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Post by anansi on Oct 7, 2008 13:54:05 GMT -5
On the outside, Shinkirou just kept smirking--he knew it'd piss Yuki off. On the inside, however, he was a bit squeamish--he was going to be in for it.
But bugging Yuki was just fun.
At Yuki's command that he leave, his smirk turned into a grin. "Mmm, but you're trying to impress Kyou-chan, right? I think it might reflect badly if you forced me off--she might think you're planning something." he shook his head, "Really, Yuki-kun, you shouldn't be so forward--she's nervous enough as it is, you don't want to scare her off, unless you're into that or something..."
He was dead anyways, but he had a method to his madness. "Me, on the other hand, I'd be so polite to her. It'd be slow, which would be incredibly boring, but worth it, I guess. But eventually, I'd get to sleep with her--oh, that would be fun. She's probably still a virgin or something--"
He heaved a sigh after another moment, but kept smiling. "I bet she'd like it."
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Post by Chuushin Yuki on Oct 8, 2008 16:36:36 GMT -5
That.
That was it.
Reaching out to grab Shinkirou's shirt collar, Yuki hoisted the red haired male to his feet. "I've had about enough of your bull, Shinkirou." Yuki said coldly, his good eye glaring at him. His free hand curled into a fist as he spoke.
"There's no way I'd let you use Kyoutei like that, you sick bastard." He said through gritted teeth. "I think somebody needs to reach into that ass of yours and yank out that stick you've got crammed up there, because you are always coming off as such a freaking prick."
He grinned then, suddenly, raising his fist. "Luckily, I'm quite experienced in such matters." With that said, he struck his fist towards Shinkirou's head.
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Post by anansi on Oct 8, 2008 17:01:56 GMT -5
Well, fuck.
As Shinkirou was hoisted up by an incredibly livid Yuki, he managed a lopsided grin. "You don't know if she's up for it, though, do you?" he managed a laugh, the look in his eyes saying he was planning something. "Well, I guess that's pretty reasonable, considering you haven't picked up on it yet," he said, eyes glimmering with mirth, "God, you're such an idiot sometimes--"
And that was when Yuki's fist when straight into Shinkirou's face. The redhead managed to brace himself a little so he wouldn't go flying as far as usual, but the punch was more powerpacked than he had expected. His shirt tore with a nasty shredding sound, and Shin, as per usual, was sent flying back. He cried out a little, landing on something with a nauseating smoosh. Clutching his face in pain, he sat up, grumbling curses under his breath. He had yet to realize he was, in fact, sitting on Kyoutei's bento, the food all but destroyed, along with the bento itself.
Nailed me good... he thought, realizing blood was pouring from his nose. "I think this is decent enough to send you down to my dad, huh?" he asked, his voice sounding a tad smug as he tried desperately to stop the bloodflow. "Looks like this date's gonna be cut a little short...sorry 'bout that." he added as an afterthought, though he didn't sound very sorry at all.
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Post by Aijouno Kyoutei on Oct 8, 2008 17:22:19 GMT -5
"Gaahhh, stupid vending machine..." Kyoutei grumbled as she jogged her way back. She had planned on getting soda for everyone, but first it jammed, then it ate her money, and now all that was left was water. She grimaced a little at how water would wash down with her food, but she didn't have a choice, hurrying back as fast as she could. As she jogged back, she kept an eye out for Yuki and Shinkirou, realizing that, as she got closer, their conversation seemed to be more and more tense.
In fact, it looked like Shinkirou was provoking Yuki.
Dread settled in her stomach--this wasn't going to end well. She picked up the pace, trying to get there as fast as she could. While she knew Yuki was kind to her, she couldn't help but remember the one time he had gotten angry at her for bringing up the rumors. He had apologized for it, of course, but it still made her a little worried.
She had planned on stopping them before it got too heated, but she came into earshot just in time to hear Yuki mention her somehow, and she felt even more dread. She was about to plead for Yuki to stop when he punched Shinkirou. The girl finally came to them when Shinkirou sat up, trying to figure out what in heaven's name was going on.
And the first thing she realized was that Shinkirou had completely destroyed her bento.
"M-my lunch..." she said in horror, staring at the mess that used to be her bento. "I...I was up so early to make it too..." she continued, feeling her eyes well up with tears. "T-this was supposed to be a really good day..." her hands trembled as she felt tears slide down her cheeks. She steered herself to not get hysterical, but it was hard--her plans had been completely ruined.
