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+mydecember+ Twilight ver. 13

( 10:50 PM ) Math-class doodle of Rukura (Raphael), airbrushed. Came out nicely. ^.^ ( 10:07 PM ) John's suggestion for a feel-good song that Mr. Rozario (school principal) should play over the PA system in the morning? Children of the Damned by Iron Maiden.... how I agree! ^____^

We're sick, sick people. Can you tell we're related??

song of the moment: "Genocide" by the Offspring. I really gotta get some of the Offspring cds... I want Smash, Americana, and Conspiracy of One.... *sulks*

( 9:57 PM ) Ribby-chan... s'all being taken care of. Mike and Matt be lookin' after me closely, and if Dan does anything else, he's in for some serious trouble. *heh* Mike or Matt my soulmate? Dooood, Mike's a pal, and Matt's like my older brother (he's actually my most recent ex-boyfriend in a way). Thanks for the concern, tho! And don't worry... I beat Dan up nice. If I have my way, he'll be singing soprano come next week.

*heehee* I think I've FOUND my soulmate, anyhoo. *pointed look at someone who's screen name rhymes with punkin' pie* *heartheart* ^__^

( 9:49 PM ) *runs around screaming fangirlishly* YUMMY! YUMMY! I GOT A CUTE, SCAAAAAAARY DOOD FOR THIS TEST!!!

Ideal anime guy test...

# 1 Zagato from Magic Knight Rayearth # 2 Ashitare from Fushigi Yuugi # 3 Chichiri from Fushigi Yuugi # 4 Hotohori from Fushigi Yuugi # 5 Kiryuu Touga from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 6 Taikoubou from Senkaiden Houshin Engi # 7 Hayama Akito from Kodomo no Omocha # 8 Kyoichi Saionji from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 9 Morisato Keichi from Ah! My Goddess # 10 Nakago from Fushigi Yuugi # 11 Ohtori Akio from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 12 Ryohji Kaji from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 13 Eagle Vision from Magic Knight Rayearth # 14 Gabriev Gourry from The Slayers # 15 Ikari Gendo from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 16 Nagoya Chiaki from Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne # 17 Chiriko from Fushigi Yuugi # 18 Li Shaolan from Cardcaptor Sakura # 19 Tsukishiro Yukito / Yue from Cardcaptor Sakura # 20 Eriol Hiigarizawa / Clow from Cardcaptor Sakura # 21 Ikari Shinji from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 22 Kinomoto Touya from Cardcaptor Sakura # 23 Shiirou Kamui from X (X/1999) # 24 Tamahome from Fushigi Yuugi # 25 Monou Fuuma from X (X/1999)

( 9:46 PM ) Ideal anime girl test... how'd they know that I adore Skuld, Ami-chan, and Misato? o.O

# 1 Skuld (Oh my Goddess) # 2 Amy (Sailormoon) # 3 Misato (Eva) # 4 Belldandy (Oh my Goddess) # 5 Kari (Digimon) # 6 Rei (Eva) # 7 Lita (Sailormoon) # 8 Mina (Sailormoon) # 9 Fuu (MK Rayearth) # 10 Serena (Sailormoon) # 11 Hikaru (MK Rayearth) # 12 Sora (Digimon) # 13 Bulma (Dragon Ball) # 14 Mimi (Digimon) # 15 Misty (Pokemon) # 16 Rei (Sailormoon) # 17 Umi (MK Rayearth) # 18 Videl (Dragon Ball) # 19 Asuka (Eva) # 20 Urd (Oh my Goddess)

( 9:44 PM ) Slayers kyara test... now THESE results are good.

# 1 Gaav the Demon Dragon King # 2 Beastmaster Zelas # 3 Luna Inverse # 4 Valgaav (Vally-girl! ^_^) # 5 Xelloss Metallium # 6 Zelgadiss Greywords # 7 Gourry Gabriev # 8 Lina Inverse # 9 Rezo the Red Priest # 10 Filia Ul Copt # 11 Martina Whatever-Her-Last-Name-Is # 12 Amelia Wil Tesra Seyruun # 13 Naga (Wil Tesra Seyruun? I think so) # 14 Kopii Rezo # 15 Prince Phil

( 9:41 PM ) Sailor Moon test results... scary. O_O

# 1 Nehelenia # 2 Setsuna/Sailor Pluto # 3 Artemis # 4 Galaxia # 5 Haruka/Sailor Uranus # 6 Taiki/Sailor Star Maker # 7 Hotaru/Sailor Saturn # 8 Michiru/Sailor Neptune # 9 Minako/Sailor Venus # 10 Rei/Sailor Mars # 11 Yaten/Sailor Star Healer # 12 Luna # 13 Makoto/Sailor Jupiter # 14 Princess Kakyuu # 15 Ami/Sailor Mercury # 16 Chibiusa/Sailor Chibi Moon # 17 Seiya/Sailor Star Fighter # 18 Mamoru/Tuxedo Kamen # 19 Usagi/Sailor Moon # 20 Chibi-Chibi/Sailor Chibi Chibi Moon

( 9:39 PM ) Pokemon test...

# 1 Satoshi/Ash # 2 Shigeru/Gary # 3 Nyarth/Meowth # 4 Kasumi/Misty # 5 Pikachu # 6 Takeshi/Brock # 7 Kojiro/James # 8 Musashi/Jessie

I'm Ash and Gary... isn't that damn close to weird?

( 9:37 PM ) *laughing again* CHECK IT OUT!!

CCS Kyara test results:

# 1 Kero-chan # 2 Syaoran Li # 3 Touya Kinomoto # 4 Tomoyo Daidouji # 5 Eriol Hiiragizawa # 6 Sakura Kinomoto # 7 Yukito Tsukishiro

I'm Kero-chan!

( 9:35 PM ) EEEEEEH!!! O_O; For the X/1999 test... I'm Satsuki! O_o

# 1 Yatouji Satsuki - dragon of earth # 2 Kuzuki Kakyou - dragon of earth # 3 Sumeragi Subaru - dragon of heaven # 4 Monou Fuuma - dragon of earth # 5 Nataku - dragon of earth # 6 Shirou Kamui - dragon of heaven # 7 Kishuu Arashi - dragon of heaven # 8 Shiyuu Kusanagi - dragon of earth # 9 Kigai Yuuto - dragon of earth # 10 Sakurazuka Seishirou - dragon of earth # 11 Aoki Seiichirou - dragon of heaven # 12 Arisugawa Sorata - dragon of heaven # 13 Kasumi Karen - dragon of heaven # 14 Nekoi Yuzuriha - dragon of heaven

( 9:32 PM ) *laughing like a total idiot* CHECK THIS OUT! HOW FUNNY!!! I find that the results for my taking the Eva kyara personality test are very well done!

# 1 Asuka Langley Sohryu # 2 Gendou Ikari # 3 Ryouji Kaji # 4 Misato Katsuragi # 5 Touji Suzuhara # 6 Kaworu Nagisa # 7 Kouzou Fuyutsuki # 8 Ritsuko Akagi # 9 Aoba Shigeru # 10 Makoto Hyuuga # 11 Shinji Ikari # 12 Maya Ibuki # 13 Hikari Horaki # 14 Rei Ayanami # 15 Pen-Pen

( 5:56 PM ) Speller!!! You owe me Mickey ears, and I want Lance's underwear!! AND FEEL MY WRATH!! *wraths Speller* MWAHAHAHAHA! JOYCE IS DEAD! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! ( 7:36 AM ) Morning Blog!

Nah-nah-nah! Riot Ink business caaaards! *heehee*

I'm okay, really.

I am headachey!!! As Amy would say... my head is doing the achey brakey dance of PAIN. So, I imagine I will get nothing done in class. Ms. Fotinos is gonna kill me for skipping anyway... *sighs*

Querida! I shall continue my efforts to make dad buckle!!

Meagen-san.... really, I know what you mean. Technically, I can draw, but I kinda lack depth in my art (from what I can see). There are very few pictures that turn out with the emotion or realism I want them to come out with..... and funny enough, that kyara that I tend to make look how I want is good ol' Lucas.

Lucas: What can I say? I'm perfect. *mutters* Yeah, right...

And yes, you're getting fanart. Now if only I can manage to scan it....

Meg's Art Corner! Raphael-chan, or as I refer to him in RPs, Lian's Rukura. This is a fine example of what I draw in math class on scrap paper. And querida? It's not THAT good. ^##^;;;;

That's all from me!

Over an' out!

( 10:48 PM ) Of course my idea is good, querida! I'm so smart after all! *tosses away IQ test scores that say only 142* Lucas with blue hair.... streaked with green!!!!!! Yeeaaah, baby! ( 3:23 PM ) Warning, incoming rant!

STUPID! GODDAMN FLIPPIN' STUPID!! What a GOOD way to get yourself killed! Doing f*cking drugs! STUPID STUPID!!! Goddamn it! I mean, pot, okay that's bad. Bad and STUPID. But 'shrooms?!! HOT DAMN IS THAT STUPID!! And not only that, getting yourself into a situation where you get thrown out of your mom's house?! F*cking stupid! *fumes*

(note: never mind, needed to vent.... friend issues)

( 2:00 PM ) At home and skipping civics class.... *whistles and rocks back on her heels* 9.9

You know what's scary? It's scary when a dood whom you eat lunch with even jokes about wanting to rape you. That's scary. Even scarier is when he pins you against the wall and you have to fight him off, and when he comes back, your best (guy) friends beat the living sh*t out of him. Not quite sure what to make of this.... big super duper hugs and thank yous to Mike and Matt, my new bodyguards. Dan, touch me again, and they'll kill you for sure. I'll see to it. *sweet smile*

( 7:32 AM ) Morning blog!

Querida: Yep, the Mark plot is similar to our dj idea... except a bit more profound. *heh* And seriously, tho, a good plot would be something to the effect of Mark goes baaaad-niichan and tries to end the world, and you gots to stop him. There's a plot. Hooray for plots! Cam's efforts on trying to get Mark to put some sort of value on his own body should start working someday. I mean, HOW many times has Cam explained it? Not to mention, Mark has a nice idea of how Cam thinks now that he's been inside his mind. Mark-niichan's a slut.... but I love him anyway!

Cam: *pounds the living daylights out of Meg for calling Mark such a thing*

*heeheehee* Animal comparisons! *heehee* I gotta try that! Rukura = gecko Poya = otter Yuken = viper Lucifer = duck Michael = horse Zachariah = pot-bellied pig (personality wise) Gabriel = peacock Kanson = crocodile (someone patch in a call to australia, let's get the Crocodile Hunter in here, please... *crosses fingers*)

Meagen-san: I'm working on a fanart for you of SailorM. I shall prolly CG it tonight or tomorrow, okie?

School blows! I don't wanna go to school! WAH!

over and out.

( 6:35 PM ) For fun, and just to annoy him... Rukura's stats!

Name: Raphael Harrison Nickname: Rukura Age: 17 Date of Birth: February 28th Hair: purple Eyes: green Height: 6'4 Occupation: student Descent: Angel Family: human family includes Jacob [father, deceased] and Mary-Anne [mother, deceased]. Original family includes Kanson [father], Europa [mother, deceased], and Uriel {Yuken} [half-brother] Friends: Lucifer, Pandora {Poya}, Michael, Zachariah Current Residence: Atlanta, Georgia Likes: music, reading, daydreaming, being anti-social Dislikes: homework, unwanted attention, medication, and fighting Skills: singing, getting weirdly good grades Setbacks: has a rather serious heart condition, which despite medication and various attempts, is damn near impossible to treat, suicidal, and generally miserable Notes: reincarnation of the Messiah. Human mother died in childbirth, human father committed suicide a few months later. Is considered a "problem child", as he usually gets into fights at school. Been shifted around to foster homes all his life, never staying in one particular home longer than 1 1/2 years. Most recent foster family died in a car crash, leaving him the only living "relative" to claim his foster father's fortune. Lives alone.

( 6:24 PM ) Chris-kun: Dood, a meant the person playing as being Mark... ^__^;;

Meg-chan's on net restrictions, lalalalala... she's gonna get in trouble if she gets caught on the internet, lalalalala... she's rewriting stats for LotM, lalalalala.... she's TOO attached to Raphael-chan, lalala--

Rukura: *belts Meg in the head* Don't call me that! Meg: It's your legal name, isn't it? I like it better 'an Rukura...

