Pressing up a gun at the stranger, Shinnosuke kept a stern expression on his face as he pressing the nuzzle of the gun against the strangerâs back. Shinnosuke was only strolling around the plaza with the reason of possibly taking his milady here until he turned around the corner, and for some reason he felt extremely high on alert today. Until the man snapped out of it and quickly moved his gun back to his pocket, realizing that this person was a stranger.
"I apologize! I was⌠ermâŚ."
Good job Shinnosuke, pointing a gun at a random stranger arenât you?
Miyuki immediately froze when he felt something unusual pressing against his back. Did he do something wrong? All he did today was wander around aimlessly in this plaza. Turning his head slowly, he glanced down at the gun then slowly looked up at the owner. Despite the somewhat dangerous and confusing situation he was in, he remained calm and collected. "Uh, may I help you?" There was an incredulous tone in his voice, along with a hint of sarcasm. Just as he had spoken, the stranger removed the gun from him and apologized.Â
"It's fine." He said, laughing a little. "Did you confuse me for someone else?"Â
Miyuki stared at the ceiling of a strange roomânot his room, but a random bedroom. In a random house. How did he even get here? Perhaps it was just his bad vision messing with him?
His hazel eyes wandered momentarily before it spotted his glasses, resting undisturbed on a bedside table. He immediately took it and put it on, feeling the blurriness melt away. He scanned the room once more, and it still looked completely unfamiliar to him.
Ruffling his hair, he turned to glance out the window, where an abundance of sunlight flowed in and illuminated the entire room. There was barely any sound; it was unusually peaceful. There was a severe lack of the bustling city noises that Miyuki had grown used to hearing.
It was at this moment that he became aware⌠he was no longer in Kairos.
He didnât know a single thing about Paralia and the silence grew more unnerving as time slowly passed. His hand ached to throw an object at the clock that hung in hisâno⌠this room. It made ticking noises that filled all the spaces and corners of his mind, and he despised it. Instinctively, he grabbed whatever object he could get his hand on, but froze when he felt something awfully familiar grasped in his right hand.
A baseball.
A feeling of nostalgia came over him, along with something else⌠a thing he couldnât quite pinpoint.
Miyuki closed his eyes in an attempt to clear his head, but instead a memory played, like an old movie.
The voices were distinct, but the images itself were not. He could barely tell who was speaking to him⌠but it was a voice he recognized.
"Miyuki, you have the responsibilities of a captain nowâŚ"
It faded out, then a new voice appeared. This one⌠it sounded exactly like him, yet at the same time it didnât. It was like he was hearing a more strong, and confident version of himself.
"âŚI want us to be ravenous for victory until the very end."
An overwhelming sense of burden came over his body, and his grip on the baseball tightened. It felt extremely uncomfortable, and he wanted it to go away.
He wasnât ready for this⌠heâs not as strong as they think⌠he didnât feel readyâŚ
For what? For what responsibility?
Miyukiâs eyes shot open and he immediately let go of the ball in his hand, letting it roll onto the floor. Sighing, he took off his glasses and slowly slid back underneath the covers, burying his face into the pillow.
"N-no, donât worry about it⌠Itâs my fault."
âIf she could handle the animal better she was sure that she wouldnât really have been running into anyone. A glance was turned to the dog that was growling at the bunny just out of his reach, though now that Angel had stopped running, and was just standing there, thankfully she wasnât being pulled along anymore.â
"Ah?!"
âQuickly her expression went from embarrassed, to surprised,and then almost immediately into delight. How nice! Both hands clung to the leash, lifting it so she was almost hiding her lips. She was lucky to meet such a nice person. Quickly she returned the smile with one of her own.â
"Would you? That would be wonderful. Oh, but I donât want to cause you any trouble. Iâm sure you have other things to do right?"
âHer left hand lowered rubbing at her right one. Eyes darting to the animal and back to the man. The tapping of an impatient foot drew her attention to the bunny that she could almost swear was glaring at her.â
"But⌠um⌠if you donât mind, I would really appreciate it. Heâs such a sweetheart, but I think he forgets his own strength at times. Isnât that right boy."