And that was when Shinkirou mentioned something about their date getting cut short. The way he said it made it seem like he had planned it...
Kyoutei visibly bristled as her sadness shifted into fury. She trembled again, this time out of rage. It took a lot to make her visibly furious--even Michi stealing her first kiss hadn't brought this on. "You...you did this just to get Yuki-kun in trouble...?" she asked brokenly. "You...you're horrible! Horrible!" she said, her quiet voice making her words even more harsh. "How could you think about doing something like that?!" she demanded, then shook her head. She didn't look at either of them, but she was shaking, tears dripping off her face.
"I-I'm sorry, Yuki-kun. I should have...I shouldn't have let this person eat with us...I should have been more considerate of you..." she spoke after a moment, not willing to face him. "I understand if you're upset..."
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Post by mouai on Oct 8, 2008 17:28:09 GMT -5
Mouai wasn't quite sure why she was in the park. It was a perfectly lovely day, but there was nothing about the girl that screamed nature friendly. Her hair was frizzed, from a morning of inability to work with it, and her skin was looking a bit pale around the edges. She needed to tan again.
She had contemplated visiting her mother. She had decided not to. With everything that had happened recently, she just didn't feel like spending as much time with the insane. Her father and grandmother were far behind. Mouai might not be a park girl, but the park currently seemed like the perfect place for her.
Then she heard a crack. Fist, nose, blood. The girl was drawn in. Something darker had been consuming her lately. She'd like to see people in pain, see them writhe under her fingers, but something about physical pain had never been attractive. Until this very moment. Perhaps it was because of the boy from the mall. She found him curious, a perfect experiment.
She wondered how far he'd go for someone he cared about. He seemed to be that sort. Very devoted. However, she couldn't stand around gaping--at least not in awe. So, instead she threw on a look of worry and rushed over. "Hey! Break it up!" Yes, Mouai was very, very concerned about the issue of the two boys. Very. Except her voice trailed off as she noticed another girl. A flaw in her plan?
Or perhaps another victim for the kill. The girl seemed to innocent, her tears, her sadness of voice. She seemed perfect for one of those white-suited ignorants of the royalty. However, Mouai slowed down, skidding to a halt. It wasn't her place to interrupt, right? "Oh, gomen, I shouldn't have gotten involved. I just get passionate sometimes." Yes, that seemed like an appropriate answer.
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Post by Chuushin Yuki on Oct 8, 2008 18:44:24 GMT -5
"Screw your father, Shinkirou!" Yuki yelled, before noticing that Kyoutei had arrived. His good eye went wide and he whipped around to face her, seeing her crying face.
"K-Kyoutei!" He stammered, kneeling down close to her. "Oh man, I'm sorry!" He moved to rest his hands on her shoulders, but hesitated- it seemed like he didn't think all of Shinkirou's words were total bull after all.
It was during that time that Kyoutei just about exploded. Yuki blinked in surprise, slightly taken aback by this. He didn't think the petite girl had it in her, really, but she was sure proving him wrong! He had to say, he was rather impressed.
"No, you don't have to apologize, Kyoutei." He shook his head, placing his hands gently on her shoulders after he shot a glare to Shinkirou. "It's okay. You didn't know. I'm sorry you had to see that... and I'm sorry about your lunch! How about I make some for the two of us to make up for it?"
He glanced up then, hearing a familiar voice, recognizing her as the girl from the mall. "Ah, no, it's fine. Thanks for your concern."
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Post by anansi on Oct 8, 2008 19:58:00 GMT -5
Shinkirou cursed again under his breath, pain clouding his thoughts. It was hard to concentrate on what the hell was going on around him. The blood flowing from his nose was slowing a bit, and as he pinched at his nose, he gasped a little--Yuki had managed to break his nose, and it hurt.
A lot.
As Kyoutei yelled at him, however, Shinkirou couldn't help but be a little surprised--the girl seemed too mousy and spineless to blow up on him. He cursed again, something along the lines of "bitch" though the rest of his words were too jumbled to be understood. He heard someone new show up, wishing they'd go away--this was humiliating.
