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//something's wrong with our internet nowadays. It only works from time to time for five minutes and i'm not sure how long it'll stay like this. Replies will be really really late so i apologize!
a hand to hold on to ā impulsivekisser
Yamatoās expression loosened at Azusaās apology. Why was he apologizing? There was no need for it. As long as he was safe and his life wasnāt in peril, then all was well. However, his silence afterwards caused Yamato to stiffen in discomfort. What was he thinking so hard about? Is he still wondering why Yamato tried to save him? It seemed as though a majority of his words went through one ear and out the other, give or take a few phrases.
He gazed at him absently, waiting for him to say something. In the mean time, Yamato wondered what Azusa was like. There was no doubt there was something.. peculiar about him, but he wanted to know more about his background, his family, his interests. Maybe if they hung out more, he wouldnāt be so isolated from everyone, and possibly make a friend or two. He was always on his own during the school day; it seemed as though he preferred solitude instead of being around other people. His expression was always neutral, aside from the occasional wincing of pain.
However, when Azusa finally spoke up, his words froze Yamato to the core, and in his head, he could hear sirens blaring at high volume.
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-- Disappointment slumped the young masochist's shoulders when Yamato had just reached for his hand instead of his shoulders. He had expected that in some way. Yamato didn't seem to be the type who would enjoy other people's pain though that didn't stop Azusa from hoping. Not many people enjoyed hurting him-- not even the ones who beat him up for they tend to get put-off whenever he would beg for them to hit him harder which would usually lead them to leave him be much to his frustration.
And the disturbed look that graced Yamato's features did nothing but remind Azusa of how his brothers would usually react whenever he would request them something similar. He knew that he wasn't considered normal to most people but he was certain that he was hardly mentally disturbed. Pain was just an obsession of his; something he always yearned for just to convince himself that he was alive. Getting hurt by other people was his only purpose in this world, as he believed.
He should just might as well enjoy it instead of despising it.
in the eye of the beholder ā begyourhatred
Ā Ā At the very vague response to Fushimiās earlier question, the male narrowed his eyes down at the boy. āItās either a āYesā or a āNo.āā He didnāt have time for these games, especially not at this late hour. All he wanted to do was entwine himself among his bed sheets and dream of more exciting things than having to question some skittish brat.
Ā Ā This answer that he was given wouldnāt suffice at all. With that he couldnāt return back to his office. What if the woman called him again? The scene was already unfolding in his mind as he relayed the exact message this boy did. He prematurely mourned the loss of his ear drums - in fact, they were already experiencing the familiar tingling of annoyance.
Ā Ā "Youāre⦠Youāre not going to shoot me, are you?"
Ā Ā Fushimi expelled a heavy sigh as he placed one hand on his waist and frowned. āNo, why would I-ā Doing something stupid like that would make him a criminal. The itching in his ears had subsided which was fortunate because otherwise heād have to question what it was the youth said next.Ā
Ā Ā Hit him? Cut him? Fushimi looked on at him in mild surprise. He was worried about being shot but not about being cut? āAa-aa-ahh.ā Another exasperated sigh as he craned his head to the side. 'I certainly want to cut you, right nowā¦' That aside, what the boy said just now was rather interesting.
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-- Azusa felt his breathing halt at the sight of the sinister smile that graced the officer's lips while the sound of his question caused the younger boy's eyes to widen in fear. He wasn't an idiot. The guy before him was evidently entertained by the new piece of information he had given him and will use it to his advantage. Probably abuse it just for the sheer entertainment of it. And when he had reached into his coat, something in Azusa snapped.
"D-Don't!" He cried out in desperation as he abruptly opened the door wider and lunged himself to the other male, pushing him down the floor. He wasn't going to let this guy initiate the traumatizing experience again. He didn't want it to happen again. Memories of bullets striking through his legs flashed in his mind; the depressing moment where the only slim thread of hope he had was taken away from his grasp. He refused to come across that experience again. If this guy was going to shoot him, he was going to beat him to it.
