sum ver2.-Rain comes to find Domon, and they allow themselves to be brutally honest with each other. This was really sloppy so I fixed the grammar and spelling so hopefully it's a little better.
-About the master's comment: Now might be a good time to remember Domon does *not* take any interest in Rain's professional or personal life. At least not the Domon I write. Thank you for clearing that up, though. I had no idea what the levels for higher learning are in medicine.
Chapter 4.5
Try Honesty
I'm proud to say I didn't slam the front door. I really didn't. Which is quite remarkable, considering what a foul mood I was in.
It was after another one of my marital arts contests. Not that I didn't poorly, in fact it was almost too easy to win. Makes sense, the bearer of the King of Hearts should win. After every competition I'm reminded of the legacy I'm expected to pass on, and then by route my own sensei. It's a vicious cycle and it always leaves me feeling a little homicidal.
But despite my anger, I couldn't slam the door. Rain runs an impromptu hospital on Earth, even though she told me several times she's always dreamed of getting her masters on the colonies, of whatever they called masters in medicine.
It's then I recognize how much Rain's given up for me. We're both stubborn individuals, but Rain followed me in all the decisions. That's why we lived on Earth, underground in the remains of Hong Kong. If it were up to her we'd be going to calls and fancy affairs in Neo-Japan. Gross.
It's obvious we're completely different in everything we do, down to the way we decorate. Rain keeps everything sparkling and pink with lots of lace and frills and 'cute' snapshots of us together. Luckily I managed to save one part of our house. It's an abandoned subway station, and I packed it with every form of training material known to man. Since I usually work out till I pass out I keep a futon down there, too.
That's what I was doing when she found me. No, not sleeping, but trying to knock myself out. This wasn't the first time I'd pushed myself too far, but I guess Rain finally got sick of it. Patient woman she is, it took almost a year and a half of living together to hit her last nerve. We moved in together right after the last Gundam Fight's conclusion.
She slammed the door after I'd been sweating away my problems for perhaps half an hour. The endorphins hadn't quite hit yet, and I was still practically frothing at the mouth over the competition. As I wasn't in the kitchen, Rain knew exactly where to find me and I heard her heavy footsteps getting louder over the zing of my drills. A chill ran up my spine, and I had to resist the elemental urge to hide in the shadows of my dojo/wreck room.
Rain was royally pissed, and I didn't want to be there when the shit hit the fan. Usually when my female partner watched me practice martial arts, she was silent and non-obstructive. This obvious breach of protocol frightened me. Still I ignored the little voice in the back of my head that told me to get the hell out of here and continued my drills.
I was a man; I could take whatever Rain threw at me. Rain finally opened the door to my domain, leaned against the frame and waited.
As I said before, Rain can be incredibly patient. Then again, it's not hard to appear patient in comparison with me. It's a miracle I can wait for the toaster. Angrily I turned around, throwing arrogance I didn't quite feel into my voice.
"What do you want?" Inwardly I winced at the contempt in my voice. I think I really like to dig my own grave. Rain huffed and glared, then brandished a piece of paper. I couldn't stifle a gasp. How could I not recognize me own handwriting painstakingly translating every word?
It had kept me up late at nights, recalling a certain redheaded Frenchman, hoping with all my might for the impossible. That the anonymous letter wasn't just some cruel prank but a letter from the second love of my life. The one who understood me.
"What about it?" I asked, my snotty facade cracking at the edges. Rain hesitated, trying to interpret my gasp. Finally she decided it was recognition. Therefore I knew whom this letter was from and making me guilty of all the crimes Rain could think of.
"Domon . . . who is this from?" That was easy. Why couldn't all her questions be this simple?
"I don't know." Rain growled at me. I felt like some kind of poultry, just waiting to hear that 'swish' and know I was dead.
"What do you mean, you don't know? How could you even have gotten it? And why bother translating it?" That was something I couldn't explain without incriminating myself. Rain recognized what my silence must mean. I could see her come to a decision about my guilt and I heard the 'swish'. It was only a matter of time.
