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 Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 4:18 pm
Rushing across the field, Kizoku juggled the soccer ball between both of his feet. Gedda stayed at the goal, her hands held straight in front of her and her knees arched slightly. "Come on Ki-kun! You know you can't get it passed me!" Gedda laughed with a smirk upon her face. Kizoku hesitated as he juggled the ball in front of her and the goal. He was looking for the right moment to kick. However, Gedda's eyes were fierce. She wouldn't let him get away with a point this easily. Suddenly, Kizoku kicked harshly at the ball. It spun as it flitted through the air, twirling as the black and white splotches upon it seemed to blend with the motion. As Gedda noted the height of the ball, she jumped up. However, the ball went over her. And over the net. Gedda fell to the ground laughing, hysterically going on at her son's remarkable kick over the goal net. Kizoku earned an embarrassed blush on his face as his mother laughed. "Come now, Mother!" Kizoku said as she kicked at the ground, pouting due to the laugh. "Be much more civil about this!"
Gedda picked herself up from the ground and wiped away a small tear from her eye. She ran to obtain the ball and returned to him, holding the ball between the grip of her tail. "You'll get better at it, kiddo." Gedda said as she put her hand upon the boy's shoulder. "Just keep practicing. So, as a reward for all your hard work today, how about some frozen yogurt? I'm sure you wouldn't mind some. Flavor?" Kizoku frowned, but soon his face blossomed to a smile at the sound of the frozen desert. "Strawberry." he replied in a mocking tone as he stuck his tongue out towards her, knowing that she would get the same thing. "Fine." Gedda laughed as she steadily began to walk away. "Practice your kicking until I return. Okay?" Kizoku nodded his head towards her. " 'Kay, mother!" he replied with a chipper voice. But Kizoku wasn't going to practice just yet. Rather, he laid down upon the grass, sprawled out. He was tired and had practiced all afternoon. He would wait a little bit until he started to practice again.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 6:05 pm
Yasuo murmured softly to himself, recounting the items inside a plastic bag. Ito, his guardian, had fallen ill and was in need of a caretaker. Despite the clumsy man's protest, the young boy had insisted in buying the groceries. Every since his adoption to the older man, Ito had made it his job to follow, protect, watch, and stalk the boy's every move.
Frankly, Yasuo was getting rather tired of the older man's protectiveness. In fact, it was down right childish. Yasuo was no more than around 14, he had seen children his age play freely without their parents around... Though Ito Momotaro was ANYTHING but a parent. If anything, it was Yasuo who had to watch over the old man. Which he promised to do once he returned to that tiny apartment he called "home".
A 'plop' sound echoed in the empty streets which Yasuo occupied in (minus one figure at the park next to the street). Looking down, he realized an orange had fallen out of the bag.
'I wonder...' He mused.
Curiously, he lifted the plastic bag up and looked under it. Much to his dismay, there was a hole... it wasn't big, but it was enough for an orange or anything else smaller to go through it. Grumbling in annoyance, he gracefully placed the bag down. Folding the sleeves of his yukata, he sat down and looked inside the bad, and recounted the contents once more.
"Sea cucumbers, kimchi, oranges, miso...miso...miso?"
'Wait a minute...'
Grey eyes widened in shock, slowly he allowed his gaze towards the sound of something rolling. It came from the can of miso rolling down the hill of the park.
The bloody can fell from the hole!
Doing something rather uncharacteristic of him, he abandoned the plastic bag and its contents and ran after the rolling can. However, he was having much difficulty keeping his balanced proper while running down the hill.
It didn't really help that he was wearing sandals and a yukata either.
Which painfully lead to disaster. With an outburst cry of fear, Yasuo's sandal strap snapped, causing the boy to fall over with a heavy thud. With gravity as his mortal enemy, Yasuo's body rolled down the hill, never stopping or slowing down. It took all the young boy's will power not to cry in vain as he tasted the bitter grain of dirt and grass.
He always did hate nature.
Passing the can (the sole root of this nightmare), Yasuo's body continued rolling like a useless ball until the flat surface of park slowed him down to a complete stop. Groaning in pain, the greenette slowly stood up, only to fall back down... his mind too boggled and jarred from rolling downwards.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 7:18 pm
A blunt expression appeared on Kizoku as he picked himself up off the ground. Watching the other tumble, he didn't know what to do. Rather, he waited silently until the male reached the bottom. Sighing heavily, he walked over towards the other. However, he seemed to have confused the gender of the other greatly. "Why do girls always have to get themselves trouble?" was the question he murmured to himself as he forwarded himself over to the greenette. Crunching the crisp grass underfoot, Kizoku analyzed the fallen boy. He seemed rather hurt. Kizoku wanted to show sympathy, but no expression came upon his face to do so. Rather, Kizoku eyed the can to the side of him. Using the front of his foot, Kizoku stood the metal canister up to an upright position. Flexing up his foot, Kizoku kicked the can up and caught it within grip. He smirked as he had finally perfected a move his mother show him. Though, it was with a can and not a ball.
