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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 8:49:07 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | He had done it. He'd managed to get himself together so that he could sneak out through the window, clean himself up a little, and go to school. It would be an escape from the little run-down hovel that he lived in with his mother, who was currently passed out in a drunken stupor, as per usual in the mornings.
The young six year old grinned as he ran through the snow, his shaggy ruby hair streaming out behind him. His mother had tried to, in a moment of sobriety, cut it the day before, but he'd become quite adept at finding new places to hide from her, not liking the way that she would chop his hair off far too short with a pair of scissors. He was excited for school. He wanted to have the chance to make friends, for once, and school was the only place where he could do it.
Instead, when he came into the building, the kids zeroed in on him like a fly on rotting meat. They yanked his hair, calling him a girl, and jeered at his ratty clothes. The children had their own pecking order, and he was obviously at the bottom. He soon ended up isolated in the top of the slide, his chin resting on his knees and his arms wrapped around his legs. A few tears escaped his sapphire eyes, but he was in the safety of the playground structure, where no one could see him.
None of the children would tolerate him. Maybe that was why, when a young Purrloin nudged his arm, he scooped it up into his arms and cried into its fur. He didn't understand why they were being so mean to him. He would when he was older, but for now... for now the only comfort the boy had was to be found in the comfort of the feline in his arms. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 9:37:34 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | The first time Buzen set foot in Opyoid City, he was amazed by the size of it. He had known that there was bigger things than what little was in the Orange Islands, but actually seeing it blew him out of the water. He tried his very best to hide his awe as he walked, keeping his composure the same way he had for all those years back working in the gang. He tucked a stray strand of ruby hair behind his ear, keeping his head high. He felt someone cuff his shoulder, anyone would have, but it took a certain type of person to be able to feel the fingers going for his pocket.
His hand closed around the wrist and he yanked the kid around, a scowl on his face. "I don't appreciate being stolen from," he growled, before softening. It was a young boy with shaggy violet hair and fierce orange-gold eyes, and the sight took his breath away. He remembered what it was like to be hungry and desperate, and he'd worn the same look many a time before when he'd been caught. "Look," he grumbled, digging in his pocket, "I don't like giving stuff away, but I know what it's like to have no choice but to steal, so just... ugh, why am I even justifying myself to you, you probably don't care about the why." He shoved a few bills into the other's hand, what he had intended to use for a deposit on an apartment, and then he walked away.
It wasn't his job to take care of everyone who couldn't provide for themselves. But the money wasn't his anyway, so what did it matter who ended up with it, right? | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 9:51:50 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | It was a shame, Buzen thought as he watched his mother sleep, the thirteen year old letting out a soft sigh. Most of her looks had been tarnished by drink, but he could still see hints of beauty. He shared her eyes, so how could she not be beautiful? Sometimes, when she was asleep, he would sit next to her, the only blood relative that he knew existed in the world, and he would wonder what she had looked like back when she had first met the man who was his father, or even earlier, before she had fallen into the bottle and not come back up for air.
She would call him a waste of space and throw things at his head, usually bottles of liquor that she had emptied down her throat, but she was a terrible shot. The few times she'd get close enough to be at risk of hitting him, he was smart enough to know how to duck around them.
She must have been quite the attractive young woman when she was younger, he decided as he brushed a few strands of hair out of her face. What he felt for her now, however, wasn't quite love... but it wasn't quite hatred either. The closest thing to describe it was the same sort of affection for some misbehaving lab animal, a necessity to have but a dislike of dealing with. She must have had so much potential once, and instead she had let herself lose it all to the alcohol.
"What a waste." | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 10:05:06 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | "Don't you ever smile?"
The question was enough to make Buzen scowl, and he glanced up to turn a glare on the young girl who was interrupting his time in the park. His eyes had been closed, and he'd had his head tipped back so that he could feel the warmth of the sun on his face, but now that was ruined. "What are you doing here, you brat?" he snapped irritably, though he managed to restrain himself from going any further, knowing that his friend wouldn't be pleased with him if he upset his little sister.
"School's out for the holidays, and Nii-san sent me here to keep an eye on you!" she chirped, not even seeming to miss a beat at his harsh tone.
"I'm not a child, I can take care of myself," he grumbled even if he scooted to the side so that she could sit on the bench next to him.
"C'mon, smile a little, it's the holidays!" she scolded, shoving his shoulder with a pout turning down her lips. "You need to smile more, Nii-san said so!"
He chuckled softly, the slightest edges of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips for a moment before they were gone. "Did he now? Well I guess if he's said it, it must be true." | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 10:20:30 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | He wondered if this would be what it was like to be enslaved by someone. He sighed, sitting up in bed, his chest bare and the breeze cool on his back where the sheets couldn't reach it. His elbows rested on his knees, and his hands slid up the sides of his nose to massage at his temples, his sapphire eyes slipping shut.
Make no mistake, he was free to leave whenever he wanted to; in fact, the plan had already been forming in his mind, and the only thing keeping him from going through with it were these shackles constricting around his heart. He loved the man in the bed behind him - loved him dearly, the way he never had anyone else before in his life. And what had he been repaid with? A knife aimed at his back and kisses lost to another man.
