~ Why not? ~
Raw, rough and utterly wondrous—his lips on hers' as the two-stars stumbles out of his vehicle and up the steps to his house.
What is she thinking?
Nothing—clearly—but the soccer-player knows this is bad. Even though Jinta's a cheater (she's stated that many times), she didn't want to be on his level—such thoughts rush into her mind as the singers lips slowly run to her neck, soft and caring pecks while her fingers fiddle in his white-locks.
Those exact thoughts vanish like the wind once Toshiro pulls her closer and attacks her lips once more, leaving her mind blank from her nagging morals.
When did something so wrong become…so right?
Why did he have to be such an amazing kisser?
Better yet—why does bad feel so good?
Karin can't answer either question, her mind is numb with a single thought that constantly circles her mind—call it deprivation or raging hormones, but all she can think about is sex.
If they were to be caught, which is likely, she couldn't give an excuse—Toshiro never spiked her drink—they weren't drunk—he's not blackmailing her, even though he probably could—it's not for publicity or more attention in the media—and like hell, she could blame the look. No excuses, just pure desire.
Suddenly the distinctive sound of her dress zipper zooms through the night-air.
Her eyes widen and instantly her hands push the play-boy model away. The soccer-star bows her head in shame, unable to conclude her suddenly lack of control and reasoning.
Rattling fills the air—Karin looks over with hooded eyes—when the sight of Toshiro attempting to open the door makes her heart quicken and breathe hitch. He still thinks—"We can't," she whispers and he stops.
"Karin…" he mutters in a sigh—Toshiro knows all too well. "…I know."
She bits her lip as the linger taste of the singer wavers through her taste-buds. "Then… why?"
Why? Why did he take her back to his house?—He doesn't know, it felt right at the time and in his heart he thought… he thought he might actually have a chance.
He looks over—cheeks tinted with blush and eyes alerted to the floor—if he was going to tell her the truth, he couldn't look her in the eye—it'll would only stop him. "I…I want you…" he finally admits. "Not just for one night either."
The thumping in Karin's chest sounds like she played several games of soccer without a break—it might implode in her chest—but she always dreamt of Toshiro saying those words to her. She should be happy about this—and she is inside—but on the outside she's confused about a lot of things; they've been like this for a little over a week (maybe) and now—now of all times? She could be traded in a few weeks. They'd be in different countries and a part forever.
"W-What are we, Toshiro?" she steps forward; eyes searching his bright-oceans.
He leans forward pressing his forehead against her and closing his eyes as her aroma dances around his senses—inside he's a little disappoint—he had (somewhat) confessed and she still hasn't answered, which is never a good sign—yet he can't get mad or upset, she does have a boyfriend.
"I don't know," he says with a guilty grin—Toshiro knows that regardless of what happens with these feelings inside his souls, he'll always be there for her, even if it hurts in the end. "But…I know one thing," the singer starts before licking his swollen lips, "I want to be able to do this without feeling confused afterwards."
A delicate hand rests on the back of his neck—playing the tiny white-hairs while she nudges his nose softly to get closer. "What do you mean by: this?" she whispers in a daring tone.
The model beams as he closes the space between them—he realizes they shouldn't do this – he shouldn't encourage her like this, it'd only be a sign of his capability to take her pure slate of infidelities. Yet, he can't resist—all his senses want her—everything: taste, smell… body.
Toshiro deepens the kiss—ardent and gingerly—he can be rapacious, right? The singers was good with his last relationship—he was loyal, understanding (somewhat), supportive (when he had free-time) and tried new things (that might be pushing it)—it's probably been a month or less since he's had sex.
An inviting sob whines from her throat when Toshiro presses her firmly upon a wall—lifting her leg to his waist, he becomes closer until she gains her will-power once more. Without thinking, he tries to pull her back into a desirable stance—one he could control.
"I should go," Karin wins—the singer steps back in defeat. "I'll—I'll text you—"
"Wait," she stops and turns from the steps. Toshiro groans softly for the inflaming muscle below, but pushes the lust out of his mind. "Do you…" he trails—thinking about how to say it exactly without making it completely obvious, "Do you ever think we can be… more than just best-friends?"
The soccer-star tenses for the question—she's thought about it many times, but could she admit that now? Would it be weird to say: I've thought about it more than you think?
He notices the silent thinking she was doing. "I don't expect you give me an answer right away"—she snaps her eyes towards him—"Just think about it—consider it."
She nods innocently and zips up her dress: "Good night Toshi."
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Why not?
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Rattling comes from her keys as she fiddles with her apartment lock—Yuzu must be asleep since its late and the soccer-player didn't want to awake her twin, especially with the mess of lipstick on her lips—it'd only bring the actress to questioning her—she doesn't need it right now.
