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 Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 5:06 pm
Well, that had been... Confusing. Moroi blinked twice as he was pulled into an upright position, that commonly clueless look, again, pinned itself his pale face. He remembered falling and pulling Mitsukai down with him. And a few other blurred details. It had made him dizzy, so at least he was sure of something. When he found himself being untangled from the other boy, he figured out something else. That being that he’d gotten tangled up with the older boy. A child-like smile drifted across his face as Mitsukai’s hand brushed across it, the flush on the older boy’s cheeks make him giggle lightly.
“Yep. Perfectly fine,” Moroi replied, grinning brightly by now. He lifted his hand and stretched his arm toward the older boy. Fisting his fingers, he pressed his thumb against Mitsukai’s cheek, running it across the pale pinkish part of his face. Violet-blue eyes watched the boy for a moment, thumb still pressed to his face before he started giggling and let his hand fall to his side. It wasn’t really that obvious what, exactly, he was laughing about, but it was something. And, apparently, it seemed very funny to the young neko-jinn. That same smile on his face, he looked back up at Mitsukai with eyes that had been closed a moment earlier. “Your face matches my shirt, Mitsu.”
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 10:20 am
Mitsukai chuckled, quietly, pushing himself up into a standing position, in one gracefully fluid motion. He reached down, and pulled up the neko, easily. He was terribly light, and he was careful not to hurt his arm when he did it. He snuggled the boy slightly, nuzzling his ear when he held him closest to his body, before setting him fully on his feet.
"And what a nice shirt it is," he said, resting hands on his hips, lifting a hand and touching his face where Moroi had just touched it. He did it without noticing at first, then he lowered his hand back to his side, letting it hand loosely, so his shirt sleeve slipped over his hand and only his fingers poked out.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:13 pm
Moroi grinned as he was pulled into Mitsukai’s embrace. It was another thing that reminded him of the year earlier. All the times that the angel had carried him back to his room when he’d basically fallen asleep on his feet. Curiously, this made a light pinkish color come to the neko’s cheeks. He was unsure of exactly why he was blushing. Mitsu had probably done something like this a thousand times before. And the only feelings he felt for the boy were those of friendship, and possibly the ones of him holding the older boy as his idol. But despite the color on his face, Moroi still felt comfortable. Still liking to be with the older boy no matter what feelings he held in his conscious, and he let a small mewling noise slip from his throat, tail still flicking behind him.
“Your’s is nice, too,” Moroi replied, sounding like a small child, trying to be modest. At least somewhat. But he truly did like Mitsukai’s clothing. He himself would never be able to pull off the sophisticated look that the boy carried in his clothing and, usually, his attitude. Of course, he didn’t act the same way around Moroi. He never had. Ducking down slightly, he poked at the tip of the angel’s fingers, visible below the material on his shirt. A humored smile crossed Moroi’s face and he looked back up at Mitsukai. “Your clothes fit like mine do.” Moroi had, this time, gotten clothes that fit him better. Unfortunately, he was getting taller and nothing else, meaning that children’s sizes were slowly becoming too short for him. So he’d had to get clothes that were a bit too long and slightly loose. Including what he was currently wearing, the bottom of the shirt going past his waist, noticeably.
“Oh, yeah.” Moroi turned and looked behind both Mitsukai and himself, blinking twice. There was the aqua-haired boy who’d followed them. And seen the entire situation. Normally, this would bring a bright red color to someone’s face, but Moroi was as child-like as ever, and he figured that Mitsukai was... Well, he was himself. He was good at hiding stuff like that, it seemed. Violet eyes blinked at the boy. “Ah... Hullo?” he said unsurely, wondering why the boy had been following them without saying a thing. It was quite awkward to have someone follow you. Unnerving...
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 12:53 pm
Mitsukai smiled, unable not to. How could he not, watching the cutely innocent antics of the neko which had cause him to grow so comfortable around him, so attached to him. He was not only incredibly cute, but so nice. He felt, of course, more at ease with him than he had with anyone else, and opted to spend almost all year in his company rather than else's. He wanted to ruffle his hair, squeeze him, something, but he held himself in check, with only a brief mischevious look passing through his gaze.
