tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; September 19 (what might have been day)
Rating; PG?
Characters; Rangiku, Sands and possibly Veronica (later if she wants ^^)
Summary; Sands keeps finding Rangiku in the oddest places and circumstances.
Log;

Rangiku’s barely visible under the foliage of a large flowering bush. All that can seen of her is a pair of ice blue eyes peering out from behind the large, dark green leaves. She’s spent her day hiding out in the garden, moving from one spot to another to keep from being found. Unlike normal, she's thin; too thin, and has the look of a woman used one time too many. Her eyes are dull, her hair hanging in lank strands around her dirty face.

Every noise makes her tense up, ready to move away, but she told him she’d be here. She's sure he'll look. If he can find her, she's willing to do as he asks, no matter what it might be.

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Rangiku doesn't make Sands a good person (though he tells people she does). The only reason he doesn't hurt her is because she'll go away if he does. Also she can kick his ass up and down the city. Having the woman so weak and unable to keep him from being bad, when he's back to his full self, is a risk.
It takes him three hours to find her. For some reason he can't remember what the city looks like. Just what direction things are as if he's never been here but studied a map. Sheldon shakes it off thinking it's the curse. And fuck it anyway- he has places to be.

The agent nearly steps on her before he sees those huge blue eyes. And the strange thing is is stops him cold. For a moment he's staring open mouthed before getting his bearings again.

She freezes when she hears someone approach, then ducks her head when that someone meets her eyes. In a purely defensive move, a slim leg snaps out, barely connecting with his as she retreats back into the darkness inside the mess of leaves. Deep inside, she wishes she was stronger. It'd be so much easier to defend herself then.

Steeling her resolve as she crouches back, her eyes narrow and stare up at him.

"Don't step on me, bastard." Her words are full of bluster and heat, but inside, she's cringing.

Sands steps back in an awkward hop to get out of her way. He leans his body forward and ready to jump back again in case she throws a rock. "Aren't you precious."
His white trash smirk hides weather or not he's being sarcastic. It would be cute if it wasn't so horrible. The strong and amazing woman he knows is like a tiny flicker that's fading away.

He reaches into a white pillowcase in his hand and comes out with a handful of grapes.
"Are you going to come get it or should I go in there?"

Oh. OH. He didn't lie...

Thin fingers reach for the grapes, but she grumbles since he's just out of reach. With a soft sigh, she rises to her feet and wobbles for a moment before looking at him. Carefully, a shadow of her old self, she fastidiously slides her hands over the dirty robes she's wearing, as if brushing away some dust.

Her gaze drops from his eyes down to the fruit he's holding. Lips set in an even line, she holds her hand out, palm up.

"I told you if you could find me, you could have your hour. A deal's a deal."

As she stands there with her hand out it strikes him how strange it is that he can't take his eyes off her. It's not out of morbid curiosity or shock, but it's as if he's never really looked at Ran before now. The thought is too fleeting for him to put that together with Veronica's words.
He gives her the grapes and slowly sits down in front of her, never taking his eyes off the woman (now because he expects to be mugged for the rest of it). As thin and sad as she looks he's not underestimating Rangiku.
The pillow case is held in his lap as he looks up at her- trying to seem as harmless as possible. He's practiced at this more then anything. But knows the role he's playing to get near her isn't winning her trust right away.

"You said you were being watched. Would you like to go somewhere safer?"

She doesn't answer him for a long moment, busy paying attention to the grapes. She eats like she hasn't had anything in days. As she eats, her eyes slide closed in simple pleasure.

After a span of seconds, she remembers she's not alone and snaps her eyes back to her companion. The gaze is assessing and wary, but down deep, she feels a sense of trust and acceptance for the man.

"We can... I don't think they're here, but I'm tired of the flowers anyway."

He's more then a little relieved. Sands was planning out in his mind how he was going to surprise her and drag her back to his apartment like a caveman providing food for the right to mate. Considering her mind state that's not the best image to put out. He had made a quick stop to score before coming and had a needle filled with liquid sleep ready to use on her.
This is so much better and, let's face it, easier on them both then her waking up tied to his stove would have been.
But Sands wasn't going to leave without bring her with him either way. He brings out a peach this time.

"My car is over here. Finish those on the way and you can start on this." He starts to walk away, still watching her to make sure she followed.

Her hand froze halfway to her mouth, a grape between her fingers. Blue eyes were locked on the peach, a little wider than before. In her slightly addled mind, it seems suspicious that he's offering what she'd so wanted.

For nothing at all.

"There's no cars here," she murmurs, not moving.

"You're lying to me." Instead of moving towards Sands, her feet take a step back.

Sands is a little fuddled himself. He's still staring at her like he's never seen her in his life as his brow furrows. He has a car, right? Why wouldn't he have a car? The agent can't remember driving it at all while he was in the city. But why the fuck wouldn't he try to get one here?

"Okay. I'm lying." He tosses the peach to her, mentally kicking himself for his mistake. Now it nags at his brain while he tried to recover. Sands keeps walking away as he pulls out a banana, hoping she's too hungry to not follow.
"It's all part of the fantasy, girl. Work with me."

She catches the peach, but keeps retreating. Her head shakes back and forth slowly as she mutters to herself. "I knew it... I knew you were lying to me... you're like the rest."

White teeth sink into the peach as she turns to go back into hiding; deal be damned. She might be starving, but she's just as afraid.

It was going to be so easy and he just fucked it up. Sands takes a moment to be really worried. What the fuck is wrong with him today? He's never slipped like that before. Not ever.

