#begyourhatred

[prideofred]

#Can I have a thread where Fushimi crashes Yata's birthday or something#Please#Anyone

-RAPID WINKING-

[prideofred]

begyourhatred replied to your post:Take It Off. Duration: Until July 12.

Fushimi knows that annoying sound of wheels rolling on concrete anywhere. It could be anything but he’s going to glance over anyway just to be sure. .. And sure enough it’s the beanie wearing idiot. He doesn’t seem to have noticed him. “Misaki.”

Yata doesn't notice anything different. In fact, he doesn't recognize Saru at all until he hears his name being called. He wants to chalk it up to someone calling for someone else but whether he likes it or not he recognizes that voice. With a frown, the skater drags his sneaker on the ground to stop his skateboard from moving forward, hazel eyes scanning the crowd of people for a particular individual.

He's sure he didn't imagine it. Once his eyes fall upon the subject he's been seeking, the vanguard's face twists in an ugly manner. "Ah? The hell d'ya want?" He's not sure why but his fingers are fidgeting with the knot of his sweater, trying to free it and once he does he lets it drop to the floor.

[frosted-solitude]

it's crowded. || fushimi x yukine

└{start} Yukine didn't expect for the ice cream parlor to be this crowded. Even though it was usually crowded, he didn't expect it to be this crowded. And all he wanted was a medium sized bowl of cheesecake flavored ice cream, with cookie dough and sprinkles. It took about 30 minutes to actually get the ice cream, and once he finally got out, he found that there were no more seats left.

Normally, Yukine would have left, but today he was in a lax kind of mood, and he just wanted to sit down. However, he soon realized he might have to get out of the parlor and eat on the way back to his apartment.

Just when he was about to exit the door, he spotted an empty seat next to a person who looked way too tired to care, just slowly scooping up small bits of his ice cream, eating it quite disinterestedly. Still, it was the only blank seat in the parlor, and Yukine just wanted to sit down and enjoy his ice cream, so he quickly walked towards that empty seat and asked he person if he could sit there.

"Um, excuse me, but do you mind if I sit next to you?" 

[ttsurai]

in the eye of the beholder — begyourhatred

-- There were two types of people Azusa felt contempt for: those who were too narrow-minded to hit him and those who butt into other people's business. As of the moment, he had been coming across the latter more often these days. The old lady who lived next door had been asking him about the scars and fresh new cuts whenever they would bump into each other in the building and while Azusa appreciated the woman's concern, her consistent questions have been getting under his skin. And it infuriated him even more when she asked if his brother-- 'the large one' -- had been abusing him. He was surprised that he didn't yell at her at that point. How could she assume such a thing just because of a person's build?

Then days after that, he had been informed by Kou about how the old lady told him that she had been thinking of calling the authorities if the 'abuse' continues. Even after the countless times his blond brother had told him about laying off his self-harm, Azusa still couldn't stop himself. It was an addiction. Pain was the only confirmation of his existence.

But when the young boy had heard the doorbell ring in the middle of the night (both of his brothers were out), he knew that the day the old woman called for the authorities had arrived. She must have freaked out earlier after seeing the fresh cuts around his neck. Sighing, Azusa got up from his bed; wide awake. 

Making sure to block out most of the apartment by opening the door just a fraction, Azusa looked up to the slim tall male who sported a pair of rectangular black frames and a rather intimidating purse of his lips. "How... may I help you...?" He asked in a fairly timid manner.

[girlphobic]

Ghost Hunt - Yata + Alibaba + Fushimi

Yata stared up with wide eyes at the entrance to the St. Orwell's Garden and bit his lip. He was now starting to regret giving Alibaba his number once he'd called him up to go exploring the place for ghosts. Yata wasn't even aware this place had a history like that since he never found a reason to wander around a stupid maze of flowers. He sighed.

Alibaba hadn't even shown up yet. In fact he was just told to meet up with him there and although Yata had refused, Alibaba had baited him in by joking that Yata was scared. "'m not scared.. Not scared..." He was just shaking because it was cold! Yeah, it was just the cold. "I'll show that bastard..." He rubbed at his shoulders and tapped his foot on the ground impatiently. If the blond didn't show up in the next five minutes he was leaving.