Yes!! I have finally started this chapter in which Nny will (hopefully)
appear and share another kiss with Rinsa!! (Can you tell I'm a hopeless
romantic with a love interest in Nny? If not, then please exit to your
right. You upper right. No, your /other/ upper ri-*sighs* just click on the
"x" in the corner. There ya go. /Aaaaaaaaaaaa/nyways....) *ahem...* As you
may or may not have noticed by now, the original characters (the ones from
the comic book) may or may not seem a little OOC (I'm /hoping/ "OOC" means
"Out Of Character". I kind of guessed on the definition. If it means
something else, please tell me! I didn't even realize what "AN" stood for
until two days ago!!). Well, too bad. I'm not Jhonen (who, may I remind
you, owns everything in this and every other story I write except the plot
and my fan characters), obviously, and cannot even attempt to replicate his
work. Therefore, the characters in my fanfic(s) are /based/ on his
characters, with a little twist of Rinsa-ness (me "Rinsa", not my character
"Rinsa", who is actually me, only three years older and Devi's sister).
Onward, march!!
AN: Gods. I FINALLY found the disk this was on. Just thought I'd warn you, but this chapter is completely pointless, and plus, it sucks ass monkies. I'm in a total writing slump. I swear on my life, I will not post another chapter unless I get some ideas, because I. Am. Stuck. Writer's block has me in its throes, and so on, and so forth. Now, PLEEZ, suggest something, because I'm just going to keep on posting the chapters I have written of all my other fics until I get some ideas for this one.
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At 6:35 in the afternoon Rinsa trudged into the kitchen portion of the apartment.
"Good evening, Rinkie!! Got anything planned for what remains of today?" Devi said, unusually cheery as Rinsa poured herself a bowl of cereal.
Rinsa grunted.
Devi slid sideways out of the room, careful not to make any sudden movements and draw attention to herself. Rinsa smiled, still squinting, and starting slowly chewing her shredded wheat.
She left the half-empty bowl of cereal on the counter and headed for the shower.
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About ten minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, clothed in a black tank reading Z?, a black and white-striped shrug, one of her countless pairs of black jeans ripped off below the knee, and yet another pair of black and white-striped socks. Several small blades were tucked into the pockets of her jeans, and both spring-loads were in place. She rubbed the last of the gel into her hair and fastened her earrings. A short while later she was out the door, this time minus any run-ins with Tenna.
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At the library, Rinsa flipped through the musty books sitting on the shelves. She found one she liked, and, pulling it out, went to sit in the comfortable beanbag in the children's corner, making sure there were no adults to notice her.
A few pages into /A History of Swords/, Rinsa became suddenly bored and decided to leave. She replaced the book approximately where she had found it and left the library.
Rinsa closed her eyes, spun around with one finger pointing straight ahead, and, once stopped, opened her eyes and began walking in the direction she pointed to.
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About twenty minutes later she wandered past the newly-built Cafe Le Prick and strolled inside. Rinsa ordered a blackberry tea to go and stepped outside, sipping carefully from the hot styrofoam.
She was in a decidedly good mood today. Humming Ode To Joy, she finished the tea and crumpled the cup, dropping it in a trash can.
She was thinking up reasonable ways to ask Nny out later that night and barely noticed when she bumped into a little boy. Looking down at the scared child, she frowned.
"What's wrong?" she asked kindly, squatting down to his level.
"There's a scary man chasing me!! He's even scarier than the Scary Neighbour Man!!" the little boy squeaked, looking over his shoulder.
Rinsa's eyes narrowed as she noticed a rather chunky man (AN: I really don't feel like waiting till the end of the chapter, so..... This is indeed the man who, once again, tries to rape poor little Squeegee in JtHM #3 or 4, I'm not sure which. Also, I seem to remember him being kind of chunky, but, seeing as I actually own only #1 and have no way of confirming his chunky-or-not-chunkiness as I write this, chunky he shall be. And if, in reality, he isn't, then just ignore the adjectives relating to his build) watching them from behind a corner. She pulled a compact mirror out of a pocket and angled it so the little boy could see the man. "Is that the scary man chasing you?" she asked, her voice turning to a growl.
