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 Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 6:04 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
“It’s such a stereotype to call pretty people stupid,” Jack said with a long suffering sigh. He ran a hand through his hair in a model-esque fashion, striking a pose as he did so before winking. Jack knew most people found him attractive at least marginally. Attitude had something to do with that and genetics held another key. The unusual colors would at least draw a couple of glances if for nothing else than novelty’s sake. But it was rare for anyone to make it past his personality and hang around after they’d gotten used to how he looked. Just because something was shiny and new didn’t give it staying power. He got glances, but he didn’t exactly collect admirers. Which made Kaito being there with him even more unusual. Kaito wouldn’t be swayed by looks. And their personalities clashed. Somewhere a couple of gods had to have made a bet that went wrong.
“In what circumstances does one actually eat a live snake?” Jack asked, trying and failing to picture what Kaito had described. Though… he couldn’t really picture Kaito losing to a snake either. Geeze, why couldn’t the blue eyed boy fit into a nice neat little category? He insisted on popping out of every damn box someone might shove him in. He couldn’t even tell if Kaito was lying to him, though he didn’t seem to be the kind of person to exaggerate his own exploits and abilities. He didn’t have to. He was condensed power in an unfairly appealing package. Damn, Jack really liked it.
While Kaito was still out of the room he handed over a tip and relocked the door, adding the small chain latch just in case someone tried to get in with a key. All that work going straight down the toilet because some gossipy maid saw them eating together would be more than a little annoying. He grinned when Kaito came back in and even drew the chair out to tease him. He pulled the sushi and fries to himself, shoving a plate with asparagus and steak at his companion.
“Check it out. Caffiene,” Jack announced as he pulled out the large bottle of coke. Because it was an order for one person they’d have to share a glass, but given he’d had his tongue in Kaito’s mouth on more than one occasion, he didn’t think germs were much of an issue. His eyes strayed towards the window, a bit restless. Then they lit up. “We should sneak out.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 6:22 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world  "Some stereotypes are true."Kaito informed him in a voice that could ALMOST have been called prim, although it was hard to tell as with most emotions unless he was acting and thus bringing them to the surface on purpose, only faked. At least, though, in his estimate of his appearance Jack wasn't off. It was an odd combination of physical looks and confidence, a touch of personality, that drew the eye and the attention. Kaito was not above falling to it, he was just smart enough not to let the other boy know how potent it was. His ego wouldn't let him fit through a door.
"We were in India on a buisness trip. The ambassador was making something of a joke about my father and a national delicacy."they'd all eaten the wiggling snakes, something done one of two ways. The small ones were simply ingested whole, the large ones were cut down the middle and their flesh peeled from the tail up using the blood for a sauce. Naturally his father had understood the implication. The Ambassador was replaced about a year after than when he meet a tragic accident while at sea. His father had sunk the entire cruise liner to make HIS point. Kaito carefully steered his mind away from thoughts of his father.
After having returned he traced a few more lines across the paper while Jack pulled their food and set it down in front of their respective spots, the notepad vanished almost instantly as the blue haired artist picked up his steak and fork and carefully began carving pieces off his new meal. The red-head across from him lifted a coke in a large bottle and Kaito nodded imperiously while still chewing his bite.
"Why 'sneak'?"he inquired between bites after noticing that Jack had glanced towards the window. Obviously the red-head had been sitting still for as long as he could handle it. However, Kaito had never had to sneak anywhere in his life, when he wanted to go he did. The closest he'd come to sneaking was protecting his relationship with Jack from his father. Taking another bite Kaito tipped his head slightly and watched his roommate with empty slate orbs as he waited for his response.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 6:42 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
“Politics may be more interesting than I’d realized,” Jack chuckled, looking faintly impressed. It wasn’t an exaggeration or a joke then. Kaito had eaten a live snake. Probably with the exact same expression he’d used downstairs at the table when he’d metaphorically eaten the senator alive. Jack almost felt sorry for the snake. Jack wasn’t sure he could have done the same thing. He was more likely to have looked at the offered meal, dropped it out the window, and demanded something dead, political and business relations be damned.
