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 Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 4:37 pm
"It looks disgusting." The Persian reiterated without delay, in indication to the bags of chips. Although as Hector moved about, Kazuya's eyes eventually drifted back to the junk food. He was curious, since everybody and their mothers seemed to be eating that stuff these days. If he tried some, it would be for.. Knowledge right?
Kazuya inched a hand over the covers, stopping suddenly when the other straightened out his hair. The feline had visibly tensed, fangs bared though the hiss died before it was fully developed. It was hard to tell with the Luxray, but watching Hector move over to the kitchen unit, Kazuya decided he needed to be more guarded. It was easy to slip into a comfortable feeling of relaxation in this room, especially when Hector held no discernible reason for him to be at arms. The other was friendly, if a little dense, and there was no malice or ulterior motives in his kindness. The foreign feeling gave birth to an odd mixture of wariness and carelessness. Such a person didn't exist, right? When dancing with high society wolves, there was always a selfish reason. Kazuya didn't believe one would be kind for the sake of being kind.
Besides, he was treating the Luxray like a servant, didn't Hector have anything to say to that?
Or was he just stupid?
.. That or insanely smart with a rather natural talent for acting. Was he plotting something?
Slender ears flattened against his head as the Persian's stomach rumbled again, pulling him out of his paranoid thoughts. Frown deepening, Kazuya looked at Hector's back once more before leaning fully over to fish up a bag of chips. Prying it apart with ease, his nose wrinkled momentarily as he peered into it. They really didn't look appealing, but food was, food, right? The "junk" part of "junk food" hadn't altogether settled with him yet, as the feline picked a bigger piece out before breaking it into small, bite sized pieces.
It didn't take long before Kazuya stopped breaking them up altogether, eating the chips normally and thoughtlessly as he diverted his attention to Hector. He hadn't believed the other when they said they could cook, but from the way the Luxray moved around the kitchen, it seemed clear he knew what he was doing. Even if he couldn't see, the aromatic smell was inviting and warm, and for the first time in the week, he felt at ease and at home. Food could make any place home.
"If you can cook, why do you eat at the cafeteria?"
Voice quiet to accommodate the comfortable silence that had fallen between them, decidedly devoid of hate or disinterest then, the Persian took the bowl in one hand, swirling the spoon into the broth and letting the empty bag of chips sit on his lip. He tasted it once or twice, scalding his tongue the first time but showing no signs of his blunder aside from a sharp swish of his tail that disturbed the bed sheets further. The soup was good, which came as a pleasant surprise. Once or twice the Persian had tried to cook on his own, and while he could reproduce the same smell, the food itself was almost always too salty or too bland. Kazuya just wasn't good in the kitchen, nor with house chores. In fact, he wasn't good at anything that wasn't snide remarks and hunting. He definitely wasn't good at saying thank you, either.
It didn't take long for the bowl to be emptied, and it didn't take much more for the Persian to hold it out to Hector. He kept the spoon in his hand, indicating he'd like seconds though Kazuya figured he shouldn't need to ask much more beyond that. The Persian wasn't sure what else the Luxray was good at cooking, but there seemed to be a window of hope for him now. He'd let the Luxray live [Hey, he hadn't forgotten his vow to eradicate the guy, even if he did pass out.], so long as Hector cooked for him until his trainer was free again.
"Ah..." That was right, he was forgetting something. It wasn't that he was concerned-- No, no, no. Not at all. He was just curious. "Didn't you have classes this afternoon?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 4:59 pm
Hector was very pleased, both that Kazuya was eating the soup he had made, and also by the mostly empty bag of chips that was sitting in the Persian's lap. It made the Luxray smile inwardly to know that Kazuya had at least tried them, and by the looks of it, had liked the chips enough to keep eating them. Either that, or he had just been desperate and hungry, although Hector preferred to lean towards the former reason rather than the latter.
