~OLIVER~~~
Oliver was the first to wake up. Stretching, he sat up. He let out a yawn, and with surprise, noted that a girl was sleeping, her hair sprawled around her, next to him.
Then he remembered. Smiling, he draped the covers over her. Thank god school was out for a good two weeks, or he wouldn't have been able to take her in.
God, was she a challenge. Clearly she thought he was a rapist, but he'd just wanted to help. He wasn't going to rape her, as tempting as it was. He, of course wouldn't decline if she asked him to rape her, but- Gah! Why was he thinking like this? He had such a sick mind!
He trudged to the bathroom sink, brushed his teeth, and looked around his 'home.' It was like a home. There was a toilet, a shower, a couch, TV, everything. It was just built as the backroom of the store. He turned back to see Rin sit up, her eyes drooping. She looked, confused, around the store, then at him, and realization lit her face.
"For a second there, I thought I got drunk and ended up sleeping with someone." she said groggily.
"You did," Oliver smirked. "Without the drunk part."
"Yes," she nodded. "I guess I did." She lazily weaved her way past the couches and sat at the counter.
"Here," said Oliver. He picked a spare toothbrush off the shelf and handed her paste. Rin disappeared to the bathroom, and Oliver thought.
What do I do about breakfast?
He hesitantly looked around the 'kitchen.' Suddenly, he spotted cereal in the open cabinet.
"I think I need to go shopping," he murmured.
"How ironic." said Rin from behind him. He turned. Her face was fresher, and she looked brighter. When she wasn't hiding her face in her hood, and she wasn't looking extremely tired, Rin was actually pretty good-looking.
If not so flat.
Oliver smiled and shook the cereal box. The cereal rattled inside, and he handed it to Rin. "I'll be back in about twenty minutes. I'm going to run next block down to the supermarket. You think you can handle being here alone?"
For a second, Rin looked fleetingly scared. Then it was gone, so he must have been over-thinking things. "Of course. I'm not a little kid. I'm a full fourteen year old, and am full well capable of staying here alone. Where are the keys?"
"What, so you can lock me out when I come back? I don't think so. I'll keep the keys." Rin pouted and Oliver grinned again. "By the way, do you have any siblings, Rin? If you want to tell anyone where you are? Or that you've gone?"
Rin's knuckles were suddenly stark white. Oliver, alarmed, looked up at her face, but it was turned away, her curtain of hair hiding her expression from his prying eyes.
"No," she practically spit. "There's no one I want to tell. No one." Her nails dug into the cardboard and then her hand relaxed. She set the cereal down.
"Just go. I don't want to live on cereal for two days."
"Tsk, so demanding." Oliver said lightly, intent on figuring out what he had said that had agitated her so much. He slammed the door shut, swinging the key ring on his finger.
I'm going to figure out your secret.
~~~~~~THAT DAY I MET YOU~~~~~~
Rin flung herself onto the couch of the room she'd slept in.
Oliver, Oliver, Oliver.
She couldn't stop thinking about him, no matter how much she tried. He was nice, yet sarcastic. Gentle, yet firm.
If only she could trust teenage boys...
"Come on, Rin, we're leaving." he seemed cheerful, but that was just lust. He tore her from her conversation with Kaito and leaned to let his whispers caress her ear. "If you leave now, I'll be gentle tonight. No promises, but I think you want it, don't you?"
"No, Len, we're siblings. Please, Len."
"Shut up." Anger raged on his handsome face. "You're a slut, and you're my slut. Just remember that, Rin-chan."
"Len...You heard Mother, please. Just get a girlfriend and-"
His mouth suffocated hers. He jammed their teeth together, had her head grinding against the wall of the school. Rin's tears jumped freely to the ground. He kept her head slammed against the wall as he smirked slowly.
He pressed gentler kisses against her tears.
"Stop crying..." he cooed. "You love me, you do, don't you?" Fake hurt chased across his face. "And if you don't, well, I'll give you something real to cry about. Just remember that."
"Yes, Len."
"See, that's what I like to hear..." he whispered, fingers delving deep into her shorts. "You make me so happy, Rin..."
Rin wanted to scream and take a super long, soothing shower to wash away his touch, but she huddled against the couch, pulling her hood over her. Her mouth stayed in a tight line as she waited impatiently for Oliver.
As if on cue, he opened the door. Rin resisted the urge to hug him and wrapped her arms around herself.
"Hey, Rinny." Oliver crashed on the couch, tousling her hair maniacally.
"You're acting like we've known each other for ages, Oliver." said Rin irritably.
"Is it that time of month again, Rin?" Oliver questioned lazily.
"No! You- Oh my god, you are so sick!"
"What?" he asked. "You're acting like someone shoved something up your-"
"I GET IT." Rin yelled. "You DON'T have to ELABORATE."
"Okay, okay. So, do you like me at all?" Oliver waved the cereal box, and Rin snatched it.
"Not at all," said Rin cheerfully. Oliver raised an eyebrow.
"Are you bipolar?"
"No," said Rin, still cheerfully. "I'm going to open this box and crush it over your head."
"...Let me go get my helmet...Be right back."