Jack filled the drink, tipping the glass a little to the side so it didn’t fizz over the top. It was one of the things his older brothers had passed down to him once they’d gotten tired of an impatient Jack overfilling his glass as a child and sloshing soda all over the floor. He couldn’t imagine life in a house that wasn’t crowded (which was why he’d had no problem with roommates) and wondered what childhood had been like for Kaito. Who showed you the stupid things that adults forgot? Like how to hide the evidence when you broke a dish or how to crank call an annoying neighbor? Or clear out the burnt popcorn smell from the kitchen and run water over your hand when snack time went wrong?
“Teenage rite of passage,” he answered with a grin. “If you can’t manage to sneak yourself out of somewhere, you don’t deserve to stay in. What, the idea’s never appealed to you before?” He ate the California rolls with a pair of chopsticks. He also ate the fries with the chopsticks rather than waste the time putting them down between bites. It was an odd look, but the redhead seemed happy with it. He lifted his head and met the storm colored eyes with his own. “Come on. We’re probably getting shipped back to the school in the morning. Or at least I will be. I want to take you to the boardwalk.” An amusement park built right on the beach and lit up at night with a world of neon. What wasn’t to love.
“But…” the smiled widened, “No suit. No collared shirt. No slacks. You have to go casual,” he purred.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 6:59 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world "I've always found it moderately entertaining."Kaito's voice lacked even a touch of emotion or personality. Politics had been just about ALL that had kept Kaito from finding his life far too easy. Having the level of fear and influence that his family did meant that he never had to strive for anything. So naturally he'd turned towards manipulating people much like his father. He was a fast study and had found the political arena to be a worthy place to spar. It could still end in death as the Colosseum of old as well.
The drink was poured easily, shared between them. Because he didn't generally have to fill his glasses he had no idea that the particular trick to avoid fizz was in fact a trick. He simply assumed it came out that way. It either was for him alone or presented to him. The blue haired artist accepted the glass and lifted it to take a sip of the bubbling mass within before taking another bite of his food while Jack explained why they had to sneak.
"What's the purpose? No one will stop us if we leave."granted they probably shouldn't leave together, but who would stop them? It wasn't as if the hotel staff was required to make sure their guests didn't leave and once out the doors they could simply go anywhere. Genuinely confused as to why this was some sort of sacred right, he arched an eyebrow at his roommate who was eating his fries with the chopsticks. To someone from a Japanese based family, he didn't find it as odd as eating them with the fingers.
"Very well."there was no way he couldn't give Jack anything he wanted, more so when he looked at him like that. What would he do if he realized the amount of power he held over the artist? Kaito could and would give anything to the red-head, anything in the world. He could have given him a COUNTRY of his own if he'd wanted it. It wasn't until he got the purred requirement to their putting that he really reacted.
"You mean jeans...and such? I'm not even sure I OWN a pair."Kaito blinked, setting down his fork and trying to remember if he had anything that would qualify as Casual. Given Jack had included slacks in his list...no he didn't.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 7:20 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
An honestly puzzle Kaito was oddly endearing. Jack’s desire to sneak out softened a bit. It wasn’t really that important to sneak out. He hadn’t even meant it when he’d said the words, merely latched onto them after Kaito had pointed it out. ”Heh, don’t worry about it. We don’t have to sneak.” If they just wanted to walk out it would be fine and- AND HOLY s**t HE’D JUST CHANGED HIS MIND. Jack gave an internal start. It had been so fast he hadn’t even noticed it. Jack didn’t change his mind once he’d decided on something. He’d decided to pursue Kaito and hadn’t left that alone from the moment of decision. At the school he’d decided Yukio was his designated servant and it had become a fact. When Jack decided on something, it ended up happening. The only exceptions were when distractions lead him down a different path. But being distracted and simply changing his mind because someone had seemed slightly puzzled by the idea… that wasn’t even rational.
A momentary madness. But Jack wasn’t going to go back to the idea of sneaking. It made his head hurt trying to figure out what had just happened. Alien mind control was on the list of possibilities along with Kaito being too damn hot and delayed airplane sickness.