Dan wants me to hit him. In the eeeeeew kinda way. Do I really come across as that much of a dom? @_@

( 7:16 AM ) Morning blog!

This is bound to be a short enrty, as mom is home. Sooo...

I had a really funky dream last night, but I don't remember it. All I remember is waking up a lot, upset, and trying to recall where I was. Bennett was curled up to me most of the night (good spiritie dood ^_^), but I don't think it helped much.... ah, well, it's the thought that counts.

Yesterday, I blew $44 on prismacolor pens. I got the box set of cool greys, plus a replacement 60% warm grey as mine is running out. That's me broke for another month now.

BMB is cuuuuuute today. *giggles* I want my verra' own Mik! I *heartheart* Mik! Rach, you better get me a Mik for my birthday! Or else!

I can't draw worth beans lately. *cries*

to Chris-kun: Thanks for the comment on the layout... and maybe now I'll bug querida to do an AH game (I honestly didn't think about that @_@).

*ponders* Yeah, you could go arouns as Mark in the game, and you could sleep with every second person you run into---

Cam: SHUT UP! *thwacks Meg* Meg: Hey, it's not my fault that your hubby is a total sl--- Cam: *throws a table at Meg* Meg: Itaaaai. X_X

Otaaay, enough out of me. Over and out.

( 11:44 PM ) Hal is GOD... lalalala! Hal is thy holy master! ( 11:27 PM ) Purple is a nice colour! It's the colour of hentai. ^__^; ( 12:30 AM ) BEHOLD THE NEW LAYOUT!!!

....very purple, isn't it?

( 3:58 PM ) This close >< to shooting myself... ( 3:56 PM ) I WILL get this to work.... I swear I will. ( 3:53 PM ) HTML is annoying. Background image, where are you? ( 3:50 PM ) Let's hope for the background image now.... *crosses fingers* ( 3:45 PM ) Playing with the layout... ( 3:25 PM ) This is the temp layout, as I'm altering this puppy to look how I want it to. New version should be up tonight. ( 2:43 PM ) Chris-kun: the Boa cd has two names. One is the japanese release, the other is for the international market. It's either called Race of the Thousand Camels or Twilight (like this here blog!). And the Limp Bizkit cd is called Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavoured Water. And Hannibal is a lot different than the Silence of the Lambs, isn't it? I liked it, but I stand by the fact that Jodie Foster made a much better Clarice Starling than Julianne Moore could ever hope to be.

Anyway.

My Bennett still isn't home... Dora, is he still with you? If not, you'd think he'd be home by now... *sighs*

Okay, time for me to book it outta' here for a bit afore dad calls and has a fit 'cause the line is busy.

( 8:05 PM ) Interlude...

Meg: Cain and Yuken! KAWAII!!!! Yuken: *giggles and twitches his neko-mimi, looking all innocent* Rukura: ICK! Who the HELL would touch HIM!? *points at Yuken* Meg: Well, you 'touched' him once... Rukura: NOT BY CHOICE, GODDAMMIT!! .... *sneezes* Yuken: *eyes Rukura venomously* Rukura: I'll be running off to Lian now... *heads for the hills as fast as his (verra' long) legs can carry him*

( 8:00 PM ) Querida, thank goodness it's not bronchitis. That's something I get a LOT, and it's not fun at all. And ten pounds? ALRIGHT! You GO, girlfriend!! *tackleglomps* You'll be okay.... I know so! ^.^

I got the "Play" cd (Moby), which came with the edit of South Side for free. Bonus, baby! ^_____^

( 7:24 AM ) Morning blog!

Well, I feel mighty stupid this morning. Yesterday, I kinda pulled a muscle in my left leg (riiight in my calf), but it stopped hurting. Woke up from a funky dream and got up to find it hurt. Now, being the idiot I am and not usually restricted by physical pain (hey, that's what ended up breaking my ankle), I went for a shower. Feeling headachey and cramped, I worked my way down the stairs, only to pull the same muscle again and fall about halfway down and land on the cat at the bottom. ^___^;;; <---- feels very dumb

*falls over* Meagen-san, you had me scared a minute there! If you had MEANT Mark, I would have had to call in paramedics and stuff to make sure you weren't doped up on anything!!!! @_@

List of kyara and colours this blog is gonna be themed on in order of layout updates: Cam/purple (this weekend, hopefully) Lucas/red (whenever) Mark/blue (whenever) Sybandial/pink (whenever) Jesse/green (whenever)

Each layout will have a background featuring the kyara, too! ^_^

I really need a life. Over and out!

( 9:51 PM ) Song lyrics... one of Cam's most recent themes! "Learn to Fly" by the Foo Fighters

Run and tell all of the angels This could take all night Think I need a devil to help me get things right

Hook me up a new revolution Cuz this one is a lie We sat around laughing And watched the last one die

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of lying Make my way back home when I learn to fly

I'm done nursing the patience I can wait one night I'd give it all away if you'd give me one last try We'll live happily ever trapped if you'd just save my life Run and tell the angels that everything's all right

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to

Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own

Looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to...

( 7:06 PM ) Tay, I've decided the theme for my next layout... good ol' Bennett and the colour purple. How... fitting. ^__^

Now if only I can get this stupid HTML editor thing to work... *binks it*

( 11:05 AM ) Morning blog (late again)!

WHOO HOO! I GOT INTO THE ADVANCED VISUAL ART STUDIO CLASS!!! BIG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ON MR. HALL!!!!

Yeaaah, I just went to first period class this morning and got my classes for next year reviewed. Then I came home because the muscles in my abdomen are spasming and it hurts like bugger all.

To all my blogging friends; I'm gonna change the layout of this blog in the next week (I have a LOT of links to add). I'm gonna theme it around an AH kyara, so lemme know who you think would be best, please. Just post your opinion in your blog, as I read most of them daily anyway. ^__^;

( 8:23 PM ) Yeah, I've neglected my duties as a blog-person lately... I have a life, you know. (Hey, the LEAST you can do is smile and nod! T_T)

Not much is happening, really. My civics class keeps getting cancelled, so I think I'll skip it tomorrow and come home early. What else to say...? Ummm, not much.

Song of the moment: "The Kids Aren't Alright" by the Offspring. I'm on a REAL Offspring kick right now... dunno why exactly. Maybe 'cause they just amuse me. ^_^;

Grammy awards. Bleeeek. *makes a face*

Amy, kids who don't like cheese are stupid! HA HA!

( 3:33 PM ) ...afternoon.... blog!

This morning I spent the whole time trying to get my scanner to work, so thus, no morning blog. But I've got some stuff say for a change!

Today, lunch period was spent bothering Dan for the most part. He really ticked me off yesterday, and I'm extracting my revenge. So, I was making him jealous by glomping Matt at every opportunity (Matt doesn't mind too much, and he's nice to hug 'cause he's always warm.... and no, Mike, he's not my boyfriend! JUST A FRIEND!! T_T). It was rather comical. Civics class was cancelled, since Ms. Fotinos was at the Raptor's game with the people who signed up to go... the half of my class that was at school for the last three periods of the day got transferred to a Grade 12 geography class, in which was SO awkward that the teacher took pity on us and sent us all home. Redoing Angel Hunter again. This time, on the right sized paper... I'm sticking with the page layouts, tho, as I think I've got the look I want.

And, for fun! Rukura's theme song lyrics!

Home by Depeche Mode

Here is a song from the wrong side of town Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound That pounds from within and is pinning me down

Here is a page from the emptiest stage A cage or the heaviest cross ever made A guage of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here

The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong...

Feels like home I should have known From my first breath

God sent the only true friend I call mine Pretend that I'll make amends the next time Befriend the glorious end of the line

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here.

( 7:11 AM ) Morning Blog!

This song is tripping me out right now, but goddamn, do I love it! *grooves to "Home" by Depeche Mode* It's a really dramatic song... and it's sooooo making me think of Rukura. >_<;

It's very cold this morning. At least I think so, anyway, so I'm sitting here wearing the couch blanket as a cape. I feel like a doooork.

Meg's Art Corner (Freckle-chan, you copycat! T_T)

A special little picture; Lucas in his newest style of dress. Drool factor, out of 10? 12.

What else to say... ummm... Mom didn't leave me lunch money again. T_T;

Over and out!

( 2:12 PM ) Cam: EVERYONE RUN WHILE YOU CAN!!!! THE END IS NEAR!!!!!

....yep, for the first time in YEARS, I'm the proud owner of twp pairs of blue jeans. I've not worn blue jeans since I was about 5... and these ones fit niiiiice. I have hips and a waist.... @__@

Anyway, mom and I went to Sears and then to Curry's Art Supplies. I got my two pairs of jeans, two men's dress shirts (one white, one black), a new sketchbook, 4 new warm grey prismacolors, and a new 05 pigment pen. I am a happy Meg-chan!

Blue jeans that fit... *in shock*

( 9:09 PM ) I have officially started rewriting the Chronicles of Benjamin Carter! WHIHAI! Here's a bit of what I've written so far.

Frail. Benjamin was frail. He was about 5'4, fifteen years of age, and pale. He was small and slight in build; a boy and not yet a man. Right now, he looked more fragile than he really was... curled up under the blankets of his rather small bed, bruised and crying. It was a familiar scene.

Benjamin wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand in a vain attempt to push the tears away. However, it was pointless since more just spilled down his cheeks as if to spite him and his efforts to stop them. He hated crying. Hated it. But at times like this --- only at times like this--- he couldn't help himself. He was so tired of being forced into the clutches of rich men; predators that liked their pleasure taken out on the young boys who could be bought if the price was right. He was sick of the violation and the abuse. Most of all, he was sick of his father pushing him into it. His own father. He hiccupped in his efforts to restrain his tears.

Benjamin wanted more than anything to run away. Run away to another city, another country, anywhere but where he was. Just out of the clutches of the people who hurt him so much. But he was trapped like the birds his father kept in the iron cages that lined the back yard. He was a prisoner, shackled to the bars of his perpetual cage. Derkshaw would catch him if he ran. Derkshaw always caught him.

"Damn him to hell," Benjamin thought bitterly, though he regretted thinking it for reasons he couldn't quite explain.

There was a tap of boots in the hallway, and Benjamin closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and pretended to be asleep. The heavy, even steps stopped outside his door. The door squeaked as it opened slightly.

Benjamin tried to keep his breathing slow and deep, tried not to flinch. He felt Derkshaw's gaze on him. It burned.

'Go away, papa, go away....'

The door opened a bit more, and the tap of boots carried into the room.

It would be a good half hour before Derkshaw left, the blood on his hands and shirt not his own.

( 2:28 PM ) Man, am I grateful for mom. She just brought me the most wonderful little care packet of a bottle of ibuprofen and a Terry's Dark Chocolate Orange bar. *sniffles happily* Thank you, mommie!

Amy, Amy, Amy.... you have no idea how much stress is gone already. *heavy sigh* I can't thank you enough.

Spellleeeeeeerrrr, next weekend is go for coming over to my house to watch movies! You like freaky movies, I'll make you watch freaky ANIME movies! On the roster so far: Perfect Blue and X. Maybe I'll make a trip to Roger's Video and snag Devil Man or something. But I will get you hooked. I will. Your time will come (*sings* thy will be done!).

*laughing at BMB* Yeah, Mik, you dirty minded cutie! You think those nasty thoughts about Harley! *laughing*

Oiiii, Freckle-chan... you posted a nice list of couples you like. I think for fun, I'll do the same!

Cardcaptor Sakura Touya and Yukito - kawaii! KAWAII!!!! Sakura and Tomoyo - so sue me!

Oh My Goddess! Trobadour and Urd - they were cool! Too bad he's such a dork. Keiichi and Belldandy - well, DUH!

Magic Knight Rayearth Ascot and Umi - I'm a sucker for Ascot. What a little cutie! Clef and Presea - ditto that, 'cause Clef is so cute and so short!

Dragon Half Mink and Lufa - not likely, I know, but still.

Bakuretsu Hunter Tira and Carrot - feh on Chocolate. She's not half as cool as Tira. Marron and Gateau - I don' like Gateau too much, but Marron is so hot. *_*

Ranma 1/2 Ranma and Shampoo - not likely, either, but I think Mousse is too wussy for her. I've always been a Ranma/Shampoo 'shipper.

