~Pug's love and the Deep end~
It started with a hand being rested on the photographer's chest—he growled at his ex's new-lover—he was the only obstacle in his way. If the model didn't have the emotionless-Olympian, she'd realize she wanted him back—not the slightest.
"Lay off!" Aoi snapped—Haru narrowed his orbs—he didn't enjoy his rash-tone.
Aoi attempted to move passed the strong-build of the swimmer to get a hold of the model cling to Haru's back—the photographer was drunk and angry—not a good combo; especially with his past love for abuse.
"Kou! Listen to me—move—", the drunken abuser bumped against the Olympian—Haru gave him a shove for space. "Move you worthless water-boy", Aoi slurred under his breath.
Rin watched from a distance—a request from Haru—apparently he's handled the photographer before. Rin decided to trust his rival—the shark knew the dolphin would protect his sister, but if things got heated (which they were)—the model's brother would have his rivals back.
Rin trusts Haru.
Sosuke looked over the heating quarrel—he predicted that Rin would get involved first but, when Haru made the request and the red-head willingly agreed—it shocked all the swimmers at the table; proving the butterfly-swimmer wrong.
Makato anxiously watched from his seat—Sosuke rolled his shoulder—Rei fixed his glasses—Nagisa gawked over the newly presented protective-side of Haru. The group knew there was going to be a fight – the ones' involved were mostly: Sosuke, Rin, Haru and Makato – if the tiny blonde or statistical-nerd got involved they'd be in the way – so, it was better to send the bigger and moral-strong members to the dolphins aid.
The model looked over Haru's shoulder—she wasn't going to let him fight her battles—this was her past and business, not his. "Kou, can't we just talk?"—she cringed for her drunken-ex's words—there was no-way in hell she'd go and talk with him; it'd only lead to something violent and emotionally damaging.
"She doesn't want to talk to you", the swimmer hissed—eyes glaring into Aoi's hazy orbs.
"She never said that—you did—and last I checked, your name isn't Kou" the drunk-fool spat with pride—he thought he was the shit at the moment, but, he was completely wrong—on many levels. "So, why don't you go back to your little school-of-fish and get the fuck out of my face".
Haru didn't budge which made Aoi pissed. "Or—you can go get drunk like you used to", the photographer pushed the Olympian roughly, making the blue-eyed swimmer rock in his place. "Go on! Get lost"—he pointed to the exit of the bar with a snarky-smile— "You're a waste of space".
"No he's not", Kou stepped in front of Haru suddenly—the drunk-asshole smiled like he had won the noble-prize. "If anything you're the piece of shit that needs to leave—now", she growled.
Aoi smirked at his ex. "You got some nerve you little bitch"—Kou's jaw-tightened for the insults. "Let me guess—he's great in bed and your inner-whore is satisfied", Aoi smirked before taking the last-sip of his beer—the smug comment made both the model and swimmer livid—"You're such a slut".
"You're no different", she quickly snapped, pushing his shoulder slightly—the sassy-touch made Aoi furious – it was a sign of war. "You know what, Aoi? You were the biggest fucking waste of time"—Haru grabbed her shoulder to stop her from stepping over the line with her ex—but she moved closer to the camera-man. "Honestly, three-fucking-years of being with you is like live in hell for an eternity!"
"Oh really? Then the fuck did you stay for all those years!" Aoi pushed her slightly. "Huh?" he tested. "Why the hell did you want to marry me and carry my child? The one I beat of yo—", the model had enough.
Her hand contacted with his cheek—he stuttered back and dropped his beer-bottle making it shatter into piece. "You sly bitch", he chuckled while wiping the trail of blood trickling from his lip. "You want to fight?" he cracked his knuckles—, "fine with me—I've hit you before, it doesn't bother me".