Desperately, Azusa dove and slipped his hand into the officer's coat in an immensely hasty manner with the intention of grabbing his gun but only to have his fingers grasp into nothing.
"...?"
Keyboard Pianoforte | Azusa & Kobato
At the uncertain response of the other customer, Kobato furrowed her brows in thought and considered her own reply. Truth be told, she was hardly in a permissible state to be offering any advice, especially at a place like the electronics store (granted, it was an electronic accessory store, and not actual electronics)
"Kobato isnāt sure what an, internet meme is," the words rolled off languidly as she repeated the syllable as it sounded, "But youāre right, it could be a cat! AĀ nyanĀ is what a cat makes instead of meow, so you might be right! Thatās a clever way to deduce!ā
The girl nodded his way in agreement, then blinked twice upon finally laying eyes on him. The boy was sporting a bandage over his face and cut strewn across the bridge of his nose. Kobato was no adroit person by nature, and cut and bruises were nothing new to her, but seeing it on someone else did look painful.
She gripped her own phone, beaten in comparison to the sleek, trendy phones that were displayed on the counters and paper advertisements. āKobato is also looking for a phone case, unfortunately, I donāt know where to start either. The shopkeeper next door said this store has all the old and new cases available, so we should be able to search for them going by the labels. Moreover, are you okay? Your wounds donāt look that fresh, do they hurt?ā
-- A pleased smile graced his lips upon hearing the girl's somewhat enthusiastic agreement to his assumption about the nyan cat. It was rare to have someone agree with him and look happy doing it. "Mhm. That's... a way to put it. I'm glad we're seeing eye to eye on this one..." Though it was odd for someone to ask such a random question; and to a stranger no less but Azusa knew that he wasn't one to judge considering he wasn't considered 'normal' by most people.
His smile nearly faltered though as soon as Kobato-- he had assumed that's her name considering she seemed to be speaking in third person-- admitted that she had no idea where to begin when it comes to looking for a specific phone case. He had hoped that he came across a person who was rather knowledgeable in gadgets but the girl just seemed to be just as lost as he was. Before he could respond, Kobato changed the topic and Azusa blinked in surprise.
People usually don't ask about the cuts and bruises on his skin, mostly because they didn't want to get involved. But the girl looked genuinely concerned which was also something Azusa had viewed as strange considering they just met. Why would she be worried over a stranger?
"Oh... yes, they hurt..." He confirmed with a timid nod. "...but I like it that way." Gaze flickering to the girl's phone then back to her eyes, he let his smile brighten up a bit to keep her from getting too worried. "Compared to your phone... at least I have seen better days." A poor attempt of a joke which was something he hardly did. But after saying it now, his smile faded to a frown that was laced with guilt. "O-Oh... That wasn't funny... I'm sorry... Your phone is pretty..."
Azusa/Yui
a hand to hold on to ā impulsivekisser
Yamatoās heart was pounding against his chest uncontrollably; for a split second, he was worried he might get a heart attack. But all of that seemed to evaporate into thin air in an instant as soon as he realized Azusa was in his arms. Finally at ease, Yamato dropped his arms from Azusaās waist, and shot him a glare that just screamed āwhat were you thinking?!ā but he couldnāt find the right words to say. Azusa was definitely a weird one, so he wanted to choose his words carefully without causing a misunderstanding. Out of habit, he brushed his hair back, relieved that Azusa was off of the railing. He knew Azusa had problems, but he didnāt expect it to come to this! "You idiot, what are you talking about? Any person with common sense wouldāve raced up here Iād they saw someone standing the way you were!" With a hand clutching his heart, he stared him down, his eyes full of intensity and concern. "I know we arenāt friends, but itās because you always seem so⦠spaced out! Whenever I tried to talk to you, your head would be up in the clouds." In fact, this kind of insulted him, somewhat. A majority of students at PravaSec wanted to be his friend, so Yamato wasnāt used to someone ignoring him.Ā The way Azusa behaved was unusual to him; in fact, he even assumed that Azusa hated him.
