Beauty is so solitary

Independent Human!Yumichika Ayasegawa Roleplay-Blog. Only rp'd in one special Human World setting and with no one else. Headcanons for him will not be changed - they are adjusted to these surroundings as well as roleplayers and are fixed to fit in the timeline of the RPs around it. This blog is a sideblog. Same mun as behind Soul-fracture behind this blog - please for questions, send a mail to my main-blog Other Muses

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なつかしい夢 by おぴんく

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Let me ride on the devil's back

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"No ya didn’t." Kenpachi barked off, slouched grimly on the stool in his safe behind-counter fortress. He didn’t manage to hide a shade of wheezing note in his increasingly angered voice, showing all too clearly smaller man yanked his chain a littlest bit too hard. 

Yet short moment after venomous phrase faded away in the air frown on barkeeper’s face loosened and only a brief snort had been let out as some form of blowing off steam in way nearly substantial. Understood, my ass. Guy didn’t understand a single neural impulse zipping through Kenpachi’s brain, being placed on the opposite end of spectrum in nigh-on every aspect, yet still tried to blow smoke up his ass by assuring that ‘understood’.

All he understood there was that it’s time to stop. Nothing more.

Kenpachi wasn’t prone to enlighten him either way.

"Besides." Quiet snarl sounded at the dimness of bar and he leant aside to prop on the elbow against the counter, head tilted a bit towards Yumichika in a swan song of interest. "I don’t have a fuckin’ clue why ya would like t’ visit my workplace, but yeah — it’s lotsa nicer ‘an ones I’ve been ‘fore, ain’t it? And more… peaceful. Usually.”

"And if ya don’t wanna be a reason that blissful peace here would get ruined fer, keep all these how-d’ya-call-‘em collections outta my sight. And outta my room. And outta every place I could look at and see them and have sudden and compellin’ urge t’ rip off someone’s head. Or even two."

Slow scratch at the chin.

"…Unless ya have there some dealies in not so eyefuckin’ colours, then I could… give it a second thought, I bet."

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Of course flamboyant male did understand him. Wasn’t all that hard, seeing that they were living together over good while now, quarreling, arguing and discussing with each other over good amount of time flying by without even realizing proper extend of it. He understood, didn’t mean he would act that way, while decorator wasn’t so sure if exactly this piece of vital information would find its way so easily in twisted brain convolution of tall drink mixer.

Not. That. It. Was. Important.

Slight nod was given towards next words, nonchalant smile still perfectly intact and in place, while his mind was spinning around last encounter Kenpachi had with furniture effervescent interior designer brought home in attempt to ‘test‘ it’s durability when things mentioned to be durable just lost its worth moment dark-haired man entered home apparently already a tad displeased because of loud workspace, not that he minded completely but this was no reason to destroy stuff in sight he didn’t like – and who weren’t for him in the first place.

Yumichika just perked up at the last few words, somewhat alike to a taunting grin spreading out on his juvenile face, raising a well-kept eyebrow in mild wonderment. “Oho?~ All of a sudden?” He was inside decorator, whatever was this towering barbarian thinking?! “Of course I have. What a question! Is there something particular you have in mind?”

Just because Yumichikas own preferences were situated at much more eye-catching stuff didn’t mean he wouldn’t be able to make a more ‘suited’ suggestion for someone who seemed to be more interested in reserved and earnest colors – if the barkeeper wanted a challenge to find something in his extraordinary assortment  – Yumichika would be sure to find the fitting object!

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Pair of fancy pillows zoomed off Kenpachi's room just before its inhabitant did the same, looking in the way that could make random observer wonder how in the world unfortunate pillows left the room in relatively undamaged state. Pointing angrily at the guilty pieces of homeware Kenpachi turned head towards the supposed violator of his familiar, cozy mess. "Could ya tell me please the fuck it was doin' IN MY ROOM?"

Yumichika had just left his own room because a familiar ruckus was droning through the apartment, making him wonder slightly what again had happened, as for the moment – and the first time since weeks – he was absolutely innocent to anything that might have happened in the flat, making him blink slightly at the sounds and grumbles, just to get up a second later, moving slowly to the corridor to watch fancy furniture decoration fly through the air.

