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Nishii Yukito / Medium&Psychic / 18 / Terra Dorm 4a Student at Insolitus Academy Roleplay blog only / Not the real Nishii Yukito

[cheshire-jonghyun]

{ So Noted } Nishii & Jonghyun

[cheshire-jonghyun]

Ah, so this was Nishii. Well he didn’t seem as sad as he’d expected. A few of the words written in the book prompted him to picture one of those skinny boys with a whole bottle of eyeliner splashed atop their eyelids. Dramatic, hating life, always whining how they never should have been born, girly: boys that kept diaries just seemed to be those kind of people – honestly. It was either them or the happy-go-lucky ones that usually wrote, one too afraid to reach out, one too ashamed to admit a weakness, and both prime examples of walking suicide bombs left to wither away each second they scribbled down a word for nothing but a moment of false comfort. Luckily, the one beside him didn’t seem to be either of those tropes – in fact, if he didn’t know any better, he wouldn’t have guessed he was a loser with mother problems. By his standards, the boy actually seemed pretty normal.

“Yes, well, that’s because I don’t need it,” Jonghyun said, cocking his head a bit to the side. “Shall I call you Mr. Nishii then? Mr. Yukito? My good sir? Yuki? If you don’t want me calling your name, you’ll have to give me an alternative.”

Propping one elbow up on the desk, he pursed his lips and leaned into his hand to cup his cheek. Operation: Let’s Do Things the Easy Way For a Change and See What Happens (Operation Simple, for short) was about to be thrown into full swing – and as always, the basics were the first thing that ought to be done. He could feel his eyelids just beginning to droop as the corner of his lip turned up to present a half smile; hopefully this round would prove diary inquiries to be the good sort of new.

"Well, moving on. I’m Jonghyun, but since you’re special you can call me Collin. Or not. Either will work – whatever your preference. Some people think the latter is easier to pronounce. I consider myself 21 in human years and though I will not disclose the details, I am not human. According to the last time I last time I checked, I am 182 centimeters tall and weigh approximately 70 kilograms – give or take. My best friend’s name is Yuki. I used to have a pet dog named Snow White but it died a month ago from brain cancer. My favorite color is blue, I hate the color red, and my least favorite type of food is the sweet kind. I think I wanted to be a lawyer at one point but now I am leaning more towards becoming a musician. Not particularly the fancy dining hall kind though. Think freelance."

His voice was fast and his words couldn’t have been recited without more than a second in between each statement. As the end of the ramble neared, he lifted his head from his palm’s embrace and smirked. “That’s the one thing I am most proud of. I can play guitar really well. Come visit the music practice rooms sometime and you can hear me play. Electric or acoustic, whichever you’re in the mood for. Like I said, I’m a fan of yours so it’d actually be an honor.”

After making a few small nods as if to confirm the distorted truth in his words, he swept an open hand, palm side up, in between them, and promptly made a gesture of offering to the other. “Okay, now your turn.”

[nishii-ia]

It was without a doubt of the smallest increment that the moment this fellow student was someone who the young medium would never be in the ability to take in as a friend or even acquaintance. He seemed to be of that type. The scoundrel rascal type that Nishii often witnessed in the few stereotypical dramas of Japanese origin back home in the shrine. Rarely had he been allowed to take such a leisurely break from his studies and meditations for the sake of mindless television programming after the age of his first psychic awakening, yet he remembered the scenes well enough. The class of character that would always find way to ruffle even Nishii's feather though he was nothing but a viewer to the unrealistic world on display through a screen. Regardless, just the manner of which this boy spoke was an annoyance. No, there was little to no chance that the young boy would find a friendly conversation in this hardhead.

Ugh. So very annoying this one was. It made for a disgruntled expression to take over the young medium's facial features without attempt to shield them off for his preferred look of passiveness. "I guess Yukito is fine. Everything else you've said sounds horrible." Mr. Yukito. The very thought made Nishii rather bitter in a fleeting thought to his father back home at Meiji Shrine. 

Before the young boy had even a moment more to himself in the allowance of his thoughts to properly sort out what an odd encounter the day had gifted upon him, or even how to easily walk out of the room and avoid further interaction with this oddity of his own right, it seemed that the world had pushed him up against a viable opponent. The young medium had no opportunity as he had hoped to up and dash out the door for the sake of restoring his peaceful routine, but instead was quickly subjected to a continuation of the other boy's chatter. It was not pleasant and it was not interesting in the least to hear a speech of the life story of some unknown classmate he had never met before, and certainly had no further intention of getting to know. 

So quickly had this personal introductory speech been delivered in oral platform, that the young boy truly was left at a complete loss of words. An event that happened rarely, if ever at all. In all truth of the matter, the young one was typically the one to dole out all source of stupefied astonishment. Nishii could not even recall what exactly had been said or any of the facts of his very name. Who had this person said he was, again? "You are really bad at introducing yourself, you know that?" Nishii muttered with a shake of his head, clearly not wandering down the same track as this odd fellow. 

