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 Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:11 pm
Yasuo's eyes widened in surprise, feeling Kizoku's soft hand under his chin before they retracted back to their owner. The way the younger boy spoke amazed Yasuo, it left him wondering where or how Kizuko would learn such a...well what word could describe Kizoku's actions towards him?
What ever it was, Yasuo was sure no other child would know the meaning behind that action. Turning red from being caught off by surprise, Yasuo grudgingly followed the boy with ebony hair.
Questions still lurking in the depths of his mind as he trailed after Kizoku. The prominent one being, why Kizoku acted the way he was?
Yasuo was old enough to learn of the birds and the bees (oh god, the horror it was for Ito when he tried and pathetically failed to explain it properly to him, it was worst when in desperation Ito had his neighbours help explain the concept. Nightmares still plagued the ypocky boy since that day.) and he was certainly old enough to understand the tone behind Kizoku's words (he shuddered, feeling goosebumps running over his flesh).
Perhaps, it was in the genes? Maybe Kizoku is -as one would put it- a born player. Though he doubted it was from the boy's mother. Though a funny image of Kizoku being a pimp got into Yasuo's head, causing the greenette to guffaw out loud.
Now he was even more than just curious.
"Hey Ki-chan!" He called out after the boy, quickening his pace as to catch up to the boy.
"Who taught you that move? You don't really strike me up as someone who would be smooth." 'Considering your attitude is foul enough to make babies cry' He mentally voiced inside his head, snickering in the process. And then he added quickly.
"Oh, and don't think I'm trying to look down on you, I'm rather curious." He offered a weak smile, showing that his curiosity was indeed genuine and that he wasn't trying to pick a fight...again.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:39 pm
Kizoku shrugged, his shoulders jumping as the soccer jersey followed his motion. "I like cute things." Kizoku answered as he rubbed the back of his neck lightly. "Cute things like cats, rabbits, or like...mice. I thought you looked cute." Relaxing his arm down, it was quite apparent Kizoku did not know the true meaning towards his reply. He was given the whole talk of human reproduction (it took his mother several days to tell him, but the pocky boy took the time out to actually read and watch what it was). He was quite passive on the process of how it was done. He had watched the video tape quite intently, but really didn't understand the whole process. Questions popped in his head about the entire thing and he wanted dearly to ask his mother. But he estimated it would take her about a month to actually answer the collection of buzzing thoughts, so it really wasn't worth time.
Blinking lazily, Kizoku flexed his arm up to rub behind his neck again. "Oi, Yasuo." he called, a bored yawn escaping his mouth. "How long will it take to get the essentials for your diseased guardian?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 7:12 pm
"He's not diseased, a common cold is all." Yasuo corrected the younger boy, tucking the dented can into the folds of his sleeves. His cheeks were somewhat tinted pink at Kizoku's earlier comment, but he decided not to make a big deal out of it. Though he silently cursed his effeminate features.
Yasuo, looked up at the road before them ((yes they're at the road now XD;; )), he calculated the distance before continuing.
"It won't be long I suppose, I just need to buy a couple of items and then we can be on our merry way."
Somehow his mind began to drift back the Kizoku's mother. The red-head wold woman who seemed more like an older sister than a mother. Yasuo wondered why even though the two were related, why doesn't Kizoku had at least a little ounce of his mother? Curious, but far too polite to ask such a personal question left Yasuo remaining silent. He continued to contemplate on his thoughts.
Which brought him back to Ito. Ito had adopted him, but Yasuo could barely call the older man his father... though Ito has some better qualities as a parent, his awkward stances and shyness at times had gotten in the way of their "bonding".
Yasuo sighed, recounting the many times Ito's awkwardness got the best of him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 12:42 pm
"Anything that spews mucus, has teary eyes, sniffles and upchucks the meal they have eaten is diseased." Kizoku spoke as he yawned again, without placing his hand over his mouth. "Your owner must be really unhealthy and lazy to have caught the common cold so easily. Anyway, what does your owner look like? You saw mines. Is he an outcast?" Kizoku laughed for a bit. "Pfft. He probably is. Heck, even Gedda is a spectacle, but not so much that she would stay inside just because she has the flu." Laughing again, Kizoku combed his fingers through his chin length hair. Letting his eyelids fall halfway to narrow them, Kizoku sighed. He would have to cut his hair soon, but his mother would throw a fit if she found out he were to ever do such a thing. His mother seems to have a liking to long hair, for some reason or another.
