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[22 Apr 2008|02:47pm] |
There was no real privacy in the school, but Ohtori did feel bad enough for Mizuki to chance getting in trouble. If his symptoms were even 10 times worse than Mizuki's he would still feel terrible. No one should suffer, and this place was suffering. So it was against his own better judgment that he set out to seek the purple haired boy in his own room, even if the dormitories were not supposed to fraternize. The tricky part would be helping the other male without risking either of them getting in trouble.
He showed up at the dorm doors and peeked in, spotting a disgruntled Mizuki in no time and quickly approached. "I want to help-" He spoke in a hushed tone, this would be a one time thing, just to help get the edge off.
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[12 Aug 2007|06:07pm] |
Food. Food. Food.
Choutarou was feeling pretty good about the night so far, he'd finished his lessons, had a night off of work and took a long nap. He'd woken up famished and realized he had forgotten to purchase any sort of food to keep his fridge full and his stomach quiet. With that knowledge, he had left his apartment in search of the 24 hour convenience store with his weekly allowance for food in his pocket.
Aside from one small scare caused by a large black car, that prompted him to dive in between a set of store and wait it out, the walk was peaceful and uneventful, even as he walked up to the glowing store, entering the automatic double doors on a mission.
An hour later, the tall boy was back out on his way home, grinning like he had just seen a breakdancing grandma or some such odd sight. He balanced an overstuffed brown bag of food in one hand, around his wrist was a plastic bag with ready to eat deli foods. The night was looking up, he hummed a few bars of his newest composition as he passed the bars, dodging a fallen drunk as he stopped to make sure he was still alive.
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[17 Jul 2007|06:12pm] |
He was dressed as nicely as he could manage, in a neat pair of black jeans and a white button up shirt. His hair was combed down as best as he could get it and he was smiling to himself. He wanted to make a good impression on this first job, but he would probably be unemployed come the 29th, thanks to his werewolf issues. At least a temporary job was better than nothing. Besides he hated counting on the state to help him, or bothering Akutsu for groceries either. Licking his lips nervously, he approached the door and hesitated knocking on the impressive door.
The man, Yuushi Oshitari, was strange and apparently pretty well to do, especially if he offered to pay for a trip for a complete stranger. He was going to be careful and keep an eye on his soon to be boss. Finally, he rapped on the wood with his knuckles, wincing at the sound. It was too late to change his mind now, so he waited.
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[22 Jun 2007|08:44pm] |
Yuushi struggled with the bags in his hands, catching up to his cook and surrogate mother as she sped along ahead of him to the next shop. He'd managed to slip out of the house, assuring all that he'd be fine going with Mai-san. He'd been doing well in his training, or so Akira assured him. Nothing would probably happen on a quick jaunt to the stores at any rate.
Ohtori had been following the better part of the shopping trip, he was not failing again. He had to keep defending himself as it was around the others at the school. He was a failure as far as missions went, and with all of his curiousity over Saeki, this was no time to mess around. Finally spotting his opportunity at the open air market, he moved quickly, snatching the woman by the thin wrist and tugging her roughly into the alley, clasping a hand over her mouth.
"Please stay quiet and you won't get hurt," the tall boy leaned in to whisper to the terrified woman as soothingly as he could. He didn't want to hurt her, but this seemed his best bet to get to the real target, he glanced daringly at Oshitari and raised a brow. "I trust you'll cooperate this time."
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[30 May 2007|04:46pm] |
A slow moving hand reached across the table to track down the book that had just been put down no more than 45 minutes ago. The werewolf licked a fingertip and returned to reading through Interview with a Vampire. He had just finished reading Stephen King's Cycle of the Werewolf earlier in the day, which had creeped him out enough to force him to pick a new book from his stack from the library. But he had calmed down his nerves and fluttery stomach with a long, hot shower and was prepared to just relax away the rest of the evening. Besides, he had discovered people were less inclined to bother him while he squinted at his books, mouthing the words along as he read.
The book had been scary enough, the killings in the town graphically depicted as the monster that looked a bit like him would kill again and again. Every full moon, they were worse still. It was terrible that he was actually relieved that the werewolf was killed on New Years Eve at the end. Just thinking about it made Choutarou's skin prickle with the chills, though he could easily blame his shower damp hair and the way his pajamas stuck to his skin while he slowly dried. But now he could read something a bit less relevant to his life and hopefully calm his jitters in peace.
Hearing a noise somewhere across the building, he tilted his head. It had to be Hiyoshi. No one else would be there without his notice. "I made cocoa, it's in the kitchen." Nothing more needed saying, he turned another page, smiling sardonically, reality really was stranger than anything he could read in fiction.
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[28 May 2007|05:14pm] |
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The tall, silver haired werewolf stood in his baggy and torn up jeans that remained from his days wandering before he reached Savannah. He was still planning on keeping his word to Annie and trying his best to just cooperate with Hiyoshi as best he could. Apparently someplace very deep down, the hunter was actually a good person. Ohtori shook his head and frowned darkly, it must be very very deep down. Adjusting the t-shirt the hunter had given him, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited, rocking on the balls of his feet for the shifter that had agreed to shop with him for the day.
He needed clothing badly, and unfortunately he was not allowed to reclaim any of the things Yuushi had given him, or anything he bought himself while in care of the vampire. He agreed to cooperate, but was still unhappy about that and missed his lover. Crossing his arms, he chewed his lip and fidgetted a bit more. It was hard waiting for someone to meet you in an unfamiliar place with strange smells. Hopefully Ryou would be there soon so they could hit the stores.