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-- Azusa's expression was unreadable at this point as he listened to his classmate's voice of concern. It felt awfully strange seeing someone show so much concern for him that it had pushed him to silence. His brothers were the only ones who showed such care so seeing someone looking so worried about him caused the young Mukami to just stare at him. He couldn't even remember the times when Yamato attempted to talk to him. How did he not notice that?
His brothers had told him before that his head was always up in the clouds but Azusa always disregarded that peculiar speculation. But hearing Yamato tell him this, he never realized until now just how introverted he was. He wasn't used to people approaching him with good intentions. The second someone tries to befriend him, he would instinctively shut them out of his attention. He had been emotionally abused enough by the kids back at his old school that he couldn't find it in himself to trust anyone anymore other than his family.
some journey song // open
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Aoi let go of her keys, dropping them into her purse and widening her eyes. Oh god, why would he do that. Why. She grasped the knife carefully, holding the handle in a way that was both fragile and solid. Slowly, she handed him back his knife. āI donāt want your pocket knife,ā Aoi told him.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThank you,ā Aoi said, the jacket slung over her shoulders already bringing her warmth. It was freezing tonight, biting at Aoiās neck and shoulders and legs. āFor the jacket. Itās warm.ā Wow, Aoi, way to sound dumb.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMy name?ā Even Aoi, overly friendly and cheerful, had to pause, trying to figure if that was a good idea. āItās Aoi. Aoi Asahina.ā The Olympic swimmer crossed her ankles, a nervous habit she had.Ā
-- "Aoi... Aoi Asahina..."
Grey hues fixated down on the knife that was returned to him, Azusa delicately wrapped his fingers around the handle before offering it to her again. "You are... Aoi Asahina... the Olympic swimmer, yes...?" He had heard of her from his classmates before. She became the talk of the school for a few days after she had won her most recent competition and while Azusa was hardly interested in such news, he was aware of how much this girl impressively excelled in her field of expertise.
He insisted the knife to her, a timid yet determined look evident on his features. "If you are... famous... then you have a bigger chance of getting mugged... Accept this as a present from me... It would make me very happy."
Keyboard Pianoforte | Open
The thing with getting a phone cover was, she didnāt know where,Ā at all, to begin.
It had been months into her return to Prava, and there had been a growing number of jobs she had hopped inbetween as well as people whoād like to locate her. Whether it was a phantom basketball teammate, or even a haughty redhead hobo, her lack of cellular device had meant it she was difficult to get ahold of.
The second-hand phone (perhaps third-hand, judging by its state) was equipped with the most basic of functions: to call, to text, and to send low resolution photos (sometimes, on its better days) Its durability was evident in the scratches and wear covering practically every two centimeter of the old, warrior phone. It had doubtlessly seen better days, and couldāve been in better hands. Not to say it met a better fate in Kobatoās palms, but the girl was determined to put more effort into preserving it.
"You should get a case cover for it, itās not exactly hot off the kettle, but at least itāll look presentable if you put a cute cover over it. If you check out the store behind us, they stocked some pretty spiffy supplies yesterday." suggested the teenage part-timer at the phone store, who tossed a sympathetic look at the beaten down device. Once it was handed to Kobato, she clasped her hands around it, fumbling with the buttons and eliciting old-fashion beeps from its number pad.
A phone was nonetheless,Ā still a phoneĀ for all its usefulness. Her first one ever, to be precise. āThe keys make piano music notes, Kobato can play a song with it.ā A poorly composed song, most likely, but a song nonetheless. ItĀ hadĀ taken the store manager a good exasperating hour to teach her the very basic of āpower on,ā āpower offā and āhow to type.ā It was āmore frustrating than teaching my grandma how to use her phone," or so he had put it.