"Ah," he answered as he took Kazuya's empty bowl from him, secretly thrilled that the Persian had liked it enough to want seconds. If there was one thing he knew he could do well, it was cook. In his spare time, that was what he enjoyed doing, although he rarely had a chance to actually make food for another person. It was a rather nice feeling to know that something he had made had been eaten - and liked - by someone other than himself. "I eat in the cafeteria because it's more entertaining there."
Hector crossed the room, pouring another helping of the soup into the bowl and padding back towards the Persian. He sat next to him on the bed again and handed the bowl to him.
"I like to watch people." he continued, feeling his cheeks turn pink, but he smiled cheerfully, giving a sort of sheepish shrug. "A strange habit, I know, but I like to see what people are like. It's fun to observe them."
Hector reached up, absently tugging on a braid as he lapsed into silence, watching the Persian carefully sip the soup. He supposed that he should have felt uncomfortable around someone like Kazuya; that he should have felt out of place, like a lesser person, but other than the fact that his hair made him feel slightly more childish than the other, something about Kazuya almost relaxed him. He smiled, his fingers twisting the braid.
"Yes, I did." he said lightly, grinning widely at the Persian. "But my excuse is that I was taking care of a sick friend."
Hector leaned closer, the grin widening. "I appreciate your concern for my well-being, however."
He moved back abruptly, however, an embarrassed smile crossing his face. Hector had noticed this earlier, when he had first picked up Kazuya and when he had fixed the Persian's hair - that growl that had risen in the Persian's throat, the visible tensing of his body.
"Sorry," he said, feeling rather sheepish. "I forgot - you like your personal space."
Hector was silent for a moment, then asked "Why were you in the cafeteria today?"
"I mean," he added hastily, his face flushing. You just...seem like the type who wouldn't eat there normally."
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 5:22 pm
Entertainment. The Luxray had mentioned that before too. Was he really that bored? Kazuya could understand people watching, picking out their habits and learning through vision rather than interaction. He did it often himself, as it was a crucial ability to be able to tell which types of people can be manipulated and which cannot. It was best to avoid the fiery and unpredictable types and those were often easiest to tell, from their confident and often jerky, sharp movements. Not appealing in the least.
Taking the new serving, Kazuya ate a little slower this time, though the bowl came back as clean as the last time. He could have kept eating, but the Persian was careful to pace himself. He knew as much that if he ate too much too suddenly, he was only going to end up feeling sick again. Gently, Kazuya set down the bowl by the bed stand before swinging his feet over the side of the bed. They had almost gone numb from being sat on-- he didn't like sitting cross legged, so the only other option was to adopt the traditional kneeling posture.
"Don't misunderstand me. I'm not worried." Kazuya frowned, glancing briefly at Hector as the Luxray moved in close, then jerked back. Oh? Was the guy actually learning? Maybe he was a tameable dog after all.
Smiling with the faintest tinge of malice, Kazuya reached over and pulled the other down abruptly. Once he could reach at a comfortable level, the Persian swiftly undid the Luxray's loose ponytail and braids, weaving his fingers expertly through the strands. They weren't terribly damaged, but they weren't in the best condition of... Ever, either. It wasn't up to his standards, but he could make do. At the very least, he could now do something about that annoying impulse he'd been repressing since he woke up.
As Kazuya worked his hand gently through the mess of hair, untangling and occasionally tugging hard to feel the Luxray react, his tail curled around on the opposite side of where Hector lay.
"Just so we're clear. We're not friends." Reaching one hand around, Kazuya lifted the other's chin a little so he had an easier time with his task. So obsessive was he when it came to keeping hair neat and tidy, he didn't seem to pay any mind to the awkwardness that might have seeped in on his victim's end.
"My trainer usually cooks for me, but he's been deployed elsewhere since last month. My cooking is subpar at best and fatal at worst, and I had no other options. Though after today, I doubt it's worth it. The cafeteria food is as bad as my own." Which was saying something.
Sweeping up the dark strands, Kazuya separated the bangs from the rest before snapping the last elastic into place. Two strands of braids was woven in to the left side, more out of absentminded whim than actually honouring Hector's previous style.
"You need a haircut and a different brand of shampoo."