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[07 Apr 2007|01:26pm] |
A few days of care from Annie had done the werewolf wonders. He was at least up and moving around a bit on his own, he'd confirmed with Atobe that Yuushi was going to be fine, and was well fed. Ohtori was still having some difficulty with the pain in his arm, but it was all healed, save the arrow wound, which would take some time to heal anyway. But at least the stitches had come out, and aside from some interesting white scars from his own claw marks, it didn't look nearly as bad as it had.
He was sure he could just show Ryou how bad things were, maybe finally tell his friend the truth. Thus far, he hadn't been killed for what he'd done. Atobe had thrown him across the room pretty hrd by the throat, telling him the trouble he was causing Yuushi. And Atobe was just one of many vampires he'd likely angered over one night. Today was the day he was supposed to leave on his road trip. Packing away a few things, he decided to drag enough along to possibly run away up North. He hadn't caused any grief for anyone, until he stayed in any one place too long. And this time, the harm could very well be permanent.
Rolling his eyes at himself for being so depressing, Ohtori stuffed clean socks into the bag with his good arm, the other neatly tucked against his chest with a makeshift splint until the skin healed up around the silver injury, which thanks to Annie's devoted care, had not gotten infected.
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[07 Apr 2007|01:21pm] |
His father was dead. There had been a service of sorts after the killing. A longer, rather violent investiagtion following. He had initially been take as the suspect. It was expected, his father killed his mother- so why wouldn't he kill his father. But the killing had been too neat and precise, not something a still rough edged boy could have done. Not to mention the sheer strength that had been needed to cinch the general's throat shut was beyond the weakened kid.
All the same, the last few days were hell with all of that thrown in on his training. Kirihara at least now had something to keep his mind occupied while going through harsh physical regiments, it helped. He'd been so certain that was Narita the night his father died, there was hardly a doubt. But Yanagi had sounded so certain back on the ship after he'd been arrested that he was a simple business man, and honestly, Kirihara had very limited contact with that sort at any point in his life.
Staring out the window, he groaned and streched, feeling another knot in the muscles across his back tense, stretch and eventually tug itself loose. At least that felt pretty good, he thought with a sigh before venturing back to his mat to sit down and reread the manifesto that he was expected to live and die by.
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[05 Apr 2007|11:38am] |
Deep emerald eyes slowly traced the lines of a bookshelf, taking a few titles into observation. Instinctually, the dark haired boy would have licked his lips while observing things, but that had been something he was taught not to do right away. Perhaps that habit had disturbed his late father, or maybe it was something else.
Kirihara peeked through his curling and twisting black bangs and towards the door. He was told to expect a visitor. It would be something different, he’d been practically kept in solitary from the time he was removed to Rikkai, and was growing tired of staring at the various parts of his room. He’d observed the crack in the left ceiling tile, the fact his flag had been hung slightly crooked, and other things one would normally find pointless. To be frank, the boredom was finally getting to him after months of being dragged through a practical meat grinder in his reformatting back home.
Still- the visitor should be arriving at any moment now, leaving Kirihara still sitting on the edge of his bed and waiting- staring at the door.
Yanagi slid the door open and stepped inside. Kirihara's state had been much as expected so far, all factors considered, but there had been relatively little time for him to work with the boy, make the most of the somewhat awkward situation and the conditioning which Kirihara had been put through. This would have to change.
"Hello, Akaya," he murmured, observing the boy's responses carefully for anything which might indicate cause for concern.
Kirihara stood at attention the moment the door opened, his hands locked to his side and knees straight. He might not have been wearing his proper uniform, but every inch of his posture and demeanor stated he was a well conditioned and trained soldier of the Rikkai armed forces. He didn’t move or respond to the sight of his former teacher from before he was taken, short of a small nod of acknowledgement to prove he was listening to whatever it was that the older man from Rikkai had to say.
"At ease," Yanagi told him, for all the good it would do; informality was not particularly encouraged in Rikkai's soldiers, along with other such unnecessary features as personality and higher mental functions. The conditioning simply carried the general principles of behaviour in this context to their logical extreme. "I am not visiting to give you orders today."
The boy couldn’t help blinking at the order, he was not supposed to be in a relaxed state and he certainly shouldn’t be considered ‘at ease’, but that was a direct order. Finally deciding to just follow the order, he let his arms rest a bit at his side and his posture to relax from board stiff for now. “Permission to speak?” Once it was granted, he took a quiet breath before speaking up, “then what is the point of the visit today, Yanagi-san, sir?”
To see how you were doing, primarily, although that was not a terribly valid answer, not to mention being one Kirihara was unlikely to follow right now. "I have some material I would appreciate you looking over," he said finally. "Some questions and scenarios, and some passages I would simply like your thoughts on." Personal matters were less significant in his own eyes, and presumably not even a point to be considered for Kirihara right now. Still. He had not thought the presence of the brattish, untamable Kirihara he first met to be something he would regret the loss of, particularly. "Would you do that for me? The point to some of them may not be immediately apparent."
“Just papers and questions?” He couldn’t help being a bit skeptical, though he did well to hide it in his tone. He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of mental exercises such as questions, and he had no opinion to give unless it was given to him- this might be a bit harder than planned for. “Yes, I’ll look at them.”
"Good," Yanagi told him offering up a little hand-held data unit and keypad. He did not expect a great deal of this, not immediately, but it would be one way to track progress as well as attempting to force Kirihara's mind to think in a certain way. When it got as far as doing a great deal of thinking at all. "Please attempt to supply an answer even if you find the question difficult."
Accepting the device, Kirihara titled his head and frowned at it. This was something new to him, so he paused to examine it before starting the machine and sighed quietly at the first question. Right off of the bat they were questions with no clear cut answers or choices. He had to answer for himself…”Yes, sir.” He started to key in answers, make a small sound of frustration, delete it and restart again. There had to be a right answer, something expected of a Rikkai trained soldier.
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