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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:39 am
So, he'd finally made it this far into ShinKami, far enough to get moved into a whole new building, and Micajah felt an odd sense of pride that he had accomplished this on his own merit.
That's right, all on his own. No 'special' help that would make it so he'd suffer even more than usual when others found out. He'd gone to classes like a normal student, taken tests and written notes down like a normal student. He'd advanced up the ladder rung by rung just like a normal student. Only into Magic and not Science, like his father had wanted.
But who cared about that right now? Micajah certainly didn't, the only thing weighing on his mind right now being the figure behind him who was going to be helping him move today. He felt a little ridiculous for asking Cane to help him move his stuff, moreso considering the state he'd been in the last time they met (and the time he asked), but there really wasn't anyone else to help.
"You know, I'm really thankful for your help today. You really didn't have to."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 12:39 pm
"No thanks needed. I like being with you." Cane's smile was large as he hefted an also large box in his arms. It seemed Micajah had replaced some of his possessions from the fire. It was filled with books and other objects. He was clearly in a good mood today, back to unnerving the blonde with long stares and loud laughs.
Striding into the barren room, the jean-clad native placed the box on the floor, where it wouldn't get in the way, and glanced around. This was an upperclassmen's dorm?
"No roommate?" Cane noted the absence of a spare bunk. He didn't know that Micajah had never had a roommate in the first place.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 1:14 pm
"Ah, yes. No roommate, we upperclassmen get our own rooms. I didn't have one back when I was in the Basic dorms either, but that was because no one came at the same time as me other then Scyeth - and he went straight to RuiZhi's side where he still stands today."
It was mostly true and partly a lie - Micajah wasn't given a roommate because of who he was and how his Father thought having someone else sleep in there with him might affect how he did things. Others couldn't be trusted, or something like that.
"If you don't mind just leaving the boxes there, I can start unpacking. It's kind of funny that I still have so much stuff after the fire - I didn't think anything would have survived. I really am thankful for your help, I don't know how long with would take me if I had to do it alone."
For the first time since they started moving Micajah actually stopped and looked back at his helper, smiling gently with a slightly flushed face. He had completely ignored the whole 'I like being with you' comment on account he was trying not to think too hard, so he just did what he could to keep this topic moving.
"But speaking of roommates too, you have one don't you? Is it hard?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 8:25 pm
"No, I'll stay. We can study after I help you unpack?" If Micajah told him to go, he would, but if he had a choice...
"Bronte is very..." Cane searched for a word, then found it with a smile and shrug, "Personable. But we respect each other's privacy. He listens to music most of the time, and sings. We always have someone to do things with, if we choose." Canaan didn't mind the company, though, he also didn't mind being alone.
Glancing at the boxes he'd brought into Micajah's room all morning, he raised an eyebrow, pushing one lightly with his foot, and smiling oddly as he glanced at Micajah. "Is that part of your cast?" Cane could see his own handwriting. "Why did you keep that, Mica?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 9:04 pm
Micajah had turned his back top put a few things away as he had been listening to Cane talk, every now and then nodding his head to agree with what the other was saying about his roommate, though when talk turned towards the contents of one of his boxes he practically jumped out of his skin before turning around and making a quick dash for said item. It quickly moved into his hand (box and all) where he tossed it onto the bed that was covered with sheets waiting to be properly put out.
"I kept those to remind myself of the ill effects of using Magic improperly. It's a hard lesson I had to learn you know, and it would be a shame if I just forget it and it ends up happening again. I may not survive a second time you know , so I want to keep these around. They may come in handy some day, you know?"
He tried his best to explain it, completely ignoring to mention why it had to be the part with the signature on it, which he mostly kept because Cane had been the only one to sign his cast. It had made him happy, and well...yeah. Just happy. Micajah was so glad his butterfly wasn't here right now (he'd trapped it outside) because otherwise it would be so many different shades of red.