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 6:04 pm
"Well, I - woah!"
The force that Kazuya used to tug on his arm was enough to have Hector fall backwards unexpectedly. He let out a somewat girlish squawk, which was cut short rather abruptly when he found himself lying on his back, his head in Kazuya's lap. The Persian's hands moved to his head, and gentle hands expertly undid his messy ponytail, working to undo the braids. Within seconds Hector's hair was loose, Kazuya's fingers sliding through the dark locks. He grinned up at the Persian.
"Just because you're in denial doesn't mean it's not true." he teased, but his expression grew serious and slightly startled as warm fingers flitted under his chin, tilting his face up. From this angle, Hector could see the look of intense concentration on the Persian's face, his dark eyes fading into a silvery grey. He was really very attractive, Hector mused, studying Kazuya with a thoughtful expression. Elegant, slender, with that head of thick, silky hair that always (well, almost always) looked immaculate. He was pretty interesting to look at.
A hard tug on his hair moved him out of his scrutinizing. Hector winced slightly, then slowly relaxed back into Kazuya's hands, letting the Persian work. It really was quite pleasant, after he got used to the sharp pulls on his hair every once in a while. Kazuya seemed to be doing it to make sure he was still awake or perhaps just because he felt like it.
"Your trainer cooks for you?" Hector said, his fingers absentmindedly flitting across the soft fur of the Persian's tail before moving across the bed to pick at the stitches of the blanket. "All the time, you mean? Do you just stay with him all the time, then?"
He let out another indignant squawk as there was another tug on his hair. Then there was a soft ping as the hairbands were snapped into place and Kazuya's voice washed over him. Hector couldn't help the grin that materialized on his face.
"I don't need a haircut." he said, reaching up to feel the top of his head, his fingers moving across the now neat braids. "But how about we make a deal? I'll cook for you if you do my hair."
It wasn't exactly that he wanted Kazuya to do his hair. But, despite the somewhat surly attitude, Hector rather liked Kazuya's quietly intense personality. And he had a feeling if he didn't do something, he probably wouldn't ever see the Persian again, and that wouldn't be any fun at all.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 9:35 pm
"Denial? I suppose the one in such a state would be you." Kazuya allowed himself to relax, though he reached out and turned Hector's head both ways so he could admire his handy work. Once satisfied, the Persian trailed his hand down, fingertips brushing the Luxray's skin as it progressed down his throat, past his shoulders, and all the way to the other's wrist. Seizing it, Kazuya's tail arched up sharply as he extracted his claws, digging painfully into the skin and deep enough to draw blood. He had given no signs of reaction when Hector grazed over his tail earlier, but it seemed that the Persian really knew how to hold a grudge.
"Yes, my trainer cooks for me. I live in his quarters so I don't have a student dorm like you do." And it is a thousand times more like a home than this sorry excuse.
His grip much stronger now that he had been properly fed and rested, Kazuya eventually retracted, bringing the wound to his mouth and lapping away the blood. He had been careful to avoid puncturing a vein or artery, interested in making Hector wince, not die. The scent of blood made him a little more docile however, and the Persian let go altogether when the wound had clotted. As if that was his final business, Kazuya fell back into the bed with a gentle plop, crossing one leg over the other and studying the ceiling. Licking a trace of blood from his lips, he scrunched up his nose.
Not the best he'd had-- or maybe he was just starting to become used to human food. The flavour was interesting though, even if he didn't take an immediate liking to it. It didn't taste like iron, not like his master's blood or the scent of the lesser prey he'd hunt.
"Oh? You're bargaining with me?" Kazuya closed his eyes, the thought twisting his lips into a taunting smile. "I think I can make you cook for me without having to give up anything on my end." He was a prince, after all. Not officially, no, but still. Even as a faux prince, he was determined to enjoy the same privileges.
