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 Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 4:48 pm
Crimson orbs closed slowly, and Damien placed both hands behind him, spreading his fingers and leaning back, letting his head fall to the point that he appeared to be staring at the ceiling. Everything Spencer said slowed when it got to Damien’s consciousness. Rather than being in the present time and place, he was off in his own world, walking slowly through halls of his own memories. Surprisingly, this was how Damien actually felt about this. It felt to him as though he were walking down a dimly lit hallway, the walls covered in moving pictures. One depicting Damien sitting on the sidewalk, staring up at Spencer in confusion. Another had the two of them standing at the very tip top of the stairs, gazing into each other’s eyes. And somehow, as he walked this maze of memories, he was seeing them from his own point-of-view as well as from a third-person’s. Truly an odd thing to have happen.
So, of course, it was at that time that he realized he’d gotten lost. There were things that he couldn’t pull back up, that he’d left behind him in his trip through his mind. Sad, glazed-over eyes opened a crack, and he watched the ceiling, as though he was waiting for something to happen. Waiting for something amazing to happen. Actually, he kind of was. But staring at the ceiling wasn’t going to help him in that matter. His eyes shifted in Spencer’s direction, without moving any part of the rest of his body, and giving no sign that he was looking at the boy. Spencer was still sitting beside him, no doubt wondering if his little explanation had worked. It had, but not completely.
This usually happened, but he hadn’t wanted it to happen this time. Not at all. Rather than forgetting bits of conversation, or where they had been going, his mind had cut out every scrap of remembrance he’d had of he and Spencer’s first kiss, as well as the second one. He remember standing at the top of the stairs, wondering why Spencer hadn’t let go, and then the boy was looking scared, slipping past Damien to dart down the hall, retreating to the safety of his dormitory. Everything else was still in tact. Running into the boy, tripping over the stairs, being confused as a third party left the dorm room Spencer had slipped into only moments before.
The dance teacher looked toward his ‘friend’, almost no expression on his face. He felt that, maybe, just maybe, he should make it up to Spencer for forgetting. Or at least, he should make it up to himself. He put himself back in an upright sitting position, putting both his hands on what there was of a place between the two of them. He blinked once, his eyes going to the angel’s wings before back to the other’s face. A smile sliding onto his face, he lifted one of his hands and placed it to the side of Spencer’s face, pulling the other in and leaning in himself until they were merely a finger’s breadth apart. For a moment, he just looked into those deep brown eyes, before he let his eyes fall shut. Moving only a slight bit forward, he let his lips press softly against Spencer’s, allowing his mind to drift and dance in the light of happiness that was sent through him with such a simple touch. ((Hmm... Pancake, maybe you should make a dormroom thread for Spence, eh? xD;; Oh, yeah: Joy to the world!! I finally posted. >w<))
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 2:32 pm
Mitsukai sighed deeply, a deep exhale of breath that sounded impaitent, but if one were to really contemplate the meaning of it, would find that it was more lonely and wistful. He hated being this way around strangers, like cold glass, hard, but brittle enough to break under pressure, rather than the person he really was. This boy seemed friendly, though, and he figured that he could, at least, put up with him until he was situated. And doing good things for others was good for the spirit. . . or so he was told.
"The teachers?" he replied, with a blink of his lovely crimson eyes, lashes resting on his cheek for a second before lifting again to reveal slightly arrogent, yet kind eyes. He also was fearful of rejection, or more so of being laughed at, made a fool of. This is how he began to place himself above everyone, as though he found it mandatory to make up what he didn't have in money and friends, with his own defensive attitude. When others came around him, he shut up tight, like his real personality was nothing more than an everchanging pandora box.
He shrugged, lightly, in a gracefully uncaring motion. "They're alright. I don't know many of the teachers, but perhaps we'll get to see more of them this year. We might even get a class together or something," he added, though the last part was a slip. Had he really said something like that? Not only was the remark terribly friendly, but sounded as though he were actually reaching out to someone other than Moroi. He could not stand for that to happen.
He squeezed Moroi's hand in his own, attention torn back to what seemed to be a bothered little neko. He wanted to place a kiss upon the top of his neko-eared head, but he was afraid of what the others would think. They would probably call him gay or something. . . and that sort of thing bothered him. Homosexuality would not help his self-image. He could never be gay anyway. . .
