Author: Evelyn Mavelle PM
She tries to get his attention, but she has no idea that she has it. [Hatori Sohma x Rhiannon Young]Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 6,793 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 10-20-10 - Published: 05-17-07 - id: 3543253
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(I just grabbed bits of a roleplay my friend and I have doing for several years. So I decided to mix it up a little to form a little story! Yes, I know there are non-canons in this story, but give it a shot! xD I'm sure you'll enjoy it! Wow, I feel like I'm doing a commercial or something. o.o Anyway! All the credit should go to my best friend Iso-chan:D Hope you enjoy it!)
"It turned out to be a pretty good movie, a lot of hard work and
everything. You know, that's what it takes is a little perseverance
and you get amazing results."
"Well, thanks for taking this interview. You look beautiful tonight
and congratulations on your new movie."
They always do.
Rhiannon Young sighed as she flipped off the blaring television –
the channel that she had been watching before the large television
flicked off was MTV or something like that – she didn't exactly care
at the moment – leave it to her to be interested in a channel but
not know what it is. Once the television was off for a few seconds
she tossed the remote onto the couch and stood up – stretching out
her arms as she glanced lazily around the living room. It was
usually silent, just like the rest of the large house that belonged
to Hatori Sohma. Speaking of the middle aged doctor – he was never
home – usually at work or out on dates these days. It was rather
boring without him around, Rhiannon usually thought; she had no one
to talk to. Rin was usually off with Edward making it rather hard
for the blonde to go see her friend – she didn't like feeling like a
third wheel – though that feeling had been attached to her a lot
Once she was about to walk into the kitchen she heard the front door
open, out of reflex she raised her fists but then heard laughter.
Her arms lowered down to her sides as she peeked curiously around
the corner to see Jean and Hatori – curiosity had struck her. Was
Hatori laughing? He probably was seeing as him and Jean were such
good friends – and because of that they decided to start a
relationship. How lovely. Rhiannon raised a brow, her two toned
irises of dark blue and light blue stared at the woman and at the
man. She felt like a little kid huddling behind a corner watching
her parents share a hug and kiss.
Hatori took notice of Rhiannon in the corner, but refused to say
anything. Smiling lightly toward Jean as she laughed, it was good to
be reunited with the woman he went to college with. He still
couldn't believe that she somehow managed to predict him being in
Japan, of course it was his hometown, but his occupation just seemed
to have moved him out country or state (Depending if its in the US).
"Oh," Jean began, looking up. Her gaze caught Rhiannon's almost
instantly. "Hello there, Rhi!" She spoke with a cheerfulness that
made the seventeen year old want to barf. Though she faked a smile
and strode out from around the corner – eyes focused intently on
"Hi." She said plainly, doing her best to hide the utter distaste
she felt for the woman standing in front of her looking so happy.
The blonde haired girl couldn't help but feel a light twinge of
jealously for reasons she could not exactly comprehend. "So
umm . . ." Rhiannon began, she didn't exactly know how to talk to
couples who had just gotten off a date – it was kind of weird in her
opinion because they were usually all lovey dovey and crap. "How was
the date?" She asked, awkwardly, raising up her slim hand to wipe a
few blonde tresses from her face.
Rhiannon was quite an attractive young woman, being at the tender
age of seventeen she had come to value clothes and how she looked.
Her hair was a dirty blonde sometimes looking brown (she hated the
blonde jokes that she usually received so on the days her hair
looked light brown she didn't get quite as many) – it was odd
because in middle school she used to have pale blonde hair. Odd
things happen when you're growing up. At the moment she was wearing
simple red Abercrombie pajama pants with the logo of their moose
printed upon it, and a white Abercrombie tank top to go along with
it. Her blonde tresses were tied up in a messy bun causing some
strands to fall and frame her face – she looked like the typical
teenaged compared to Mr. Suit Wearing Doctor Hatori and Ms.
Professional Jean. It was almost embarrassing in a sense but she
choose to ignore the nagging feeling that had become apparent in her
"It was so much fun! Hatori can be so funny sometimes, you know!"
