Umm...... Oh, yeah! Disclaimer: Absolutely nothing in this story or any
other stories I will write belongs to me except my fan character (at the
moment, it's Rinsa) and the plot. The rest belongs to the delicious Jhonen
Vasquez and Slave Labor Graphics. The first paragraph or so happens in JtHM
#7, when Johnny calls Devi and plays a recording of his voice saying he's
sorry.
Chapter One: (insert interesting title here)
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"BRING BRING!! BRING BRING!!"
"Deviiiiiiii!! Get the phone!! I'm busy!!"
Rinsa let her gaze drift back to the lump of clay in her hands as she heard her sister pick up the phone. Switching her CD player back on, she let the music blasting from the headphones engulf her. Singing along softly, she set to work on the clay. "Motivation; such an aggravation, accusations; don't know how to take them," she murmured along with Sum41. A shape had begun to appear in the clay. Frowning slightly, Rinsa hunched over and began to work on the facial features of the figure, giving the small boy a defiant, yet terrified, look. A teddy bear was shaped into his arms. Half squinting, she formed the outlines of his too-large eyes, giving him a rather innocent look. Shouting drifted from the other room as Devi began yelling at whoever had phoned. Mentally reminding herself to ask her sister about it later, she turned the volume up on her CD player, leaving a smudge of clay on the navy blue surface, and bent over to finish the figure.
Upon finishing, Rinsa stood up, dusted off her ratty, clay-stained jeans, and stood back, admiring her work. A striking rendition of a small boy in striped pajamas clutching a freakish teddy bear cowered on her workbench as she scratched her cheek, leaving small streaks of clay on her face. Satisfied with her art, she picked up the little figure and carried it over to the little kiln in the corner of her bedroom.
Stepping over the black trench coat she had tossed to the floor before starting on the clay, she carefully set the boy inside the small chamber of the kiln. She turned the flame on and retreated to her bed, flopping down.
Staring up at the black ceiling, she picked out constellations in the stars painted in fluorescent yellow paint. Her eyes began to drift shut, when they suddenly snapped open.
*No!* she thought. *I will not fall asleep!* Muttering to herself, she stood up, rubbing her eyes. Shoulders drooped with lack of sleep, she trudged over to the door, reading the old-fashioned alarm clock on the way. Only 7:58 P.M. Grabbing a random smattering of clean clothing from her closet, she headed for the bathroom.
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Steam filled the small room as the hot water pounded down on her. Eyes closed, she turned off the hot water, letting the now-cold liquid run down her skin, washing away the rest of the soap and shampoo. Turning the nozzle, the spray of water dwindled to a trickle as Rinsa groped around blindly for a towel, rubbing water from her eyes. Her fingers met cloth and she pulled the towel to her, drying herself off. Shaking her head, water spattered the walls as her hair ceased dripping. She pulled on the clean clothes: black jeans ripped off right below the knee; black and white striped socks that went up to her knees; a light blue, almost white T-shirt with a comic book figure called Happy Noodle Boy on it; and, of course, her trusty, long, black, many-pocketed trench coat. Slipping her arms in the sleeves, she patted her pockets.
*Damn. Nothing. Wonder where I put them...* she thought to herself as she meandered back into her room, forking gel into her hair. She scooped up her earrings from her black desk and fastened them onto her ears. Wandering around various art supplies and a few scattered articles of clothing, Rinsa scratched her chin thoughtfully as she tried to recall where she had last seen the items missing from her pockets.
*Hmmmmmmm... I wonder...* She dug a hand into the pocket of another trench coat on the floor. *Yep* she thought, transferring several blades of various lengths from the many hidden pockets of the two coats. As calm and non-violent as she be, her many walks through the vermin-infested city at night had taught her to keep a weapon (or two, or three, or eleven) on hand at all times, the hard way. Absentmindedly rubbing the long scar on her inner left forearm, hidden by black cloth, she went through a mental checklist of all her blades.
*Stiletto in inner pocket by right thigh- check! Dagger in spring-loaded inner pocket by left wrist- check! Twin mini-scimitars in inner pockets by hips- check!* she started, continuing to recite and check for all the blades on her person. She smiled, fingering her favourite, a six-inch, carbon steel blade that had gotten her out of many a tight spot. Rubbing the dragon-shaped handle, she placed it in its proper pocket, a spring- loaded one by her right wrist, switched off the kiln, and headed out the door.
As she passed by a rather disheveled-looking Devi, she remembered the earlier shouting.
"Hey, Dev? What was all that yelling about?" she asked, crouching down in front of her older sister by five years.