"Thank you, Roi-chan," he replied, addressing him with his cute nickname. He shifted his arm so the sleeve didn't cover his entire hand, a look of slight annoyance, and his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, a flash of pink against his flesh, though it vanished quite quickly. "So they do... I usually have to roll the sleeves up, if I buy this type of shirt."
He turned as well, crimson gaze questioning. He must have been there the entire time, since they had never heard the door open or close. He would have blushed, but a nervous cough into his fist serviced the angel well. Shifting his feet slightly, he didn't say anything but his outward appearance was altered slightly, as he lifted his chin and lowered his lids, crossing arms in front of him. It was as though he had put on a mask.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:08 pm
“Huh? Wha- I spaced out there, sorry. Umm…You’re obviously students here too, right?” Bridget quickly said. He had been taken in by what he saw as such an aesthetically pleasing sight that he totally forgot that he had followed someone inside. Way to go, no go! They probably think you’re a creepy stalker or something! “Eh, I’m prone to just…spacing out like that…so…umm…are you new here as well?” he bashfully asked, rubbing the back of his head.
He could feel a large bead of sweat falling behind his head. He must really stand out now. There was a cat boy, after all. He did known that this was a school for all races, but he looked completely human. Apparently, human was a minority, or so he had heard. Again, his mind began to wander about, which he had to shake off.
He extended his hand to the two other boys, brightly flushing from embarrassment. “I’m Bridget. Bridget Myles McCullagh. May I be so bold as to ask your names?”
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 7:35 pm
Navy ears flicked backward as Moroi glanced up at his companion. A curious air glazed his child-like violet-blue eyes, reflecting his catlike nature as they did so often. Illusion-hidden tail drifted to either side at his feet, the fur unknowingly standing on end just at the base. All of this reaction was the result of Mitsukai’s personality change. Of course, he’d been in the presence of this other side of the boy on countless occasions, but they always set him on edge. He didn’t like it when the older boy did something like this. He’d done it back when they’d run into Akuma and Johnathan outside the cafeteria the year prior. And that time, it seemed the angel had lost his temper enough for anyone to be at least somewhat wary of it. Anyway, the neko had grown too used to being with this boy when he was more... Well, different. Wringing his pale hands, Moroi looked to the ground, as though thinking something over, before switching his line of sight to the boy in front of both he an Mitsukai.
“Nope, we’re not new here. It’s our second year,” he replied, holding up to fingers as though it was important to do so. Judging by the last two words of Bridget’s question, he was new to Sinful Wings. That made Moroi feel special, being more experienced at something than another person. Or more used to something. It wasn’t something he felt very often, so pride wasn’t one of the sins when used with his name. Bright eyes watched Bridget’s face until he extended a hand, which was when Moroi realized that both his were free. He didn’t like it. He was used to having one of his hands in another, whether that was his brother’s, his grandfather’s, his grandmother’s or Mitsukai’s. Though he was more used to the latter than the rest. Slipping his hand into the other boy’s, he grinned slightly. Shaking the other boy’s hand in his own, smaller one, he then let both drop. “Moroi. Moroi Aleksandr Ikshi,” Moroi replied, happily. Briefly, he wondered if Mitsukai had known his middle name. He glanced up at the older boy for a reply to what Bridget had said. “It’s nice to meet you, Bridget.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 5:05 pm
“Wa…Second years? Wow, I feel even smaller now. I mean, you look so much smaller, no offense or anything. Even your friend looks kinda young. I must seem like…a million years old….” He rambled nervously, which was easier to tell then a brightly colored billboard with neon lights reading the statement. On indication was the fact that he kept speaking with his hands, which seemed to move in every which way. His eyes kept shifting from faces, to walls to his feet which seemed to be the most interesting to him from how often he’d stare at them. His voice shook while he spoke, and he had rubbed the back of his head far too many times to be normal.
He quickly waved his hands in front of his face, with wide eyes, as if he had said something wrong. “W…Which I’m not! I mea, I’m only sixteen, not that…it’s wrong to be like a million or anything! I mean, it’s totally fine and…and…” he continued looking like he was at a loss for words. He flushed bright red, before hanging his head. “And I’m just going to stop talking and digging myself into a bigger hole now.”