"My turn?" The statement previously uttered was reiterated in the form of a question, an eyebrow now lifting in faint distrust. "Why do you care? You've never even met me before and I don't want to talk to you anyway." Quickly, showing the finality of his words with actions, the young medium began to clear away his desk by forcefully cramming a stack of typical school-related items into his fine-leather bookbag. "You know my name, I don't know how, but that should be good enough though, right?" Nishii stood, lifting his bookbag with him, eyeing the stranger dolefully. 

[neverending-hate]

[nishii-ia]

The Fool « « « Nishii + Kana

[exmoonkana-ia-deactivated201406]

Kana was no stranger to bullying. She had lived that way from the moment she was old enough to think and withstand violence. First her brother, then her classmates, then in the hospital. When she would say she was ‘used to it’ she really meant it. However, such things seemed to be behind her and the Academy she had enrolled in, about a month ago, appeared to lack people who’s primary concern was making other people’s lives a Hell. Surely, she pulled many pranks on other people, including some who attended the Insolitus Academy, but she never actually harmed them. This was the difference. Kana was never a bully, but rather the bullied.

The day she decided to visit the fountain had been a strange one. Although it seemed like yet another, mostly sunny bright day, the memories she had tried keeping away, from herself and the world around her, came rushing back to her mind. First, they came in a dream, then during class as her thoughts drifted away and later when she went to her dorm room. Wanting to find a place where she could rest and try to feel better, Kana immediately remembered the healing fountain. It was an unusual and lovely part of the school grounds and she often went there, wondering if she immersed her body into the water would it heal the mental pain she had been trying to cope with for years. Luckily, the pain was not as sever as it used to be.

And so, the half-demon walked out of her dorm and headed straight for the healing fountain, hoping that no one would be there. Luckily, no one seemed to be around and she sighed in relief, immediately sitting down on the stony edge of the fountain, staring at the falling, squirmy water and the almost hissing sound it made as it sprinkled around. She smiled, dipping her hand into it and played around, making various shapes on the surface of the water, with the tips of her fingers. It was amazing. She could be alone. No one to bother her. And her thoughts were appeased as well. No more grim reminders of her past. Just a light feeling and comfort.

Well, all that until she was interrupted. Kana heard the footsteps and as the male, who looked underage (she guessed he could have been 14 or 15, not knowing that he was older than that), came to stand close to her, she measured him carefully from top to toe, before she looked back at the fountain and asked ”Don’t you have anywhere else to go?” She huffed softly and moved her hand around in the cold water, without even looking at the stranger who came to join her next to the healing fountain.

[nishii-ia]

Rude old lady. The girl that sat at the fountain had arrived there first, no doubt about that, but this did not mean she owned the area as some form of regal princess of the pink hair. Upon that observation, the hair was ridiculous too, what did she believe herself to be? A chewable tablet of bubblegum? What right did this old woman have? Why were the women in this institution of higher learning all so incredibly unfounded and unpleasant? First, there was the pedo-woman who seemed to enjoy preying on younger boys, and now there was this crazy lady with the princess complex. Nishii had heard of such young ladies from the few times he had been allowed a clearance into the streets of Tokyo for a walk; seeing a few himself as he passed by popular suburban retail stores for textile in Shibuya. 

A point to be noted was that princess-complex individuals were not cute to Nishii. They were not interesting. What they were, is annoying little brats who had most likely taken a rough fall somewhere down the line of their life and damaged a practical lobe in their heads to behave in such a way. So, even as the young medium moved closer and wrinkled his nose at the girl, he decided he would not simply ignore her comment as perhaps would have been wise should she be someone of a higher power level than he. Admittedly, there were many of the sort around these grounds, and yet Nishii was never actually frightened to cross them. Perhaps one of his larger problems. 

"Don't you?" Nishii returned, arms automatically taking a crossed position across his chest. "I doubt that you can't find somewhere else to go, so why don't you just leave, old lady? If you don't have an answer, then don't ask me if I have anywhere else to go because I don't have to, just like you don't have to leave." The girl was no longer lending a lingering eye to his figure, instead turning her attention to the waters in which she dipped her hand. She didn't look hurt, so why was she doing that, stupid girl. "Are you an idiot? Do you know that is healing water? If your hand isn't hurt, then why are you sticking it into the water?" The youthful psychic took a single step forward, arms still crossed over his chest. 

[nishii-ia]

Reaching Deeper « « « Nishii + Junhyung

[serpent-of-eden]

It was enjoyable hear the other male speak as if nothing were there to ever sway him, no authority to scare him into verbalizing respect to strangers or to hold back honesty and it almost felt invigorating to be spoken to in such a manner. Not that Junhyung was fond of being compared to someone surgically altered, but the fact that the other was comfortable enough to bluntly express his thoughts on the matter of their obvious contrasts in physical appearance. So, it only seemed natural to share the mannerisms that he too possessed during opportune moments like such. ” Well unlike you, I don’t look like lifting a marshmallow would make me winded, so we’re even and I couldn’t care less either way because you seem like a cool guy,” He retorted before eyeing the other in his bewilderment. Never had he seen someone so enthused to play a simple game of soccer and the sight both made him sympathetic and hopeful; wondering if perhaps he was taking the kicking of a checkered ball for granted, or the freedom to do so when really processing it and Nishii’s apparently sheltered past.