Though knowing Kazuya, if the Luxray showed up every day with his hair as messy as it had been that morning, the Persian was going to throw a fit and fix it anyway.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 10:02 pm
"I'm never in denial." Hector said cheerfully, then flinched as he felt Kazuya's fingers pressing against the tender skin at his wrist. He let out a soft grunt of pain at the claws that extended, biting into his arm. Okay, perhaps he shouldn't have touched the Persian's tail earlier, but it hadn't really been on purpose; more like a quiet impulse, one that he probably should have reigned in, knowing the Persian's disposition.
Hector didn't react when the Persian drew his wrist up to his mouth, only wincing very slightly when Kazuya began lapping up the blood that was starting to drip down his arm. He hadn't expected the Persian to be quite so brash, but it was just another unexpected quirk that made him all the more interesting. He waited until Kazuya had finished, the Persian flopping down on his back on the bed, before speaking again, leaving himself resting on the Persian's leg.
"Isn't it a little lonely, though?" Hector asked, his own tail flicking upwards and curling around his hand. "Isn't staying secluded away with your trainer a little bit...I dunno, boring sometimes?"
Hector sat up, running a hand over his hair. It felt neat now, unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. "Don't you ever want to just...get out there? Do something crazy?"
Glancing over at the Persian, Hector smiled. Kazuya's eyes were closed, and there was a smirk across his face as he spoke, but he looked...relaxed. Calm. It was a nice sight, better than his usual sour expression.
"I'm sure you could make me feed you." Hector said, laughing lightly. "But this way we can both benefit from each other."
Leaning down over the Persian, Hector moved closer until his face was a mere inch away. His tongue darted out, licking off a small dot of blood that had made its way onto Kazuya's jaw and then sat back, smiling.
"So, do we have a deal?" he asked.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 10:31 pm
Lonely? Was that the feeling of pain that sometimes seized him when he sat alone? He had never thought of it that way. It was true that the Persian spent much of his time in general solitude, lurking in the darkness of the lab that lay between the two academies or sitting alone in the large suite he called home. He had never particularly craved attention nor welcomed being touched, so the idea that he might at any time have been lonely was sort of.... Insulting, maybe. If not embarrassing. Maybe for being such a proud creature, Kazuya simply didn't want to admit that he suffered from the same insecurities that 'commoners' did.
".. No, never." You wouldn't know, because you don't answer to a master. "I'm not a stray dog like you and small things don't amuse me half as much."
There was no use thinking about it. Kazuya figured he had been happy, and if unnecessary thoughts detracted from that illusion, than he wasn't going to indulge in it. What was there for him to want, anyway? He had the best food, a rich hunting ground, a lenient master, and he was allowed to do whatever he wanted.
"As I just said, I don't--" Kazuya opened his eyes when he felt the Luxray invade his personal space again, though his hiss didn't even begin before Hector moved. The Persian had jolted just the slightest bit when Hector's tongue touched him, and he jerked back sharply only after he had leaned in from reflex. With such little space between them, could anyone fault him for craving a kiss?
Yes, actually. Yes, many people could fault him.
Porcelain skin flushing a dark shade of crimson, Kazuya sat up suddenly, moving an inch or two away as he rubbed the spot Hector had touched. He probably wouldn't have overreacted so much if the Luxray hadn't made it so...... Awkward.
Seizing the boy's collar, the Persian dragged Hector over, his grip merciless as Kazuya aimed his free fist into the other's face. Once, twice, and a third time for luck. There was no electric shocks this time, just pure, unbridled violence.
"No. We. Don't."
Accenting each word with a slam of his fist, the Persian eventually lost the will to continue pounding the unfortunate Luxray, letting go and giving Hector a hefty shove to the other side of the bed.
Was the guy homo or something?
It didn't cross Kazuya's mind that what he had done before had been along a similar thread of logic. He had only been thinking on bestial instinct and the sudden switch to lust threw him off balance. The most irritating part was that it was all in his mind.
"Are you trying to piss me off on purpose, cat?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 10:44 pm
Hector enjoyed the scarlet color that flooded Kazuya's face, but his enjoyment was short lived, seeing as how the Persian's hand shot out, fingers latching onto the collar of his shirt. Within a split second Hector found himself dragged up, the Persian's fist slamming into his face. Once, twice, then a third time before he was let go and shoved roughly back to the bed. Letting out a pitiful moan, Hector raised a hand to his face, feeling the beginnings of a bruise forming on his cheek.