Jean grinned cheekily as she laced her arm around Hatori's causing
Rhiannon to twitch ever so slightly. Hatori and funny didn't belong
in the same sentence was all Rhiannon could think. Honestly, who was
this Jean woman kidding? "You should hear some of the jokes that he
tells, Rhi! He's so hilarious. Makes me love him even more!" A few
more laughs escaped her lip stick coated lips making Rhiannon twitch
Listening to the comments Jean made, made him keep that ever-
so-rare smile. His indigo eyes travel to the opposing side of the
house. Everything seemed to have been clean. TV was left on, but
clean either way. Whenever he would come home, he'd expect some sort
of mess from the blonde who was talking to his current girlfriend.
No, I don't know.' The blonde thought to herself venomously.
Hatori doesn't joke around. He was a dead serious doctor who wore
suits twenty four seven and so on. Unless Hatori was a serious party
animal and Rhiannon has just been missing something over the few
months that she has lived with him. Her eyes narrowed, "Is that so?"
She pondered aloud; her French manicured nail touched the bottom of
her pale pink lip as if in thought. She honestly couldn't understand
what was going on – Hatori seemed so grave around her and to hear
Jean ramble on about how funny he was was definitely a surprise to
the young teenager.
"Of course, you know . . . I wouldn't make these things up!" Jean
said with a grin, she stood on her tip toes and gave Hatori a quick
kiss on the cheek. "You know, Rhi, you're pretty lucky to be living
with him!" She added, still keeping that grin upon her
face. "Hatori, do you mind if I stay for dinner? I could cook if
you'd like! Ever since I've gotten out of college I've taken a
liking to cooking, it's a rather interesting challenge."
The blonde haired teen nearly choked on her saliva – great, now the
woman would be staying for dinner because she knew for a fact Hatori
would just love to have his girlfriend stay over. She nearly scoffed
but held back the urge. She didn't like Jean and she had no clue
why. It was odd because Jean seemed like the perfect smart and
pretty girlfriend that every guy wanted – Rhiannon on the other hand
was rather stubborn, had the looks but not the most winning
personality due to all the years on the streets. She eyed Jean for a
moment longer, a small sigh emitted from her lips but she doubted
anyone would catch it; she didn't want either of them – especially
Hatori – to see her disdain.
Before his mind could drift, Rhiannon's tone caught his
attention. Of course, he recognized when she didn't like something.
It was easy to tell, considering her expression. Looking over to
Jean, who looked overjoyed for some reason that was beyond him, he
nodded lightly. Just because Rhi was disdainful toward Jean, he
wasn't going to back down at something he would like to do. Not
going to happen. "Of course you can." His tone was mild, not all
hardcore lack of emotion like his usual tone is.
Hearing Hatori agree to Jean staying over didn't at all surprise
Rhiannon – but she made no protest – there was no point because it
was his house and she respected that much. Seeing him smile was a
rare thing for the blonde, and he rarely smiled around her. She
would sometimes desperately try to say something that would be
considered funny but not even a hint of happiness could be traced on
his expression. It hurt that her efforts rarely produced any
results – she at least wanted to make the middle aged doctor a bit
happy but it would seem as if Jean was doing that rather
His gaze set somewhat on Rhi, he was expecting a complaint
toward Jean, but when she seemed to mention making dinner, she
didn't muster a word. Ignoring Jean for a few minutes, his attention
was put on Rhi, "So, how did your day go?" He asked considerably
with a hint of a smile.
"Oh," she began, surprised that the conversation had suddenly turned
over to her. "My day was fine. I didn't have to work so I just sat
around and watched television. Nothing interesting, honestly."
Rhiannon shrugged her shoulders, she was about to add probably
nothing compared to your fun day' but she didn't in fear of sounding
rather snotty. If she was in a bad mood then a few unneeded words
would have escaped her lips but she didn't even want to bother at
the moment. The fight was just never worth it. "Thanks for asking!"