"Domon . . . are you cheating on me?" She whispered. I shook with contained rage, the last struggles of a dead man.
"You know I've never LOOKED at another woman Rain. I could never sleep around, I would never sleep around. . ." I glared at her.
"Don't you trust me?" That did it. Rain was off like a prize stallion at the gunshot.
"I've ALWAYS trusted you! When you go on long trips without telling me, when you ignore me, when you push me around. I've put up with YOU and trusted you, and LOVED you since long before you even knew you loved me back. I watched you push yourself past your limits and DIDN'T SAY A WORD. Because. . . BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" Rain panted with suppressed resentment, with pure *feeling*. The argument appeared to have been a long time coming. I knew everything Rain had said was true, and it hit me real hard. I struggled to find some moral high ground.
There was none.
I wished an easy solution would to present itself, but I knew there was none, knew in the pit of my stomach. I knew that it was my fault Rain was on the verge of tears, but I couldn't change that. My loner personality wasn't something she could change, and I don't want to change it. Still I felt strangely calm. I'd already heard the 'swish' and felt the kiss of steel, now I waited for everything to go black with a blank face.
"I'm sorry, Rain." This seemed to anger Rain even more. That was possibly because I didn't sound at all sorry. It seemed too much effort to put any emotion into my deadpan voice.
"Bullshit, Kasshu. I know you aren't, you know you aren't. Why lie?" I shrugged.
"What do you want me to say?" I asked. Rain did a double take.
"What did you say?" Her voice had a dangerous tilt to it, and I welcomed it. This pointless fighting was getting tiresome.
"Well, you obviously expect me to say something. I haven't a clue what it is. So I'm asking you." I explained no fuss. Rain made a sound of extreme frustration.
"I don't *want* you to say anything but what you decided to say!" She yelled at him. I blinked. That made things difficult. She wanted me to say something, but I was supposed to figure it out all on my own. Nothing presented itself, so I turned back to my punching bag. Rain rushed over and shoved it away from me. Her eyes where narrowed and. . . calculating. That can not be a good sign. Does poultry go to hell?
"Fine! I know what I want you to say! I want you to tell me you love me! And MEAN it, like you did when I was about to die." Rain told him. I tensed. Instinctively I knew this was it, the moment that could make of break the Kasshu marriage. The real climax, when the heart stopped beating. If I said nothing, everything I lived for would be gone, destroyed by my own hands. I opened his mouth.
But if I said something and told Rain I loved her, wouldn't we be right back here in less than a month? With the same argument, the same questions hanging in the air?
Rain and I traditionally had huge silent treatment worthy fights about once a month, over tiny things like picking up the laundry and eating the right foods and shit like that. Never about what was really bothering our happy little family. But it helped relieve stress, so we could go back to make-nice for another month, then it would happen again. And then when I got sick of sleeping on the futon, I could walk up behind Rain, hold her in my arms ad tell her I loved her. And we'd kiss, have great make up sex, and start all over again. I'd noticed with each progressing argument, the topics had hit closer to home, and with each subsequent apology, my reassurances became more hollow, more synthetic. Did I really even mean it any more?
In a flash of sensitivity, I realized just how much I respected Rain. Really respected her. So much that if I didn't really love her, not in the way she needed to be loved, I wanted stop hurting her, with pretend romance. If I didn't really love her, I didn't deserve the angel that was Rain. I shut his mouth, and made no attempt to cuddle her. Damn if that wasn't one of the hardest things I'd ever done in my life.
Maybe, hopefully, I really did love her enough. But I was fed up with ruining her chances at true happiness in fulfilling her dreams for my own selfish purposes. For Rain's sake, she should, no; she deserved to get a clean break from me, without any emotional attachments weighting her down.
