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This chapter hadn't been beta-ed yet. I apologize for my usual mistakes (I might have eaten some words or/and letters … some lost 's). I wish you pleasant reading.
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To break is all I know
Chapter 19: Birthday, tango and … training?
"God, he can be so infuriating! Grrrr! I hate him when he acts so cool, calm like he's some kind of mature grownup. He even gave me advices … he … a snow white midget dared to give me, Kurosaki Karin, advices in soccer matters. I have played soccer since being born. I even played soccer in my mom's belly … okay, the last part might have been exaggerated, but I'm still much better at soccer than he'll ever be in a million years.
Okay … I'll start from the beginning.
We, as in me and the gang (the 4 freaky guys hanging around me like leeches) decided to have a match against a local team. No big deal & nothing to worry about, except that the all mighty and all knowing Shinigami Captain Toshiro Smartass thought it would be educational to teach me some tricks before the collision.
Yep … he even said he will share some of his past experiences with me in order to make me, how did he say again … Yes! Stronger. Can you believe it? Like I AM NOT STRONG enough already. I beat up at least a dozen of middle scholars with my bare hands and didn't cringe for a moment. I've put in hospital 3 men that tried to attack my sister and collected their teeth from the asphalt, hoping that I'll complete my collection one day (sounds like a sadist, right?)
The best part has yet to come. I have told him about this stuff, about banging people like punching bags, and he said that soccer is about skill not about beating somebody till they cannot stay on vertical. It really took a lot of self control not to show him there and then how much I love to beat disobedient white haired brats …
The worst part is that he is partially, I repeat, partially right. It doesn't mean I'll ever lose my appetite for kicking his ass, but … dunno … maybe someday we'll get to some kind of agreement … maybe.
There is a positive side: I cannot find anyone worse than him even if I try."
Kurosaki Karin's diary
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The next morning …
"Samaki …" whispered Karin, poking her bedmate's face with the index finger "Are you still there?"
The man gave a loud snore, before shoving her away and proceeding to turn on the other side. He had been very tired after the previous night's events, but what really took its toll on him was Karin's constant presence beside him throughout the whole ordeal. Even the slightest movement Karin made during the sleep was the perfect reminder for his position. It was like a permanent turn on.
"Train me!" yelled Karin in his ear, shaking away the last remains of sleepiness.
Aizen suddenly remembered where he was and with who.
"No" he responded apathetically.
"Why?"
"Because."
Karin jumped from the bed, grabbed the mattress and pulled it from his grasp. Searching in vain for the cover and also being ungratefully welcomed by the cold air of a bright morning, Aizen was forced to give up his original plan of ignoring the little pest. He eyed her angrily, observing with surprise that she was smirking at him. What was spread over her face couldn't really be catalogued as a smirk, since it resembled the innocent smile of a child, who happed to be more ironic than the majority.
"You're one crazy woman" he said while stretching his back.
The abused back gave a low crack. Aizen really hoped it wasn't a broken rib or other overexploited part of his fake body. He was neither in the mood nor in the situation to afford a new gigai and creating another one from scratch took time and materials, which he didn't have in his possession.
"And you're a freak show" came the girl's reply.
"I won't change my mind, Karin"
"Insufferable bastard"
And they continued to argue … like they always did.
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Aizen said no the first 100 times Karin asked to be initiated in the complicated, yet catchy, arts of fighting. Of course she insisted, but he refused vehemently, prolonging his response for 3 more days. It took a total time of 3 hours to change his mind and even after those, he wasn't sure he'll keep his promise to train her. She had asked only for physical training, so it was no danger in discovering his true identity or level of reiatsu. Due to the enormous amount of pleads and an equally massive amount of threats, Aizen had been forced to accept. It really took a lot of convincing on Karin's part, but it seemed to work in the end.
So they had decided to have the first session after the Christmas party.
Yeah, the soccer team had been invited, which was more like obliged, to attend to a party thrown in the honor of the approaching snowy season. It was, as the team's coach proclaimed in a baritone voice, a tradition nobody broke in 100 years. Of course Aizen and Karin shared a look that said something like 'I doubt the school existed 100 years ago', but nobody noticed.
Also the city seemed to approve, being completely covered in shiny Christmas bells and artificial trees adorned by unstylish pink tinsels. People swarming like excited beetles didn't help in enlightening the situation, but at least they didn't annoy Karin as much as pink did. She also tried to ignore the fact that it was only 9th of December, not freaking Christmas yet, so no motive to sing Jingle Bells at the corner of the street and throw artificial snow in the air like it was some kind of newly discovered fashion.
