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[saiseishita-blog]

☆Halcyon☆

 ”Hmm…” Linda hummed out loud to herself as she scanned the aisles of products. Different combinations ran through her mind. As she was going to reach for her first she came back to her senses. A quick glance to her wallet reminded her she couldn’t be buying things that didn’t fall under the category of necessary. A sigh escaped her lips as she moved on to the drugstore make up products. 

Thumbing through the swatches, she noticed someone out of the corner of her eye. A glimmer of mischief shone through her smile. The way the dark haired boy sauntered over to the checkout made her crack a grin. Concentrating on how’d she would approach him, she’d nearly forgotten about the basket full of instant noodles and cheap make up.

"Got it! I’m a genius."

The girl quickly ducked behind the nearest display and dialed his number. She peeked over the display slightly so she could watch his reaction and waited for him to pick up.

  ”You know, I always did like the way you looked in green.” Linda snickered from behind the display, making sure to keep out of sight. “You know, your butt looks extra plump from this angle! Have you been working it out, Mikado?”

[ryuugasempai-blog]

A quick run like this? should be no problem at all, to Kado it's a hassle. 

The whole dreary weathered in state of the city helps him from poking his nose out of his cramped living situation, but even a shut-in every so often gets a taste of desperation in the form of cabinfever. That, and he was running short on. ...well everything. 

There was always that. He'd had his windbreaker's hood up til the point he came through the pair of automatic doors. Hadn't even deliberately swiped it off his head, but it had just fallen that way while he shopped. 

Needless to say, his loot was stereotypically guy-ish and with one peer into his basket it would reveal all he'd been up to that break. Really open casket, which was just what he was. Still groggy and a bit grumpy from his unchecked periods of slumber. What'd he done into the new year? Sleep. Recharge and store up on just, recesses of sleep. 

Of course he'd done more than that, but he wouldn't be caught dead like this. Not the student pres, hence he'd shucked the uniform for once and come out in something you might think he'd jog in, however. ...

He had every intention to go straight back inside, thanks for asking, he didn't want to see anyone from school until the double doors opened up for the mass student body. No siree. 

He was standing in line like the rest. Nothing criminal, but so close to checking out. When a customized and seriously particular (even for him) ringtone blared from his backpocket all the color remaining drained from his face. He jams one hand into it but mixes it up with his keys, making collecting his device *that* much more difficult. Up goes the basket up on the counter, unloading the contents now in plain view for the cashier to have easy access to, because scanning can be a bitch. He's been there.

But most importantly, 

 He's got to put a stop to this abomination that grows only more shrill once he fishes it out with his bulky collection of keys, ones that go to certain sections of the school aka a bunch of ones he doesn't need right now. 'What -What?' He doesn't bother to check the contact, he doesn't even know how the ringtone that's set got there. 

'Uh?' He whips around, screwing his brows together. Honestly, he'd just heard something and not from his earpiece. He'd have to deal with that later, keep in mind. He was in line, and it was always a race to pay and not overstay your stay. 

 Which was a *bit* late for that, all considering he'd misfired like three to four faux-pas just standing in line. When that call came through, he wedges it between his cheek and chin, pressing it against his shoulder so he won't lose it. He provides exact change, which is good, but the looks he receives from the cashier really tops off this small catastrophe he'd caused just by coming out. 

All bags now dangling from one arm he snatches his receipt, - he didn't mean to, hoping the cashier just registered his sorry look just now. If not, too bad. But he didn't mean it. 'Where *are* you.' He doesn't make for the exit, however, zoning back in on the general direction he'd heard the little pipsqueak but he takes the long way around. 

Just so, that he BUMPS her in the back and sends her a few steps forward. 'WHAT'S your DEAL!' He makes a grab for her wrist before she can go any farther, yelling straight into the mouthpiece so she'll secondthink messing with him next time.

 Uses it to yank and spin her one more round closer to him, eyes scanning her over in scrutiny. 

 '- Huh. So you've pretty much hit rock bottom, kinda no different than me.'

[letdown-city]

     Who knows if he kept the phone he gave him.

          He tries it anyway, and

               It goes straight to voicemail.

“You should really leave your phone on! You know, lots of bad things happen to people who leave their phones off. What if I was dying and wanted to talk to you before I kicked the bucket?

“Or what if you were my emergency contact, huh? That’d cause all sorts of problems.

“I’m not your teacher, though — you don’t need a lecture, not when you’re so *cool* and *strong!*

“But, honest. As much as we like springing things on you - and I do, and I know you like it too - if you answered your phone sometimes, we could plan things. Make dates. Do things like that.