Devi turned to Rinsa, her eyes twitching, her hands wringing the rubber bands removed from her hair.
"That fucking bastard called me- and not only that, but he was apologizing! Or should I say, a recording of his voice was apologizing! As if saying he's sorry is enough for what he did! My god, that bastard! I didn't leave the house for months because of him!!" Devi shouted, one eye still twitching.
"'Bast'- wait, you mean that guy Johnny?" Rinsa asked, sighing. "That guy needs a thorough thrashing. Thinks he can kill whoever the hell he wants. Well, let me tell you something, Devi- if I ever lay eyes on him, he'll think twice about trying to kill my sister again!! I may only be 17, Devi, but that asshole's got a lot to learn, and I'm just the one to teach it to him!!"
Devi smiled weakly. "Thanks, Rain (no, NOT a typo, just a nickname). Now, you go have fun doing whatever you were going to do."
Rinsa stood up, patted her sister on the shoulder, and left, thinking of ways to make this Johnny guy sorry he had ever tried to kill Devi. She was so deep in thought, she didn't even notice Tenna right in front of her.
SMACK!!
"Ow..." Rinsa said, rubbing the area between her eyes.
"Aggg... By dose..." Tenna agreed, rubbing the injured joint. Suddenly, she began whipping around. "...No...Where?...Uh-uh..." she muttered, starting to sound frantic.
SQUEAK!
Tenna's eyes widened as she noticed Spooky in Rinsa's hands.
"Looking for this?" Rinsa taunted jokingly, waving it back and forth.
Tenna's ands darted forward, snatching Spooky, then bringing him close to rub against her cheek.
"My Spooky..." she was murmuring as Rinsa stepped around her and opened the door to the stairs.
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Stepping out onto the sidewalk, Rinsa did a second mental run over all her blades. Making sure the spring-loads were set, she started walking, humming to herself. Merely looking up at the night sky and barely sparing a glance at where she was going, she started walking in no particular direction.
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A long time later, Rinsa stopped across from a 24/7 to glance at her watch. 10:49. Wondering if she had enough change for a Cherry Doom Brain Freezey, a muffled gasp escaped her as someone clamped a hand over her mouth, pulling her into an alley. Thinking fast, she triggered her spring loads and the two blades popped into her hands. stabbing the hand over her mouth, she sprung away and turned to face her attacker. she was facing a man of about thirty, give or take a year. Clutching his wound to his mouth, he looked at her with angry eyes.
"Little bitch," he muttered. "That hurt."
Grimacing at the malodorous breeze drifting from the man, Rinsa replaced her blades and took out the twin foot-long scimitars, slyly grinning as the man's eyes bulged slightly.
"In case you're wondering, yes, I do know how to use these," she said, readying herself for an attack. She didn't have to wait long. The man rushed at her with an open pocket knife. Scoffing, she stepped aside, letting him barrel past. She let one scimitar trail along his arm as he barged by, leaving a large gash. He bellowed in pain and anger, then made after her again. She nimbly leaped onto a garbage can, then over him, slicing his back with both scimitars as she did. Blood pooled on the dank alley floor, glistening in the dim light from the street lamps.
Rinsa glanced down at it, clucking her tongue. "Tsk, tsk. You really shouldn't charge at me like that. Not only is it rude, but incredibly unintelligent, too." And with that, she rammed the hilt of one scimitar into the man's head. He dropped like a sack of potatoes.
Rinsa was stooping to wipe the blood off her blades on the man's clothes when she heard a sound. She whipped around, scimitars at the ready. Leaning against the alley wall was a blue-haired young man of about Devi's age, maybe a year younger. He was clapping softly, a red Brain Freezey at his feet.
"Well done," he said, gesturing towards the unconscious man. "I've never seen a girl handle blades like those so well."
Rinsa stood up straight, eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Thank you," she replied slowly, ever cautious.
"What is your name, if I may?" the almost-emaciated young man asked.
"I'm Rinsa," she replied, putting away her blood-free scimitars, but ready to trigger the spring-loads at any second. "And you?"
He smiled, then bowed. As he righted himself, he uttered a single word.
"Johnny."
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Yeah, I know. Not much of an ending. Obviously, there's gonna be more to this eventually. But, in order for that you must review!! Yes, I'm an unoriginal moron who needs the help of others to make her own story. Yes, without your reviews-to-be, you will most likely never see me or my lovely work again. Now, review!!!!!!! Or you shall be doomed to a moosey fate!!!! A TERRIBLE MOOSEY FATE!!!!! I think I read that whole "moosey fate" thing in some other author's note at the end. Person who wrote that- if you're reading this, thanks!! Toodles!! Review!! *skips off, singing* La la la la la la......