And that thought surfaced things in his mind that made him sudder. Things about that long, terrible summer he never again cared to recall, though it was fresh in his mind as though it happened the day before. It plagued his dreams almost nightly, so it was though it actually had.
'Kai-chaaan. . .' the voice was provocatively whiney, more like a streching cat than a childish whimper. A cold hand, like a long legged spider, crawled up the exposed, fleshing calf, and-
He blinked, and completely attempted to ignore this. "Roi-chan. . . ?" he murmured. "Is there something the matter?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 4:06 pm
Moroi’s ears twitched in their set-back position, the small boy still feeling the strange effects of what the boy had said, having never felt something like this before. It came close to how he felt when he learned that he’d been abandoned, when he learned that his parents weren’t coming back for him when they’d left him at the orphanage. Looking back on that time, he was surprised that he hadn’t realized that sooner. Before they’d left him there, they hadn’t been treating him like a true child. They were treating him like something was wrong with him, locking him in his room whenever they had company. It was the worst feeling in the world, not being wanted.
Moroi looked up from the floor, and immediately thought that he was looking into a mirror. But, blinking a few times, he figured out that the face so like his was actually different. A different eye color, as well as the fact that he had wings on his head, that blended well with his hair. ‘I'm sorry for what he said. I don't like him. He keeps following me.’ Hearing this eased the heavy emotions in the young neko boy and he watched the, surprisingly, smaller boy skip away from them, catching up with the one who was carrying his suitcase. That was better. That was much better.
At Mitsukai’s question, his ears flicked back to their erect position and he stared up at the older boy through violet-blue eyes. In reply to the other squeezing his hand, his tail tightened a slight bit around his friend’s wrist, though letting it loosen after that. “I’m fine, Mitsu-san,” Moroi said softly, still watching the older boy. The back of his mind was thinking that he should watch where he was going, lest he run into something or trip over something, but his conscious mind was still stuck on how Mitsukai was acting. It was different. Strange. He didn’t like it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:00 pm
Bridget blinked listening intently to Mitsukai. He beamed gingerly. “Yeah! A class together would rule! You, Moroi and me! We could like…help each other with work and send notes and stuff. I mean, that’s the kind of thing that people did in my old school, and some people looked like they were having a great time and such, but then again, you might not be into that kinda thing, but hey, there’s a first time for everything right?” he rambled again. It was a less nervous one, mind you, but it was a ramble none that less.
He seemed even more content then ever. He even swung his arms enough to be noticed, but not to hit anyone. He giggled a bit. “ Wow! I was all worried that people her would be all freakin’ and stuff, you know, not the helpful type. To be honest, I was a bit nervous to come here myself. I mean, I’d never been to an ALL boy school. At least no one will mistake me for a girl though.” He nodded, still cheerful.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 4:45 pm
(( I didn't realize that Lapis had posted. =3 Thats what I was kind of waiting on. . . I'm such a slacker. DX ))
"I suppose," replied the angel with uncertainty. He had no idea, in truth, what people did at school. He usually kept to his studies, in order to complete his new found dream of medicinal studies, but if that pleased the new, hyper-active boy, he would do so for the time being. He feared the boy attempting to get to close to him, or even to Moroi, which bothered him more than it should have. He would rather die than have him stolen away from him, something precious and close to his somewhat frozed heart.
"So whats your room number, so we can help you find it?" he prodded, eager to get the boy to his room, so that the two of them could get to theirs and put their things down. The bags grew heavier every moment. He rested his free hand on Moroi's navy head, then slid slender fingers through the tangles of hair he had created by his affectionate rubbing. It was a show of affection, and he wished to lean down and perhaps plant a kiss between his ears. Was this brotherly at all? He liked to attempt to convince himself so, even if it wasn't.
