{Hello everyone! For a while now, I've been getting ideas about this story and those ideas bother me to the point where I see Rin Sohma come up in my dreams with a knife to my throat. So yes, this is my first fanfic and that is why my writing is a bit clumsy. I'm new to this, so no flames please! :) This story is rated for language, drugs, mature themes, and sexuality. Constructive criticism will be gladly accepted. If you have any ideas at all for this story, do let me know because I suffer from a severe case of writer's block. I hope you enjoy! :) Kisses, M-chan.}
DISCLAIMER: I do not own fruits basket. If I did, however, I would marry Haru Sohma and we would have beautiful mix babies. Oh also, the words in bold are lyrics from the song 'Steroids' by the gorgeous and talented Uffie. I also do not own her or the song. I only wish that I did.
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Remembering how to breathe
Chapter 1
I just came here to dance. I just came here to dance. I just came here to dance.
Those words became a monotonous chant in Rin Sohma's mind as she gazed intently in the mirror.
I just came here to dance.
However, her chaste thoughts did no justice to what she had on, or the lack thereof. She glanced sharply at the girl in the mirror, dark eyes locked with dark eyes. Her eyes skimmed down at her black corseted dress which was cut straight down the middle of her full chest. Her dress was tight, ending exactly at the tops of her pale thighs. Her straight black hair which ended at her waist glowed purple under the lighting and her bangs concealed her large dark dull eyes. The sparkle that once existed in her eyes had forever disappeared; her lids were now covered with layers of thick black shadow. Her makeup was a mask, almost as if she was hiding her identity.
She took a sharp breath as her dress tightened around her ribs. She heard a soft crack. She felt as if a strong hand was pushing against her chest and she took in small uncomfortable gulps of air. Maybe she was uncomfortable and maybe if she moved a little too much, she would end up flashing everyone at the club. But at this rate, she didn't give a shit.
I just came here to dance.
She whipped her wrist up, catching her black sequined clutch in her hand, and unzipped it, letting the contents fly onto the sink counter.
Black eyeshadow. Black eyeliner. Black mascara. Blood red lipstick. A cell phone.
And a small silver box of pills.
I just came here to dance.
"Bottoms up, Rin" she muttered grimly. The box flipped open and she threw a pill into her mouth. Leaning over the sink, she turned the faucet on and swallowed. She heard footsteps from the entrance of the bathroom, but continued to stare up at the sparkly purple lights on top of the mirror, quietly whispering her mantra. A slim girl with short black hair appeared behind her.
"Rin, the party is waiting for you." She announced huskily.
Rin's eyes began to burn as the lights glared down at her. Cue silence.
The girl stood there waiting, impatiently tapping her heel against the tiles. Rin rolled her eyes and turned to face her. "I'll be out soon…Akito." She spat out the girl's name through her gritted teeth.
"Good." She turned around and slightly rocked her hips to the sound of the music booming outside, her short lacy dress swishing gently. "Oh and Rin." She turned slightly, with a forced smirk on her lips. "Do try to end up in your own bedroom by tonight." She said darkly, before slipping out the door.
I just came here to dance.
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Boy, oh, boy I'm feeling high
It just happens to me at night
Are you ready for signs?
Tie my choke up on this punchline
Jumping with no parachute
Studly when I start to shoot
My load is pretty heavy, but you swallow
'Cuz you think I'm cute.
Rin couldn't breathe once she stepped into the club. The loud music boomed, making her heard beat rapidly against her chest. If the music were a bit louder, her heart would pop right out on the confetti covered floor. The electric beats of the song made her swing her hips slightly. Everything around her was a blur. People dancing maniacally to the music. Dancing on table tops. Swishy skirts, neon tops, glossy platforms. Everything was hot. Too hot.
I dedicate this song to my fans on steroids.
She gulped as she made her way to the far corner of the club where sleek lounge chairs were lined up. A thin man with a scruffy goatee lounged there and at the sight of Rin approaching, he pointed to the many people who were crouched down at the table. Some who were sprawled on the couches. He was so used to her visits. "Welcome back." He grinned, but she was oblivious to his greeting, preoccupied with her own thoughts.
For a few brief moments, she stood there, looking at the thin lines of white on the table. Her dress tightened up around her as she tried many failed attempts to breathe again. She gazed at the white contents on the table, eyeing it for a few minutes. Before she knew it, she was sitting down by the table, her head resting against the chair and a wide smile slowly growing on her lips.
Staggering up, she saluted the man and began making her way to the dance floor. The only thing she felt was the deep bass of the music around her.
Boom…boom…boom…boom…
The vibrations tickled against the base of her chest and she shivered at that feeling of ecstasy. There were lights pinned all over, flashing colors everywhere. Rin stared at the light. Oh, how bright it was. She watched it change from red to purple to green to yellow to blue to pink and back to red. She began to walk-err, stagger- towards the light, hypnotized by it. In her trance, she bumped into the dancers and was soon suffocated by the crowd. The only thing in her sight was a slow motion blur of colors and lots of bare skin. She slowly began to lift her hands up and sway clumsily to the music.
Two times might be one too much
I'm losing sight, I'm losing touch
of the reality I was facing when I was growing up.
She was a fabulous dancer, however, despite her clumsy moves. And by fabulous I mean lots of suggestive hip shaking and grinding. Her hands searched blindly for a pair of strong arms. When she caught one, she whipped a man around and pressed up against him. He didn't have a shirt on.
It was 9:23 pm and the night had just begun.
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"Wohooooooo!" shrieked Rin before she downed another drink. The stench made her dizzy and the drink burnt her throat. The alcohol hit her and her head began to ring. This was her most favorite feeling. She grabbed two more shot glasses and made her way to the colorful blur in front of her. Downing them down at once, she let the glasses crash onto the ground, too intoxicated to care about what she was doing. She felt a spray of liquid fall on her head, and she looked up to see a topless bimbo dancing on the tabletop, a full glass in her hands. Rin's eyes narrowed. Placing her hands on the table, she hoisted herself up, and madly pushed the blonde bitch off. Her dress was bunched against her hips.
A rush of excitement spread across the crowd below her, as everyone began to hoot and holler. Lifting her arms up, she began to move across the table. Dozens of hands shot up, grabbing at her bare legs and her hair. She fell on her knees and leaned to crash her lips against the man who grabbed the back of her neck. His tongue pushed against her closed lips, and she opened up for him. Lifting her head up for air, she froze and let hands grab all over her. Shivers shot up her spine as she felt trails of fingers trace over her bare skin. She shut her eyes, enjoying the feeling.
Deep inside of her, however, she felt disgusting.
And for that brief moment of time, the only thing she heard were the uncomfortable gulps of air that she took in. She clenched her fists roughly, which were in someone's hair.
Then she felt a gaze.
She squinted against the hazy lights and upraised arms. Her eyes locked with a pair of light gray eyes.
Suddenly, she forgot how to breathe.
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