Haru went to stop his girlfriend but she swiftly moved around him. "Kou!" he snapped when she grabbed a random empty-bottle abandoned on the edge, and wiped the glass over the males head—Aoi dropped to the ground for his head. "Kou! Don't do it!" the Olympian yelled as he tried to pull the model off the fallen-photographer—her fist rapidly punching Aoi in the face.
Rin and the other men rushed over to help Haru grab the mad-woman. "Let me go!" she screamed as they carried her away from the photographer on the dirty-floor. "I'll kill him!" she elbowed her brother in the nose—Rin hissed in pain but didn't release her—when she head-butted Sosuke, he tightened his hold on her torso.
"Gou-chan, you need to calm down!" Nagisa shouted.
"Fuck that!" the model glared with furious eyes—her fist go once more—hitting her brother and Sosuke several times. "He took everything from me!" she yelled—suddenly she stopped moving as they broke through the bar and outside.
The warm-breeze of the outside-world blew her red-locks and refreshed her features—when the two swimmers placed her on the sidewalk and moved away for their own protection, she pulled a knee to her chest and bit her lip. "He took everything…" she muttered.
Haru looked down at the model—wanting to comfort her but knew she didn't want that. "How?" Rei questioned—eyes darted to him with a glare but he ignored.
The model played with the texture of her jeans – remembering all the shit from the past. "Innocence, time, hope, sanity—a child", she growled before looking over to the door – she wanted it all back—her innocence that he held under his belt, the three-years of pure torture, all the hope she had for their love, the constantly battles with herself and the baby that never got to see the world because of him.
She lunged at the door to break back inside, but her brother stood in front of her. "I want it back! You bastard!" she shrieked—fisted firing against Rin's chest. "You took it all, you piece of shit—I want it all back!"—her brother hissed as her fist slammed into his flesh; he'd definitely have bruises in the morning. "Give it back!" the model screamed as she finally broke-down.
Her punches got slowly and softer—tears dropped down her cheeks as her shoulders shook. "I want it back…Rin"—she pulled into her brothers chest, and silently cried into his cotton shirt. The red-head Olympian hugged her frame tightly, like he was never going to let her go, and buried his nose into her smoky-scented hair.
"I know, I know—its' okay…" he whispered— "You did your best—you did a good-job", her brother whispered – those were the words she needed to hear from him.
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*Pug*Deep end*
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She hissed loudly—feet dangling over the edge of the marble kitchen counter, hands plastered to the cold surface and the tall psyche of her boyfriend in front of her playing doctor.
"That hurts", she bluntly complained as he dabbed the Q-tip on the tiny cut—when she broke the beer-bottle the pieces had scattered and cut her face—there were a good-few on her face, and the swimmer was determined to clean them all. "Honestly, I can't wait to clean your cuts" she snickered.
"I can do that on my own", he killed her joy—thanks to her brilliant power, some glass had managed to cut him as well. "Ms. Badass" he bluntly joked which killed any hope for humor.
"I'm the girlfriend—I play nurse when you get hurt", she whispered in his ear—eyes on her brother sitting on the couch flipping through different channels – when he stopped on a movie with a man washed-up on a beach: the sun-setting near the large black-rock perking from the blood-red sea, and the brown-sandy beach with palm-tree's.
Haru narrowed his eyes for the seductive-whisper, and placed the Q-tip on a different cut—the model hissed and pulled back quickly for his actions. "You're cruel", he grumped, and taking a small-bandage in hand he placed it on the clean-cut before heading to the next. "I can't touch you right now"—he didn't mind her period, since it gave them time to just enjoy each other and talk – live together—but the teasing wasn't something he could handle.
A sigh mixed with another hiss from the model—Rin could hear them both but refrained from saying anything, he didn't see the need to stop them. He took his eyes off the beach-scene and to the pug staring at him with a tilted head—it was like he's never seen a person before. "Whose dog?" he called out to the couple.
"Kou's", Haru answered before applying another bandage.
"What's the dog's name?" Rin lifted the sausage pug onto the couch—petting his short-fur he stared into the dogs big-bright eyes.
