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 Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 12:16 am
 "Yes, sir..." he tried to feed some emotion into his reply, but all that came out was a squeak. He grabbed the umbrella like he was told and cast the shade over Zurin. Agnija, still scared stiff, kept away from the Haka. Every time he made a quick action, it left the Gehaka jumping back a pace in fear. It was awful.
He was only thankful for the long rode to the Wakahisa house. Though it was actually quicker than slower. His stomach lurched with every closing step and his heart beat faster. Perhaps, the Haka would be merciful and kill him so he didn't have to go home to his family. He knew if Zurin didn't finish him off, his mother would.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 12:58 am
 The devious smirk remained fixed on Zurin's face the rest of the way, despite his pain, eyes lighting up every time he caught a flinch or fearful shiver from the gehaka. Though as much as he enjoyed the journey, Zurin could not help but be relieved when the great house came into view around the bend.
The climb had been steep, taxing on his already weary body. He could feel the blood dripping down his ankles and pooling in his sandals with no sign of stopping, and the increasing lightness in his head was telling. As they approached the solid wooden gates Zurin cast a surreptitious glance downwards and was mildly surprised to see so much of his kimono plastered to his legs with blood.
It looked more like a war wound than a slight graze, but then Zurin was used to such exaggerations from his body. The small panel in the gates flicked open and shut briefly, the gates opening not long after as the guards recognized their liege.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 6:16 am
Agnija only tripped a few times, mainly because he wouldn't look up. He was too ashamed to look up and too frightened to of what he would see.
As they came closer to the house, the Gehaka whined feebly. What was even better was that there would be witnesses in the form of guards. They would see their master bloodied and enraged, blaming it on him in passing. Would they do anything to him? Would they hit him? The thought of running hit him again... it didn't sound half bad now.
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 12:46 am
Zurin held his head high as they walked towards the great doors of the central hall. He heard the slight noise of distress from Agnija but ignored it, nodding gracefully at the guards as they passed. They were too well trained to question the stains on his kimono, but Zurin doubted the few house servants they had left would have the same hesitance.
He greeted the head servant with another nod, ignoring the curious glance as he led the gehaka inside. "We will be taking tea in the east parlour." He called back over his shoulder, his tone allowing no room for questioning. He walked sedately through the dark halls, quietly relieved to be out of the sunlight and feeling greatly comforted by the familiar walls.((We should move this to Wakahisa House, I'll copy this post there))
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 8:33 am
 "I just want to know what makes Haka act the way they do, I've no need for a mother Arisu, thanks." Jiro glared just a moment before turning away. His pride was hurt. He hadn't expected Arisu to get ticked so quickly. "I know you didn't create this society, but they don't exactly tell the lower half of society how things work, oh almighty one." Jiro said, his voice sharpening as he began his trek away from the snotty Haka. Though, at the pace he was walking he didn't seem to be in any exact hurry to get away, but only to make the Haka realize he was being a bit to snappy for Jiro's taste and it was making him less courteous than he had hoped to feign.
As Arisu spoke with a lighter temper, Shi turned back around, his eyes glowing with the inner fury that was threatening to grow. "I don't wish you to teach me anything, now," his reply came curtly. "Not if you're like all the other Haka around here with their noses so far into the air that it's a wonder they don't see out of their chins. I had hoped to answer these questions with a little help from someone who had seen and known how the other half lived, but I suppose my answers will now have to be gleaned from my own experience, thank you."
Shi bowed slightly, though he hadn't as much honor in it as when he had first bowed. "Now that I've caused you apparent displeasure, I shall see myself away..." he said through gritted teeth. No, perhaps even if Arisu was beautiful enough he was most definitely not challenging enough. If he couldn't even attempt to have a deep conversation, Jiro wasn't about to turn, unless Arisu said something to redeem himself now.
((He's such a p***k whee ))
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 12:37 pm
For a moment, the Haka seemed stunned into silence, struck with a multitude of harsh comments--before the low, purring laughter floated from him. "Are you giving up already, Jiro? You seem to have been testing me to see if I have been worthy of your time, yet you get offended when I attempt to do the same? Come now, don't leave yet. Someone who contained even a speck of intellect would wish to see how a future husband may act within certain situations, no?"
The thin Haka seemed to be amused by the situation if anything, wooden sandles clopping as he made his way across the cobblestone streets to idly loop his arm through Jiro's. "Let us walk, shall we? Perhaps I can answer a few of your questions; then we will decide if such an arrangement will work for both of us." Truthfully, if Jiro left now, Arisu would inwardly be satisfied with the knowledge that the Gehaka wasn't nearly as determined as he had made himself to be.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 8:13 am
Jiro scowled and frowned, offended that Arisu would think he was a Gehaka who would give up so easily. "No, I'm not giving up... but I don't wish to be tantrumed at by an overzealous Haka..." he drawled. "My pride will not allow me to be scathed with scrutiny to the point which you seem to draw me, but if you think me weak it will only bring me to stronger endurance of your... petty tests..." He didn't leave, nor did he come closer, but stared with his steel grey eyes at Arisu as if thinking over his final question in his head. "You shouldn't challenge my intellect if you know what's good for you. But I shall stay..."