Of course he meant every word of it, wanting to actually go out and exercise his muscles that had been sitting in classroom chairs for far too long as well as teach the other student exactly how to play and if he was lucky—how to have fun while doing so. ” I mean it and I’ll teach you the basics of it. I promise it won’t be that hard to do,” he said while nodding his head in affirmation to his offer, blond hair rising and falling over the expanse of his forehead while doing so. Turning to leave, he checked if the other had left anything behind that would be trapped within the room once he closed the door. At the same time, his jade colored eyes, now softened by the thought of becoming a sort of mentor, flashed towards the other male’s gaze. His head tipped back slightly to gesture for the other to follow, hand reaching out to flip the lights of the classroom off.

Once in the hall, he proceeded to roll up his sleeves and inspect his shoes. ” So there are two nets, one represents your goal and one is my goal. It is your job to keep me from kicking the ball into your goal, if I do then I get a point and if you kick the ball into mine than you get a point, sound easy enough?” The rules rolled from his tongue as if he had memorized them to perfection although that wasn’t the case and he happened to just be familiar with the game enough to do so. Glancing up at the other after tying his shoes tight enough not to fall off if he were to toe punt the ball, his stare held the obvious questioning of ’ do you understand’ written all over it, but not sternly enough to seem anywhere near threatening because he still wanted the other to enjoy himself. 

[nishii-ia]

The youthful medium had to admit it, this stranger was very good at retaliating with his words. He didn’t keep the young boy’s blunt remarks to himself to simmer quietly under the collar, but instead rebounded with flawless quips that almost brought Nishii into a rare humbled silence. Almost. I don’t look like lifting a marshmallow would make me winded. Well that was a pleasant reminder to his noggin that he, unfortunately, was a shorter growth of the stalk and had also somehow gotten the DNA that left him a rather baby-faced teenager with little meat on his bones. In truth, all that meat had probably been accumulated on his cheeks, which is why his sister had always teased him for the “squishy cheeks”. The few slightly crooked teeth only made him appear more of a child when the rare occasion came for his smile to develop. A large factor that kept the young boy away from expressing anything other than scorn. He didn’t want to look like a child, and he did not want to look like he was weak. Unfortunately, that act didn’t seem to work so much with his curiously indifferent stranger.

“Just because I look like a marshmallow, doesn't mean I can’t lift one.” Nishii muttered, his eyes darting away to look anywhere other than the other male with whom communication was becoming a bit easier to induce now that he was still talking rather than becoming left behind as so often he was. The phrase was silly, no doubt childish in content, but the medium felt he always needed the last word in. A subconscious method of feeling in control. That all disappeared, however, once the promise had been set in place. Well it was no promise that he would expect the other to hold on to, but it did bring him great excitement. Someone, though a stranger, would take him out to play soccer! No one had ever done such a thing for him, much less with him. A rudimentary activity to any other human being, most likely, but for someone who had been as sheltered as himself, this was nothing sort of a bizarre dream brought to reality for a chance to transpire into a fond memory. 

Nishii stared at the other with widened brown orbs, perhaps seeming more childlike in all his lifetime at that moment before he snapped out of his own reverie and clutched onto his grey sweater. There would be no need to tell him twice, nor wait for his petite body to gather enough reason to rise. No, he didn’t want to think of anything else as he lifted himself off the ground and darted outside before the stranger who had promised a piece of childhood. Full of an uncharacteristic buoyancy, Nishii waited for his... person? Friend? Acquaintance? To exit the room and tie his shoe. Attentive. Just as he dedicated himself to be throughout the duration of a class, it was the same now. A careful ear was lent to the directions of gameplay. “It’s not a complicated game, I got it.” Nishii replied briskly, his whole short stature almost bristling with pent-up enthusiasm that he willed not to show too transparently. “Where are we playing? Is there a special field for this game? Do you have a ball?” 

[yamachii4ever]

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[nishii-ia]

Hidden Talent « « « Nishii + Min Jun

[prince-beinion]

"Not hormonal? Kid have you even hit puberty? I was hormonal enough when I was thirteen." he snickered. "And lost my virginity when I was sixteen. But before that my right hand and me, ah best friends." He winked as he told the other about his sexual adventures, shame was not even in his dic(k)tionary. "Sure I would teach you, I play the piano, harp and flute. And I know a little guitar, not much though. Are you interested in any of those?" He asked, being aware that the instruments might not be what the younger had in mind, but it was what he had to offer. 

The night elf laughed, throwing his head back as he did so and then eyed Nishii again. “well, you sure are a brat yes.” He agreed, grinning still. “But you can’t help it since you were raised in a box. And I think that is bad. You are a young soul. I bet you are insecure, you are a virgin and you don’t know how to have fun. I on the other hand am 121 years old, bored right now and very sure of myself. I think it might be fun to take you out. No worries, I am not trying to rape you.” He smirked at the kid. “I got a wonderful boyfriend, so I am just trying to be nice. You know that expression? Nice?”  Min Jun eyed the other daring, was the kid brave enough to join him to an unknown club?