The cover, though. Cover. Cover. Cover case? The shelves were stocked with vibrant-colored cases, from the ones reserved for the newest models to the versatile ones capable to accommodate both currently popular, and outdated phones. She pursed her lips. There ought to be someone who knew where to start. The handy dandy advertisement of āTop Ten Merchā did nothing to help. Turning to another customer, she murmured, befuddled, āThe poster say that the nyan cat phone plug is the āhot sellerā right now, butĀ whatever is a nyan cat?ā
-- A pair of ash-grey optics stared at the wide selection of phone cases displayed before him, his hand gripping on a small piece of paper and his other hand gripping one long bandage he usually carried around with him every school day. His older brother had set him off on a quest to buy a few particular items he wanted considering the older Mukami was far too busy tending to his schedule. Azusa wondered just how Kou managed to study and work at the same time but had decided not to inquire about it much.
Almost every item on the list he held in his hand had been checked off already except for the last one which was a new case for his brother's IPhone. Uncertain, Azusa slightly tilted his head to the side as he examined each and every kind of case. Kou had told him that there were particular cases for particular phones but to the youngest Mukami, they all looked alike. Azusa was hardly a fan of phones which explained the fact that he didn't own one. What if he ended up buying the wrong case and Kou gets really pissed at him?Ā
If that were to happen, he just hoped it will result to him getting hit. But knowing Kou, he will just most likely earn an exasperated sigh.
A halt was put to his train of thoughts the moment an unfamiliar female voice entered his ears and he glanced over at his side to see a girl turned to his direction with a befuddled look gracing her features. Making sure if she was talking to him or not, Azusa looked back over his own shoulder only to realize that they were alone at this section of the store. He the gazed back at the girl with somewhat apprehensive eyes.
"Nyan cat...?" It sounded familiar. Did his brothers mention that before? "I... I believe a nyan cat... is some kind of internet meme... I think it's a cat but I could be wrong..." Not even realizing how dumb that sounded, Azusa's gaze trailed down to the phone in the girl's hand. "Are you here to buy a case for your phone...?" He asked once he looked back at her. "If so, can you please help me out? I... honestly don't know what kind of case to buy. I'm unfortunately lost."Ā
would you consider fating azusa with anyone?
//i think the real question is
would anyone even be able to tolerate his constant requests for pain? ^^;; but to answer your question, of course! i guess if someone wants to, i donāt mind! but i would want to discuss about how weād develop their relationship first. c: thank you for asking!
still alive ā child-of-fianna
Another sigh escaped his lips as he tugged impatiently at the hair on his head. The fact that he was upset about not being punished was weird enough, but it was stranger that he suddenly seemed more self-conscious than he had been moments before. Did the idea of getting hurt appeal to him? How odd.Ā At the very least, it seemed the kid had no money on him. It was hard to tell how well off a person was from looks alone, Leo had an entire company resting on his shoulders but he hadnāt cut his hair in a few years. If you saw him on the street, youād probably think he was poor.
Shaking off that thought and moving a hand over the counter and to where a book was resting, he flicked through that eveningās work schedule. It was like he thought, someone had called in sick that evening, they were low on help so his assistance would probably be good.
"Scaring people doesnāt matter, as long as they get their books," He grumbled, folding his arms after placing the book where it had been and glancing at the nervous boy. "If people want to judge the way a worker looks then they can leave, itās up to them, though if Ā they really came here for a reason, then they wonāt. Itās just that simple. Iāve thrown a few people out for being a bother."
By throw out, Leo of course meant it literally by grabbing the backs of their necks and flinging them out the door. Sure, his boss wasnāt too keen on it, but it worked so he didnāt change the way he did things. It sure made it so that others were afraid of him, which was always a good thing.Ā
"So, what do you say?"
-- The young Mukami's gaze flicked to the book the other male seemed to be busy with while his fingers continued to nervously tug the loose end of his bandage. Other than scaring people by the way he looked, he was also afraid of working in a library considering it was too quiet for his taste which meant the chance of him hurting himself without getting caught was slim. He was aware of how his knives could scare a lot of people which was why he preferred to do it somewhere secluded.