Buzen wasn't sure which insult was more unbearable to him. If he was the type of man to smoke, he would have had a cigarette perched between his lips. Instead, he kept his eyes closed, his head bowed in the darkness under the weight on his brow, long strands of burgundy hair slipping over his shoulder to curtain his face from the world.
That suited him just fine. All the better to hide the few tears that slipped from the corners of his eyes to fall onto his thigh. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 10:46:17 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen paused, looking back over his shoulder at the city that he knew resided just behind him. He let out the softest little whine, shifting from foot to large, clawed foot, his large T-Rex head tossing from side to side with indecision. He knew that he should run, run far away and never come back, but unlike the last time, back in the Orange Islands, he found his steps faltering and slowing until they came entirely to a stop, his head turning to look past the white fluff that a Tyruntrum had for a collar back at the city.
It wasn't that he cared much for Opyoid, or that he particularly wanted to have his own death stare him in the face. He had already faked his death, so there was no turning back, not if he wanted to save his skin. But his friend... his friend didn't deserve this. A whine escaped his maw, but he couldn't change anything.
He wondered which of the lights that he saw was the room of his friend. Maybe it was none of them. But he'd like to think that it was one of them. It would make him feel like maybe there was someone that hadn't wanted him dead before he'd run away like a coward.
Not that it made a difference whether or not one of those lights was for him. He had to run anyway. It was all he had left. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 11:06:33 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped firmly around his waist as he ruffled another through his long ruby hair, trying to sap out as much of the moisture as possible since otherwise it would take longer for him to dry it all out. He drew up short, however, as soon as he saw his best friend sitting on the lumpy motel mattress that he'd been sleeping on, that same goofy grin on his face that had always been there when he'd lay eyes on the redhead ever since they'd made out against the wall.
"what are you doing here?" the elder asked warily, though not out of a lack of trust. The man with the violet hair was one of the few people that he could trust in this life never to betray him, but he'd been hurt and abandoned before, so it was hardly any surprise that he was mistrusting of a surprise.
"I wanted to come see you," the younger man chirped with a flirtatious wink, but Buzen wasn't a genius for nothing; he could see the uncertainty hovering around the other, the fear that he was going to disappear right before the other's carmine eyes. The redhead wasn't going to protest that, not when he had caused that fear in the first place. Then he saw that smirk widen. "By the way, your voice is pretty, but 'Love Game', really?"
"Shut up!" | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 11:32:56 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen never had been one for holidays, but especially not the winter holidays. They'd always said families would come together for those times of year, but nothing of the sort ever happened for him. His mother used to take the holidays as an excuse to gather up what money they had and get drunk for days on end.
His holidays had soon devolved into him picking her up and making sure that she didn't kill herself via alcohol poisoning. Most of the time he had no idea why he even bothered to pick up the phone anymore, but he would, and then he would go to pick her up and take her home.
Maybe that was why, the first time he came back to the hotel, he was shocked into silence at the sight of the tree and the candles and the earnest little smile on his lover's face underneath the cheesy red hat perched rakishly on those dark violet locks. For the first time, a holiday was an actual holiday for him.
He was almost excited for Valentine's Day in two months' time. Though he’d never say as much to his younger lover – he’d never hear the end of it if he did. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 11:52:55 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen sat quietly on the long metal bench, his head down and his hands shackled together. He was fourteen and had been caught stealing yet again. It wasn't quite what he was good at, but once again, he was without food, and that meant that he would have to gather up his courage and push past his distaste so that he could feed his stomach.
He'd be surprised if the police charged him. By this point, they'd figured out exactly who he was and what went on at the hovel that they mistakenly labeled as his home. Home was where the heart was, and his heart by no means belonged to that shack. They would let him out after a few hours of sitting in lock-up to teach him a lesson, but they knew he would be back again in a few weeks. He always was when he couldn't find enough money to feed himself because his mother had found his stash and taken it to drink herself into oblivion.
He knew that they would tell him just to ask for help, but asking never came easy to the proud teenager. He would much rather be painted as a villain instead. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 12:17:47 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen was rarely ever the hero of any story. He was used to making out like a bandit in the middle of the night, money in hand, or being picked up and taken to the police station like a common criminal. He was not the good guy, the sort of person who would ride off into the sunset with some pretty girl - or guy - on his white horse while roses fell from the sky and romantic music played from behind him.
It didn't suit him either, in his opinion. He hated it when people would try to play superhero, or play god. People weren't perfect, far from it, and he hated when they would pretend to be. Maybe that was why he hated heroes so much. He hated people who tried to pretend, and he would for the rest of his days after what had happened to him from his past. Heroes just weren't his style.