He remained quiet for a few moments, again, groping for anything or everything to say. He disliked things being too quiet, but he would prefer not to make an a** of himself, so he was better ff thinking of something unrelated to say that he couldn’t make his own grave with talking about. Finally, he thought up something that seemed safe-sounding to him. “So…second years…you know where you’re going the, right? I’m utterly and undeniably lost.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 10:28 am
The doors shut heavily behind him as he entered the main hall. Passing through a small lobby and another set of doors, Sho made his way into the second hallway. He dug around his his pockets for a moment and pulled out an official-looking paper. On it was his room number, student ID number, schedule, and things of that nature. He was dorm number two.
"That's easy enough to remember," he said under his breath, glancing to the right where he saw a small silver plaque. It read '10' and under it was a little card that said 'Daniels, Matthew'. Sho assumed that dorm two would be right near the entrance to the hall, but the set-up of it all proved to be very odd. He continued along the hall's circular path until he came to it. The number two shone fancily on his door, and his own card read, 'Ito, Sho'. There was another space in the slot, but it was empty. He wondered if he was going to be in a single room.
"If that's the case, more space for me."
Out of habit, he knocked heavily on the door once. There was no reply, so he entered and closed the door softly behind him.
The room was new and neat, but rather stuffy. Gratefully he noticed a single window between the two beds and opened it. The cooling breeze of approaching autumn immediately permeated the room, and Sho took a deep breath. It was lovely. And quiet. He set his bag down at the foot of the right-side bed and then crawled onto it, closed his eyes.
He opened them and stood, stretching, resolving not to fall asleep so early, and immediately begun making himself at home.
"I'll start with the books," he said, looking over the empty shelves above his respective desk, "And then I'll move onto the clothes."
Sho was suddenly filled with a meager confidence that at least allowed him to feel at ease.
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 3:28 pm
Mitsukai listened to the conversation, with his arms still crossed firmly, until his friend grasped his hand for a moment, then just letting it go. He looked upon the new student with unease, for he didn't trust as easily as he should. So he found it better not to speak to him, but watch. It wasn't that he was mean, but that he didn't like opening up to others easily. He had a similar reaction, he recalled, upon meeting Johnathan and Akuma the previous year, and henceforth, he and Akuma still didn't get along. They were, in fact, on the very edge of almost hating one another.
"And I'm Mitsukai," he said finally, after a period of waiting for his responce. It was a bit late, and he didn't take the hand offered to him. Instead, crimson eyes filled with distrust looked the boy once over, not unkindly. "Yes," he answered, flipping hair from his eyes, "we know our way around quite a bit."
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 3:50 pm
“So, then, Moroi and Mitsukai. Heh. Kind goes together nicely. So, if you know where you’re going…uhh…this may sound kind of bold..” he began, waving his hands in front of himself in the same nervous form as before” Not that you have to or anything, I mean, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, but I was gonna ask…umm…could you show me where my dorm is. Heh, I know, it’s sad that I can’t find my way around a paper bag.” He rubbed the back of his head.
He felt useless. He didn’t know anything about the school really. The students here looked a bit younger then him too, though he didn’t look too old, and even they seemed to know their way around better. It was almost unfair, but he shouldn’t complain. There was no point in it, and no one would want to hear it anyways.
His large red eyes blinked, awaiting a response. Then his thoughts kicked in. Oh god! What if they think I’m being too bold? Or worse, what if they think I’m some moronic jerk who’s making demands! GAH! I’m coming off too strong…or not strong enough. Am I stuttering too much? Maybe I should stop playing with my shirt, or rubbing my head…
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:35 pm
Em wiggled his toes as he opened the doors to the dormitories. He had a habit of that -- wiggling his toes, that is, not opening dormitory doors. As he walked down the pale, nearly colorless hallways, he fought to remember his dormitory number. 'Oh,' he thought, 'Five. Well, that wasn't so hard, was it?'
