when he'd lost the right to crawl back under toasty blankets.

From inside the closet, the sheer amount of clothes bulged out as Rin extracted a simple white t-shirt. He pushed his head through the neck hole, and still playing sweet, feminine tones, he attempted to be thoughtful:

"If you're hungry, feel free to look around for some--"

He stopped, and leaving the closet open, he considered how the kitchen was sooner used to store toxic cleaners than food. He had a vision of the girl sprawled out on his kitchen floor, her body seizing and her mouth foaming, of people watching him with accusatory stares and muttering amongst themselves.

A discontented and purely masculine noise rumbled in Rin's throat as he pushed his arms through the appropriate holes and let the baggy garment hang over his boyish torso. He clucked, "Hold up, Koi-chan."

The kitchen itself, from cracked tile to chipped cabinets, bore a sickly off-white color. It lacked a table, or even a single chair, and if Chouko had managed to catch a glimpse of the living room while in the foyer, she would have seen an open space filled with naught but a threadbare carpet spattered by old stains. No seating, no decor. The entire place probably seemed oddly unlived in, granted he'd been there for nearly three years, but hopefully the sheer nothingness wouldn't arouse questions.

"Hmn." Rin swept past Chouko, and absentmindedly, he checked each of his cabinets. He pulled them open and let them rattle shut. No dishes, no glasses. Nothing but a few bottles of booze and a crushed packet of saltine crackers, which he pulled out to hold between two elegant fingers. He pouted at the meager picking. "I don't often eat-in. So if you're hungry, we'll just have to go out."

A horrible thought. What if someone recognized him?

Rin tossed the crackers onto the plastic countertop, and turning to face the girl, leaning against the counter's support, he pulled a hand down over his weary face.

Hell, he didn't even have his face on and he was kidding himself if he thought he wasn't tired. He was lightheaded and running purely on the shock of adrenaline. His heart was pounding within its bony cage. His mind echoed with the horrid phrase "we," which he'd only just used, and it tasted like vinegar.

He had gone quiet for a second, had waited for Chouko to suddenly disappear, for himself to wake up. He'd never been so close to a kid this age, not in Hokkaido. It was too surreal, and he was beginning to think that the joke had gone on long enough.

When was megabitch coming back?

She must have been joking when she implied never. She had to be.

Rin hummed a high note, a personal call back to the presumed reality, and he put on a fresh grin, one weighted at its corners by a sense of awkwardness. From his face, he lifted his hand to scratch at the back of his head. "Are you even hungry? Are you tired? Do you need anything at all?"

ooc;// I realize that there's a bit of power play in here. If it's a problem, just let me know and ignore what you feel you need to ignore. ^^