"Moroi and I are rooming together," he told the boy, his tone protectively firm, though he doubted that the other boy would detect it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 7:13 pm
“Aa. It would be very neat!” Moroi replied to Bridget’s rambling, waiting until Mitsukai had said something to actually reply. “I don’t know much about what people school, though. I’ve only been going to school for one year, ‘cause I had nowhere to go to school back home. I only know what Mitsukai and I do, and I don’t think that we usually do the same things other kids do.” Moroi let a smile slip onto his face at that. He knew that he and Mitsu did things far different than other kids in school, and he knew that from seeing the others. They were... Not as close, he could say. ‘Not many of them, at least,’ he thought, recalling random events from the year before. Mitsukai carrying him back to the room after he’d basically passed out beside the boy; having to tell his elder that he was liked more than the shrimp; being forced to take a shower...
Violet-blue eyes blinked sharply as he felt the fingers slip through his navy hair. Against his will, he felt his eyes drift half-shut, and a soft purring slipped from his throat. Ah, the irritating neko-half of his species. It gave him the feeling that he was almost always tired, and he couldn’t really resist purring whenever he was pet, scratched behind the ears, or scratched in any other way that cats seemed to like. That, and he doubted he would get along with cats themselves, or other neko-jinns. Given the only thing he really knew was reading, he had read up on things about cats as well as anything else he could get his hands on. And he knew how territorial cats could get at times. Would that mean that he would end up possessive of Mitsukai in the presence of another neko...? Nah. That was a silly thought.
It was only when he didn’t lift his foot high enough to make the next step, and stumbled forward, knocking out of his little trance. Shaking his head, he figured that he had practically fallen asleep on his feet. Again. And hadn’t caught what Mitsukai had next said, but he didn’t really think that it had been too important. At least, he hoped not. A small smile re-graced his face as he stayed in pace with the angel, tail tightening a small bit around the boy’s wrist. It was amazing his illusion hadn’t faded. But that’s what you get for practicing. Superior quality. Perfection. ((Gah!! >w< Roi’s so cyute!!))
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 3:07 pm
(( I wanna get to the dorms. . . D: ))
Mitsukai started very slightly, and it wouldn't have been noticed at all unless one was touching him in order to feel the tightening of his faint yet existant muscules. He relaxed quickly, recognizing it to only be the possessive pressure of the invisible neko tail curled about his wrist like the cuff of a fuzzy navy sleeve. He smiled softly to himself, enjoying the familiar feel of this small action, but the smile was quickly vanquished, he hoped, before it had become noticable to their new companion.
He looked expectantly at the talkative boy, eager to get to their room, yet feeling anchored to his promise to help him find his own room. He sighed, looking to Moroi for the umpteenth time, and tried not to look too boredly arrogent. He hated being this way around others, yet couldn't seem to help it.
"I'm getting tired," he prodded, for the sake of getting to their room sooner.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:15 am
Kaori left the gym some time later. He showered off and changed back into his skirt and blouse and then headed back to the dorms. He stopped in the hall way and turned around in a small circle. "Shoot!" He looked around and touched a random guy's arm. "Can you help me? I'm new and I don't remember how to get back to my room."
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 8:14 pm
Violet eyes slowly drifted open as Akiva arose from his refreshing siesta. He sat up on the little bed, stretched his thin limbs, and yawned loudly. "Why is it that you always wake up tireder from a nap than when you first went to sleep," he wondered. A casual glance in the direction gave him a shock as realized that the sky was dyed an orange-red-pinkish color. He must have been sleeping for at least four hours, if not five. "Let it not be said that Zwi Emerick don't know how to nap," He murmured to himself. Still drowsy, Akiva slowly stumbled out of his dormroom, the thought of food (preferably sugary) preying on his young mind. After he memorized his dorm number, he set off in what he fervently hoped was the direction of the kitchen. Or vending machine room. Or something.
Akiva slowly waked through the empty hallway, the muted colors adding fuel to his sleepiness. He wondered why this whole school seemed to be colored in grey and black. "Hmm, I wonder if my dormroom sharer will let me paint our room neon colors. That'd be pretty, and maybe other people will paint their rooms pretty, too, and then this whole school will be all bright and coloryful!! THe thought of a technicolor school put a small smile on Akiva's face, and he began to skip down the hallway. But, what if my dornmate won't let me paint our room? What if it's a really depressed kid that hates color? What if it's Mean Brown-haired Guy? Well, if that's the case, then I'll just paint my side and if he don't like it, I'll sleep in a tree. So HA!" As his mind rambled on and on, Akiva watched the dorm numbers steadily decrease, like a countdown for a rocket ship! He had always liked rocket ships; they could fly higher than anything, even him! They could even fly all the way to the moon! "One day," Akiva vowed to himself, " I'm gonna fly up to the moon like a rocket, and I'll play hide-and-seek with the moon men, and I'll eat lots of cheese, and then I'll fly back and paint my room neon!"