Change of POV
Of course, afterwards they fought and screamed and yelled and generally bitched at each other, but neither would remember what about in the morning. Everything gained a gray hew, and so the next morning when Domon scrambled out of his futon and when in search of his morning toast, he wasn't surprised to find the Queen bed uninhabited. The formalities were all covered through secure email. Domon eventually got his own account back, his freedom and much later his drive for life. Time passed, and he settled back into his old routines. He even started to enjoy it. All and all, about six years later he could honestly tell you he cared about Rain, but he was glad they were separated. His wounds had long ago scabbed over and eventually healed. Next time he saw her he hoped to catch up on the news.
Domon was perfectly content, slightly more mature, and totally oblivious to the fact Rain had wanted to tell him something earlier that night. Which was unfortunate, because it was one of those skeletons that don't say locked up in the closet. It was the type of secret that hoped out and bit you in the ass, or at least kicked you in the shins.
A/n- (wipes brow) Whew. That chapter was quite the bugger. It took me far to long, and I finally finished it, hours after I was supposed to get to bed. And I get to get up early. Anywho, if you don't understand something, or it doesn't make a lick of sense, just remember I finished this way to late and wrote it over the course of two months, at least. So I don't remember what any of it says. Thanks for reading this far!
And if you remember what I said about Domon and Rain being like Romeo and Juliet, I was referring to the fact they married in a *bout of passion*. When I say that I don't mean they suddenly looked at each other found the other person incredibly attractive and wanted to marry them. I mean Domon looked at Rain after the series and said "What now?" and Rain figured they should get married. Isn't that what people who love each other do? Did you ever stop to ponder how long Romeo and Juliet would have stayed married, if they both hadn't committed suicide? Food for thought. If you don't think so, don't hurt me. I can't help what my muses tell me.
^^ and to all those flamer out there, you know who you are. I don't. Thank goodness, of I would make strange faces at you and say such things as "Nawh nayh nayh!" and "I fart in your general direction!". And most importantly, give you my own personalized greeting in the form of the one-fingered salute.
To all your readers: Aishiteru! I love you all, very much. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading this far, and please *ignore* the above chapter and just assume Domon and Rain separated and Rain never told him.. whatever she was going to tell him.
-Koori
-About the master's comment: Now might be a good time to remember Domon does *not* take any interest in Rain's professional or personal life. At least not the Domon I write. Thank you for clearing that up, though. I had no idea what the levels for higher learning are in medicine.
Chapter 4.5
Try Honesty
I'm proud to say I didn't slam the front door. I really didn't. Which is quite remarkable, considering what a foul mood I was in.
It was after another one of my marital arts contests. Not that I didn't poorly, in fact it was almost too easy to win. Makes sense, the bearer of the King of Hearts should win. After every competition I'm reminded of the legacy I'm expected to pass on, and then by route my own sensei. It's a vicious cycle and it always leaves me feeling a little homicidal.
But despite my anger, I couldn't slam the door. Rain runs an impromptu hospital on Earth, even though she told me several times she's always dreamed of getting her masters on the colonies, of whatever they called masters in medicine.
It's then I recognize how much Rain's given up for me. We're both stubborn individuals, but Rain followed me in all the decisions. That's why we lived on Earth, underground in the remains of Hong Kong. If it were up to her we'd be going to calls and fancy affairs in Neo-Japan. Gross.
It's obvious we're completely different in everything we do, down to the way we decorate. Rain keeps everything sparkling and pink with lots of lace and frills and 'cute' snapshots of us together. Luckily I managed to save one part of our house. It's an abandoned subway station, and I packed it with every form of training material known to man. Since I usually work out till I pass out I keep a futon down there, too.
That's what I was doing when she found me. No, not sleeping, but trying to knock myself out. This wasn't the first time I'd pushed myself too far, but I guess Rain finally got sick of it. Patient woman she is, it took almost a year and a half of living together to hit her last nerve. We moved in together right after the last Gundam Fight's conclusion.
