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 Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 1:20 pm
Mitsukai was so wrapped within the tenderness of the others very presence, the eyes that met his own were of the purest violet they reminded him of the faintest purple one could detect on the very line of the horizon if they were to look at exact right moment before it faded into the palest of pinks. Thick dark lashes soon obsecured this hypnotizing orbs and the sudden pressure, soft as the wings of a butterfly and yet firm enough to be human, was nothing less than the kiss he had dreamt about since he had fallen for the boy.
Fallen. Thats exactly how it had come about. He had been doing nothing but be himself, stay away from others, mind his own buisness, when this innocent angel of a nekojinn had showed up in his life and turned everything he though he knew about himself upside down. He couldn't deny anymore that when he had first shown him the glimses of friendship and possibly what could grow into brotherly love and more, he had taken the chance like a fish to bait and refused to let go and in turn fell in love. Ren wouldn't understand, not even if he told him. If he even breathed word about his precious friend Ren would have destroyed his hopes of ever getting close to him.
But this. This sudden display of love and affection made Mitsukai want to melt, to run away and get as far away from him as possible, save himself while it was still possible. But it was already far too late. He wanted him. He needed that stupid neko, and couldn't possibly live another minute without him or he'd die. The entire summer between school years he ached and prayed and wished to see him, urging the days to pass in haste so he could once again look upon the innocent face, smiling and forgiving and have the change to admit to him how he felt.
He took Moroi's hands in his own, gripping them tightly and squeezing. He placed the tenderest of kisses upon his forehead, between large eyes and said in the softest of tones, "Don't be." What else could he say? Kiss me again? or even, dare he think it, I love you?
Perhaps either one of them would have done well, but he didn't say either and instead stood with his mouth agape and eyes shining with a passion he thought impossible to word, and he wound his arms around him again, leaning over slightly so he could place a kiss on the neko's lips, a soft brushing of lips and as he straightened, those his hands lingered on his arms, he whispered a three worded phrase he could have killed himself for saying, slipping from his lips with abandon that shocked him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 5:55 pm
Moroi was shaking when Mitsukai took his hands. The look in the older’s eyes, however, was not matched by the neko-jinn, who’s shimmering pools of violet were closed off from the world by pale eyelids. He still felt like something bad was going to happen or that Mitsukai wasn’t going to accept what he did. His heart throbbed in his throat, blocking off all once audible sound. The illusion had been completely forgotten, and once-invisible navy ears were pressed against his head. That furry cuff of a tail was busy in itself, coiling and uncoiling around Moroi’s leg, the tip tapping against him without any notice. The elder’s lips against his skin only resulted in a quickening of his heartbeat and a deeper color on his face.
When Mitsukai told him not to be sorry, he chanced a look at the boy. The emotion in the older boy’s eyes almost made him want to melt, if not just faint into oblivion and awaken from this perfect dream, just so he would know that this wasn’t happening. But every time he blinked, the scene was in perfect clarity. Every breath he took held the scent of the angel who was standing so close to him. Every touch he gave and received was really happening then and there.* By then Bridget’s presence had vanished from Moroi’s thoughts. Once Mitsukai’s arms were around him, he found that the world could crumble around his shoulders and he wouldn’t mind it, if he even noticed. He was far too... Preoccupied?
“Hey, Johnathan? What’s it feel like to be in love?” Large violet eyes looked up from the pages of a thick, paper bound book that a normal ten-year-old probably wouldn’t even be able to read. But at that age, Moroi was very good at reading, especially for an orphan who’d never had any formal schooling. It was an adventure novel, mostly, but as with most books, romance was added to the mixture, which made it more attractive to young adult readers for whatever reason.
“Eh?! Why are you asking -that-?!” Johnathan replied in a flustered way, nearly falling off the bed with how startled he was at the question. Johnathan looked different as well, with longer hair and more serious eyes, strangely enough. As a child, he never did know the true meaning of having fun. Or love.
“I was just wondering...” Moroi muttered, frowning. He turned back to the book, but could no longer focus on it. Even though this thought wouldn’t occur until someone was much older than ten-years, Moroi couldn’t help but continue wondering what it was like to be in love. Not the love that he’d felt with his grandparents, or his older brother, but like the kind in the book. The kind that was said in religious practice to only be felt between a man and a woman...