"I think he's pretty much done with beating me up," he grumbled, "unless he honestly wants to get taken downtown or something." he said. "Not my fault he has such a short fuse..." he said to himself, not really willing to get up right now--he didn't want Yuki punching him again any time soon.
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Post by Aijouno Kyoutei on Oct 8, 2008 20:14:58 GMT -5
Kyoutei sniffled a little, rubbing her eyes to get herself to stop crying. Taking a deep breath, she reeled herself back in--freaking out over something like this surely looked weird, didn't it?. She jumped back a little as Yuki touched her, a little surprised--he was worried about her? She nodded a little at Yuki's words. "It...it's all right. I-I'll be fine." she murmured, kicking herself mentally. Stupid stupid stupid! Getting all emotional over some lunch--it's not the end of the world! she thought.
Blinking a little, she realized that someone else was there and was apologizing. Kyou opened her mouth to speak, but stopped before she uttered a sound, her necklace growing hot against her skin, as if in some kind of warning. She didn't really take too much notice to it, offering the ganguro girl a shaky smile. "I, um, it's fine." she told her, feeling some strange onset of wariness--something just felt wrong. Brushing it away though, she shot Shinkirou a cold look, then looked back at the other girl. "At least you stepped in, right...?"
Kyoutei bit her lip, still distraught that her plans had completely gone the wrong way, also a little worried about Yuki--she didn't know if he'd go punch Shinkirou again. Not that I'd mind it... she thought, immediately feeling bad for even thinking that. "Maybe...maybe we should go?" she asked timidly, her voice quieter than usual.
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Post by mouai on Oct 11, 2008 12:59:50 GMT -5
Mouai fought the urge to laugh at the boy on the ground. His masculine pride was hurt, and it was terribly amusing. He was practically pouting as he mumbled something. She was not really listening. Listening was not often one of her strengths. At least, not recently with all of these new emotions intermingled with these women she kept running into. The girl yesterday at the mall, the one with the baby brought out a feeling of submission.
But this girl. This new girl brought something new to the surface. A killer instinct that clawed at the back of her throat. It tasted like rust and bile, and it burned. She wanted to grab the girl by the throat and steal her life away. What was that? Mouai blinked, ridding her mind of the images. Those thoughts weren’t very lady-like, or anything she had envisioned herself capable of thinking.
“Yes, sorry for stepping in though… It doesn’t appear to be my place.” The young woman bowed her head, blonde waves falling forward over her eyes. Was this girl a white-suited soldier? No. Ha, no! She couldn’t be. She seemed too meek; though, she had had that out-burst. It wasn’t an option. Mouai running into a white-suited soldier out of suit, well, it was just a silly thought.
“Once again, very sorry for stepping in,” she peered down at the boy on the ground before adding. “I do hope your nose feels better.” They seemed to be packing their things up to move on, and perhaps it was time for her to move on as well. So, Mouai did just that. She moved on into another part of the park.
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Post by Chuushin Yuki on Oct 12, 2008 21:22:44 GMT -5
Yuki's head snapped towards Shinkirou the moment the word bitch left his mouth, shooting him a death glare. The only thing that was keeping him from going over there and pummeling him more was Kyoutei's presence. "A wise man knows when to shut up, Shinkirou."
He turned back to Kyoutei then, smiling at her gently. "It's alright. We can leave if that's what you want to do." He told her, extending a hand to help her to her feet.
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Post by anansi on Oct 14, 2008 15:35:07 GMT -5
"A wise man should also be able to tell when someone's screwing with you, but that's not the case either." Shinkirou grumbled as he shifted a bit, spitting out blood into the grass. Damnitdamnitdamnit. The day of that super fancy party nonetheless. Man, I'm going to need a new mask or something... he thought, inwardly grimacing on how much his face would swell up.
Briefly, he looked down, just as some girl wished him luck on his nose getting better. "Yeah, yeah..." he said, irritated, then finally realized he was sitting on something...squishy. Did I land in shit or something? he thought, horrified, then realized he was also sitting on the picnic blanket. Okay, not shit. But then...
"Oh fuck." he whispered, dreading what was to come later. Nevermind the mousy girl, Yuki was going to kill him for destroying this lunch. He hadn't planned on squashing the girl's lunch along with his taunting, he just wanted to make her think Yuki wasn't as good as she thought he was.
And it had completely blew up in his face.
