{'Ello! So I finished chapter 2 pretty quickly. I didn't spend more than 2 hours on it because I really want to upload. YAY! I HAVE A REVIEWER! *dances as tumbleweed rolls by* Haha, I'm just going to keep on updating. I hope that you are all enjoying this. My classes started this week so I'm not sure how often I will upload. I also probably might want to work on another story as well as this. Okokok, enjoy chapter 2. PLEASE REVIEW! If anyone has any ideas at all or any words of constructive criticism, please tell me. Thanks everyone.}
DISCLAIMER: I do not own fruits basket. Or a white convertible. Or a life.
He had been watching her for a while now. It wasn't the first time that he had witnessed a scene like this. He made it a point to come to the downtown night clubs every once in a while to view the scene. Though the sights weren't pretty, they gave him the slight satisfaction that his life wasn't as messed up. He never understood why he was so intrigued to enter the dim, hazy nightclub, grab a stool by the bar, and sip on a tanqueray. He'd watch people stagger up to the bar, ordering shot by shot, barfing near his chair, and collapsing onto the stools. But what caught him the most, were the girls who were usually the most trashed. They'd be the girls who were half naked by 12am, on the tabletops, or unconscious in a shirtless guy's arms. So many times, he would wish he could help them, to grab them from the tables or knock them out of the guys' arms. He wanted to show them that there lives could be better. He wanted to embrace them, wipe the dirt and makeup from their faces, and tell them that their lives didn't have to be like this. But what could he do? He'd clench his fists to control himself, feeling the pressure burn over him as he watched all those girls crash. Once in a while, he'd see those girls glance over at him for a brief second, the pain brimming from their eyes. It was just a brief glance because then they'd just look away.
But tonight was different. When tonight's girl looked at him, she didn't look away. Instead, she jumped off the table, pushed through the crowd, and slowly stumbled in his direction.
She stood in front of him, gazing into his eyes for a brief moment, before looking down at his fitted white tee, his black jeans, and leather boots, and back up at his spiky white and black hair and unemotional expression. She smirked and hoisted herself up to the stool next to him.
"I'll have what he's having." she drawled, before slumping over the bar. She pushed her long, tangled hair away from her face and looked up at him.
"Don't you think that you have had a little too much tonight?"
She shook her head slowly, as if he said something stupid. "Honey, there is no such thing as too much to drink." As soon as her glass landed in front of her, she grabbed it and downed it down. She made a face and stuck her tongue out at him. "What the SHIT was that? Yuck!"
"Oh forgive me. I'm not a fan of girly, fruity shots."
He couldn't help but chuckle as she shook her head violently. She stopped and looked right at him.
God damn, she was gorgeous. She bit her lip and leaned closer. She reeked of sweat and alcohol, but he remained unmoving, staring deeply into her dark eyes.
"Who are you?" she whispered. He felt her hot breath against his lips and he closed his eyes.
"Just any other lonely guy, who enjoys city lights and rich alcohol. I enjoy sightseeing." He opened his eyes and cracked a smile. "And so far, I'm enjoying the sights that I'm seeing." Suddenly, he saw a brief look of pain in the girl's eyes. He wiped his smile at once. She noticed his changed expression and her hurt expression vanished. Her hand was resting on his shoulder. Her slender fingers slowly running up and down his arm.
"What girl dumped your ass today?"
"Ah…there's no girl…"
"So you're gay."
"No. What I mean is, no one exists in my life at the moment." His tone was soft, almost soothing. "So I'm not here for hot hate sex."
"And what's wrong with that?" The girl smiled mischievously.
It took him a few moments to return her smile. "Absolutely nothing."
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The girl was in his arms, swaying clumsily to the music, her back pressed against his chest. He kept his hands on her waist. He felt the dress bunched up on her hips, and he pulled it down. The girl felt what he was doing and she whipped around and pushed up against him. Her hands found her way around his neck. She had never felt this dizzy before. Never had any alcohol or any drug, or any other man intoxicate her as this mystery man had. Every time she looked into his eyes, she felt as if he could see right through her. But Rin didn't mind it much. There was too much alcohol in her system to make sense of what was going on. His arms travelled up her waist and onto her arms. He clutched her tightly and began to drag her outside the club. Rin was used to this. She had done this too many times before to care. Only this time was one of the rare occasions that she was still conscious enough to know that a man was taking her to her house. But she wasn't conscious enough to tell him to stop.
They both stumbled out of the club and into the chilling cold air. Rin giggled and leaned against the outside wall. The alley was dark around her. He was in front of her and she could make out a blurry picture of his face with help of the streetlight in the distance. He pulled her staggering body, which continued to trip every few minutes. Giving up, he picked her up and carried her to his white convertible. He dropped her into the passenger seat and jumped over the door to get behind the wheel. They looked at each other for a moment which seemed to last forever.
What the hell? Thought Rin hazily. Why isn't he doing anything? She let out a groan before pulling herself into his lap. Her fingers tugged at his shirt as she began to leave sloppy kisses at the base of his neck. He felt a hand grab her own and another hand go behind the back of her neck to pull her away from him.
"You might want to buckle up."
"What?"
Sighing, he picked her up again and put her on the beige leather seat next to him. He leaned over her, his eyes gazing into her own, and tugged the seat belt across her frail body. He pulled out of the alley, drove through the barren city, and onto the highway. The car stopped in the middle of the road and he stared at the empty strip of road in front of him. His fingers drummed on the wheel.
Then he smiled.
The car revved up and sped across the road. Rin was plastered against her seat. The wind whipped the hair around her and she craned her neck for more. She undid her seat belt and began to get up. He gave the car a sharp turn to mock Rin, but she didn't fall. She sat on top of the seat and looked up at the dark sky. Her arms flew up and she shouted. She didn't care if the whole world heard her. She felt wonderful. Her hair blew roughly behind her, the wind pushed into her face. She felt so fresh.
So free.
Suddenly, a sharp stab of pain hit her chest. Her fingers dug into the seat as her sight began to go black. She swayed back and forth, making no sense out of the hazy lights in front of her. She breathed heavily and stumbled from the seat. And there, she threw up all over the back seat of his car. And fainted.