That's how the morning of 10th of December welcomed the irritated black haired Kurosaki twin.
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"Good morning my shiny flower" sang Kurosaki Isshin, waving his hand desperately above his raven head like she was miles away waiting for a signal.
"Good 'orning" mumbled Karin in the pillow, missing the accent on m.
One moment passed in which the father trooped around the room performing the usual morning ritual of being a pest for the twins, but something was at amiss and Karin felt it in the air. Suddenly the girl popped the heavy eyelids lingering like covers over her tired vision and stared, with the corner of the eye, at her father. He was indeed acting like he always did, goofing around, playing with Yuzu's hair, singing stupid pirate songs, except …
"What was that good morning?" snarled Karin from under the scraggy quilt, after she had discovered the source of her distress "Where is the usual violent, head kicking good morning?"
The man whirled on his heels 180 degrees at high speed and barely had enough time to protect his face from being posted on the wall as the second deceased family member. It was a miracle that he stopped in time or Karin would have had a hard time collecting the body parts later. Then he turned towards her, abandoning the acrobatics for later when he would be in larger room, and kneeled beside her bed with both his hands pointing at the sky in a desperate plea for … something.
"It was my love to youuuuuuuuuuu" sang the father happily, grinning like an idiot at the motionless ceiling.
"It's his birthday, Karin" said Ichigo quietly from the doorway.
"Karin, kiss your handsome daddy" interjected the father, popping beside her on the bed, before she could comprehend the fact that her brother had indeed addressed her directly.
She was about to give him a well-deserved foot in the mouth when the real meaning of Ichigo's words sank in her conscience. It was the man's birthday and no matter how hard it hurt to admit, it was supposed to be a day in which everybody acted nice towards him, without expecting something in return. The girl gave a desperate sigh, noticing the bouncing father and being very, as in very, close to act upon her first intention, but she kept it bottled up inside.
"Okay" she agreed, kissing his cheek rapidly, hoping it would be enough till next year, but she was wrong.
"Now jump on my bosom and show your love by …" began Isshin, before being rudely interrupted by a perilous punch in the face which resulted in a dizzy, black eyed father.
He tumbled on the floor like a rock and remained there unconscious, fuming from the friction made between him and the parquet. Only momentary moans of pain proved he was still alive and breathing, but even those were so rare that Karin had doubts regarding her father's status. Ichigo who was leaning against the door frame shook his head and smiled at Karin. It was almost like he encouraged her to cultivate the violent nature that described her so well. As a response she mirrored his smile, putting a little more sarcasm in it than necessary.
"Let's not exaggerate" she smirked at Ichigo, but intended to address the words to Isshin.
If it was some type of indirect addressing, Ichigo wasn't sure, but at least his sister was acting normal around him and nothing could beat that. He displayed a serene smile and rushed them at the dinner table, where Yuzu was arranging the plates carefully around a bowl of fruits. Karin was very tempted to scold her sister and her Orihime-ish choice of food, fruits and milk with cereals, but her stomach growled loudly, breaking her concentration. If she was enriched with a diarrhea after breakfast, Yuzu was in for the scolding of her life.
The breakfast had been quite, as quite as can be with an annoying father humming happy birthday to me every 10 seconds. After 10 minutes he stopped due to a couple of punches delivered consecutively by the black haired girl and proceeded with the matutinal ingesting like nothing had happened.
Ichigo had eaten in silence, ignoring Yuzu's ramble about school and probably thinking about some of his Shinigami problems. Rukia, who seemed to appear out of nowhere over the night and into their home, was sunk into deep thoughts as well. This was sustained by her lack of reaction to Isshin's daring question about her being pregnant with his future grandson. The same thing could have been said for Ichigo.
Karin threw an inexpressive look at Renji who was salivating like a dog from the other side of the window. She wasn't sure if he was salivating at Rukia's food, or at Rukia herself. At least she didn't notice the red pineapple head's stare, or he would have acquired a free ride to the moon and back.
The day continued in the same monotonous way, stretching Karin's patience to the limit. She attended classes, soccer practice and computer science lab, she fought with Ichigo on the phone about some notorious issue he was dwelling upon … and then the night came and with the night … the Christmas party.
