Otowa Madoka ♪ GetBackers ♪ F/MtheheartofmusicJuly 22 2011, 05:15:03 UTC
[Madoka had woken on the wrong side of the bed, so to speak. The blind violinist was bothered by a periodic beeping sound from her bed table, and it had roused her from her sleep.]
[She had no idea what it meant, and considering that she couldn't see the flashing LED numbers on the countdown, was unaware that her life was at stake. However, something told her about the urgency of the situation, and she hurried about to find someone who could tell her what was going on.]
Hello? Is anyone there? [She'd poked her head out of the hotel room to try to deduce what was going on.]
[Roland was snarling as he stalked down the corridor, yanking at and generally struggling with the metal collar around his throat. He'd long since shredded the accompanying note, but that didn't make him any happier about the situation.]
What kind of sick pervert cooks up something like this?!
[Then he hears a familiar voice calling out, and sees Madoka leaning out of her room and looking in his general direction.He's about to ask about her situation when he remembers she can;t see him and his voice is at a considerably more abrasive pitch than the last time they met.]
[Angry as he is, Roland's already braced and the hug doesn't knock him over, and fortunately he's in simple clothes again. Madoka might have found that painful if he'd been left his armor with the collar.]
No, not really right now.
[Her collar is a different design, so maybe it's function is different. Well, that's the assumption he's going to use; getting carried away is one thing, being forced is quite another.]
Was there anything in your room when you woke up like this? A clock or something?
[She could feel the anger radiating from him, and she frowned with concern, her hand going to the collar around her own neck.]
What's the matter?
[Her hand went up to his throat, and her sightless eyes widened. She didn't know what the collar meant, but she could tell that it was trouble.]
Yes, I believe there was something beeping . . . I couldn't tell what it was.
[She was worried, and she took his hand, tugging him along.]
Would it be alright if you took a look? [By her bed was also a note saying the same thing--when the clock ran out, she would die if she didn't have sex.]
[Roland actually felt a bit guilty that she'd had to feel his face like that. It had to be frightening for her to feel his expression all in hard lines and not know why. The feeling went hand-in-hand in relief when she pulled him along, however - the last thing he wanted was for his mood to scare her off when she might need help.]
Gladly. Let me see... Yeah, it's a clock, counting down with a bit over two hours on it. And a note.
[He picks up the offending piece of paper and snarls again under his breath before speaking more evenly.]
I'll spare you the flowery justification, but it says... it says your collar with fatally poison you if you don't have sex before the timer reaches zero. [he sighs] I would not make something like this up. I can read you the whole note if you'd like.
[Madoka wasn't one to be easily frightened, though she was not immune to it. She was anxious, however, to feel that he was angry--she didn't want him to be angry.]
[She listened in silence as he explained, her face becoming blank, solemn.]
I trust you, Mr. Roland.
[Madoka clasped her hands on her lap. She was worried--but not for herself.]
You have this collar as well? That's horrible . . .
[She was alarmed by his state, and without thinking, she reached over and drew an arm around his shoulders, then the other, hugging him close to her. She pressed her head to his shoulder, her stomach knotted with worry.]
Oh, Mr. Roland . . .
[Madoka knew what they had to do, but she didn't want to force him. Now that the flower was gone from her hair, she was a little more cautious.]
Do you . . . want me to help? [Her cheeks flared, and she bit down on her lip. She wasn't thinking of herself at all.]
[He's touched by how selfless she is, worry first about how aggravated he was and about his well-being. She barely even hesitated to offer herself, and seemed worried about offending him. Not that he'd had much experience, but that even struck him as slightly backwards.]
[He put an arm back around her and sighed. Her expression was cute, but this was serious.]
I... I would appreciate that, don't get me wrong, but we don't know each other very well. I know other people here; is there someone I could help you you find that you'd be more comfortable with?
...You don't have to call me 'Mister', though. I think we're past that.
[She wouldn't have forgiven herself if she found that he'd been killed by the collar, and she bit her lip.]
I am very comfortable with you, Mr.--Roland. [She paused, a glimmer of a smile flitting across her face as she tried to omit the honorific.] I . . . I feel at ease when I am with you.
[Which was true. There was something about his quiet amiability that told her he would protect her. She wanted to do the same.]
We'll always have time to talk and to get to know each other more after all of this . . .
[It was much the same with him; as much as it offended his sense of decency, he couldn't refuse on those grounds and leave her to either be taken advantage of, or possibly die alone and almost helpless (true, Madoka was anything but, but his mind still worked a certain way).]
No, I... would like to, Madoka. I'm just still inexperienced with all this, and I don't want you to do anything just because you think you have to.
[beat]
Okay, that was a dumb choice of words. We do have to. But I wanted to make sure that you were comfortable.
[And he does feel an impulse to protect her - she's that much more vulnerable than the other women in his life, and doesn't like the thought of anything happening to his new friend.]
[Madoka understood that because of her disability, a part of her would always have to rely on those stronger than her to help her on her way. But at the same time, she was a strong woman when it came to her will, and she wanted to help those that she cared about in whatever way that she could. She also considered Roland a friend now, and knew what she had to do--not just out of duty, but because she wanted to.]
[She nodded, giving him a gentle smile.]
Yes. I am comfortable with you. I may not be very experienced either, but . . . [She blushed.] I am certain we can get by!
[A faint laugh, and she embraced him tighter, pressing close so that she could kiss his cheek gently.]
[Be that as it may, Roland has already been impressed by how well she deals with the world around her. She's certainly challenging his misconceptions.]