Shamanic Princess Kagetsu and Tiara - it's a sad relationship... Sarah and Tiara - um, don't ask.

Slayers Lina and Gourry - he's so funny around her... ^__^

Sailor Moon Usagi and anyone but Mamoru! T_T; Chibi Usagi and Pelulu [Perelu, Perele] - *heehee* Cute fae-ish boy with white hair!

Neon Genesis Evangelion Shinji and Asuka - I think she really does like him. She just doesn't know how to show it. Misato and Koji - funny funny! She's a player, tho.

RPing kyara [involving mine] Cam and Mark - for obvious reasons. Rukura, Lian, and Gabby - yes, a yaoi threesome. They're all so cute. Sola [Soren] and Sybandial - so innocent and sweet. ^_^ Jyrian and Quoik - I don't talk about these two much, but their relationship is really cute. Jesse and Rach - how can I not like this? He's cute, she's cute (haha, Rach!) Lucas and Lila - I liked this possibility... too bad she's dead and we won't find out what woulda' happened. Lucas and Carter - this is a slightly more demented relationship. Cadence and Lexiel - a more intellectual relationship... even if Lexiel is kinda big on sex for sick reasons. ^_^; Cadence3 and Cam - I'm a sick, sick girl. Lucifer and Setsuko - if we get Setsuko back, then we can resume this. They're cute too. ^_^

Other Stories Kiih and Ro (from Dora's "Three O'Clock") - I don't really know why... these two just kinda hit it off in my mind. Len and Yuri (see above) - ditto the above again.

Book Series Ron and Hermione - need I explain? Sirius and Remus - again, need I explain? Lestat and Louis (Anne Rice's VC books) - strange but yummy relationship Lestat and David - intellectual and alluring. Marius and Amadeo - Stokholm syndrome. Cal and Meg (A Wrinkle in Time) - KAWAII!

That's that done. ^__^;

( 10:41 PM ) Sap warning ahead!

I have the best best friends in the whole world! My best friends are Speller and Amy!

Speller, who I know I don't mention on here too much (I'm sorry! ;_;), is the smartest person I know. She's also one of the most talented writers, too. How many people can write a whole novel before/during high school? Aside from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, not many. And her poetry kicks ass! She has a lot of it published. She can also draw better realistic stuff than I can, which makes me mondo jealous. It's not fair, I tell you! And she must learn to watch out for Hannibal. Beware him. Speller likes pudding. And pears. Damn those pears.

Amy and I have been friends since 7th grade, when she was the "new kid". We actually first met in drama class. She ran over a possum on her way to work. Yeeeah! She, too, is an amazing writer. It's not FAIR! She came runner up in the story writing contest a while back. I was proud. And I SCREEEEEEAMED the loudest when she won the Todd Bayless award. I live to embarrass.... ^_~

I am grateful to have such good friends. I love them. This concludes the sap. ^___^;

( 9:04 PM ) Querida, you're cooler than Simon and Milo! (Personally, Milo's a tad too butch for my liking, but Simon is a cute little brit guy with the sweetest little sentiments!) ....anyway.... yes, you have a neck. I hope. ^_~

And to complete the phrase you know you have problems when...you obsess over a cartoon with no neck, no nose, and huge eyes!

( 7:29 AM ) Morning blog!

I watched Perfect Blue last night. It downright scared me! Seeing Hannibal didn't scare me, seeing the Rage; Carrie 2 didn't scare me.... but Perfect Blue DID. The "real Mima" (the one who's forever in the Cham costume) is SCARY!!! And the Mimaniac is pretty scary too. o_O Iffen you haven't seen this movie, get it. Especially if you like stuff like Neon Genesis Evangelion, X, or Serial Experiments Lain. I warn you, there's nudity, a rape scene, and a lot of gore. This movie freaked me out more than Eva did.

In other news... going to the art store tomorrow!!! And, I'm also skipping 5th period today. Maybe even 3rd, 'cause I'm stuck doing NOTHING all class anyway. -_-;

Hopefully they have the 10x15 paper I want... 'cause, you know, that being the traditional dimensions for comic drawing. Y'all knew that, right? *gives you a loooooook*

And I best be off to get ready... JA!

( 7:02 PM ) Blogger hates me.

OH! OH! EVERYONE GO READ TODAY'S BMB!!! CY AND SKIDS FOREVERRRRR!!!!

I'm having a hell of a lucky streak this week. Today, in the mail, I got an AUTOGRAPHED Simon and Milo picture, FRAMED!!! *swoons*

And I got Perfect Blue!!!!

( 5:14 PM ) Gonna go see Hannibal with Mike and Chris in about half an hour! ^__^ ( 7:21 AM ) Morning Blog!

Last night, began a really angsty RP with Cam and Mark (well, it was angsty on Cam's end). Now, I only just realized that I think up really weird stuff that follow pretty much all the major time/space/reality laws. And all on a whim and at random. It's strange. You know you study this stuff too much when.... Yep, it's not every day when I come up with plots like that puppy. Using the imprints left in the reality weave to reconstruct a Mark.... that's some strange stuff (but it actually makes sense, which is what throws me). Huh.

I feel guilty... I got mad at Amy last night. She was being a little more depressing than usual, and I just couldn't stand it. I'm sick and stressed and I don't need to boost her ego all the time.

I've had this urge for the past couple of days to draw Cam shaking Lucas by the shoulders and looking very upset while Lucas looks blank. I don't really know why.... the caption for it has been running through my head, as it is this: "What am I to you?!" Trippiness.

Well, being the idiot I am, I didn't do my civics homework. My group is gonna love me for that.... then again, they're sticking me with the job of reading the presentation on Spain because I'm the only one that knows how to speak some Spanish. *sweatdrops*

I'm having urges to draw the weirdest things.... I hate it when Cam angsts at me from his little spot in my mind.

Meg's Art Corner A really weird little picture of c3 and a Chibi Cam. C3 is drawn more in my gothic anime style than my normal one. Turned out quite well! ^_^

Over and out!

( 7:16 PM ) Neeee, imouto! If you're not gonna be doing Yunga Neko for a while, you should get a guest artist to do, like, weekly panels just until you can work on it again. *volunteers* ( 7:14 AM ) Morning blog time again, kids!

I'm feeling okay this morning, so school for me. *sigh* School is so boring. Lunch is okay, mind you, because I have (as Speller said) "so many male bitches that work" for me. ^__^

I've been doing a lot of drawing since I got those pens. It's scary... can't wait to get more! ^__^ I also gotta get me some 10 X 15 paper, 'cause that's the standard comic size. I don't feel up to fighting with printers because the size ratio on 8.5 X 11 is uneven. Screw it. I'll just redo it all on standards.

I'm having the straaangest breakfast. Pork chops. Don't ask me, it was the only thing I could find...

Song of the moment: "Cruel Angel's Thesis (Harmonia Remix)" from Evangelion. *slobbers* I forgot what a COOL remix this is!!!

Meg's Art Corner Ben Carter, looking cute and vaguely distant! (Hey, he's a Blink fan, too!) Mark makes a scarilly cute girl. o_O Appearently, so does Lucas. Onna-Cam makes me think of Rally from Gunsmith Cats for some reason.... How cliché.

Over and out!

( 5:30 PM ) Nah nah naaaah! Meg has Sympatico access!!

Anyway, Meg also got herself some niiiiice grey prismacolor pens yesterday! Meg drew some pretty pretty pictures with them, too! Meg is happy, so she is!

Meg's Art Corner With her new prismacolors in hand, Meg is proud to present her latest creations! Angelique, the evil evil bitchy whore of a Demon from AH. She's pretty, tho. ^_^; "Legacy of the Messiah" cast shot; Rukura, Lucifer, and Pandora as kids! Carter and Lucas, a strange relationship these doods have. Carter looks somewhat like Cam, doesn't he? Quoik, Meg's only fae kyara!!

( 2:25 PM ) Tiredtiredtiredtired....

At the Office Place, they have a set of 24 prismacolor markers for about 40 bucks. I WANT THEM, but mom says "no, I don't have that kind of money right now". So, what we're gonna do, is I'm gonna drag her to Curry's Art Supplies store in a few hours and see how much THEY'RE selling them for.... maybe she'll buckle and take me back to the Office Place. ^_~

I need grey markers...

...oh, note to all who talk to me at night online. I won't be on until really late 'cause the network will be down. Unless mom hooks us up with Sympatico tonight, I'll be on around 2am. *sniffles* I'm gonna be without my querida fix! *snifflesniffle*

( 8:34 PM ) Lack of bloggingness today, as you all may have noticed. Dunno why, I was home again....

song of the moment: "Under the Bridge" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I *heart* Flea.... what an AMAZING bass player. Too bad this song doesn't showcase him much. If you want good bass by the dood tho, "Californication" is an order.

*cheers* The restrictions to see Hannibal have been changed from R to AA! In other words, I can get in to see it! Heeey, Dan, Amy, Speller, anyone? Wanna come with? I warn y'all, tho, it's been said that this movie is grotesquely violent.

Tomorrow is gonna be a very busy day. I'm going into town with my mom and brother for most of the day, then it's home for a few hours (like, two), and to the mall where I shall meet with Quinn-chan and Chris to go for our ritual Riot Ink business meeting. Then I shall return from the depths of Quinn's anime/transformers shrine of a home and return to my humble lair around midnight. Then I'll prolly talk to my baaaaybeeeeee (aka: querida) for the remainder of the dark hours of the evening.

Oh! Celeb Jeopardy! Two of my faaaaavourite doods were on there! Seth Green from various shows such as Buffy, and Steven from the Barenaked Ladies! DOOD! And Seth has his hair buzzed in sooooo damn short that he looks bald. 0_o

Kick ass! 3 Doors Down are playing at the Warehouse on March 11, and tickets are only $27... man, I wanna GOOOOO!!!

( 12:37 PM ) For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know Suffered wounds test there their pride Men of five, still alive through the raging glow Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die It is the last time you will Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery He hears the silence so loud Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls

( 12:17 PM ) Okay, today's guest BMB is quite good. ^__^

*points out the window* Heehee, a mini-plow!! *giggles*

song of the moment: "Sunny Came Home" by Shawn Colvin (so sue me, I like this song... ).

( 12:08 PM ) Why is it on days that it's not supposed to snow, it snows the most? We've gotten about 13 cm since last night and it's still coming down... -_-;

song of the moment: "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica. Heeheehee....makes me think of AH. I shall post the lyrics on here later.

( 7:42 AM ) The Wheel of Excitement on Neopets loves me... I just won another 10 000 np. O_O ( 7:35 AM ) Morning blog!

Here I am, killing time while I wait for either mom to call me or for me to call mom. Stupid morons in Wal-Mart, you call the main office and ask to be patched through to Electronics, and they put you on hold and hang up on you. Figures, it was mom's boss that just did that to me. Moron.

I got slim to no sleep last night due to sickness. Man, do I hurt... I feel like my guts are being put into a dryer's spin cycle constantly. And after drinking 3 L of cranberry juice, I'm not too good right now. I'm kinda waiting for mom to call so I can ask her what to do... I dunno if I should stay home or go to school. I bet I'm missing a fair bit. Well, there's always Fiona and Harpreet to ask. ^_^;;

I bet Dan's gonna kill me if I'm off another day. Mike's prolly beaten him up a few times by now without me there.

*drums her fingers* Mom, I asked you to phone me... you've got 10 minutes, and then I phone YOU....and hope I don't get hung up on...

Oh! BmB's on it's guest week. Y'know, with guest artists doing the panels. I'm not liking it too much. Yesterday's was a tad too blunt, with not enough joke 'ahind it. Maybe next time, I'll try for a guest spot on there. I'd be sure to do something involving Cy and Skids. I love Cy and Skids. ^__^

I'm running very low on straight kyara. Querida manages to turn them all gay! *shakes her head* Bennett, Lucas, Rukura, Sy.... who next? *turns to Tiirak* Dood, you're not gay are you? Tiirak: No way. Meg: You sure?? Tiirak: Yes, I'm sure. Meg: *looks suspicious*

Mommie bought me the Silence of the Lambs yesterday. It's such a good movie, and all the better if you've read the book. The casting for the movie is very good, too... Jodie Foster makes such a cute Clarice Starling. It really pisses me off that Julianne Moore is playing Clarice in Hannibal (which comes out tomorrow, check your local listings ^_~). She is SO not Starling material. But as long as Sir Anthony Hopkins is still good ol' Hannibal Lecter the Cannibal, I'll watch it.

