Oh boy he sure was getting close! Really close! Too close! His personal space was ignored. He didn’t know what to do. This is really the first time a stranger ever approached him like this. This was also the first time someone was touching him like this too. He usually is met with violence and being avoided, now tonight was the exact opposite!
Oh heavenly beings above, thank you!
He tilts his head back a bit when the other forced him to. He gulped, his cheeks soon turning red ❝O-oh..❞ He was speechless. Usually he’d be able to say things like that, but the fact someone else is saying it to him. Oh how the tables have turned!
Wow, this one was easy to fluster. Kyouhei let out an airy laugh (unnecessary in the long run but sometimes he liked to indulge) and took one step back, giving the cutie room to breathe.
“Oh is right.” He tilted his head and smiled widely, attempting to look more friendly.
“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to lend one of the nightfolk your name? Mine would be Kyouhei Allemand.”
Normally harsh eyes softened slightly at his newly acquired sibling or rather, the sibling he had always had but only recently discovered. He was momentarily concerned that the other may try to bolt but was relieved to see that it would not be the case. Kyouya was perhaps wondering if he should have suggested they have this discussion another time after the other had had an opportunity to mentally process the information.
It was too late to retract his offer now however, not to mention it might be better to get everything out in the open now so that Kyouhei had the full set of facts at his disposal.
“Not at all, thank you for agreeing to talk with me.”
Kyouya may have felt slightly guilty at forcing this revelation on the other since it was his selfishness of wanting to get to know Kyouhei that prompted this encounter more than anything else. It wasn’t something to be thanked for, not when it was obviously causing distress and turmoil. Nevertheless, he appreciated the effort at civility his companion was showing.
He had come prepared with answers and with proof but all that could wait until they reached the cafe.
“Follow me then.”
There wasn’t much Kyouhei could do aside from following Kyouya to whatever their destination was. Again, denial reared its ugly head in his mind but it was quickly debunked by the fact that Kyouya Ootori had nothing to gain from lying, which meant that….
Wait, was it really his… whatever the people had raised him were, was it really their fault? Kyouhei did look like them and adoption was never raised, so…! What did that mean for his childhood?
Kyouhei gripped the hem of his shirt in his hands as they moved along, just the barest hint of a frown in place.
Speaking of ‘looking alike’, now that he wasn’t stunned by the revelation of his sibling, he could see some similarities in how they were built. Nothing extremely shocking, but the subtle things that couldn’t be ignored….
“Ah, mind me asking how you found me, before anything else?” Kyouhei raised his first question with trepidation. “Did you find a picture of me or find me on social media and just walk around until you thought you’d found me?”
River Guardian!au /w mer!au Kyouhei @qtpie-kyouhei Let me know if you want anything changed!
How unfortunate it was that humans would begin by worshiping you and revering you as some God, to then completely forgetting about your existence and treading onto your territory. With humans’ desire to gain more territory, he was losing land that he looked over. Parts of the river were being damned. It was affecting not only his health but also his power. Mizumachi was the Guardian Spirit of the River and he had been watching over many generations come and go during his time, and was now unsure of how much longer he’d be able to do so.
As of right now the only ones who knew of his existence were a sparse number of humans who still had ‘the sight’ but also Ayakashi. To most, he looked like an odd visage of some silver fish– one almost too large for the river it occupied. To others with the sight, he looked to be a giant human wearing a silver Kimono adorned with golden and blue decorations.
With long, polished nails, glassy blue eyes, a pale complexion complete with delicate shimmering scales that were dotted all along his skin. In between his fingers were webs which likely served the purpose of helping him swim through the water. His feet? Well, he had no feet, but he had fins. A beautiful dark blue fin that shone in the water– if you could even bare witness to such a sight and see him as anything more than a simple oversized-fish.
He watched over all of the river’s inhabitants and sometimes he’d come across some of them such as Merpeople. They were quite rare now a days as many lived in seclusion or were hunted by humans for their blood or their meat. Apparently humans believed those to grant them eternal life? What a grand fallacy.
Feeling a small disturbance in the water near him, he looked over to see one such merperson swimming up towards him. Perhaps he had a guest who wished to greet him?
While many might think traveling or migration to be a waste of time, Kyouhei would often revel in his ability to traverse wherever his home (the water) touched, from the great blue seas to the freshwater rivers… It was worth the danger, most of the time.
Of course, it was only good manners to ask permission from the local deity before traveling in and through unknown territory. That and it was safer, to have the most powerful thing in the water aware of you.
Good thing they weren’t too difficult to find, especially not when the area was smaller. Which was actually a little worrying. Maybe he should help out before moving on through?