Mmm, well, last time didn't go so badly... [he blushes a bit himself, it went without saying something must have been in the air for the then-and-there nature of what they did.] And this time we're somewhere more comfortable.
[He returns the kiss, just as gently, on her lips.]
[She blushed as well, laughing softly to herself with a little bit of embarrassment and a good amount of plain and simple joy as she remembered the last time. It wasn't bad at all!]
[Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her mouth, the scent and feel of him now familiar to her. Her hands tangled in his silver blue hair, her body pressing a little closer to his. It was easy to slip into a comfortable mindset with him--she knew he wouldn't ever hurt her.]
[Her hands caressed his face, and all of her pent-up emotions crashed out--relief, happiness, protectiveness, all coalescing in her kiss as she kissed him warmly, passionately. Her lips were soft and warm.]
[She would find his expression much softer this time as he relaxed. Now that they had each other, two hours was plenty of time. Thoroughly no need to rush.]
[He felt the emotion in the kiss, meeting it with his own as his hands settles on her waist. There was a special sort of release that came with the first kiss after a stressful moment like that, something worth dragging the kiss out for.]
[She had no idea what it meant, and considering that she couldn't see the flashing LED numbers on the countdown, was unaware that her life was at stake. However, something told her about the urgency of the situation, and she hurried about to find someone who could tell her what was going on.]
Hello? Is anyone there? [She'd poked her head out of the hotel room to try to deduce what was going on.]
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What kind of sick pervert cooks up something like this?!
[Then he hears a familiar voice calling out, and sees Madoka leaning out of her room and looking in his general direction.He's about to ask about her situation when he remembers she can;t see him and his voice is at a considerably more abrasive pitch than the last time they met.]
I'm here, Madoka. It's Roland.
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Mr. Roland, is everything alright?
[Her brow was furrowed in worry, and she reached up to touch his face, to see his expression.]
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No, not really right now.
[Her collar is a different design, so maybe it's function is different. Well, that's the assumption he's going to use; getting carried away is one thing, being forced is quite another.]
Was there anything in your room when you woke up like this? A clock or something?
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What's the matter?
[Her hand went up to his throat, and her sightless eyes widened. She didn't know what the collar meant, but she could tell that it was trouble.]
Yes, I believe there was something beeping . . . I couldn't tell what it was.
[She was worried, and she took his hand, tugging him along.]
Would it be alright if you took a look? [By her bed was also a note saying the same thing--when the clock ran out, she would die if she didn't have sex.]
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Gladly. Let me see... Yeah, it's a clock, counting down with a bit over two hours on it. And a note.
[He picks up the offending piece of paper and snarls again under his breath before speaking more evenly.]
I'll spare you the flowery justification, but it says... it says your collar with fatally poison you if you don't have sex before the timer reaches zero. [he sighs] I would not make something like this up. I can read you the whole note if you'd like.
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[She listened in silence as he explained, her face becoming blank, solemn.]
I trust you, Mr. Roland.
[Madoka clasped her hands on her lap. She was worried--but not for herself.]
You have this collar as well? That's horrible . . .
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[He sat on the side of the bed, holding his head for a moment]
I don't like this one bit. Whoever thought it up has a really sick mind.
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Oh, Mr. Roland . . .
[Madoka knew what they had to do, but she didn't want to force him. Now that the flower was gone from her hair, she was a little more cautious.]
Do you . . . want me to help? [Her cheeks flared, and she bit down on her lip. She wasn't thinking of herself at all.]
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[He put an arm back around her and sighed. Her expression was cute, but this was serious.]
I... I would appreciate that, don't get me wrong, but we don't know each other very well. I know other people here; is there someone I could help you you find that you'd be more comfortable with?
...You don't have to call me 'Mister', though. I think we're past that.
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I am very comfortable with you, Mr.--Roland. [She paused, a glimmer of a smile flitting across her face as she tried to omit the honorific.] I . . . I feel at ease when I am with you.
[Which was true. There was something about his quiet amiability that told her he would protect her. She wanted to do the same.]
We'll always have time to talk and to get to know each other more after all of this . . .
If you'd rather not, though, I understand . . .
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No, I... would like to, Madoka. I'm just still inexperienced with all this, and I don't want you to do anything just because you think you have to.
[beat]
Okay, that was a dumb choice of words. We do have to. But I wanted to make sure that you were comfortable.
[And he does feel an impulse to protect her - she's that much more vulnerable than the other women in his life, and doesn't like the thought of anything happening to his new friend.]
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[She nodded, giving him a gentle smile.]
Yes. I am comfortable with you. I may not be very experienced either, but . . . [She blushed.] I am certain we can get by!
[A faint laugh, and she embraced him tighter, pressing close so that she could kiss his cheek gently.]
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Mmm, well, last time didn't go so badly... [he blushes a bit himself, it went without saying something must have been in the air for the then-and-there nature of what they did.] And this time we're somewhere more comfortable.
[He returns the kiss, just as gently, on her lips.]
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[Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her mouth, the scent and feel of him now familiar to her. Her hands tangled in his silver blue hair, her body pressing a little closer to his. It was easy to slip into a comfortable mindset with him--she knew he wouldn't ever hurt her.]
[Her hands caressed his face, and all of her pent-up emotions crashed out--relief, happiness, protectiveness, all coalescing in her kiss as she kissed him warmly, passionately. Her lips were soft and warm.]
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[He felt the emotion in the kiss, meeting it with his own as his hands settles on her waist. There was a special sort of release that came with the first kiss after a stressful moment like that, something worth dragging the kiss out for.]
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