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I need information, thought Matsuda to himself, while carefully brushing his hair with his Barbie Magic Beach Land hairbrush. He threw the hot pink brush into the sink, a frustrated expression on his face, while slamming both his hands onto the bathroom sink, which caused a tube of toothpaste to crash onto the floor.
"That girl...!" he snarled to himself, gnashing his teeth in frustration. "She has ruined my life. How will I pay for my Lucky Star DVD's without my paycheck? I must get rid of her. Must get rid of her... Must get rid of her... Must get rid of her... Must... must... must... get get get... rid of her. Her. Her." Matsuda, once again, was spacing out, but who cares? "I must go investigate."
And so, he strolled confidently out of his tiny apartment room into the hall, before realizing he was not wearing pants.
Five minutes later, this time with pants on, he walked to the Touto Building. Of course, he couldn't sneak in due to the fact Ryuzaki would probably beat the living crud out of him, but he could always hang out for Rosalyn to come out. And this time around, he was not disappointed.
No one could mistake that flowing hair, that perfect body! Rosalyn rushed out of the front doors of the Touto Building, sobbing unashamedly into her hands. Several passerby stopped and stared, and a few young men instantly were gravitated toward her, seized by an unexpected instinct to comfort this girl. Not Matsuda, however, who stood there as Rosalyn ran straight into his arms (again) and cried and cried. The young men gave Matsuda glares (accompanied by the cracking of knuckles), but they left the two alone.
"Uh, hey," said Matsuda, unsure as of what to do with a perfect girl crying in his arms. On the contrary, he was quite disgusted, because he did not enjoy being cried on, especially with his favorite shirt. Thus, he edged away until Rosalyn managed to regain her composure.
"Oh! Oh, Matsu, Matsu," she cried, once again reaching for his warm, comforting arms, but Matsuda managed to dodge her hideous claws of death (as he rightly imagined). Rosalyn settled for standing there, a foot away from Matsuda, as she sobbed openly: "Oh, Matsu!" Matsuda's eye twitched; he didn't like that hideous nickname at all. "Light and L both proposed to me, but I had to r-reject them b-both..." Then she burst into tears again. Matsuda openly observed how she couldn't stand the pain of others, and grimaced at the dangerous being in front of him, as he certainly couldn't Light nor L proposing to anyone.
"I'm, uh, I'm so sorry." said Matsuda uncertainly, inching away some more as Rosalyn looked up at him, wanting to dash into his masculine, strong, arms.
And Rosalyn, in all her innocent blood, was as clean as snow; but when she looked at Matsuda, she felt something stir deep within her, something that was buried deep in her crystalline heart of perfect crystal. Her heart skipped a perfect beat as she processed Matsuda's messy hair, the shape of his face, his clueless expression - and suddenly, all the love that was still beneath the scars of her tragic past burst open. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she gasped as she realized - I love Matsuda!
However, the only noise she managed to whimper in this sudden, shocking epiphany, was 'Oh.'
"Oh." Rosalyn whispered, clutching her chest and staring awestruck at Matsuda.
Meanwhile, Matsuda was becoming more and more afraid, as Rosalyn suddenly clutched her chest, whispered 'Oh' in a most breathtaking and perfect way, and stared fixedly at Matsuda as if he were her personal Jesus.
"Oh." Rosalyn repeated, tears gathering in her eyes as she realized, finally realized, she had found her one, her only true soul mate. "M-Matsuda... I don't know how to t-tell you this. But I..." Rosalyn took a shuddering breath (perfectly) and willed her perfect courage up. "Matsuda. I... I think I l-love you!" she squeaked, tears now rolling freely down her pristine cheeks of perfection, but alas! they were tears of joy.
"You what?" cried Matsuda, thunderstruck, and leaping back in horror. "You love me! You've known me for less than twenty-four hours! How can you love me? I barely spoke a paragraph to you!" Matsuda was now very, very worried, for he did not enjoy getting scary, perfect girls throwing themselves at him, although deep down in his heart Matsuda always knew he had a secret, smoldering charm for the ladies.
"But... Matsu," whispered Rosalyn. "Can't you see? The moment I saw you, the moment you caught me in your arms..."
"You fell into my arms," muttered Matsu, but Rosalyn appeared not to hear,; so immersed in her fantasy world was she!
She continued, perfectly. "And now... what do I do? Oh, Matsu!" Rosalyn cried, flinging herself into Matsu's arms, who was unable to step away quickly enough from her this time. He glanced around him, hoping the moment would not be caught on film. "There there," he said rather nervously, in a futile attempt to comfort Rosalyn enough for her to release her tight grip on his clothes.
Well, thought Matsuda. If I can use today to discover her weakness, then... then it'll... it'll be worth it! With this thought in mind, Matsuda swallowed bravely.
"Rosalyn," he began formally, and Rosalyn's perfect eyes immediately snapped to his face, her grip on his clothes slackening the slightest bit. Wait no, I need to be... more intimate. Yes. That. He tried again. "Rosie-darling," he whispered, hardly able to believe that such atrocious words were escaping his lips.
"Yes, Matsu?" murmured Rosalyn perfectly, who was delighted that Matsuda had called her Rosie, her perfect face lighting up immediately.
My dignity is a noble sacrifice to get rid of this horrendous monster! thought Matsuda courageously, who was actually pissing his pants at the moment. I... I can do this!