The basic-appearing Mer, with dark brown pupils and sclera the color of volcanic sand, skin pale as the water reflected most of the suns rays and he spent only the least amount of time out of the water, fluttered his navy blue tail at an easy pace until he was settled close to where the river guardian sat, scratching absently at a patch of scales that decorated his lower-left abdomen.
“Ah, Master of the River… I’ll be lingering about your territory and came to you for guidance, as well as to introduce myself.” Kyouhei dipped his head, hands clasped in front of him nervously.
“I am Kyouhei, originally from the Bermuda Triangle in the Atlantic Seas. I pray you’ll allow me short residence here!”
Leo was confused. He had been through the Forbidden Forest may times before and he was very much alive. This guy was really interesting indeed, with their reaction being all over the place. A bright childish laughter erupted from him as he patted the others shoulder.
“You’re not gonna die in there, Hufflepuff kid! It’s the place of greatest inspirations and all the magical creatures there are pretty nice, ya know~” He waved his arms in the air to exaggerate his words a little. He had lots of experience with the magical folks the resided in the forest, but maybe daring the other to go in alone would be a little cruel.
Spreading his Ravenclaw cape in the air, he dramatically whipped out his wand and whispered ‘Lumos’, creating a bright orb of light at the end. Right at the entrance of the dangerous forest they were warned about, he gave the other an innocent smile and an offer.
“I’ll go in with you! It’ll become a great song of memories that will be sung until you’re old~ And when you look back, you can say you were one of the brave souls that made it outta the Forbidden Forest! Wahahaha☆”
Ah, this guy was… he was crazy. An absolutely crazy (cocoa for cocoa-puffs) Ravenclaw - wait, that wasn’t too strange. He knew quite a few askew people from that house, maybe it was just… one of those things.
“It’s not ‘Hufflepuff kid’ - why’d you dare me to do something if you didn’t even know my name?” Kyouhei at least recognized this guy - the term was ‘a friend of a friend’ if he was remembering correctly - which was why he didn’t just turn around and leave.
Still, against his better judgment, he took out his own wand and mimicked the light-giving spell.
“The only thing people will be singing for me is a funeral dirge.” The brunet put in his two cents, crossing his free hand over his torso, his only source of comfort in these confusing times.
@qtpie-kyouhei said:
“I really don’t want to take Herbology this year.”
Lazily, Avery glanced over the top of the morning’s
newspaper to glance at the Hufflepuff sitting directly across him. Usually the
school’s houses were separated with one overly lengthy table each, but
breakfast seemed to be a more informal affair; students of each and every house
colour mingling with each other as they prepared for the day.
“Hm? Why’s that?”
The Gryffindor couldn’t really imagine why the other seemed
so reluctant. Personally, herbology was one of his favourite subjects.
Interesting, practical, and with a fairly laid-back attitude about the class,
it was hard to think of what was so unlikeable.
Unless…
“Ah… It’s not a Mandrake problem is it?”
Kyouhei leaned over the table, hands over his head, and pouted as if resenting the fact that he had to even think about the class he apparently despised.
“It’s not a Mandrake problem, whatever that is. I know it’s weird - with the professor being the head of Hufflepuff and all - but… there’s just something in the atmosphere that I….” He grimaced and sat up, looking just a tad sheepish.
“I kinda feel like I’m being watched? By something. Or maybe someone. It’s also kinda uncomfortable because I have hands of death, as opposed to a green thumb, and most Hufflepuffs are really good with Herbology.”
Avery likes to think he’s changed quite a lot over the years,
in several different ways. Rambunctiously free-spirited as a child, his grown
self had gained a lot more poise
befitting of his luxurious, extravagant upbringing, though still retaining a
certain stubbornness as he tried to
branch out in the world around him. Ever moving on to the next shiny new thing
that captured his attention, the pink-haired male had developed a habit of
quickly leaving things in the past when not directly in his line of sight – but
the boy waving as he addressed him by name felt eerily familiar.
His first reaction was to brush the feeling off. It was
probably nothing, after all. Sitting at the table of a cafe with his laptop
placed in front of him so he could work as he drank his coffee, Avery must have
had a passing conversation with at least two, three people during the time he
had been there? If anything, the other had just picked his name up from that.
… But that face.
It was sort of nostalgic, wasn’t it?
Eyeing the brunet carefully, a brow was raised at such an
odd question proposed to him.
“Not particularly. Why, do you…?”
Voice trailing off, it was a silent prompt for the other to
introduce himself. A name would be rather handy here to figure out this
mystery.
Well, Kyouhei did have some sweets in his bag so at least it wouldn’t be like he just said something out of nowhere like some kind of extreme weirdo… which he probably already seemed like.
The lack of recognition/reaction was a little disappointing, though.