*calls Mom* Wow, I got through....!!! Maybe that's because I cheated and used the associates-only code. How would I know THAT? 9.9

Looks like I get to stay home again today... *feh* Boredom and a half. Amy, if you're home, feel free to phone me or something.

Over and out!

( 10:50 PM ) Yeeeeeeeee! Querida can read my mind and alter my dreamstate!!!!

No one should have to drink 2 litres of cranberry juice in 5 hours. x_X

( 9:21 AM ) Morning blog!

I'm home sick! And it's only the 4th day of semester 2. Seems that whatever the hell was wrong with me before is wrong with me again... pain hurts, you know. T_T;

I've not much to say today... doesn't that suck when you wanna say something but you're outta' stuff to say?

OH!!! GOOD NEWS! AH Issue one is officially coming along WELL! Looks like I won't have to go to version 16... ^___^

( 9:32 PM ) Rukura and Lian... I got bored and messed around with PC Paintbrush... ( 6:41 PM ) *looking from her cat CC to her mug of hot chocolate* CC is staring at the marshmellows like they're evil..... *inches away* ( 6:29 PM ) The Angel Hunter church stainglass window...? ( 4:00 PM ) Okay, I know.... I didn't blog this morning. I was running mighty late. I had to hop fences to get to school. ^_^;;;

What did I do today? Not much. I got yelled at three times and nearly booted out of my history class (why? for drawing! >.<;;), and I nearly fell asleep in comm tech. Thankfully, Mr. Dewitte let us out early.

The layouts for pages 1-4 of AH have been redone. This is version 15... and I'm LIKING it! FINALLY!

Heeey, imouto! Mercutio was the best kyara in that play. I also liked Benvolio, he was cool too (my once-best-friend Brittany took to calling me 'Volio 'cause I liked him so much). Mercutio, tho, had one hell of an attitude, and he was interesting and VERY funny. Too bad he had to die... I'm glad you liked the little snippet. Allow me to post another, just for you! ^__^ This is another bit I quite like.

Benjamin found it facinating to watch him, he was so calm and so... well, he was the very picture of freedom as far as he was concerned. Yes, that was it. Benjamin admired Lokistrant's blasé attitude towards life. Envy, almost.

When one night, Lokistrant was late on his ritual visits to the plantation, Benjamin worried. Could he have been hurt?.... no. This was Lokistrant. He didn't GET hurt. But maybe he just didn't want to see him anymore?

Abandonment. A reoccurring issue. His throat felt dry suddenly. He curled up on his bed, blond hair over his eyes, and wished for morning, when he KNEW that Lokistrant would not come. No second guessing when daylight was involved.

Minutes passed. And quite unexpectedly, Lokistrant was there, startling the boy. Leaning against the far wall, watching quietly, decked out in his usual dark reds and silvers. Benjamin sat up. "How long have you been there? You scared me!"

Lokistrant smiled his usual enigmatic smile, the impression of fangs something no longer unexpected. "Carter, deepest apologies for being so late." The smile was kind, but the voice was final, the tone stating that there was to be no questions asked. Lokistrant held out his hand to the boy. "Care to come with me into town for a while?"

( 7:45 AM ) Morning Blog, part II

Oh! I saw Cast Away over the weekend! It's SO good! Tom Hanks is a surprisingly good actor... I mean, who else can get away with talking to a volleyball so convincingly? And we all know that Amy likes to imagine him naked (Tom, not the volleyball). You should all go see it! NOW!!!! That's an order!

Heehee, now a little quote for fun from a story I am going to re-write.

Benjamin stared across the table at the stranger, worried. The man seemed in his twenties, if that, and had long brown hair that spilled over his shoulders and down his back. His eyes were an unnatural ruby red, and they were very intelligent eyes. Benjamin had learned early in life to be cautious, especially with the smarter ones.

The man crossed his hands on the table in front of him, casual. "Benjamin Carter, correct?"

Benjamin could dect a vague, though unrecognizable, accent. "Yes sir."

"You're fifteen?"

"Yes sir."

"Such a shame to see someone so young forced into... what you're familiar with."

Benjamin sunk down in his chair. "Why are you here? Why did you pull me away from papa?"

To match Benjamin's withdraw from the table, the man leaned forward, and smiled. Benjamin could have sworn he saw fangs. "You remind me of someone."

( 7:22 AM ) Morning blog!

Man, do I feel WEIRD this morning. I'm not sure why, exactly, but I just feel weird. I dunno. I think a certain spiritie dood slept in my bed with me last night.... *points at Bennett* 'Cause I actually slept.

Last night, during a particularly good RP, my ISP died and wouldn't let me back on. I wasn't happy. It was getting SO good, too... *pouts*

I'm so quickly out of things to say.... ^____^;;

O'er an' out!

( 11:17 AM ) Meg's random contemplations I'm considering re-writing Carter's story, which ties in with a fair bit of Lucas' story. Been considering it for a while... Carter's got some serious problems, and he's fun to write because he's so screwed up. He's got a really weird past. His dad was SUCH a jerk.... and up until becoming a vampire, Carter was good little Bennie; never had the nerve to fight his father. *ponders* It's an interesting story. Maybe I'll start on it again after I get home from seeing Cast Away.... ( 10:56 PM ) Okay, people, special announcement!!!!!!! Congrats to Bennett and niichan on the birth of their daughter, Candra Arael Bennett! ^___^ ( 3:32 PM ) Woohoo! I got switched from Casement's class to Apostolou's class! Hooray!!! And I am already SO ahead of all the people in my comm tech class. I seem to be the only one who knows how to use Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator, Publisher, and Premier, as well as Quark and a few other programs. Damn, am I ahead. *_* ( 7:36 AM ) Morning blog!

Wow, I only slept 3 hours and I feel okay.... *falls out of her chair laughing at today's BmB* Cy and Skids are a riot! I hope they do turn out as a couple! *laughing*

New semester starts today. I'm not too happy about this, as I have history and math this semester, and history is my homeroom class. With Mr. Casement. *cries* NOOOO!!! If I get called by my last name ONCE in his class, I'm gonna commit suicide (okay, not really).

My room is now a nice shrine of large wall hangings. On the walls around my bed, I have three Card Captor Sakura wallscrolls (two anime, one manga), and one kick-ASS Prozzak Saturday People promo poster. Thank you, John. *smilesmilesmile*

On Neopets, I am neopoor. Looks like my pets are gonna be eating at the soup kitchen a lot. -_-;

Meg's Art Corner! I know, I've not done much in the way of art lately. You know what's weird? I tend to draw more in school than at home. I think it's because I'm around so many people. Cam's SD Panther form, doodled in MS Paint. I was bored, okay? And it DID turn out cute. Part of my MS Paint family portrait. I still have to finish the pictures for John and Dani, and the kids too if I have enough willpower after screwing around with the stupid program afterwards.

Song of the moment: "When Doves Cry (Fatboy Slim remix) by Depeche Mode and Prince. I love this... don't ask me why. ^_^;

Quote of the moment: "Listen sister, if I want your opinion, I'll BEAT it out of you!" -- Elvira, Mistress of the Dark

Okay, that's it for now. Ja matta ne! *disappears in purple smoke*

( 12:38 PM ) Song of the moment: "Misere by Andrea Bocelli and John Miles. I have a very....expansive taste in music. So sue me. *sings along* ( 11:45 AM ) To Chris-kun: Dooood, I don't hate you, and I'm not mad at you..... jus' chill, man. S'your blog, you can say what's on your mind...

I got my pretty pretty new cladagh ring in the mail yesterday! *kisses said ring* Mi querida gave it to me!! Isn't that sweet? ^__^

I have come to the conclusion that Cam would make a really scary bad guy. Like, not c3... but if CAM were bad. He'd be scary. I mean, he's already got some issues with where his loyalty lies... and he's pretty much infinite in power. Not to mention, after being killed about 200 times, I think he knows the painful ways to kill people. Wonder if niichan (currently my neechan) sees this? Well, at least now he knows about Cam's possibilities for becoming nothing more than a lethal weapon.

I have three neopets! My blue wocky named Cadence, my green shoyru named Lokistrant, and my yellow eyrie Poyania! ^__^

"My December" is © Linkin Park. The art is mine. Don't take. Information on the layout is thus; this is Damien McKinnley, a character of mine whom I've been roleplaying for a little over a year now. He's Simon McKinnley's oldest child, and he's kinda angsty and depressive. Art done in paintchat and added some snow in Photoshop.

Name: Meg Graham AKA: DJ Rabid Armadillo Age: 17 Birthday: May 1st Identifies as: a depressive and obsessive compulsive bisexual artist and writer Hair: black Eyes: grey Bands: Depeche Mode, Iron Maiden Movies: Fight Club, Velvet Goldmine, Hedwig and the Angry Inch Books: As I Lay Dying, Harry Potter, Fight Club, A Clockwork Orange, and the Repairman Jack series. Anime: Fruits Basket, Kare Kano Manga: Fruits Basket, Kare Kano Artists: Takaya Natsuki, H.R Giger, Tony, Firefly Family: Tony, Julian, Dora, Poe, Mina Lives for: Firefly, art, music

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To Make An Attempt

Sasagawa Ryuhei/Motobuchi Kyoichi Battle Royale 2000~ words. Sfw.

Ryuhei is going to kiss his boyfriend one way or another. With only a half-ass plan in place and more determination than anyone deserves to have, he decides he’s going to do it today. Tagging @hironoshimizu and also @satominoda.

Ryuhei has already decided he has every plan of kissing Kyoichi Motobuchi on the mouth today. He decided it before he went to sleep the night before, so when he gets up, he’s prepared.

There are nerves. Of course there are nerves. No one has ever particularly liked Ryuhei before, and there was that one time he and Hiroshi got drunk and made out, but he doesn’t really count that even if Sho still has the incriminating pictures— and video— stored away on his cell phone. Kyoichi is different in that he does like Ryuhei, or at least likes him enough to hold his hand sometimes and call him his boyfriend when people ask, so this is a little weird for him.

His brother walks right into the bathroom without knocking on the door, because of course he does, and Ryuhei shoots him a glare. “Do you mind? There’s someone in here right now.”

“How was I supposed to— Wait a minute.” Mamoru blinks at him, eyes wide. “Are you doing your hair?”

Before he answers, Ryuhei curls his fingers around the handle of his hairbrush, making sure he has a firm grip on it as he narrows his eyes up at his younger brother. Being short has to be the most maddeningly annoying part of his life. “What are you going to say about it?”

“You’re fixing your fucking hair.” Mamoru claps his hand over his mouth, his face lighting up far more than it has any right to. “Wait ‘til I tell Mom what you’re in here do—”

“You better not, I swear I’ll beat the shit out of you!” Ryuhei swings the hairbrush around hard enough that the impact the back of it has against his brother’s chest echoes in the room.

Of course, their parents are too busy to notice them scuffling in the bathroom, and Ryuhei at least has the advantage of brandishing both a hairbrush and a hot flat iron, which eventually makes his brother retreat on fear of getting burned before school. By the time he leaves the house behind, Ryuhei has managed to keep his hair intact and he feels pretty good about the way he looks, all things considered. Though he doesn’t really like his school uniform and doesn’t usually wear every single part of it to school, and who needs ties in class anyway, he’s dressed as immaculately as possible and exhales softly. He’s done all he can to be presentable today.

He never comes to school earlier than he absolutely has to, which has ended up with more truancy issues than he can begin to handle, but today he shows up half an hour early and makes a beeline for the library. Sure enough, Kyoichi is already sitting at one of the tables, a laptop in front of him, muttering to himself as he works. The librarian is nowhere in sight, and Ryuhei half-wonders if Kyoichi has his own key to the library that allows him to come and go as he pleases, especially considering how early he gets here. Ryuhei thumps the back of a nearby chair with his hand, which makes Kyoichi jump five feet in the air and Ryuhei himself snigger.