She added rather quickly, a bright happy smile tracing her features.
"Hatori told me you worked at a bar, Rhi," Jean spoke up, narrowing
her eyes but not in displeasure just in curiosity. "That's a rather
shady place for a girl your age, you know! I mean, surely you should
be attending high school . . . or you could always pass off as a
model. You have such interesting eyes!" The woman quickly realized
that she sounded much like a nagging parent, and her carefree
personality usually blocked such behavior – though she couldn't help
but state her opinion. "Or you could get a boyfriend! One of my
coworkers has a son about your age – he's quite the charmer and I
don't know if this appeals to kids your age but . . . he's one of
those Italian boys. Tall dark and handsome. I know that always
appealed to me when I was seventeen."
Rhiannon let a few laughs escape her lips – she could easily admit
that Jean was quite the outgoing woman and some of the things she
said were kind of funny. She just didn't understand how she and
Hatori were in love – it was so odd to her and she couldn't exactly
understand why. "Thanks for worrying but I can handle it. It's a
high class bar as my boss likes to put it, and anyways I get to play
the piano and sometimes sing – something I love doing, - so I don't
mind. I even get paid. Well . . . that's rather obvious." She kept
that bright smile on her face – she preferred her job over a lot of
other things she could have become – and anyways, her check wasn't
that bad for a high school dropout.
"Tall, dark and handsome?" She nearly snorted – that sort of guy
didn't really appeal to her – but it was just the way Jean had put
it that made her snicker. "Let me guess . . . his name is Mario?
Though back to the point – that type of guy never appealed to me.
The girl I used to be friends with in middle school said that I'd
probably end up dating a man who is like I dunno . . . around ten
years older than me – oh and she didn't forget to add that he'd be
tall, rich and dorky looking. Then I told her she'd probably marry
some mafia boss. So, we were even." Rhiannon remembered that memory
almost like it was yesterday – such odd conversations she had when
she was twelve years old. It was almost scary just remembering it.
"Thanks though, I'll keep that in mind." She quickly added in
regards to the Italian person who Jean was trying to set her up
with – of course Rhiannon knew she'd forget by tomorrow – though she
had only said it for the sake of being polite. If Rin wasn't so
interesting in Mr. Atheist I'd refer Mario right over to her – I bet
she likes those kinds of guys.' Rhiannon smiled lightly in thoughts
to herself at the thought of her best friend and her odd' interest
in guys (though the blonde only thought of this as odd because her
tastes in guys were much more different than her best friend's).
Jean nodded in her head, causing her shoulder length light auburn
brownish to bounce lightly. "So, about dinner!" She automatically
piped up, glancing to her boyfriend and then to the teenager. "Is
there anything you'd like me to make, Rhi?" Jean asked, it was
rather obvious that the woman was trying to stay on the blonde's
good side – Hatori sometimes would speak of some instances where
Jean was glad that she didn't have to deal with the blonde. Though
at the moment Rhiannon seemed like a kind humorous average teenager,
it was hard to believe that she had once lived on the streets.
"Well, Jean, I'm glad you asked!" The other girl said eagerly,
keeping her gaze away from Hatori due to the content of her next set
of words. "Anything that isn't green and at one time was in a
field." She couldn't help herself; someone had to say those words!
That someone happened to be Ms. Rhiannon Young.
"In other words . . . vegetables, right?" Jean snickered, glancing
at Hatori; because she knew for a fact that her boyfriend was the
cause for Rhiannon's reply.
The seventeen year old looked away ever so innocently as if in
attempt to take back her words, she was quite thankful for the fact
that Hatori cooked for her but honestly . . . stir fry every night
was not a healthy diet. "Well yeah, basically. No offense, Hatori! I
mean, I'm still your home slice but . . . a change is nice, you
know?" She grinned dismissively at the doctor – hoping he'd take no
offense to her words.
(What do you think? Please tell me:O It's the only way you're going to find out what happens next! xD )