#duplicitixus

[kon0has]

primadonnas

He hadn’t exactly taken notice of his fashion before. Or at least... not in relation to everyone else. But after quite a large number of stares (from almost everyone he’s passed in the street to be exact), Konoha had finally tugged a bit at his shirt, and realized that no one else he’s seen dresses remotely similar to him. So he does what’s natural in the light of his revelation: he drops all his plans for the day to duck into the nearest clothing store. It’s a good thing he’d happened to be in a shopping area, isn’t it?

Mimosa, what a nice name for a store. And this shirt looks nice. And this one too. And that one. And these pants are cool. That tie matches that shirt and that suit and--

Soon enough Konoha has amassed quite the mountain of clothes in his arms. So much that he can’t see a foot in front of him so as he wanders carelessly throughout the boutique it’s only a matter of time before he walks smack dab into something(one) and stumbles backwards with a small, “Waa!”

He doesn’t lose his footing, but... his purchases-to-be end up all over the floor.

“I’m... very sorry.” Looking... well, down at the person he’d collided with, Konoha finds himself staring. He can’t quite place his name but... isn’t this one of the... the Mekameka Dan members? He spends a good ten seconds blinking at the blond’s face before deciding that yes, he at least recognizes him.

“Um, hello... Kanyo.” He’s pretty sure that’s the boy’s name.

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[blackdxspair]

{Red Eyes, Black Heart}

          ;; Little did he expect company on this fine, cloudless evening -- stars shining brightly above and the buzz of the evening could be heard from some far off corner of the world, but ‘Black’ was seated on top of the clock tower, the wind ruffling up his hair. Beneath him humans walked past like small ants, and yet there he was completely unaffiliated with them as an observer. That was right, for the time being he would be nothing more and nothing less.

          ;; Knowledge. That was what he needed. What would appeal to these humans? A promise of love? A romantic idea of some pink-coloured happy everyday? Sure, he would let them have that: after all it was much more intriguing to take something away that had already been gained.

          ;; The persona he had aspired to create was taking form nicely; the aloof, clumsy and timid self he would think himself quite good at maintaining. What lengths weren’t he going to. Some would argue that his little game was not worth the while, but the rush from success after months of planning was almost addictive.

          ;; Sensing a presence down below at the window where ordinary humans had their limits of entry, ‘Black’ shifted his attention. No, the King of Despair was a more appropriate term -- The innocent kid had gone to bed and this was the time for the adults.

          ;; 「My my, it seems I have visitors. Come closer if you want to, but watch out where you step. The fall from here is a very long one.」