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 Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 9:00 pm
"Iie," Kazz shook his head, bleached locks swaying. "You don't have to thank me. And you won't be the only one looking forward to it, ne?" He reached out, grabbing Keiran by the wrist before he could leave, pulling him back to his chest. Before he could say anything, Kazz leaned down, sealing his mouth to Keiran's, his tongue tentativley flicking against the boy's surprised lips. He didn't know what it was, but he just couldn't let Keiran go before getting just one more.
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 9:13 pm
The small boy gasped in surprise when lips covered his but any resolve melted instantly as his hands gripped the others tshirt and his mouth opened welcoming the tongue with his own. Yes Keiran was usually shy, but over the past days hed been remembering his old life with Michale, and Michale taught him how to get what he wanted, and how to work his body, but the only thing that applied now was the fact that he wanted Kazz, and his body was reacting to that.
He pulled back and kissed Kazz quickly again.
"Arigato" he blushed and quickly brushed by him slightly embarassed at the intensity he had kissed back with. Maybe he could calm down by the time he got dressed...
------->B-3
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 11:29 pm
Kazuma remain in that spot for a moment, staring at the closed door. After a moment he shook his head. He really needed to get going....Raising an arm he sniffed expermentally at an armpit. He gave a slight shrug. Passable. He snatched a bar of deodorant off the dresser and gave the pits a once over .
He snatched a pair of pants out the the dresser, wrinkled but clean and pulled those on, then pulled the huter green blazer on over his t-shirt. He didn't bother with socks as he slid his feet into a pair of sneakers He grabbed his backpack and his guitar and made his way out to start his day. Kazz smiled, knowing he was going to meet Keiran. Maybe they could grab some breakfast after the assembly, as long as it didn't cut into his class time.
--------> Auditorium
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 6:32 pm
--------->hallway
Kazz dropped the bags just inside his doorway, practically throwing them. He almost did the same with his guitar case, but common sense prevailed, and he topped himself in time. Twisting his lips to the side thoughtfully, he walked over to the closet, then placed his guitar case gently inside.
he went to his restroom to wash his bloodstreaked face and gather his wits. Damn that Himo. Damn him. He hated him more than he ever hated anyone. genuiniely hated him. but more, he hated the knowlege that he actually hated someone. he didn't even hat the cop who sent him here....just disliked him greatly. But he hated Michale. The boy pushed away from the sink with a sigh. He had to get moving or else he'd be late, and that was just bad news.
He picked up his backpack and Miko's little suitcase then, rubbing his still sore belly, left the room making sure to lock the door behind himself.
--------->art
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 11:50 pm
Kazuma leaned out his widow, his chin braced upon his crossed arms upon the sill. He blinked, a bit blearily. He'd got a few random Z's here and there, but for the most part sleep had eluded him yet again. The dark smudges under his bloodshoot eyes that nearly matched his irises in their violet hue was a dead giveaway.
Kazz sighed... He missed the beach. He missed the feel of the sand under his bare feet, and the collection of assorted shells. He missed composing by the water.... He missed his old life. Kazuma was a free spirit, after all, and not the type meant to be caged, no matter how pretty the cage presented itself to be. But for the most part, he had made due... He delt with things in his own way, and he kept a happy demeanor for the most part. He made the best of his situation. He'd made friends... done fairly well in his classes... everything was a healthy level of tolerable, and almost almost peaceful... as peaceful as things could be within Matrimony for any given person.
But not since he'd met a certain blonde haired boy... His tranquility had been shattered from the moment he'd met Keiran... now he couldn't think, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. He was always wndering or worrying about the seemingly helpless boy, and worried deeply what sorts of things Michale was forcing upon him... If only Kazz could get Kieran away from that a** Himo.... dirty, filthy pimp that he was. Why was Keiran so loyal to him... didn't he know he was no good for him? Kazz knew, he was certain... if only he could get keiran away, the serenity he so desperately needed would return to him.
A bird flew by, and Kazz sighed again, blinking drowsily.
"Kei-chan...."
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 7:05 pm
Freshly scrubbed from the shower and the rumpled clothes now depositied into a clothes hamper, Kazz looked at least slightly better. No amount of showering would wipe away the dark smudges of fatigue that marred his usually tanned complexion, however.
Raking a hand through his hair before his mirror, Kazuma took a moment to straighten out the somewhat baggy zippered hooded sweatshirt that he wore, a shortsleeved button down dress shirt under that, unbuttoned of course, and beneath that, a pale green t-shirt with the midori crest silkscreened upon the surface. He didn't bother with the tying of the drawstring of the pants that matched his hoodie, surprised he even matched as much as he did.
He should go grab somethign to eat. No, if he was being truthful, he should crawl right back into bed and not climb out again til he actually managed to sleep for a few hours. But that wasn'tgoing to happen... neither was a trip for food. Not until he saw with his own eyes that Keiran was alright.
He laughed at himself then, as he realized he had come to that decision long before he'd even gotten into the shower. Tnhat he would go check on Keiran. he wndered vaguely if this would count as an obsession, and as such, maybe he should be trying to resist the pull he felt toward the small, defensless blonde boy. But Kazz didn't want to resist it... besides, what good artist didn't have some sort of obsession within his life? It wasn't as though he was going to cut off his ear or sleep outside the kid's door....
With a sigh, Kazz cast a forlorn glance in the direction of his guitar before opting to leave it where it was. He wasn't exactly hearing his muse at the moment, and lugging it around depressed him to no eds when it seemed there was nothing he could do with it... at least for now. Not until he got his head on straight. He sighed again, slid his feet into his sneakers without bothering to tie them, then slipped out into the hallway, locking his door behind himself.
------------->Keiran's room
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