Jiro let Arisu loop his thin, soft arm through his and for a moment Jiro felt the warmth and silkiness of the Haka's pale skin. Starting forward idly, the tanned Gehaka replied, "If it is your wish, my lord... Have I questions? Those questions which I asked were far too complicated for you to answer... you didn't create our society, nor do you control it. For all I know you've the same station as we below you: being swept along without a reason or understanding of why life is the way it is; why Hakas are so much stronger than Gehakas if our ancestors, the Gehakas, were the ones to stay the lives of our ancestral Hakas. You would think our situations would have been reversed."
Jiro strode through the stores on Main Street, looking boredly from store to store with silence as a bedfellow for a few moments. "Which store would you like to visit? Or perhaps a garden? The river? What is your will...?" he said from the corner of his mouth, still a bit bitter at being treated as though he'd asked too much of the clearly intellectual Haka.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 10:13 am
Dark eyes rolled upward, clearly not impressed with this temper-tantrum that Jiro was throwing. "Surely, if you are so set on obtaining this knowledge, then you would stop treating me as though I'm simply another brainless Haka who wishes to dominate; I'm offering to help now, but if pride refuses to let you accept it, then perhaps you will never find the answers you seek." One hand delicately tucked a lock of his hair behind one long ear, carefully placing his feet so he would not fall, thansk to the unstable wooden sandals upon his feet. "I misunderstood your question, Jiro, though your savage tongue does make it a bit disconcerting for me to think of a suitable answer." Yes, the 'almighty Haka' was actually admitting that he had been wrong, failing to comprehend what Jiro had wanted of him.
Arisu's eyes flicked quietly from store to store, holding no interest with any of them. "My will?" He questioned, glancing at Jiro with an almost haughty air. "I wish for you to ask me what questions you had. And, if you refuse? Well, then I will certainly have my answer as to if I would be able to help you in your goal." The Haka kept his face upturned, his words silently apologizing for treating the Gehaka thoughtlessly. Arisu had never met a Gehaka that had been his equal in intellect, though he was willing to try and adapt his manner so that he would not insult Jiro again.
If he was scoffed at for trying, well...he would leave Jiro, and simply go on as though he had never met the arrogant Gehaka.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 5:40 am
Jiro let Arisu give him an earful and stood staring at him a moment, not wishing to let the Haka know that he was, in fact, right. Jiro had never been chastised for his attitude, even by his own mother. Turning his head side to side to assure that no one was really watching, but attempting to make sure that he looked as though he were simply avoiding Arisu's gaze, he turned back to the grey-eared Haka and mumbled, "Fine, I'm sorry..." a slight blush pervaded his tan cheeks, but barely showed. He wasn't at all used to apologizing. Relaxing a little he sighed a little. "I just want to know how you grew up... how you were treated... perhaps it will explain just a little more that I don't understand or don't know."
Jiro paused in front of a flower shop and took a few gold peices out of his pocket, buying a beautiful rose, he offered it to Arisu. He didn't know if it was just a gift or rather an apology present. "Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?" Jiro said lightly, his tone silkening back out to that which he had first used with Arisu. "I have gold of my own, your money is no good to me..." he offered. Jiro? Kindness? Who would have thought. ((He must have something up his sleeve.))
He thought about settling somewhere more comfortable where the two could talk, but where Arisu would be most comfortable was a mystery. He liked just sitting under some shade trees in the garden or walking along the river, but he couldn't tell which Arisu would've liked. "Shall we retire somewhere where we could talk in comfort?" Jiro offered, finally becoming fed-up with himself.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 6:55 pm
The Haka was quiet for a moment, simply twirling the parasol within his small hands, waiting for Jiro to either snap at him again, or perhaps even leave. What he was not expecting was an apology. Turquoise eyes blinked in surprise, fixing upon the broad Gehaka. Well, he certainly wouldn't make a big deal of the apology; Jiro had made it clear that he was Arisu's intellectual, therefore, Arisu would treat him as such. "Ahh, I see. Well, that's simple enough. I'll tell you." A smile flickered across his face as he accepted the rose, holding it gently so he would not damage the petals, quietly inhaling the sweet fragrance that radiated from the blossom.
"No, I am content with this. Thank you." He said quietly, offering a rather warm half-smile to the Gehaka. "For as long as I can remember as a child, I was treated with nothing but kindness..." Arisu trailed off, musing about thoughts from long ago. Arisu paused for a second, then odded. "Indeed. Is there any spot in particular that you would prefer?" He truly didn't care about the location, granted that it was quiet and secluded. Yes, the Haka was willing to try and provide the answers that Jiro wanted--especially now since he knew what it was that the Gehaka wanted.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 9:57 pm
 He wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere; he didn't have a home, no real job or anything, so he walked down Main Street slowly, taking his time and taking in all the Gehaka and Haka he saw conversing, trading, even arguing at times about prices. It was times like this he loved, people out and about, bustling with life and some new emotion that he didn't know.