“I, ah, just had some and wondered if I should share, ahahaha…” Nailed it. That couldn’t have been more natural. Yup. Not like he was going out on a limb on the chance to talk to an old friend.
“Oh, I’m Kyouhei.” Since it was rude for him to just start talking without introducing himself, “and if you want some caramels, I have a small baggie for quick pick-me-ups. You look like you’re working hard, so….”
A nightly stroll for this sinful yet beautiful beast suits him so well. He is a man who enjoys solitude and silence. Can’t be blamed, who wouldn’t. It makes him a mysterious man. One that his Karamatsu Pearls will fall for and wish to know him.
“Who is that man?” “He’s so mysterious..” “What a handsome devil!” Words he’d hear every time he takes a stroll. Though that was all played in his mind, it was all a fantasy. No one actually said anything. They didn’t pay him any mind to be honest. He was a delusional man.
However would this be part of this delusional man’s fantasy if someone actually approached him? Not to mention had complimented him?
Now what was said earlier, that was all in this man’s delusional mind. He wasn’t cool, mysterious, though he was indeed handsome, the moment someone actually does approach him and compliment him, he’ll suddenly break character instantly. Like now.
❝O-oh hello.. I was just wanting to take a stroll under these beautiful stars.❞
Kyouhei giggled, one hand cupping a now-rosy cheek as he admired the person he’d approached, now close up and in a more appreciative, personal manner.
“Well, you know what else is beautiful?” He reached out and pressed a finger under the stranger’s chin, tilting it up slightly (thank god there wasn’t much of a height difference) and leaning forward a bit.
“What place would you want on the Quidditch team?” Hogwarts AU @sparklingcolours
“None. None of them.” Kyouhei looked, face almost deadly calm, at the blond, ignoring the cheers of the Quidditch tryouts with relative ease. “If I get on a broom and people shout directions at me I will die.”
Heights were his immortal enemy. The serious look soon melted into a small smile, and he gestured up at the blurs of robes and brooms showing off in the sky.
“I’m just here to support a friend. What about you? Are you going to try? What are you aiming for?”
“I don’t really care for my housemates.” Hogwarts AU@ichinyatsv
Oh boy, that was… quite the statement. Kyouhei drew back into himself, hands clenched under his Hufflepuff robes and heart throbbing with unmistakable hurt.
“Is… is that so?” Mentally, he went over the statement again, trying to figure out if it was an okay thing to be upset over… yeah, it sounded like it included him, and… ah, there were the tears.
“I-I can’t… tell you who to like and who not to… but you don’t have to hang out with me if you don’t care for my company…!”
Kyouhei was primarily a Midnight sea zone swimmer. The dark sand, the quiet, a number of creatures willing to let a lonesome Eel be just that - lonesome - was pleasing.
He couldn’t find everything he needed in the darker parts of the ocean blue, however, and it was only a matter of time until he slunk out of his rock formation safe-havens and skulked around the parts of the water the sun touched.
Humming gently, the sound not carrying in the ocean blue, Kyouhei slipped over and under rocks and coral, diving at things that moved under the sand with feline-esque grace, venturing into the sunlight zone at his own chosen pace….
And then he spotted his first danger of the day. Or maybe it (he?) had spotted him? He couldn’t be sure, but one thing was for certain….
They were way too close. Not even a foot away. Had Kyouhei been that caught up in his mini-adventure? All the bouncing around and catching and releasing, as if he himself was a pet… how embarrassing…!
“What do you want.” His ego spoke up before his common sense had a chance to assess the situation, the flaps on his pointed ears bristling up as if daring the unknown person to attack him.
Definitely a bad idea, but nothing much could be done at this point. He pressed his lips into a thin line and crossed his arms over his bare chest, slimy tail folding under him in the sand, waiting for a reply - any reply, or anything to work off of. Waiting for something to set off his fight or flight.
“I dare you to go into the Forbidden Forest.” Hogwarts AU@kingsoath
“So basically you want me to die?” Kyouhei tucked his knees under his chin, the scratchy material of his Summer robes a comfort in the face of… of whatever could be hiding in the Forbidden Forest.
“What did I do to you…?” This was said in a much more joking tone with a wide and teasing smile because surely it was just a joke… unless it wasn’t.
“Wait, wait, you want me to go into a forest we’ve been told explicitly to stay out of on my own? Do you honestly want me to die?!”
“Did you have Divination after lunch?” Hogwarts AU@florasions
Kyouhei, nose buried in a thick tome on his least favorite subject, immediately sat up, looking for whoever was talking in the hopes that they were, in fact, addressing him.
“Uh,” wasn’t this someone who took another class with him? He’d recognize that pink mop of hair anywhere if they were acquainted properly. “According to my schedule, yeah.”