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px; border-right:50px solid #4d664d;][style=float:left; border:8px solid #4d664d; margin:3px; opacity:0.8;][/style][style=text-align:justify; padding:5px; color:#000; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;]Chouko didn't think this man - Rin-san - was uncomfortable, not with the way he was holding himself. She was taking everything at face value. He looked happy, or at least more accepting than he had moments ago, so that must be how he was feeling, right? She didn't suspect that he was dreading this interaction with her, that he didn't want her around. Not that she wanted to be here - no, she wanted to be at home because that was where she lived. That was where Ayami-san could find her, and it was where her bed was and all the things she was used to. It wasn't a strange little apartment with a man she'd never met; this place wasn't her home. She wanted to go home. But she would be leaving soon enough - her mother would come back, just watch. She'd miss Chouko and return and take her away, and this place would never have to be her home. Chouko clung fervently to that belief, because who wanted to believe their mother was going to die and was leaving them with a stranger? Even if her mother didn't want her, Ayami-san surely did, didn't she? They'd been together for a long time - why couldn't she just stay with Ayami-san? Ayami-san was nice and she was like her mother but better because she was around more. She'd always had Ayami-san - the woman made her meals and put her to bed when her mother was at work (which was more often than not) and helped with her homework. Ayami-san always had time for her. But no. She was with Rin-san. She didn't know him, and she wasn't sure of him. But there was no time for that, because he was moving towards her, around her, and grabbing the bag from the hall as he ushered her into the apartment. He made an odd sound, making her pause to look back up at him worriedly - was he angry at her? - but she could barely do that as he kept her moving forward. He seemed to be eager to get her into the little apartment, and so she did her best to go as fast as he wanted her to - no need to upset the man. Even once she was in the building he moved her forward until she was in a small kitchen as he shoved the door shut behind her and dropped the suitcase in the small foyer. She didn't get a chance to see what was behind the door or through the doorway in the foyer before she was pushed into the shabby kitchen. Her own home hadn't been an apartment much larger, but it had been better kept and held more furniture and the like. Ayami-san helped keep the order in the house while Chouko's mother worked to pay for the things they had. There was always food in the cabinets, a bed to sleep in, and something to do. Chouko had a few toys and her own bedroom to retreat to - which wasn't the case any longer. To see the kitchen in such a poor state was alien to her as well - so much contrast between her old life and new, that she just looked around without comment. She wasn't sure what to say. He'd told her not to do stuff that would make them uncomfortable, and she didn't know what things would do that so she wasn't sure what she was allowed to say. She wanted to go home, this place wasn't like home, but she couldn't say that because surely he'd get mad at her for something like that. A door behind her opened, and Chouko looked behind her to see the closet had been opened - within it were clothes of all sorts. The man pulled out a shirt and pulled it on as he spoke to her again, before cutting himself off. He'd said that if she was hungry she could look around - and she turned to do just that when his voice stopped her once more, telling her to stop. She froze and glanced back at the taller man as he moved past her into the room to look through the cabinets to reveal... nothing. Some bottles and a packet of something that didn't look very good. Her mother had woken her up this morning and rushed her into clothes and driven her over here - she had a plan to catch, so they had to hurry! - and the little girl had missed breakfast, so she had hoped for food. Those hopes had been dashed by the emptiness of the cabinets in the kitchen. He then told her that they'd have to go out if she was hungry - which sounded nice. Going out was a treat for the little girl - her mother worked hard to keep their home and pay for other necessities that it was rare that they got to go out. She'd expected something similar here, but it seemed the man went out a lot to eat, which was odd comparing the houses - but she wasn't going to complain. Not when she was hungry and in a strange place with a strange man. But then he covered his face with one hand and leaned against the counter, and Chouko wondered if he was okay. Was he sick? Did his head hurt? Then the smile was back with a hum and he was scratching his head instead of covering his face, so he must be okay, right? He was just thinking or something, he wasn't sick. If he was sick, then she would get sick, and being sick wasn't good. He asked if she was hungry, and she nodded a little, pausing the head movement when he continued his line of question. "I.. I am hungry, Rin-san." She said, a bit uncertainly - even though he'd offered to go out, it still wasn't something she was used to. She didn't want to trouble him, but she really was hungry. words, 1021 tags, rin/giselle notes, i expected the powerplay - she is a child, and as such some powerplaying is expected towards her. don't worry about it! :3 [/style][style=margin-top:2px; font-family:georgia; font-size:25px; color:#4d664d; text-transform:lowercase; text-shadow:-1px 0 #333, 0 1px #333, 1px 0 #333, 0 -1px #333; text-align:center;]lost and insecure, you found me[/style]

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[rin takahashi]

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tags: brighty (chouko koizumi) | words: 1,020 | notes: okay, just had to make sure. n.n and once again, i'm so sorry for the delay. i'm home now, though, so me posting shouldn't take nearly so long in the future. ;3

Her little nod filled him with chagrin. While he knew that feeding the girl meant going out, it'd only just occurred to Rin that going out meant getting ready, getting ready and then, yes, as he'd feared, being seen in public--toting a young child like a bad case of fleas. But if she wasn't really his, then it wasn't nearly so terrible, right? She could be his niece, or better yet, his neighbor's poor bastard.

That could work.

Pushing off the counter, Rin clapped his hands together and set in motion a performance to enchant the pint-sized rugrat. His youthful features brightened as if her affirmation had given him reason to share unbridled joy, and his tone, riding a delighted rainbow, rose and fell over mountains of wonder.

"Well, Koi-chan! I know a place that's absolutely stunning. It boasts a lovely atmosphere full of only the warmest comfort--" Hands still clutched together, he bent forward, hoping to appear more amiable as he neared Chouko's level. "--and you and I can enjoy a breakfast fit for a pair of... well, a king and his princess. But, oh!" 