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The party … They had forced her to wear a dress. A dress of all things. A spaghetti dress … short, tight and girly … and yellow. Yellow as in the bright color of the sun, shining above everyone, blessing them with its warmness … yes that sun, yellow sun. And over these flaws was one which topped all of them summed in one … a low-cut V neck staring her dead in the eye. Or more like daring her to be stared upon, by hungry, hormonal bastards called men.
With the mood of a typhoon in action, Karin stepped out of the bus, while the passengers stared after her in awe, being interested especially in her strange footing. It took 10 minutes to get to the designated place, but just being there proved to be the worst challenge ever, because, as she appeared, a horde of boys, who happened to be her soccer teammates, attacked her with questions and compliments regarding her looks. She was far from being the queen of the party, but she did look better than usual.
"Captain, I didn't know you had brea…" began Tony, being immediately interrupted by a subtle kick in the groins, which was not so subtle since the whole team began to laugh at his misfortune "You look beautiful …" he added rubbing the injured organ.
After a short talk, which involved sharing banal pleasantries, the group scattered in the crowed like Captain Kuchiki's Senbonzakura, probably seeking for a dance female partner, while Aizen was left alone with Karin. They set in an uncomfortable silence, both searching synchronously for a distraction. Aizen decided to occupy his time by frowning at any man that dared to eye, leer or just look at Karin's cleavage. On the other hand Karin took a seat and began to study the room. It was the first time she had the opportunity to just scan the surroundings and the aspect of the guests. This strategy proved to be a good avocation and soon Karin was too lost in her thoughts to hear the music playing methodically in the background.
"Yellow looks bad on you" stated the man with a tone that suggested the utmost boredom.
Karin could only agree with him on both aspects (being browned off and yellow not deserving to be her cloth's color). Yet he must have preceded any limit of boredom if he was sinking as low as making small talk about a trivial subject as clothes, remarked the girl. A small smile of content flowered on her lips at the accomplishment of finding out that Aizen had indeed a normal part in him, not only the horrifying monstrosity he was putting forward every day. Maybe monstrosity was a little far from truth.
"Tell me about it. Can you imagine being stuck in a tight yellow dress?" she answered reticently.
"No"
Suddenly the foreign hand of an unknown boy grabbed hers, rushing the dizzy girl to the place where everybody was dancing. Aizen reacted instantaneously hitching Karin back in his arms. The boy turned around, noticing the disappearance of his partner, but when he saw her squashed against Aizen's chest, plus the killer glare the tall man was sending his way, he gave up and threw back a rushed "Sorry man. Didn't know she was taken"
And that's how they got into the worst predicament ever: being stuck with each other in the middle of couples dancing on the passionate rhythm of a tango. A couple frowned at them and another one told them to stop standing in the middle of the ring like two scarecrows. They got into a dance position looking expectedly at each other. Aizen kind of guessed she had some problems with any artistic subject, so he dared to ask.
"Do you have any idea how to dance on a tango?" he crouched over her, in order to avoid contact with a dancer's inexperienced hand flying too close for his liking.
With his left eye, Aizen caught a flash that resembled a man's body colliding with a support pillar, but didn't have time to dwell on it as the soft voice of his companion reached him.
"No" whispered Karin against the shell of his ear, without noticing the slight shudder crossing through the man's body immediately after "Do you?"
"Yes. Let me lead and we'll be fine"
She was about to agree, when the Kurosaki trait kicked in.
"When hell will freeze and my father will act normal"
"Now is not the time to be stubborn Kurosaki." Sniffed Aizen annoyed at her antics.
Karin swallowed her own words and accepted the situation as it was. Still stiff and unmovable, the girl shifted her body to the right following her partner's confident steps.
She was curious to know from where did this whole confidence came from. He was always being utterly impossible, stupid, retarded, aggravating, ego-centered, yet priggish and self-conceited like he was the center of the earth. Looking up at his imposing stature and gallant body language, Karin wondered what the reasons behind her deep feelings for him were. He was everything she despised at a boy, woman or person in general and yet she cared for him more then she ever did for a stranger.
Being distracted by the inner dialogue, Karin didn't notice her body's twitch and the foot pulsating under the sole of her shoe. Only when the smooth voice belonging to her partner attacked her ear did she bother to get out of the self induced dream state.
"Argh! You stomped on my foot Karin" interjected Aizen wearing his eyebrows in a tight knot above his maroon perky eyes "I have told you to let me lead the dance."
"I did let you lead the dance, so stop blaming me for your incompetence" tried Karin to confront him, not sounding too convinced by her words.