After a slight pause, he smiled up at the near stranger, head slightly tilted in contemplation. “Why? Are you lost? Do you need to drop the class? I can help you if you need anything.”
He truly could not understand. Was a phone truly worth so much? Perhaps it was the memories or the connections he had with the phone. Even Dongmin himself used his phone to contact his friends back at home so he could understand feeling troubled if he’d lost his phone, but to equate it to one’s life, he wasn’t so sure. You only had one life after all.
“Die? That’s– that’s a very strong claim. You’ve only one life and you have to treat it as precious, it’s a gift after all, life that is.” With his old… friend with his sickness and him doing rash things, he could not take the subject about death all too lightly. Whether or not Kyouhei was serious or was being dramatic, he didn’t know. It was hard to tell.
A small smile graced his features at Kyouhei’s reaction to his comment about being taken on a date. He figured that would have the other calm down some, but he soon went back into the dramatic semantics. A sworn servant? “How unfortunate, you’ve misunderstood me.” A shake of the head, and a sigh which was followed by the lowering of his shoulders.
With care, he created some distance between the two of them. “You go on errands with servants, but dates with friends or significant others, right? I don’t remember asking to go on an errand run.” In other words, he didn’t need something like a sworn servant. Things like that didn’t suit him. Even when he was in his gangpe(thug) fighting days. He was always a lone fighter who mainly fought to keep others, like his friends safe.
What he could use in this new place was a friend. “So what do you say? Want to go on a ‘date’ with me now?”
Kyouhei made a long, high-pitched exhaling noise, like a sigh made of embarrassed anxiety, and began to twiddle his fingers in front of him, now completely red in the face. His joke… was not ending in a joking way.
Not that he was complaining but? How was he supposed to react to such a carefully constructed sentence….
“Y-you know me… I’m always saying weird things…” He let out an flustered laugh (oh god, that sounded way too much like a giggle for his liking) and tried to redirect the conversation, only for Dongmin to take it out of the park. Out to the park? Either way, he made another high-pitched whining noise.
“Alright, alright, I get it - there’s no need to tease me anymore Dongmin!” He pouted and looked off to the side, hands unfolding so they could come up to brace against his cheeks in an abashed gesture.
Time to change the subject. Redirect his embarrassment. Try not to think of being on a date with his friend.
“Dates are… isn’t date supposed to be exclusively for romantic partners?” Well, just boyfriends for Kyouhei, but he didn’t know which way Dongmin swung so that was an easier term. “I’ve always called going out with friends an ‘outing’, not a date. Is that slang?”
Kyouhei side-eyed Komui with trepidation, inwardly debating on an action and what the action would be interpreted as while outwardly playing with the large earcups of the headphones resting on his lap.
“If you want…” he was careful bringing the headpiece up between them, the clunkiness of it not feeling entirely right, but the brunet felt it was better than nothing. “We could share? I mean, it won’t be as good as earbuds, or having your own set, but….”
Sharing music was a vital part of bonding. “With your musical selection and my headphones, we can create some sort of compromise only seen in chick flicks or horror movies!”
“And so like, they tried to set the area on fire - because fire eats up gas, you know? - but instead it just-it just kept burning, and to this day it’s still burning; to the point that we call it ‘the door to hell’!”
Kyouhei grinned under his laced hands, trying not to seem as bat-shit crazy about natural wonders of the world as he actually was, trying to act as if someone who asked him to throw himself into the door to hell for science would be politely declined.
“And like, you know how if the ground gets too dry that it’ll get spider-web cracks on it? There’s a salt flat in Bolivia that’s 4,086 square miles around that looks like that. Can you imagine? Just - spider webs on the ground as far as your eye could see? What if there were lava spiders! It looks really cool, here, let me show you some pictures-”
Kyouhei sighed into his smoothie, the cold drink absorbing the warmth of his breath and making his hands prickle as if he was holding an icicle.
There was something awfully soothing about hanging around with Kyouya - the slightly older male seemed to have his life a thousand times more together than him, and so naturally, Kyou went to him for advice.
The atmosphere was ideal, too. What better place to discuss human nature than over drinks and sandwiches? No one would pay attention to them - too much background noise to get a fix on any one conversation - and the temperature was just right.
“Do you want dessert? I have some extra cash on hand and I’m in the mood to indulge my sweet tooth. We could share something!”
With a soft yawn, Kyouhei rolled over and rested the side of his head on Karamatsu’s shoulder, his hands softly kneading the quilt he’d spread over their laps while nodded every so often to the song humming through his headphones.