Hadn’t he bought that for Yachiru?~

Why was it soaring out of Kenpachis room?~

Decorator was soon disturbed by familiar disgruntled face of flatmate and barkeeper, angrily demanding some kind of explanation that – truth to be told – feminine man was not directly able to give, but had a hunch, making him chuckle slightly and shrug his shoulders at the nearly tomato-colored rage coming down on him.

“I don’t know~” Yeah he really didn’t, wasn’t his fault this time. Yeah he brought them inside the flat, but seriously not for Kenpachi – the colour was not suiting him at all and would be a fashion-crime to force it onto him, - looking at the lovely shade his companion was wearing. Maybe he should get him the carmine colored bedwear?

Ah later~

“But maybe you should ask Yachiru~ After all I bought them for her.” And with the brightest smile and most innocent shade on his face, the interior designer vanished again.  

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"Hmmmm~?" Oh who would have thought something like this? The little female Yumichika was able to see now through a thick lilac curtain hiding a wide variety of different books was exactly the one he had a nice chat with yesterday in that dinky little beauty shop~ Entering the store quite swiftly, the beaming man had a look around - what a nice little facility she had, while approaching her eagerly. "Hello my dear~ i never thought i would find you in this nice little shop~"

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 ——“Ah ! Hello !” Not used to such demeanour but definitely not displeased by this wamrth and welcoming attitude, Nanao allowed herself to offer a smile at her turn. The young man in front of her wasn’t much unknown now, given that yesterday they had a very nice little chat during a very nice session of manicure. When at first she could have been startled by the sudden appearance of a man so close to her, the seller felt instead quite the contrary. Laying back the huge cardboard she was filling, the small lady rubbed her hands and pushing her fringe away, got going… In a unusual way for her. "Even dusty book sellers can go to the beautician, Sir !" Oh ? A joke ? The young female felt her smile going wider, at the comfortable feeling she was experiencing at this moment. That was strange but still, pleasing. "Are you looking for something in my shop ? I probably have many things able to interest you !"

Oh she is really adorable, Yumichika had to admit, even that she wasn’t as fine as yesterday, still a delicate and pretty young female.  “I see, I see!~ I wouldn’t have thought otherwise, to be honest, everyone just needs a nice relaxing day after a hard week at work, or?~” A light chuckle left his lips, gathering the files he had been carrying a little upwards again, something he wanted to show a client of his, yet there was enough time to walk through this adorable little shop. “It looks like a hard work for such a delicate young woman like you—“

After her question, the young male had a glance around, not really having the urge to buy something in this nice little bookstore, but maybe there would be a few things he could acquire. Stepping down from the second level, eyes were darting around the high bookshelves, while his mind was flying over the books the designer was used to collect. But truth to be told, it was just too much to look at, serving for him to turn around with a nearly meek smile. “—well, if I would look for something, then apparently after books for design. Arts, music, furniture, it is a hobby you know.”

He was just moving a second time, laying his own files down on one of the empty places while waiting for her to join him. “If you can help me with that, I might buy something. My name is Yumichika by the way, and you?~”

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Blurring the line between living indoors and outdoors. Those windows would cost a fortune to replace.

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T’che, as if he would believe these fucking ‘ofcourses’.

"I don’t give a shit if it’s expensive or not cuz I don’t plan on doin’ it either." He barked in soaring peevishness, polishing some unfortunate glass so intensely quite amazing was that fragile item survived it. Why from all the people around that goddamned bastard had to have it in for Kenpachi? Kenpachi was perfectly content with state of his room and didn’t feel a slightest need to change anything there. Yachiru’s pink stuff of use (and sometimes origins) unknown for him was already enough to damage his well-being. Pink fuckin’ cubes and other ridiculous facilities he wouldn’t even touch with ten-foot pole not to mention sit on them were last thing he could need now.

"How many times I have t’ tell ya I like my room how it is…? Find other victim. I ain’t takin’ yer shit any longer."