The young boy nodded frantically, then hid his face in his hands. Rinsa snapped the mirror shut and stood up straight. Slipping the mirror in her pocket, she picked the little boy up. "Come on," she said. "I'm going to teach the scary man a lesson, and you can watch."
As she made her way towards the dumpy man, he noticed her and tried, in vain, to hide himself behind a newspaper he whipped out of a nearby trash can.
Rinsa smiled sardonically, and triggered her right spring-load, shifting the little boy, who was whimpering, to her left hip.
The man realized his guise was not working and began walking very quickly into an alley, eyes wide at the sight of the malicious teenager heading his way.
She cornered him, setting the little boy on the top of a dumpster, and revealed her blade to him. He was clearly frightened, not having expected this when he started trailing the child.
"There's something wrong with people who follow little children they don't know," Rinsa growled, advancing slightly. "Oh, and I forgot to mention, I /hate/ pedophiles."
Five minutes later she scooped the boy up and left the alley, the child- stalker laying unconscious on the filthy ground, bleeding from several shallow, but painful, wounds. (AN: for everyone who has thought at some point that Rinsa will end up being another Johnny, you are /so/ wrong. She teaches people lessons by hurting them and then knocking them unconscious, but refuses to kill anything. Oh, and the whole bringing the pedophile thingie into my ficcie? I was really bored and felt like bringing cute lil' Squee into the story, so pbbbbbt!! *blows raspberry*))
Depositing the small child on a public mailbox, Rinsa wiped her blade on a passing soccer mom(AN: grrr... Death to soccer moms... No offense if you're a soccer mom, but I loathe you with every fiber of my being. I despise you almost as much as I detest preps. Anyway, back to the ficcie...)'s coat, who failed to notice the blotch of red on her sparkling clean white cardigan. She turned back to the little boy and smiled, sheathing the dagger. "What's your name" she asked, hoping he wouldn't be too paralyzed by watching her slice up a sicko.
He was trembling, but he answered her just the same. "My name's Todd, but the Scary Neighbour Man calls me Squee," he quivered, looking up at her with eyes too blue to be true. "You're nice; you didn't kill the scary man. Will you be my friend?" (AN: Squee is most definitely OOC here, as I doubt he would ask a 17-year-old who just sliced a man up, even for his protection, to be his friend. Well, I don't give a shit. And try not to worry about all the Authour's Notes...)
Rinsa broke loose in a genuine smile. "Sure thing, Squee, my man," she said, ruffling his mop of black hair. "I'm Rinsa. Now, where are your par-"
She was interrupted by a black shape barreling past, snatching Squee on its way. Rinsa's eyes snapped wide open, then she dashed after the figure. It led her on for quite a while, then ducked into an alley. Rinsa snatched a twin daggers from her pockets, thinking it was another pervert. Blades at the ready, she leaped into the alley, and-
CLANG!!
A chunk of pipe attached to a set of arms slammed against the wall where her head had been a few fractions of a second before. She whipped around, ready to take on the pipe wielder.
"Rinsa?!!" Nny stood there, jaw dropped slightly, staring at her in disbelief.
Rinsa pocketed the blades, then let out a breath of air. "Phew. God, Nny, I thought you were another creep the way you ran off with poor Squee here."
He blinked. "Same here. Hey, how do you know Squeegee?" he asked, setting down the pipe.
"Rescued him from a pedophile. You?" Rinsa replied, one hand on hip.
"I live next door to him."
At this Rinsa burst out laughing. Nny looked startled. "What's so funny?" he queried, brow furrowed in confusion.
She calmed herself, then began to speak. "Squee was just telling me how the man that had been following him, i.e. the pedophile, was even scarier than the Scary Neighbour Man, who he was obviously terrified of. And there I was, thinking to myself, 'Who the hell is the Scary Neighbour Man?' and the whole time he was talking about you, wasn't he?" she grinned, arms crossed.
Nny looked a little sheepish. "Perhaps..." he murmured.
Rinsa walked over to where Squee, paralyzed at the sight of the Scary Neighbour Man, sat stock still on top of a trash can, and picked him up, balancing him on one hip. "Come on, Nny. If you live next door to him then you know where his house is. Lead the way, and I /just might/ forget to ask you why the hell the poor kid's so scared of you," she stated, shooing Nny on ahead of her.