With the leering sun pressing against his face, Kizoku held up his arm to act as a visor as he bent down. "You drop your can down the hill...Than you drop yourself. I have no comment to give....Though, it would be best if you get off the grass. There are buggers crawlin' around in there in which you probably wouldn't want in your hair. Do you need assistance getting up?" Kizoku asked as his voice just came out fluidly. In truth, Kizoku did want want to help the other male up. But knowing how his mother was, she would probably scold him for not helping those in need. Plus, the height in which the victim had rolled from was pretty high. Kizoku seemed to be the only one to give assistance since know one else was around.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 8:34 pm
It took all of Yasuo's strength not to tell the bothersome person off. It wasn't like he wanted company, nor did he ask for that cynical expression the boy was giving him. Not one bit, especially the comments coming from him. Yasuo bit his tongue back and rolled over. Getting on his knees, he pushed himself off the ground and faced the rude boy. 'As if I'd accept help from someone who just hinted that I'm petrified of bugs.' He thought in irritation.
'Wait...bugs?' Cold sweat broke out and he felt his legs give out. Falling back down on his butt, he winced. Half annoyed and embarrassed that he was acting so clumsy in front of someone who he would barely call a friend.
'I doubt friendship can grow between him and I.' Thought the wry boy. Somehow that disappointed him, not that he wanted friendship from the boy, but the aspect that he might not find a friend in general. 'Not with a psychotic looking "dad" glaring at anyone who comes near me' He shuddered from the thought. He did not mind Ito's protectiveness much (it showed how much he cared), but there was a line not to cross and he preferred if his guardian would not go there.
Almost lost in thought, he hardly realized a butterfly near by until it landed on his nose.
"GAH!" He cried is surprised, flailing his arms around, trying to get away from the harmless insect. With a loud "Oomph!" as his back fell back onto the ground, the butterfly flew away. He sighed, he really did hate nature but making a fool of himself in front of someone was worse.
"It's not that I'm clumsy, rarely am I ever this way... this is what you might consider to be a bad day." He snapped. It sounded like an excuse, and maybe it was...
Reluctantly, he gathered up his bearings and give the boy standing above him an apologetic smile. The boy didn't deserve Yasuo's attitude as of now.
"I...I apologize for being rude, but I am not lying, today really is a rather... bad day. And you're quite right" Yasuo blushed in embarrassment "I would not want bugs on my person, anything but...bugs..." He finished, feeling somewhat flustered. Reverting his gaze else where, he raised his hand, expecting the other to grab it in aide.
"Thank you."
And then he realized something really funny...The stoic boy before him looked really pretty, almost like a girl. Inside he wanted to laugh, even though he himself had been mistaken as a girl one to many times.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 11:55 am
A smothered laugh escaped from Kizoku's mouth as he saw the male jump from the appearance of the butterfly using his nose as a spot to rest. However, he straightened himself as soon as the butterfly found it uncomfortable to take rest upon a flailing embodiment. Sighing, Kizoku laced his fingers with the other and used the strength in his arm to help the male to his feet. Afterwards, Kizoku quickly retracted his hand from the greenette's and returned it to his side. However, his other hand offered the can to him in hopes he would finally stop holding the darn thing. "I believe this is yours." he said with a smug voice, his gaze turned behind him in case his mother were to show. In truth, he was truly hoping for her to return. Than he would know what to do in the current situation he was in.
Straightening the soccer shirt he was wearing, his grey gaze lined over the male again. "What is your name?" was the first question to spout from his mouth. After came questions such as, "Where is your place of residence?", "Who is your guardian?" and "Do you have pain in your chest or head?". In truth, Kizoku sounded more like a medical questionnaire than an actual person. But he was just following routine. Any regular person would ask the same questions towards a victim who seemed to be in pain. The only difference was a usual person wouldn't ask them with an obnoxious attitude or so properly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 3:27 pm
Yasuo silently counted to ten. The tone coming from the boy before him sounded too smug for someone who should be concern for his well being. 'How rude.' He mentally noted.
