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Hopeless Exploration

friendlyoceangiant:

[水] - Mizumachi had just finished some self-practice and was on his way to the dorms when he heard a voice speaking out. He ignored it at first, because he didn’t think they were talking to him, but a quick glance around showed that there was no one around but him!

Could it be? That the person was actually referring to him? Ehhhhh—?

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     “Ya talking to me?
            I’m a sir? Nhaaha! I’m not a sir, dude.
       Just call me Mizumachi.”

He laughed, a ‘sir’ was just too stuffy, wasn’t it? It was just so… so… serious sounding? Like an uppity old man who was all about like… he didn’t know—whatever it was that old guys did. Mizumachi was as free of a spirit as water was like… formless.

Okay,  he was done laughing. He looked at the guy with a broad smile.

     “So what did ya need again? I forgot.”

No, you didn’t forget, he just never told you what it was he needed yet.

      “Ah, izzat so?” Kyouhei laughed a little too, charmed by the informal way the stranger spoke and being able to relax because of it. “Mizumachi it is then.”

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      This was a stroke of good luck on his part - this guy seemed friendly, definitely the right person to ask for help! He returned the spirited strangers smile in kind.

      “Well, actually, I was hoping you could help me figure out where I am?” The brunet explained, a little embarrassed but not much, his hands clenched in his pockets. “I was wandering around the University - it’s so big, yanno? Begging to be explored! - and I took one too many turns without paying attention and now I’m lost.”

(Source: qtpie-kyouhei)

Beginning of Something Awful

tsundere-model:

So Kyouhei it was. He nodded in acknowledgment, though it was more likely that he’d use once more the ‘shitty tears’ or maybe even a ‘crybaby’ as way of calling the other.

His blue eyes widened quite a bit as he listened to the -admiteddly crazy- story of how this situation came to be. An ad? So more or less he had asked to be insulted to train himself or something?

“What type of idiot does that?” he ended up voicing his thoughts, clear confussion and mild annoyance painted all over his face. It also angered him that his classmates had thought he’d be ‘ideal for the job’. Preposterous. Even if it somehow did worked out.

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“Ahh, I can’t deal with this.“ he shook his head “And why aren’t you drinking the water? You need to hydrate yourself you shity crybaby.”

With such rough words, Izumi gave a light kick to Kyouhei’s chair as if to call for his attention.

      A desperate idiot, Kyouhei thought glumly, this time actually tearing up - but not as much as earlier. He’d lost a lot of liquids from that crying session, so this time only a few tears collected in the corners of his eyes.

      With a little sniff, he reached up to wipe them away before opening the water bottle and taking a long swig, which cleared up the congestion in his ears caused from all his hiccuping earlier.

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      “Well I can’t just stay like this - that’s just begging for disaster!” The scene earlier was just a multitude of evidence towards his point, but he wouldn’t use it for sake of redundancy.

      “Besides, isn’t it weird to be like this at nineteen? Right? So something has to change, and I can’t just lock myself up for the rest of my life!” Although biochemistry might allow him to do that, with all the time necessary for quiet experimentation… which was beside the point.

      Kyouhei took another drink of water before capping the bottle and setting it beside his chair and folding his hands in his lap. “That’s the long and short of it really. Ah, and can I know who you are…?” It was getting a bit awkward of mentally referring to him as ‘the volunteer’ or ‘the silver-haired guy’.

(Source: qtpie-kyouhei)

Beginning of Something Awful

tsundere-model:

“Hmn, you were intelligent enough to stay. I’ll praise you for that" he said upon walking in, and all the way to the side of the other boy. With him standing and the other sitting, it was rather easy to just look down on him.

A click of his tongue, he pushed the things he had bought onto the other.

“There. You need to hydrate yourself after crying. Also get some chocolate, the sugar is good for you. If you feel like eating something then there’s the energy bar as well” he explained in a rough tone before going for a chair to sit down himself.

Legs and arms crossed he looked over at the boy.

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“Ok so, what the deal with this, shitty tears? Explain it so I can understand.”

      When the volunteer - Kyouhei really needed to get his name - returned, the brunet didn’t notice until he started speaking, and blinked up at the pompous-looking male, not having quite caught the first bit, but…

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      “Thank you?” He set the foodstuffs on his lap for future use. Feeling a little silly for having missed whatever was said. Hopefully, it wasn’t important.

