Title: 101 Bowls of Chicken Soup
Author/Artist: Ichiro (nappo_knight )
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Annabelle Lee/Rina Sato, Roan Riba, Saito Yuki, Johan McDowell, Ichiro Yamada, etc
Summary: Nothing beats chicken soup. Not unless you've been handed one hundred and one of them, that is.
He wouldn’t tell him that. He doesn’t have the heart to. But as he continued to stare at his back, he couldn’t help but think at how contented he was.
“Are you all right? You’ve been staring for too long…”
Although Johan would never know it, Saito was happy that he could spend every moment of his life with him.
“Hey, it’s almost your big day! What would you like for your birthday, big boy?”
“Eh, but it’s your birthday! There must be something that—“
“I only want your smile, and nothing else.”
Rina stared at the bouquet of red roses, then at the person who shoved it in front of her face.
“U-uh, flowers for the beautiful!” stammered Ichiro, his face red as he kept a steady hold on the bouquet. Rina smiled and took the flowers from him.
“Thanks, it was very thoughtful of you.”
Ichiro flushed and returned the smile.
“Do you love me?”
Rina frowned. “No.”
“Well, I love you with a~ll my heart!”
“Shut up and tell the truth, bastard.”
“How about this?”
Rina rolled her eyes, obviously peeved, and raised the black, ruffled one piece swimsuit.
“We’re going to the beach, Ichiro. This is what you’re going to wear, and IT’S FINAL.”
“Man, this is creepy,” Riba said, munching on popcorn as he watched the movie The Day After Tomorrow. “Hey, Rina, if this happened to us, what would you think or do?”
Rina stared at the brunette, her expression blank and deadpanned.
“I wish your ass gets caught in a tornado.”
Riba sat down on the chair, a solemn look on his face. His head shot up when he heard footsteps approach. “Rina! It’s you.”
“You’re awfully quiet, Riba. What’s up your ass?”
“Huh, something’s up my—“
“Idiot, I didn’t mean it that way! It was supposed to be a figure of speech!”
“Oh, right. Anyway, Rina, how much per—“
Rina snorted. “You getting some tonight is roughly zero percent.”
“Huh, wha—wait, Rina, come back!”
“You’re like glass, Johan.”
The redhead shot his boss a weird look. “What?”
“I said you’re like glass.”
Johan was amused, so he did hand signs which indicated that Rina should continue.
“And why is that?”
“Because you’re really pretty and you sparkle. But then I realized that you’re easy to break, and that if I stepped on the shards, it would really fucking hurt.”
“I don’t get where this is going.”
“So do I, now get out of my face before I hurl this wine glass at you.” Rina declared as she finished her remaining swig. Johan did the right choice and quickly fled.
“Oh, oh, that’s it! Go inside, inside! Ooh! Yes!”
Riba did a cheer. He was keeping himself busy.
“Oh! Go on, hurry back to the mound—“
Riba stared at the squished ant hill. He blinked.
“Get a real fucking hobby, Riba,” Rina cackled.
He stared at the limestone in front of him, his body unmoving and cold. He blinked back the tears as he read the name engraved…
“…Ichiro? Is that you? How come you didn’t go to the funeral—oomph!“
He lunged, and tackled Rina in a hug. Rina looked at him, her eyes wide, as she returned the gesture. Ichiro cried, and at this point, Rina couldn’t care less if the boy was bawling his eyes out, or the fact that he was wetting her front.
“I-I couldn’t! I didn’t want to see Roan’s body b-being buried!”
She didn’t care because she had felt exactly the same way.
“U-ugh!” was Riba’s pained cry. “Y-you bitch, you just…!”
Rina shrugged in response, her face laced with boredom.
“Sorry, I just felt like shattering your dreams of having children.”
“You didn’t have to do that to my crotch, you freaking bitch!”
“Say, do I appear in your dreams?”
“No. You don’t.”
“You don’t appear in them, because my dream isn’t from my sleep. In reality, you are my dream.”
“Damn, I’m so hot today!”
“Yeah, so will your crotch once I set it on fire.”
“Once upon a time, there was a boy named Rian Roba. Not much is known about him, except for the fact that he’s ugly beyond repair. Oh, and he’s also a hobo.”
“Okay, go to sleep, I already told you a story.” Rina yawned, stood up from the bed and walked out of the room.
“Um, Roan, if it’s okay, then I—“
“YOU HAVE A STORY. YES. THANK YOU, ICHIRO.”
“Ah…Roan, please get off me.”
“Hey, let’s do cosplay sometime. I’ll be—“
“I’d be Light Yagami, and you’d be Misa Amane!” Rina huffed, as she crossed her arms, a smirk flitted through her face.
“Yeah, BOW DOWN TO YOUR GOD, BITCH.”