Yasuo would pretty much appreciate the help without the boy's arrogance. Sighing, he dusted the invisible dirt of his person before accepting the can back.
"Thank you"
Just as he was about to leave, the boy's sudden questions popped out. Frankly, it startled the greenette, leaving him in stupor as he mildly blinked at the pretty boy before him.
"E-excuse me?" Furrow brows knotted together in confusion, never had anyone bothered to say such things to him out in the open, much less bluntly at all. Taking in the boy's words, he mentally calculated which course of action he should take. Well, it was simply rude for him to speak out his mind in front of a stranger. A bit disappointed that he could not relish the feeling of satisfaction in telling the boy off (curse himself for being far too polite!), he sighed once more before smiling pleasantly.
"Usually..." he started off, sounding not too perturbed by the sudden openness from the boy. "One must give out their name first before asking for others, it's mostly out of politeness and common sense..." 'Which I doubt you have any...' Keeping the rest of the sentence within his mind.
"So I'll start first, my name is Yasuo, what is your name, sir?" It sounded gentle and calm, not from someone who at the moment, was feeling hostile.
Refusing to admit defeat by answering the rest of the boy's question, Yasuo continued to smile at his expense, waiting for his 'challenger' to reply.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 4:37 pm
"A rose with thorns..." was the thought that echoed itself through the young male's mind as he stared at Yasuo. "...Well, let's see how this rose stands up to a pair of shears." Smirking at the last snippet of the thought, Kizoku easily flashed a smile of clear cleverness. "Well, madam." Kizoku started as his tongue emphasized the "madam" in a mocking tone. "My name is not important. What is important is getting you to a hospital where you can get treated. It seems as though you suffered head trauma from that quite traumatic tumble." was the reply that came to reply to Yasuo. He wasn't going to release his identity so easily. He wanted to have a little fun first. Tucking his arms one under the other, Kizoku waited for a reply, a smile not leaving his triumphant looking face.
Suddenly, a small thud caused Kizoku to look over his shoulder. A clumsy looking red-head lay upon the floor, two servings of Strawberry frozen yogurt still nestled within her outstretched hands. Kizoku immediately left the company of Yasuo and went to assist the woman. "Are you okay, mother?" questioned Kizoku as he picked up his serving of yogurt and not go to grab the woman arm to help her up. Gedda laughed as she picked herself up and floor. "I tripped over my tail." was the excuse she had to give. As she picked herself up off the floor, Gedda's eyes locked on Yasuo. "Who's the yukata-kid?" questioned Gedda as she stared. "Don't know." replied Kizoku with a muffled laugh.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 5:28 pm
Yasuo held back a gasp, utterly appalled that the punk called him a "madam". 'It's not my fault that I look like a girl, dammit!' Yasuo thought in dismay, practically upset that once again, he was ridiculed about his gender. The boy before him did not cease his words and continued to insult Yasuo... this time, he was sure this was one purpose. 'Well two can play at that!'
Peeved, Yasuo mentally labeled the boy before him miscreant. With practiced ease, he calmed down and once more kept his smile up. The urge to wipe the smug smile off the jerk's face was ever so tempting to Yasuo. Never before had he felt that way, then again he never encountered people with such an attitude as the boy before him.
'Oh how I suffer from mistaken identity.' He glowered, still displeased that even pretty boys could still mistaken him was a girl.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, the miscreant left his side to attend a fallen woman. Brows furrowed once more and he kept his mouth shut, but not his mind.
'What now? Is he gonna harass that lady too? The nerve, who ever taught that boy any manners deserves the equivalent punishment of a...a...' He pushed that thought away, slightly ashamed that he should allow his anger get the best of him. He wasn't even sure why he was acting this way...
Was this some sort of desperation for human contact? A cry for kinship?
What blasphemy! Of course not! Yasuo was fine, he had Ito, that was enough.
So why was he compelled to follow the miscreant? Maybe he wanted to help the lady too.
Or Maybe he wanted to continue the silly game he just created?
What the hell was wrong with him?!?
Sighing, Yasuo followed the boy, standing right behind him as he helped the female stranger up. His brows shot up in surprise. 'Oh... so she's his mother, well they don't look alike... but she seems much more nicer.'
Her blatant question caused Yasuo to change his mind. 'Nevermind, why do I ever bother trying to see the best in people?' His frown made it clear that not only did he hear the older woman's rude "Who's the yukata-kid" comment, but the cretin's choice of words too.