He wasn't sad about it, oh no, quite the opposite. This Butterfly Gehaka was happy he was able to watch as an onlooker and hardly anything else. He did look a tad on the thin side, his hair loosing it's shine and had become dull, his sking dry looking. He knew he wasn't much to look at. That's why he was able to be an onlooker. Haka looked at him and simply shook their heads.
He paused, sitting in the shade of a nearby shop, not caring if he would get in trouble. He couldn't talk himself in or out of it, so it mattered not to him. Beside him, he sat a bag; just a small bag made out of patched up material, nothing really special, but the way he held it; like his life belonged in that bag, made it seem like it was something important.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 5:14 am
Jiro's eyes brightened a bit as the smile lighted on Arisu's face. So he hadn't displeased the Haka. For that he was thankful enough. It was so hard to apologize. The rose was beautiful against Arisu's skin, the blood red color magnified against such pale almond pallor. He listened intently, rather quietly as well considering he was usually the first to interrupt to provide his own opinion. "I wish I could say the same about my memories... I, unlike my brothers, had to work my way into mother's affections. It was a difficult task because he has a strong belief that Gehaka are inferior."
Looking at Arisu, then toward a group of trees just outside the main streets, Jiro offered his arm to lead him towards the seclusion and shade. "This way..."
"How old were you when you began your education? What were you taught?" Jiro asked on the way to the shade-trees, still very curious about the Haka's childhood.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 6:41 am
Arisu nodded thoughtfully; such treatment of Gehaka was not unexpected. It was how things had always been done, regardless of how intelligent a child was. In that sense, their 'perfect society' was flawed, but the Haka had often ignored the situation. Most were ignorant enough to see past petty faults, and for that matter, he chose to simply not get involved. He held on to Jiro's arm lightly, allowing himself to be led towards a small grove of trees. Certainly a good place for them to discuss; even if they were overheard, Arisu's status was high enough that he could nearly do whatever he damn pleased. It was the way with most Haka.
The Haka paused for a moment, something catching his eye in the shadows of a nearby shop. He did not move forward, still answering Jiro's question as his dark eyes searched the shadows. "I cannot remember exactly when I was first taught; I was very young. I took lessons for almost all of my life, and they ranged from different subjects. Caligraphy, weaving, painting, dancing...Mostly artistic subjects. Also, I learned things like math, reading, and writing. I could have learned about things like the stars even--but I was never interested..."
Arisu's eyes lit up, gleaming as he finally caught sight of the Gehaka in the shadows. "Ranzu, is that you?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:52 am
Orange eyes flicked to a voice he remembered from a few weeks ago, blinking and flicking his ears forward. He didn't say anything as he emerged from the shadows in plane sight, a bit worse for wear since the last time Arisu had seen him. He hadn't been accepted for many jobs now-a-days, finding him to dirty or not well fed enough. That was always this Gehaka's luck.
He bowed his head and then bent at the hips in a low bow, his dusty hair slipping past an equally dirty shoulder, not holding its usual shine even in the light. He looked to the other Gehaka and bowed almost as low, but not quite. He knew the other Gehaka was at a higher position than he was, he only found it polite. He moved his lips as if he were to talk, but he gave a silent, obviously furstrated, sigh and moved to that bag he clutched so dearly. He took out a parchment of paper and a brush and a small, travel sized bottle of ink that was nearly empty as he scribbled on the paper a greeting to Arisu and offered him a very, very shy, small smile.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:45 pm
 Juro smiled softly as he walked down the street, looking around almost curiously. The dark colored Gehaka had a bag strapped on one shoulder which his mate had given him to fill with fruit. Seems they had run out and his twin brother had flailed at him sense fruit was the gentalest thing for Anemane's stomach now a days. And so, he had been shooed out the door with some money and ordered to buy some bananas, peaches, plums, grapes, and strawberries.
Eh. Juro didn't mind. Gave him an excuse to get out for a walk and take a brake from the animals. Construction of the circus was still underway, but it would soon be finished. He needed to have all his animals ready by then and that was no easy task. He loved his job very much, but it was a lot of hard work all by yourself! Aw well... What could be done...?
Juro was always a rather scruffy looking thing, and today was hardly different. He wore only a pair of pants that were a deep shade of red and a matching hair tie. He himself as well as his clothes looked rather dirty and dusty from handling the animals earlier that day. His large collection of scars shown brightly against his deep purple skin, the bright sun making it that much easier to see. His wings even sported a few that healed surprisingly well. The somewhat ruggedly handsome Gehaka ignored the stares his scaring earned him and went right up to the fruit stand and started to buy what he needed. Well... Sort of...
"Afternoon! I need these." And so, he handed over a peace of paper his brother had given him. The poor Gehaka could bearly count. As strong as he obviously looked, it seems he had little brain power to speak of. At least when it came to books. Unable to read and only able to count so far he would have to trust the person selling the fruit not to cheat him. Either way, if he was, Camillia would be the one to sort things out, not him. He handed over the bag for the other to fill, smiling brightly at him. Well! Someone seemed to be quite friendly.
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