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Post by KATO YUKIMURA on Jun 12, 2009 19:12:21 GMT -5
`` don't hide anymore `` feel you, feel you, SIXTY NINE New student. That's what they told him. New student, new kid, new person to freak out and start calling him a 'Rapist'. Oh, joy. He was going to move into his dorm as well. Damn it. Four years of having such a spacious room to himself, not to mention a stereo, and life immediately gets even worse by throwing some stranger into his room. Aiyeeeah, why must the Heavens hate him so much?
Yukimura sighed, sinking down onto his bed, after spending half an hour... cleaning. Yes, he had finally forced himself to care for the other 'half' of the room- mainly the second closet he never used, due to the interest of actually having enough space in the one he did use to store his clothes and other essentials, and the night-table next to the bed he never slept on. Although there were no dust on his fingers when he first tested them to see their cleanliness- or else the new boy would probably have a bad impression of him- he, being a neat-freak and slight perfectionist, still grabbed a towel and... well, wiped. Two times. All for some kid who was most likely going to end up running in distress and coma as soon as he sees him rip off a finger or arm.
"It's alright," He whispered to himself reassuringly. He glanced at the clock. Eight O'clock at night. His new 'friend' was expected to arrive in five minutes. Great. "I won't scare him off like I did to everyone else." Perhaps that was more of a lie than a possibility because, quite frankly, there was only one person that was barely affected by Yukimura's so-called 'gift', which was in reality a social curse instead.
Three knocks, loud and clear, suddenly sounded, breaking through the perfect silence of four minutes and six seconds. What the hell? He was... fifty-four seconds early! Outrage! Oh well, guess he'd have to cope with that, then. Making his way reluctantly to the door, he paused to check himself in the mirror. Oh shiz, his makeup was still on... eh, it didn't matter. Perhaps he looked ten times better with it on. After a brief wait of three seconds, he reached for the handle, before turning it to slowly open the door. |
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Post by JUN KUROSHI on Jun 14, 2009 3:29:54 GMT -5
*---Why? Although I don't know you, my heart aches like this.
You in my lens, I don't even know your name, my voice doesn't reach you, I cannot even touch you.
As always, moving to a new school in a completely different means new people, new surroundings, new things, and first impressions. Sadly though, Jun was never one to give good first impressions, unforgettable ones, yes, but never good impressions. That is, unless, people would accept having their hair burned off as a good impression. Which, wasn't really his fault at hand. It wasn't as if Jun purposely burned that teenage girl's hair in the first five minutes of their meeting. No, he merely acted by his emotions, and the fact that his ability to feel other's emotions didn't help much either. Well, either way, it just shows how much more he really had to work on, to be able to fully control his powers.
Luckily though, that's the thing with moving to a place half-way across the globe, no one knew of his fiery personality and tendencies to burn things at one touch. Of course, that was a while back, when he used to be unable to control his powers. Now, Jun had better self-control, he was stronger, wiser, and way more mature, meaning he wouldn't end up getting annoyed over the simplest things. He did have some precautions though, which explains the velvety black fabric which covered anything from his fingers to his wrist. Best not risk burning the entire building down, on the slim chance that his room-mate might just be a total ass. Oh yes, he was going to be sharing a room with an entire stranger for the year. Not that he didn't ask for a single room, of course. But nooo, apparently, they don't trust those from a different continent enough. Based on the feelings of hostility and distrust that he received from a few people already, which he had so happily returned. Jun wasn't quite sure as if where those emotions originated from, there was also some thoughts of disgust though- perhaps it was because of his choice of attire?
At the thought of his clothing, Jun looked down, straightening out his white jacket as his plush lips formed a pout. There was nothing wrong with the way he dressed. A white stylish jacket with many chains and beads and what not, which he wore over three other layers of clothing, and black trousers that clung to his hips. His hair, however, was styled in the utmost attention catching way, his intention all along actually. Not to mention the fact that it suited him greatly, and so did his makeup and grey contacts. It easily showed the Japanese pride in him. Seeing that he was following one of Japan's more popular trends and fads. It wasn't like he cared anyways. No. Jun could hardly give a damn about anyone who would judge him on his appearances. Sighing softly, he shook his head, walking down the hallway as he licked his lips, the sound of his luggage hitting the tiled floor after his footsteps.
Stopping in front of his supposed home for the school year, Jun bit his lower lip slightly, a tad bit nervous. What if he didn't like his room-mate? What if his room-mate didn't like him? Worst, what if he set whoever it was on fire by impulse? Shaking his head, he growled softly, not at all pleased by this rather nervous, doubting, and uncertain personality that he suddenly adorned. This was not how Jun usually is, obviously, whoever it was who's feeling like this has to be near him, else his powers wouldn't be effecting him like this. Knocking once, no twice- three times, on the wooden door, Jun shifted from one foot to another nervously, brows furrowed in concentration as he focused more on making this sudden personality change of his to go away. As the door creaked open slowly, the blond blinked a few times, eyes fixated on the male in front of him, drinking in his facial features. A tall East Asian-looking male, taller than Jun anyways, with what seems to be flawless features heightened by the magic of makeup. There was a slightly sultry look to this male, and for some reason, that only intrigued the blond more, along with his clothing taste. 'So far so good.' Jun thought, clenching and releasing his fists in an act of reviving him of his own nervousness. "You're my room-mate?" he grunted, voice thick with a Japanese accent as he looked skeptically at the male, not even caring about how rude he came off as. He looked Japanese, but, just to be safe Jun had decided to speak in English, the 'universal' language. Just in case, so he wouldn't look like an idiot babbling to someone in Japanese who might not know how to answer.
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Post by KATO YUKIMURA on Jun 19, 2009 0:20:18 GMT -5
`` don't hide anymore`` feel you, feel you, SIXTY NINE Velvet. Upon opening the door, the first thing his eyes had to catch was velvet. Black velvet. A quiet smirk slowly pulled with success at his lips- how... unexpected for one of his favourite fetishes to be right there in front of him. "Yes, I’m your roommate.” He nodded, eyeing those gloved hands with extreme interest. His roommate, was already liked by him. Not to mention the shorter male’s accent- it was clearly Japanese, which meant Yukimura did not have to speak English at all. “Welcome, Kohai,” His smirk grew wider as he used Standard Japanese this time.
Stepping to a side to let the boy in, he tilted his head to a side as his eyes traveled from the gloves to the rest of his physical appearance. He looked rich- perhaps he was a snob? Yet, he only had one suitcase… at least, one that was in his hand. He had been informed that his new ‘friend’ was at the same age- but he did not look a single bit like it. Instead of eighteen, he seemed more sixteen or just-turned seventeen- and was that makeup he saw? Still, he couldn’t help but think about the fact that he was no doubt handsome- rather feminine looking, but that only made things better- dyed hair, cute nose, gray eyes…
Unconsciously his tongue flicked out to run over his lips.
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