Karin (Anime) Fic: A Discriminating Palate Third Meal - Lunch
Title: A Discriminating Palate (or Five Times Ren DIDN'T bite Maki and One Time He DID)
Chapter: 3 - Lunch
Fandom: Karin (anime)
Characters: Ren + Maki
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: He fantasizes about her in the bath, when he's lying in his coffin, when he's drinking from another source. And that's what pisses him off about the situation the most.
A Discriminating Palate
or Five Times Ren DIDN'T Bite Maki and One Time He DID
Third Meal: Lunch
by Kysra
Here are the current items on his plate when he realizes he's not only in trouble but well and truly fucked: vampires are still forced to hide (unjustly) from chattel humans, his stupid little sister is quite obviously falling in love (inexplicably) with that equally oblivious meat bag Usui, his other stupid little sister is aiding his first stupid little sister in the above mentioned ill-conceived coupling despite his intense and out-spoken disapproval, he's hungry and horny (as singularly uncomfortable condition), and Grandma Elda is awake and has taken his favorite jacket hostage.
Considering all of this, Ren is Pissed. Off. And unsure if seeking out company (even his usual playmates) is the best of ideas. He's all about self-gratification but not at the expense of the secrets he must keep; and he is nothing if not aware of his limitations. To seek human company now would almost surely devolve into something messy and damaging to his reputation in both the vampire world and without.
So, he runs along the deserted suburban streets instead of searching out the dark recesses of the redlight district as he usually would. He has missed breakfast due to his parents' call to help deal with the newest problem fate has strapped the family with Elda . . . , he shudders, and he doubts he'll be able to last very long without lunch. He knows he needs to calm down and think of how to proceed - solve as many problems as he can with as little effort as possible; and soon enough, he feels Elda's presence retreat behind and settles himself within the cloaking branches and leaves of a nearby tree.
There is a building a few feet away, just a stark gray wall rising toward the night sky, and he reads the painted lettering across the partition where first and second floors meet, immediately recognizes the name and just as immediately wants to jam a wooden stake through his own head. (He doesn't know if it will kill him - no hunter has been that creative, historically speaking, but it just might cure him of the thoughts now tightening his loins and thumping around in his chest). It's the Maki- girl's bookstore/house. And the only reason he knows it, recognizes it, doesn't want to leave despite knowing it would be the intelligent thing to do is because he snooped the information from Karin's new collection of cookbooks.
And THAT is another problem entirely which has its own goddamn file cabinet in his head with folders and indexes and subcategories just kill me now, please because this girl is taking over his life and he hates it, hates her, hates this burning desire for her that has him calling her stupid human name and seeing her stupid human eyes and wanting wanting wanting so bad it hurts sometimes her blood, free of stress, free of tension, free of everything accept her. Even when he's fucking and sucking someone else.
For goodness sake, it's not like he even knows her all that well or gives a shit enough to learn. She's just a human, just a kid, just a girl, just a day dweller, a blood bag, a meal, a fuck toy, Karin's friend, nothing nothing nothing, so why the hell won't little Ren give him some fucking peace for once!?
He grits his teeth tightly enough that a fang cuts into his lip and the sting reminds him that he needs to calm down not rile himself up; but there is a window to his right that is clean and clear and dark but not dark enough and some intuition, the scent he sometimes catches when Karin brushes past before he goes out, tells him that the Maki-girl is there and all he needs to do is transport himself into that room, into that bed, and he'll be rid of her ghost. All I need is a taste . . .
But he won't take that chance, he knows as soon as the thought crosses his mind into his blood down to his tool. It's not like that time with that Usui kid's mother when all he could think about was chewing on the woman's neck and screwing her within an inch of her sanity and he didn't give a shit about who she was or what she meant to whom. That would have been a betrayal against the boy whom Ren doesn't approve of or care for and hates. THIS . . . this would be a betrayal directly against his sister, and that's something he simply can't risk. It's bad enough he already knows he's going to lose Karin. He's not going to be the instrument of that loss.