Chapter One: (insert interesting title here)
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"BRING BRING!! BRING BRING!!"
"Deviiiiiiii!! Get the phone!! I'm busy!!"
Rinsa let her gaze drift back to the lump of clay in her hands as she heard her sister pick up the phone. Switching her CD player back on, she let the music blasting from the headphones engulf her. Singing along softly, she set to work on the clay. "Motivation; such an aggravation, accusations; don't know how to take them," she murmured along with Sum41. A shape had begun to appear in the clay. Frowning slightly, Rinsa hunched over and began to work on the facial features of the figure, giving the small boy a defiant, yet terrified, look. A teddy bear was shaped into his arms. Half squinting, she formed the outlines of his too-large eyes, giving him a rather innocent look. Shouting drifted from the other room as Devi began yelling at whoever had phoned. Mentally reminding herself to ask her sister about it later, she turned the volume up on her CD player, leaving a smudge of clay on the navy blue surface, and bent over to finish the figure.
Upon finishing, Rinsa stood up, dusted off her ratty, clay-stained jeans, and stood back, admiring her work. A striking rendition of a small boy in striped pajamas clutching a freakish teddy bear cowered on her workbench as she scratched her cheek, leaving small streaks of clay on her face. Satisfied with her art, she picked up the little figure and carried it over to the little kiln in the corner of her bedroom.
Stepping over the black trench coat she had tossed to the floor before starting on the clay, she carefully set the boy inside the small chamber of the kiln. She turned the flame on and retreated to her bed, flopping down.
Staring up at the black ceiling, she picked out constellations in the stars painted in fluorescent yellow paint. Her eyes began to drift shut, when they suddenly snapped open.
*No!* she thought. *I will not fall asleep!* Muttering to herself, she stood up, rubbing her eyes. Shoulders drooped with lack of sleep, she trudged over to the door, reading the old-fashioned alarm clock on the way. Only 7:58 P.M. Grabbing a random smattering of clean clothing from her closet, she headed for the bathroom.
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Steam filled the small room as the hot water pounded down on her. Eyes closed, she turned off the hot water, letting the now-cold liquid run down her skin, washing away the rest of the soap and shampoo. Turning the nozzle, the spray of water dwindled to a trickle as Rinsa groped around blindly for a towel, rubbing water from her eyes. Her fingers met cloth and she pulled the towel to her, drying herself off. Shaking her head, water spattered the walls as her hair ceased dripping. She pulled on the clean clothes: black jeans ripped off right below the knee; black and white striped socks that went up to her knees; a light blue, almost white T-shirt with a comic book figure called Happy Noodle Boy on it; and, of course, her trusty, long, black, many-pocketed trench coat. Slipping her arms in the sleeves, she patted her pockets.
*Damn. Nothing. Wonder where I put them...* she thought to herself as she meandered back into her room, forking gel into her hair. She scooped up her earrings from her black desk and fastened them onto her ears. Wandering around various art supplies and a few scattered articles of clothing, Rinsa scratched her chin thoughtfully as she tried to recall where she had last seen the items missing from her pockets.
*Hmmmmmmm... I wonder...* She dug a hand into the pocket of another trench coat on the floor. *Yep* she thought, transferring several blades of various lengths from the many hidden pockets of the two coats. As calm and non-violent as she be, her many walks through the vermin-infested city at night had taught her to keep a weapon (or two, or three, or eleven) on hand at all times, the hard way. Absentmindedly rubbing the long scar on her inner left forearm, hidden by black cloth, she went through a mental checklist of all her blades.
*Stiletto in inner pocket by right thigh- check! Dagger in spring-loaded inner pocket by left wrist- check! Twin mini-scimitars in inner pockets by hips- check!* she started, continuing to recite and check for all the blades on her person. She smiled, fingering her favourite, a six-inch, carbon steel blade that had gotten her out of many a tight spot. Rubbing the dragon-shaped handle, she placed it in its proper pocket, a spring- loaded one by her right wrist, switched off the kiln, and headed out the door.
As she passed by a rather disheveled-looking Devi, she remembered the earlier shouting.
"Hey, Dev? What was all that yelling about?" she asked, crouching down in front of her older sister by five years.
Devi turned to Rinsa, her eyes twitching, her hands wringing the rubber bands removed from her hair.