He tapped his fingers against his silver harp as he waited for the other to make a decision. “I know a lovely little place in the city, they play live music there every night. We can have something to eat and drink there. And you know, we could talk about stuff. Music, life, sex. whatever. You are free to have a life now, you know.”

[nishii-ia]

It seemed that the predominant topic of interest to the night elf was the one involving the young medium’s lack of a sexual drive and experience. Or perhaps it was a mere pride thing that old people carried upon their shoulders as though a trophy. One that denoted how sexually aroused one could become and how much sexual intercourse had been thrust upon their bodies through the coming of age. Nishii didn’t understand the thrill of it at all. Sex was essentially just sticking a bodily appendage into the bodily opening of another. If one was to truly ponder it, it was actually very disgusting. A part of the body where one urinated, being shoved into, for women, a place where monthly blood leaked and for men, a place where the daily squats were taken for bathroom visits. How was that attractive at all? 

“I have hit puberty! I’m eighteen!” Nishii snapped, not wanting to be considered some young twelve year old who knew nothing of the topic of sexual intercourse. “I just haven’t grown very tall. Mom said it’s because I didn’t drink enough milk.” That last bit came out as a grudge-bearing mutter, unable to accept the fact that he had doomed himself to living life as a 5’3 boy. Harp, piano, and flute... Neither of those were the young boy’s first choice, but there was a certain interest he had in learning the piano. “The piano. I heard it was hard to play, but it sounds really nice when I hear it on CD’s.” 

It was the sudden outburst of laughter that threw the young medium into an alarmed state, his eyes gluing to the elf and watching him with a distant urge to hit and run. Why was he laughing? “I’m not insecure!” Nishii shot, his mouth reacting before his brain had a chance to find the time to reason with himself and consider his words before they left his lips. This was an unfortunate effect of the young psychic’s childish personality. He hated being thought of as unsure or insecure. He wanted people to think he was strong and tough despite his young age and youthful face. At the promise of not being raped, the young boy only rolled his eyes as his body stood up resolutely from the sofa he had been perched on, his shamisen clutched in one hand. “I know you aren’t going to rape me, I didn’t take you for being a pedophile.” Wanting to prove he wasn’t an insecure brat, Nishii frowned. “Let’s go to this place you know.” 

[cheshire-jonghyun]

{ So Noted } Nishii & Jonghyun

Jonghyun never really understood why someone would write their ‘deepest, darkest secrets’ – quote, unquote – in a book anyone literate could read, nor could he comprehend how anyone with half a brain thought it would be a good idea to own such an item in the first place. It wasn’t its scrawls of daily routines that boggled him; it was the giant spillage of secrets, the compilation of all the things the owner oh so desperately struggled to hide from society, that made him snicker. Honestly, why? Why would someone conceal everything only to script it out on a piece of paper? There was no difference between tucking it under a pillow or locking it in a drawer – as long as the book existed, no secret was safe. Weren’t the notes within more prone to garner worries rather than relief? He always thought of it that way, but what did he know – he’d never owned one. The way he saw it, diaries were like perfect little cheat sheets made for entertaining people like him, like tools that saved both time and effort towards reaching the final stage.

There was a reason why he didn’t simply go snooping around snatching diaries from under mattresses though. Reading and reciting would make the game too easy; the round would end so quickly the result could hardly be considered a reward worth celebrating – if considered a reward at all. Yes, despite the ordeals some of the selected people presented to him, in the end the struggles were all part of the fun. It wasn’t uncommon for him to picture a noose wrung around a participant’s neck and want them broken then and there, but in the moments their smiles cracked into frowns of fear, majority of the times all the efforts were worth it and more. There was no pleasure to be gained from a reward without the effort – no, this cheshire liked to see it all pay off. He liked starting from square one and guiding them down the road to checkmate, he liked watching supposed kings and queens fall from their thrones because of his deeds and his deeds alone. Jonghyun was not the kind of person to play the game the easy way – but in this case, he’d decided to make one exception. And one exception alone.

He’d found it on one of the side tables in the main lobby, the gift God himself might have blessed him with. At first glance it looked like an ordinary book, like one pulled from a dust-inhabited shelf from the library, but when opened, oh the contents were far from ordinary. Instead of typed rows of ancient texts he saw scrawly bits of scripted woe that could only be found in either a terribly long monologue or a diary: the centimeter wide stack of blank pages following the last inked one indicated which. The first entry he’d opened to prompted a snicker, his teeth somewhat clenched in excitement as the words called out to him. I’m powerless, just too much, Mom will be devastated: the first chapter certainly wasn’t the most exciting thing he’d read, but it was enough to prevent him from closing it there. It was a good decision too, for the next one was the one that prompted him to start copying the words – the signature, the date, everything – into the back of his biology notebook. He’d shaken his head copying the final lines. Nishii.. who was this person? Whoever he was, he needed to work on his self esteem.