But now, Moroi knew it otherwise. Despite hearing such things when he was younger, that love was a bond formed between a man and a woman, he knew that it wasn’t true. He knew that this feeling inside of him, the feelings that poured from his very essence, all directed at the angel he’d known for so many years, was just that. Love. Now maybe he would need to bring such a thing up with Johnathan, huh? But what about that boy who was always with him? Akuma, was his name? Maybe Johnathan felt the same way about him that Moroi did about Mitsukai. He wasn’t sure, but he would like to bring up that long-since-passed conversation, and would also like to speak with Johnathan again, for old time’s sake if nothing else.
The brush of lips against his own the second time, Moroi knew that he could let himself feel the passion of the touch, the pleasure that it brought with it. What was this? The neko-jinn was suddenly seeing the world from a totally different point-of-view. Instead of seeming like a small, naive character, he was starting to change how he thought. Of course, this wasn’t as visible on the outside, but it was very apparent within him, when seeing the world through rare, violet eyes.
Those eyes closed again, but there was an unfamiliar pang when Mitsukai stood back up. Instead of letting the boy put any space between them, Moroi, one hand again clinging to the elder’s shirt front, stepped back into the older boy. It looked as though the younger one really didn’t want his friend to even been a few inches away from him anymore. His ears were still flat against his head, though in not such a painful way. The tail that had previously been around his leg, had unraveled itself, and wrapped for the umpteenth time around Mitsukai’s wrist, though looser this time than usual, and it was only the top bit, wrapped into a single bracelet.
When that sentence issues from the angel’s mouth, Moroi felt his heart stop. So... He did feel the same way. But for how long? How long had Mitsukai felt this way, and how long had Moroi not been able to tell those feelings? Why hadn’t he just said so?! But then, thinking if he had been in that same situation, Moroi found that it would have been hard to say that to someone. Ever, really. He looked up with watery, violet eyes at who had been the object of his idolizing and was now the object of his affection.
“M-Mitsukai-san...” he said softly, biting at his lower lip with pointed teeth. He looked away momentarily, the actions of the past few minutes flashing through his head as though in a washing machine. Looking back at Mitsukai he flushed softly, giving him a shy look that rarely graced his face, especially in the presence of someone he knew. He pulled himself up on tiptoe again and breathed softly into the taller one’s ear, “I love you, too...” OoC:: *That sounded like I was describing a sex scene. xDD Anyway- >w< Squee-ness!! <33 So cyute!!
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:42 pm
Mitsukai's heart thudded, quite paintfully, the breath upon his ear like the gentle touch of a powdered insectal wing upon this silk of his shell-shaped ear, creating the smallest dusting of red to grace beautiful white cheeks like breathing onto glass. His lovely lips were parted for a moment, like rose petals, and the hot breath admitted from them was in short gasps as though his breath were caught firmly in his throat.
"Uhm. . . "
And then a silence was cast over them like a veil, and he was unsure of what sort of action should be taken next. Should he hug him? Kiss him? Continue as though nothing happened?
He wasn't one to be involved in such affairs, and the addmitance of love was more than just a hurdle in his path. It was a mountain, impending and large above him, and he had managed to scale it, finally, with some assistance from his dear friend. He owed Moroi more than just his heart, which held no worth to anyone except himself and possibly the neko. But he felt that he was inadequet, and possibly, unfit for such a person. The nekojiin was nothing but sweet, innocent kindness since they had come to know eachother. Would he be tainting the boy to hold a relationship with him? He shuddered at such a thought.
"Come on," he said, tearing his gaze away and letting it drift across the hall, avoiding the precious boy's eyes. "Lets get to our dorm."
The look he shot at Bridget was impaitent dismissal, but he inclined his head in a nod as his own farewell. He no longer wished to host an audience for this conversation. Was this, after all, an avoidance of sorts? He had abruptly changed the topic and directed their attentions elsewhere, with what almost seemed to be guilt. The blonde was pained by these long ignored feelings, almost as though he were drowning in it. A ocean of his own feelings and emotions, threatening to drown him at any given moment.