"No you didn't, or my foot won't hurt this bad"
"I … can't dance" she babbled, muffling the sound by stuffing her face in his white shirt.
"What did you say?" ask the man, hoping that his hearing was malfunctioning.
The girl suddenly grabbed his ear and made him bow till it reached her level. Only when she was sure nobody could hear them, with her tone dropping a few decibels, Karin hissed unpleasantly directly in his unprotected ear.
"I cannot dance even if you put a gun at my head and threaten to shoot me. It's impossible."
Aizne checked her expression for a visible sign of untruthfulness, but finding nothing that could point in the direction of a lie, he sighed and began to give a set of instruction; instructions which seemed peculiar and exaggerated from Karin's point of view.
"Put one of your legs between mine"
Karin's eyes widened in desperation.
"What?"
"Apart from being dance-less are you deft as well"
She didn't comment, shaking a little from the coldness spreading down her spine. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, she complied.
"Now relax your back. You're as rigid as a concrete wall." Commanded Aizen with a tone of steel.
However Karin encountered some difficulties in listening to his last order. Not that she would ever confess she had actually respected something said by a prick like Aizen, but she had two big problems that apparently weren't present at her dance partner. One was that her dress had decided to shift upwards, but this was Aizen's fault as well since his leg provoked the movement and the second was the friction between his pants and her legs. She really wanted to kill the bastard for …
"Relax Kurosaki" he whispered again.
'It's really hard with your leg between mine, genius' screamed Karin in her inner self.
'She isn't scared of me, but she's terrified by a simple dance. Kurosakis are definitely a different species of humans.' thought Aizen,misinterpreting her embarrassment and missing the redness of her cheeks.
Pushing away the hormones, Karin listened to his advices. Her body became like water in his skilful hands and soon the sensation of rigidness disappeared along with the crimson color decorating her face.
While Karin followed his steps, Aizen glared down at the top of the girl's head. He couldn't see her face and that awakened a feeling of uncertainty in his mind, but being so close was proving to be a pleasant experience indeed. Only then he noticed her little stature in comparison to his tall one. Moreover his gigai was made to be smaller than his actual height, so she was even smaller if reported to his spiritual body. She was almost as small as Hinamori, noticed Aizen, maybe a little smaller in height, but harbored the same frail constitution.
Her left hand barely reached the back of his head, but was resting on his right shoulder since it seemed to be more comfortable for her.
Meanwhile Karin was waiting for the song to end. It was the only opportunity to escape from the natural trap created by the whirling dancers, so she could go to a chair and surrender to the inviting break.
Finally the song ended, yet her hand didn't unclasp from his shoulder and her feet didn't stop from moving. He didn't seem to care either, as the next song began to play slowly like a soporific lullaby. Why didn't she just snap out of his grasp? He wasn't even forcing her to dance. As Aizen adjusted his hold on her thin waist, Karin suddenly realized the reason behind her unhealthy hesitation: she was feeling unusually safe in Aizen's arms. A feeling she hadn't felt in a long time, since Toshiro maybe, and even with him it was a portion of her that said he won't be able to protect her from everything.
However she had never truly been in Toshiro's arms, at least not as intimate as she had been with Aizen. And being picked out of the harm's way didn't register as actually being held in his arms. Even so it was peaceful to be with the white haired Captain, but couldn't compare with the strong feeling of protectiveness Aizen's presence gave her. Almost like nothing could reach her; no Hollow, no Shinigami, nothing.
'Wait a second' forcefully stopped Karin the dangerous trail of thoughts 'It's stupid to liken Samaki, who is just a human being like me, with Toshiro who is a Shinigami Captain. Yet right now I feel … untouchable'
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The next morning, after a long, hot, steamy bath, Karin joined her family at the dinner table, while drying her hair. Unlike the previous morning, it was silence and Karin noticed irritably that her father was nowhere in sight. Feeling too good to inquire Ichigo about Isshin's location and not being in the mood to talk with anyone either, Karin bit down a muffin and drank her usual cocoa sweetened milk without saying anything at all.
After what seemed like the grooviest breakfast shared by the Kurosaki siblings, plus Rukia, Ichigo disappeared in his room, followed closely by his Shinigami friend.
While Yuzu had a teenage drama episode, complaining that her brother wasn't talking to them anymore and that he was estranged to the family, Karin threw a couple of clothes on her, not bothering to match their colors. Then she listened some more to Yuzu's ramblings, which at some point became illogical. When it reached the top of boringness and Karin felt like she couldn't bear another word, she excused herself for not being able to comfort her since her presence was required elsewhere.