“What are you doing here?” Kyoichi asks as he tries to collect himself, straightening the stack of paper beside him before turning his attention back to his laptop screen.

“That’s such a shitty way to greet your boyfriend, Motobuchi, you’re even worse at this than I am.” Ryuhei takes his time walking over to where Kyoichi is sitting, dropping his chin on top of the other boy’s head, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “What are you looking at, anyway?”

“Just some very complicated math theories that I don’t think you’d be that interested in even if I explained to you how it all works.” Kyoichi gestures to the screen as he talks and Ryuhei cocks his head to the side, studying the equations, which almost immediately gives him a headache. Yeah, Kyoichi was not kidding about him not being interested. “But I’m finding myself much more interested in why you’re here this early in the morning when you usually bolt through the door right before the late bell rings. Did you forget an assignment or something?”

“If I’d forgotten it, I definitely wouldn’t stress myself out to do it quickly,” Ryuhei points out.

Kyoichi is quiet for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yeah, no, that’s more like you.”

“I came early because I knew you were going to be here,” Ryuhei says. “And here you are.”

Kyoichi tilts his head back to look up at him, furrowing his brows at him. “Yes, here I am. Why did you need to see me this early? Is there something we need to talk about?”

Instead of answering him, Ryuhei snatches his glasses off of his face and bolts three feet back with them, waving them through the air with a smirk on his face. He doesn’t know why he does it, not really, but the urge had been there and it was far too easy not to go with it when Kyoichi was that close to him. Exasperated, Kyoichi pushes himself out of his chair and makes to give chase, and Ryuhei immediately darts into the bookshelves. Kyoichi has much longer legs and can catch up quickly if he’s not careful, and that’s not really the goal here.

“You came in this early just to terrorize me,” Kyoichi calls from the other side of a shelf while Ryuhei expertly darts around the edge of it, putting more distance between them. “If you really wanted to do this, we could have done it during lunch. I’m busy right now.”

Ryuhei clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, trying to keep his hearing focused so he can pick up the sound of Kyoichi’s soft footsteps beneath his whining. “You’re too busy to spend time with your boyfriend?” he asks, grinning when Kyoichi sputters at him, apparently not knowing how to answer that. “I’m hurt, nerd. I came in just to see you and you do me this way.”

Kyoichi stomps his foot; Ryuhei hears the precise moment when it hits the carpet and easily calculates how close he is. “Since when do you get emotionally hurt by teasing, dumbass?”

“Name calling, now!” Ryuhei cackles to himself as he backs away, peeking over the tops of a few books to see where Kyoichi is. “I thought you were above such childish behavior.”

Kyoichi huffs. “That really makes you one to talk, doesn’t it, Sasagawa?”

“I’m hurt again.” Ryuhei spots the staircase leading up to the second floor of the library out of the corner of his eye and decides to risk it. “Catch me if you can, nerd!”

He takes off at a straight sprint for the stairs, laughing out loud when Kyoichi stutters before starting to run after him. The thing is, Ryuhei is naturally clumsy, and unlucky at best, and so when his foot doesn’t come down right on one of the stairs and he goes sprawling, falling down a few of them in the process, twisting around onto his back, he isn’t really that surprised, just groans.

What does surprise him is the moment when Kyoichi thunks down on the stairs next to him, half on top of him, one hand braced on the step above Ryuhei’s head, his face a complex mash-up of concern and worry and fear as he holds his other hand out, almost as if he’s afraid to touch him. “Are you okay?” he asks. “You’re so stupid, I can’t believe you’d run upstairs. Does anything hurt? Is there anything I can do to help you? Ryuhei, just tell me and I’ll do it.”

It’s the first time that Kyoichi has actually called him by name since they started dating; it’s always been his surname, or dumbass, or something to that effect, but he can’t remember Kyoichi ever saying his name. He can’t remember Kyoichi ever sounded so concerned about him, either.

He’s staring up at him, blinking, dazed by this realization, that he doesn’t even realize that Kyoichi has quieted down until the library just sounds too quiet. When he properly focuses his eyes to take in the sight above him, it’s of Kyoichi staring down at him in equal surprise, in equal wonder, and it’s… It’s a nice look on him, really. Kyoichi Motobuchi isn’t what anyone would ever call classically handsome, not like Nanahara or Mimura or the Boss, but Ryuhei never went for pretty boys anyway.

“I came here early ‘cause I decided I was going to kiss you, actually,” he says off-handedly, and the way Kyoichi’s face flushes dark red says it all far too well. “But if you’re more concerned about my possible injuries, we can always wait for the nurse to get here.”

He’s never seen someone look so comically and adorably torn in his life, but finally Kyoichi picks a course of action and leans down, then stops himself, his brows furrowed. Ryuhei sighs and closes the gap between them, dragging Kyoichi down by the collar of his shirt until their lips are mashed together. It’s not even close to a kiss at first, and he gets the sense that Kyoichi has never kissed anyone in his entire life, whereas Ryuhei has at least kissed a couple of random girls and guys here and there without anything ever being anything close to serious—

Which is what makes this so wildly different from every other kiss he has ever shared with a person in his lifetime. None of that meant anything, and this does, because none of that had ever been serious, not to him, and this… This definitely is. He’s realized that a long time ago.

He takes the lead on the kiss, and Kyoichi is smart enough to just follow along, letting Ryuhei pick a rhythm for their lips to move. He makes a weird, half-squeaking noise when Ryuhei introduces tongue into the equation, but damn it, he’s gotta make his first kiss with his first serious boyfriend count.

In the back of his mind, he’s aware of the fact he’s sandwiched between the stairs and Kyoichi’s body, and that the steps digging into his back and legs aren’t exactly a pleasant sensation, but Kyoichi is actually kissing him, and actually kissing it, and when Ryuhei looks up at him, when they both need to breathe, he’s flushed and ruffled and it’s fucking adorable.

If he hadn’t been in trouble before, then he definitely is now.

“Here, nerd,” he says, twisting around to pluck Kyoichi’s glasses off of the step they’d landed on, pleased to see nothing has happened to them. He leans back, carefully sliding them onto Kyoichi’s face, and finishes off by ruffling his hair. “You look like a mess, you know.”

“I wonder whose fault that is,” Kyoichi says dryly, but then his eyes widen slightly. “Wait a minute, did you straighten your hair? When do you ever straighten your hair? You said people who—”

He stops himself, his eyes widening further, and Ryuhei squirms away from him before he can make the obvious connection that Ryuhei had make an effort to look nice for him. He gets all of three steps when he notices that the library doors are open and Sho Tsukioka is standing there, leaning against the frame, holding a cell phone in his hand.

“This is better than the video with Hiroshi,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’ll treasure this one, Sasagawa, I really will. I’ll just drop it into the class group chat so they can also appreciate—”

“You will fucking not!” Ryuhei has already broken out into a sprint across the library, Sho wisely ducking out of the doorway and taking off down the hall. “Get back here, Tsukioka!”

Kyoichi pushes himself up off of the steps, ruffled and flustered and not entirely sure what’s just happened. His fingers drift up to his lips, still slightly swollen, his entire world thrown off axis for the day, and then he smiles and shakes his head and goes back to work.

#battle royale #ryuhei sasagawa #kyoichi motobuchi #*f: mine #*f: br #*f: ryuhei #*f: kyoichi #listen i've wanted to write this for seventy thousand years and here we are mates

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empresskaze · 6 years

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Of Pride and Stubborness 3/6

Kinda forgot to upload more of this XD

Part 1 | Part 2

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Day 2 Part 2

In all honesty Yukimaru wasn’t too surprised to return and not see Kyoichi waiting, his master rarely listened to anyone. What did concern him his after scanning the crowd several times he was still not seeing him. With Kyoichi’s charismatic personality he usually was not too hard to locate in a group but after walking through the droves of guests and along both walls, Yukimaru was no close to finding his master.

“Yukimaru?” a female voice said behind him. “Is something wrong?”

He turned to see Ceres De’Aster, dressed in her lavender robes, her soft brown hair framing her face.

“Have you seen Kyoichi-shishou?” He asked trying to hold back the desperation in his voice.

“No, not recently.” She replied pleasantly but the look in Yukimaru’s eyes did not sit well with her. “Why?”

Yukimaru did a quick glance around the room as he explained what happened. “He’s not feeling well, even if he won’t admit it. I'm worried something happened, I was only gone a few minutes." Yukimaru turned away from her.

Ceres could hear the frustration in Yukimaru's voice.

"Here, come with me." She grabbed his arm leading him out of the auditorium.

****

Kyoichi was starting to lose feeling in his toes. He stuck his hands under his arms for the moment trying to conserve his remaining body heat. He had no idea if he had been in the closet for five or fifty minutes, all his energy was focused on not passing out.

Ehhschew!

Heh..ehhschhew

...hh...eh..EH'tsuuuu!

Kyoichi ran his nose over his sleeve trying to subdue the itch, not even trying to stifle sneezing. He sniffed which led to another hard cough. Kyoichi groaned, cursing his body. This would not have been an issue if he could just perform a simple unlocking spell. Kyoichi knew the words, knew the movement but since magic no longer flowed through him it was all meaningless. Of course had he been a normal Majerna to start with truly none of this would have happened.

Kyoichi coughed again wincing as his chest ached with each breath. His teeth were chattering so hard he felt a headache forming.

He vaguely heard voices in the hallway but they did not get any louder. He lacked energy to even bang on the door.

Heh..ehhschheww!

Even with the force of the sneeze he could feel his breath slowing, a dull wheeze ached in his chest. Kyoichi now worried that what had probably just started out as a simple head cold could develop into something much worse.

Yuki please hurry. He buried his head in his knees, praying to the gods of magic, even Majore himself that his student would find him.

Majore must have been feeling particularly benevolent since the voices Kyoichi had heard earlier returned and this time he was positive he heard Yukimaru. Kyoichi summed any strength he had left trying to call his student. But the cold had stolen his voice, when he tried yelling all that came out was a harsh wet cough. Tears welled in his eyes, Yukimaru so close but would not be able to hear him. Suddenly Kyoichi heard the lock click, he barely moved away as the door opened.

The two Majerna rushed in to see Kyoichi hunched over shaking horribly. Yukimaru tore off his coat wrapping it tightly around Kyoichi’s shoulders pulling his master close helping him back out into the hallway.

Kyoichi looked up his blue lips trembling, “I kn-n-ew you’d-d f-f-find-d m-me.” He laid his head against Yukimaru just happy to breathe air that did not scar his lungs.

“Shishou, I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I never should have left you.” Yukimaru apologized holding his master tight.

“I-I j-j-ust wa-n-n-t-t to le-e-eave.” Kyoichi wheezed the words out. Yukimaru looked at Ceres who shook her head.

“We need to warm him up first; you can’t risk returning to the Academy.” Ceres folded her arms inside her robes and thought for a moment. “One of the staff rooms might be empty, follow me.” She started down the hall in the opposite direction of the auditorium. Yukimaru stuck his arm under Kyoichi’s thin frame, cradling him against his own body. His master was in no condition to walk.

“I’ll take care of you.” He whispered.

“I kn-now.” Kyoichi’s voice was no more than a sigh. Yukimaru followed Ceres down another corridor then to a flight of stairs. Ceres ran up the stairs disappearing over the top. Yukimaru was nearly to the top when Ceres reappeared.

“We’re in luck, last one is empty.” She pointed to the lamp over the door which unlike the others was not lit. “Take him there I’ve already started the fire. Give me a moment and I’ll fetch some tea.”

Yukimaru nodded thanking Ceres who simply smiled. Yukimaru carried his master into the room which was considerably warmer than the hallway thanks to the fire. He gently set Kyoichi on the bed pulling the covers up then removing his own coat and wrapping a blanket around his still shivering master.

“Ceres-sensei will be right back with tea.” Yukimaru sat on the bed next to Kyoichi. “Shishou, please forgive me.”

Kyoichi tried to speak but his voice hitched instead. He bent down catching the sneeze in his hand.

Eh’ngtdxxx!

Eh’txxt...eh!

“Bless you.” His student said quietly. Yukimaru noticed Kyoichi wasn’t shivering as bad. Ceres returned tea in hand, she carefully handed Yukimaru the mug who held it along with Kyoichi whose hands still trembled from the cold.