"Ow," he pouted, voice muffled by his hand over his mouth. "You know, you could have just told me that you needed a new punching bag."
The joke was accompanied by weak laughter that he didn't really feel. Hector's face was bright red beneath his hand, and he turned his head away from Kazuya, not wanting the Persian to see his embarrassed expression. He had finally gone too far this time. It had been different when Kazuya had been throwing electrical bolts at him, since he had just absorbed those into his body. Feeling his actual fist slamming into his face....well, that was slightly more uncomfortable than feeling as if you were swallowing lightning, believe it or not. Knowing that he had made the Persian angry - truly angry, to the point where he had been physically attacked (the electric incident in the hallway did not really count) was not exactly a happy thought in Hector's mind. In fact, it was really making him somewhat depressed. His shoulders slumped unhappily, and Hector rubbed his nose, moving to sit on his knees on the bed.
"I'm not trying anything." he mumbled finally, his eyes still diverted from the Persian. "Except maybe trying to be your friend. Why won't you let me? There's nothing wrong with letting people inside that little bubble of yours, you know."
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 11:22 pm
Believe it or not, Kazuya did have a heart. Well, of course he had one that pumped blood to keep him alive and all that fun stuff, but somewhere deep, deep down, past the suffocating layers of sadism he indulged in too often, and way past the selfish admiration of himself, he had a gate kept under lock and key that rattled from time to time. Occasionally something came out from that heavily guarded barrier, sneaking past the many armed battlements of Kazuya's interior and manifesting into something known as guilt. Then, on even rarer occasions, he would act on that feeling and attempt to right the wrong, even if more often than not, the Persian's attempts ended in comical failure.
This was one of those times, minus that sad ending. Sharp claws dug into the bedsheets, kneading on the yielding fabric as he watched Hector's form diminish quite suddenly. He could practically taste the other's sudden switch of moods, no longer enthusiastic or brimming with unrestrained kindness. Strange, he had been aiming for this sort of reaction from the beginning-- So why was he feeling guilty about it now? Kazuya said nothing, listening as his heartbeat began to slow and regulate itself. His tail curled sharply into itself, ears held low almost in anticipation.
"Why are you even trying? There are others that are on your level."
The words came quietly. Rude as they were, there was still a hint of the guilt he was feeling. This wasn't normal-- he shouldn't need to feel this way. It only served to agitate him more, and when the Persian was agitated, he wanted to vent it physically and often times cruelly.
Eventually, Kazuya regained enough of his senses to sit up. He was tempted to crawl over, pull the Luxray into his lap and hold him like his trainer used to. But that was kind of.. Homo. Besides, they were both fully grown men now, and his master had long since stopped doing those sorts of things.
The Persian did edge closer after locking away his thoughts, reaching one hand out to thread it through Hector's hair. His touch was gentle, starting along the other's jawline and rounding behind the Luxray's ear. The Persian really wasn't good with comforting people or apologies, but he remembered that Hector seemed to enjoy his touch in this manner. For a second, Kazuya felt like a tamer petting a dog. it was... Interesting.
"What are you sulking about?-- Sorry for punching you."
Kazuya had expected Hector to retaliate, although on hindsight, he probably should have known better than that. The other seemed to be a bit of a delinquent who lived for fun, but he didn't seem to like violence too much and it worked well with the guy's lack of malicious intentions. It was one of the reasons Kazuya felt so at ease. "Just... Surprised me." And it was your fault, damnit.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 11:38 pm
"There's no such thing as 'levels.'" Hector said, somewhat sulkily, his hand still covering his red face. He supposed he should move it, so that his words wouldn't come out muffled, but he was still too embarrassed, so he kept it up. "There's just 'people' in general. You're just a 'person' to me."
