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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 17:38:35 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | The house was smaller than he remembered it.
Buzen's footsteps echoed through the small hovel that he used to call home, the man's expression twisted in such a way that it was obvious he didn't want to be there. It had been about seven years since his mother died, and it was his first time returning to the Orange Islands in order to decide what he wanted to do with the building and its contents. In part, he hadn't come because he was too busy or he simply didn't want to be around the place; the fact that the area had been behind the curtain of shadow had merely been an excuse.
But the fact of the matter was that he was afraid of the memories that sheltered here, among the decrepit walls and the dusty shelves and the bed that looked as if it barely had enough room for him to stretch out, not that he would do such a thing. The dirt on it was more than enough discouragement on that front.
Still, the courts had insisted that he claim his inheritance, so he had come. His lover was waiting back at the hostel, knowing that the redhead would want to be alone for this.
With one last look around the place - his feet knocking against beer bottles long emptied before he kicked them aside - he realized that, even if he had never thought of it as home, the place had kept the sole remaining landmarks of his childhood alive.
When he exited the building, he tossed the keys to the stuffy bank manager who had accompanied him. "Do what you want with it. Sell it. Burn it. I don't care. I'm going home with my lover, and I never want to set foot on this property again for the rest of my life." | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 17:46:34 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | "Do you want to know what you'd look good as?"
"Hn." Buzen would never be the first to admit it, but sometimes he tuned out his lover. It wasn't from a lack of caring, far from it - he loved the other man dearly, how could he not when the younger had picked him back up again when he was at his lowest point? - but rather because sometimes the other man would spout the worst ideas out of his brain without his filter there to catch them. He knew that look in those orange-gold eyes. This was going to be one of those times.
"A magical girl! You'd have a gorgeous skirt on and you'd be able to save the world and-"
The redhead turned the page of his newspaper, not even looking up from the page as he interrupted the other man. "I am not wearing a skirt regardless of how sexy you think it would be on me, and that's final."
"But-"
"No."
"Not even if I-"
"Not in a million years, so just stop the argument you're already forming in your head. You're not going to win, so just don't even try."
Like he'd said earlier. Worst ideas out of those lips, and the filter between the younger's brain and his mouth didn't quite manage to catch it either. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 17:57:50 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | "Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be a Bisharp?"
Buzen's brow furrowed and he looked up from where he had been dozing against his lover's chest, head pillowed by a broad shoulder and red hair getting gently tugged as the length of it was twirled around and between careful fingers. "No. Why do you ask?" he replied hesitantly, well aware of the younger man's tendency to get into stupid scenarios when he wanted to.
The violet-haired male shrugged. "I dunno. I just thought it would be cool, like being in a giant robot and getting to fight with it."
A vein in the redhead's forehead twitched. "Now I doubt that would be the case. Bisharp are hardly giant robots, you would need a pure Steel type for that, and Bisharps are Steel and Dark. Not to mention that not only are Bisharps about the size of a normal person, they're little more than glorified sentient suits of armor at their core, so really, they're nothing similar."
He felt the other shift under him. "Yeah, but..." the younger started, and Buzen let out a sigh, dropping his head back to the shoulder that he had previously been using for a pillow. Somehow he had a feeling that this was going to be a long night. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 18:14:54 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | "You know, from the back, with your long hair, you really look a lot like a girl."
Buzen stiffened, his lips pressing into a thin line as his knuckles clenched on his brush, a vein already starting to throb in his temple. "Just because I have long hair does not mean I look like a girl," he muttered, his voice defensive, a warning tone.
Unfortunately, it was not a warning that was heeded. "It's not just your hair though! It's... you move and sit a lot like a girl too! Like... your posture or something, it's more like a girl's than a guy's."
A low growl started rumbling out of the redhead's chest. "I am not a girl," he ground out, turning a sharp sapphire glare on his lover. "My hair is long because I like it long. Any other similarities to a girl is entirely in your head."
Suddenly seeming to realize what dangerous ground he was encroaching upon, the younger backed down, nuzzling the crook of the elder's neck while wrapping his arms around the other's waist. "I like it though. It makes you special, and besides, I know full well what you're keeping under those clothes, and I like what's there, so you have nothing to worry about."
"I'd better not," Buzen grumbled, even if he leaned into the chest behind him, "otherwise I'm going to give you a good punch to the gut, my lover or not." | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 18:28:43 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | "Have you ever wondered what an Octilary's tentacle feels like?"
Buzen blinked and looked up from his newspaper at the young girl that had her hands clutched behind her back, rocking back and forth in front of him. "Shouldn't you ask your brother about that?" he asked, deciding that this wasn't really the sort of thing that he wanted to answer.
"Nii-san told me that he didn't know what it would feel like, so he told me to go ask you!"
"Of course he did," the redhead muttered under his breath, an unamused look on his face before he coughed, brushing some stray strands of ruby hair back behind his shoulder. "No, I've never wondered, and no, I don't particularly want to know. I'd imagine that it feels rather slimy and the suckers just like one of the suction cups on one of those sticky car hood ornaments, and no, I'm not certain of that." There. That should answer most of the questions that she would throw his way.
"But why not? Wouldn't you wanna know exactly what it feels like?"
Buzen resisted the urge to bang his head against the desk. He had no idea exactly what was wrong with this family that they always would ask him the oddest questions, but he supposed it was his own fault. After all, he kept answering them, so he only had himself to blame. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 18:42:52 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen had never been someone who was good with good-byes. When he left the hovel that he had spent his childhood in and his mother for the last time, it was through the slamming of a door and with the accompaniment of a beer bottle slamming into the other side of the wood. Even before he had departed the place for good, he and his mother had not usually had the best relationship, he more fond of slipping out of the window and she more often than not was passed out drunk somewhere in the habitation - it wasn't a home, never a home to him, and it never would be either.
Things had hardly gotten better when he'd become part of a gang either. The first gang he'd managed the finances of had ended up falling apart, and he'd let them take the rap for what they had done while he ran off with the money they had squandered. As far as the second went, well... let's just say that after he found out about an attempt on his life, he had to leave in a hurry, and the terms he'd left on were not exactly the most kind.
Maybe it was that failure of a goodbye that left him so eager to want to make up for it every time he was with his new lover, someone who had mourned him deeply as his best friend during the period where he had been dead. Every time they had to part, it was with a kiss - if only so that, if worst came to worst and that turned into their last goodbye, they could go knowing that the last thing they had done together was kiss.
It may not have been the best way to say goodbye, but it was the best one Buzen had. | |
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