Besides, what mattered was that Kaito had agreed to the boardwalk. Jack was instantly delighted with the plan and might have dragged Kaito out the door physically if he’d refused. Changing his mind once was more than enough for one day. For one decade even.
“So you borrow a pair from me,” he said with a shrug, smile still playing on his lips. “They’re jeans. I’m taller, but just roll up the legs a bit.” He smirked wickedly, sure Kaito would be less than thrilled with the idea and determined to see it through anyway. “I have a couple of clean outfits in my bag,” Which was presumably in the closet, taken from him at the airport. He hadn’t actually thought to look until now. ”You either wear that or get room service to send you up something from the gift shop. No business attire at the beach, Doc.” As far as he was concerned anyone who was overdressed at the beach looked like a moron.“You got me in a suit, I get you in jeans.”
He stood up and stretched, sushi and most of the fries gone. He held out a hand to Kaito, tempting him towards the closet and the kind of outfit he probably hadn't worn since he was much younger, if ever.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 9:15 am
 Self-proclaimed strongest and Leader of the Disciplinary Committee
Aizen Miheal He smiled lightly, giving a wide grin to him. "All right doc! Thanks for sharing!" He looked to Dion and took the invitation by sitting next to him. Up close he looked quite adorable to Aizen. His shota complex began to rise again but was immediately pushed down by his 'fanboy' crush on Yukio. Besides, he was here to keep Dion company, not project his shota-loving fantasies on him. "So what do you wanna talkabout?" he asked with a wide grin.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 5:41 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world "I suppose I can try...if the sneaking is so important."Kaito shrugged, not seeing what the purpose was but it seemed important to Jack. Although he offered to remove that section of the evening, which was more than Kaito had expected. A faint hint of warmth brushed his empty eyes at the offer and the fact it had been made was the reason the blue haired artist would go through with it. Even if he didn't fully understand the reasoning. Someone would actually have to care for it to count as sneaking but he supposed that part might not be important in this strange teenage rite of passage. Jack brightened and offered a pair of his own cloths to commence with the sneaking.
"Roll them?"The blue haired male's lips lifted in obvious reaction to the thought of rolling pants. Being a strict devotee of tailored suits he did NOT roll anything he owned. IT had to look quite redicoulous he was sure. Given the wicked smirk on the red-head's face he assumed his thoughts on it weren't far off the mark.
"Suddenly this sounds like a bad idea."Kaito drawled, internally wincing at the second suggestion which was wearing something from a gift shop. Had he ever worn something off the rack? Let alone something that had a stupid logo about the hotel or area? He would have fully objected had it not been for the fact that Jack was asking...and further he HAD forced him into a suit. He sighed, running a hand back through his blue strands before putting it into Jack's waiting hand. He was not going to enjoy this, but, if it made his roommate happy he could handle the situation. Then he would see to it that it never happened again.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 6:02 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack decided to drop the discussion on sneaking for the moment. He still wasn’t completely sure what had happened there and it made him a bit uneasy thinking about on it. He felt a bit like coyote in the old cartoons who could keep walking straight off the cliff as long as he didn’t look down. Consequences weren’t there if you ignored the hell out of them, right? Besides… Kaito had offered to relent for him. Maybe if both of them had changed their minds in favor of the other, it balanced things out. Ugh, headache again. Time to turn to more important matters. Like how much fun it was proving to persuade Kaito into casual wear.
“It’s where you fold the material to make it shorter,” he explained with exaggerated patience, smirking. “A popular method with hand-me-downs in particular.” You had older brothers, you got the stuff they grew out of. There wasn’t any use arguing with it and in some cases you were even pleased to be able to have something you’d been jealous of before. Jeans especially had a way of outliving their owners and until Hormel had shown up Jack didn’t remember ever actually owning new pants.