      Maybe this guy wasn’t that bad? Ah, but there he was with the insults again. So… there was a bit of each. Sort of. He had to breathe deeply in order not to tear up again, because… wow, that was mean. “My name is Kyouhei, actually.

      “And it has to do with um,” Kyouhei couldn’t help but turn a little pink again, before clearing his throat to continue, “how easily you made me cry earlier? I know it’s a problem, I’m… emotional. And so I put out an ad asking for someone to toughen my skin? As you can see….”

      It wasn’t really working. He’d cried pretty easily. That about brought them up to date, with the little bits of information he’d been provided, the volunteer didn’t know what he was volunteering for and somehow ended up doing it anyways? Weird.

(Source: qtpie-kyouhei)

Beginning of Something Awful

tsundere-model:

Soon enough they were right where izumi wanted to be. After checking through the small window on the door that the room wasn’t occupied by someone else, Izumi pushed with his shoulder and lead the boy into the room.

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“Hah? You already tangled me into this mess, don’t go feeling guilty now” he hissed slightly “Now sit and wait right here.“

He glared at the boy once as if to make his point before leaving. He walked fast, and straight to his objective. The vending machine. Taking some change from his pocket he bought a bottle of water, an energy bar and some chocolate.

Then he returned as fast as he had left. If the boy had left in the meantime he’d be fucking pissed.

      Kyouhei blinked, staring with eyes narrowed in confusion at the place his unwilling volunteer had been before looking around the empty room for a place to sit down.

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      This gave him some time to decide if he really wanted to go through with this - admittedly not thought through - plan, and if he was really ready for the level at which the guy who’d disappeared was on.

      He didn’t want to be a crybaby all his life! Eventually, his immunity to older people talking down to him would disappear because he’d be their age, and he was very sensitive towards words from people his age.

      While considering this, Kyouhei narrowed his eyes at his feet and began to wring his hands out, his options on a glowing screen in his mind, waiting for his choice which could be right or wrong or a mix of both.

(Source: qtpie-kyouhei)

Beginning of Something Awful

tsundere-model:

“Hah? Why are you suddenly assuming I didn’t wanted to, you idiot? I just didn’t had a choice, this was practically forced on me anyway” he ended up raising his voice again -involuntarily- at what he felt, was a stupid question. At least the guy was intelligent enough to follow him instead of refusing to do so.

Thanks to that, they had managed to get away from the center of attention, and were now making their way through one of many halls, a nice shadow covering them from the heat of the sun. It was however, rather awkward how he started to march rather than walk halfway through it.

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“Yeah, pretty much” he accepted, a little frown on his face “Just like that thing you’re doing right now. This isn’t a marching band so just walk normally, would you?”

      Kyouhei tilted his head and did his best to totally relax and strengthen his smile a little - reminding himself that they were out of sight now, that there was no one to impress, really, if he didn’t count the person still leading him along.

      The brunet wondered when he’d let go. Not that he was uncomfortable.

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      “Sorry. Force of habit.” Just like apologizing seemed to be, yikes. He gave himself a mental note to halt the ‘sorries’ for a while. “I’m not sure I should thank you for coming, or ask for your help, now that you’ve explained… I’d feel bad.”

(Source: qtpie-kyouhei)

Beginning of Something Awful

tsundere-model:

Oh god, this was so awkward. People was seriously staring, so much he felt like just leaving right there and then before it became a big deal. And he might have done exactly so if it wasn’t because this poor crying guy seemed to terribly defenseless. It was ridiculous.

Ahh, goddamn it this was annoying!!

Moving forward, he placed a hand on the other’s back, rubbing it gently as if to try to make him feel a bit better.

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“Hah? An ad? No idea. I was just told to come here by some unwanted acquaintances” he explained, continuing with the awkward contact even after the other had stopped wailing. Now he looked around, he knew of some study rooms not so far away, so still patting the other, he made the sign to start walking “Come. It’s super embarrassing to have you cry out in public like this, so we better go somewhere else.”

He wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer. This boy needed to sit and calm down, and it’d be easier if they weren’t in the middle of such a public place. In fact, he started walking, an arm around the other’s back as he guided him towards the building and away from prying eyes.

      Kyouhei had been a little startled when the guy who’d insulted him (who was still insulting him, technically) approached and actually began to rub his back, which made him feel a bit better.

      “If you agreed t-to come, why didn’t you read the ad…?” He was more curious than upset now, and rational enough that he allowed himself to be directed by the stranger… which would probably be fine because there were witnesses-.