Letting out a soft sigh, Hector dropped his head, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It seemed as if no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried to be friendly, to be cheerful to this Persian, Kazuya absolutely did not reciprocate the same feelings back to him. He hated to admit it (he really hated to admit it), but it looked as if Kazuya really and truly hated him.
There were not many people he could say truly hated him. That one Buziel from a few years back that said he smelled funny, perhaps. Or that Nidoran's trainer that had gotten mad at him for stealing the candy she had had stashed in her room. Or even the Swellow, who had teased and mocked the younger students mercilessly until one day had unexpectedly found a bottle of ink dumped on her head. That time Hector had not even done it on purpose (he had been holding it in his hand at the time and had accidentally dropped it), but he had still gotten the brunt of the Swellow's anger, for the most part. The knowledge that Katsuya, a person he was just trying to make friends with, now hated him, utterly depressed Hector, and he sighed unhappily.
"I," he started to say,then stopped when he felt warm fingers flit over the side of his head. Hector raised his eyes, moving his gaze to the Persian. Kazuya's fingers were gentle, almost tender as they brushed first down by his neck and jaw, then up through his hair, tickling over his ear. It was a surprisingly kind gesture, and the touch of Kazuya's fingers relaxed Hector unexpectedly. It was comforting and almost familiar, and he found that he liked it. Something about the Persian relaxed him, though it seemed as if the feeling was obviously not mutual.
"I'm not sulking." Hector mumbled, feeling his face flush. "I'm just...thinking that you really must hate me, since you actually hit me. Although now you're apologizing, which is confusing me."
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 12:02 am
It seemed the Luxray didn't really understand. Oh well, it wasn't as though Kazuya expected anything much. As far as he was concerned, those of the 'lower class' were usually oblivious to their sad predicament. Then again, maybe the 'high class' were really just too wrapped up in their own thoughts and boundaries. Kazuya didn't really feel like discussing the finer aspects of their different living environments unless he had to. This wasn't the time anyway.
"I don't hate you." I just consider you a servant, does that make things better? Kazuya frowned, a little unsure what the issue was. He had beat up the guy before, so why had Hector been willing to deal with it before and not now? If anything, the Persian figured the electric shocks would have hurt more. His hand tensed just the slightest bit, curling around the dark strands before smoothing it gently back out. The situation made him feel awkward, and as usual, he was having a hard time not solving the issue with pure brute violence.
"I hit you before. Stop sulking." Brows furrowing in an expression that might have passed for worry, Kazuya slid off the bed then, standing up as he lifted his hand. He seemed to have figured the conversation was done by that point, the gentle tone in his voice replaced by one with general authority. His usual voice.
"Being insecure doesn't really suit men." Though if you're really a homo, I might let it slide. Subtext bitten back again, Kazuya frowned for a moment before seizing one of Hector's ears, feeling the soft fur for a second before tightening his hold. If he had been in any less control, the man would have tweaked it just to get his point across. Leaning down until their noses almost touched, Kazuya's expression never changed from his blank look. "I'm a Persian. We like to hunt and kill things. If you're this easily affected, I don't suggest you try being friends with me anymore."
Straightening up for the last time, Kazuya checked look around for the nearest clock. Once he read the time, the Persian took a couple steps towards the door.
"Either way. I'll see you tomorrow morning. I want a full home style breakfast, eggs raw."
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 12:14 am
Hector had really stopped listening at the "I don't hate you." The rest of the words were just meaningful nonsense, since it was the "I don't hate you" that really mattered. It was the only thing that connected in his mind, other than the fact that Kazuya's fingers really were warm and gentle as they smoothed back his hair. Then they disappeared, and the Persian stood up, his hand now moving to tug at one of his ears. Kazuya's face was close - too close, and Hector felt a red flush cross his cheeks that lingered even after the Persian straightened, moving towards the door.
"I don't hate you."
"KAZUYYYYAAAA!" Hector shouted cheerfully, flinging himself off the bed. Obviously forgetting the Persian's aversion to touching, Hector threw his arms around him, squeezing him tightly. Relief that the Persian didn't hate him was coursing through him, making him feel almost giddy. He would have hated to lose a potential friendship over something as silly as these "levels" that Kazuya had been talking about. Hector pulled back a tiny bit, grinning down at the Persian.