She slammed the door after I'd been sweating away my problems for perhaps half an hour. The endorphins hadn't quite hit yet, and I was still practically frothing at the mouth over the competition. As I wasn't in the kitchen, Rain knew exactly where to find me and I heard her heavy footsteps getting louder over the zing of my drills. A chill ran up my spine, and I had to resist the elemental urge to hide in the shadows of my dojo/wreck room.
Rain was royally pissed, and I didn't want to be there when the shit hit the fan. Usually when my female partner watched me practice martial arts, she was silent and non-obstructive. This obvious breach of protocol frightened me. Still I ignored the little voice in the back of my head that told me to get the hell out of here and continued my drills.
I was a man; I could take whatever Rain threw at me. Rain finally opened the door to my domain, leaned against the frame and waited.
As I said before, Rain can be incredibly patient. Then again, it's not hard to appear patient in comparison with me. It's a miracle I can wait for the toaster. Angrily I turned around, throwing arrogance I didn't quite feel into my voice.
"What do you want?" Inwardly I winced at the contempt in my voice. I think I really like to dig my own grave. Rain huffed and glared, then brandished a piece of paper. I couldn't stifle a gasp. How could I not recognize me own handwriting painstakingly translating every word?
It had kept me up late at nights, recalling a certain redheaded Frenchman, hoping with all my might for the impossible. That the anonymous letter wasn't just some cruel prank but a letter from the second love of my life. The one who understood me.
"What about it?" I asked, my snotty facade cracking at the edges. Rain hesitated, trying to interpret my gasp. Finally she decided it was recognition. Therefore I knew whom this letter was from and making me guilty of all the crimes Rain could think of.
"Domon . . . who is this from?" That was easy. Why couldn't all her questions be this simple?
"I don't know." Rain growled at me. I felt like some kind of poultry, just waiting to hear that 'swish' and know I was dead.
"What do you mean, you don't know? How could you even have gotten it? And why bother translating it?" That was something I couldn't explain without incriminating myself. Rain recognized what my silence must mean. I could see her come to a decision about my guilt and I heard the 'swish'. It was only a matter of time.
"Domon . . . are you cheating on me?" She whispered. I shook with contained rage, the last struggles of a dead man.
"You know I've never LOOKED at another woman Rain. I could never sleep around, I would never sleep around. . ." I glared at her.
"Don't you trust me?" That did it. Rain was off like a prize stallion at the gunshot.
"I've ALWAYS trusted you! When you go on long trips without telling me, when you ignore me, when you push me around. I've put up with YOU and trusted you, and LOVED you since long before you even knew you loved me back. I watched you push yourself past your limits and DIDN'T SAY A WORD. Because. . . BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" Rain panted with suppressed resentment, with pure *feeling*. The argument appeared to have been a long time coming. I knew everything Rain had said was true, and it hit me real hard. I struggled to find some moral high ground.
There was none.
I wished an easy solution would to present itself, but I knew there was none, knew in the pit of my stomach. I knew that it was my fault Rain was on the verge of tears, but I couldn't change that. My loner personality wasn't something she could change, and I don't want to change it. Still I felt strangely calm. I'd already heard the 'swish' and felt the kiss of steel, now I waited for everything to go black with a blank face.
"I'm sorry, Rain." This seemed to anger Rain even more. That was possibly because I didn't sound at all sorry. It seemed too much effort to put any emotion into my deadpan voice.
"Bullshit, Kasshu. I know you aren't, you know you aren't. Why lie?" I shrugged.
"What do you want me to say?" I asked. Rain did a double take.
"What did you say?" Her voice had a dangerous tilt to it, and I welcomed it. This pointless fighting was getting tiresome.
"Well, you obviously expect me to say something. I haven't a clue what it is. So I'm asking you." I explained no fuss. Rain made a sound of extreme frustration.
"I don't *want* you to say anything but what you decided to say!" She yelled at him. I blinked. That made things difficult. She wanted me to say something, but I was supposed to figure it out all on my own. Nothing presented itself, so I turned back to my punching bag. Rain rushed over and shoved it away from me. Her eyes where narrowed and. . . calculating. That can not be a good sign. Does poultry go to hell?
