Meow.
One really short chapter coming up... Meh. It kind of turned out a bit of a failure, but nevermind, as I said, this story is unnecessarily and ridiculously slow-paced.
Approximately some five more boring chapters or so until slight progress... I'm getting bored so I'll do a countdown. xP
And sorry, I did some random editing.
5.
Rin had a little secret.
Besides her crush on Kaito, that was, which wasn't exactly a secret because a lot of people knew.
This wasn't exactly a secret, either. She just didn't mention anything whatsoever about it at school or anywhere outside the house, that was all. Even in the house she only mentioned it on rare occasions, only when circumstances required; it was too normal to be worth mentioning. It was too little to be called a secret.
She wasn't particularly embarrassed about it. She'd never really considered it that way.
Of course not.
She just didn't tell anyone because she didn't want them to gape.
She casually pulled off her socks, loosened her tie, shrugged off her shirt, and then let her shorts slide down her calves and stepped out of them. She basically inelegantly stripped and dumped her clothes into the laundry basket beside the washing machine.
There was nothing out of the ordinary about that, she was going to take a bath, that was all.
She opened the sliding door and delicately stepped in onto the slightly ridged peach tiles. Inside, warm, faintly scented steam was permeating the enclosed space, rolling off the surface of the brightly coloured grass-green bathwater. It gave the whole atmosphere a kind of misty, glowing effect she always liked to appreciate; it felt very comfortable.
She pulled out the plastic stool from under the rack and unhooked the shower handle from the foggy tiled wall. Like any other usual day she proceeded to douse her flyaway flaxen hair and foam it with shampoo, wishing she had dense pretty hair like Mum.
Nowadays she'd also started using conditioner. It took a bit more time, but it made her hair smoother. The perfume smelled nice, too – a rich, honeyed, heavily sweet kind of incense.
There was a mirror on the wall she sat facing, fogged up by all the steam. She saw her own watery reflection in it, and gave a quiet sigh. Damn, talk about mannequins. If she had half the curves Meiko had by next year she'd have won the annual lottery (also counting that she was under-aged and couldn't buy a ticket).
She'd also switched to scented soap.
She pumped out a generous amount onto her big fluffy sponge and indulged herself luxuriously foaming up from head to toe. The thick, silky foam smelled sweet and pleasant. Then she washed it all down with a steaming stream of hot water. She couldn't resist the temptation and got off the stool (no, not to pose), and held the showerhead up above her head so the hot water fell all over her like a fountain. That might sound stupid but it felt gloriously, indescribably good at the end of a tiring day – she felt all that dirtiness disappear clean off her, along with the white feathery foam smoothly sliding down her length to caress her ankles.
'Seriously. How long do you take to wash your hair?' a lazy voice said from behind her.
'…
'It's none of your business,' she snapped in reply.
There was a small sneeze. 'Do you really need to use that conditioner?'
'It's mine, not yours. You aren't using it so shut up.' She shook out her wet hair and combed it with her fingers, trying her best not to care and get on with her own stuff.
Len had his arms laid flat along the rim of the bathtub, with his head tilted sideways resting on his elbow. He yawned sleepily and narrowed his half-closed eyes. 'Hurry up. I'm bored.'
'Seriously? What, not enough curves for you?'
'I don't give a damn about your bony ass.'
'Then stop gawking.'
Len snorted. 'Mirror, mirror on the wall, when will I get my–'
'…Just shut up.'
'Just shut up.'
'Don't copy me.'
'Don't copy me.'
'Stop copying me.'
'Stop copying me.'
'Shut up!'
He grinned and splashed green bathwater at her back. She scowled.
Len yelped and spluttered as a whole load of cold water splashed him over the head. 'Fine… sorry.' He sank down under the steaming surface, meekly blowing out air bubbles.
Yes, what she didn't tell anyone was that there was this doppelganger poltergeist that followed her around everywhere she went, including the bathroom. It was just time conservation, really, all because there was only one bathroom. But she'd vowed to herself that one day when he made her cross the limits of annoyance she was going to sabotage him and broadcast this to his whole stupid fandom – because, seriously. Watching a girl washing up outside of Hollywood movies without even bothering to look away was just totally out of question, brother or no. –A douchebag of a brother? Heck, no.
Anyway, this was generally her everyday schedule. This was what came with living under the same roof with a cat-ear Casanova, it seemed.
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