Crimson eyes fell suddenly to the neko's face and he fixed him with a look of inquisitive interest, as if to question him silently on his own course of action. Was this question of returning to the dorm more than it seemed? Was it an invitation to carry this forbidden love further? He wasn't yet sure, but weighed this heavily on the boy's reaction.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 2:43 pm
Slowly, Moroi let himself go back into a normal stance, feet touching the ground, once again quite a bit shorter than Mitsukai. The young neko couldn’t suppress the smile pressed to his lips or the faint red tint to his face. He felt that there were enough butterflies in his stomach for him to throw up, the whole mess of colorful insects then batting their wings in the windless air. Somehow, this was a pleasant feeling, because Moroi knew that it’s cause had been one of the best things he’d ever done. Ever.
Navy ears tilted back as the angel’s gaze shifted in another direction. Finally, his eyes followed Mitsukai’s and the sight of the green-haired boy nearly made him jump out of his skin. How could he have forgotten?! Did that mean that Moroi had done such things -said such things- in front of a live audience?! The whole time?! A twisting feeling in his stomach and, all of a sudden, Mitsukai’s suggestion seemed a hellofalot more attractive.
“S-sorry,” Moroi stammered in Bridget’s direction, bowing at the waist almost as though to hide his deepened blush. “The dorms are on the next landing and the smaller numbers are nearer to the end of the hall.” All of this information burst from the neko’s lips without so much as a pause to catch his breath. He stood back up and smiled at Bridget nervously before turning and taking Mitsukai’s hand, shivering internally at the awkward shock that the contact shot up his spine. Gently, he tugged on his friend’s -boyfriend’s?- hand and started up the stairs, through the door, and down the hallway.
Partway to their room, Moroi pulled the small key from his pocket, running his finger along the seven engraved in it. He couldn’t believe that only that day, he had tackled his brother, wanting to know if he was rooming with the same boy as he had the year prior. From that one first kiss, that confession that had breached Mitsukai’s lips, the rest of his life seemed to have happened an eternity ago. It was strange, really, what three words could do to change gow someone saw the world, and all that had happened in his memory. In a way, he didn’t like the odd change Mitsukai had inflicted upon his mind, but he knew that he would get used to it in a matter of days, if not hours. OoC:: Continued in Dormitory Seven
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 5:01 pm
“Actually, you use a bunch of different bad smelling chemicals and stuff and put it in your hair. My old girlfriend sometimes dyed peoples’ hair at the house, and would smell for days!!” Trent emphasized this by plugging his nose with two fingers and fanning in front of his face, as though trying to rid the air in front of him of an imaginary distasteful scent. At the little boy’s suggestion, he thought a moment, before ruffling the blue-tinted hair of the high-schooler who sat right in front of him, making it so he was forced to duck down slightly. “Know what? I think your hair’s too special and way too pretty to change it permanently. Maybe we could put something temporary in it, though. ‘Cause then it would wash out in a couple weeks and your hair would be as blue as always!”
Tre smiled. This was quite the interesting first person for him to meet, especially at a school. A high school, no less. He was expecting those teen-angst obsessed boys who hated the world and everyone in it. Well, looks like this was his lucky day, and he was going to wind up with someone a lot nicer than those kids. And a lot nicer than the teachers. Of course, there was also Damien, but he wasn’t quite sure that meeting a drunk sixteen-year-old counted as his first real meeting, as he’d barely talked to him, only saved him from death-by-drink. Rolling his eyes mentally at the odd situation he’d only recently escaped from, he shipped himself back into the present time with a slight tilt of his black-and-yellow topped head.
“Well, four hours without food? That can’t be good for a growing boy!” Mister Mathers said in his child-like voice, lifting the smaller boy off the ground and hoping – with the contact that he had been assaulted with only a moment before – that he wouldn’t get upset over it. “I don’t know exactly where to get food, but I think we can find it if we look a little, don’t you?” he asked with a smile, turning on foot and carrying the boy down the hall, the stairs, and trying to find the dining room in the lower part of the school. - {OoC::; Next post goes in the... Cafeteria I guess? Dx Unless they find somewhere else first. Sorry about how long this took!!
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