After lunch, which happened to be peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, (Yes, Oliver knew he was creative, but PB&J is nothing to scoff at), the two went to play Charades.
Rin looked critically at Oliver, who was pumping his legs frantically in midair.
"You're a biker."
Oliver nodded and collapsed on the couch, panting.
"Your turn."
"Kay..." Rin stood and twirled delicately on the carpet, doing a few pirouettes.
"A dancer."
"Keep going..." Rin motioned.
"A...ballerina!"
"Good job. Your turn."
Oliver stood up and pulled a goofy face. He strutted around comically, barking soundlessly.
Rin's straight face twitched and wavered. She let a tiny giggle escape.
"What are you?"
"You," he grinned sarcastically.
"Oh, ha. You're so funny." Rin kept her smile, though, and locked it away for another day. She sighed solemnly, wondering if Len had begun to look for her. No doubt he'd realized she was gone by now. This was a joke. How long was she planning to hide from the devil himself, reincarnated as a 14-year-old boy?
"What's wrong, Little Miss PMS?"
"Huh? Oh...Nothing."
"Uh-huh. Because that's so convincing. What do you take me for, exactly?"
Rin looked at him. "An idiot who kidnaps innocent girls off the street." she deadpanned.
"Hurtful!" Oliver clutched his chest. "I am a man of honor."
"More like a skinny, little, girly-looking boy."
"More hurtful! Geez, Rin, I'm starting to think you don't like the fact that I rescued you from near death."
"No dibs, Sherlock!" Rin said in a falsely bright voice. Oliver sighed and rested his face in his palms.
"All right, Rin. What would make her High and Mightiness happy?"
"Huh?" Rin looked shocked; No one had ever asked her what would make her happy. "Oh...Um... Ice cream," she said. "Orange sherbet." Truth be known, many things would make her happy, including the death of Len. Then, she would throw a party and live happily ever after.
The end.
But now, she wanted ice cream.
"Really? Really?" Oliver stared at her. "Ice cream?" A slow, sarcastic, smile spread across his face. "I can do that."
"Yes." Rin said. "I want ice cream."
"Or what?"
"Or I will be miserable and sad forever," she announced.
"All right." He said slowly. "All right. I will give you ice cream. If you give me..." he trailed off. Rin waited anxiously.
"Five minutes."
"Oh," said Rin, relieved. "I can give you five minutes."
"The catch is, you have to give me five minutes to do whatever I want, you have to accept...And you can't argue." He grinned. Rin swallowed.
"You won't hurt me, right?" Len, Len, Len, Len, Len.
"Of course not." Oliver sat, relaxed, on the couch. He rested his arms behind his head. "So. What'll it be?"
"Five minutes," Rin relented. Oliver sat up.
"Really? Cool!" He grinned. "But wait...I haven't thought of anything yet, cause I didn't think you were gonna say yes."
Rin rolled her eyes.
"I'll haunt you with that later." Oliver grumbled, standing up. "Let's go get ice cream."
Rin nodded slowly and stood up. Oliver grabbed a few dollars from a jar on the counter, turned, and beckoned to Rin to follow. She dawdled after him, then stopped, realization slamming into her like a car crash.
Len. What if Len was there? Len likes ice cream! He goes there all the time! Would he rape me, right there? In front of Oliver? Would he yell at me? Call me a slut? Or a whore? Worse, would he...Oh...God...What if he hits me? What if Oliver realizes that...And thinks I'm a freak...?
"...Oliver...Can you...Get the ice cream and come back? Without me?" Her voice trembled.
"No, it will melt." he said. Turning, he caught the girl's look and immediately regretted saying that. Rin's expression was scared. Really, really scared! Her face was scrunched up and her blue eyes were fearful, no, terrified. It was the most vulnerable expression Oliver had ever seen on her, anyone, and it almost broke his heart to see how scared she was just to go to the ice cream store. They looked at each other, Rin looking close to tears.
"Okay." he said softly, closing the door. "Okay. I can go." He smiled teasingly and ruffled her hair. "But you have to wait half an hour for the ice cream to freeze again."
"Okay." said Rin in a small voice. "Don't hold your breath, Oliver. You will probably never see me like this again."
"Do you want me to die?" Oliver rolled his eyes. "We'll see how you are when I have to take you to the grocery store."
Rin's eyes grew puzzled and wide.
"I was joking," he said hastily. "Jeez. I'll be back."
Rin nodded. Sure, she'd stayed out in the open last night, but she wasn't taking risks with places Len went often, no way.
"And when I get back, you are telling me who you're so scared of," he said sternly. Rin choked.
"No."
"Yes. So be ready."
~~~~~THAT DAY I MET YOU~~~~~
When Oliver came back, juggling take-out and ice cream boxes in his arms, he set down the food on the table and groaned.
Rin was conked out on their mattress, snoozing and clinging onto his favorite teddy bear.
"Mr. Plushy is mine," he grumbled under his breath and clambered onto the mattress. He thought for a few minutes.
"Rin, screw cereal." he said to the sleeping girl. "You're getting Chinese and ice cream for breakfast."
~END~
HA! DON'T WORRY, OLI! Haha, I love him :3.
Anyways, review, ne~?