“As if I could possibly have a bad idea,” Jack purred again, finding Kaito’s reluctance made the entire process more entertaining than it had previously been. Besides, he really did think it was for the blue haired boy’s own good. Once they got to the boardwalk, Kaito would have fun, he was sure. True, he had a little trouble picturing this particular young man ever going there of his own accord, but he had Jack. It was one of the redhead’s favorite places and he just wanted to share it. It was admittedly a bit childish when he actually thought about it, but the Making Kaito Casual game had already started and he couldn’t change his mind twice.
He brushed his lips over the offered hand and pulled him over to the closet, bringing out his bag. There were enough clothing stores in the city that if Kaito really wanted they could pick up something else on the way. But it was not going to be a collared shirt and slacks. Slacks and a rollercoaster just didn’t go together in the violet eyed boy’s head. A couple of t-shirts and a blue or black set of jeans in the no-name style Jack always wore were produced. “Pick something.” He moved around Kaito so he was behind him, arms going around his waist. Hopefully Kaito wouldn’t put it off too long or Jack was going to forget why they were leaving the hotel room.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 6:18 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world "Why not just hem them?"Kaito asked archly, having never actually worn a hand-me-down. He only knew what they were because some of the families from his end of the world thought they were being great additions to society by giving away their clothing to the less fortunate. Kaito had always found it a bit ridiculous, why wear something someone else had? But he'd already agreed, if silently, so he seemed doomed to adjust the pants in the rather...interesting manner.
"You've had several, just since we've meet."The blue haired male pointed out in a dead-pan drawl as he arched an eyebrow. The number one perhaps being his draw to Kaito himself. There was no way this relationship was smart, but neither of them could back out now. A brush of pink spread across his cheeks and he slid his empty slate orbs away from the redhead when his fingers were kissed. It was embarrassingly like those stupid fairy tales, and he was no one's princess. King maybe...he might go for that one. Like kissing the pope's ring, but he doubted Jack would think of it like that.
Reluctantly the young heir was pulled across the room to where the closet held a bag that was promptly pulled out and open to produce a wide selection of cloths that certainly fit Jack's criteria for the evening. A slight edge of horror touched his eyes as he lifted up one of the t-shirts and turned it so he could look over the design. He'd yet to see Jack wear one, and truthfully given the feel of the material he wasn't sure how someone COULD. Was it supposed to be that rough?
Arms slipped around him as Jack moved behind him while he made what counted as faces, for Kaito, at the clothing laid out in front of him. He was told to pick. With a short sigh and a wary look he picked out the softer of the t-shirts, a black or grey-he couldn't tell which-affair with no designs on it. The black jeans were pulled as well as he realized he really would have to roll them. Jack was longer in the leg than he was by several inches.
"Fine then."Kaito sighed before stepping to the side and pulling out of the hold on his waist so he could set his chosen outfit to the side and start slipping free of his three piece suit. Being careful not to ruin the lines as he set the jacket down on the bed. He had clearly lost his mind that he was doing this. Whatever Jack's power over him he should figure out a way to bottle it, he'd make a fortune.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 6:44 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
“Do you know how to hem pants?” he pointed out. “Cause I sure don’t.” His mother probably did, come to think of it, but given the rate her sons had grown, she would have been hemming and re-hemming every other day if she’d tried it. Besides, they were jeans. Who hemmed jeans? It would probably look ridiculous if they even tried.
“Me? Never,” Jack scoffed, brushing the accusation away. A touch of guilt turned his head away from the blue eyes for a moment and he muttered. “Well, maybe one.” Jack made it a point not to regret things, but kissing Yukio had been stupid no matter how you looked at it. He couldn’t even remember the exact reasoning that had lead up to it except that Kaito had been walking away and Jack would have done anything to slow him down. It had backfired magnificently, but it had ended up working out, hadn’t it? He could feel Kaito there next to him, could even see the nearly invisible blush settle on the pale skin for a moment before it vanished. It was alright now, wasn’t it?
Jack had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the look on Kaito’s face when he saw the clothes. The other boy looked like he’d been sentenced for some terrible crime. Come to think of it, that wasn’t the first time he’d seen such a look on someone he was persuading into doing something he wanted. Oh well. At least on Kaito it wasn’t annoying. He debated telling Kaito the look was rather cute on him and then decided he didn’t want to visit the boardwalk with a limp.