Akiva was so absorbed in his plot to play with the moon men that he didn't notice a tall man standing just outside a dormroom. He plowed smack dab into him at around seven miles an hour. He landed on the floor with a loud UMPH! and rubbed his head, apologies already formng in his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't see you. I was planning to go see....the.....moon....me.." His expalnation died on his lips as he gazed up at the man he had hit. He was ginormous. Akiva had to lean almost all the way back just to see his head. The giant had funny-looking blue eyes, and his hair was bumblebee colored. Akiva rose slowly, never removing his violet eyes from the giant. Then he quickly flew up to the giant's head, and sat himself upon his shoulders, looking at the bumblebee hair intently. Why is your hair bumblebee colored? Were you born that way? I was born with blue hair, see?" Akiva dangled a piece of his periwinkle hair in front of the giant's face, oblivious to the fact that his actions could prove annoying.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 5:49 pm
“Hai, hai!” Moroi called out cutely, his tail sliding off Mitsukai’s hand before it swished innocently behind him. He let his hand out of the elder’s hand, seeming not-at-all effected by leaving his friend. Truly, though, it made him sad somewhere inside. He didn’t like being away from the other boy at all really, saying as how he was practically Mitsukai’s shadow through the year, and was found curled up on his bed half the time. Really, he was just like his cat relations. A sweet little thing that loved just being able to curl up with their closest friend and fall asleep. Which was what he seemed to do a lot.
The hyperactive neko skipped to stand in front of Bridget and grabbed the boy’s hand, pulling him forward while Moroi himself skipped backward. It was his own way of telling the other one to hurry up, whether he wanted to actually be alone with Mitsukai or he wanted the other to get to his room. Letting Bridget’s hand go, he continued backward. That was, until they hit the next landing. Expecting a step, he lifted his foot just a bit too high, and stepped down. His foot didn’t meet when he expected, and he stumbled, before falling backward completely, his head hitting the wall with a crack. The small boy cried out slightly, pulling his knees up to his chest. He put his hands on either side of his head, tangling them in his own hair and burying his head in his lap.
‘Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry,’ Moroi chanted mentally, even though there was such a throbbing pain shooting through his head that he could barely hear his own thoughts. ‘You’re too old to cry. Please don’t cry. You’re fine, don’t cry...’ He whimpered slightly, and used the wall to pull himself up off the ground. The entire world flipped backward, and he fell against the stone for support. Taking a slow, deep breaths, he wandered to Mitsukai’s side, leaning, now, against the angel, though he still tried to hold himself up. The young one’s eyes were watery. Again. He felt foolish, for crying over so many things.
“Let’s get to the hallway without anymore mishaps, hmm?” Moroi suggested, chuckling softly to himself. That tail once again wrapped itself loosely around Mitsukai’s wrist and- ((xP Happy? Dx Oww... Poor 'Roi. >< ~very curious to see Mitsukai's reaction~))
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 8:27 pm
“Me?” the man questioned, sounding as though Spencer should know who he was. “I’m Trent, but you’ll probably know me as Mr. Mathers. I’m the astronomy teacher. Found your boyfriend in a college party and decided to bring him back ‘fore he drunk himself into a coma,” he said with a weak smile. It was the truth, at least.
“Anyway.” He looked at a small, black watch on his wrist. “About time I get going. Keep this away from him, and... I’ll check up on the two of you tomorrow, then.” Trent had handed off the paper-bagged bottle and smiled slightly. He waved in farewell and turned, walking back down the hall. That is, until he was ran smack into a... Boy? Angel boy? Well, he did have wings, just as Spencer had, but he was wondering whether the boy was an angel, or something else. He was a cute little thing, small body with wide, violet eyes. Tre tilted his head as the boy’s sentence faded, and he blinked in confusion, looking around himself before the small one jumped up from the ground and landed about his shoulders.