'I swear I'm gonna...' He breathed and once more smiled, presenting himself to the duo.
"Ah, I'm sorry for intruding, but your son" He directed his gaze towards the boy before back to the red-head before him "was kind enough to help me when I fell, unfortunately...when I ask for your son's name, he refused saying that taking me to the hospital was important." 'Among other things...'
He looked down, trying his best to appear shy.
"I very much appreciate his concern, but it troubles me that, well I cannot express my gratitude properly if I cannot know his name." He bowed formally as to great himself to the older lady.
"My name is Yasuo by the way."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 6:02 pm
Gedda smiled at Yasuo and nodded her head at him. She became fond of the kindness the boy had to offer to him. He seemed nothing like Kizoku in any way whatsoever. Stuffing a small spoonful of the yogurt into her mouth, she winced as the coldness surged its way over her teeth and gums. Swallowing, Gedda stuffed another spoonful into her mouth than swallowed. "Well, nice to meet you Yasuo." spoke Gedda with an uncanny motherly tone. She lightly patted Kizoku upon the head and continued. "Ki-kun helped you huh? Well, that's good to know." Gedda paused to exchange a smile with her son. "His name's Kizoku if you are wondering. But I do agree, taking you to a hospital does seem a little more important." Pausing again, Gedda scooped another spoonful into her mouth and arched her eyebrows. "But you appear to be fine. What brings you to the park anyway? Ki-kun and I were just practicing some soccer. Care to join us in a game?"
Kizoku stayed silent as his mother spoke and munched upon her frozen yogurt. He stared down at his own yogurt and noticed that it seemed to be melting. Sighing, Kizoku shoveled his down before looking up at his mother again. She seemed to be quite kind to Yasuo even though she hardly knew him. In truth, it made Kizoku bitter inside. His mother was so strange. It made him wonder why did he ever get stuck her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 6:55 pm
Yasuo quirked a brow in mild surprise, watching the mother of "Kizoku" eat and talk. Well at least he finally knew the ninny's name. The satisfying pleasure of victory surged through his veins and he allowed himself to smile as he mentally laughed like a general who just won the war by spitting at the face of his enemy. Yasuo blinked, wondering where that analogy came from.
'Weird..' He thought before returning his attention to the pair. He managed to catch the older woman's question and offer. He blushed, feeling somewhat nervous. This was probably the first he would ever be asked to accompany someone, and it was probably the only time ever. Though it was rude of him to deny her offer, he could not spend his time playing around.
No matter, how tempting it was.
Ito was still sick and he had to bring the groceries home and watch over the older man.
Oh no! The groceries!
In haste, he allowed his panicked gaze to catch a strange man getting away with the items he bought! Today was indeed a bad day. Part of him wanted to blame the two for distracting him, but he knew that it was just as much as his fault as it was their's.
'Not to mention I was the one to abandoned the items for this stupid can.' He glared at the can.
"I'm...I apologize, but I cannot stay to play..." He voice was strained, too troubled with the loss of his items and the thought of rejecting the chance to make friends.
Ha! Friends with that jerk?!?
As if!
Well maybe...
He shook that thought away, finding it too impossible for it to become reality. 'A very nightmarish reality', he mentally added before continuing.
"I unfortunately fell into the park because this can." It was dented and he remembered how well Kizoku kicked the can up, despite it being heavy and full. Kizoku was quite skilled he reluctantly admitted.
"Um... well I'm suppose to go home and watch over my caretaker, since he's sick at the moment." Yasuo scowled, remember how the older man continuously coughed as he was trying to get ready for work. Partially, Yasuo was sure Ito's work was the cause of the sickness. He sighed, it was impossible to get back home now since the things he bought were no more than stolen goods.
Once again, Yasuo blamed himself.
"But, apparently...since I accidentally left my bag of groceries behind while trying to get this can, they are no more than goods for thieves to take. I must return to the store and buy more. I...I apologize for the inconvenience I placed you two in by wasting your time."
He got ready to leave them to venture back to the market.
The only thing that irritated him was that...that...he didn't really want to leave them.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 7:18 pm
Gedda frowned that elbowed Kizoku's side with her arm. "What?" he asked hastily and Gedda tilted her head at Yasuo with symmpathic eyes. Kizoku blinked and frowned but Gedda did the gesture again. "Ow! What?" murmured Kizoku as Gedda repeated the same movement. Sighing, Kizoku spoke up. Did his mother really want to make friends that badly? "Oi." he said as he spoke. Gritting his teeth, he continued. "Would you...like me to assist you as you go to the market? I am pretty sure..." Kizoku coughed towards his mother. She just smiled as he continued. "...carrying all that stuff seems quite hard for a...madam of your stature..." Kizoku paused to stifle a laugh. "So I would be obligated to help you if I must." Gedda nodded her head with a smile, oblivious to her son's muffling laughs.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 7:46 pm
Yasuo really wanted to say no, he really really did. In fact, if he did, he would relish the satisfaction of rejecting the raven hair kid for his attitude towards him.
