Chapter 8: Serenade for Two
Shiro's eyes fluttered for a moment to take a small haze of light coming in from the large, glass window at the end of the room. He looked down at Rin and smiled. He donned his black formfitting shirt and then proceeded to wrap his white trench coat around him. The room was fairly dim that morning because the run had just risen over the horizon. Its golden talons slowly grabbed the black earth like an eagle spreading its wings. The day remained completely silent all except for the low hum sound from the air conditioner and the occasional bird's morning song.
Shiro bent over and picked up the mess of them night before. He repositioned the lamps, flower pots, and chairs back to their vertical state. He picked up a few glasses with a clear brown residue in it and a quarter filled bottle of whiskey. The scent of a light perfume wafted in the air and the sound of rustling cloth filled his ears. He turned around to face the source of all of this.
Shiro smiled, "Morning Rin."
Rin lazily sat up on the bed, the bed covers concealing her body from view. He rubbed her eyes a couple times before opening them slightly. She looked completely incapacitated by any stretch of the imagination. She coughed a couple times before grabbing the left over alcohol from last night and chugging it down. Her face was completely obscure because of a tangled mass of black hair.
"Whoa, Rin. That's a bit much."
She tossed the bottle onto the nightstand where it banged against the hard wood very loudly. It spun around a few times before coming to a complete halt almost falling off of the nightstand. Rin murmured incoherently before flopping recumbent onto the goose-feather bed. She rolled around it before clinging onto a pillow as she slept. Her soft, pale body huddled up into the fetal position as if she were a small child.
Shiro uttered, "Wait, no, Rin! Wake up!"
Rin opened one of her eyes and spun it around the room to get a good look of where she was at now that she was somewhat awake. She finally spoke, half-mumbling, half-drunk as she swung her legs out of the bed. The bed covers still concealed the majority of her body, but she made no effort to hide herself from Shiro. In fact, she grazed her leg with her finger and provocatively licked her lips.
Rin groggily said, "Shiro, it's only morning..."
Shiro frowned and his face was flushed bright red as he looked away from Rin who finally got out of the bed. Shiro tried not to look, but his eyes constantly wandered to her body, looking, wanting, wishing. He rubbed his eyes and walked away into the bathroom. He tried to avert his attention by freshening up like he always did every morning. He remembered that this was exactly what they had done together last time they met too.
"Rin, we have to get to the airport now or we'll be late."
Rin didn't answer, Shiro slowly looked back and saw that Rin was moving as quietly as she could towards him. He focused back onto washing his face as if he had not noticed Rin.
"Rin? Did you hear me?" he asked.
Rin remained silent, but Shiro could hear the light petter-patter of footsteps getting closer to him. He knew exactly what was going to happen, almost instinctively. Shiro's dull eyes immediately brightened up as he poured shaving cream into the large basin of a sink as he trickled water down from the silver plated faucet into the mixture. Shiro traced a large stick in his hand to mix the shaving cream and water together. In an immediate reaction, the two started to shoot out foam in every direction, filling the luxurious sink with foam that looked like pure white snow. Shiro looked back once more and saw that Rin was coming dangerously close. Her back was hunched over as if she thought she was some sort of assassin on a job. Shiro looked back at the edge of the sink before shoving a number of towels over it in preparation for what he was going to do.
The soft footsteps became louder, now Shiro could see Rin through the reflection of the glass window at the side of him. She was still wearing nothing, but she was on the balls of her feet getting ready to jump Shiro. He saw that she crouched down, looking like a tiger about to pounce at its weak prey. Right at the moment Rin lunged at Shiro she shouted out a greeting to him.
She screamed, "Good morning!"
Shiro evilly grinned at Rin who caught his eye right as she flew into the basin of shaving cream foam. The white mess flew all over the place, splashing everything from the windows to the walls, even the fine Indian-style, colorful rug outside of the room. Rin immediately woke up, from both the pain at her chest for landing on the edge of the sink and from the shock of being enveloped by a foamy mess. Luckily, Shiro placed a wad of towels right where she landed. She jumped out, face completely covered with the foam, and nagged Shiro in her usual tone.
"Shi-ro! That wasn't nice."