“Nah, I wasn’t born with bumblebee colored hair!” the teacher replied, sounding like an aghast little boy, as though the suggestion was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. That was Tre in a nutshell. He was all calm, cool, and collected around people his own age, and turned into a child himself when he was with ones who acted like children. It was easy for him to carry Akiva, after all, he didn’t weigh that much. He reached back and tugged lightly on one of the wings blended with Akiva’s hair. It was soft, and felt interesting between his fingers, but so not to bother the boy, he let his hand down. “Aw, really?! Gosh, you’re so lucky. I was only born with plain old black hair, but my old girlfriend? She put stuff in my hair to change it’s colors while I was asleep. I got kinda mad, but it looks pretty neat now, huh?” ((Yup. xP Reposted from Dai and Spence's thread))
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 10:29 am
Kaori bit his lip as he looked around the hall, trying to find room number twelve. He looked up and down the hall, but couldn’t see his number. He took a few steeps down the hall and s bright smile appeared on his face as he finally found his room. Once inside, Kaori decided to change into one of his kimonos; a colorful one in hopes that it might draw some attention to him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 4:57 pm
Upon the impact of his neko friend's head with the wall, Mitsukai moved a bit, lifting his hands and eyes widening, as if he were going to lurch forward and take the neko into the safety of his arms, but he did not, for further actions from the other stilled him momentarily. He felt an unfamilar pang in his stomach, like someone has grasped it, or his heart perhaps, with both hands and squeezed it like a grape. It was weird. He often found Moroi's clumsy actions cute, but when they actually ended in the young boy hurting himself, Mitsukai was reverted to worrying and fretting over someone other than himself, which he hated.
Liquid tears in the other's large eyes, even accompanied with a laugh that was perhaps meant to calm him, just made him worry more, and he pitched forward with sudden movement that caused his hair to swish about his ears, he grasped the boy in pale arms, and hugged him with a motherly tenderness he could summon from himself for no one but him. Motherly was a adjective that he would under no circumstance use for himself, but this was a situation where such an odd word would spring forth and fall uneasily into place like a soggy puzzle piece.
The protectiveness that he was familiar with when it concerned the neko, he held him there, for a long moment, to comfort him mostly, but there was a selfishness that kept him there for a moment longer, a selfishness that many possessed and were able to name, but he refused to call attention to for fear of summoning from him something more than he wanted to give. A piece of him that he kept protected, seperated from him like a ghost yet it was evidently a treasure he held dear. More precious than his memories, and even his own life, and he would die for it, undeniably.
But he wanted to hand it to him on a silver platter, to do with what he wish, whether he covet it like a lover or play with it like a child, it mattered not. None of this mattered, and perhaps that startled him all the more.
The hug had stopped their walking, and the tail had fallen from his arm without fanfare, and they stayed that way for the longest time, caring not for the boy, Bridget, who stood with them. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice containing a note of gruffness that his princelyness wasn't familiar with and didn't at all like. He cleared his throat, and was in complete disregard to the words spoken before and the task ahead. His fingers seeked the source of injury, whether there be one there or not, within the tangles of navy hair with gentlness.
(( o.O I'm not going to reread that, but I have the impending feeling that it made little sense. . . ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 10:10 am
"Wow, you can change the color of your hair? I didn't know that! How do you do it? Do you use magic marker? Or maybe Sharpies?! That'd be neat! Could you change mine?" The questions and half-baked answers came flooding thick and fast from the inquisitive little angel boy. He jumped down from the giant's shoulders and faced him in al of his... giant-ness. Akiva jumped up and down in anticipation. He face literally glowed with anticipation. To be able to change your hair color, maybe even a different color for every day; it was like some wonderful dream! Oh, this was going to be great!