"Raw eggs it is." he said happily, and then leaned forward, hugging the Persian tightly again before finally letting him go.
"I'll see you at seven, then!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 12:57 am
The rest of the night passed fairly uneventfully, the feline returning to a luxuriously empty room. It had been like this for a month already, and the place was going to drown in dust if the owner didn't return home soon. Cleaning was not one of the Persian's chores, and even if he were told to, he had little idea what type of equipment he needed or where to begin. So the items, neglected and unused were left alone to rot, not seeing the light of day as all the curtains were drawn shut. He really should open the windows, and he really should call the number of the maid his master had left him-- But what he should do and what he ended up doing were very different things. Kazuya never liked having someone bustle around his territory, placing items in a haphazard sorting order that he could never figure out.
A quick shower had sapped what little energy he had regained. Even though the cat disliked water, it was mildly tolerable if the heat was scalding hot. Even with both fans on, the windows were fogged up in the mere ten minutes he had been outside, a curtain of steam trailing after as the Persian dragged himself to bed. He had been planning to sleep after his hair dried fully, although Kazuya overestimated his wakefulness and slipped under almost as soon as he hit the soft velvet sheets of his disgustingly lavish bed.
Night wore on and eventually passed to day, though the Persian was startled into consciousness at an ungodly hour of the morning. He didn't look at the clock, but merely threw off the covers and ran out of his room, down the short corridor and into the living room. Further past that, Kazuya slowed and made his way towards the hall, as silent as a shadow. He stopped a couple paces from the double doors that led into the extravagant suite. There was nobody there.
Was he hallucinating now? The Persian had been positive he had heard the familiar sound of keys and locks turning. Standing stock still, Kazuya didn't lift his gaze off the hall and the door. It showed no signs of having been open, and his sharp hearing told him that nothing was stirring down the other end. Was he sick?
A sharp pang of pain jolted him in the chest. Without thinking, the feline frowned and placed a hand over his heart. Loneliness, was it? Maybe he had been denying the idea so hard that he really was audibly hallucinating now. Like a stubborn dog that languished at the door, waiting for a master who had disappeared.
Well, he wasn't going to be like that. The Persian didn't hate his trainer, but it wasn't as though he was particularly attached either. It was simply the fact that they lived together that everything had become routine. Even at meal times, though they rarely spoke to one another-- it was normal to have someone sit with him, if not beside him then at least on the other side of the room. Kazuya was content with that. Normal was comfortable, and comfort was safety.
Walking back to his room slightly dazed, he set a hand against the milk patterned wallpaper, fingers trailing along the elegant insignias that decorated the side of the apartment suite that wasn't pure glass. Eventually he made his way back to his own room, but only to pick up his coat slash robe and draw it over himself. Clasping the belts in place, Kazuya casted a quick glance into his full length mirror. He couldn't see much in the darkness, barely making out the crescent shape of his face and the waves of hair that fell along his back. As ghost like as he was, there was simply no light to reflect. The Persian smiled, the expression a curious mixture of bitterness and relief.
There was one other place that had given him a sort of comfort too.
Five minutes later with doors locked securely behind him, Kazuya stood in front of the Luxray's door. He had checked the clock before he left and it had read 5:14 AM. There was no way Hector would be up, but it wasn't as though the Persian was thinking that far from that guy's point of view. What mattered for now was to quell the unsettled discomfort he was feeling.
Reaching one hand up, he had been about to knock before his gaze fell to the handle. It was one of those normal doors, not with the extravagantly insane locks that he had. It probably wasn't outfitted with a fingerprint and eye scan either.
Curiously, the Persian glanced down the hallway on both ends before touching the cool metal. With one elegantly shaped claw, Kazuya was pleasantly surprised to find that it didn't take more than a second to pop the lock. Turning the handle, he made a note that Hector didn't chain his door either.