If he was going to start working here because of his reckless actions, then he won't be able to hurt himself as much as he wanted to do. This was his fault. He had no one to blame and the eldest Mukami, Ruki, would have scolded him if he tried to put the blame on someone else. He must take responsibility. He had been trusted enough to move to Prava on his own, right? He should prove that he's just as mature as the rest of his brothers.
He gave the other male an apprehensive nod. "All right... I suppose it can't be helped." He was grateful that the other didn't further demand for money or the young masochist would have been in deeper trouble. He didn't want this mistake of his reaching the ears of his guardian. He reached for the book that was officially given to him as his property and held it close to his chest as if it was a childhood toy that he could never let go of.
"When... do I start?" He may have sounded rather unwilling but he was somehow certain the other male didn't even care.Ā
a hand to hold on to ā impulsivekisser
As usual, Yamato was rushing through the school gates, late for class due to him oversleeping. For the sixth time this month. His schedule had been jam packed with interviews and photo shoots with various magazines and upcoming companies. His publicist was ringing him up at ungodly hours notifying him of every plan he set up. The amount of things Yamato had to do in a day was innumerable; he barely had any time to breathe. He was actually relieved to have school, which was the only time where he was able to relax and be free of the endless flashes of lights and constant outfit changes. At school, several of his classmates knew him and his profession, but they were generally understanding about it. Sure, some people made assumptions and labeled him as a player or a brat, but that was the farthest thing they could ever say.
As he stumbled towards the main entrance, Yamato glanced up and saw a dark figure standing on top of the roof. āLooks like someoneās cutting class,ā he mumbled, before he fully realized what was going on. His eyes adjusted to the bright morning sun and saw the figure was standing on top of the railing. After a moment, Yamatoās drowsy eyes popped wide open in horror. āWAIT, IS HE GONNAā?!ā
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-- Azusa was slightly swaying back and forth at this point, his grey hues fixated all the way down to the ground. But when a pair of arms unexpectedly circled around his waist, the young boy's grey-hued eyes widened in surprise and a yelp escaped his lips as he was abruptly pulled back away from the railings, sending him to flail his arms in the air in sheer panic as he crashed back down to the ground on his side.
"O-Ow... that hurts..." The young Mukami grunted, not relishing in the pain for once considering he was caught off-guard. His heart still pounded from the rather sudden scene as a familiar voice entered his ears though the words didn't properly process in his mind. Yamato-san...? With timid fingers, Azusa held the boy's arm and pulled it away from him before struggling to sit up, still feeling his side ache from the fall. He gazed down to confirm the newcomer's identity and sure enough, the familiar bespectacled boy came into view.
He stared at him longer than necessary before finally voicing out his acknowledgement of the other male's arrival. "Oh... It's Yamato-san... Good morning..." He nodded as if he wasn't just standing by the brink of his own life mere minutes ago. He finally stood back up on his feet and dusted the dirt off of his pants before diverting his attention back on the railings where he had previously stood before.
in the eye of the beholder ā begyourhatred
Ā Ā A heavy sigh and a click of his tongue seemed to be Fushimiās answer for everything these days, though most notably in particular to a phone call he continuously received throughout the day. āUh huh.. Uh huh.. Weāll do something about it.ā He stated in the most flat tone as he didnāt actually bother to do a thing.
Ā Ā According to the caller, a nosy old hag who resided in Eden Tower was concerned for some youth that lived there. Abuse, as she put it. Was there any proof? Only the scars and fresh cuts that sheād taken note of. Abuse was a tricky thing to deal with. If the person in question didnāt specifically call in then there was little the Police Department would do about it.
Ā Ā However this woman was persistent, and Fushimi was finding it all too annoying to deal with. He finally agreed to take a look if only to shut her up. Of course the call just had to be placed in the middle of the night just as Fushimi had finished up signing his paperwork. All the male wanted to do was go home and sleep but instead he had to deal with this.