The man popped up to his full height, which was no more imposing than that of the average junior high schooler, and pulled at the worn fabric of his shirt. "I'm hardly fit for such a feast. Why, next to your charming dress, I surely look a pauper." With a disgusted sort of noise and a roll of the eyes, he let go of the loose garment. "Shameful."

Rin put his hands on his hips, and looking from shirt to Chouko, his disgust melted into bliss. "Allow me to rise to the occasion, sweetheart. Wait here; I'll just be a minute." He punctuated the promise with a wink, and although he thought about ruffling the girl's hair to complete the act, he couldn't bring himself to touch her--as if doing so would somehow permanently brand her as his own. Instead, he simply made his exit--stage right--and disappeared through the doorway.

And like any actor worth his salt, Rin heaved a weary sigh the instant he'd stepped into the vacancy that was his living room, what was assuredly hidden behind metaphorical curtains. His lips pressed into a tight line and the light in his eyes dimmed until their gray color more closely resembled old sea ice. Nonetheless, he strode over the battered carpet and it's unidentifiable stains as confidently as the king he'd suggested himself to be.

There was a loud bang once he shut the bedroom door behind him, another when he emerged with a heavy bundle of clothes under the arm, and a third when he holed away in the bathroom for what would be twenty-nine minutes longer than promised.

Inside the tiny room, it appeared as if every bottle, every can, jewelry box, and wig stand, every product of cosmetic affiliation was kept, lined up, and piled high wherever there was available space. 

On dainty feet, Rin easily maneuvered through the miniature forest built from floor up to reach his sink. The room was a gypsy workshop, the brewery of modern love potions, and with its cabinet mirror, it was also the throne of vanity, the home of Rin's private morning routine.

His teeth and tongue were thoroughly brushed, clothes shed and a razor put to work to ensure a boyish hairlessness; skin slathered with a softening moisturizer as well as melon-scented lotion. The nose and ears were given a careful inspection, a thorough cleaning; both the eyelashes and the lips were treated for an advertised fullness. Foundation shrank pores and evened the skin tone. The more angular lines of his face softened at the touch of a pale powder, and the contours, the eyes, the lips were all accentuated through subtle touches. 

All the while, the mirror served as audience to practiced expressions--a pout, a giggle, feigned tears, that come-hither glance--and the corresponding phrases: "But dahling. Très drôle! You must understand. How I crave you..."

The apartment's walls, thin as they were, were hardly trustworthy when it came to keeping the roller coaster of his talking within the bathroom. However, because he'd never had the company, the idea that Chouko could possibly hear him escaped Rin entirely. There was no letting up until, with his face mere centimeters from the mirror, he smirked at his heavy-lidded reflection. "Oh, the inhumanity! What will you ever do with this angel's visage and a body built for sin? What a tantalizing menace you are, Rin. What an awful, lusty creature. Such a sweet vice, your love. It's maddening. Oh, how do they stand it?" He hummed laughter. "The poor, pitiful, miserable pigs..."

Silence descended, and prior to adorning the day's attire, Rin bit his lip and made use of a healthy strip of duct tape to rein in what was unquestionably male.  As it seemed, he'd do near anything and everything to please pride's fervent pursuit of "born this way" beauty, to match the flawless magazine-dwelling figures everyone with sexual drive wanted to take to bed--or at least have on their arm. 

Such was life.

By the time he reappeared under the kitchen's doorframe, Rin was smiling as merrily as when he'd left, albeit he stood approximately six inches taller by way of stiletto boots. "Ready to go, Koi-chan?" He tucked his hands into the pockets of his long winter coat--of designer brand like the dandelion-yellow scarf poking out from the coat's collar--and he flicked his pale bangs from his eyes.  As a result, the diamonds hanging from his ears on thin, silver chains produced a faint jingling sound. "This apartment has a secret entrance you simply must know about."

Without a doubt, Rin had spent the last minute or so coming up with that very line, something that absolutely had to enthrall any child under the age of ten, and he thought himself the greatest genius for it. He believed that the situation would soon fall firmly under his control. Chouko would see this high society dress, listen to his mystifying speech, and equate him with a god of some sort--a strange yet beautiful god. She'd do only as he said and never dare to question his supreme judgment as he arranged for more "appropriate" accommodations. 

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