Still . . . He moves, jumping from one branch to another closer to the window and peers in. Her bed is just there, wedged just under the window and the moonlight seems to caress her the way he wants to. She's lying there, peaceful and smiling in sleep as easily as she does when awake, her body sprawled, hair spread, and covers kicked off. She's wearing a little tank and short set that makes his tongue dry and stomach roll and eyes narrow and darken. The shirt has ridden up enough that there is a teasing view of the underside of one breast and his teeth ache to nibble, lick the salt upon her skin. He breathes deeply through the pang of hunger, the way the sight of her heats his blood without effort.
She's just a kid and somehow just the sight of her arouses him more than any of his usual (older, more developed, vapid, ignorant, cheap, selfish) conquests. It's disturbing, the way she has become a focus, the way she has shattered what he believed to be his type. At least, he could feel the stress writhing inside Usui's mother's veins. The Maki-girl seems well-adjusted and happy in comparison - love life troubles notwithstanding. The most he's read from her is that string of hopeful longing, that pull of barely-there but growing desperation that had stained her smile and body language when last he spoke to her at the ice cream parlor weeks ago.
And yet, he still thinks about her daily, still pictures that smile and those eyes, those breasts and hips and legs. He fantasizes about her in the bath, when he's lying in his coffin, when he's drinking from another source. And that's what pisses him off about the situation the most. It's not his blood's affinity driving this obsession (and, indeed, he knows he's obsessed - he's even contemplated manipulating Karin into inviting the girl to another sleepover just so he could have easy access to her body/blood/whatever the hell it was that attracted him so strongly). All he knows is that as he watches her absently scratch at her pale, flat, succulent stomach in her sleep, he wonders - with real heat and intent - how it would feel to have her on her knees and take her from behind, her perky little breasts fitted to his hands, complete and total body contact, her welcoming body wet and tight around him, her head against his shoulder, his teeth cutting into that lovely, lovely neck.
DAMN IT! Ok, he thinks (frantic for a solution because there's only one way to deal with this), this kid, this little girl is his sister's friend which means he should think of her as a sister as well. She's young and sweet and cute, fucking pretty and . . . . stop it, Ren. Stop it RIGHT NOW. And even though he sees her roll over toward the window, her lips forming muttered nonsense (Ano . . . don step . . . on th'rab't . . goes squeek . .), and she's so human (she'll grow old and die after living a mundane life with some slob of a human husband with a passel of human brats) . . . he knows it's a useless venture to try and convince himself that he could even try to think of her as something other than an object of desire. He's never wanted to fuck his sisters' brains out and taking the blood of another vampire (even an un-vampire) is patently unappetizing.
But he would never intentionally hurt one of his sisters . . . and he's starting to realize, he never really wants to hurt her either. Drink from her, yes. Sink into her hot body, yes. Hurt her, no. And that's what he would end up doing if he seduces her without thinking this through first. His other human playmates have no other connection to him and his family other than those he has formed to survive upon and entertain himself. With the Maki-girl, it will be a bit more tangled, intricate, sensitive.
Contemplative, he bites along his right index finger, watching her sleep, counting her breaths, imagining how her hair would feel sifting between his hands. It's not his blood affinity, he knows that. He knows that. And it frightens him a little. He doesn't want to be like his dumbass freak of an un-vampire sister, charmed by some stupid, temporary human. He doesn't want to feel anything but contempt for this girl, his sister's best friend who is mortal and young and stupid and represents the world taking his sister away from their family.
He runs an agitated hand through his hair, feeling the tightness in his gut, the unfulfilled heavy ache between his legs. He doesn't like being in limbo like this, hates the uncertainty and seeming impossibility of everything that this girl has unknowingly led him to. For cripes sake, she told him to his face that she has a thing for a classmate and that said classmate has a thing for Karin (he still doesn't understand that messed up situation at all - that Maki-girl has it all: brains, personality, and a body that would make a monk weep while Karin only has that huge rack going for her). But that isn't stopping him from being somewhat glad that idiot Mr. W hasn't taken notice of the girl because . . .
(Ren startles a bit when the stark truth hits him suddenly between the eyes and he allows himself to fall gracefully to the ground, staring up at that unobscured window and holding her image,)
. . . It doesn't matter if she's human or young or his sister's friend or will grow old and die with a fucking human husband and a bunch of stupid human children or that she's taking his sister from him or that she has a thing for a classmate who sounds like he's got his head stuck up his ass . . . It doesn't fucking matter, none of it because in his head, in his heart, he's already claimed her as his.