âHer voice immediately changed when she addressed the dog, almost as if she were talking to a baby. Hand coming up to scratch under the dogâs chin.â
"Don't worry about it! It's no trouble at all." Miyuki gave her a small smile before gently taking the leash from her. "Does he have a name?" He inquired curiously. He made sure his grip was tight, but the dog is definitely struggling less than before. Animals can be quite unpredictable at times; he'd rather not be the one getting dragged off.Â
He had a certain fondness for dogs though, although he never owned one himself. The landlord of the apartment he lived in wasn't too keen on lettings tenants keep pets. If that wasn't the case, he would've adopted one or two by now. He leaned down and pet the dog lightly on the head in an affectionate manner.Â
As for the young woman, Miyuki thought she had a fairly timid attitude. He'd usually find it somewhat annoying, but it seemed that she was genuinely shy, unlike some of the girls at his school, who take great advantage on male students by acting coy.Â
He was snapped out of his thoughts when the dog started barking at the rabbit once more. The leash almost slipped out of his grasp, but luckily he caught it fast enough before it was too late.Â
"Oh, sorry, but I don't think I've properly introduced myself." He spoke up, glancing over at her. "My name's Miyuki Kazuya."Â
An upperclassman and notoriously nasty too. Everyone knew who Miyuki Kazuya was, for he was the talk of the entire junior class; and the little birds that chirped in and out of her ears always gave a mixed review. Cute enough, smooth enough, but a troublemaker tried and true. And his mere presence in the detention hall affirmed the rumors spoken to Bubbles. Like she said, detention was only for true scoundrels. Scoundrels exactly like Miyuki.
"Tried to finish a project on the bus ride to school. A week after it was due." Bubbles sighed wistfully. A brilliant idea that wasâŚ.not really, of course. If anything? It was pretty stupid even for her. Handing in a sheet of drawing paper with hastily scribbled examples of lift and velocity and some god awful zigzag that she tried to pass off as a rollercoaster? Who knows. But her physics teacher seemed to not be impressed with her display, quickly calling out her lie of "actually doing the project". But it was worth a try anyway.
Thinking about it made her nose scrunch up, and she turned herself in her seat and away from the project that needed to be finished. Legitimately for that matter as well. But why do that when she could chat up this guy?
"A project, huh?" Miyuki's voice chimed with slight interest. He has procrastinated several times on projects before--it was just something that teens were programmed to do--but he'd always finish it at least the night before. It's common sense that something as major as a project couldn't be completed on a bus... and a week late also. He wondered what kind of project it was, but honestly, it wasn't really any of his business and he hates coming off as nosy.Â
"Me?" An arrogant, but strangely charming grin immediately took over his features. It was an expression that made his petty crime seem like an accomplishment of sorts. He's surprised that news hadn't spread through the school like wildfire yet. "Got into a fight with one of the underclassmen. I guess I teased him a little too much and he wasn't too happy about it. Unfortunately for me, I got in trouble for "instigating the fight"--or whatever the hell the principal said. I'd try to say that it wasn't my fault, but that'd be a complete lie, wouldn't it?"Â
Miyuki has been told several times to reprimand his "unruly behavior", but he really couldn't care less. School was a boring place, and if pulling pranks and pissing people off entertained him then he'd do it, regardless of the consequences. After all, they wouldn't kick out a student with remarkable grades like his.Â
Now donât take this the wrong way, but Bubbles did not deserve to be in detention of all the places. And especially not on a Saturday. The joy and laughter was replaced with misery and grumbling as the blonde rested her cheek against her palm, leaning on her elbow for support while fish eyes watched her fingers deftly twirl her pencil like a baton in between her fingers. Truly, this had to be real torture. Her mind shriveling like a raisin in this dead silent classroom filled with people that she definitely didnât belong with. Only real school scoundrels got detention after all! Not Bubbles. Not for skipping out on an assignment that was at least, maybe, probably only 15% of her grade! But she was wrong; this detention was headmasterâs orders, after countless meetings with Bubbles that proved fruitless, and the project was worth 75%.Â
75% of her final grade, for that matter, and she completely nailed the final nail in the coffin for her hopes of not going to summer school for it. That isâŚif she finished this weekend, at not just one detention, but two of them. Saturday and Sunday. Back to back detention to finish an assignment in which, truth be told, she hadnât a clue of the subject matter. A poster was easy enough; but whoever thought it a good idea to put her in a physics class was out of their mind.Â
Bubbles had already cried out her sorrows numerous times, so all that was left to her was her childish huffs and just staring at a classmates notes that she knew nothing about. And thrice now had her aquamarine eyes looked around the room for anyone who mightâve looked to be knowledgeable in the science, but no luck. Not that she was looking for help or anything! No, looking down a these notes and this huge sheet of neon yellow posterboard, she knew exactly what to do.
Definitely.
A break was called, and the irritable librarian who wasnât even supposed to be here at all had left the room in quite a hurry, to Bubblesâ relief. She couldnât stand that womanâs scowl for too long, and as well, wondered whoâd be taking her place. But her thoughts were interrupted as she recieved, once again, the grim reminder that she might fail her science class, and she had sunk lower into her desk, pinching the bridged of her nose in premature defeat.