Ā Ā After jamming a thin finger into the doorbell, the male stepped back and waited for a response. The door creaked open within minutes and a pair of dull grey eyes peered up at him from behind the door. Without missing a beat, the officer pulled out his badge from his pants pocket and opened it just briefly before slapping it closed and retracting it back into said pocket.
Ā Ā "Saruhiko Fushimi, Prava Police Department.āĀ
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-- He's going to shoot me, was the first thought that clouded the young Mukami's mind the moment the officer held his badge out to him for a brief moment. Azusa pursed his lips as his grip on the doorknob tightened, refusing to open the door any further. While he did enjoy getting hurt and such, getting shot was one of few things he didn't want to come across to again. The thought of it just brought back unwanted memories from the orphanage and being reminded of those images just caused the dark-haired boy to quiver in fear.Ā
He didn't like this officer. The guy was far too intimidating for him to properly give out an answer. Azusa swallowed the thick lump that had formed in his throat as he gazed back over his own shoulder to check the clock. It was near midnight and hopefully, his brothers will get home in time before this guy tries to shoot him. They will protect him. He was sure of that.
Still rather quivering a bit in fear, Azusa averted his attention back on the other male and nervously shook his head.Ā
"I-I... um... I uh... I don't... I don't know..."
a hand to hold on to ā impulsivekisser
-- The sky looked so close yet so far away from his grasp. The immensity of it closed in on him and for a moment, the location where he stood in was dismissed from his mind. He felt at home. He caught sight of the drifting fluffy clouds that served as sheerest fibers of hope or the most fragile odds of survival; the two things he had came across to back when he was younger. Memories flooded his mind as the young Mukami extended his fingers up to the sky, his feet firmly balanced on the railings. One loss of footing could lead him plummeting down to his death but it was a thought that Azusa had unintentionally forgotten.
Maybe... Just maybe if he could reach the sky, he might finally know the purpose of his existence; if he really was alive or had just been wandering in an endless dream.
A cold breeze swept by, pulling the young boy out of his thoughts and he blinked. Gazing down, he realized just how high he was up from the ground. Standing on the railings of the school's rooftop was an action no student would dare to do but instead of letting fear for his own life grip his heart, a warm smile tugged the corners of his lips.
If he could push out of his mindĀ the fact that he was standing on the railings, he could imagine that he was floating up in the sky. It felt nice to imagine such images. So lost in his own thoughts, the dark-haired boy didn't take notice of the door behind him being swung open and a newcomer emerging in to break his train of thoughts.
//i made a threads list to keep myself in track! ^^ if you don't like the icon i used for your muse, just send me an ask and i'll change it to what you prefer! i didn't include all my threads here yet since most of the people i made starters for are on hiatus.Ā
if anyone's interested in a thread, just hit me up! c: i've cleared my ask box so i guess if you didn't get a response from me, tumblr probably ate it. D:
"I won't allow it."
"B-But⦠I need it. You canāt just take my knife away⦠Itās not yours⦠You canāt tell me what to do⦠and what not to do⦠Give it back please⦠or I will tell my brothers on youā¦"
"Thatās no excuse."
"I⦠Iām sorryā¦" The cold tone that laced the girlās words reminded him no other than Ruki in his off days and it sent a chill down the youngest Mukamiās spine. Making excuses wasnāt encouraged in the Mukami household. If her wrath was as terrifying as his older brotherās, then he didnāt want to witness it. "I promise⦠Iāll buy you a new oneā¦" At least he now learned to never try his new knives out on someoneās dress.
"But if you think thatās not enough⦠then you can go ahead and get even⦠by using the knives on me⦠Yes, that would be better, actually. Itās a good punishment."
"Iām revoking your privileges."
"N-No! Thatās not fairā¦! I thought itās okay to hurt myself as long as Iām not hurting anyone?! You canāt take my knives away! I wonāt let you! Go away!"