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They arrived at 779 on a street without a street sign a while later. After ringing the doorbell a few fruitless times, Nny led her around back and gave her a boost up through Squee's bedroom window, which was broken. She set the little boy, who was snoring gently, down on his bed and tucked him in, setting a strange-looking teddy bear in his arms, which he immediately took hold of. She took a step back and smiled at the sleeping figure. Then, she jumped out of the window, landing catlike on the ground in front of Johnny. "Come on," she said, smiling playfully. "You can walk me to the movie theater. I was just about to go see /Revenge of the Deceased Living (AN: yet another Authour's Note!! Whee!! Anyway, this is just to point out a little play on words. Instead of /Revenge of the Living Dead/, like the rather-well-known horror movie, this is /Revenge of the Deceased Living/. Funny, no?)/."
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Dunh dunh DUUUUUNH!! *someone knocks at Rinsa's door*
Who is it?
Voice: Do you really need to ask?
Rinsa: Gasp!! Is it- no, it can't be!! It just /can't/!! Oh, the horror!! Oh, the inhuma- oh, let's skip the shit. *opens the door and story rinsa walks in*
Story Rinsa: Nice job on the story so far!!
Real Rinsa: Thanks!!
Story Rinsa: Oh, yeah!! I just came here to ask you one thing.
Real Rinsa: Yeah?
Story Rinsa: WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO GET TO THE PART WHERE NNY AND ME KISS AGAIN?!! FOR YOUR SAKE, IT HAD BETTER BE SOON!!
Real Rinsa: Eeeeeeeeee!! *runs behind the couch, still screaming* Don't worry, It'll be in the next chapter!! I promise!! And if it isn't, then... *thinks hard* ...then you can carve your name into my flesh!! With painkillers, of course!! Okay?
Story Rinsa: GODSDAMN RIGHT, IT'LL BE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!! BECAUSE IF IT ISN'T, I /WILL/ CARVE MY NAME IN YOUR PAINKILLER/LESS/ FLESH!! AND WILL CONTINUE DOING SO UNTILL YOU SCREAM FOR MERCY!! I MEAN, THAT'S THE ONLY REASON I AGREED TO BE IN THIS STORY, REMEMBER?!! NOW, YOU START TYPING THAT NEXT CHAPTER!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!!!!!!
Real Rinsa: Okay!! Okay!! *whimpers* Just don't hurt me!! Now will you leave?!!
Story Rinsa: LEAVE?!! I'LL SHOW YOU LEAVE, YOU LITT- oh, okay. Later, real self. *walks out the door, waving cheerfully*
Real Rinsa: *faints* *notices audience* *unfaints* You can leave now, all. *faints again*
AN: Gods. I FINALLY found the disk this was on. Just thought I'd warn you, but this chapter is completely pointless, and plus, it sucks ass monkies. I'm in a total writing slump. I swear on my life, I will not post another chapter unless I get some ideas, because I. Am. Stuck. Writer's block has me in its throes, and so on, and so forth. Now, PLEEZ, suggest something, because I'm just going to keep on posting the chapters I have written of all my other fics until I get some ideas for this one.
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At 6:35 in the afternoon Rinsa trudged into the kitchen portion of the apartment.
"Good evening, Rinkie!! Got anything planned for what remains of today?" Devi said, unusually cheery as Rinsa poured herself a bowl of cereal.
Rinsa grunted.
Devi slid sideways out of the room, careful not to make any sudden movements and draw attention to herself. Rinsa smiled, still squinting, and starting slowly chewing her shredded wheat.
She left the half-empty bowl of cereal on the counter and headed for the shower.
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About ten minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, clothed in a black tank reading Z?, a black and white-striped shrug, one of her countless pairs of black jeans ripped off below the knee, and yet another pair of black and white-striped socks. Several small blades were tucked into the pockets of her jeans, and both spring-loads were in place. She rubbed the last of the gel into her hair and fastened her earrings. A short while later she was out the door, this time minus any run-ins with Tenna.
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At the library, Rinsa flipped through the musty books sitting on the shelves. She found one she liked, and, pulling it out, went to sit in the comfortable beanbag in the children's corner, making sure there were no adults to notice her.
A few pages into /A History of Swords/, Rinsa became suddenly bored and decided to leave. She replaced the book approximately where she had found it and left the library.