As Akiva's hyperactive brain poured over these new possibilities, a thought struck him. He, to his knowledge, was the only person with blue hair in the whole world. What if you couldn't change it back? And if he did change it, what color? He frowned slightly and sat in the middle of the hallway, legs and arms crossed, and let his mind sort though the tough decision now thrust upon him. As he pondered hair color, his stomach grumbled. Oh, yeah; he was hungry. The unexpected presence of Mr. Giant had thrust food into the back of his mind. Standing up suddenly, he turned a quick 360, just to establish that he was still lost. Akiva sighed, and turned to face the tall man before him.
" Um, do you know where I could get something to eat? I've been here for," he paused, and counted briefly on his fingers, " at least four hours, and I haven't had any food, and I'm really hungry." He gazed up at the tall man with wide, imploring eyes, and waited for a response. He heartily hoped the man would accept, because he didn't like the thought of wandering the corridors of this huge school all by his lonesome.
((Omigawd, I finally posted!! xP))
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 11:04 am
Violet-blue eyes widened a fraction as his actions were stopped and he was pulled into his best friend’s arms. A small gasp passed his lips. Of course, he knew Mitsukai be sweet to him, kind to him as well, but this? Where did this come from? Of all things, this affection-loving, attention-grabbing neko-jinn wasn’t used to being hugged, especially by his friend. But with what had just happened, such an act would be predictable to someone who either knew their relationship through the past or knew Mitsukai’s feelings for the younger boy. Either way, this action of the angel’s pulled a few strings within the neko.
Without warning, those tears that had pooled in Moroi’s eyes only moments ago poured over, falling down his face in steady streams. He lifted both arms and took the front of Mitsukai’s shirt, burying his head in the older boy’s chest. In a way, it felt so good to let out his emotions, but on the other hand he felt pathetic, pitiful. He was so open and free with his emotions, all of them. Sometimes he liked it, but mostly, he wished he could be like the prince-ish Mitsukai. It seemed so easy for the elder to hide his emotions, but it was so difficult for Moroi to do so. Whenever he even tried, his attempts would be frowned upon or his emotions would be noticed. Like now. Of course, Mitsukai knew him for years, and would be able to tell how he felt no matter how he tried to hide it.
The small sixteen-year-old wiped his eyes on his arm to rid his face of the tears, but when he heard Mitsukai’s question and felt the hand sift through his hair, it was almost a futile effort. The angel cared so much about him! Why was it though? He believed that, yes, friends did care, but not usually so much, or so physically. Johnathan was a good example of this. Was it because Mitsu was older, and had known Moroi since he had been an orphan? Did he feel like he needed to protect the young neko? Or was it...? Moroi’s eyes widened at his own next thought, and felt a lightbulb flicker on inside his head. Did Mitsu... Was he... Was Mitsukai in love with Moroi?! And then... What was Moroi’s idolizing of Mitsukai, really, then? What was that tingly pang that shimmered through his body with every tap of Mitsukai’s finger? That want - that need - to always be with the older boy? Did that mean...?
Wide eyes full of childish curiosity glanced slowly up at the angel-boy, not minding the hand tangled in his navy locks. He disregarded Mitsukai’s earlier question, and tipped his head to the side, not a conscious thought at all running through it. He put his previous used hand softly on Mitsukai’s shoulder, using that to help himself balance on tiptoes to somewhat match the other’s height, though he was still shorter. Briefly, violet eyes met crimson, and everything else in the world vanished, before the gap between the two was closed. ’Roi’s eyes drifted shut as time stopped and bathed in the moment, shimmering peacefully with the two boys. The movement of the earth ceased. All of the neko’s senses were locked onto the kiss or disconnected from the rest of the world. That was until the world started moving again.
Moroi’s eyes snapped open and he reeled away from Mitsukai at the realization of what he’d just done. A pale hand came to his mouth and he grasped the wall that he’d backed himself into with the other. ‘I kissed Mitsukai... I kissed Mitsukai. I kissed Mitsukai!’ The thought got louder each time it ran through his head until he knew it had really happened. He finally could let the bit of information sink t. His expression was horrified, his cheeks matching the color of Mitsukai’s eyes. Why had he done that?! And he’d done it front of someone else, of all times! And whenever Mitsukai was around someone else, he didn’t even act like himself, so why would he accept this at all? Why did Moroi have to go and do something like that!? “Mitsu-san I- I... Mitsu-san I’m so s-sorry...”
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