No action was taken after the diary was copied, partially because he’d only intended to keep it as a souvenir, a go-to cure for future boredom. A week later, the cheshire had been sitting in Biology when he found himself staring at the cloud of despair – the one in the back of the book, not the front. The words were familiar now, to a point where he could recite a few of the sentences if he wanted to. “Clinical research and medical therapies arising…covered under gene…molec–” If only the class was as interesting as the story. Come to think of it, how was Nishii fairing now? What ice cream flavor did he end up getting? What happened next in his story? It’d been a little over a week since the last jotted entry, and since that day the diary was nowhere to be seen. “–regulations of various parts of cells which…” Jonghyun’s curiosity was skyrocketing then, questions were arising from crevices in his mind he didn’t even know existed, and he did not attempt to listen to the text book lecture. That was the last class for the day, and this sudden curiosity was growing like a tumor. Luckily, unlike the latter, his problem had a ridiculously easy solution. As soon as the class was dismissed, he made a quick detour to the office (amazing what a smile and homework sheets could do really), and proceeded onward to the designated Korean course room. Why not just ask the author?

Students had begun to trickle out the door by the time he got there, but it still wasn’t too late; there were a few faces left in the room. Of course the probability of finding the author was lower now than it’d been approximately five minutes ago, but he’d already come this far. There was literally nothing to lose in this kind of situation; even if they all turned out to be nobodies, he could still obtain the information to find the somebody. And so, as the professor made their exit, the cheshire strode in to settle in a desk beside one of the remaining students. “Hi. I’m looking for someone called Nishii. Nishii Yukito. I heard he’s in this class.” He wore neutral expression for the most part, though he could feel one side of his lips already beginning to form a smirk. “By chance, do you know him? I’m a really big fan of his work and would love to meet him.”

[nishii-ia]

Oh how he hated Korean lessons. Learning languages that were not his mother tongue was a rather large hamper to his excitement of learning subjects that could have possibly been of interest to him. Of course, there was always his choice in the selection of classes to apply his brainpower to, and yet he still found that even if he hated this class with his very core, he would still ultimately find himself signing up for it. The reason was as simple as anything that could be read off the number line in a kindergarden class. Nishii was Japanese-born, and therefore spoke only his native language. Korean, for the sole purpose of his attendance of this special school in Korea, was a secondary language his parents had hired tutors to instruct him on before his departure. After all, one that lives in a country not their own has to learn to communicate in the native language of that country, was that not the way it worked?

The basics of conversational skill had been grasped with a fair amount of flourishing ability, though his pronunciation on occasion still lacked a natural tone that made his foreigner status obvious to the native Korean when he opened his mouth to utter a word. Conversational Korean was no barrier to his pathway in the lands he now wandered, though he certainly had much to improve upon. A goal that any person thinking to achieve a level of linguistic fluency in a second language should hold to was the goal of becoming as advanced in the language as a native speaker. This way, somewhere down along the road, Nishii would no longer be an easily spotted foreigner merely by the accent of his mother tongue in opposition to the vowels of a language completely unlike the one he had been born to speak.

There it was, the reason the young medium knew that despise his dislike for the subject, he would inevitably have to take it. If not, his language fluency in Korean would flounder throughout the years he meant to spent in this country in this school. Best to deal with his rash sentiments and put his best efforts into the class. Exactly with that mentality, the young boy sighed as his eyes fell back onto the teacher at the front of the classroom, watching idly whilst his fingers found a distraction in twirling the mechanical pencil. Tapping would have been an option, but the noise that created would have only brought a constant noise to attention and push his presence to the forefront of the teacher’s observation. Although he was somewhat of a bookworm, Nishii was not fond of teacher attention of any sort. Quiet and reserved is what he preferred. No eyes upon him and no attention drawn to his figure for any reason. 

Soon, despite his best efforts to keep his mind from wandering off to other parts of thought, it did just that. Unimportant tidbits of natural pensiveness took rotation in his mind instead of the construction of the Korean grammar in a sentence that the instructor was busily harping on about by the chalkboard. A glance down at the cellphone in his lap told the young medium that there was less than half an hour left to this endless droning. In consistently impatient intervals of time, the young boy kept his glances to the cellphone in his lap discreet so as to not alert the teacher of his wandering mind or eagerness for the lesson to draw its conclusion. Only when the teacher walked out of the classroom, followed by a steady stream of students who were even more eager than Nishii to flee, was when he let out a sigh of exhaustion. Finally. He could perhaps find a nice lunch waiting for him in the cafeteria if he scooted quickly. Just as he had begun to stick his school supplies back into his leather bookbag, a presence beside him caused the young boy to glance over. “You’re not in this class.” Nishii remarked, eyes not recognizing the male as a classmate. “And I don’t know who you are, so don’t call my name like you know me.”    

[nishii-ia]

The Fool « « « Nishii + Kana

Things that happened on a daily occurrence at this place for higher learning had gone from immensely promising, to slightly intimidating, to constantly a provider of annoyances beyond his sole control, to a series of unfortunate events. Truly, this was all a hodgepodge of dire unpleasantries and situations that Nishii had never foreseen coming his way when he'd accepted his mother's proposal to take up his study here. What he'd imagined was being left alone at a school in which many talented and students of high intellect would be gathered for the common craving of greater knowledges. Unfortunately, the rose-tinted glass set aside proved that this was merely a place of rampaging rabbits older than himself, behaving in ways perhaps more suitable for inexperienced teenage girls and boys. 