"But it's freezing out there, Karin" echoed Yuzu from the kitchen, from where the sweet aroma of chocolate enveloped Karin's nostrils.
"Don't worry Yuzu. I'll be fine. It's just a little walk into the park, nothing dangerous" she answered rapidly, seeking a way out before the thought of turning around and devouring the chocolate stash on a month could enter her mind.
"At least take your waistcoat, or you'll get a cold wearing that thin flannel"
She dashed outside while tying the belt of her raven waistcoat, thanking Yuzu for taking care of her heath, since she wasn't the type to give a damn for things like that anyway.
It didn't take much to arrive at their meeting place. There she spotted the rock planted deeply into the ground and took a seat, waiting for her improvised sensei. While the clock kept on ticking, Karin counted every second, hoping it will erase the boredom which had begun to install in her system. One, two, three … and so on, until the soft steps of a man broke her concentration. She looked at the tall frame belonging to her friend and stated smugly.
"You look good in white … it matches your eyes"
Aizne felt the bitter taste of irony, but could only hope it won't turn into the sharp blade of sarcasm. His wish had been granted from a divinity above as Karin didn't linger on the subject anymore. She just threw another funny reply before focusing her attention on him and him alone.
"So … can we start?"
As a response Aizen lunched an attack, rushing in like someone who wanted to end it quickly. Too bad Karin wasn't the type to let go of victory so easily.
She ducked under his arm expertly, aiming for a classic kick in the shins, knowing it's the weakest link in a human's body. She may have given the impression of impulsivity and recklessness when being involved in a fight, but it was only a façade she preferred to show for the young public. Deep down Karin had a profound understanding of fighting and could almost say she possessed a fast, able mind. There were times, like the last fight she had with the 4 gang members, when rushing in was bound only to hurt more than give an effective outcome, so Karin had been forced to learn fast the rules of the street, just like her brother had done before her.
Yet, with all the studying, thinking and mental crap in the world, Karin still had a hard time anticipating Aizen's moves. At first she was barely given the possibility to avoid a punch, but her trajectory remained unchanged. However, moving forward with the plan of hitting him in the shin created an opening in her defense and Aizen exploited it at maximum. First he swept her feet from under her and then, in a swift movement, nudged her in the ribs, breaking her already shabby balance.
The force threw her on the ground, but Karin didn't give up the chance of taking him down with her. Full of resolve, the girl blocked a foot-kick which intended to hit her stomach and knock her unconscious instantaneously. With a reiatsu infused force, which she didn't even notice she had used, Karin pushed his foot away, forcing him to stumble forward. From here, her job was easy since Aizen had lost his equilibrium completely. She only had to grab his shirt and yank him towards her to finish the task of taking him down, literally.
"If I go down, you go down with me" she barked nervously as Aizen clashed with the ground.
But, unexpectedly, the man didn't seem to be shocked or even slightly disturbed by her threats. Instead of panicking like someone else might have done in his place, he displayed a confident smile and rolled over her just when she was preparing to rise from her disadvantageous position, but as Aizen had predicted, this left Karin with her whole right flank wide opened to attacks.
"If I had had a knife you would have been dead." Stated Aizen from his top position, smirking down at her.
Usually Karin would have snapped at him, but this time he was right and as much as it hurt to admit, he was more prepared for combat than her. She had no idea that this came from a multitude of secular experiences hidden under his belt, but it wasn't like she could ever find out anyway.
Trying to hide her embarrassment, the girl shifted her attention elsewhere. Like the trees, which were coincidently stripped bare of their beautiful leaves, like the trunk, that was unbelievably dark and gloomy, like the … she didn't find any other point of attraction. Apparently Karin was trying to avoid eye contact with her friend's beautiful face.
A tiny part of her was screaming after the usual harassment he put forward around her, the always personal space invasion she hated so much. Even in that moment when he was dominating her from above, he didn't initiate any contact with her body although it would have been easier than hanging over her in a delicate equilibrium … and wasn't making any perverted move on her either. Almost like he had listened to her desire and transformed back into a dear friend.
Then why didn't she like it …
"I've always thought you were the type to act before thinking" said Aizen as Karin swapped on him again.
"Did you?" came the automatic question.
Maybe it was just her imagination running wild after a strenuous sparring session, but the atmosphere around them had gotten really hot in a matter of seconds. Karin could only wonder why.
