#aijima-cecil

[geminisyndromic]

Where's The Sun?

"Why would I ever pay attention to Cecil's co-" Tokiya's very annoyed tone of voice was stopped before he could say another word, by a stronger voice that came from a taller man. 

"I have never liked you." Satsuki started, holding the collar of Tokiya's expensive -and very boring- shirt. He had been in his stupidly tidy and gray room for two minutes, and it was already long enough. He needed something, now. "And I'm sure your little fangirls only stand you because of your duck face." The blonde continued, losing control of what he was saying again, his words beginning to have an air of desperation. "If I ruin it for you..." 

"That won't be necessary" said the blue-haired male, voice now strained and eyed obviously fearful of the other. "But I have no information to give you at this point. So please refrain from including me in your search. I just want some peace and silence." 

Satsuki stomped his way out of the concrete-hearted idol's shared room, not even closing the door after him. Where could he be? That's all the man thought, pinching the bridge of his nose while he walked to the gardens again, eyes still open hoping to catch sight of chocolate brown hair and jewel-like green eyed. He had asked everyone that knew Cecil in the building, including the sempais. But after picking a fight with the ice-cold villain who was supposed to care for his lover for not doing so, and that other balloon-headed maracas idiot breaking them up while the can-opener stared and broom-hair screamed 'Fight!' ...he had no one else to squeeze information out of. The composer felt like a child searching for a red-and-white sweater in a sea of drawn red-and-white people. He was literally at a loss.

He sighed, head moving side to side only seeing green and white, baby blue turning navy slowly in the sky, a total opposite of the burning sensation that tensed his muscles and made him feel brittle, empty. "Where's Cecil?"

[geminisyndromic]

Empyrean Mayhem;

Who would know that just inside the golden, glimmering, walls decked with gods and angels, un-worldly, un-human beings of light and perfection was so much hatred for mortality, for human life itself. Clean, shining, gigantic walls that rose up to the heavens and only comparable to the holy entities sculpted on their marble and rock. But they were no gods, and they could not even cry to them today. They, only skin and bones, breakable and still or already bleeding, drenching and painting the arena floor, feeding the lions’ thirst, dirtying the white. How dare they die? Their lives valued at only a couple of coins, loose change for some of the voices laughing and calling names, urging the challengers to save themselves, or the animals to attack. This was the un-life of the un-lucky slave; a perishable puppet, transient form of entertainment, replaceable.

The word lingers in his head, even when his companion, the poor man in the same position as him, his challenger walks out of the opposite side of the colosseum. A small, thin figure that at first looks like a child to, but as the sun hits his face and his features show, the coffee bean brown of his hair, the jewel-like blue-green of his eyes hidden by such anxiety that they seemed more like the aquamarine waves of deep seas under a storm; it still knocked out the air out of the blonde. He stood no chance.

[geminisyndromic]

*Puts a shota!Cecil in your lap*

☹ Ce- Cecil? No, Satsuki could not mention that name. Not now. Was this some kind of joke? A terrible coincidence? Or ...has Cecil been playing around with his magic book of weird spells again?! The composer remembered the last time the brunette tried a charm of some kind and they were converted into female versions of themselves. Not good.

Satsuki swallow hard, also trying his best to not disturb the probably hungry, evil, -And kind of ...cute?- little monster in his lap. Hands away from the child, the blonde could almost feel the horror creeping into his veins. "Shoo" he urged the mini Cecil, not knowing how to deal with feelings to both hold him like a baby and leave it unattended. 

[earlsenpai]

[finished my layout so now I match with aijima-cecil

x3]

[earlsenpai]

"Aijima you cannot sustain yourself in that tree forever. Must you cause me such a hindrance? Come down at once."

[geminisyndromic]

Color Me Puzzled;

☹ A broken heart. Or fifty ...err, actually they were exactly four hundred of those, or at least that's what he knew. Most of them still hanging from the wall, the ceiling and even the door knob. Others just spread out in the floor, broken in half or just stomped. And those little red and pink hearts hurting were caused by the same guy; Satsuki. The blonde stood, still a bit dizzy from changing, in the middle of the room holding his head like it was too heavy, the glasses on his bed. What had Natsuki said before, again? Something about a small reunion, just Shou and- Satsuki stopped, eyes jumping back to the table his other persona had decorated just for the 'festivities'. Games, baked goods and the same -He couldn't say it out loud- Valentine's Day-related things stood, waiting and basically, making his life a living hell. A pretty, pink living hell. Really, that's all he could do by now. Wait for the second visitor only, knowing that Shou would be on his way running as far as he could by now, but the other person would be kind and ...well, stupid enough to come to the alter ego's den. 

[geminisyndromic]

But baby, it's cold outside!

The door opened, illuminating part of the room, only a line before Cecil, with an audible clack turned on the lights and stepped inside. Following, the blonde all dressed in black was, his leaf-green eyes studying and remembering what he had seen before in his first time in that room. It was not regret that suddenly came over his body, but the images on what had happened -Though, nothing too good, hehe- made him overthink it, and maybe re-visit the possibility of him going to his room. He walked in a circle before realizing he had nothing to do but undress, and nothing to cover himself with if he did so. He should have thought this through. "Do you... have extra clothes?" The alter ego asked, unbuttoning the annoying emerald gems that served as snaps. Hopefully, Cecil would understand the situation and he wouldn't have to explain he had no desire to sleep in the nude. Or at least, sleep in the nude alone. 

[geminisyndromic]

Birthday Masks!

Well, it hasn't been a long amount of time standing like an idiot, close to where the people were already arriving. But, the fact that he was dressed like a halloween version of Elthon John and had a mask to match his ridiculous ...what was this? A costume? Anyway, it wasn't helping the wait.

'My outfit needs a lot longer to prepare' was what his date for the night -And Satsuki almost choked at that word. Date!- had told him hours before. But like already said, it was hours before! The blonde shook his head, adjusting the thin dark green mask that covered around his leaf-colored eyes. Didn't sound all that funny, unless you ignore the fact that the mask also had some kind of black frill around, and sewn-in beads that made a pattern. Very well, it matched his black suit, same pillowed-like pattern that even though it had minimal embellishments, still was the most 'elegant' thing the composer has ever put on himself. And he hated it. Every single dark green round button that closed the jacket in a vertical way, the careful black-on-black embroidery and most of all, the neckerchief adorned with a single centered ornament that suffocated him. 

Satsuki scratched his neck vulgarly, almost laughing at himself because he knew actions like this weren't entirely appropriate for his way of dressing, or for what was happening at the moment. Masquerade Competition? Really? And on Halloween night! It was obvious Saotome was the owner of the school, because the tall blonde was sure that no man in his sane state of mind would let that crazy bastard run a school.