Shinkirou stoof up after a moment, knowing there was squishy food on his ass. This is completely humiliating. he thought. "Guess I'll go. Uh, sorry for wrecking your lunch, Kyou-chan." he said stiffly, then turned and practically sprinted off.
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Post by Aijouno Kyoutei on Oct 14, 2008 15:52:52 GMT -5
Kyoutei still felt wariness when it came to the blonde girl, but pushed that back. "It's not a problem, honest. I-I hope we can meet under better circumstances next time." she told the girl as she left, feeling not quite so wary once she was gone. That was...weird. Maybe I should talk to Luna about it...
Carefully, she took Yuki's hand, unsure really what to think of the gesture. She was sure he wasn't going to pummel Shinkirou anymore, but the fact remained that she had completely overreacted to something so stupid. It's a lunch, I shouldn't be so upset! she scolded herself.
But she was.
Shinkirou's apology didn't really help any, mostly because she saw that he wasn't doing it because he was actually sorry. Once he ran off, Kyou looked at her squashed bento box mournfully. She sniffled again, blinking back tears, letting go of Yuki's hand so she could do something about the mess. The box itself was beyond repair, and the quilt would fair no better. Frustrated, she wadded it all up into a clothy ball and tossed it into the trashcan nearby.
God, this is just my luck. she thought, going back to Yuki. She found she really couldn't still look at him, not after this disaster. "I'm sorry, Yuki-kun." she apologized once more, her voice dull. "I wanted us to have a nice time together, but...I guess it didn't work out that way."
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Post by Chuushin Yuki on Oct 17, 2008 20:27:35 GMT -5
Yuki shot a final glare towards Shinkirou as he left, telling him that the next time he saw him, he would finish what he had started. Ass.
He turned back to Kyoutei then, smiling gently at her and kneeled down, helping her clean up the mess that Shinkirou's rear end left behind. "No, Kyoutei," He shook his head, glancing over at her as she threw everything away. "It's not your fault, far from it. You don't have to apologize."
The gray haired male stood up, dusting off his pants as he looked down at her. "If anyone here should apologize, it's me." He told her. "I probably should have paid more attention to my surroundings before I laid one on that asshole."
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Post by Aijouno Kyoutei on Oct 21, 2008 13:45:24 GMT -5
Kyoutei tugged at her skirt as Yuki helped her, keeping her face out of sight. She felt her face heating up from him being nearby, and was extra careful to not accidently bump into him. She blinked when he looked down at her, immediately forcing her own gaze down, her face heating up even more.
"Ah! Well--Shinkirou-san looked like he deserved it, at any rate. I'm not really sure what he said, but...he looks like he needs to be put in his place more often, the jerk." she told Yuki quietly, gaining a bit of life back to her voice. She then gasped, clapping her hands over her mouth. "O-oh! I shouldn't say something like that, I barely know him, it's wrong for me to assume so callously like that--" she said, panicking a bit. She tugged on her skirt again, biting her lip hard.
Taking a deep breath, she finally got the nerve to look up at him. "Um!" she said, trying to think of something to talk about. "About what I-I was going to ask earlier..." she recalled, fumbling again. "Could I...I mean, you wouldn't mind if..." she struggled, trying to find a way to say it. "...i-is that offer still valid, a-about getting a job at the ramen shop?" she blurted out, face turning a bright red.
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Post by Chuushin Yuki on Oct 22, 2008 16:13:27 GMT -5
Yuki had to laugh at that, shaking his head as Kyoutei tried to apologize for calling Shinkirou a jerk. "No, no, you're right on target there. I've been in that bastard's class since we were children- calling him a jerk is a grave understatement."
"Playboy, too. That's kind of why I didn't want him talking to you, you know?" He looked a little flustered saying this. "I mean, I didn't want him to upset you or anything... he's forward, and stuff."
The faint blush on his cheeks deepened as Kyoutei began to resume asking the question she had started earlier. His heart quickly sunk, however, upon realizing what it was she was asking. He had hoped... well, he really didn't know what he had hoped. That she wanted to go out with him, maybe?
But she really didn't look like the type to date someone like him, honestly. He would be content if he could just manage to maintain their friendship. "Oh, yeah." He nodded, smiling at her. "I don't think there would be any problem with that. Boss is always complaining about how we need a few extra helpers around the place."
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