Jack grinned and let him go, picking up the other pair of jeans and a dark violet shirt. He was less concerned with his own jacket, throwing it over the back of the chair as he turned away to strip down to his boxers. Jack was not a shy person that way, never really had been. Hell, he was only turning his back because Kaito might be more reluctant to change if the redhead was staring at him the entire time. Dark blue jeans and a loose t-shirt later, he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on sneakers. He did not have an extra pair of shoes, but the formal shoes might actually fit pretty well with the black jeans.
When he looked at the changed Kaito, he froze slightly. He hadn’t… hadn’t quite expected that kind of look to actually work so well. Maybe it was because until then he’d seen Kaito in nothing but business casual or more formal attire, but somehow the young man there with him turned even Jack’s stupid clothes into something a model had just worn right off the run way. He swallowed. “And maybe two,” he muttered, not sure if he was comfortable with Kaito being in a crowd of people looking quite that good.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 7:10 pm
 - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." Yukio had been rushed straight to the hospital. After a private surgical performance by the older sister, he was placed inside a room next to a familiar blonde and pitch-black hair males, not that he noticed. The older sister thought it'd be good that he woke up next to friends. She estimated the time that it would take him to be able to move again would be about three days, but from the way Yukio acted for the young spirit, she may have to let him be under the school roof to keep him from interrupting his recovery.
The short haired male looking female greeted the two boys with a friendly nod. "Please alert me when your friend wakes can you?""You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 7:35 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxIn the BRIGHTEST HOURxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxof my DARKEST DAYxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXxxxxXx I realizedxxxxxxxxxxxxx[sssWHAT IS WRONG WITH MExxx]▃▃▃ ▄ ▆ ▄ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
This is your captain speaking…
Dorian let out a contented breath, a flash of relief permeating his otherwise calm features. It was good to be back. Six months on tour might seem glamorous to anyone who had never tried it, but the brunette actually found himself looking forward to simple school work again. He’d been promised that after this tour he wouldn’t have to see another live stage for months. Some occasional visits to a recording studio and some publicity appearances wouldn’t be out of the question, but at least he didn’t have to travel very far for that. It just meant a couple of blown afternoons at worst.
He couldn’t help the smile that settled over his lips as he flipped through the stack of papers he was supposed to be reading and signing. Dorian took his job seriously, but he just couldn’t concentrate. He was back. That meant a lot of things, but most importantly it meant he would get to see Aizen again. He couldn’t help wondering if the dark haired boy was still mad about how he’d left.
Well, yeah, probably. Aizen was a passionate person which gave him a hell of a temper. But that was part of what had attracted Dorian to him in the first place. In a world of pretend and lies and make up and camera tricks and liars, he’d fallen head over heels for the most real boy he’d ever met. Six months should have done a lot to cool his feelings and for a while they had. Dorian had found days or even weeks when he didn’t think about black hair and blue eyes, but the closer he got to home, the more those feelings returned.
“Schedule for the next month,” his manager said, taking a seat across from him in the tiny private plane. It was the company’s property, but as their biggest money maker, Dorian was often given priority. He sighed and took the calendar, flipping through it and tucking it in his bag.
“Can I have my cell back now?” he asked as patiently as he could. “You can’t claim you’re trying to save on roaming charges anymore. I know that was bull anyway.”
His manager, a fairly pretty woman in her late 30s, frowned and handed over a cell phone. Dorian immediately flipped it open, scrolling down to the first name on the list. He stared at it with his chin on the back of his hand, a million thoughts playing through his head. What was he supposed to say? Apologize for being gone? Ask how he was? Where he was? The plane bumped along the runway as they taxied into the airport. He could be back at the school within an hour or two if everything went well. Everything was already waiting for him, having been shipped at the beginning of the school year in preparation for his return.
He finally decided on the two words he really wanted Aizen to know.
|| I’m back. -D.