Karin's thought were everywhere—she doesn't understand: why has Toshiro suddenly become like this? Actually she should've noticed the changes before, when they first kissed outside the studio, but nothing seemed to come to mind.
Maybe she's just overthinking everything—perhaps she's been completely blind since there were kids; he could've been flirting with her since childhood and she never noticed until now, when everything is literally blunt as fuck. Could Karin be that dense? Well, she is Ichigo's little sister after all.
Pushing the door open, she's welcomed to a quite—way too quite—apartment.
The soccer-player sighs as she kicks off the stilettos and un-zips the dress—tossing the keys onto the side-table along with her wallet.
Peeling off the black-dress she walks towards the laundry-room—with a flick of the light-switch she heads over to the drier in her undergarment and scrambles through the clean clothing until stopping at a sweat-shirt, one she stole from Toshiro.
The grey sweat-shirt pools her body as she pulls on a pair of yoga-shorts, closes the drier door and grabs the dress. She hums while pulling her hair back and heads towards her bedroom.
Rounding the corner she towards the rooms, she kicks something laying on the floor—looking to the ground she notices a pair of sneakers – not any ordinary sneakers but Jinta's.
She stops humming and strains her ears—bed springs—there's no doubting the squeak squeals of the metal-springs. Her stomach aches for the noise, eyes widen for the conclusions rambling through her mind: he brought a crew-member to her apartment—no— he must be playing a prank on her or something. Could it be that Yuzu went out and Jinta came over with another woman?—none of her assumptions came close to the truth.
Dropping the dress she walks to the bedroom Yuzu was sleeping in—the sounds of moans and grunts fill her ears—the woman calls for the actor and the soccer-player's breath quivers for the familiar voice - her sister.
The shattering could be heard like a police-siren—her heart couldn't handle the thought of her…her sister—it can't be true—it's nothing but a fluke, right? Jinta just found someone who sounds like Yuzu and her sister's out on the town with some of her modeling friend—that had to be it.
Gathering her courage she grasps the knob—opening the door, the murky scent of sweat, pants and sex hit her nose. The moans become the only noises in the apartment as the moon shines through the dark-room.
The soccer-player freezes for the sight: Yuzu on top of the red-head actor. "Yu…" Karin whispers into her palm.
When Yuzu notices the moonlight coming into the room, she looks over with her hips still rocking—a grunt comes from Jinta when she comes to a halt. Her eyes widen for the on-looker—Karin.
"Kar—, "the actress tries as she climbs off the male.
"How could you?!" Karin screams—chest rising and falling rapidly.
Yuzu attempts to reach her sister but stops when the soccer-stars shoulders begin to shake, her hands seems like the end of a rattle-snake.
Her throat feels numb—heart like fire and lungs cloaked in sadness. She couldn't stay here anymore—she needs to scream—cry.
The sandy-haired twin watches in silence—she knows that face—the face of utter pain. Just as her sister turns to leave the scene, Yuzu grabs her bath-rob and quickly follows after her.
"Karin!" she yells as the soccer-player grabs her keys and opens the door. "Karin please! Please listen to me!"
The model grabs her twins arm with an iron grip. "Karin… please—"
"I've had enough," the cold tone of Karin's voice makes Yuzu freeze. "I—I can't do this shit anymore!" Karin shouts with a push of her sister. "You're supposed to be my sister—my fucking family! And look what you're doing: screwing my boyfriend in my own house!"
"I'm sorr—"
"No you're not!" Karin interrupts. "It seems like you got another thing you're good at—backstabbing your own family."
Yuzu's silent as her sister storms down the hallway—vanishing from the apartment building.
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The sky is spinning—star's nothing but a multi-color blur in the dark pool of the galaxy, the only steady image that comes into her view is the palm-tree's lined along the apartment build while she fumbled into her vehicle.
She gasps while leaning into the driver-seat—why? Why does it hurt so much?
Her lungs burn as she struggles to put the keys into the ignition—drive, just drive and forget everything—forget the cheating she's endured, the fears of being traded, her feelings for her best-friend and the confusion in her life—but running away wouldn't help, it'd only make it worse.
As the engine roars to life, she closes her soar-eyes to calm herself—would it be fair to run to Toshiro like this? Yes, but how could she? They're so complicated—first they're making out and about to jump into the sack, the next she's on his couch sobbing about her sister and ex-boyfriend? This isn't some sit-com where it all makes sense.
Lifting her head—eyes closed and lips purses together, she reaches a conclusion and grips the stirring-wheel before stepping down on the gas.
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Why not?