Even he, a young boy of eighteen years old, was much more contained and mature than a great majority of time-wasters in attendance here. Truly a disappointing flaw in the system of the school's admission system. What more, Nishii was frequently becoming more of the hunted than the one simply sought out for answers. Bullying had never been an issue for the young boy, as he had never been allowed entrance to any public schools back home in the native lands of his Japan, and yet, it would appear that he was finally coming to experience the horrible deed now that he was alone in the world of students and public school. Though it had not yet caught him too badly, the essence of bullying was already beginning to make itself known and the young boy could not particularly say that it was a pleasant experience. 

At the very least, it was only occasional and mild at best. Nothing he couldn't handle. If anything, there were just a few times a week when he needed to take a leisurely walk around campus grounds so as to release all the pent up pressures and grievances that usually became a stockade within his tiny build. With a light step, the young boy made his way down the grassy paths until it was that he came across a fountain of running water. The healing fountain, he'd heard a lot of people call it. Why was this? Did the water possess the ability to heal? Ignoring the presence of a young girl who sat at the fountain's edge,  the medium walked closer so as to get a better look at the fountain and this 'magical' water. 

[the-evil-pizza]

[nishii-ia]

Reaching Deeper « « « Nishii + Junhyung

[serpent-of-eden]

Astonishment was echoed with a casual curious raise of his brow, the expression fleeting at most for he had no interest in getting into a discussion about his face of which he knew didn’t particularly hold the kindest of features no matter the contortion of them. It didn’t bother him, the scanning of eyes thickly over his frame like rays of soft sun gracing his face and form, but lacking the warmth he admittedly could go for around this moment of offsetting thought. He shamelessly took a few moments between questions to answer and he remembers being scolded for that in school which in turn would make him almost impervious to any negative comments towards his slow speech now as he inhales enough air to square out his shoulders and lighten his head moments before answering in the midst of a tender sigh.

" If only I was immortal—"  He says while raising the side of his mouth into a quaint smile because the thought of living forever and never having to worry about the vice of nicotine or any other addiction for that matter taking his life was the slightest bit appealing. " I’m actually pretty mortal, just as much as yourself, honestly. But I can understand your reasons for thinking that, I mean I don’t exactly look like a normal guy, do I?" Leaning forward only slightly to become more comfortable, he shrugged to himself as if to dismiss the very fact that he was an oddity. There wasn’t much to be done about that and having enhancements of strength and, from time to time, flexibility were useful during moments of defense. The frown adorning the other’s face, when noticed, caused his own lips to fall into a soft line before continuing his speech with a tone more timid than before, but still as audible and prolonged in delivery.

" So you can see my aura? That’s interesting, I’ve always wondered what mine would look like compared to other’s. It’s just, not to sound arrogant in any way, I’m assuming you’ve never met someone coming from my neck of the woods, so to speak." An idea struck him then, bringing a mirrored glow of curiosity to those glassy orbs of green before slowly but surely coming to a stand and nonchalantly offering a hand for the boy to grab, though, he was curious if the other would and if he didn’t, the were wouldn’t be offended. He was comfortable with the fact that this being respected his space, was weary of the things around him and most importantly didn’t trust people too easily.In a way, it resembled a little of himself when he was younger. " Let’s go play a little then and perhaps you’ll form that opinion for yourself, what do you say?"

[nishii-ia]

Usually, being as impatient as he truly was, the young Nishii almost never had the mind to allow any one being the few moments they may have needed in gathering their thoughts for proper expression verbally. So when he stretched his patience for the sake of accommodating the odd fellow who had come to his ‘rescue’, it was somewhat of a rather large deal. Perhaps it was merely because the young boy had not become annoyed with said strange male as of yet, or it could have been a genuine curiosity for the other that allowed him to keep his trap shut and his ears patiently open for the moment when the odd-faced individual decided to open his mouth and allow for well thought-out words to spill from the vocal chords. 

“So you are just like me, aren’t you?” Somehow, that simple bit of knowledge made the young medium just a bit more willing to group himself with this stranger for the sake of simple conversation. It could have been just the slightest twinge of necessity of companionship that provoked the young boy, but regardless to the true reason, Nishii felt himself loosen up just slightly around the shoulders. This male, he did not carry the air of false pretenses and that was something the youth favored. “You do look like you had some surgery done to your face a few times, but it’s nothing really alarming.” Perhaps that was a rather uncouth way to describe what the young boy saw as differences in the male’s facial characteristics, but it was that blunt nature of his speaking for him. “I think people who judge on just appearance alone are dumb. I mean, I say everyone looks dimwitted because they do, but that’s different.” That piece of wording was the child in Nishii rearing for a say in the conversation. Drat. 

Nishii gave a small shrug of his narrow shoulders in reply to the quip of not seeing many people from ‘his side of the woods’. “I never saw anyone from any side of the woods. I only saw my family. That’s why being here was overwhelming at first.” A piece of the puzzle that connected the young boy’s past had been offered to the snake-man, voluntarily. Maybe it would come to prove itself a decision poorly made in the near future, but for now, there was little time to ponder on those possibilities. Little time because now, there was a hand being held out to him in an inviting manner that, when paired with the actual oral invitation, left Nishii with widened eyes. “You... you mean that?” Nishii replied, almost too flabbergasted to know if this was sincere or just a hoax. “We can play? But... I don’t know how to play.” Oh how he wanted to jump up and give the sport a try, but he also wanted to not get his hopes up too high. Things weren’t always what they seemed.