Slipping through and relocking the place, Kazuya took a couple steps into the room, a slight shiver running up his spine. He had gone to sleep wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but even his prized robe did nothing to ward off the chill in the room. Why was it so cold? Did the Luxray not have heat or did he simply forget to turn it on? Maybe next time he'd just make the guy cook at his place, if it was going to be this cold as the seasons progressed steadily into winter.
Eyes searched the room, dismissing the Luxray's bed for now. Eventually he found what he was looking for and moved with more purpose, turning on the bedside lamp and peering over at Hector. He set one hand on the other's shoulder, giving him a light shake. Although he had liked the other's sleeping face, Kazuya had more important matters to tend to.
Namely, he was hungry again.
"Wake up."
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 1:15 am
After Kazuya had left his room, Hector had spent most of the rest of his evening sitting on his bed reading a book. He probably should have done something more productive, but his mind kept going a thousand different places at once, so to keep himself from going stir crazy, Hector had finally picked up the book a friend had loaned him (three months ago, to be exact) and had read it nearly to midnight. Then, yawning and sleepily pulling off his clothes, he had crawled back into bed, wearing nothing but his boxers - his normal sleepwear. Hector had fallen asleep almost immediately after that, sleeping on his side, his thick, feather-stuffed blankets pulled up to his chin, surrounded by a mass of multi-colored pillows.
Hector's dreams were not particularly good ones, nor were they particularly bad dreams. They were the kind of dreams that he often had when he had had an eventful day; blurred figures and smeared images that did not really make a whole lot of sense. He was immersed deeply in them, his breathing slow and steady, so he did not hear the lock being twisted, hear the handle being moved, the door opened. Nor did he hear the soft footsteps leading up to his bed. However, Hector did feel the gentle hand on his shoulder, the warmth that spread over his skin. Still halfway enthralled in the throes of sleep, Hector blinked blearily, his mind stuck in the cobwebs of his dreams. He flinched slightly at the bright light that suddenly fanned out over his face.
"K-Kazu...ya?" he said sleepily, his voice thick. "Is that...you?"
Yawning widely, Hector forced himself to sit up, the blankets tangling around his middle. He pushed them away irritatedly, trying to make sense of just what was going on. He'd recognized the soft voice, of course; the quiet tone mixed with a gentle demand that could only be one person.
"Kazu...ya?" Hector said again, yawning a second time as he rubbed his eye with his fist the way a cat would. "W-what're you...doing here? What time is it?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 1:30 am
If he had paid attention, Kazuya would have noted the Luxray's choice of sleep wear, but it wouldn't have come as much of a shock regardless, given that the Persian himself often slept with that little clothes. It was definitely more comfortable that way. What didn't cross Kazuya's mind was that he only slept that way because he was fully confident in his dorm's lock system. Hector probably wouldn't have ever thought that someone would just pick his lock and waltz right in.
And truthfully, no one in their right minds would, the Persian not withstanding.
"Yes, who else would it be?" Really, now. Kazuya paused briefly as his tail hitched. Wait-- that was right. Unlike him, the boy probably had a lot of friends. Or at the very least, acquaintances that he could hang out with once in a while. It was easy to forget such a thing, especially when Kazuya had only just met the guy and never taken note of him around the school.
"It's--..." Casting a glance over his shoulder, Kazuya took a second to figure out the hands of the clock. It was a little bit brighter in the room so it wasn't as impossible of a chore as it was in his own suite, much to his relief. "5:19. I'm hungry." And you, as my servant, will get up and cook something for me while I take your spot in bed because it feels invitingly warm right now.
Taking a seat at the edge, Kazuya leaned over a little as he scrutinized the other male. Was he going to get up now, or did he have to do something drastic? Either way was fine with him.
Kazuya hesitated again as something nagged at the back of the Persian's mind. Play nice, be kind. You're relying on him to keep you company and not kick you out, after all. Let him sleep.--... was the subordinate thought. The reigning thought was I'm hungry. Can't this stupid cat get up faster?
"When did you sleep?"
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