first Fanfic from me so i hope you will have mercy on me. English is not my 1st language. This was written when Toei successfully build up my Phoenix and Rinko feels then effectively crushed it to bits all under 2 episodes. So i'm going to assume the ending never happened...
i hope to continue the story but i don't have a beta reader so if you'er good at English and interested in the story then leave a note for me :)
lastly, i don't own the characters ... feels destroying Toei does.
~ Summer
He walk out of the bathroom, went to the fringe and took out a bottle of water. Looking around his apartment, he was really surprised. A phantom like him, a phantom that destroys everything has yet to trash his newly furnished apartment. Maybe its because she was the one that did all the cleaning, he just did not what to destroys her effort. Weird women she is, staying beside him even thought she knew he is a phantom, even thought she knew how dangerous he can be. Daimon Rinko, what a weird women she is indeed. The said women, was now sleeping in the bedroom. She has been coming over to his apartment after work everyday, to chat and eat dinner with him. First few times he found it kind of annoying , but he never did chase her away and after a few weeks he just got used to it.
Surprisingly, she was quite a good chief. He never thought of her as the type of female that's good in the kitchen. It might seem stereotypical of him but she is a police woman who seemed very boyish therefor he assumed the first time she showed up to cook dinner for the two of them she would burn down the kitchen. Instead , he was proved wrong when she walked out of the kitchen hold two plates of mouth watering spaghetti carbonara. Sadly for him he couldn't taste it, so judging from her expression he assumed it tasted just as delicious as it looks .
"Phoenix!?" the sound of his name brought him back to reality. He made his way to the bedroom quite stunned to find a sobbing Rinko sitting on the floor . "Phoenix!? Thank god..." Rinko mumbled as she slowly walked towards him. He lifted his hand to wipe the tears off her porcelain face. " Did you have a nightmare again?" he asked while he slowly stroked her hair to calm her down. She choose not to say anything but he knew the answer to his rhetorical question so he let the silence fill in between them.
The nightmare started about half a month ago but she never told him what it was about. So the phantom could only guess, perhaps its about her father, but who knows.