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Evening


When people asked Rima how long have they've been in love, she always replied, we've been together for seven years.

She often emphasized on the together part, because they were, and not on the love part, because they weren't.

On second thought, Rima didn't know if they were in love for said emotion is such intangible and tumulus creature, but if asked for her honest opinion, she begged to differ from the public belief.

As long as she could remember, Shiki had always been there, in a way that when she called his name, he would always turn and look at her expectantly. From their innocent childhood, where he copied her home works out of laziness to do it himself as they shared a desk together, to awkward middle school, where she often found him sleeping in a inconspicuous corner of the library, she would leaned down and poke his brown fluffy hair until he looked up and sent her a disgruntled glance, and now high school, where they spent their days, drifting idly between school and work, there was just seemed to be a kind of invisible web or peculiar magnetic pull that drew them close to each other, intertwining their lives together until in her memory, she could recall more of his presence then lack of him in her life.

However, despite their intimacy, Rima didn't think she loved him. Surely, she liked him, at least fairly enjoyed his company, or else, why would she tolerate his constant existence by her?

But love, love, love…. she didn't think so. She never felt anything particularly strong or passionate, of those fervent hysteria that they often told of in exaggerated tales, nothing even moderately akin for him, not when he was surrounded by exotic beauties( for there were many) or when he performed anything principally sweet (those were far and few in between. He was never quite the romantic). Maybe such quality never truly transpired in her personality.

Rima knew from the beginning that they were to be married. Maybe their engagement or betroth weren't official, but it was their parent's original intention to purposefully yet obviously ways to send them to the same school and operate in the same circle, and the whole noble society already decided for them in their spared time of boredom. They were too close for comfort, and Rima thought they were just too similar, frightfully similar as if they were joined in minds and body, like sickly Siamese, as if they shared the same blood, heart beats that pulsed from him to her, and as if they were of one. She wondered what will happen if she betrays him. Will she feel his pain in her body? Will their relationship came to a stalemate? The image of their connected fetus disturbed her and made her felt slightly nauseated.


The man who tasted her lips bit on it harshly.

Rima winced at the pain, and felt slightly bored by the vampire's foreplay.

As the man continued to nibble her poor lips, Rima surveyed the surrounding idly.

The garden was full of drunken vampires, inebriated by their own magnificence and beauty. They crawled over to each other in the hydrae bushes and behind the mimosas, enjoying the ripe fruits of canal. Glossy food, courtesy of Aidoh, gleamed, half-eaten on the buffet table, while the beverage table was decimated.

Rima, herself, felt a little tipsy, not enough to affect her judgment fully, but enough to wobble her balance.

She sighed as the vampire finally freed her mouth and targeted her neck. His hand traced down her back, fiddling with the zipper of her dress.

Rima felt a stab of annoyance.

Coming to this party was a mistake. It had been horribly boring and all she did all night was drink wine and as of currently, making out with a vampire, those name escaped her memories. Did he even inform her of his name?

The vampire now attempted to pull the zipper down, and it, fortunately, jammed as he struggled to free her of her garments.

Rima shifted her attention from the pathetic vampire when she sensed his presence.

As she looked up, Shiki strolled toward her with his hand secured in his pockets and an indifferent look that he always wore in his dark blue eyes.

He stopped in front of her, and gazed down at her quietly.

Rima sighed wearily and pushed the vampire off her without much difficulty. He was filthy drunk anyways.

Shiki's lips moved, or tried to move, but no sound came out.

But Rima knew what he was going to say, the bothersome trait of knowing someone for too long.

Rima stood up, took a step, and stumbled. She circled her arm around his neck to avoid an embarrassing moment. She hung on him as her legs failed to support her.

"…Senri," she mumbled in a weak, soft voice in an attempt to evade his wrath that she could taste in his every movement, "Take me home. I am so bored"

He embraced her waist to help her as she leaned on him.

"Let's not fight again, okay?" he uttered softly into her ears.

Rima nodded as she buried her head on his shoulder, drinking his comforting scent.

"Sure."


Due to demand, I posted this little beauty up. I have several Rima and Shiki fics written before. I like this pairing, but it is just hard to write because I dont see them as being terribly romantic or... talkative at all with each other. It is hard to write romance when the characters themselves aren't that way.

Plus I dislike having OOC characters. I like sticking to canon.

The next fic is probably about Shizuka, Rainy Season.