"Haro", Kou replied while trying to push Haru's hand away from her cuts.
The shark raised a brow as he looked over to his sister. "Haro? Really? You named him after Haru—"
"No!" the model snapped—her boyfriend sighed as he finished with her finally cut. "It's after my addiction to heroine—don't try to feed Haru's ego more than he needs", the comment made the said swimmer raise a brow at the singer. "He's already a pain in the ass".
The blue-eyed Olympian pinched her cheek. "Says you", Haru growled in irritation.
"Stop it" the model whined but he continued. "Haru~" she complained as he pulled her cheek enough more.
"I'm sorry" she said— he knew she wasn't.
"I mean it"—no she didn't.
"I'll make you mackerel and pineapple"—he released her cheek and continued to clean-up the papers from the bandages. The model rubbed her cheek with a whimper as the slight-red mark appeared.
Rin snorted back a laugh for the two "You two are something else", both parties looked over to the red-swimmer who chuckled.
The couple looked over to each other with a smirk – thinking they've finally convinced the shark they were a good match (hopefully).
When Haru went to take-away the first-aid kit, the model shook her head and pointed to a spot on the floor. "Stand here", she demanded—he tried to pull the kit from her, but as he pulled her bottom would slid on the counter – the model wasn't going to let it go. "Haru, don't be stubborn!" Kou snapped.
"I'm fine—", he yulped when she suddenly grabbed his ear and yanked him towards her.
"Stand", Kou growled—he listened with fear in the back of his skull—after seeing her violent-side the swimmer wanted to avoid a quarrel with the model – he wanted to live!
Rin watched them from the couch—ribs and chest still burning from his sisters fist—but happy to see her content - it relieved his for some odd reason.
As his rival shifted slightly from the stinging sensation from the peroxide, the shark stood from the sofa – Haro watched with his buggy-eyes as their guest grabbed his coat and turned to see his sister cooing over the dolphin's glare.
Kou noticed her brother leaving—so did Haru. "Leaving already?" she questioned.
Rin nodded while slipping on his coat with a slight hiss. "Yeah—I need to pack-up", the model held her breath for a moment or two.
"You're going back to Australia?" she would hate to admit the sad-side of her heart—she'd miss her older-brother, even though they weren't on good-term until tonight, but Kou figured she wouldn't be seeing him for a while once he leaves.
Rubbing the back of his neck roughly, the shark nodded. "The coach sent Sosuke to retrieve me from Japan—apparently their freaking-out because I've been gone longer than they expected", his crimson-eyes landed on his rival who nodded as a good-bye—which is a very shitty-way. "You take care of her, fish-boy"—he pointed to Haru—"or I'll come back and fed you to the sharks".
The model noticed the wide-eyes from the blue-eyed swimmer as he looked at her brother—his jaw tightened as he nodded silently—she wrapped her arms around his neck – having them dangling over his shoulders. "He's being do quite an amazing job so far", Kou smiled to her brother—Haru blushed softly and looked away from his rival with embarrassment.
Rin sighed as he made his way to the front-door. "Well, you better keep it up, Haru", he called out.
"Wait—", Kou leaped from the counter and scurried to the door to catch her brother. "When will you be visiting again?" she asked.
Rin looked up from his sister sparkling-orbs and to Haru has a walked behind her. "I can't, Gou"—she pouted for the news.
"The Summer Olympics", Haru sighed while placing a hand on his girlfriend's head. "You'll see him at the Olympics", he locked eyes with his rival. "I promise".
Even though the distance between the siblings was great—and they've drifted a part—the swimmer was determined to have the model see her brother again – he want them to keep their strong-bond.
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Image of the chapter: a red sea, a black rock in the water, brown-sanded shore and palm-tree's at the side while the sun was setting.
I will be editing all the chapters again, just in case I forgot a few mistakes before, but, this will happen once the final chapter is posted.
-Next Chapter is the last-