Silence echoed around him, the air thick with unsaid confessions of years past, broken only by the smooth whirrr of his luggage wheeling and the nearly impercetable tap of his sneakers touching the ground. Nostalgia settled, and he smiled a small smile, remembering other years, other friends and other boys (after all, it's an all boy's boarding school). 'Ahh, only another year after this. Best make it count...'
The number five plaque gleamed, the card "Spencer Dowie" gleaming above "Emerson Shall".
He knocked three times heavily on the notoriously thick doors, paused to allow Spencer time to collect himself (if he was in there at all), and swung the door open, only to be greeted with the sight a one Spencer Dowie, disheveled and slightly sweaty.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 6:20 pm
Damien’s eyes snapped wide and his breath stuck in his throat when he felt Spencer’s lips on his own for the second time. Now that he hadn’t been expecting. At all. So now what was Spencer? Gay? Bi? Still straight and just feeling an impulsive spur of the moment? Nonetheless, the dance teacher was content [an understatement], with his student’s choice of actions. Putting his hands on Spencer’s shoulders, he kissed him back, the surprised expression from moments before melting away, back to the one that he usually wore. Whichever that one was. For only a short amount of time, a feeling of unparalleled bliss overtook Damien’s conscious mind. It all seemed so perfect at that time. Like everything wrong in the had been righted. Just for that moment. Until Spencer pulled back, and Damien’s hands dropped back to his sides.
“S-Spencer!” Damien called weakly after the angel, turning toward the door quick enough to make the few strands loose of his ponytail to scatter across his face. What had just-? Why did-? What was going on?1 First, he kissed Spencer, then cut it short when he remembered that the other had denied homosexuality. So, when Spencer kissed him, he expected that everything was just all fine and dandy, only for Spence to dart off without a backward glance. If only life made more sense. If only Damien had the common sense to have chased after his one-and-only friend - and student - before he was out of sight. Sighing, he lifted Spencer’s bag from it’s forgotten place on the floor. Hos and when it had gotten there was beyond anything Damien was going to try and figure out now. Walking into the hall, he let his own bag slip off his shoulder and into his hands and hoisted Spencer’s onto his back, figuring that it would be safe there, and that the other boy wouldn’t mind. Unless he had some strange phobia. Now, where was that boy’s dormitory...?
‘Oh no...’ The bag slipped from his hand and landed ungracefully, with a muffled thud, on the hardwood floor. Both his hands simultaneously made their way to his forehead. He restrained himself from collapsing against the nearest wall. Why didn’t he remember something like that? Why was he getting so worked up over forgetting something so small!? Because that would end up being a complication in life, and he was going to need to learn to control it. Taking a shaky breath, he lifted his bag off the ground and started down the hallway, looking through the names on the doors for one ‘Spencer’, hoping there was only one boy with that name in the school. Coming upon room five, nameplate reading ‘Spencer Dowie’, he had to hold back a hyperactive grin from overcoming his face. He tapped on the door with the heel of his free hand, praying that Spencer would forgive him. Or explain what had just happened. Or still want his friendship. Hell, as long as he answered the door without slamming it back in Damien’s face he would be perfectly content. ((xP Yes, I basically assumed that Em closed the door behind himself. >< Shush. I wrote it up before you posted. Or... Before I read the post. Whichever. And- So sorry for not posting for Moroi. I’m waiting for inspiration to hit while losing the skill to play uke boys. DX))
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The Pancake Conspiracy Crew
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 6:49 pm
While Damien took the time to regain his composure, the confused angel had gotten all the way down the hall to where his dorm was. He had walked this hall so many times, he had known about where his room should be. The plate read 'Spencer Dowie', probably the same one they had used last year. His hand dug into his pockets, pulling out the small key, and he quickly shoved it into it's hole. He wasn't sure exactly why he was such in a hurry, but if someone else watched him, it was as if he had five seconds to do so, or the world would blow up. But no, it was just his fear of his actions.
The boy quickly swung the door open, having quite a bit of trouble with the opening of it because his palms were so sweaty. He quickly shut the door behind him, threw his bags onto the floor, and leaned against the hard wood behind him. He closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips. The red was slowly draining from his cheeks, a single bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. After what felt like forever, but was only a few seconds, he pushed himself off, picked up his bags and placed them down on his bed. He looked around a bit, then headed into the washroom.