"That fucking bastard called me- and not only that, but he was apologizing! Or should I say, a recording of his voice was apologizing! As if saying he's sorry is enough for what he did! My god, that bastard! I didn't leave the house for months because of him!!" Devi shouted, one eye still twitching.
"'Bast'- wait, you mean that guy Johnny?" Rinsa asked, sighing. "That guy needs a thorough thrashing. Thinks he can kill whoever the hell he wants. Well, let me tell you something, Devi- if I ever lay eyes on him, he'll think twice about trying to kill my sister again!! I may only be 17, Devi, but that asshole's got a lot to learn, and I'm just the one to teach it to him!!"
Devi smiled weakly. "Thanks, Rain (no, NOT a typo, just a nickname). Now, you go have fun doing whatever you were going to do."
Rinsa stood up, patted her sister on the shoulder, and left, thinking of ways to make this Johnny guy sorry he had ever tried to kill Devi. She was so deep in thought, she didn't even notice Tenna right in front of her.
SMACK!!
"Ow..." Rinsa said, rubbing the area between her eyes.
"Aggg... By dose..." Tenna agreed, rubbing the injured joint. Suddenly, she began whipping around. "...No...Where?...Uh-uh..." she muttered, starting to sound frantic.
SQUEAK!
Tenna's eyes widened as she noticed Spooky in Rinsa's hands.
"Looking for this?" Rinsa taunted jokingly, waving it back and forth.
Tenna's ands darted forward, snatching Spooky, then bringing him close to rub against her cheek.
"My Spooky..." she was murmuring as Rinsa stepped around her and opened the door to the stairs.
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Stepping out onto the sidewalk, Rinsa did a second mental run over all her blades. Making sure the spring-loads were set, she started walking, humming to herself. Merely looking up at the night sky and barely sparing a glance at where she was going, she started walking in no particular direction.
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A long time later, Rinsa stopped across from a 24/7 to glance at her watch. 10:49. Wondering if she had enough change for a Cherry Doom Brain Freezey, a muffled gasp escaped her as someone clamped a hand over her mouth, pulling her into an alley. Thinking fast, she triggered her spring loads and the two blades popped into her hands. stabbing the hand over her mouth, she sprung away and turned to face her attacker. she was facing a man of about thirty, give or take a year. Clutching his wound to his mouth, he looked at her with angry eyes.
"Little bitch," he muttered. "That hurt."
Grimacing at the malodorous breeze drifting from the man, Rinsa replaced her blades and took out the twin foot-long scimitars, slyly grinning as the man's eyes bulged slightly.
"In case you're wondering, yes, I do know how to use these," she said, readying herself for an attack. She didn't have to wait long. The man rushed at her with an open pocket knife. Scoffing, she stepped aside, letting him barrel past. She let one scimitar trail along his arm as he barged by, leaving a large gash. He bellowed in pain and anger, then made after her again. She nimbly leaped onto a garbage can, then over him, slicing his back with both scimitars as she did. Blood pooled on the dank alley floor, glistening in the dim light from the street lamps.
Rinsa glanced down at it, clucking her tongue. "Tsk, tsk. You really shouldn't charge at me like that. Not only is it rude, but incredibly unintelligent, too." And with that, she rammed the hilt of one scimitar into the man's head. He dropped like a sack of potatoes.
Rinsa was stooping to wipe the blood off her blades on the man's clothes when she heard a sound. She whipped around, scimitars at the ready. Leaning against the alley wall was a blue-haired young man of about Devi's age, maybe a year younger. He was clapping softly, a red Brain Freezey at his feet.
"Well done," he said, gesturing towards the unconscious man. "I've never seen a girl handle blades like those so well."
Rinsa stood up straight, eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Thank you," she replied slowly, ever cautious.
"What is your name, if I may?" the almost-emaciated young man asked.
"I'm Rinsa," she replied, putting away her blood-free scimitars, but ready to trigger the spring-loads at any second. "And you?"
He smiled, then bowed. As he righted himself, he uttered a single word.
"Johnny."
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Yeah, I know. Not much of an ending. Obviously, there's gonna be more to this eventually. But, in order for that you must review!! Yes, I'm an unoriginal moron who needs the help of others to make her own story. Yes, without your reviews-to-be, you will most likely never see me or my lovely work again. Now, review!!!!!!! Or you shall be doomed to a moosey fate!!!! A TERRIBLE MOOSEY FATE!!!!! I think I read that whole "moosey fate" thing in some other author's note at the end. Person who wrote that- if you're reading this, thanks!! Toodles!! Review!! *skips off, singing* La la la la la la......