[nishii-ia]

[●♥❤ I want you to have a good day today! If you were waiting for a reason to smile, this is it! ❤♥●] || There’s a superhero with a hearing aid called ‘Blue Ear’. He was created by Marvel Comics to encourage a little boy to wear his own! || XOXO Insolitus Academy!

{{ Blue Ear... interesting indeed. }}

[nishii-ia]

An Excerpt from the Diary of Nishii Yukito.

2013年 10月 22日

I think it's really useless. Today again, I tried to contact a spirit. Any spirit. Just whatever bodiless thing that could be floating around with the need to speak to a medium, but it didn't work. Again. I only got those same old indistinguishable whispers that won't actually talk to me, just let me know they are there. It's frustrating to know I have abilities, but can't use them at all to their fullest. 

Mom will be dissapointed again when she calls. Maybe this time I just won't answer. I don't even feel like going to class today. I think maybe I'll just go and treat myself to some ice cream in the city. Distractions are always welcome. 

Stupid half-developed abilities. 

-Nishii

[nishii-ia]

Hidden Talent « « « Nishii + Min Jun

[prince-beinion]

The little kid was certainly.. something. “Relax kid.” Min Jun mumbled. Part of him amused and the other insulted at the other’s reaction. “I didn’t know you were raised in a box, and you can’t expect me to expect that.” He, who had been raised within the freedom of his realm, bound by laws that he had taken upon himself to live by. It was not something he could compare, yet in the end was that not what we always ended up doing? Comparing? He wondered if he could show the child what fun was. Hell he probably even was.. “Hey, you are a virgin too?” He asked out of the blue, not ashamed by the question at all.

"I could help you with lessons, or you know, at least for the instruments I can play, and I believe we have a new music teacher. She seems nice enough, it is a moon spirit if I’m not mistaken, I bet she can help you." He tilted his head slightly. "You know, having fun, or even just a little enjoyment is something you have to take. It won’t slap you in the face." 

The night elf laughed, a little bell in his ear tingling. “Not all healers are nice, we used to have a healer. She was half elf and half human? And she was rough, just stabbing everyone with needles without remorse. I once got an infection and she just told me to bite down on cloth and cut out the infected area without a sedative. Harsh life man. Harsh life.” He nodded. “Those are nice ways to spend the time indeed, reading is always good and watching movies well.. My Jaejoong likes that a lot too.. You know what. You are going to put your music instrument back into your room.” Min Jun stood up and eyed Nishii. “And then we are going out, let me treat you on something to drink. There is a small cafe in the city where they play live music.” 

[nishii-ia]

It was plain to the young boy’s oak-colored hues that he had driven the elf through a loop of utter confusion. Surprise, at the very least. By the mumbled exhort of words that left his lips in regard to Nishii’s home situation growing up, the young medium could at least come to the conclusion that it had not been something the pointy-eared fellow had expected to hear at all. Then again, who ever would have considered such a thing? Being raised in such a state of isolation, it was simply abnormal. For humans, and apparently for elves as well. It was a very odd manner in which to be raised for fourteen or fifteen years. The question of virginity that left the night elf’s indistinguishable lips almost earned a look of disgust from the young medium. Sex was for old people. “I’m eighteen and not hormonal enough to want to do old people things just yet.” Nishii scoffed, wrinkling his nose just the slightest so as to accentuate his feelings on the matter. 

For a moment, the young psychic only watched the other in silence. He was contemplating this sudden offer of musical lessons in a serious manner that did not usually befit someone of his youthful age. “You would teach me?” Nishii questioned, voice betraying him just the slightest with a tone that suggested a bare thread of excitement. “What instruments do you know how to play? Not just the harp?” If this pointy-eared elf could perhaps guide him in some other instrument, he would have a new thing to look forward to in his free time. 

Healers were really that brutal if they had to be? It was a curious thought, as Nishii had always been told by his family that healers were always meek characters with the traits of a humble and gentle hand in helping those who needed it most. Of course, he had believed them wholeheartedly seeing as he had no prior experience outside the shrine walls, but perhaps they had been wrong. That all healers had to be kindred souls with a soothing demeanor had sounded awfully unrealistic to the young medium, but he had never brought such thoughts to light for the knowledge that he would be hushed. Before a comment about this could leave his lips, however, the young boy blinked at the elf as he carried on in his chatter. His Jaejoong? Who was that? Any questions he had about this person were pushed out of his mind by the abrupt turn of conversation. “Huh?” Nishii blinked, his grip tightening on his shamisen out of pure discomfort with being invited to go anywhere with anyone as he had never been in this situation before. “Why do you want to do that? I’m a brat.” Nishii said, his demeanor changing entirely to the child he truly was on the inside. He was eager, but also very unsure. 

[nishii-ia]

An Excerpt from the Diary of Nishii Yukito.