After a moment, in a reprieve between songs, he reached up and plucked one of the buds out of his ears and cleaned it off on his sleeve before holding it up to his partner and snuggle buddy, a sleepy grin crooking his lips.
“This next song reminds me of you. Do you wanna listen to it with me?”
It wasn’t like Kyouhei was eager for adventure. He didn’t have a death wish and he didn’t have wanderlust (not that he was aware of) and he definitely wasn’t on any sort of quest.
The fact that he was a pirate felt as mundane as the fact that he was a little hungry for gold. Which is to say, it was simply part of him. A title that sometimes was okay to flaunt in front of a certain crowd.
As the master of the maps (and the occasional map-maker) he was invaluable to the crew, and to the captain, so there was no risk of him being thrown to the fishes even though he looked foreign and couldn’t shoot to save his life. And it had, at one point, almost cost him his life, but he favored small swords and thin blades and a bullet scar or two wasn’t about to stop him.
His favorite part of being a pirate had to be the treasure hunting, though. The risk of finding a map (how it usually had to be stolen or lifted off someone else), the threat of being found out or halted on their journey, the question of the treasure map being fake, or the treasure all being gone, making their journey worthless….
Okay, so Kyouhei was a bit of an adrenaline junky. No one could blame him. This time had ended well, though, and the path the map insisted they follow was promising.
“Captain,” and with that one word, he winced and cleared his throat. Even after all the years at sea, all the shouting and exposure to the sea air, it was still almost too soft to his ears. “Since this is where the map indicates we dig… the map says we should dig here, I mean. Do you want to direct the crew or would you like me to inform your second - your first mate?”
Kyouhei was a long since coiner of the term “night stalker” in vampire society. It basically meant that whether or not he was the type to crumble in the face of the sun, he primarily prowled after it retreated and the sun took its place.
It was more comfortable in his opinion. No one would see the unnatural pale sheen of his skin at night because everything looked unnatural in the light of the moon. It was also much easier to grab a consensual bite to eat from a large variety of people.
He wasn’t particularly hungry, but holding off on at least getting a snack tonight would probably spell trouble for the future, and so he was on the hunt for a cute and clean neck.
“Hello, hello.” Kyouhei sidled up to one of the more secluded people on a familiar corner, fangs peeking out of his wide, playful grin naturally and his eyes twinkling in the street lamp light. “What is a lovely man like you doin’ on a lovely night like this?
There were certain cliches about his kind that Kyouhei couldn’t understand at all. Garlic? Well, actually, wasn’t that supposed to ward off diseases in some Dark Age old wives tales?
Having their head chopped off? Everything was weak to that. Wooden stakes? Let’s see you try to continue after having a stake shoved through your heart. Just because they didn’t use it didn’t mean it didn’t have a purpose.
The sun? Okay, that was a real thing, but that didn’t mean he understood it. Maybe it was because of the way their bodies functioned? Or maybe it was part of whatever curse allowed them to be animated after death.
As a self-proclaimed Vampire Scientist, Kyouhei would not rest until he found out what it was.
“So how about it?” He smiled, with an admittedly sly look in his burgundy eyes, at Kajika, hands folded together in a prayer stance. “Feel like helping me out for a moon cycle or two?
As a kid, Kyouhei was hardly ever given permission to interact with people his age. Both of his parents and their adult influences insisted it was more important that he was knowledgeable than sociable, and that was that.
It wasn’t like he always adhered to what they wanted though. Him moving away without telling them was part of that, but when he was still little and learning his boundaries he made a larger rebellious move without even knowing, and losing him… losing one of the only kids he had as a friend without warning had been tough.
And now he had the chance to meet them again. Kyouhei recognized the name of the person sitting in parallel to him (how could he not?) and all it would take is a leading question to figure out of Avery still remembered him… and if he could recognize the brunet by name alone.
There was only one way to find out.
“Hey, Avery?” Cautiously, he waved at the pink-haired boy seated next to him. “Uh, do you… have, um.” Oh god, this was not going well, abort, abort. “Do you like sweets?” WRONG QUESTION.
By the dictionary’s definition of “lost”, (unable to find one’s way; not knowing one’s whereabouts), Kyouhei was confoundingly lost and near hopeless in his exploits to become unlost.
Mostly because he was also lost to the way he’d become lost - last he remembered he’d decided to take a break from work and had curled up over his books, not intending to pass out, but….
What else could explain him waking up in what seemed to be the definition of a haunted forest. The shadows, the lack of anything green, the crooked stone paths, the mist… the ambiance, in other words, was slowly causing him to panic.
Nervous is his efforts to keep moving along the barely distinguishable path, Kyouhei tried not to let every sudden, unexplainable noise or oddly shaped shadow get to him, and mostly succeeded until he turned a sharp corner and bumped right into someone.