“Aren’t kids your age supposed to be addicted to their phones, anyway?

‘I’m not old. But you know what I mean.

“Call us back sometime. And here’s your warning: I’ll be at your school tomorrow.

“Also: there may or may not be a gang. Still working the kinks out on that.

     ”So, you had your chance!

          “I’ll see you later.”

 Click.

[ryuugasempai-blog]

 He wouldn’t complain, but wow, this again! He makes a point of waiting for the third ring before he force forwards it TO voice mail, which would have stood fine actually if he’d just let it be. 

But he really didn’t care what the man had to say! Not right now, anyway. 

   He might later. He might regret this later. this was a given, a fact proven time and time again on snubs that started out small and they never grew to their fullest extent but he didn’t have to SEE it you see, for it to drive the point home. 

'Don't call again.' He’d like to say, and a number of other things that should carry weight because when he says them aloud, he means them. 

But he thinks he knows better not to. 

 'Tch.' He speed dials the questionable contact with one press, craninghis head this way and that until it gave way to some relief and cracked.  The phone’s still ringing, so he can shelve his reluctance to be outed another day. Something like that? ‘Barely know how to work this thing, what did you do to my phone. I don’t recall,’ He tapers off, thinking it over. Thinking about it. Programming you in there, to be precise.

'You saying that you were due to drop in for a visit. What's the occasion? It can't be approved, if I don't know. 

…Take it that you’ve been busy.’ He grinds out with some hesitance, as if replaying the memo in his head, the increasing migraine zoning in and concentrating just between his eyes, where he takes to furiously rubbing at it. Hoping to snuff it out, maybe before it takes the reigns on the rest of that day. 

 I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Click. 

[linda-lindaa]

 "All of my life I’ve depended on other’s reactions and opinions, but up until now I never cared so much about anyone’s—

You’re driving me crazy. I just don’t know what to do next." She reaches into her pocket and holds out a little black flip phone. With a few ragged breaths, she steadies herself. “I want you to have this."

"I told myself that if I really want to go back to how everything was, I’d turn it on and let everyone who was in the scarves know. I’m not saying I’ll never do it, but I won’t make that choice when I’m emotionally unstable. If I come to you and let you know, make sure that it’s something I really want to do."

 "I really trust you Mikado, and this is my way of showing you. I really don’t know of anything that I can do for you, but name it and i’ll be there. I’m thinking of making my stay permanent." She reaches out to hug him tightly. A brief embrace, but she doesn’t know what exactly he’ll tolerate. 

"And Thank you. That really means a lot to me to hear something like that. It’s funny, I think I’ve waited my whole life to hear something along those lines and it comes from you. I kinda got jipped, huh? You’re not wearing shiny armor or riding a white horse like I imagined it." She laughs, stopping as it gradually turned into tears.

 "I just really missed you."

[ryuugasempai-blog]

 'That's a, weighty decision for you to be carrying around on your person. Don't try and tell me that you carry it around in your back pocket all the time?' He folds his palm around the device and clutches at the hand that abandoned it there with both, giving one last firm squeeze before he pockets it. 

'I'm sure you'll know, when that time's right. And sure, as for keeping you in check. I think I can do that, if you're resolved on something like that.' 

Glancing over herself, he knits his eyebrows with a hint of a smile working at the corners of his mouth. 'I mean it, you'll figure it out. At this point, what would probably serve you best --is to block out what other chatter it is you're worried about. There's really no reason for you to get hung up on this. 

Then figure out getting settled, and how long you'll stay, and all that.'

   '-- Plus, you don't have to do anything for m -, uff.'

 His arms tighten around the shorter blond, heaving a small sigh as he keeps her contained there for as long as she initiated it. He makes a note of it to try and not squeeze her too much in return, because he does get carried away sometimes if he's not careful. And anyone that's suffered as victim to one-on-one contact like this, well. Strong arms aren't built for everyone. ' ...Maybe you did,'  he clears his throat and delivers his only consolation he really knows how, with a couple of firm pats to her back. 'Yeah, I'm pretty sure you did. But knowing you, you're definitely going to get a second take.

Or a third, or until you get it just right, and then it's going to be. -- Perfect for you, who else but Linda Kida's going to get their way. 

Don't get too bummed out just yet, now -- - hey,' He takes a hold of both her shoulders, but glances around first. - Frames either side of her face with his palms and steers her down the stairs to where the rail has a gap. He shuffles them down the stairs while watching her footwork for her, wrapping one arm around her head and then another to conceal her face just in case.