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Pacing the apartment, Yuzu runs her fingers through her messy-locks. "She—she wasn't supposed to find out this way, Jinta!" she panics—the chef knows her sister and women like Karin don't just forgive and forget, they hate and never stop.
"Babe, you need to calm down," Jinta sighs from the couch. "She knows now and there's nothing that can change that."
"No fucking shit!" she snaps—he tenses for her harsh tone.
"You need to calm the hell down," Jinta growls. "Karin's you're sister—"
"Yeah! And you were her boyfriend," Yuzu points out—the actor bows his head slightly. "That look she just gave me—I broke her heart! Not you or Toshiro—me —her own twin!"
"Exactly," he stands. "You're family, she hast to forgive you."
"Jinta, this is Karin we're talking about," the blonde states with tears. "She's never going to forgive me—not in a million years," Yuzu sobs; falling to the floor the actors kneels down and wraps her in his arms for comfort.
"It'll work out," he whispers into her hair. "Karin loves you so much—just give her time."
She leans back from her boyfriend and nods while wiping her tears from her cheeks. "Yeah… you're right," Yuzu sniffles before looking over her sister's apartment.
"What're you thinking about now?" he asks—the wandering eyes give him the clue.
"Do you have your phone on you?" she questions; he nods and hands her the device without hesitation.
"What're you going to do?"
"Call Toshiro," she answers.
"What?" Jinta snaps before grabbing the phone. "If he knows what just happened, he'll kill me!"
Yuzu is silent—she knows her sisters' best-friend wouldn't only kill Jinta but torture him for his cheating-ways—but it's the only person who came to mind when it comes to her sister.
She could call her brother and Rukia, but they wouldn't know her whereabouts—knowing the couple, they'd give her a shocked but hopeful response of "don't worry, she'll come back soon."
Then there's Karin's team-mates—they'd beat the shit out of them—especially Nel, she'd have absolutely no mercy for either party.
Toshiro—he's their best choice—yes he would potentially kick the day-lights out of Jinta, but when thinking it through, there's one things that would stop the singer—Karin, she wouldn't allow the model to do anything since he'd land in prison for assault and would become someone's bitch.
"No," Yuzu says before grabbing the phone and dialing the familiar number. "Karin would stop him."
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Why not?
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B-ring!
B-ring!
A blue towel wrapped around his waist, he scurries from the warm bathroom and into his bedroom, thinking the call could be from his best-friend—on the nightstand sits his cellphone, buzzing like a bee and the wallpaper of he and Karin.
He sighs for the unknown number and taps the answer-call button.
"Hello," Toshiro's raspy voice echoes through the phone.
"T-Toshiro?"—he holds the phone away from his damp ear with a confused look written upon his face.
"Yuzu?" the singer question, when an innocent hum went through the phone he sighs. "Why are you calling me?"
"It's about Karin—, "she starts.
"If this is about the thing that happened before she went home—, "he tried while pacing the hardwood floor.
"What thing?" Yuzu says with a raised brow—Toshiro curses under his breath for revealing his little secret.
"Nothing—nothing!" he exclaims in frustration. "What's up with Karin?"
"Better question: what happened with you and my sister?" the actress insists. "Did you and Karin sleep—"
"God no!" Toshiro yells as he flops onto his bed. "Karin—Karin has Jinta—and even though he's a dirty fucking piece of shit, she wouldn't cheat on someone…" he sighs; leaning over his knee's he runs his free-hand through his wet white locks. "That's just how Karin is—that's something that I love so much about her, but that doesn't matter—even if I want to be with her," the singers voice becomes lower and lower until its nothing but a whisper which sends a shiver down her spine.
"A-Are you…" her voice cracks, "in love with her?"
The model freezes in place—shit—"Uh well…" he trails in uncertainty; the line goes silent for a moment as he thinks—"yeah, I love her."
"It took you long enough!"—Toshiro grunts for her comment.
"I-Is this why the fuck you called me?" he asks with irritation—the conversation seemed to transition from serious to down-right casual. "If that's the case, I'm hanging up—"
"No, no, no," she quickly says to get back on track. "Karin needs you right now."
The mattress bounces as he slowly sits down—this doesn't feel right—Karin… she never really needed him. So, the statement makes his heart race and his mind rambling with questions about Karin's well-being. There's plenty of things that could've happened when she left his house—a car accident, mugged, raped, gang-banged, hit and run, shooting—too many things could've happened.
"W-What's wrong with Karin?" Toshiro stutters in fear—when Yuzu's silent for a moment, he panics. "Fucking tell me Yuzu!" he demands.
"Karin's runaway."
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Image of the chapter: a night sky in a circular motion with palm-tree's