And thar you have it. Ren is officially FUCKED. (I love doing that to my leading men XD)
- Kysra
Chapter: 3 - Lunch
Fandom: Karin (anime)
Characters: Ren + Maki
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: He fantasizes about her in the bath, when he's lying in his coffin, when he's drinking from another source. And that's what pisses him off about the situation the most.
A Discriminating Palate
or Five Times Ren DIDN'T Bite Maki and One Time He DID
Third Meal: Lunch
by Kysra
Here are the current items on his plate when he realizes he's not only in trouble but well and truly fucked: vampires are still forced to hide (unjustly) from chattel humans, his stupid little sister is quite obviously falling in love (inexplicably) with that equally oblivious meat bag Usui, his other stupid little sister is aiding his first stupid little sister in the above mentioned ill-conceived coupling despite his intense and out-spoken disapproval, he's hungry and horny (as singularly uncomfortable condition), and Grandma Elda is awake and has taken his favorite jacket hostage.
Considering all of this, Ren is Pissed. Off. And unsure if seeking out company (even his usual playmates) is the best of ideas. He's all about self-gratification but not at the expense of the secrets he must keep; and he is nothing if not aware of his limitations. To seek human company now would almost surely devolve into something messy and damaging to his reputation in both the vampire world and without.
So, he runs along the deserted suburban streets instead of searching out the dark recesses of the redlight district as he usually would. He has missed breakfast due to his parents' call to help deal with the newest problem fate has strapped the family with Elda . . . , he shudders, and he doubts he'll be able to last very long without lunch. He knows he needs to calm down and think of how to proceed - solve as many problems as he can with as little effort as possible; and soon enough, he feels Elda's presence retreat behind and settles himself within the cloaking branches and leaves of a nearby tree.
There is a building a few feet away, just a stark gray wall rising toward the night sky, and he reads the painted lettering across the partition where first and second floors meet, immediately recognizes the name and just as immediately wants to jam a wooden stake through his own head. (He doesn't know if it will kill him - no hunter has been that creative, historically speaking, but it just might cure him of the thoughts now tightening his loins and thumping around in his chest). It's the Maki- girl's bookstore/house. And the only reason he knows it, recognizes it, doesn't want to leave despite knowing it would be the intelligent thing to do is because he snooped the information from Karin's new collection of cookbooks.
And THAT is another problem entirely which has its own goddamn file cabinet in his head with folders and indexes and subcategories just kill me now, please because this girl is taking over his life and he hates it, hates her, hates this burning desire for her that has him calling her stupid human name and seeing her stupid human eyes and wanting wanting wanting so bad it hurts sometimes her blood, free of stress, free of tension, free of everything accept her. Even when he's fucking and sucking someone else.
For goodness sake, it's not like he even knows her all that well or gives a shit enough to learn. She's just a human, just a kid, just a girl, just a day dweller, a blood bag, a meal, a fuck toy, Karin's friend, nothing nothing nothing, so why the hell won't little Ren give him some fucking peace for once!?
He grits his teeth tightly enough that a fang cuts into his lip and the sting reminds him that he needs to calm down not rile himself up; but there is a window to his right that is clean and clear and dark but not dark enough and some intuition, the scent he sometimes catches when Karin brushes past before he goes out, tells him that the Maki-girl is there and all he needs to do is transport himself into that room, into that bed, and he'll be rid of her ghost. All I need is a taste . . .
But he won't take that chance, he knows as soon as the thought crosses his mind into his blood down to his tool. It's not like that time with that Usui kid's mother when all he could think about was chewing on the woman's neck and screwing her within an inch of her sanity and he didn't give a shit about who she was or what she meant to whom. That would have been a betrayal against the boy whom Ren doesn't approve of or care for and hates. THIS . . . this would be a betrayal directly against his sister, and that's something he simply can't risk. It's bad enough he already knows he's going to lose Karin. He's not going to be the instrument of that loss.
Still . . . He moves, jumping from one branch to another closer to the window and peers in. Her bed is just there, wedged just under the window and the moonlight seems to caress her the way he wants to. She's lying there, peaceful and smiling in sleep as easily as she does when awake, her body sprawled, hair spread, and covers kicked off. She's wearing a little tank and short set that makes his tongue dry and stomach roll and eyes narrow and darken. The shirt has ridden up enough that there is a teasing view of the underside of one breast and his teeth ache to nibble, lick the salt upon her skin. He breathes deeply through the pang of hunger, the way the sight of her heats his blood without effort.
