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 Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 12:37 pm
  In which Bataar thinks he's fat and Jianyu discovers more truths about his boyfriend.
Setting:
All over Lunaria.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 12:48 pm
Jianyu's wrist hurt.
It was bad enough that his attempt to teach Bataar to read had failed rather miserably (and ended up quite...violently), but then there was the pure and simple fact that his boyfriend had also nearly broken his wrist in their rather raucous argument following. As it was, it was only sprained rather badly, but though it had been several days after the fact, it still ached when he tried to move it. The area around his wrist was a dull purple, the bruise in stark contrast to his lighter colored skin. At the current moment, it was wrapped tightly in a piece of cloth his mother had given him, but it still ached somewhat.
Jianyu crossed over Main Street, his eyes looking carefully in direction for the man he was looking for. Bataar had said that he would meet him outside of the Ichi-Koi Inn and Bar near noon, and it was just past that now. His gaze moved towards the door, and sure enough, sitting on the ground outside of the Inn was a familiar dark head. Jianyu tried to keep the smile from his face as he walked up to Bataar.
"Hey." he said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the man's lips. 
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 12:57 pm
Bataar's stomach grumbled dully, and he groaned to himself as he tried to ignore the scent of food wafting from just inside the inn. It had been a few days now since he'd had anything proper to eat-- or, anything beyond vegetables lacking calories(which, by the way, were poisonous). His diet was painful, and he'd hardly had the energy to walk here, but he'd made it; he was supposed to meet Jianyu, after all, and maybe his boyfriend would notice that he'd lost a few pounds.
Bat's muscle mass was as pronounced as ever, though, and it wasn't immediately obvious that he was on the brink of passing out until once observed his pale complexion and heard the angry rumbles within his empty stomach. He didn't think that he could take much more, but then he also didn't want to be fat. Jianyu had said he was fat, after all, and that was something that needed to be fixed!
He stared blankly as he watched the legionnaire approach, and endured the kiss with a faint look of pain as he tried to come to terms with his hunger and stand. He had been specifically avoiding Yuudai these past few days, and was a bit smellier than usual(although, on the whole, he was quite clean compared to his former glory; plus it had rained the day before). He suspected his fatness could be directly attributed to the other man feeding him, which upset him deeply, but he knew he needed to avoid the ryokan especially now.
He finally managed to get himself to stand, although he immediately leaned heavily on Jianyu. "Can't we just... stay here for now?" he asked weakly, his eyes landing on Jianyu's sprained wrist as he tried to avoid experiencing remorse; it wasn't that he was against feeling bad for the other Lunarian-- it was simply that feeling remorse entailed the use of energy that he absolutely did not have.
Bataar really wished he weren't so fat.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 1:26 pm
"How about - " Jianyu started to say, but his sentence trailed off abruptly as Bataar stood, swaying slightly on his feet before leaning forward onto him. Jianyu's arms immediately went around Bataar's waist as he stumbled backwards in an effort to keep from falling over. He winced as his wounded wrist gave way, shooting pain reverberating throughout his arm, but he managed to keep from staggering onto the ground.
"Er." he said, his face flushing slightly as he looked up at Bataar. His eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the Mongol's unusually light complexion. There were a few drops of sweat beading on his neck, and he seemed quite fatigued for someone as energetic as Bataar normally was.
"Bataar?" Jianyu said with confusion, reaching up with his uninjured hand to feel the Mongol's forehead. It was not hot, though just barely warm, so he did not have a fever. "Bataar, are you okay? You seem a bit...unlike yourself. Are you feeling well?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 1:37 pm
Bataar held onto Jianyu as if his live depended on it, and it very well might have at that point in time. He was swaying dangerously, trembling with the effort that it took to remain upright. He was glad Jianyu was there, because the other Lunarian would surely know what to do if Bat passed out. That was half the reason for this meeting, after all; Bataar could no longer properly function. He needed his boyfriend.