Shiro couldn't help but laugh at Rin. He thought, "At least her body is covered now, even though it wasn't voluntary." She gathered up some of the foam in her hands and flung the opaque mass at Shiro. He took a direct hit in the face and was blinded for a few seconds. He wiped the foam from his face and dipped his head into the wash basin. Shiro smirked and took off his undershirt, throwing it onto the only place of the room that hadn't been covered by foam. He jumped over the bathtub and started to use the rest of the contents of his shaving cream. More and more foam began to invade this small room, expanding exponentially. Shiro jumped right over Rin and rammed a double handful of foam into her face. She tripped and landed right between Shiro's legs. Shiro gasped when she made impact. Rin smiled and slid under Shiro. He was on all fours over Rin who tried to steal another kiss. It was just then, while Shiro's manhood was in its prime, that the young girl who served them previously entered the doorway. She showed signs of both arousal and embarrassment. Rin and Shiro stopped laughing as they both froze where they were after seeing the young girl. Their position didn't help them any bit, Shiro was on top of Rin, her legs wrapped around his body as he was hunched over her naked body. His pupils widened and he immediately tried to find a response, but could not find any.
"This... this isn't what it seems like!" he blurted out.
The young girl covered her face with her hands, trying not to look before slowly backing off as Shiro came closer. Maybe Shiro did not notice it, but he was not wearing anything. He continued to approach the young attendant who looked like she was about to cry.
The young attendant cried, "Please Mr. Emiya. I don't want that."
Shiro looked down and realized his own nudity. He quickly grabbed a towel and covered himself.
She murmured, "Mr... Mr. Emiya, I... I was going to tell you that your ride is here."
Shiro didn't seem to care about that as much as the misunderstanding that the young girl had about them. He played the entire event through his head. He had jumped on top of Rin while both were screaming and laughing like little children. Obviously, because of their age, they could not blame it on the curse of naivety. Rin rose, covering her body with a towel now that she realized the position she was in.
"Look, we were just...
"No... Miss Tohsaka, I understand... A little... It's what adults do."
Shiro slapped his forehead and groaned a little, he judged that the girl was only around fourteen, someone who had just became one of the junior ranks of magi. He could say that she wasn't even a class 1 rank maga. She slowly covered her face with the clipboard she carried in her hand. He just defiled a young child's view on life. Shiro prided himself in not being like that perverted Zeltretch, but as for the situation, he found himself no better. Rin disappeared and reappeared with a white shirt over her body. It didn't really help much since she was still wet from the foam, but at least she was clothed.
"Honey, can you just tell the driver to wait a little? We'll be there soon."
The young girl dashed off with the clipboard still over her face as if she tried to preserve her own purity by blocking her own view. Rin slowly walked out, now dressing up so that she could go out properly. She wiped herself with a towel and wore her usual raiment. A white suit and soft linen dress as if nothing had happened. Shiro put on his clothes which seemed to have magically stayed relatively dry and clean despite the massive battle he and Rin just had. Rin's voice had singingly called to him from the hallway of the hotel style rooms. He walked out carrying a briefcase with the instructions he had been given by Tristan. As he walked out he saw Rin looking at a painting on the wall displaying a man in crusader armor sitting down on a tree that looked like a throne. He had a crown over his head as he looked at another man holding a goblet. Rin spoke to herself, fully aware that Shiro had come out of the room.
"Robin Hood entertains Richard I"
Rin had turned around easily on the marble floor, her stilettos clacking against the polished rock. Rin looked at Shiro who stood there awkwardly because of the fact that they had both been found out by the girl.
"Shiro, don't look so embarrassed."
Shiro looked up and saw Rin cling around his neck as if they were lovers, but Shiro knew otherwise.
"Don't worry, you're still waiting for Saber, I know."
Shiro looked at Rin as if a bullet passed through his head, but she remained as happy as usual, now that Shiro was perplexed at her attitude.
"But you know Shiro..."
Rin smiled as she walked ahead of him, her suit's opaque white purity amplified by the large glass windows running down the sides of the wall. For the first time in a long while, Shiro saw Rin smiling radiantly, her seemed to permeate through everything, as if she were reflecting sunlight off of the sun, rather than the sun reflecting sunlight off of her.
"We are adults, that's what adults do."
--- You know, unlike the other one, I can clearly make a drama/action/romance/and more out of this thing. I've definately changed it so that you can see more of the workings behind Emiya since everyone would like to know what happened after Saber disappeared.