“Oh god, please don’t kill me I don’t wanna die here-” slipped out on instinct as Kyouhei stumbled back, eyes wide with fear (he was unable to deny it at this point) and body shaking like a leaf as a whole.
buddy i would normally accept the red-hot embrace of fluff-induced death but i’d really like to reply to this + make some starters so please, chill, imbeggi
Send me a ◇ for my muse to to play with your muse’s hair
Send me a ♧ for our muses to cuddle
Send me a ♤ for my muse to style yours, whether it be clothing, jewelry, makeup, etc is up to you
Send me a ♡ for a platonic kiss between our muses
Send me a □ for my muse to give yours a backrub
Send me a ○ for another type of platonic affection that either the sender or receiver can specify
Send me a ° for my muse to try and teach yours something they’re passionate about, a hobby perhaps
Send me a ■ for my muse to read a story to yours
Send me a • to share headphones with my muse
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Send me a ● to hold my muse’s hand
Send me a ¤ for YOUR (The sender’s) muse to play with my muse’s hair
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If it had been any one else in an entirely different situation, Kyouya may have been inclined to act with impatience but since this was his younger sibling and he had essentially dropped a life changing bomb on him, he was willing to give the younger male as much time as he needed. He himself had taken a while to adapt to the news, had been a lot more violent in fact but in time he had accepted it. He didn’t have much choice in the matter really, when sound evidence which could knock any argument flat had been supplied for his critical perusal.
Dark orbs softened slightly behind their glass shields as they regarded the shorter male standing before him, his younger brother… The more he studied Kyouhei, the more he could identify the underlying Ootori traits. Perhaps the resemblance was not as strong as it was between his other siblings who shared both parents, but there were unmistakable similarities nonetheless.
The ebony haired male might have felt a bit guilty upon learning that his younger sibling was under the impression that both of his parents were his real ones, meaning that he had been caught totally unawares. Such information would always be shocking but being marginally prepared would have at least softened the blow. Kyouhei hadn’t had that…
“I know exactly who you are…”
Offering the other an understanding look, he made sure to keep his tone gentle so that he wouldn’t frighten his companion off before they had managed to talk it out.
“I’m Kyouya Ootori and I’ve been looking for you for a long time now. I’m sure you must have questions. If you like, we can discuss the matter over coffee.”
When the stranger - now dubbed Kyouya Ootori - finalized what he’d said; Kyouhei was transfixed in a fight-or-flight state. Part of him just wanted to take off, to pack up and get on a plane and to never land. The other was just… over it, already.
After everything that had already happened to him, what was one more complication, one more parent-to-child lie? There was frustration in him, a righteous fury boiling up, but it was mostly overshadowed by both hurt and curiosity.
… What was his relation to Kyouya, exactly? “Sibling” was… a pretty broad term, and there were so many little details that would have to be answered in order for something like this to be easy on Kyouhei’s mind - ah, their names were similar, was that significant or not…?
“… Thank you for putting in the effort to find and tell me this, Kyouya.” Kyouhei finally forced out, the pleasantries tasting and feeling bitter, even to his own ears. To remedy this, he tried for a smile.
“I do have time for a proper discussion about… this, so…. Lead the way?” He wasn’t sure what else could be said. He’d already been promised some answers (and Kyouhei did have questions) and from the sounds of it, he’d need a pick-me-up for this level of serious conversation.
All he’d done was to save the guy’s phone from dropping onto the ground and now he was dealing with someone who was very animatedly saying that he’s saved their life. That was a bit much, wasn’t it? Though he could certainly understand with how people lived for their phones.
Still, this was… a bit more than he was expecting. “Haha– you don’t have to worry about it that much. Your life is a bit much, don’t you think?” He laughed nervously at Kyouhei’s reaction to being handed back his phone before it fell to it’s doom on the hard concrete. Th kiss pressed against his cheek made him freeze up, a shocked expression showing across his features. “You work fast~ Take me out on a date before you kiss me, haha!”
“You do not understand.” Kyouhei fell back into his dramatics, allowing his eyes to glisten with unshed tears (a surprisingly easy feat when you were the local crybaby) and leaned almost entirely on his buddy-friend.
If he wanted to, he could say something extremely self-deprecating about his life not being worth that much, about worry being part of his very being or something equally concerning, but he quickly moved on.
“That is my life, my livelihood you just saved from the unforgiving pavement, Dongmin, and I now must follow you forever,” Kyouhei recalled a dearly loved meme and grinned against the other’s shirt, nefariously, “and if the situation calls for it, I will die for you.”
The quip about dating did make him blush a little and he backed off quickly, realizing how his actions could be mistranslated… or maybe it would be a correct translation but in a joking way? He wasn’t sure.
