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::Kakutama (Sora) Sorata:: "I'm a riddle, I'm a bad little boy. Yes I'm bad, But I'm not little"
Join the Host club he said
It will be fun he said
...You could go to jail, instead...he said.
Sorata began mulling over the idea of just going to jail. Was jail really that bad? He was only seventeen what was the most they'd give him? A year? Two? The amount of time wasn't the problem nor was the idea of him being in jail. He was a street kid at heart. Jail didn't phase him. He was born into a nitty, gritty world most people around here didn't know much about. Most of these rich kids didn't know what it was like to actually go hungry because one actually had no food or means to obtain it. It wasn't simply "I don't want to eat that" but rather "I have nothing to eat." They also never had to be homeless...to sit through rain or snow with no heat. They didn't have to see the things Sorata saw. The young, tender years of his life that should have been the years he learned how to read, walk, play with other kids he spent learning to steal, run, and keep quiet. Instead he learned what it was like to be alone even while his mother was still around. He was always on his own. He could recall those days, jail would be a walk in the park to those days...No what kept him from wanting to be incarcerated was the fact the moment he went to jail the Kakutama Estate belonged to the government. He couldn't let that happen. He had done some pretty terrible things to get his name to own that estate...he's lost pieces of himself to get that estate. To simply lose it to some crime...This house reminded him too much of her, things he wanted to preserve, things he didn't want other people to know. Bara was sick. This place was the only place she felt ok. Her doll house life was the only place she felt safe to be herself. Sorata knew that the people on the outside looking in wouldn't understand how caging one self in for so long could do anything good. But for Bara it meant a few more years of life. Sorata wasn't sure how long he sat there thinking about the day's events. He wasn't sure what time he actually fell asleep, only that whatever amount he did sleep only left him more tired than before. Sleep was too much for him, because when he slept he didn't have nightmares...he had the sweets dreams imaginable. Bara was there, dreams that he would wake up and find her in his bed. Blonde hair cascading all around him, a smile that would thaw a block of ice, and eyes that held a child like wonder to them. She was a frail mouse and he was her lion with a thorn stuck up his side. He dreamt about her all the time which made waking up almost unbearable. Finding his room empty, her room empty, her collection displays untouched with no new additions. Perhaps jail would be healthy...how long could he live in a cacoon of her memories.
"Master Sorata-sama" a soft voice called from the end of the hallway. No help dared go down the hallway. Down this hall were rooms that were only for Sorata. Down the hallway was her room, his room, his personal library. "It is time, your Host Club has already left to the campsites and your bags have been packed" She called out and left. If only the previous maid did her job the way she was instructed, if only she wasn't so curious. If only she didn't break...No he couldn't think about it, the crime was in the past. And now he had to atone for them. Sorata swung his legs over the bed and looked out the window, he could see a few buds left from the summer's roses. They would die soon now that they were approaching fall. He would have to clip the remaining flowers to make sure they would last longer in a vase than die by the cold. Sorata walked out, showered as he did every morning and got ready for his day out. Since he as not at school he had no need for the stuffy uniform. He hated that thing. It was much too tight on him , he hugged his broad chest and shoulders and made him feel constricted. One wrong turn and he was going to rip the seams in that poorly tailored uniform. Not today! Today he wore a nice loose fitting button up and black pants. His hair its usually messy self sticking up all around, clearly it had not seen a brush in a long time. He walked out of his room, down the empty hallway with his hands tucked into his pockets. He stopped in front of a room. His eyes slid towards the room, there was a beautiful engraved rose around the frame of it, the golden handle rusted from the wear and tear...it had been a long time since someone opened this door. Sorata found himself blankly staring at the door for a long time until a maid called from the end of the hallway. "Master Sorata-sama! You're camper is ready for you" She announced, moving from the hallway and heading back downstairs. The only part of the house they were allowed to venture into. Everything else was a secret, a mystery by the homeowner. It was the way Sora wanted things to be, a secret. He made is way to the camper and sighed. Did he really have to go camping? It was such a nice day, he hated it. So far it was sunny, bright, a promising event for the Host club. Perhaps he could call in sick? No, Sora was chosen by the man who literally knew it all. He would know if Sora was trying to place Host hookey. There was no way around it, he had to go. Before walking out the door he noticed a couple of his cats were lounging about outside. "You guys" He grumbled. "You're going to get stepped on" He had to delicately step around the cats with his massive feet, barely missing tiny paws and tails. Sitting on the fountain by the front of his estate was a much older white cat with one brown eye and one cloudly blue one. "Lady, you hold down the fort for me ok?" He placed a hand on her head and stroked her fur. "I will be back in time for feeding." He promised his cats, soon a few more of them popped out from their hiding places. For a brief moment as Sora got into the driver's side of his camper, he smiled looking at the sea of cats gathering to see him off. With that, his day had a nice start to it.