"Anyway, you're welcome to stay if you really want, because I don't mind helping you study as a way to repay the favor. It's all I'm really good for, since I can't do much else. Though I can bake, but I doubt that would be appropriate to do in here. I would probably need to find a good classroom for that, one readily equipped."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 10:38 pm
"I like having you around for more than studying, Mica." Cane moved across the room to the window, opening it slightly for the butterfly hovering outside. As he grinned at the creature, he slowly turned back to Micajah, letting himself take a seat on the blonde's new bed. "You're saying 'you know' a lot. I do not know."
Cane lazily gestured to the remaining boxes, sensing that Micajah was nervous with the native touching his belongings. "I will observe as you arrange your room, then we will study."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 12:31 am
Micajah silently screamed inside as he watched Cane open the window to let Chon inside, and it flew to its Master's side before it landed on his shoulder. If he could Micajah probably would have smashed it, as so many times before, but instead he merely brushed it off as Cane probably wanting to bother him and it helped him cool down.
A little.
"Feel free to sit anywhere you want then, it shouldn't take me long. The reason for so many boxes is most of this stuff is big and bulky and takes up a lot of space."
He didn't say much more than that, only set himself to busy work getting things out of boxes and putting them here and there, and soon he was humming a pleasant melody like he'd forgotten the Native was in the room with him. It was a little off-key and not to a set tune, seeing as Micajah wasn't that good of a singer, but it seemed to indicate he was calming down.
Until he came to a small package inside of of his boxes and he remembered his company.
"!!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:00 pm
In truth, Cane had only let the little butterfly in because Chon had seemed to desire that. He'd been hovering around the window, and had flitted inside immediately to be closer to his master. Cane himself had no problem lounging on Micajah's bed, and seemed content to simply watch the boy. That is, he was content to simply watch until the blonde seemed to find something of interest.
Sitting up, the black-haired teen raised an eyebrow, and slowly got to his feet, moving closer. "What is it?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:23 pm
Micajah turned bright red (and so did Chon) as soon as Cane inquired him about whatever it was that he'd discovered, and for a brief he thought about trying to play it off like he'd seen a bug or something when he knew that wouldn't fly, there were no bugs in this room and it was practically spotless. Besides freaking out at a bug would make him seem even girlier than Cane probably already thought he was, not to mention Micajah wasn't scared of bugs, so just owning up seemed like the best idea.
"Oh, I found something that I had gotten for you for Christmas, as a thank you present for the dream catcher you gifted me with. I'm sorry it took me so long to get it to you, but since I went home it cut into my time to actually fini...er, find something you might like."
He took the aforementioned package out of the box and handed it over to Cane, his face still slightly red though he also seemed a bit more nervous than just embarrassed. The whole thing was oddly shaped, like it wasn't a square item, and as he watched the other youth open into it the blond wanted to be outside. Or in another place entirely.
The gift turned out to be a set of leather bracers, soft leather that was probably easier to work with, decorated with beading much in the style the Native Americans would have used on their clothing. One bracer shown a scene of a coyote howling at the moon while facing a cliff, the night air around him seeming to come alive with the different color beads used, while the other bracer held a proud bear moving through the woods.
" . . . "
They were the type that you tied to your arms too, no pinching snaps, and their leather ties hung in a neat bow through the last of the silver grommets acting like guides.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:36 pm
Cane stared at the objects in his hands, disgarding the wrapping paper, and let his fingers run over them. Quality leather, real materials, superb craftmanship. These were a work of art, and care. Blue eyes snapped up to meet golden hazel ones, and his voice was quiet, sure. "You made these."
A long pause, as those blazing eyes dropped again, and he simply took in the scenes. Bear. His totem. Cane shifted one of the bracers to his other hand, holding them both in one. "Help me put them on." However, when Micajah moved close enough to do so, Canaan grabbed the boy's uniform jacket with his free hand, jerking him close, then let his arm slide around his lower back, holding the blonde against his muscled body.