“I-I!” Apologies were in order… or maybe he should continue the joke…? Kyouhei was a little conflicted. “Uhm, if a date is what you desire, then as you’re newly sworn servant, I, Kyouhei J. Allemand, will provide!”
oso, kara, and jyushi are all fun, unique boys (especially with all the info you’ve given me in the gc oho) and I would gladly let them have their way with kyou, just say the word tbh
♣ {literally dont think i've interacted with kyou from this account but why notttt~}
now that I think about it, I really like the potential dynamic of these two! mama might kill kyou on accident, tho, so that’ll be fun~! all your characters are pretty fun, tbh, so I have to give you the big Thumbs Up in general!
Kyouhei was about to apologize for being so snappy toward a total stranger, knowing more than anyone else that sometimes people just zoned out and it couldn’t be helped, when he was backhanded with that claim.
It took a moment to settle in. More than a moment. Maybe two moments and a half. No matter how long it took, shock still held him in its clasped hands as he mulled over what a stranger could gain from doing something like this.
“Aha, that’s… funny?” He looked around, trying the spot reaction cams or photographers or anything that would reveal this as a set-up. As some sort of elaborate prank. “Ah, unless you’re serious, in that case.”
If this person was being serious about them being siblings, what did that mean about the life he’d lived up until now? Sure, he’d never seen a birth certificate or an adoption certificate (there’d never been a reason to) but that didn’t necessarily mean….
Kyouhei cleared his throat and met the stranger’s dark eyes, once again. “I know who my parents are? So you might… have the wrong person… uh, unless… you’re completely serious? Unmistaken?”
It was a difficult thing to fathom. That he might have more family out there, that someone put effort into finding him in such a situation… it was. Strange and a bit prickly. But he wouldn’t think about it anymore unless this person was absolutely certain.
“My name is Kyouhei… Kyouhei Allemand.” Hearing himself say his last name was weird. Nonetheless, the student continued. “Are you sure I’m the person you’re looking for?”
Mika felt much more free and happy travelling than being close to his birthplace. It wasn’t home. It never really was, as there was nothing there for him but bitter memories and sadness. Even so, he did felt the need to return sometimes, maybe because Sinnoh was the place where he had started and because there were many things he did enjoyed about the many ruins and cities.
He was making his way to Hearthrome City, when he happened to cross paths with another trainer. He was a bit distracted, and he had always been the clumsy and distracted type, so it was rather often that he bumped into people. But not always did people suddenly went for a fight because of that.
Throwing his eyes to the ground as he heard the other commenting on them, he reached to his own poke-balls as well, not wanting to be caught of guard. His own Mimikyu had moved forward in the meantime, stepping between the stranger and Mika in a defensive manner.
“I ain’t want no trouble, but I won’t pull my punches if you go for it”
While the route stalker in him was raring and ready to go, the budding researcher in him immediately froze at the sight of the Mimikyu, swaying slightly in it’s Pikachu disguise and acting obviously protective.
His heart froze and then his heart melted.
“Aww, what a cutie!” He kneeled down so as to get a better look at the rare Pokemon - well, it wasn’t native to Unova or Sinnoh, and so it was fairly rare? Not rare in the traditional sense, but….
“We can battle later, sure, but wow, where’d you found them! They look to be in excellent condition, for not being regional!” Kyouhei looked up at the trainer, eyes glittering happily.
Awakening due to the noise he was now making, his Superior popped her head over his shoulder, out from under his coat which hid her form unless you were looking for it, and eyed what she saw as a rival trainer with wariness.
Leo watched on as chaos unfolded, oblivious to the fact that he may possibly be the cause of all this commotion. A spark of inspiration suddenly struck him as he watched the explosion happen in mere seconds. An action scene! A fight between the humans and aliens trying to take over the planet! Yes, yes! The inspiration was coming forth!
A surge of motivation came forth and he whipped out his pen and notepad from the pockets of his large hoodie and started scribbling in it. It wasn’t until a pair of eyes looked up at him that he realized there was another person within his vicinity.
When did they get there? Were they a ninja that popped out of the smoke, ready to attack? Of course, Leo was ready to dodge anything that came his way. But the more important question was.
“Who’re you!?”
Any polite or simple words died in his throat at the slightly accusatory tone the other person took, despite this probably being their fault! Kyouhei sat up, snagged his glasses off his face, shoved them into his chest pocket, and pinched his nose for a solid three seconds.
It wasn’t nearly as bad as it could’ve been, so there was at least that, and he could get more cubes, right? Probably. It wasn’t a big deal. As long as no one heard that commotion it would be fine.