Send.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 8:57 pm
Self-proclaimed strongest and Leader of the Disciplinary Committee
Aizen Miheal It has been a couple of hours and currently the night took over. A man knocked on the door, asking for entrance to the room and when it was granted, allowed the nurses to pull in a boy, unconscious without moving. While he wasn't badly damaged it seemed, his eyes filled with complete worry. Now he was focused on entertaining to boys. But instead of his normal fantasies playing out, his thoughts were more brotherly, more protective as he placed his hand firmly on the white hair boy's forehead. As the doctor asked him to inform him when he woke, he just nodded quietly. The male doctor must've sensed his worry because he pat his shoulder gently and said in a rather feminine voice that he was just really tired from the events today. " He's all right, believe that, okay?" All Aizen did was just smiled sadly. This day really sucked so far. The only bright side was just talking to Dion for a bit. A jingle on his phone interrupted his thoughts as he took out his cell, and took a peek at the message. His eyes widened in mixed emotions as everything from rage to happiness surrounded him. The message was short and sweet, a simple ' I'm back.-D.' highlighted across the screen. He was sure he blocked him from his phone list. Dorian...He knew all too well that that D. stood for Dorian. A boy who he had dated and even went as far as to do 'that' with him for several different nights. Apologizing to Dion as he left the room, he went outside the door and to an area that had a signal and redialed his number. After seeing how it got picked up, Aizen let out a soft voice, holding different emotions. "How'd you get this number?" he asked his ex.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 9:08 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxIn the BRIGHTEST HOURxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxof my DARKEST DAYxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXxxxxXx I realizedxxxxxxxxxxxxx[sssWHAT IS WRONG WITH MExxx]▃▃▃ ▄ ▆ ▄ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
The next few minutes were hell as Dorian tried to imagine the reply he would get. He held the phone tight in one hand as he gathered his things and began exiting the plane. Every five seconds he caught himself looking down at it, waiting for the screen to light up with a reply. His stomach twisted with uncertainty and anticipation and happiness and… Crap, this was the trouble with Aizen. He hadn’t even spoken to him yet and Dorian was already going crazy.
He made it down the airport hallways and was waiting to collect his luggage when the phone rang. Immediately he veered off to the side, dumping his carry-ons into a seat as he flicked the phone open. Not a text. A call. Damn, was that good or bad? The young pop star took a breath and answered on the third ring. “Aizen?”
He winced at the less than friendly response, but when he spoke his voice was easy and confident. “Well good evening to you too,” he chuckled lightly. Beside him his manager was looking impatient. She’d lost him for a moment but had doubled back to find him when he’d stopped to take the phone call. She made an exaggerated show of pointing at her watch. Dorian made a face and turned his back on her. She didn’t like his relationship with Aizen, but there wasn’t much she could do about it now that he was home. “But if you really have to know, you registered your name when you signed up for your call plan. You don’t exactly have a common name, Aizen Miheal.”
The way he said the other boy’s name was suddenly more heated, calling to mind dark bedrooms and lowered curtains and trying not to wake the neighbors. Dorian smiled, wishing he could at least see the blue eyes, read their expression.
“Where are you? At school?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 9:30 pm
Λ ι z є ɴ • Μ ι ʜ є ᴀ ʟ . [SELF-APPOINTED DISCIPLINARY LEADER]`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ "Don't act cute." he growled. The teen boy was rather angry at him at the moment, but was also happy as well. First, he was attacked by creepy supernatural people, then his new friend got a concussion after falling down steps to save him, Yukio got beaten up pretty bad it seemed. Now his ex is calling him?! What did he do to deserve all this crap?!
Granted he did deserve what he got for the molestation of his little brother, but he didn't think it was so bad as to suddenly get a call from his ex after six months. This really wasn't his day at all. "You're at the airport I'm assuming?" Aizen's voice was still soft, but slightly shaky. After all the way he said his first and last name caused small flashbacks of those heated passion days.
Going over to an empty corner, hiding his burning red face, Aizen ignored the other statement, figuring out that he should've changed his name as well. The question arose of where his location was, he just retorted in a dark tone. "Why should I tell you? You didn't give me information to where you went..."`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´  hullothar hullothar
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