She's just a kid and somehow just the sight of her arouses him more than any of his usual (older, more developed, vapid, ignorant, cheap, selfish) conquests. It's disturbing, the way she has become a focus, the way she has shattered what he believed to be his type. At least, he could feel the stress writhing inside Usui's mother's veins. The Maki-girl seems well-adjusted and happy in comparison - love life troubles notwithstanding. The most he's read from her is that string of hopeful longing, that pull of barely-there but growing desperation that had stained her smile and body language when last he spoke to her at the ice cream parlor weeks ago.
And yet, he still thinks about her daily, still pictures that smile and those eyes, those breasts and hips and legs. He fantasizes about her in the bath, when he's lying in his coffin, when he's drinking from another source. And that's what pisses him off about the situation the most. It's not his blood's affinity driving this obsession (and, indeed, he knows he's obsessed - he's even contemplated manipulating Karin into inviting the girl to another sleepover just so he could have easy access to her body/blood/whatever the hell it was that attracted him so strongly). All he knows is that as he watches her absently scratch at her pale, flat, succulent stomach in her sleep, he wonders - with real heat and intent - how it would feel to have her on her knees and take her from behind, her perky little breasts fitted to his hands, complete and total body contact, her welcoming body wet and tight around him, her head against his shoulder, his teeth cutting into that lovely, lovely neck.
DAMN IT! Ok, he thinks (frantic for a solution because there's only one way to deal with this), this kid, this little girl is his sister's friend which means he should think of her as a sister as well. She's young and sweet and cute, fucking pretty and . . . . stop it, Ren. Stop it RIGHT NOW. And even though he sees her roll over toward the window, her lips forming muttered nonsense (Ano . . . don step . . . on th'rab't . . goes squeek . .), and she's so human (she'll grow old and die after living a mundane life with some slob of a human husband with a passel of human brats) . . . he knows it's a useless venture to try and convince himself that he could even try to think of her as something other than an object of desire. He's never wanted to fuck his sisters' brains out and taking the blood of another vampire (even an un-vampire) is patently unappetizing.
But he would never intentionally hurt one of his sisters . . . and he's starting to realize, he never really wants to hurt her either. Drink from her, yes. Sink into her hot body, yes. Hurt her, no. And that's what he would end up doing if he seduces her without thinking this through first. His other human playmates have no other connection to him and his family other than those he has formed to survive upon and entertain himself. With the Maki-girl, it will be a bit more tangled, intricate, sensitive.
Contemplative, he bites along his right index finger, watching her sleep, counting her breaths, imagining how her hair would feel sifting between his hands. It's not his blood affinity, he knows that. He knows that. And it frightens him a little. He doesn't want to be like his dumbass freak of an un-vampire sister, charmed by some stupid, temporary human. He doesn't want to feel anything but contempt for this girl, his sister's best friend who is mortal and young and stupid and represents the world taking his sister away from their family.
He runs an agitated hand through his hair, feeling the tightness in his gut, the unfulfilled heavy ache between his legs. He doesn't like being in limbo like this, hates the uncertainty and seeming impossibility of everything that this girl has unknowingly led him to. For cripes sake, she told him to his face that she has a thing for a classmate and that said classmate has a thing for Karin (he still doesn't understand that messed up situation at all - that Maki-girl has it all: brains, personality, and a body that would make a monk weep while Karin only has that huge rack going for her). But that isn't stopping him from being somewhat glad that idiot Mr. W hasn't taken notice of the girl because . . .
(Ren startles a bit when the stark truth hits him suddenly between the eyes and he allows himself to fall gracefully to the ground, staring up at that unobscured window and holding her image,)
. . . It doesn't matter if she's human or young or his sister's friend or will grow old and die with a fucking human husband and a bunch of stupid human children or that she's taking his sister from him or that she has a thing for a classmate who sounds like he's got his head stuck up his ass . . . It doesn't fucking matter, none of it because in his head, in his heart, he's already claimed her as his.
And thar you have it. Ren is officially FUCKED. (I love doing that to my leading men XD)
- Kysra