2013年 10月 14日

I honestly don't know why I'm still trying. No matter how much effort I put out there to better my abilities, it never seems to have any effect. I'm just as powerless as I was when I arrived at this place, and it has been several months already. Mom calls every couple of weeks to check on me. I know it's not me she's worried about. It's my abilities. All she cares about is if I've had any progress in developing them to a finer point. It's kind of sad, but it's the truth and I can't deny it. I also can never lie to mom and tell her that I improved any because I really haven't. When I tell her this, she'll only heave a sigh over the phone and tell me that I must work harder if I want to be the future of the shrine and the family. 

I originally wanted that; to be the future of the shrine and the family's pride in generational mediums, but now I'm not so sure. There is just too much pressure riding on my shoulders and I don't think I can rise above my inability. At least, it doesn't seem like I can. I have been in training for most of my life, and I can only hear whispers from the other side of the white noise. Indistinguishable whispers at that. It's like all those spirits and beings that are speaking are trying to taunt me. They let me know they are there, but won't let me hear any more than a faint trail of their voices.

It's frustrating. I know I have the power hiding somewhere in me, but it won't come out fully. No matter how much I meditate and train, nothing ever improves. What if I never improve? If I never channel the spirits that I'm expected to, what then? Will I have to just return home and tell the family that? Surely dad and brother will be delighted since it'll mean I can't be head of the family. Mom will be devastated though. And sister will just feel bad that the gift was wasted on someone who couldn't channel into it properly. She won't hate me though, at least I don't think she will. And if I can't be the head of the family, what point will I have at the shrine? Maybe I'll leave and live a normal life in Tokyo. That would be kind of nice, I suppose.

Well, I'm expecting another call from mom soon about the nearing Ancestral Ceremonies back at home in the shrine. I should leave this here for today.

-Nishii.  

[nishii-ia]

{{ I still have "The Demon" role open and in need of filling for Nishii's development. }}

[nishii-ia]

Hellow ~ I'm Morikawa Aoi, nice to meet you ? *smiles and waves, tilting her head*

Who was this? Nishii stiffened where he'd taken a seat in a park bench in the populated city and stared up at the lady who had approached him. She looked friendly enough, but Nishii was always wary of people he didn't know. "Do you always go up to strangers and introduce yourself?" 

[nishii-ia]

Hidden Talent « « « Nishii + Min Jun

[prince-beinion]

"You have never been to a party? Oh boy, you need some 101 social lessons soon. You can not go through life without having a little fun. Do you know what that is? Fun?” Min Jun asked, not even joking completely. This kid was missing so much of his life, and for what? He had no idea, narrowing his eyes in even more curiosity he decided to find out what made this human kid such a bore.

"Japanese temples? What Gods do you worship?" He asked, his own religion being limited to his realm and a few outposts in other realms. But not widespread. "The violin is a beautiful instrument indeed, you could try to learn it now, here?" He suggested. "After all, you live now at the academy, what you do here is your choice and your responsibility. If you want to learn to play the violin, you should do it. I thin we have some in the music classes on the fourth floor." Min Jun really hoped the other would take his advice, not taking up an instrument while you desired to, was such a shame. A sin almost, for the creative process should never be denied to take place.

"A psychic and a medium?" Min Jun raised his eyebrows, slightly more uncomfortable at the new information. "I really would have thought you were a healer, you have a certain.. " he shrugged, not finishing the sentence because there  weren’t really any words for what he needed to express. "Do you do anything else than playing an instrument you don’t like and not go to parties?" 

[nishii-ia]

Nishii was not very appreciative of a lot of things within the boundaries of this world, and this was one of those things. This elf was nothing more than the big mouth that had no idea to whom he was rattling off his sarcastic words at and it almost made the young boy bristle with the urge to spit at his face. "No, I don't know, you know why?" Nishii glared down the elf with not even the slightest hint of reluctance in his youthful features. "I have lived within the four walls of my own room for years until now. I was raised in a box, literally. So no, I don't know what fun is."

Still bristling with his contempt for the elf and his snarky remarks about "fun", the young medium shrugged nonchalantly and unconsciously hugged his instrument out of a need for some outward feeling of comfort. Talking of home did bring him some pangs of homesickness for his native land. It was, after all, the very first time that the youth had been allowed to roam free in a land not his own. "We have many gods. Earth God, Sun Goddess, Water Gods, Gods of Marriage, Gods of Death." The young boy sighed and slowly regained his neutral expression. "There are gods for almost anything and everything in the Shinto religion, and not all of them are very nice." Nishii cast his gaze downward at the encouragement to practice what interested him musically. "I'd need a teacher to give me the basis, first. I would hate to teach myself and then find out later I was doing something wrong."

"Healers are kind people, aren't they? I don't think I'm all that kind." Nishii replied simply, not at all worried what the elf thought of what odd abilities DNA had encoded his genes with or the gods had "blessed" him with as his mom would say. "I have a bad temper and even I know that. From what I've heard of healers, they all are really soft hearted." Nishii bit his lip at the question posed, thinking deeply. Did he do anything besides those two things? "Now that I can, watching movies is something I like. And reading. I like to read."