Reaching out fast as drawing his gun, he grabs her by he hair and clamps his hand over her mouth.
"Don't you choke on that."
He holds her tightly against him, kicking her legs apart to unbalance her. Before she can readjust he's got her arms behind her and Ran down on her knees.
"If I wanted to hurt you I could do it right here. No ones watching. No one would care anyway."

He takes out a pair of handcuffs, willing to try that first.
"I'll prove it."
Suddenly Sands starts yelling across the garden as if death was hot on his heels.
"Somebody help! Help us!!"

People mill about in the very distant, for the most part they're alone and no one comes to rescue Ran from her fool protector.
"Everything is confused. My assistant keeps staring at me and you can't remember me at all. I'm having kind of a weird day. I promised you food and a safe place to eat it... you're not going to just follow me there now are you?"
He has no one to blame but himself for this.

Panic washes over her as soon as she feels a hand in her hair. In a flash, she's on her knees, arms painfully held behind her, barely able to bite back a whimper. The only reason she doesn't is what little pride she has left.

Her arms struggle to free themselves, making her groan softly as her shoulders start to ache. Slowly, she sags back against him, dull eyes closing.

Sands is pleasantly surprised she's this helpless. A little part of his mind is yelling at him to give her the shot because she's faking. But he can feel the little strength pushing in her- and then it just fades to nothing. If she is faking she deserves to bean him.
His arms wrap around her front, hugging her to him.
"We've got a short walk. You can be asleep for it, or handcuffed, or you can be a good girl and eat on your way there."

He's warm behind her, but she's not comforted much by the embrace. Her body screams for freedom, but it's not strong enough to gain it. The options he gives her leave a lot to be desired, but she decides to be compliant. Not that she has much choice.

"Whatever you want, just please let me go."

As soon as he releases her, she turns to face him, staring. For some odd reason, her eyes find his and can't seem to waver from them.

"Where are you taking me?"

Sands doesn't mind her looking at him like she is. Gives him time to stare right back at her.

"Home. It's warm. The girl is waiting for you. I've got hot food there-" He quickly glances at the garden with an eyebrow raised.
"And no fucking flowers."
He holds his hand out to her looking exactly like he did in the beginning of your push and pull courtship. Except for his eyes looking right into hers.
"Let me take care of you. I'm a fuck up but I'm doing the best I can."

The curse brings a half smile to her lips, even if it falters a little when his hand moves towards her. Without looking away, her hand reaches up, her thin fingers curling into his. It's a sign of subconscious trust, and a desire to just be somewhere other than by herself.

The thought of food helps, too.

"The girl... the one that was talking to me on the box, right? She's there, too?"

Sands gives her his best and most patient smile. It's nice to have her like this. He prefers her strong and mentally all there but for a little while this could be nice too once she's convinced he's not going to bash her head on a rock.

"She's there waiting for you. She gave me this to give to you."
Keeping a hold of her hand he crouches down to rifle through the pillow case coming out with a very large bag of m&m's. He pushes it toward her, letting go of her hand so she can eat, only to lay it on her lower back to steer her the way he wants her to go.

"By tomorrow you wont be hungry anymore. Promise."

Her eyes widen when she sees the bag of chocolate. It doesn't take her long to tuck into the candies, only startling a little when she notices his hand on her back. He's right; he could've hurt her by now, but since he hasn't, she allows him to steer her along. She's silent for a few minutes, then pauses and glances over at him again.

"I remember seeing someone like you, but he was different."

He sneaks glances at her between scanning the crowed milling about in their own business. Nothing strange here - just move along.

"There are a couple hanging around. Just bad copies of the real thing. Nothing to worry your pretty little head over. You can tell I'm real because I don't have the stupid accent. My name is Sands."
Sands leads her around a corner, anxious to get her inside before she can finish off the candy.

"Almost there now."

Her lips curl down into a slight frown when she notices the supply getting a little lower. Insecurity comes back in a rush, but she tries to keep it hidden from her companion. If things go wrong, she might still be able to get away if he doesn't notice...

"Sands... I've heard that somewhere," she murmurs as she digs into the bag again.

He opts not to break her brain any more today then he has to. So pointing out that she's said it a thousand times by now is decided against.
"It's a common last name, sugar butt."

Coming to the building they share he holds the door open for her with a smile. Sands isn't taking his attention off her long enough for her to make a break for it.

She snorts and glowers. "Don't call me that," was a soft mutter from her lips as she passes him and enters the building, pausing for only a moment at the closed space. She turns enough to glance back over her shoulder at the outside, knowing if she was going to try and leave, now was the time.

Her body moves to turn, only to find him in her path.

He laughs at that. It's good to hear her familiar complaint about his nick name for her. She's still Rangiku.
When she's obviously planning to run for it he smiles holding a lollipop.

"Now now. You don't wanna do that. It's not safe out there and you'll hurt my feelings if you leave now."
He takes her hand again and leads her up the stairs.

Frankly, she's not worried about hurting his feelings, but she has little choice but to follow him. Her free hand works the sucker in and out of her mouth, the show vaguely obscene without it being intended as such. There's a sense of familiarity as she crosses into his apartment, which sets her a little more at ease, but she still remains watchful.

As she moves to sit on the couch, El jumps up and settles on her lap with a loud purr. Her hand strokes soft fur as she looks up at Sands.

"Happy now? I'm here."

Sands is concentrating on the way she works that sucker so hard he runs smack into the wall as they turn a corner. Recovering quickly he has the guilty look of a house cat that silently insists no one saw a thing and that was obviously some other cat.

He sets the pillow case still full of fruit and bread beside her.
"I'm on the verge of doing the Snoppy dance. Veronica!"
Sands stays between Ran and the door until his assistant comes in.

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