But when he was rewarded for protecting his lover's little sister with a soft kiss to the cheek, he decided that he could quite get used to the playing the role of hero if it meant that he would get rewarded like that. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 12:34:58 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Most children would have dreamed of flying, but not Buzen. And it wasn't because he knew the statistics about how many people died from flying-related accidents. He was far more likely to drown or to die from falling down the stairs than he was plummeting from the heavens. By all rights, he shouldn't have been quite so against flying.
But that wasn't the reason why he didn't want to fly. He just... didn't want to. Kids would lord down on him with their Pidgeots and their Dragonites, but he had never had a Pokemon as a kid. Part of him was jealous, but that was a long time ago. He had nothing left to really care about as far as that was concerned.
Instead he let out a sigh and buried himself in his blankets. So what if they could fly? Being so close to the sky wasn't something that he could do anymore, not when he was such a criminal. He didn't deserve to be so close to the heavens. His mom had said so.
The five year old just wanted to be able to deserve to stand on the earth. Flying was overrated anyway. Besides, why would anyone want to fly if they had to do it alone anyway? | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 13:12:30 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen was running his tongue over the ice cream that his new lover had gotten him, his side pressed up to the younger's while his bright sapphire eyes were hidden by a pair of shades. He hadn't wanted to wear them, but it was for the best. He knew that his most vulnerable time had to be when he was out in public with the other, well aware that his killer would be more likely to approach with the other still working for the gang, but he hadn't wanted to leave his companion's side, if only because he hadn't been able to resist those pleading orange-gold eyes.
The way that that tongue slipped up the other ice cream, however, made him pause, his eyes riveted as it slipped up the side. It made him remember all of the things that he knew first-hand that tongue could do, and he let out a soft whine that had those eyes trailing over to him before the younger smirked. "See something you like, Zuzu~?" he crooned. “If you want, you can have a taste of my ice cream too~?”
"Oh shut up," he growled, tugging the younger man down to connect their lips, nipping the bottom one when he felt that smirk remaining. "You stupid tease." | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 13:30:47 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen jumped at the hand on his own, making him start from his thoughts and look back at the little girl that was there. "Why did you do that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You know my Nii-san!" she stated, grinning widely.
"I can see that," he deadpanned, turning his attention from her. "You have his hair and his facial structure."
She wrinkled her nose. "Nii-san was right, you're grumpy," she stated, sticking her tongue out. "That's okay though, I still like you."
He rolled his eyes, flicking some stray strands of crimson hair behind his shoulder and returning to scanning through the newspaper. He was flipping through the pages quickly, but then again, he was a fast reader, so it wasn't as if he saw much point in remaining on the same page when he was reading through it and could recollect the information he needed from it. "Whoop de doo, now go away, I'm working."
She stuck her tongue out again, skipping to the doorway. "Nii-san said that he'd like to kiss you," she informed him, making him pull back in a double-take, but before he could ask, she continued. "I don't see why though, you're stupid, but apparently he thinks you're really cute and smart." Her piece said, she then scampered out.
Buzen brought a hand up to his lips. "So he wants to kiss me, huh..." he murmured to himself before he shook himself. He didn't have time for such things. He was too busy keeping up with the finances to dally with silly things like touch anyway. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 14:02:34 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen had his shades over his eyes, and he was sauntering through town, intending on grabbing some food before he went back to the motel room to hide out. He hated staying there for so much of his time, but he had no real reason to want to go out quite yet, not when it was entirely likely that just walking around could get him caught and executed. He was supposed to be dead, and he couldn't very well be dead and walking around, now could he?
He was walking through town square when it happened. He heard a familiar voice, the voice he'd been dreaming of hearing for months on end, and the one that he'd been dreading to hear at the same time. He would like to say that he thought long and hard about the decision and had an escape plan already made. But that would be a lie.
Being completely honest, he panicked and turned on his heel and ran as fast as he could as far away as he could. The only thing he could think of was to hide, and to that end, he took to the back streets, hoping to lose the pursuit in a dark alley.
Unfortunately for him, his best friend knew the streets far better than he did, and it didn't take long for him to be pressed up against a wall, arms and legs restrained and his lips locked with the younger man's, and all of a sudden, Buzen didn't have anywhere to hide anymore. | |
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Post by Kuroya on Dec 23, 2013 14:28:52 GMT -8
i tried so hard
and got so far | Buzen usually liked the night. It was safe and quiet and he could wrap himself in his blankets and pretend that things were different. The night was far different from the daytime. The sunlight seemed to heighten his awareness of the differences between him and the other kids. He was seven now, and he could place a word to that difference now: poor. He was poor.
But when night fell, he could be anything that he wanted. Rich or poor, slave or free, it didn't matter. He could pretend to be whatever he wanted, and for once, he felt like he could believe in the lies that he told himself. Even if his stomach made growling noises loud enough to make him want to flush with embarrassment, he could tell himself that it was merely the angry howl of a monster, and that would make it all okay again.
Years later, he would look back at himself and wonder how he could have been so foolish as to believe in the dreams of the night. But that was not now. Now was the time for him to engage in a pageant of his own design, where it did not matter that he was poor or that he had no friends.
He tread softly in that room when the lights were out, because he tread upon his dreams. | |
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