"Uh," said Matsuda awkwardly. "Uh, Rosalyn, so... why don't we go shopping?"
"Oh! Oh, of course, Matsu - Matsu! Is this our first... d-date?" cried Rosalyn, who stuttered the last word and was blushing perfectly (and ferociously). She was a most delicate shade of bright tomato red! But perfect.
"Uhm. Yeah. Date." Matsuda wrung his hands together nervously. "Where would you like to shop?"
"Anywhere with you, Mastu honey pumpkins!" cooed Rosalyn adoringly and perfectly, as she played with Matsuda's tie by tying it and retying it. Matsuda gagged, but passed it off as a cough. "Oh, Matsu. I know we should take this relationship very seriously,." Since when did this become a relationship? thought Matsuda, instantly filled with dread.
"Rosalyn, you're attractive, beautiful, charming, dangerous, enticing, fetching, gorgeous, hawt, irresistable, just a supermodel, kingly, lovely, marvelous, nice, overwhelming, Perfect, queenly, ravishing, sexily stunning, tempting, unearthly, vivacious, winsome, xylophone, yummy, and zesty! But-"
"But what, sugar-creampuff-dear?" cried Rosalyn, now drunk with happiness, her ruby eyes glistening with tears of perfect joy!
"But.. you're so... you're so perfect!"
Matsuda did not know how someone could be xylophone, but Rosalyn did not seem to mind, for she was perfect, and knew exactly how a person could be xylophone. Thus Matsuda decided that whatever he said would have no effect on this girl, and swallowed bravely. Again. "Shall we go, Rosie honey bunches of oats?" Rosalyn nodded most eagerly and linked her arms through his, giving Matsuda an unpleasantly burning sensation where her hand linked with his perfectly.
Matsuda felt the pitter-patter of rain begin to fall, and he could finally get away from this monster. "Rosalyn, it's raining, so let's go some other ti-"
Rosalyn was wearing a raincoat while holding an umbrella, looking at the downpour of rain with tears running down her cheek again.
"How can you be wearing that thick coat!" cried Matsuda from the downpouring rain. "You were wearing skimpy summer clothes only seconds ago!"
"I don't know..." sobbed Rosalyn as she stared depressingly (but perfectly) into the sky. "I... I'm just..." She took a deep gulp of air. "I'm just remembering my past. It's j-just so difficult, you know?"
"You... you control the weather?" said Matsuda incredulously. He made a quick mental note. "I mean, uh... Rosie-dear... it's okay." He cautiously put his arm around the sobbing-yet-perfect girl.
"Oh, Matsu!" cried Rosalyn for the second time that day. "Matsu... you'll never leave me, right? Right?" She started sobbing again into Matsuda's Coat, which didn't seem to mind as much as Matsuda did. In fact, the Coat seemed rather happy to have this perfect girl sobbing into it.
"Yee," said the Coat.
Rosalyn removed her face from the Coat, much to its disappointment, and smiled at Matsuda. "I knew you wouldn't!" She had apparently mistaken the coat for Matsuda. The sky cleared, and the sun shone happily again. The birds sang and the clouds smiled, and warm beams of perfect sunshine came from the sun. Matsuda had a feeling that the very law of physics, if Rosalyn wished, could be broken into a million trillion pieces if she so had wished. This girl is... is... DANGEROUS! Matsu realized thunderously, his eyes widening as he realized this.
"There there," murmured Matsuda. He put his arms gingerly around Rosalyn and steered her into a Starbucks that magically appeared behind him, though it was most likely summoned by Rosalyn unconsciously.
They drank coffee. And more coffee. And more.
"Mm, coffee," said Matsuda. Rosalyn beamed perfectly at him, sipping her coffee perfectly.
"Oh, this is such a romantic date!" she cried, without any trace of sarcasm. Tears of joy made their way down her perfect cheeks. And even though it was a coffee shop without any of those romantic candlelit dinners, it was indeed romantic. Because, you know, Rosalyn's perfect. And she can make any situation romantic, if she wishes it.
And thus, the Starbucks was transformed into some outdoor thing, with fireflies hovering above the table, which was occupied completely with empty coffee cups. Rose petals were scattered all over the ground while suddenly hot and low jazz music boomed softly from a boom box. All the rose bushes out front sprouted roses simultaneously, causing Matsuda to pluck one and hand it to Rosalyn.
"Because of your name, Rosalyn, it reminds me of this rose, although you are far more perfect," said Matsuda huskily, although on the inside his soul was strangling himself on it's noose from the horrendous words escaping his lips.
"Oh," said Rosalyn, tears streaming down her cheeks again as she gently caressed Matsuda's hand perfectly, accepting the rose.
Matsuda couldn't take it anymore, only barely suppressing a shudder. "I... I have to go, Rosie-dear." He stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over the romantic table.
"Matsu-darling," cried Rosalyn, clutching onto the back of his Coat perfectly, her teardrops landing onto the table, which shimmered like diamonds, but more perfect. "Please... I'll... I'll always be here for you," she choked out perfectly. Matsuda turned back, hiding his horrified expression just in time before smiling weakly at Rosalyn. Rosalyn smiled back perfectly, her face expressing all the happiness anyone could ever have if they were perfect.
He slammed the door behind him, drenched in cold sweat. I... I have enough details about this monster! I feel like... almost like a Gryffindor.