“Sip it slowly.” Yukimaru whispered. It took a few mugs of tea along with the fire before Kyoichi's body shook the chill.

“Handkerchief, please.” his voice had a bit more strength to it, his teeth no longer chattered.

Yukimaru handed him a new one. Kyoichi covered his nose, took a side glance at his student and Ceres, who promptly said she’d go for some medicine. Knowing Yukimaru wouldn’t leave Kyoichi swallowed his damn vanity and blew his nose. The relief of pressure helped but it also triggered his cough. Another good blow he balled up the soggy cloth aiming for the laundry basket. He missed. Kyoichi frowned, Yukimaru cracked a small smile handing him another handkerchief. In all Kyoichi used three, his nose paid the price too, along with the redness, it was raw and sore. Even worse he could feel pressure building again. He pressed the back of his hand against his nose, which made his eyes water.

A small knock, the door opened, Ceres stuck her brown-haired head in holding out a packet to Yukimaru. “I hope this helps,” she smiled. “I’ll check back in the morning.”

“Thank you.” Yukimaru turned back to Kyoichi who was now leaning against his pillow staring at the ceiling. “Shishou...” but Kyoichi held up his hand.

“If-f ..hi.. don’t-t-t... m-move. I..ah..won-n’t...hh...haa...sn...sn...he..hee..ze..” Yukimaru gave his master credit he really was trying to hold it back. But sadly for Kyoichi his voice hitched, he leaned forward.

Ehh’xxthchoo!

Hep’tshoo!

This time Kyoichi pinched his nose in enough time to stall the third. Yukimaru watched him shake his head, as if he were trying forcefully clear his congestion.

“Caught myself quite a cold haven’t I?” Kyoichi said weakly not looking up. Yukimaru noted his masters pale complexion flushed momentarily.

“Bless you. If I may?” Yukimaru asked holding up his hand. Kyoichi could only nod. Yukimaru felt his master’s forehead. “Well you do feel warm but I don’t think it’s a high fever. But I’m worried it could go up.”

Ehh’xxtchew!

Kyoichi turned barely able to cover his sneeze with his handkerchief.

Hhpp’tchew!

Yukimaru watched his master hold the entire handkerchief over his nose desperately trying to hold the sneeze in but it came too quickly followed by a few more. He squeezed his eyes shut; tears began to roll down his pinkish cheeks.

NH’GNDT..eh!

NKK’XXDT..ehhh!

Ehhh…hhnng…hehhh…sniff…ahh hehhh’EHHxxtchew!

Kyoichi followed that with a long wet nose blow. “Kami’s Mercy, Kyoichi that’s enough.” He scolded himself while wiping away the tears. Yukimaru re-adjusted the blanket over Kyoichi’s shoulders as it had fallen during his fit.

“Thank you.” Kyoichi said rubbing his hand across his nose, wincing as it reddened. “I’m so tired.” He removed his glasses and ran his hand through his hair.

"I know. Here take this please." Yukimaru handed him the packet of medicine which Kyoichi took along with a sip of now cold tea. Exhausted from the day's events he leaned against his pillow closing his eyes. Yukimaru pulled the covers up tucking it in around his master.

“One thing,” There was something Kyoichi wanted answered. “How did you and Ceres find me? I didn’t even know where I was.”

“Magic marbles.” Yukimaru replied. “It was Ceres’ idea. Since the summoning stones map would not have worked on you.”

Kyoichi looked up at him, “Serious? Ha, I taught her well didn’t I?” He sniffed hard bringing his hand up to rub his nose again. “Yuki I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen. You knew I wasn’t feeling well, you always know. I let my pride get the better of me again.” He drew in a slow breath. “I’m such a burden to you.”

“Shishou...” As difficult as his master could be at times, Yukimaru absolutely despised when Kyoichi called himself a burden. “You know I will never see you as a burden, please don’t say things like that. It was my fault anyways, forgive me.”

Kyoichi scoffed, “That’s the third time you’ve apologized since finding me. I couldn’t say it earlier but enough is enough. You did nothing wrong, I recall you actually....tell...ing...m-me...” He squeezed his eyes shut, holding his breath. After a moment he let out a sigh, “to stay in the alcove.” he finished.

“Yes but...”

“No, do not argue with me on this or then I will get mad.” Kyoichi put his fist to his mouth again.

Heh...hhh....hehhehh...he’EHHH’xxchheew!

Xxx’chew!

“That one took a while to get out.” Kyoichi pinched his nose.

“Bless you.” Yukimaru handed his master a fresh handkerchief. "Are you still cold?" He asked noticing Kyoichi’s hand as his took the handkerchief.

Kyoichi tried to answer but deep congested cough sent him into a spasm. He curled onto his side coughing so hard into his sleeve his ribs ached. He felt cold sweat run down his cheek. A cool cloth wiped it away. Kyoichi half opened his eye, not that it mattered without his glasses on but he still wanted to see Yukimaru. His student rested the cloth on his forehead. Kyoichi huddled in the blankets; he cleared his throat in an attempt to finally answer.

"A bit." He breathed. "You'll stay with me right?"

"Always." Yukimaru pulled a chair next to the bed silently watching his master sleep.

TBC

#kaze writes #kaze writes: kyo and yuki #sick fic #sneeze fic #snz fic #illness

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foundbyandreas · 5 years

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Tokyo: A Certain Style by Kyoichi Tsuzuki

Google Books: https://books.google.com/books?id=wB8UKJuGw_gC&printsec=frontcover&dq=%22Tokyo:+A+Certain+Style%22&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiav83Et9zhAhVStlkKHRnPAVsQ6wEIKzAA#v=onepage&q=%22Tokyo%3A%20A%20Certain%20Style%22&f=false

#KyoichiTsuzuki #tokyo #photography #book #style

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Desafio Livrada! 2017 #desafiolivrada2017 #livrada 1. Um vencedor do Jabuti: O grande mentecapto - Fernando Sabino (vencedor 1980); 2. Um livro japonês: Um grito de amor do centro do mundo - Kyoichi Katayama; 3. Um livro que explore o erotismo: Os cadernos de Dom Rigoberto - Mario Vargas Llosa; 4. Um roman à clef: Este lado do paraíso - F. Scott Fitzerald; 5. Um livro com protagonista detestável: Precisamos falar sobre o Kelvin - Lionel Shriver; 6. Um livro triste: Reparação - Ian McEwan; 7. Um autor que vc já conheceu pessoalmente: K. - B. Kucinski; 8. Um livro com engajamento político: Como morrem os pobres e outros ensaios - George Orwell; 9. Um livro q vc ganhou de um amigo: 1Q84 - Haruki Murakami; 10. Um romance psicológico: Angústia - Graciliano Ramos; 11. Um livro escrito antes do renascimento: Decameron - Boccacio; 12. Um livro já resenhado pelo Livrada!: Irmãos - Yu Hua; 13. Um livro de correspondência: As cartas de Ernest Hemingway; 14. Um livro que se passa em um lugar que vc já esteve: O corcunda de notre dame - Victo Hugo; 15. Escolha do Yuri: Vida e destino - Vassili Grossman. Critério: livros que já tenho 😆

#desafiolivrada2017 #livrada

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nicequalitymemoon · 4 years

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Left to right

#goh #fanart #samuel rosinante #kyoichi kusanagi #G (Goh)#F (Goh)

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norihisahyuga-archived · 7 years

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Someone Is Calling

Sasagawa Ryuhei/Motobuchi Kyoichi Battle Royale 4000~ words. Sfw.

Kyoichi Motobuchi and Ryuhei Sasagawa find their soulmates, a surprisingly disastrous situation as they have been nothing but enemies since day one. It’s almost impossible to reject a soulmate bond even with conscious effort, but color vision is underrated anyway. Another installment of that goddamn soulmate AU no one will take away from me. Non-Program modern day AU. Tagging @hironoshimizu

The chances of a rejection between a pair of soulmates is statistically low, so low that such cases are treated as unique rarities with no true explanation behind them. Kyoichi Motobuchi lives for numbers and figures, thrives in the worlds of equations and graphs, facts and figures that cannot be argued with. Numbers never lie; Kyoichi knows this better than anyone. And so when Ryuhei Sasagawa first slams him up against a locker after school, when his bruised knuckles brush against Kyoichi’s throat where his pulse is hammering beneath his skin and the world bursts into vivid color, Kyoichi knows his fate is entwined with numbers permanently.

For the record, it stuns Sasagawa as much as it stuns him. He loses his grip on Kyoichi’s shirt and stumbles back, eyes blown wide, his lower jaw slightly slack as he stumbles back into the bank of lockers behind him. This close, Kyoichi can see the dark brown hues of his eyes shifting with his emotions, anger and confusion and even fear swirling together. His hair no longer looks pale gray; it’s a startling and bright silvery gold, clearly a bleached job.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he says, thumping the back of his head against the locker behind him so hard the metal rattles and Kyoichi winces. “It can’t be you of all people.”

Scoffing, Kyoichi smoothes the front of his shirt and adjusts his collar. “Believe me when I say I’m hardly thrilled with this discovery. I would have wanted someone who could actually appreciate my intelligence, not someone who scorns me for it.”

Sasagawa narrows his eyes at him. “Fuck off, Motobuchi. No one gives a shit about that.”

“You don’t care about anyone or anything other than yourself and your twisted view of the way the world works.” Kyoichi shakes his head, more disgusted than he has words for as he pushes himself off of the lockers. “As far as I’m concerned, this is some kind of cosmic mistake.”

“Believe me when I say that only some fucking mistake could lead to this. I’m not doing this. Not with you.” Sasagawa barks laughter, as if the idea is nothing but a joke to him.

Though he knows he should hardly be affected by something like this from Sasagawa of all people, Kyoichi can’t help but feel his gut twist just the same. He rolls his eyes at himself and shakes his head; how can he let himself get this torn up over something Ryuhei Sasagawa of all people is saying? He thought he knew himself better than this.

He straightens his spine, mustering everything he has as he fixes his gaze on Sasagawa, hoping to convey as much coldness with his gaze as he can. “I assure you that you don’t even have to think about it. You never had a chance to begin with.”

Before Sasagawa can come up with a retort, Kyoichi makes a beeline down the hallway, trying not to talk too quickly so he doesn’t appear upset or bothered by what Sasagawa had said to him. He’s bothered by this situation, of course, because he would have thought he ended up with someone more suited to being his partner. Not that he believes anyone like that exists in Class 3-B of Shiroiwa Junior High School, but he had never expected to find anyone this young even though other members of his class already have.

“Motobuchi!” A voice off to his left calls, and he turns sharply to see Yukie Utsumi hurrying to catch up with him, a stack of papers held aloft in one hand. “We have to discuss what we want to do for the spring dance and we have to get it all figured out this week.”

Kyoichi scoffs, shaking his head, pushing his glass up his nose. “I’m not interested in such things, Utsumi, you might as well handle this on your own.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to but it only seemed fair to ask.” Yukie frowns, as if sensing something is wrong, but she doesn’t get a chance to ask before the school doors swing open and then shut behind them; Kyoichi only has to glance over his shoulder to see Sasagawa slipping around the corner of the building before Yukie’s fingers tentatively touch his wrist. “Motobuchi? Did something happen back there?”

He doesn’t want to tell her, and it’s likely she wouldn’t have much sympathy for him to begin with, but before he can control himself, he replies to her in a quavering voice. “He touched me and now I can see what awful color his hair is.”

There is a pregnant pause as Yukie no doubt struggles to wrap her mind around this; Kyoichi yelps when she suddenly jumps up, throwing her arms around his neck with enough force to drag him down to her height, her face pressed into his hair. He’s never been one for casual physical contact before, and even this is a bit much for him to figure out how to deal with, but the tightness in his throat and the churning in his gut makes his eyes water entirely of their own accord, and before he knows it, he’s stifling a sob against her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Motobuchi,” she whispers, quiet enough that he’s the only one who can hear her. “I wouldn’t have wished this on anyone in the entire world. No one deserves this.”

He doesn’t like to cry in front of people, at least not over something so stupid, but he can’t help himself. This was never what he wanted for himself, and he doesn’t know what he did to earn something like this in life. As far as he knows, he hasn’t done anything horrible enough to earn him a lifetime attached to someone like Ryuhei Sasagawa.