“Since you’re the intruder, shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” Not bothering to stand, Kyouhei merely leaned back so that he could reassess the new person. “Why’d you come in here!?”
He finally managed to get a triangle up and he just leaned back into his seat, just basking in his moment of glory. Success has never felt this good before. The thought that he had many more triangles to make was a fact he pushed out into the corner of his mind for now. He just wanted to feel victorious for a short while longer. “Yeah, it is pretty difficult, I just now managed my first one.”
Sitting up straight once more while letting out a sigh, he didn’t realize that his exhale of air was enough to disrupt his triangle and it toppled over. Throwing his head back, he groaned quietly. “Back to zero.” How long was it going to take to finish off the one this time?
With Kyouhei asking for a ‘solid’, Dongmin looked over quizzically, wondering what it was that he wanted help with. “What’s up? What do you need?” He was ready to help out if it meant he could hold off on trying to make a triangle again. He simply wasn’t ready to have to go through the pain of needing to watch him fail repeatedly over these triangles.
“Do you need me to hold onto your triangles or something?” He asked, now noticing that Kyouhei was holding onto the card that was placed on top of the two triangles he’d made.
“When I see pictures or videos it always looks super easy… but I guess that’s just movie magic.” His conclusion was so mismatched (nonsensical words and an almost comedically stern tone of voice) that Kyouhei actually giggled a little.
The brunet nodded for two beats and shuffled over a little so that Dongmin wouldn’t have to contort in order to reach the two triangles he’d somehow kept up this time.
“Please do! I feel like they’ll stay up as soon as I get the… the roof on them, but they need a little support before I leave them on their own.” Yikes, that sounded a bit too deep for something so simple.
“In other words, give them the spine they deserve.”
[水] - Haha! A beach-y person. That’s one way to term it. He loved being in the water as much as he loved being on the football field.
"I guess you could say that? I love the water. Though I also love the football field. Guess you can consnider me a water giant who plays football, haha!“
There was something much like a beach a distance away, but for someone like Mizumachi, it was always well worth the travel. He just considered it to be something like a fun adventure. Travelling to the beach was nothing compared to taking a flight to the US for the sake of football for the ‘American Football Youth World cup’. That sure was a great time, it was!
It was always a mystery to a lot of people how he could be as energetic as he was. He ate a lot of food as expected of an anthlete and he just practiced very hard, and his body was quite used to working hard every day to break down and build itself to be even stronger. It wasn’t as though they met up every single day for practice so it was a game of balancing time to be honest.
Not to forget that depending on the time of the year it was and the seasons, some clubs would go on break. You can’t expect kids to be swimming in pools in the winter time after all. If the school was blessed to have an indoors pool, it was fine, but not every institution was quite that lucky.
"Nhaaha! Yep! I’m working towards what I want to do. For now I want to continue being an athlete. I don’t plan on quitting just yet. Well, let’s get going! If we stick around too long, it’ll get dark.”
Mizumachi playfully saluted back and he started to lead the way back towards the dorm, going through a different route that Kyouhei took to get here. Mizumachi took different routes all the time to see something new and interesting.
“So sporty things in general interest you?” Swimming and football were the two most sporty activities Kyouhei could imagine, and since Mizumachi looked like he could knock the freshman over with a finger, it wasn’t too hard to imagine him on a field.
… Did that make him the nerd in this situation? Science was a pretty nerdy thing, so it did fit, this metaphorical boot he himself created in that very moment.
Before he could ask, he realized they were talking more about school than sports now, and that they needed to get going. Settling into an easy pace next to Mizumachi was easy, although he had no idea where they were going.
“I’ll probably stick with what I have too.” It wasn’t like he was a risk taker, after all, and he felt like it would be a pain if he started over with another major in mind. “And thanks for taking me back.”
Face flushed from the neck up with just the feel of Avery’s hand in his, Kyouhei did his best to be the most natural walker in the history of walking naturally. Difficult, when he was sincerely concerned that his hands were too sweaty for the action to be comfortable, but he was just barely managing.
He was grateful for the ability to do this, after all. The student was trying his hardest - was going to keep trying his hardest.
Overcome with warm fuzzies, Kyouhei brought the hand holding onto his up to his mouth, pressing a heartfelt kiss there and lingering for a moment before reality came crashing down and he released it with a spluttered apology.
Kyouhei narrows his eyes at the much, much taller male for a moment, actually being forced to consider how to proceed due to the very obvious height difference between them.
Showing his affection, in this case, was more frustrating than embarrassing (although his cheeks were already filling in with pink as he thought more and more about it) but with a little difficulty, he stood on the tips of his toes to press a modest kiss to Kyouya’s cheek.
“There! Now you can’t say I never gave you anything!”