Two pale, shaky hands opened the tap. At first the water was warm, so he closed the hot tap and let the water run cold. He leaned down, cupping his hands together so they gathered a small pool of water for him. He spashed his face onto it, getting some of his hair wet too. At least he felt more relaxed now. He could feel his heart slow down to a usual, calm beat. He liked that beat, though with his shyness, he didn't feel it too often. He turned around, hair lifting off of his forehead for a second before settling again. His hand grabbed the towel, then gently began to dab at his face, picking up some of the water with it. Once moderately dried, he hung it back again, running a few fingers through his hair so that it stuck up a big at the front, the ends drooping down with a couple droplets of water falling from them.
Silence and peace had filled the dormroom, but was soon disturbed by a light knock on the door. Brown eyes glanced up through the door to the washroom, before his whole head stuck out the door to look at the front door. Could it be? He thought. It was worth a shot. In a way, he wanted to see Damien. He was just afraid to face the fact that he had kissed a boy willingly. Spencer walked over to the door, gently wrapping his hand around the doorknob, spinning it around, then pulling it open to reveal the other boy.
"Hey.." He said, his voice nearly inaudible. A drop of water fell from the tip of his hair, falling down on the patch of floor between his feet. "I-I'm sorry.." He whispered, eyes gazing right into those of the other. His mind began to replay the feeling of the kiss, and a small smile unconciously crawled onto his lips. With that look, he didn't look all too sorry. His eyes glanced over to the bags in his hand, and he nodded his head in comprehension. "Oh.. My bag.." He muttered, feeling as though that was the only reason he had come at all.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 7:33 pm
Sho had been laying on his back, staring at the cieling for a few minutes now. Ah, what to do. His shelves were organized, clothes-- or what little he had brought with him-- neatly packed into the chest of drawers beside his bed, and he even hung a poster that he had brought with him. He sat up, quietly glancing around. The silence was quickly intterupted by a rather loud and disturbing gurgling noise. It nearly surprised him, had he not felt it in his stomach. Sho raised an eyebrow, as if the noise had been some absurd request. He rose, crossing the room and opened his door.
The hall was as quiet as when he had first entered, and Sho wondered where on earth all of the other boys that he had seen earlier had gone. "I think..." he said to himself, turning his head to look to the left and right of him. (It wouldn't have mattered which way he'd picked, but he didn't know that at the time.) He settled for the right. "... that the cafeteria is this way."
As he walked, he counted the dorm numbers as they increased. On his way, he happened to pass by another boy, standing at the door of what Sho assumed to be his dorm, or a friend's. Sho would have nodded pleasantly to him and wished him good afternoon, had he not looked so serious. The last thing he wanted was to get involved in an awkward situation. Instead, he smiled shyly as he passed, not wanting to come off as either rude or presumptuous.
He made it to the cafetera building without hassle.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 7:49 pm
Spencer, it seemed, was in a sort of daze. He had not answered Em's entrance with any sort of greeting, but instead turned immediately to the en suite bathroom. The sound of running water filled the dorm, and he raised an eyebrow (to the best of his ability) at the closed bathroom door. 'Well,' he said, 'he does look pretty upset.'
He shrugged, and dropped his suitcase on the empty bed. A quick glance around the room reveiled nothing extrodinary -- just a plainly decorated room with the necessary studying tools, as it had been every year before. Em sighed, the faucet stopped running, and someone knocked. Spencer came and opened the door (still unresponsive to Em's presence), and looked shyly upon the arrival, who was the same man who had stood lost outside on the grounds.
Before they could converse in more than a few words, he ducked out the doorway, waving a probably unnoticed good-bye over his shoulder as he made his way down to the cafe. The way down was quiet, unnaturally so for his previous memories of energetic, rough-housing boys tumbling down the corridors. It might have been a highly respected private school, but they were all still boys, and what boy disliked a tumble now and then? (In both respects, mind.)
The cafe doors were open, and the figure of another was standing a few feet infront of him. 'Finally,' he breathed, 'human contact.'
"Hey!"
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