Detention was a familiar place to him, unfortunately. Mostly because he often got in trouble for teasing the underclassmen too much. The school authorities were always saying about how he'd be a "perfect student" if didn't cause so much trouble. His grades were quite outstanding, after all. Usually, he would somehow bend the situation so that the underclassmen that got angry at him would get in trouble, but this time, he was caught (once again) for pestering them during a lecture in class.Â
He walked into the room, scanning the premise with his hazel eyes. It was fairly empty, save for one blonde girl that looked like she was in quite a bit of despair. Miyuki knew who she was, sort of. He heard from his underclassmen that she was a huge party girl. Wherever there was one, she's there. She's quite popular, from what he could tell. It was only safe to assume that she was here because her grades weren't up to par.Â
Luckily, the librarian that was almost always in the room was nowhere to be seen. She probably left right before he arrived. Taking long strides, he went over to the desk that was behind the party girl and plopped down in the seat. Miyuki ran his hand through his brown hair, then rested his chin in the palm of his hands. It'd be awkward just to sit around quietly; it wasn't like him to do that. He may not have a lot of friends, but he was actually known to be a social butterfly of sorts. He'll talk to everyone, but won't try to get close with anyone.Â
"So, what brings you here?"Â
He leaned over so that she could hear his question, even though he already knew the answer. There was no better way to start a conversation by discussing about why they were both stuck in such a shithole.Â
"Youâre Miyuki Kazuya." She stated as a matter of factly â only the faintest hint of curtness, her features settling back into that unreadable expression rather than the cordial smile she had offered earlier. Miyuki Kazuya, in which she had gotten more than a few complaints from underclassmen at the student forums. And it would be her job as student council president to make sure that each student big and small was well taken care of. In fact, she recollected having more than one run in with him. âDonât tease the underclassmenâ, âno cherry bombs in the lockersâ, âdonât donât donâtâ on numerous occasions and the exact opposite was done.
Perhaps he was a good hearted young man, but Zelda could not look past the 2 years of trouble.
Zelda folded her hands together, shoulders squared and chin raised. âYou must not remember me then.â She thought aloud, more to herself than him. But no matter.Â
Now that he looked a little closer, she does look somewhat familiar. Where has he seen her before? He couldn't really recall it. "So you know my name? Hm, I wonder how famous I am." Miyuki remarked with his signature grin. There was a joking tone in his voice, because he knew that there was rarely anything good associated to his name... except for his grades, perhaps. Other than that, he was infamous for being a troublemaker of sorts. He tried to make light, casual conversation while trying to remember who this girl was. There's a chance that he has seen her around school... like in a classroom? or in the hallways... or maybe...?
Then it clicked. Oh...shit. Well, he never expected to run into her here out of all places, and to think he had forgotten about her too, since she was probably the one person who knew best about his pranks at school.Â
"Ahaha, Ms. Zelda! Surely, it's a pleasure seeing you here." Not really. "My mind just blanked out for a bit. Sorry about that~!" Maybe if he tried hard enough, he could escape from her.Â
âA woman found herself on one end of a leash, the animal on the other side obviously much too big for her. It was impossible to hold her ground as the dog dragged her whichever way she wanted. The bunny that she always carried with her spurring the rowdy behaviour on as it played a game akin to âtagâ with the dog, having the large animal barking and chasing it through the streets.â
"Oh, please stopâŚ"
âStill she didnât raise her voice, unable to even hear herself over the animalâs barks. In the future she should have thought to get someone stronger to care for the animal, but then again, they normally listened, just not when they had an impatient little bunny trying to get them to behave badly. Both hands closed tightly around the leash, feet digging into the ground, trying to gain some sort of control, only to have herself jolting forward, pulled along by an even stronger force.
It continued like that for a few more steps, before she felt herself pulled right into a stranger. Eyes grew wide and the pink-haired woman stared up at the stranger, face turning an almost matching shade of pink.â
"I-Iâm sorry!"
âThe apology was stammered out. A loud bark from the impatient dog nearly masking any sound she made.â
"Oh, my bad." Miyuki glanced to make sure the other person was okay. Right after he had spoken, a timid voice stammered out an apology, followed by a loud bark. The person he ran into was a petite young woman with bright pink hair and blue eyes. In her hand held a leash that was connected to a fairly large dog. He wondered how she even managed to find the strength to keep it under control...