Yukie lets him go, taking him by the wrist and dragging him off of campus. “Come on. I know we’re not friends, but you don’t deserve to be alone right now. Come to my house.”

Even if Kyoichi has a routine he likes to stick to, he decides to break it just this once.

Ryuhei spends the rest of junior high and well into high school doing his best to ignore Kyoichi Motobuchi. It’s not easy considering they’re in the same class, but once they reach high school, they have different classes and since Ryuhei isn’t nearly smart enough to earn a place in the advanced placement classes, he doesn’t see Kyoichi nearly as much. It’s good for his peace of mind because every time he remembers their fates were entwined by some twisted universal plan, he swings between melodramatic despair and irritation bleeding into anger.

Though he would have liked to spend a majority of that time torturing the guy— God knows it’s far too easy with how stressed he is from school— he doesn’t want to be near him. Rejecting a soulmate bond is difficult enough as it is. The fact his color vision has refused to fade over time only frustrates him further because that means nothing is working.

He needs it to work. He doesn’t care if he never sees color again. He just doesn’t want to be attached to someone like Motobuchi for the rest of his life.

“You’re being dramatic,” Sho informs him one afternoon in the lunchroom, nail file in hand as he works on his fingernails. “Kyoichi’s not bad. I mean, he’s not my type but he’s kinda cute. Why are you so pissed off about this?”

Ryuhei snorts so hard it almost hurts, slumping down in his chair, scowling at the top of his table. “You don’t have to be stuck to some fucking nerd loser for your entire life, Sho.”

“No, but it could be much worse. At least you know he’ll be successful in the future. I don’t know why you have such a problem for this.” Sho blows lightly on his nails, narrowing his eyes at Ryuhei above them.

Of course, he doesn’t have to worry about something like this. He isn’t attached to anyone, and Ryuhei is annoyed because he wishes he wasn’t. All things considered, he would have been perfectly fine with never finding his soulmate, never being attached to anyone, and now that he’s seen it, he can fully say that color vision is overrated. And he doesn’t like Motobuchi, because who ever could, but he doesn’t want the poor guy stuck with him either. They absolutely could not be more different people if they tried.

Motobuchi had said it himself during their last conversation with one another. He wanted someone who could value him for his intelligence, and Ryuhei is not and never will be that person. As far as he’s concerned, intelligence doesn’t mean shit.

Mitsuru heaves a sigh and slants him a look that makes Ryuhei scowl at him. “You know, some people never find their soulmate. In fact, most people don’t. You do, and you do this.”

Ryuhei glares right back at him. “You can eat shit, Numai, I’m not having anything to do with him.”

“Anyone with fucking eyes can see you don’t want anything to do with him, and I’m telling you you’re an idiot for giving up without even trying.” Mitsuru stands, grabbing his bag and shouldering it roughly in the process. “You’re an idiot, and you’re going to regret this more than you’ve regretted anything else. I’m going. Sho, Hiroshi, Izumi, let’s go.”

The words are clearly meant to discourage Ryuhei from following them, a sure sign he sure did manage to piss Mitsuru off with this entire situation. “What business is it of yours if I want to be with my supposed soulmate or not? It doesn’t affect you at all.”

“It’s very hard to spend time caring about someone who obviously doesn’t care about themself.” Mitsuru leans in so close that Ryuhei swallows roughly. “Figure it out for yourself.”

Ryuhei watches the other four leave, Sho sidling right up next to Mitsuru like he always does, and he gives his head a shake before turning around, eyes surveying the room before he finds where Kyoichi Motobuchi is sitting. He doesn’t recognize any of the people he’s sitting with right now, and he doesn’t think he could name them if he had to. But he’s annoyed to see that Kyoichi actually looks… Happy. What the fuck is that? People who are rejected are supposed to have more adverse reactions, aren’t they?

Yet again, Ryuhei has to roll his eyes at himself and shoves himself to his feet, intent on finding something else to do with his time rather than sit here alone like a loser. He’s thinking too much about Kyoichi these days, but it isn’t his fault. He’s doing his best to ignore everything else, and it isn’t his fault his stupid color vision refuses to go out on him.

He’s been told before that only one person has to reject the bond fully to make the vision go back to shades of grey, but no matter how many times he tries, nothing happens. How much more effort does he have to put into this before it works? He’s put more effort into cancelling this out, whatever it is, than most people have put into their actual bonds.

He’s on the way out of the room when Kyoichi lifts his head, and for just a moment, their eyes meet. The smile on his face fades a little, and Ryuhei almost feels bad for it, his hand faltering on the push-handle of the door, knowing he is the reason that smile is gone… And then he snarls at himself and stalks out of the room, letting the door slam behind him. What does he care if he makes Kyoichi Motobuchi upset? He just doesn’t.

And in the back of his mind, a doubt starts to form. If the bond hadn’t broken despite the harsh words they had thrown at each other back in junior high… Did that mean Kyoichi was unable to break the bond from his end? And why?

The date had been a disaster. If Kyoichi had bothered to think about it logically, it would have made much more sense that things did not work out and were never going to. He had slipped up mid-conversation, had accidentally identified a color on the plate of food sitting in front of him, and his date had lost all interest in him and instead wanted to know more about the soulmate he was attached to, why things had not worked out between them, and why Kyoichi could still see color in the first place.

In the end, said date had decided Kyoichi was clearly just cheating on his significant other and had left him behind, red-faced and embarrassed, unable to explain that he had no idea why he had been unable to break the bond and return to his original way of seeing things.

His bond with Ryuhei Sasagawa is effectively trying to ruin multiple parts of his life now. The realization is a bitter truth and he laughs a little at the thought of it as he walks back to his dorm room, dragging the sleeve of his sweater across his eyes in an effort to wipe the tears forming in his eyes away before they have the chance to fall.

He just wants a normal life, whatever he can scrounge up out of the ruins of whatever he never had with Sasagawa in the first place. Why does this still have to plague him literally years down the road? They never spoke after that first time. Why is the bond still even in place?

Not paying attention where he’s going, too caught up in the emotions making his chest tight and the thoughts that refuse to leave his mind, he doesn’t notice when a few guys start following him. It’s only when one of them grabs him by the elbow and spins him around that he realizes he might be in serious trouble. They’re all rough-looking, and he doesn’t even have self-defense training.

“Ah, shit, never mind,” the one who grabbed him says, letting him go. “Look at the face, this is the one Sasagawa told us not to fuck with.”

Kyoichi blinks at the men, but his fuzzy brain manages to seize on the one word it definitely recognizes in that sentence and he clears his throat a little. “Sasagawa? Do you guys know Ryuhei Sasagawa?”

“We run together. He told us when we joined up with us not to fuck with you. Had a picture and all. Motobuchi, right?” the guy who grabbed him asks, cocking his head at him.

“Y-yes, that’s me. I… Ryuhei Sasagawa said that?” It’s all a bit much to wrap his head around, the idea that Ryuhei had tried to keep him safe from potentially being jumped, and well in advance of this situation it seems. Kyoichi doesn’t know what to think about that. For the first time in his life, words are failing him. “I, um… Do you know where he is right now?”

One of the other two men snorts. “I didn’t realize soulmates didn’t keep track of each other.”

“Shut it,” the first man says, waving his hand. “Sasagawa said it was complicated. But yeah, we know where he is. Why, you need to talk to him about something?”

He shouldn’t. The last thing he should be doing is making an attempt to get in touch with Ryuhei when the two of them have not spoken since they were fifteen years old, more than five years ago at this point. But despite knowing this, despite knowing how that last conversation between the two of them had went, Kyoichi finds himself nodding, sniffling softly, the sting of tonight’s rejection combined with the fact he had been in danger for just a moment all a bit much for him to deal with right now. The only other person he could talk to about this is Yukie, and he doesn’t want to wake her up right now. She needs her sleep, too.

The three men drift away from him, far enough that the one can pull out his phone and make a call, keeping his voice pitched low enough so that Kyoichi doesn’t hear them. He feels strange standing here in his nice gray sweater and his black dress pants, his glasses sliding down on his nose, waiting for a trio of guys in torn jeans and motorcycle boots to get back to him. Stranger things have probably not happened to him, but he can’t process it right now.

“All right,” the first guy says, walking back up to him. “He said I’m allowed to bring you to his apartment, he got up and is waiting. It’s about a ten minute walk from here.”

Kyoichi nods and falls in step with the other three, folding his arms across his midsection, already too tired to do much more than follow these men to where Ryuhei is staying. It hardly surprises him that Ryuhei is still involved with gang activity, but these people look a little scarier than the Numai Family had been, and Kyoichi doesn’t want to think about what the lot of them probably get up to in their spare time.

To his surprise, the apartment building they enter is one of the newer ones in the city, clean and comfortable, and the others look out of place in the well-lit, carpeted halls. They stop in front of a door and before they can knock, the door swings in, and Ryuhei Sasagawa steps out of the dark interior in just a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. His hair, Kyoichi notes, is still blond.

“Thanks for bringing him here,” Ryuhei says, lifting his chin toward the guys. “You can go now, though. I got it from here.”

The others obediently leave, the two of them remaining in the quiet that their exit creates. Kyoichi keeps his gaze fixed on the floor, nibbling on his lower lip, and the emotions he tried so carefully to contain come bubbling up, as if Ryuhei’s proximity was all the catalyst needed to tear down the walls he had so carefully constructed. Tears well up in his eyes and he stifles a sob against the palm of his hand, squeezing his eyes shut.

“C’mere.” Ryuhei is suddenly in front of him, hands taking him gently by the elbows, drawing him to the doorway. “I don’t know what happened, but I’m here, all right?”

It shouldn’t be a comfort. Somehow, it is.

The thing is, Ryuhei isn’t good at this comforting thing. He’s twenty-one years old and hardly knows how to juggle his own emotions, so having Kyoichi Motobuchi hiccuping against his shoulder, sitting on his worn couch with his arms around Ryuhei’s shoulders so tight it almost hurts… He’s more than out of his element. Especially when he never expected to see Kyoichi again, much less actually speak to him.

It had been like waking up in the middle of a dream only to find he was still asleep, still dreaming. His cell phone had been ringing insistently, and when he’d answered it, one of his men had informed him that the very boy he told them to stay away from was asking for him. Never in his life did he think Kyoichi would go out of his way to come speak to him.

And to have him show up at his apartment in tears? Yeah, Ryuhei isn’t ready for this.

The story Kyoichi had managed to choke out between sobs had been the last straw as far as Ryuhei was concerned; he’d quietly texted one of his men to take care of the guy who had treated Kyoichi like trash for no real reason and was satisfied that it would be taken care of. As soon as people realized you had soulmate vision, they made all sorts of judgments and guesses about your life whether they were true or not based on what they thought was true.

When the hiccups subside to shaky, watery breaths, Ryuhei takes Kyoichi by the shoulders and pushes him back, gently taking his glasses off of his face. “Take a minute to calm down,” he advises before standing, wiping his hands on his jeans. “I’m going to make some tea. I’d ask if you want something stronger but you don’t fuck with alcohol, do you?”

At Kyoichi’s small head shake, Ryuhei heads for the kitchen to do the one thing he’s confident might be of some use to him. He brings back a mug of tea— just one, he isn’t thirsty and doesn’t need it anyway— and hands it to Kyoichi, watching him clasp the cup in trembling hands.

“I don’t understand why the stupid bond hasn’t broken,” Kyoichi finally tells him, wiping at his eyes with his sleeve before taking a sip of tea. “This is actually good.”

“As much as I’ve tried to break it myself, I don’t know what it hasn’t broken either. I really don’t.” Ryuhei wishes he could offer Kyoichi some kind of respite from this, but no matter where he’s looked for answers, he hasn’t managed to actually find any for them. “If I’d known it was fucking up your life to this degree, I… I dunno, would’ve tried harder.”

Kyoichi laughs, setting the mug on Ryuhei’s beaten-up, worn coffee table. “Thanks, I guess.”

“Why did you ask to see me in the middle of the night anyway? I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to qualify as a comfort person for you,” Ryuhei observes.

