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Chapter Ten
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She had screamed, thrown a temper tantrum, and became desperate. Len had never seen so many sides to Luka. She had begged him too. It was almost amusing, as well as pitiful, to put it plainly.
It was a bright day in contrast to the day before. It was the fifth day of spring break, and in three more days, school would begin again. Len sat in the corner of his room, brooding; the lights off.
What she had said stung him. Both Luka and Rin.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" Luka screeched at him, her sharp nails digging into his jacket. They were near the outside of the mall, where anyone could see them in public.
Trying awfully hard, Len pushed her away gently. "I'm sorry, Luka…I just…." He didn't know how to phrase it. He couldn't concentrate on them any longer, not with his current problems, and obviously, Luka was no longer entertaining as she used to be.
Luka seethed. "It's because of her, isn't it, Len?" Her fingers dug into his arm deeply and Len contained a wince. He had no idea that girls kept their nails so long, well except for Rin that is; they were practically nubs…a curious thought…
Luka gained his attention once more. "You're just stuck in the in between, Len! You're better off without her around you. Ever since she went over to that Hatsune girl's house, we finally had time to be together! But, no, here you are just getting a stupid brother complex when that whore of a lesbian might be fucking with Miku!"
He pushed her away harshly. "Whore?" His lips curled slightly upwards at that name. But, even more so at the fact Miku might be in such a relationship with Rin.
Yes, he saw her kiss his sister.
And to be honest, he wasn't mad.
He was fucking furious.
But, it didn't matter at that moment. Luka had insulted one of the closest people to him; forget that they barely ever spent time together anymore; she should have never crossed that line. "Whore? If anything, Luka, you're the one who's a whore." He growled.
For a moment, she seemed taken aback, and he almost regretted it. "You've seen her with Shion Akaito! Even at that party, with Kamui! Apparently, they had so much fun together that she fucking cried after a few bruises! She's the slut!" She screeched once more.
Kamui? Bruises?
Len jolted suddenly from his seat. Those marks, the bruises on her hip and arms and God knows elsewhere. The way her eyes were slightly red and how she seemed in so much pain whenever she was touched- -
God. He was drunk that night, he knew he could never remember anything from the night before.
Len! C-can we just go h-home now?
"Shit." He ran down the stairs, skipping a few steps, and ran out the door.
"You're delusional, Luka. I'm breaking up with you, and you can't do anything to change that." Len had growled at that moment, not paying much attention to her words, save her insult towards Rin.
Luka clung to him in final desperation. "Everything can be so much better, Len! I promise…!" She sobbed, her hands wringing his wrist.
He pulled his hand out of her grasped, and turned to walk away.
"You're in love with that bitch, aren't you?" Luka screamed at him. "She's nothing compared to me! You'll…" He blocked out all sound of her.
Truthfully, he didn't know whether or not if he loved Rin in such a way.
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Rin stayed in her room all day yesterday and today.
She was scared, frightened.
Where these images originated, Rin had no idea.
She sat on the bed, close to the window. The light that shone through blinds spangled over her curled up figure. Her eyes couldn't focus; she no longer knew what she was staring at. She was still wearing one of Miku's nightdresses, one that was short and thin. It was too loose, but it helped in the heat of the room.
Her arms tingled; they were red with fury. She'd scratched them, trying to herself of the heavy, sinking feeling that had assaulted her body. The scratching did little to satisfy her. The air felt so heavy on her, hard to breathe, and Rin collapsed on her side on the linen bed. She'd tried opening the window, but it hadn't worked. It was almost nighttime now, the sky turning orange.
The sun cast a hue of summery colors in the room, yet let shadows dance among the walls. The door was slightly opened. Nobody was home; Miku had gone out to put gas in her car. Rin arched her back, shifting to get comfortable on the bed; she felt sick and disgusted, the heat was getting to her. She breathed, a low shuddering breath and stared back up at the ceiling.
Bzzzz
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Bzzzz
Someone, Rin didn't know, was at the door. It wasn't Miku, she knew. Miku always carried her key with her in order to not lock herself out of the apartment. And if she did forget; something yet to happen, there was always a spare key in the potted plant by the door outside. It was perhaps a salesman or saleswoman, wanting to sell useless products. Or maybe someone had wanted to give something.
Then if they did, they would leave it by the door and go away. The ringing just continued. Rin stayed where she was, still panting. She couldn't concentrate right. Her thoughts seemed detached and related to one another and her eye sight wasn't focusing on anything in particular. The buzzing stopped and she sighed in relief, thinking, rather dizzily, that she wouldn't be graced with the chore of getting up and answering the door, especially not in her state of dress.
It was too flimsy and sheer. Miku had such a weird nightdress fetish. Rin blinked owlishly and arched her back again, sliding her hand underneath to peel off the part of the dress that had stuck to her overheated body. The bed sheets were the only thing that was cool, but it wasn't cold enough. Deciding to bathe, Rin began to slide her right foot to the edge of the bed when- -
The blinds rustled.
She stayed where she was. It wasn't supposed to be a windy day from what the weather forecaster had stated- -
"R-rin?" A voice stumbled, slight surprise lacing the voice.
She knew that voice, so familiar, a voice she'd grown to know and love after so very many years - -
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A/N: Hey! It's a cliffhanger! Sorry…hee hee hee. Maybe I'll wait reeeeeaaaaly long to make the next update just to mess with you guys. I mean, come on, Rin in a flimsy, short nightdress and Len climbs accidently through the window just above her bed, where she's laying almost suggestively on? Heh…You just gotta know that something's gonna happen next. But, everything's far from ending, you know. Bye!