With these words Kenpachi flopped on his stool angrily.

Stool was not pleased.

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Yumichika had to chuckle at the whole scene, especially at remonstrative object made out of wood tall barman was sitting down second ago, attracting quite loud ‘knack’ sound what served for youthful man to raise an eyebrow in question at the whole movement. Truth to be told, Kenpachis reluctance in respect of interior design inside mutual flat was all to understandable, seeing that his own exterior was rather rough and unkempt whereas decorator himself was more stylish and frail in comparison. Not that Yumichika minded~

“Okay! Okay! I understood, no worries.” Wide smile spread over his face, lifting hands in seemingly defeat, while shaking his head slightly. Onslaught of new furniture details was not the ‘overall’ reason of his visit after all. Leaning onto the counter, purple eyes had a glance around, intaking the whole interior and scene – listening to the music with a light chuckle, ostensibly he was surprised upon the whole view. Flat-mate didn’t really fit in whole scene, but this was just clichéd thought.

“I just wanted to visit your workplace finally~, really it’s a nice little bar. Introducing you to some pieces of my new collection just came besides~”

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Carne Vale Carnival

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"Moemi Kiba, nice to meet you." He gave Yumichika a bright lopsided smile. It wasn’t his business who lived where, but he felt much more relaxed knowing no bodies would go flying.  At least not yet…Most of his staff brought around good people. Mo had a feeling Yumichika would keep up that record. Suddenly he remembered what he’d been working on earlier. He had vision for a new gimmick but wasn’t sure how to execute it. “So what do you think? You look like a stylish sort and I wanted some advice. I want to give a Carnivál type celebration for the end of summer. What would you suggest?”

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"Hm?~" This was some unexpected kind of question, depending on the fact that they only met today and a little while ago the short barowner - Kiba, yes there was something ringing in his mind - didn't even know that said 'volatile Rocky' was Yumichikas flat mate. But who cares~ Compliments were always accepted quite easily and openly. "Hmn~ That depends. Carnival is a rather eccentric motto for a summer party."

He had to chuckle slightly at the thought. The choice of event was peculiar and would most likely serve for a good publicity and full location if it was brought out the right way. "And it depends on the nation you would like to take as example, the best-known are after all Venedig and Rio de Janeiro." This just provided the unknown with a whole variety of different opportunities, likely falling behind their own thoughts and possibilities. "Do you have some kind of ideas already?~"

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bigmokiba:

Mo could hear a very unique gripe storm surging in the bar area. If sharks had a warning call, Rocky’s rumbling complaints would probably be identical. He didn’t want to think of the costs another brawl would bring, so the petite man hurried over to see what the trouble was. The cause was a beautiful effeminate young man. ‘Wow…what a knockout! Such flawless skin too…’ A blush creeped up Mo’s ears as he turned away. “Welcome to Mo’s Spot, but please…don’t poke the Rocky. He’s volitile…”

"Hmmmm~?" Sudden approach was unexpected and Yumichika had to turn around from his place smiling up at the 'volatile' barkeeper as a voice behind him resounded so freely. Interesting~ Kenpachi had implied he worked together with a man easily be able to misplaced younger than he was, not that the adolescent male would assume it was this one, but with the words spoken he simply assumed it was the barowner. "Thank you and I know~" 'Volatile' was maybe not the word Yumichika would use, more - 'disgruntled'. Blush of the gentleman in front of him was easily noticed and it just made the decorator smile wider. "I live together with him, i'm used to his antics, you could say." A light chuckle escaped his lips at the last words. "Ayasegawa Yumichika, and you might be?~"

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„Of course, of course~“….not. Yumi had to admit, he had no idea what Kenpachis problem was in him adorning his room at least a little bit as – ‚filthy‘ – was a clear understatement of the whole situation. „I just organize everything a bit and bring a bit of colour, you should be glad i do that freely~, normally it’s really expensive you know~“ All this was said with a light smirk, while sipping his drink innocently, he would never take money from the barkeeper, but the joke was too good to pass.