Or not. As he looked more closely, it seems that she was losing control of her pet. There seemed to be a slightly hyperactive rabbit that was causing the dog to behave wildly. It'd be rude of him to ignore the woman and move on, but he knew that not every pet owner was very generous about letting strangers touch their prized possessions.Â
"Ah... you look like you're struggling a bit there." He remarked in a casual manner. Although "a bit" was perhaps an understatement. She looked like she could be dragged off any second. Miyuki raised a hand and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "I could hold the leash for you, if you'd like. I'm not much of a dog tamer but there's a least likely chance that it'll run away if it's in my hands."Â
He tried his best to make a lighthearted conversation, giving her a polite smile along with his offer.Â
It was not so much customary as it was mandatory at Hyrule Enterprises for the interns and prospective employees to set up and hold their own charity events as a means of getting experience under their belt. It showed initiative, ingenuity and compassion, as well as proof that her father was not going to be hiring a bubble headed money hungry ninny to work for the corporation that he had worked so hard to cultivate with his own two hands.
Though her father would never say that last part, and as a much of a kind man he was, Zelda knew better. These little projects were but a means to weed out the unsavory types, which to her seemed rather unfair â build up these peopleâs hopes only to deny them opportunity, but she chocked it up to him just being wary.Â
And it seemed that despite being the daughter of a scion, contrary to popular belief, she would be participating in the little competition herself as well. Zelda had already began her prepations; donating to the hospital to continue expanding their childrenâs ward, and thus holding a bake sale at the location itself to raise the target funds. All she needed was help, which was why she had begun to walk the streets of Kairos, considering she was in the area already, to scout any prospective takers. When she happened upon a stranger, she lightly tapped them on the shoulder, giving a polite smile to match.
"While I hate to be a bother, I just wanted to inquire if you would like to make a proper amount of coin this weekend?"
Miyuki had just finished spending time with his friends at an arcade, and was walking on the street towards his house. He was rather fatigued, but he wondered if he could stop by the convenience store to pick up a popsicle or some other snack before he headed home. There was a light breeze in the air, and the weather felt nice. Perhaps it would be a good idea to stay out a bit longer, since his parents trust him not to do anything stupid by himself.Â
His steps were at a moderate pace; he tried not to walk too fast, because he wanted to continue enjoying the fine weather, maybe linger for a while and do some window shopping. However, he immediately paused when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning his head, his hazel eyes landed on a young woman, perhaps around his age or older. However, he didn't quite recognize her face. There was a possibility that she wasn't from around here.Â
Miyuki examined her a bit, wondering who the stranger was. She looked very elegant and proper, with flowing brown hair and striking blue eyes. He couldn't deny that she was quite pretty... but what exactly did she want from him? He returned her polite smile with one of his own. "Can I help you with something?" He spoke up, tilting his head slightly to the side.Â
Hearing her question, he pondered for a moment. His teachers were always telling them to get a summer job of sorts. "It'd look good on your college application" is what they'd say. Miyuki thought it was bothersome, but he figures that since there's a chance for him to gain some extra spending money, why not take the offer?Â
"Sounds interesting. What do I have to do to earn it?"Â
Miyuki has practically spent all of his life, or specifically seventeen years, in the city of Kairos. Being a city boy, he enjoyed the crowds and the bustling excitement that seemed to give the city a unique spark. He belonged here; it felt right. He had friends and he did extremely well in his academics, but other than that he didn't have any other sort of extracurricular activities. Unless, of course, spending time at the arcade counted as such, but probably not.Â
On some days, he'd much prefer to wander alone, and spend time with himself. On these days, he would find himself going to the park, strolling down the wooded paths or settling down comfortably on a small bench. Today, he noticed a group of kids playing an impromptu version of baseball. They used a rubber ball and a simple wooden bat, while the bases consisted of miscellaneous objects, such as hats and unworn jackets.Â
Watching them, a sense of nostalgia seems to hit Miyuki. He could almost smell and see a baseball field in the back of his mind. It wasn't just any field also. It was the same one that he has been seeing for the minuscule amount of years that he has been living. It didn't make sense to him, because he had never left Kairos. There was no way he could've seen such a field. He brushed it off; perhaps it was just the summer heat getting to his head.Â
Regardless, he enjoyed watching them play. It reminded him of his happy childhood, filled with an abundance of pleasant memories. Getting up from the bench, he decided that it was time to move on. There was plenty more for him to see, and a day doesn't last forever. He continued down the random path that he had chosen to walk on, wondering if he would meet someone new today. For some reason, something inside of him told him that he would.Â
At that moment, as if by godly timing, he accidentally bumped shoulders with someone going in the opposite direction as him.Â
Hi there! Woo, first post on this blog... yours truly is going to write an intro post. Ahem, my name's Tiffany, but feel free to call me Tiffu...or Tofu..Tiff..whatever floats your boat. It's not my first time joining a roleplay group, but it's (sorta) my first time roleplaying as this little shit character.
Anyway! I'll probably have an open thread up soon~ Plotting and what not is welcomed, so feel free to visit my askbox (it's open 24/7...kinda like a convenience store)!Â