"Fine! I know what I want you to say! I want you to tell me you love me! And MEAN it, like you did when I was about to die." Rain told him. I tensed. Instinctively I knew this was it, the moment that could make of break the Kasshu marriage. The real climax, when the heart stopped beating. If I said nothing, everything I lived for would be gone, destroyed by my own hands. I opened his mouth.
But if I said something and told Rain I loved her, wouldn't we be right back here in less than a month? With the same argument, the same questions hanging in the air?
Rain and I traditionally had huge silent treatment worthy fights about once a month, over tiny things like picking up the laundry and eating the right foods and shit like that. Never about what was really bothering our happy little family. But it helped relieve stress, so we could go back to make-nice for another month, then it would happen again. And then when I got sick of sleeping on the futon, I could walk up behind Rain, hold her in my arms ad tell her I loved her. And we'd kiss, have great make up sex, and start all over again. I'd noticed with each progressing argument, the topics had hit closer to home, and with each subsequent apology, my reassurances became more hollow, more synthetic. Did I really even mean it any more?
In a flash of sensitivity, I realized just how much I respected Rain. Really respected her. So much that if I didn't really love her, not in the way she needed to be loved, I wanted stop hurting her, with pretend romance. If I didn't really love her, I didn't deserve the angel that was Rain. I shut his mouth, and made no attempt to cuddle her. Damn if that wasn't one of the hardest things I'd ever done in my life.
Maybe, hopefully, I really did love her enough. But I was fed up with ruining her chances at true happiness in fulfilling her dreams for my own selfish purposes. For Rain's sake, she should, no; she deserved to get a clean break from me, without any emotional attachments weighting her down.
Change of POV
Of course, afterwards they fought and screamed and yelled and generally bitched at each other, but neither would remember what about in the morning. Everything gained a gray hew, and so the next morning when Domon scrambled out of his futon and when in search of his morning toast, he wasn't surprised to find the Queen bed uninhabited. The formalities were all covered through secure email. Domon eventually got his own account back, his freedom and much later his drive for life. Time passed, and he settled back into his old routines. He even started to enjoy it. All and all, about six years later he could honestly tell you he cared about Rain, but he was glad they were separated. His wounds had long ago scabbed over and eventually healed. Next time he saw her he hoped to catch up on the news.
Domon was perfectly content, slightly more mature, and totally oblivious to the fact Rain had wanted to tell him something earlier that night. Which was unfortunate, because it was one of those skeletons that don't say locked up in the closet. It was the type of secret that hoped out and bit you in the ass, or at least kicked you in the shins.
A/n- (wipes brow) Whew. That chapter was quite the bugger. It took me far to long, and I finally finished it, hours after I was supposed to get to bed. And I get to get up early. Anywho, if you don't understand something, or it doesn't make a lick of sense, just remember I finished this way to late and wrote it over the course of two months, at least. So I don't remember what any of it says. Thanks for reading this far!
And if you remember what I said about Domon and Rain being like Romeo and Juliet, I was referring to the fact they married in a *bout of passion*. When I say that I don't mean they suddenly looked at each other found the other person incredibly attractive and wanted to marry them. I mean Domon looked at Rain after the series and said "What now?" and Rain figured they should get married. Isn't that what people who love each other do? Did you ever stop to ponder how long Romeo and Juliet would have stayed married, if they both hadn't committed suicide? Food for thought. If you don't think so, don't hurt me. I can't help what my muses tell me.
^^ and to all those flamer out there, you know who you are. I don't. Thank goodness, of I would make strange faces at you and say such things as "Nawh nayh nayh!" and "I fart in your general direction!". And most importantly, give you my own personalized greeting in the form of the one-fingered salute.
To all your readers: Aishiteru! I love you all, very much. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading this far, and please *ignore* the above chapter and just assume Domon and Rain separated and Rain never told him.. whatever she was going to tell him.
-Koori