He stared blankly at Jianyu as the other man felt his forehead, and shook his head back and forth in answer: no, he was certainly not okay. "...food." he moaned, mumbling various incoherencies around the one understandable word as he continued to lean heavily against the legionnaire. He was about to give up his diet, but then he reflected on all of the effort he'd put into not eating thus far; it definitely wasn't worth it! He couldn't eat!
And yet... "I think I'm starving to death." he confided, looking more like a shadow of himself as opposed to the corporeal man that he normally was.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 1:46 pm
Bataar was leaning more heavily on him now, and the abrupt change in weight had Jianyu staggering backwards suddenly. His leg slipped, and he fell back, taking Bataar down with him. He barely managed to keep from hitting his head on the rough cobblestone walkway that led up to the Inn, but as it was, he had managed to land on his injured wrist yet again. He swore loudly, then stopped when he heard Bataar's mumbled reply. The Mongol was lying half in his lap now, looking weak and exhausted.
"Food?" Jianyu asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Starving to death? Why on earth..."
He stopped. A flush came over his face as a dawning realization started to form in his mind. Not more than a week ago, during their fight after the disastrous reading lesson, Jianyu had implied that Bataar's weight had been an issue. He had been mocking him, of course, and the implication was far from true, but had Bataar actually taken him seriously? One look at that wan face and Jianyu knew immediately that he had.
"Damn it, Bataar." Jianyu said quietly, feeling slightly guilty and more than a little horrified that his boyfriend had actually tried to stop eating in order to lose weight. "You are such an idiot. Come on."
Struggling out from beneath the prone Bataar, Jianyu reached down, hauling him heavily to his feet. He slid his arm around the Mongol's waist and helped Bataar put his arm around Jianyu's shoulders. Then slowly, painfully, he began to walk in the direction of his home, which was somewhere down the street.
"Idiot." Jianyu said again, but his voice was softer.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:13 pm
Bataar looked distressed as he realized that both of them were toppling over, but didn't have the ability to stop himself at all; he was far too weak and far too heavy. He merely clung to Jianyu's lap, and would have been more than happy to remain there until he either passed out or died, but apparently it was not to be. Jianyu had realized exactly what he'd done, and he knew it. "...your fault." he mumbled softly, although it was more because he wanted Jianyu to take responsibility as opposed to the idea that he was pissed off with the other man.
Bataar had certainly taken Jianyu's words seriously; after all, he assumed the man that he was dating was generally a serious person, judging by many of his reactions. It hadn't occurred to him that the insult the legionnaire had thrown was petty and meaningless and that he definitely shouldn't have taken any action because of it. He realized only now that dieting had been a mistake; certainly, he might have been fat before, but at least he could walk and stand on his own. This situation, on the other hand, was far from ideal, and the weight-loss was hardly worth it. He needed food, and he needed it right away.
"I'm not an idiot." he objected weakly, trying to stand as best he could with the aide of the other Lunarian. He leaned heavily against him, and struggled as they began their trek to Jianyu's home.
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There was food everywhere, and the Mongol was eating it all in rapid succession, hardly caring whether or not he'd get violently sick later on. His energies had been mainly recovered upon receiving the food, although he was still a little shaky and not in amazing shape; his starvation had done impressive damage, although it wasn't visible beyond his pale complexion and weaker demeanor.
There was just one issue with all of this. "...I don't want to get any fatter!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:20 pm
Jianyu sat across from the Mongol as he ate, his arms folded across his chest. They were both on the floor of Jianyu's room, Jianyu having snuck the both of them in through the back door in order to avoid the multitude of questions he knew he would get bombarded with had his parents or any of his siblings had seen them. Besides the fact that he had conveniently "forgotten" to tell his family that he was dating the very man he had so vehemently denied previously, he did not want them to worry about Bataar's health. He already felt guilty enough as it was, so more interference would just irritate him.
"You're not going to get fatter." Jianyu said sternly, pushing a plate of cooked meat towards Bataar. "You are not fat as it is. Your body mass is perfectly normal, not to mention that besides this utterly ridiculous notion you had of starving yourself, you are in excellent physical shape.