Once on the trail to the campsite he reeved up the path in his wide camper, he crushed a few customer tents a long the way and even cleared a few firepits in the making. Not that he cared. Though the rain was starting to come down pretty hard, making the path turn into slick mud. Before he knew it, his camper was stuck in it, really stuck. "Great" He muttered looking in front of him, the path lead to a clearing where he was sure no one would bother him at this point. All he had to do was get his camper there. "Come on, you hunk of junk" He slammed his foot against the gas, the wheels turned fast only digging a deeper mud hole for him to be stuck in. Clearly it wasn't working so it was time for plan B. He went through the camper, packing up the important things he had, water, some food, his phone, a book, and tent in a can. He walked out of the camper stepping into the large pile of mud. "Ugh" He shook his head, luckily there were a lot of trees on this path, the rain didn't hit him as much as he thought it would. He began hiking up the path making sure no one who recognized him would see him right away. He would have loved some alone time...
Squuueaaak
Sora looked up with his small, cat like eyes and noticed there were two squirrels just staring at him with their large beady eyes. "What do you want huh? Want nuts?" He looked at them, and they looked at each other than back at Sora. He sighed motioning his hand to scare them off but he couldn't. They just stared at him, well fine, they looked hungry and maybe if he fed the little shits they would eventually go away. "Fine, you'll get a free meal you little wild, freeloaders" He pulled out some crackers from his pocket and crumbed them up in his hands until it was a fine dust of crumbs. He held his large hand open to them like a animal feeder, the squirrels wasting no time, they hopped onto his wrist and began eating out of his hand. A stray bird perched itself on his elbow and did the same. Before he knew it on his own arm alone he had four squirrels and two birds. Double the amount of animals he had originally intended to feed. He sat on a nearby stump getting his hair and shoulders pretty drenched at this point. He had been sitting there completely still as the animals ate out of his hands. More squirrels began to gather and watch. Did they too want to partake in this free meal? Sorata was feeling generous to the animals. Here they were going about their day and their once calm, isolated little forest was filled with Hosts and customers. Loud, annoying people always ruined the peace of things. Sora wished he didn't have to be one of them. But to be honest he felt more like he was part of the forest than the event. He wanted them to leave and keep this place in peace. Instead he had a feeling there was going to be nothing but drama. Far off he could hear some banshee scream at someone, he could hear a few people talking, for a moment he also saw a girl covered in mud fall a few times on her way down the path, he noticed a man fall out of a tree and get pelted by a rock.
"People are so stupid" He sighed, speaking as if he was above people as a whole. He was above the entire species. He looked at the birds and squirrels and sighed. "You guys have it made, no one bothers you in your house. By tomorrow this place will be back to the nice quiet place it was. And I will have to return with these...savages" He spoke to the animals, clearly he had little friends if he had to resort to s**t talking with the wild critters of the forest. He took some more food from his pockets and opened his palm more letting more birds and critters perch themselves on him as if he was a tree, he housed them and became almost a part of the nature. His face that was usually giving off a cold, sinister demeanor was now calm, stoic, anyone passing by probably wouldn't have noticed him right away.
Out.Of.Cats::First Post!
Location::Campsite with animals
Who I'm With:Pity on that sorry soul(s)