He kissed him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:54 pm
"Ah...is it that obvious? I tried to mimic what I'd seen before by reading books on the art of it, but -"
Micajah stopped as Cane asked for help putting them on and his cheeks blazed for a moment as he nodded, taking a step get closer, and then -
He was kissed.
Cane kissed him.
A strange feeling of lips on his own danced about inside his mind, which in turn responded by sending lightening bolts through every nerve that could have existed in his body. It was more of a strange pulse, one that made his body ache in a way that wasn't painful, but it did produce a feeling he was not familiar with at all. It was hot, despite this being such a simple open-mouthed kiss, and near to Micajah's face Chon slowly turned a lusty shade of red that resembled a rich burgundy.
" . . . "
He felt like an idiot, having his arms just hang at his sides with his eyes open, though he could peer into Cane's unwavering gaze as they stayed connected. It only made that odd feeling grow and spread across his cheeks and, almost like he was an animal following instinct, he felt his right arm move upward and his hand came to rest over the others heart. It was a steady feeling, a little beat under his fingertips, and as it all came connected Micajah simply closed his eyes and leaned more into Cane's body.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:23 pm
The gutteral noise than came from Cane's throat was a pleased one and he let the bracers go, the leather objects landing safely on the bed. The native shifted, so that his now free hand could roam down between the two boys to the front of Micajah's pants. Deepening the kiss, he left his blue eyes open, enjoying watching the blonde's face, as well as Chon, who seemed to be giving him a positive response.
This was good, very good. Cane'd been thinking about doing this since the second time they'd met. He, unlike the younger boy, knew quite well what he was feeling. "... Mica." He pulled back to grin at the blonde, his blue gaze heated. "I feel a claim to you." It was his way of saying he liked the magic student.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:45 pm
As Cane's hand moved about his body Micajah in turn trembled, his knees giving slight way beneath him though not enough to make him tumble, and the hand that held onto the front of Cane's shirt balled into a fist that seemed to be faintly trembling as well. None of it was bad, for the stupid butterfly that Micajah was cursing still floated nearby in that same hazy shade, its wings hardly moving as though it were frozen in space.
Inside Micajah's mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions, those same lightening bolts running marathons about his body causing everything to run quickly too, and when the youth was sure he couldn't take it anymore Cane seperated from him. And promptly said he claimed him.
What the hell did that mean? Did that mean Cane wanted to own him like a possession, or did he want to be better friends with him? Friends certainly didn't kiss one another, certainly not fondle one another, and Cane had done both to him at once - something he assumed not even good friends would try. In that case, did it mean Cane liked Micajah...back?
"....ah..."
He could only make that faint sound as he felt a little tear run down his cheek, followed by another, until his eyes seemed to be little rivers that flowed without any stopping. He wasn't sobbing, just merely sitting there with his eyes leaking, as the butterfly near him remained that same shade.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:01 pm
Tears didn't upset Cane. He grew up in a society where they were just another normal thing to see daily. After all, people cried when they were sad, happy, in pain, in pleasure, or just simply overwhelmed. And Chon said it was pleasure. The native was very observant and had easily picked up the butterfly's changes. Realizing that perhaps Micajah didn't understand his weird wording, he took a moment, then kissed the blonde again, gently.
"I mean, I like you. We should be each others." Cane's brows furrowed slightly as he attempted to explain clearly. "I feel our connection. You are special to me."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:09 pm
"I understood that, that's not why I'm crying."
Micajah had moved his few hand up to his face to wipe away the tears that just kept coming, the motion making him look so very childish yet kind of cute at the same time. Micajah wasn't much of a crier so this was somewhat new to him still and he had a really interesting way of dealing with it, so as he stayed holding onto Cane with his right hand and wiping away tears with his left he took a moment to think about what to say.
"I'm crying because I just thought at first you were hurting me because I ached whenever I saw you, but someone told me that meant love and then you..."
His shoulders moved up and down slightly as he took another breath, his face still tear streaked though not nearly as much. He looked up at Cane, as he'd been looking at the floor as per his habit, and he smiled despite it all.
"I like you too."
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