"And you have got to eat some vegetables." Jianyu added pointedly as he raised an eyebrow at the untouched greens and carrots sitting on a plate to Bataar's left. "Please?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:29 pm
Bataar devoured the meat, ignoring the fact that he was probably shaping up to be some kind of sumo wrestler again. For these few minutes, he really could have cared less about it-- he was in bad shape if he didn't feel like he'd even be able to get a punch in if he were to get into a fight. And he and Jianyu did get into fights all the time, so he'd definitely have to prepare himself! Being hungry was a bad reason to lose to the legionnaire, although in Bat's mind any reason was a particularly bad reason to lose. He was, after all, an epic champion over the other man, in his mind.
He directed his attention to the man in question and raised one brow. "Easy for you to say." he replied, still shoveling food into his mouth at an unearthly speed. "You're skinny. Kind of scrawny, but skinny all the same!" he explained Jianyu's bias to himself, glancing around expectantly for dessert and looking disappointed when none presented itself. Well, that was a let-down!
Besides the fact that there were no sugar-filled delights, it also seemed that Jianyu wanted him to eat vegetables. "Poison! They're poison!" Bat declared, shying away from the fresh foods. He was never going to forget his battle with the legionnaire farmers, and he had plans to go back. Besides, Jianyu was a legionnaire! A legionnaire that was trying to poison him.
"Nice try." he hissed.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:37 pm
This man... Jianyu thought exasperatedly, raising a hand to his face as he shook his head. He is impossible. IMPOSSIBLE.
He said this out loud, then added, with some defiance "I am not scrawny! I am simply...smaller than you are, that's all!"
Jianyu's face was slightly flushed, but he ignored this fact and surreptitiously looked down at himself without Bataar noticing, trying to see if he was, in fact, too skinny. Perhaps he could stand to get some more training in, and although he was certainly not as muscularly defined as Bataar was (though it was quite possible that no one was as solid as the Mongol; despite his constant whining, he was nonetheless very strong), but he was certainly not scrawny.
His head snapped back up as Bataar started speaking again.
"I would never poison you, moron!" Jianyu snapped. "Why on earth would you think that? What is this strange bias against green food do you have? If you eat some vegetables, I will perhaps make you some dessert, but you cannot have any until you finish the rest of your food first. You need to get your strength back."
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:49 pm
Bataar grinned as Jianyu denied his size; clearly, he was as much of a pipsqueak as he'd been when they were both students! Of course, the Mongol hadn't noticed much of a growth pattern since then, and wasn't very well known for his good observations when it came to such things. He grinned as he noted that the other man suddenly seemed insecure about his size and was beginning to feel slightly redeemed; Jianyu had called him fat, but he had, in turn, called Jianyu scrawny. It was the perfect revenge, in the Mongolian man's opinion.
He supposed it must have just been that they were so very truthful to eachother. "You are too, scrawny. You should put on a little weight, y'know." That was right, Bat didn't mind a little chub here and there, but he found it quite amusing to be advising Jianyu on what course of action to take. He didn't want the other man to obtain good muscles or anything-- then he'd start feeling inadeqaute, but it was certainly fun to tease him.
And clearly Jianyu didn't have the slightest idea about the local farmers. "Oh yes, you are! I know exactly what those green things are! Poison! For you legionnaires to feed to us Nobles, just so you can try and exterminate us. I'll tell you here and now-- IT WON'T WORK ON ME!"
Why couldn't they all just get along?
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:16 pm
"Stop calling me scrawny!" Jianyu snapped, his face growing red. He had the sneaking suspicion that Bataar had noticed his quick once over of himself, though he'd tried to hide it. Obviously he had failed, because his boyfriend's glee in teasing him was quite blatant. "I do not need to 'put on a little weight!' I am a perfectly good size as it is, thank you very much!"
Tossing his head, Jianyu's fingers found the beads in his hair, and he twisted them absently, eyeing Bataar with an expression of dislike. He enjoyed being with the Mongol (most of the time, anyway) but right now he wanted nothing more than to kick him in the stomach for calling him scrawny and insisting (like a moron) for thinking that he'd poison his own boyfriend.
So he did.
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