Her eyes rested on his intense gaze, then slipped downwards reaching his plump lips. One moment just one moment she was tempted to … obey her instinct. An instinct that told her she had a man that wanted her, an instinct which screamed of her attraction towards him, even if she would never admit it out loud, and an instinct which dared her to act before she could lose him like she did with Toshiro. The fear of falling again had been in vain since relapsing was her specialty, but there were mistakes she didn't want to repeat no matter the consequences. That's why Kurosaki Karin promised she won't back down from what she intended to do even if it was doomed to end … badly.
"You were not wrong, Samaki"
He was about to ask what she meant, when … something happened that not even Aizen could have guessed in a million years.
She grabbed him by his jacket's collar, yanking him back onto her until their lips collided in a lustful kiss. It was soft and gentle, in total contradiction with their last forced one, yet held a sensual desire for more. This was emphasized by Karin's silent moan that came uninvited from somewhere deep down her throat, vibrating against the palm attached to her neck.
Aizen tried to understand what was she thinking, but, as always, her reasoning was behind his level of understanding. Yet he kept his eyes opened, studying every reaction moving over her face, amazed at how fast it changed from annoyance to pure bliss.
He pulled away slowly, talking a little time to gaze into her blurry orbs, clearly pleased with what he saw there, only to attack a moment later with more passion than before. One of his hands tangled in silky tresses while his mouth worked miracles onto her inexperienced one. This time he closed his eyelids, savoring the sweet sensation for as long as it lasted. Lips slipped against each other in a voluptuous motion of love and nothing seemed to matter anymore for either of them.
After a couple of minutes, which seemed like seconds for them, Aizen strained his arm's muscles, detaching his chest from her front, but kept his lips close enough to touch hers. He even brushed them slightly against her swollen mouth, tasting her delicious aroma. What could Karin do … what could she say in those moments without sounding like a brainless idiot, with an intended pleonasm.
"Are you trying to tease me?" asked Karin huskily, tugging harder onto the collar of his shirt without earning any visible result, except a barely noticeable pupil dilatation.
"Maybe" his answer came in a calm, smooth voice; very calm.
"You're a narciss…"
The next kiss came unexpectedly, slamming against her swollen lips unmercifully, just like Aizen's weight dropping onto her with so much force that the girl lost her breath for a couple of seconds, only to regain it afterwards. She responded eagerly, not forgetting to add a little "bastard" between kisses.
'I win Kurosaki Ichigo; this time you have no chance.' Thought Aizen, while tightening the hold on her raven hair and enveloping her mouth in a hungry kiss. His ego burst with pride when her small hands encircled his neck pressing onto his shoulder blades in order to feel his whole being against her heated body. Some things were just worth getting addicted to and Kurosaki Karin happened to be one of them.
Just like him, Karin had a little inner monologue, which turned into a one sided debate, but it ended with her total surrender before the feelings going through the core of her being.
'He's dangerous, but damn it all, because danger has never tasted better'
Electricity poured through veins, poisoning their minds, clouding their judgment and just making them lose control over rationality in that minute of brainless passion. Karin knew that there, on the concrete earth, two people were beginning something none was sure will end well, but she also knew love was just too worthy of her praising. Was it really love, or something closer to lust?
But when two deep brown eyes gazed into her dark ones, she instantly knew the answer … it was definitely a blessing from heavens above ... or maybe a curse.
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Yeah … well … this is one interesting training, isn't it? *smirk* I'm not good at writing kisses & trainings :( This was rushed … usually I would have stayed at the dance portion for one chapter, but I guess that it was finally time for the couple to become an item. Kind of short, but school ain't letting me go anytime soon. It's like a possessive husband sometimes, I swear.
As an explanation for this chapter's action I can give you one. Did you ever regret not telling someone what you feel, fearing you'll get rejected? And then found out that he/she had loved you back, but was too shy to say it. I know it happed to me … twice! So I've decided to make Karin a little smarter (or dumber)
I know you're losing your patience with Toshiro's return, but wait just a little longer … not too much, I promise. The worst part is that … I hope I won't disappoint you when writing that tidbit. Also I think that with the next chapter (or maybe two) I finish the first part (arc) of my story.
I've just realized that I am in the same zodiac sign as Isshin. No wonder I love him so much.
I don't have siblings, even if I would have liked to, but I do have a cat and a dog that serve as my little sisters *running to play with them*