'Yeah, you're okay.' He speaks against her head, chin resting on his own shoulder. 'And I think I'd be lying if I didn't say I did, too.

So there, we're both even.'

[linda-lindaa]

 "I really don’t understand you at all. How can you make it so that something so horrible sounds like an accomplishment? You’re making me feel conflicted." She moves her hand away to catch his for a moment and squeezes it. Her hand lets his goes then falls to her side. “It’s just that I don’t really know how I am anymore. That really used to define me and I’m kind of lost."

 "If I’m not this super friendly girl with a double life, then, i’m nobody. What was all that growth for if it took me back to my starting point?" She balls her hands up into fist and clenches her teeth. “It’s so frustrating."

 "In all honesty, it just makes me want to start over again, but I don’t think I could do that after all the damage I left. I just really don’t think I could face you if I did. It’s already difficult now."

[ryuugasempai-blog]

'Look, see. -- I can get that, and you worked up to that, and you had it going real strong. But this leave of yours, slip off the face of the earth, whatever you want to call it. It all had to amount to something, right? You're really racking it up with points on how to impress me, if you're going to pull remarks like that like they're nothing. And I don't mean putting yourself down. 

I mean, you're Linda. 

You've got that going for you. And what the -,' He makes a grab for her falling hand and snatches it up again. '- Yeah, no, I don't.' He stops himself, wrenching himself across the railing and this time, takes her by her other side and spins her kind of harshly towards him. 'Get you, that's what. And that, I think goes for everyone. Just about. There are going to be people that never like you for what you were, become even. 

But that's why they liked you on the first place. Even you make it on my alright list. If that means anything at this point.

You could start over, here, somewhere else, what the heck ever. Just don't let other people become a stopper for you, okay. I've always thought you could pull through, and you already kind of have.

 -- Yeah, and I'm cool with this you too. However you want to start off, I think you can do it.   What's there to face? Seriously.'

'If you want it to go back to the way you liked it, I don't see why not.' His arm keeps her wrist held steady, 'Now you came back. For however long.I think that's your call, but

   I sure am glad to see you, and even if some people don't, I know there are people that will.  -- As for the people who don't, they're going to just have to go through me along with some of those other people, waiting on you.' 

[linda-lindaa]

 "So you’re not angry with me? I would be lying if I didn’t say I deserve it. I’ve got no beef with any right now. I just got homesick." She cups her hands and plays with them a bit on the nervous side.

 "I needed some time alone. It wasn’t the best decision, but I’ll own up to being a coward. To be honest i’m a bit afraid of the impression I left on everyone. I wouldn’t put it past them to try and get rid of me." She takes a deep breath, putting her hands on her hips.

"Like I said, I couldn’t keep away very long. I guess I just can’t start over like I wanted to. What have you been up to? I hope someone’s been keeping you in check at least. Who knows what kind of tyrant you’d become." She giggles to mask the concern in her voice.

 "I really miss being so carefree, not caring about any of the consequences. I guess that just means I’ve grown up some. If it’s such a good thing, why do I feel so shitty?"

[ryuugasempai-blog]

' Please.' One of his hands he wrenches out from staying sheathed to settle on the rail and tap against it, an antsy kind of gesture for him -- but definitely better than his first idea. 

 It wasn't much of an idea, come to think of it. But he's grateful he didn't act on it, eyes darting from Linda's hands back to some nonfocused void. He couldn't pretend to be too attentive, that'd be --- Well, bad. 

 'I don't know, to be dynamic enough to render the hearts of a whole team and ignite them with whatever you did, and happen to stay the soft spot of the infamous (and kind of dangerous, thanks to you) family you built. - - Pretty big, if you're asking me.' His gaze returns to her, eyeing her thoughtfully. 'I think I can take care of myself. Not to worry.' 

 ' Now that is, ...One thing I do miss,' He mumbles the last bit, more or less. ' Also,' The hand settled earlier on the rail dividing them lifts and lands on her wrist, stabilizing there and taps over her knuckles instead. ' I think that's just part of the process. I'd like to see you how you were, wouldn't give that a second thought. 

But you've come a long way, right.' 

[linda-lindaa]

 I’m not really sure what exactly I was expecting.

 I hope this surprise is as pleasant for you as it is for me? You don’t hold grudges, do you?