As Kizoku walked along the road, his sneakers made loud sounds marks against the pavement. Not watching his step, Kizoku caught the tip of his shoe into a crease in the road and tumbled forward, only able to prevent skidding along the pavement by pressuring down his knees. Mumbling loud curses under his mouth, the ebony haired boy picked himself up off the floor. Apparently he had skinned his knees and the top layer of skin had gone raw. How horrible.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 3:13 pm
Yasuo frown, not liking how Kizoku was looking down on his guardian, not to mention he was referring Ito as his "owner". Did this boy know he was a pocky boy? It was rather rare to meet another pocky boy, well as much as Yasuo could gather. After all... the probability of a pocky boy among a group of normal boys was 1 to 5. Yasuo eye Kizoku warily, wondering if Kizoku too, was a pocky boy.
"You shouldn't claim such assumptions if you've never met Ito. It makes you sound like someone with poor character, being bias due to limited information is one thing, but being literally judgemental of the person when you have never met them is something rather rash and ignorant." Yasuo lectured Kizoku before continuing.
"Ito... he is not lazy, nor unhealthy... he is a kind man, despite his...appearance," Yasuo look down, reluctant to tell Kizoku anymore about his guardian, well anything unnecessary at least. "It is his job, I'm more worried about the hours he focuses in his job while having me under his care."
Yasuo sighed as he scratched his forehead.
"Other than Ito's appearance, his only other fault is that he's too earnest and would forsake his own health for others." Yasuo frowned, recalling Ito's many flaws, however they were only little compared to the man's compassion.
"I am not sure if Ito is an outcast of not, but he is certainly gullible, that I can admit and agree abo--ah!" Yasuo stare to shock as Kizoku fell. From the wobbly gesture the boy before him was making as he got up, Yasuo realized the possible painful contact that Kizoku might of felt as his knees hit the ground.
Quickening his steps, Yasuo stood beside Kizoku. His stormy grey eyes trailed from the dirty pavement towards the ebony's bloody knees, he cringed at the sight. It must really hurt a lot.
"My apartment is only a few blocks from here, we can go there and get it treated, the market can wait another hour." Yasuo said calmly as he took the younger boy by the hand. He was a bit annoyed that he would have to return to the market again, but Kizoku's health was important.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 1:08 pm
Kizoku was forced to listen to Yasuo talk about his guardian as they walked along before he tripped. In truth, the pocky boy was ever so glad he tripped, it stopped the greenette from talking about how "kind" the man was and how wrong it was of him to judge him. In truth, he wanted to mutter a laugh. But the pain of his skinned knees prevented him from even sputtering a giggle. Sighing, Kizoku retracted his hand quickly from Yasuo's. "I can live!" he bellowed out, his voice croaking due to the pain. "I can...continue to the market so we can...go there first..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 11:55 am
Yasuo was partially worried, but more so annoyed with Kizoku rejecting his offer. He was only trying to be nice, dammit! Taking a deep breath, Yasuo gave Kizoku a placid smile before retracting his hand back to his side.
"Anything that spews mucus, has teary eyes, sniffles and upchucks the meal they have eaten is diseased." Yasuo repeated what Kizoku said earlier, giving him a steady glare before continuing "I wouldn't be surprise if that happened to you, rather fitting; a diseased person with a diseased personality." The way Yasuo sneered indicated his frustration with the younger boy. But he wasn't going to give up.
"I don't see why you would want to continue seeing as though you're in pain, it's not being chivalrous since you were reluctant to help in the first place, so why bother? Are you daft?" It truly befuddled the pocky boy why the idiotic pretty boy was being so stubborn about the situation, though he himself was being rather stubborn too.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 1:55 pm
Kizoku held back a laugh. My, wasn't this turning out more interesting than it should be? "Anything who takes the said responses of another and throws it back at them in an attempt to intimidate is just a deficient little mouse who cannot think of their own comebacks." was what Kizoku replied as he whipped his hair out of his face. Fixing his hands upon his hips, Kizoku glared at the superior he was not going to let walk all over him. "I wouldn't mind becoming sickened." Kizoku spoke as his eyelids produced a narrowed presentation on his eyes. "If I was, than I would be able to be taken out of the company of such an irritating idiot."
Talking a step towards him in usual debating fashion (he had gotten into several arguments with his mother, so the gesture was more reflex than mind), Kizoku kept his fixated glare. The binding of his skin stretched as he did so, causing the rawness of his knees to pain him. He winced slightly, but he could survive. "Indeed, I am mad." he chuckled as he whipped his head around to usher more hair out of his face. "I am stuck with a mental case after all, so the brain deficiency is contagious."
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