Too bad he did.
Yasuo wanted to strangle himself for what he was about to say.
With a strained smile he turned his gaze towards Kizoku. "Why... that would be lovely...Ki-chan was it?" If the punk could continue to call him a lady (even though Yasuo realized he had yet to correct Kizoku about his gender) then Yasuo might as well call Kizoku, Ki-chan.
Yasuo was highly disappointed that the redhead woman appointed her obnoxious son to help Yasuo rather than herself. Hiding his disappointment with his trademark pleasant smile, Yasuo began to lead the way back to the market.
"Ki-chan I hope carrying oranges won't be a daunting task for someone as small as you." Upon analysing his adversary, he realized that Kizoku was slightly shorter than him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 8:54 pm
Blushing from the embarrassing nickname as Gedda laughed hearteningly, Kizoku clicked his tongue as Gedda pushed him forward. "I can't stay here to wait for you Ki-kun." Gedda said as she turned to kick the ball up into her grip. "I'll be home. You do know where home is don't you, Ki-channnn?" Gedda asked in a mocking tone. Kizoku folded his arms but nodded his head, giving her the answer she wanted. Waving them off, Gedda began to walk. "Have a good time you two and Yasuo, make sure Ki-kun comes home safe." With that and a wink towards the greenette, Gedda stalked off.
Turning towards Yasuo, Kizoku glared. "Listen you." Kizoku said as anger reddened his face. "I was only being nice there because that woman is my mother. Don't think I will be acting like some obedient little underclassman just because you appear to be a couple more inches taller than me." With that and a stamp of his foot, Kizoku walked off. But obviously, he was walking the wrong way.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 4:09 pm
Yasuo could only falsely smile, holding back from retorting at shrimp's (ha, how he laughs) snappish tone. Instead he watched the boy carefully, fully examining him.
"Well..." Yasuo called out, his annoyance towards Kizoku dwindled as he began walking to opposite direction that Kizoku was taking. Better not to hold grudges forever, one would advise.
"I guess I'll set some things straight to you. One, I won't bother you if you don't bother me, same goes for if you treat me with respect, I will treat you with respect." That much Yasuo was willing to negotiate, it would be a shame (much begrudgingly so to admit) not getting to know the raven-haired boy as a...companion. Considering that Yasuo's circle of friends consisted of pots, tea, and flowers, a very embarrassing thing to admit.
"Two, I'm a boy...I'm serious about that, but not serious enough to strip for you." He joked, surprising himself actually. Whether it was the words itself, or the fact that he was joking, he silently wondered what brought that out in him. He coughed, allowing the thoughts to wander off rather than forcing himself to dwell on the matter.
"Three, if that so-called woman you claim to be your mother requests that you...ah... how should one put it? Assist me in my tasks, I suggest you don't go the wrong way and upset your dear mother...Ki-chan." Yasuo finally spoke with smug satisfaction, a smirk gracing his effeminate features.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 6:41 pm
Even though Kizoko had the urge to just keep on walking, his legs prevented the action. The first and last statements from Yasuo made Kizoku's anger raise to that fiery level, but the pocky boy just smiled. The smile was adverse in appearance, but nonetheless filled with malice and amazingly, tenderness. "Pity..." Kizoku said as he turned straight around, lightly padded up to Yasuo and held the taller greenette's chin between forefinger and thumb. "Such a pity..." he repeated, his eyes lightly shielded down and the same antagonizing smile still cracked on his face. "I would have enjoyed that." spoke Kizoku, a small chuckle following after. Arching his eyebrows, Kizoku opened his eyes and released his grip from the other's chin. "But never mind. I will take the offer another time."
Taking a few steps in the opposite direction, Kizoku smiled with triumph. He didn't wait for Yasuo to come following after. After that little charade, he wouldn't be surprised if the other male would exchange words with him or not. Heck, Kizoku wasn't even sure if there would be a next time. But time would certainly tell. For now, it was time to concentrate on helping Yasuo's stubborn plans to obtain groceries for his guardian.
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