Rinsa closed her eyes, spun around with one finger pointing straight ahead, and, once stopped, opened her eyes and began walking in the direction she pointed to.
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About twenty minutes later she wandered past the newly-built Cafe Le Prick and strolled inside. Rinsa ordered a blackberry tea to go and stepped outside, sipping carefully from the hot styrofoam.
She was in a decidedly good mood today. Humming Ode To Joy, she finished the tea and crumpled the cup, dropping it in a trash can.
She was thinking up reasonable ways to ask Nny out later that night and barely noticed when she bumped into a little boy. Looking down at the scared child, she frowned.
"What's wrong?" she asked kindly, squatting down to his level.
"There's a scary man chasing me!! He's even scarier than the Scary Neighbour Man!!" the little boy squeaked, looking over his shoulder.
Rinsa's eyes narrowed as she noticed a rather chunky man (AN: I really don't feel like waiting till the end of the chapter, so..... This is indeed the man who, once again, tries to rape poor little Squeegee in JtHM #3 or 4, I'm not sure which. Also, I seem to remember him being kind of chunky, but, seeing as I actually own only #1 and have no way of confirming his chunky-or-not-chunkiness as I write this, chunky he shall be. And if, in reality, he isn't, then just ignore the adjectives relating to his build) watching them from behind a corner. She pulled a compact mirror out of a pocket and angled it so the little boy could see the man. "Is that the scary man chasing you?" she asked, her voice turning to a growl.
The young boy nodded frantically, then hid his face in his hands. Rinsa snapped the mirror shut and stood up straight. Slipping the mirror in her pocket, she picked the little boy up. "Come on," she said. "I'm going to teach the scary man a lesson, and you can watch."
As she made her way towards the dumpy man, he noticed her and tried, in vain, to hide himself behind a newspaper he whipped out of a nearby trash can.
Rinsa smiled sardonically, and triggered her right spring-load, shifting the little boy, who was whimpering, to her left hip.
The man realized his guise was not working and began walking very quickly into an alley, eyes wide at the sight of the malicious teenager heading his way.
She cornered him, setting the little boy on the top of a dumpster, and revealed her blade to him. He was clearly frightened, not having expected this when he started trailing the child.
"There's something wrong with people who follow little children they don't know," Rinsa growled, advancing slightly. "Oh, and I forgot to mention, I /hate/ pedophiles."
Five minutes later she scooped the boy up and left the alley, the child- stalker laying unconscious on the filthy ground, bleeding from several shallow, but painful, wounds. (AN: for everyone who has thought at some point that Rinsa will end up being another Johnny, you are /so/ wrong. She teaches people lessons by hurting them and then knocking them unconscious, but refuses to kill anything. Oh, and the whole bringing the pedophile thingie into my ficcie? I was really bored and felt like bringing cute lil' Squee into the story, so pbbbbbt!! *blows raspberry*))
Depositing the small child on a public mailbox, Rinsa wiped her blade on a passing soccer mom(AN: grrr... Death to soccer moms... No offense if you're a soccer mom, but I loathe you with every fiber of my being. I despise you almost as much as I detest preps. Anyway, back to the ficcie...)'s coat, who failed to notice the blotch of red on her sparkling clean white cardigan. She turned back to the little boy and smiled, sheathing the dagger. "What's your name" she asked, hoping he wouldn't be too paralyzed by watching her slice up a sicko.
He was trembling, but he answered her just the same. "My name's Todd, but the Scary Neighbour Man calls me Squee," he quivered, looking up at her with eyes too blue to be true. "You're nice; you didn't kill the scary man. Will you be my friend?" (AN: Squee is most definitely OOC here, as I doubt he would ask a 17-year-old who just sliced a man up, even for his protection, to be his friend. Well, I don't give a shit. And try not to worry about all the Authour's Notes...)
Rinsa broke loose in a genuine smile. "Sure thing, Squee, my man," she said, ruffling his mop of black hair. "I'm Rinsa. Now, where are your par-"
She was interrupted by a black shape barreling past, snatching Squee on its way. Rinsa's eyes snapped wide open, then she dashed after the figure. It led her on for quite a while, then ducked into an alley. Rinsa snatched a twin daggers from her pockets, thinking it was another pervert. Blades at the ready, she leaped into the alley, and-
CLANG!!