“I don’t know. I just… I was overwhelmed and I didn’t know what to do. They mentioned you and I thought that seeing you might… I don’t know.” Kyoichi leans back on Ryuhei’s couch, and it’s… Strange, having him here, looking so distraught, so lost and sad. It pulls at something in Ryuhei’s chest hard enough to be painful. “If I’m being a nuisance, I can leave…”

Shaking his head, Ryuhei leans over, pushes Kyoichi’s hair back out of his eyes. He’d stopped parting it at some point, apparently. “N-no, you’re fine here. Just calm down, okay?”

“I just want things to be normal. I don’t understand why the bond hasn’t broken, and it still being here, still being a part of our lives… I just can’t ignore it anymore.” Kyoichi laughs, and it’s a bitter sound, and it’s also a weak, wet sound that makes Ryuhei grimace. “I can’t pretend it isn’t a part of my life. It just keeps coming back no matter what I do. What do we do?”

Ryuhei shakes his head. “I dunno. I wish I did. I just… C’mere, I don’t know why it’s pissing me off so much but… Fuck it, just c’mere.”

He leans forward, grabbing Kyoichi by the arm and hauling him in closer, his back falling against the arm of the couch. It’s awkward, given the height difference between them— Kyoichi is tall and Ryuhei has to bitterly admit he’s short— but Kyoichi cuddles down against his chest and makes it work, and Ryuhei rests his chin on top of his head. This is… Better, he realizes. Better than just sitting here and listening to Kyoichi cry.

“I don’t know what to do, okay?” He smoothes his fingers through Kyoichi’s hair, feeling Kyoichi’s face press against the front of his throat. “But like… It’s late. Let’s get some sleep and we’ll figure this out in the morning. Somehow, some way.”

When Ryuhei Sasagawa wakes up that morning to the sight of Kyoichi’s face smashed into his pillow, his hair a nest from sleep, looking more adorable than he has any right to, all he can do is roll onto his side, smooth his hand down the side of Kyoichi’s face. It occurs to him that he’s never seen him this calm or relaxed in the entire time they’ve known each other.

When Kyoichi wakes up to find Ryuhei softly stroking his cheek, he doesn’t say anything.

They don’t figure it out that morning. They put to rest the idea of figuring it out.

#battle royale #kyoichi motobuchi #ryuhei sasagawa #*f: mine #*f: br #*f: kyoichi #*f: ryuhei #*f: soulmate au

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A Complex.

Sasagawa Ryuhei & Motobuchi Kyoichi Battle Royale 2000~ words. Sfw.

Ryuhei has a complex, and the rest of the Kiriyama Family is suitably annoyed about it. A chance to find some peace and quiet leads to an interesting interaction in the public library. Tagging @hironoshimizu ‘cause this is one of your OTPs.

When most people thought about what yankee gangs would look like, especially when it came to younger boys still in junior high, the Kiriyama Family was probably not what anyone envisioned. Their name carried more weight than most would expect, and the addition of Kazuo Kiriyama had given them a strength they had never had before and taught others to fear them. But if someone hadn’t known who they were, none of them would have looked particularly threatening. None of them would have drawn a second glance, except for possibly Sho.

But then, Sho Tsukioka had his height and his broad shoulders to rely on as far as appearing threatening. The rest of them had nothing else to rely on. Kazuo was the most dangerous of the group and yet his pretty face drew unwanted attention from people who did not know there was anything to be afraid of. Mitsuru’s gentlemanly behavior toward women and his otherwise friendly personality away from the Family meant that older men still tried to take advantage of him. And Hiroshi was just a skate rat who was more likely to bust open his own face slipping off of his board than he was to scare anyone all on his own.

Ryuhei, though, had it worse than the rest of the Family. At least most of them could give off an air of danger that would keep people away from them if they needed to. Under the right circumstances, they could even be threatening. Mitsuru and Kazuo were both excellent fighters, though Kazuo was in a class of his own, Sho could throw a punch if absolutely needed, and most people looked at skaters like Hiroshi unfavorably enough, seeing them as inherently dangerous.

In his defense, Ryuhei had never asked to be born short, had thought he would inevitably hit a growth spurt that would at least leave him closer to average height. If anything, he was the shortest member of the Kiriyama Family and even some of the shorter girls in class were taller than him. It irritated him more than most things did, and that was part of where his legendary temper had come from. The other part was the way his face looked.

He had thought bleaching his hair would make him seem tougher to other people because in their school, only yankees dyed their hair like he did. Hirono Shimizu was the only other person in class who dyed her hair regularly, going through a range of colors from platinum to a black so dark it shone up blue under the lights. But his mother had dashed that hope. With his long blond curls and his chubby “cute” face, Ryuhei looked more like a doll than anything else.

It had been where his temper had come from. Between his short height— he was even shorter than Hiroshi of all people, and he hated not having even that advantage over him no matter how many times Mitsuru told him that half a centimeter was hardly anything to whine about— and his cute face, people were more likely to laugh at him than they were to see him as a serious threat. So he had developed a temper and a tongue like a knife to keep people from taking him lightly.

“You need to chill the fuck out,” Hiroshi says from where he’s sprawled out in the grass. He and Ryuhei don’t end up hanging out together because they happen to be close. Quite the contrary, they usually only ended up together because Sho and Mitsuru were closer and Kazuo and Mitsuru were attached at the hip. “Who cares if the guy called you cute? That’s a compliment.”

Ryuhei has been shaking for the past five solid minutes, the upperclassman who had spoken the words long gone with the rest of his friends. He and Hiroshi have been sitting on the sidewalk— or in Hiroshi’s case, had been until he got bored with sitting and rolled into the grass— and waiting for the rest of the Family when the older boys had come by. Seniors, Ryuhei thinks, ones he vaguely recognizes as athletes like Mimura.

If he had been able to think logically past the rage crowding his vision like a red haze, Ryuhei probably would have recognized the words for what they were: a compliment. The Kiriyama Family were known even to the oldest classes in the school, after all, and everyone knew who they were. But the word “cute” has never been anything but an insult as far as Ryuhei is concerned, and he hasn’t been able to shake it.

“Shut the fuck up, Hiroshi. No one asked you.” Ryuhei exhales heavily, running a hand through his hair to push it back out of his eyes. “Seniors are such assholes. Why do they fuck with us?”

Hiroshi barked a short, rude sound that only sounded half like laughter and half like scorn vocalized. “Oh my God, why are you like this? He told you that he thought you were cute and you immediately take it as an insult. Why are you the way that you are?”

Ryuhei didn’t even have to turn around, just swatted backward with his hand and succeeded in smacking Hiroshi in the side of the head. “You don’t know shit about anything. Now go away.”

“I can’t go away, I’m waiting for the others.” Hiroshi whined, “Hey, that really hurt.”

“What hurt?” The voice makes both of them jump, and Ryuhei twists around to see the other three members of the Kiriyama Family coming down the stairs, Mitsuru and Sho flanking Kazuo. The voice comes from Mitsuru, who scowls at him. “What did you do this time, Ryuhei?”

“Some senior called him cute and I told him it was a compliment and he hit me.” Hiroshi was full on pouting now, pushing himself to his feet and shouldering his bag as he rubs his head.

Sho rolls his eyes. “Stop being a crybaby. Ryuhei, stop causing shit when we’re busy. Do you know how fucking annoying you two are? This is why the three of us have to get away from you from time to time. Can you please stop fighting for five seconds?”

“I believe I do not understand the offense,” Kazuo says; both Mitsuru and Sho turn to look at him. “I thought that being called cute was considered a compliment among most people. So why then, Sasagawa, do you view this as an insult instead of a compliment?”

“He has a complex, Boss. He doesn’t like being called cute because he thinks it doesn’t make him seem tough enough, so he gets mad when people call him that,” Mitsuru explains patiently.

Kazuo turns his head to Mitsuru, his voice remaining as perfectly lacking in inflection as always as he speaks. “I hardly see why Sasagawa should be offended. If you are using the accepted definition of the word, then Sasagawa hardly fits it as is. He often runs crying when he is confronted by someone who outmatches him and chooses to pick on those who are most unlikely to fight back because he fears a challenge.”

“Boss,” Mitsuru says, sounding light-headed, “have I told you how much I love you today?”

Ryuhei clenches his jaw but says nothing, his head dropping at Kazuo’s words. Though he knows they happen to be true, he hates himself for not being tough enough to truly back himself up as far as his image goes. His attempts have obviously not been potent enough, as they haven’t made an impression on Kazuo and the rest of the Kiriyama Family had been able to see right through them. Sighing, he picks up his bag and stalks off. He needs a minute to himself and ignores Hiroshi calling out to him to ask him where he’s going.

Annoyance pings through his head. None of the Kiriyama Family had ever really cared about his supposed “complex” until lately when it became a bigger problem than it had been. It wasn’t his fault people weren’t smart enough to stay on the right side of his temper, and besides, he had every right to be offended! People calling him cute, those assholes, they were just trying to rile him up, just trying to start shit, why should he be the least bit surprised by this?

No one else really got it the way he did. The boss got whatever he wanted by default, Mitsuru and Sho never had anyone trying to mess with them and if they did, they were able to deal with it quickly and efficiently. Ryuhei didn’t have that ability. After all, he didn’t have their height, their toughness, or their fighting ability.

He’s not even sure where he’s walking to until he ends up at the library, rolling his eyes at the sight of the building. It’s at least the one place the rest of the Kiriyama Family would never show up to look for him because none of them save for Kazuo enjoy reading, and Kazuo rarely goes to the library, preferring to purchase his books so he can read them wherever. It’s a perfect place to cool down, and though Ryuhei doubts he can relax right now, he decides to take it.

The library is quiet and he drops down in one of the empty cushioned chairs deeper in the building, letting his bag fall to the floor. He hooks his foot around the leg of the table in front of him and pulls it close enough to prop his feet on, letting his head fall back and his eyes close. After a few deep breaths here in the quiet, he finally starts to calm down.

The sound of footsteps nearby makes him turn his head, his eyes cracking open to see who else is here, then opening all the way when he realizes he recognizes the boy still dressed impeccably in his school uniform, his hair still perfectly parted. “Motobuchi?”

When Kyoichi Motobuchi jumps, Ryuhei can’t help but chuckle. That doesn’t stop Kyoichi from fixing him with a scowl. “What are you doing in a place like this, Sasagawa? I wasn’t aware you had the ability to read above a third grade level.”

“You’ve got a lot of attitude for a stressed out nerd,” Ryuhei informs him. This banter is familiar to him; they’ve done this many times before. “Manage to top the Boss’s scores yet?”

Kyoichi bristles at him. “No, I haven’t managed to do so yet. But I’m going to do so. It’s only a matter of time. What are you doing here, anyway? Don’t you spend most of your time with your hooligan friends anyway? I don’t hear them destroying the building.”

“I’m not with them all the time for fuck’s sake, it’s not like we’re attached.” Ryuhei conveniently leaves out the story of this afternoon and why he had stalked away from the Family.

“You use such nasty language, you know that? Absolutely foul. At least Kiriyama is well-spoken.” Kyoichi props his elbows on the short set of shelves in front of him, resting his chin on his hands. “What are you doing here for real, dumbass? It isn’t like you actually like to read.”

Ryuhei rolls his eyes at the nickname. Kyoichi only uses it when it’s just the two of them, at least for now, so he doesn’t really think anything of it. “I just wanted some peace and quiet, and this seemed like the place to find it. Why? Do you have a problem with that?”

“If you’re here for the quiet, then you won’t disturb my studying or research will you?” Kyoichi asks, cocking a thumb at one of the chairs next to Ryuhei’s. When he glances at it, he sees Kyoichi’s bag sitting on the floor next to it and a laptop resting on the cushion.

“Oh. Nah.” Ryuhei flaps a hand at him, then closes his eyes once more and slouches down more comfortably in his chair. “Just let me know before it gets too late because I don’t want to end up locked in here for the night. Can you do that, nerd?”

“Whatever, dumbass.” There’s a pause. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Faintly enough that Kyoichi doesn’t notice, Ryuhei smiles.

#battle royale #ryuhei sasagawa #kyoichi motobuchi #i love... their interactions goodbye #*f: mine #*f: br #*f: ryuhei #*f: kyoichi #anyway snail and i talked about this headcanon for a long time since the only canon informatio you have about ryuhei is that he's a bully +#he cries a lot so we came up with this idea #and tbh i really like it

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