[ryuugasempai-blog]

 'I'm, pretty sure that's not an issue I harbor, though that may be the sure issue here. Am I swimming dangerous waters, thought you'd be kind enough to warn me if so.' 

Takes a few steps towards her. Well, a couple. 

 'But if that alone were enough to send me running, you have one thing coming. Far worse than coping with the likes of a grudge.' Shoving hands in both pockets, halts just a bit short of her to turn up his head from his lower step or so down.  

'Yeah, but where have you been? I know you like the sun too much to stay out of it, this summer has been lacking.

Can't imagine what brought you to miss out like that.' He shirks back, a tad so he can get a good look at her from where he is. 

[linda-lindaa]

[ryuugasempai-blog]

 ---- 

 No, some of us are still around. 

[rendermebreathless]

Untitled by Michio Endo on Flickr.

[dreams-of-japan]

untitled by 憂山蛇夜 on Flickr.

[ryuugasempai-blog]

[ryuugasempai-blog]

 Tugs at his arm and drags him along. 'What kept you?  

Not too busy for me, right?' 

[ryuugasempai-blog]

 --- - Not. The civil servant packed with manners he'd met on the metro and picked a fight with a while back, definitely not. A significantly different air. 

He'd have to have been dropped a thousand times over to err that friendly. er. ...fiend, as nicely put if he could get away with saying that. Though. Not nearly as obnoxious as the other flying nuisance on his high horse, because usually without fail there was some form of violence to follow. A magnet to it, perhaps. Or a lover, he was never sure... What did he care.

 Back to his predicament. Something went off in his brain that helped aid to the churning feeling in his gut. He had to get out of this man's radius,  now. Did he know that much about him? Not a chance, but he'd be a sucker to say he didn't feel it in his gut that he absolutely didn't want to. 

Backing out would be the finest option, in this instance. Yes, very. 

...Good. -- He retreats one step, then another into the crowd waiting on the light. Kado didn't stick out, he never did. Easy as pie. - Right? 

[ryuugasempai-blog]

cardinal-cavalier has noticed you

 "- you finding your way around here alright, little miss?

Is. ...someone meeting up with you, or. or. - - Do you have a parent coming to collect you soon? Big city, shouldn't be um. - - - wandering around alone.

I'm sure we can find someone to help you out, if you are. - Lost, I mean. "

[linda-lindaa]

“Don’t push so hard. I’m a delicate flower!” She nearly loses her balances, but quickly regains it. “Frogs can change over night if they’re meant to be princes.” She furrows her brow at his statement. “Why would I do that?” She goes after him, reaching for the back of his jacket. “You trying to pull something?”

[ryuugasempai-blog]

 'Please, you're the one pushing it. There's nothing delicate to you.' He lets out a soft huff, turning around on the steps. He makes a snatch for her hand, 'Of course not, don't be stupid. 

I'm not that creative, and you're, well.

Unexpected company.' He drags her up the steps, 'Hurry along, now.' Stopping at the top of the floor he fishes for his keys. Turning it in the lock, he glances back over his shoulder. 'How do guys do this. Ladies first?'

[linda-lindaa]

“Sorry I can’t hear you over my beautifully huge ego. Isn’t this the part where you stop looking like a frog and more like a prince and carry me in?” She walks in, placing a hand to her head and swooning.

[ryuugasempai-blog]

 '- Pf, I see you're still geared up for your prey back there. 

Mark my words, frogs don't just go around changing overnight. But wow, what a line.' He chuckles and places a palm to her back and pushes her in, just out of the way for an exiting occupant. He doesn't wait for her lead though, starting up the stairs without her. 

'If you want, you can take that elevator over there. I'll meet you.'

[linda-lindaa]

“What happened? You’re acting strange. Are you finally becoming intimidated by my beauty, hm?” She moves to his side, snickering lightly. “Of course I will, but i’m the one imposing on you for once. Feels kinda weird.”

[ryuugasempai-blog]

 'Ha! Imposing? No. Don't flatter yourself, but sure. Right on the head.' Upon stopping at the apartment complex, he swipes his card for entry and glances back at her. 'All limbs intact? Get in here.'

[linda-lindaa]

“No it’s alright. It’s a lost cause” Knocks on his head a few times with a laugh. “You busy? Invite me in for tea.”

[ryuugasempai-blog]

 He bats away at her hand, 'Y'know,' snatching her up by the wrist and ever so gradually lets it down at her side, lets it go. His shoulders heave and he turns towards the direction of his apartment complex. 

'No, not particularly. You tell me if your plans need to change, for whatever reason.'