A chunk of pipe attached to a set of arms slammed against the wall where her head had been a few fractions of a second before. She whipped around, ready to take on the pipe wielder.
"Rinsa?!!" Nny stood there, jaw dropped slightly, staring at her in disbelief.
Rinsa pocketed the blades, then let out a breath of air. "Phew. God, Nny, I thought you were another creep the way you ran off with poor Squee here."
He blinked. "Same here. Hey, how do you know Squeegee?" he asked, setting down the pipe.
"Rescued him from a pedophile. You?" Rinsa replied, one hand on hip.
"I live next door to him."
At this Rinsa burst out laughing. Nny looked startled. "What's so funny?" he queried, brow furrowed in confusion.
She calmed herself, then began to speak. "Squee was just telling me how the man that had been following him, i.e. the pedophile, was even scarier than the Scary Neighbour Man, who he was obviously terrified of. And there I was, thinking to myself, 'Who the hell is the Scary Neighbour Man?' and the whole time he was talking about you, wasn't he?" she grinned, arms crossed.
Nny looked a little sheepish. "Perhaps..." he murmured.
Rinsa walked over to where Squee, paralyzed at the sight of the Scary Neighbour Man, sat stock still on top of a trash can, and picked him up, balancing him on one hip. "Come on, Nny. If you live next door to him then you know where his house is. Lead the way, and I /just might/ forget to ask you why the hell the poor kid's so scared of you," she stated, shooing Nny on ahead of her.
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They arrived at 779 on a street without a street sign a while later. After ringing the doorbell a few fruitless times, Nny led her around back and gave her a boost up through Squee's bedroom window, which was broken. She set the little boy, who was snoring gently, down on his bed and tucked him in, setting a strange-looking teddy bear in his arms, which he immediately took hold of. She took a step back and smiled at the sleeping figure. Then, she jumped out of the window, landing catlike on the ground in front of Johnny. "Come on," she said, smiling playfully. "You can walk me to the movie theater. I was just about to go see /Revenge of the Deceased Living (AN: yet another Authour's Note!! Whee!! Anyway, this is just to point out a little play on words. Instead of /Revenge of the Living Dead/, like the rather-well-known horror movie, this is /Revenge of the Deceased Living/. Funny, no?)/."
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Dunh dunh DUUUUUNH!! *someone knocks at Rinsa's door*
Who is it?
Voice: Do you really need to ask?
Rinsa: Gasp!! Is it- no, it can't be!! It just /can't/!! Oh, the horror!! Oh, the inhuma- oh, let's skip the shit. *opens the door and story rinsa walks in*
Story Rinsa: Nice job on the story so far!!
Real Rinsa: Thanks!!
Story Rinsa: Oh, yeah!! I just came here to ask you one thing.
Real Rinsa: Yeah?
Story Rinsa: WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO GET TO THE PART WHERE NNY AND ME KISS AGAIN?!! FOR YOUR SAKE, IT HAD BETTER BE SOON!!
Real Rinsa: Eeeeeeeeee!! *runs behind the couch, still screaming* Don't worry, It'll be in the next chapter!! I promise!! And if it isn't, then... *thinks hard* ...then you can carve your name into my flesh!! With painkillers, of course!! Okay?
Story Rinsa: GODSDAMN RIGHT, IT'LL BE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!! BECAUSE IF IT ISN'T, I /WILL/ CARVE MY NAME IN YOUR PAINKILLER/LESS/ FLESH!! AND WILL CONTINUE DOING SO UNTILL YOU SCREAM FOR MERCY!! I MEAN, THAT'S THE ONLY REASON I AGREED TO BE IN THIS STORY, REMEMBER?!! NOW, YOU START TYPING THAT NEXT CHAPTER!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!!!!!!
Real Rinsa: Okay!! Okay!! *whimpers* Just don't hurt me!! Now will you leave?!!
Story Rinsa: LEAVE?!! I'LL SHOW YOU LEAVE, YOU LITT- oh, okay. Later, real self. *walks out the door, waving cheerfully*
Real Rinsa: *faints* *notices audience* *unfaints* You can leave now, all. *faints again*