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      Oh,  there were witnesses.

      Kyouhei looked around, his face slightly red both from crying and embarrassment. Unconsciously, he started to stiffen up, his walking becoming more even - as close to a march as he could get without pulling ahead from the… volunteer.

      “Sorry about that. You’re right, that was…” totally embarrassing, a disgraceful show. He felt kinda gross, too, “rather weird of me, huh?”

(Source: qtpie-kyouhei)

Beginning of Something Awful

tsundere-model:

Izumi wasn’t specially aware that the request was for him to be rude in order to toughen up the other boy. He was as oblivious as one could be. He just happened to be rough spoken to everyone all the time. He just wanted people around him to be though enough to deal with anything. In a way, it could be said he really was ideal for this job.

Even so, he wasn’t used to people reacting by immediately crying and apologizing more. Was this guy for real? Would he be ok living on this rough universitary world if that was the only thing needed to get him crying?

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“O-oi… wait! Stop crying, it’s so annoying!” he splurted, not sure of how to react to this situation.

The place wasn’t exactly private, so now there was a lot of people looking at them. Some assuming Izumi had just rejected the other’s love confession. The others thinking he might have bullied him until making him cry. He had just said two sentences!

“Stop already, it makes it look like I’m bullying you!”

      “W-well, if you’d-hic!” Kyouhei had to stop and start over when the hiccups interrupted him, giving him a chance to wipe his face one more time, even though it was hopeless - more tears just kept coming. It was probably the “annoying” comment that did it.

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      “If y-y-you’d waited b-before be-being-g so mean,” he gulped and tried to regain control of his voice one last time, feeling something thick build up in the back of his throat - a feeling that usually accompanied his crying fits - and finally found a moment of calm within himself, though his eyes were still shiny with tears.

      “Then I would’ve taken you to the place I talked about in the ad!” Ah, that was a bit snappish. Kyouhei looked a bit sheepish, but at least it distracted him from his crying. “Didn’t you read it?”

(Source: qtpie-kyouhei)

Beginning of Something Awful

tsundere-model:

In all honesty, Izumi didn’t knew why had he been directed to this particular place at uni. Apparently someone had asked for something very odd and specific, and all of his acquaintances thought that Izumi was just the right person for it

Peer pressure is not to be mocked, the annoying insistence of the interested people so terrible it almost seemed better to just give in and go. So that’s what he did, annoyed to no end because they wouldn’t even tell him what was expected of him. What should he do? Just sit there and wait?

He was already annoyed -angered to no end, to be more precise- and the lack of puntuality of whoever needed him there only worsened his mood.

So when the cheerful looking guy came and started apologizing, he snapped.

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“So you’re the one to request me here? I didn’t expected such a dumb-looking guy” he said, standing up so he could properly look down on the guy “Moreover, how do you have the nerve to show up late? Have you no manners at all? Don’t you think that stupid grin and a lazy apology is gonna get you out of this!”

      Ah, so they were starting already. Still, that was pretty cruel of him! The nerve of this guy, to be so mean right off the bat… and of Kyouhei, for assuming no one was going to come. For being dumb looking. He should’ve… oh.

      Wet, hot tears spilled down his cheeks, shocking his thoughts into silence for a few seconds before he began to fidget in embarrassment.

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      “Aah, I’m-m sorry!” Wait, this person said that kind of apology was lazy, right? The brunet reached up to scrub at his eyes using his forearm and bowed from the waist, not knowing what else to do. “I-I appeared to hhhave as-sumed s-something wrong-g-gly!”

      This was awkward, he was falling apart already, and only after a few sentences! And here he’d thought he’d done really well that day, only having teared up once during a lecture when he’d been corrected rather meanly.

      He stood up straight again and attempted for a more apologetic smile, all wobbly and uncertain mixed with the tears still rolling down his cheeks… he must’ve looked pathetic.

(Source: qtpie-kyouhei)

Puppets || {open}

broken-puppeteer:

One hobby that Shu didn’t indulge in often was the art of puppetry. Much like the way he had directed Kagehira and Nito once upon a time on the stage, Shu was actually quite proficient at handling the strings and motions of puppeteering. Though he didn’t own his own puppet.

Now that he was in Bellevue and had finally settled into something resembling somewhat of an actual schedule in regards to classes, work, and the time he spent nagging Kanata, he had been looking around the city for a store that either sold puppets or where he could buy parts to make one himself. He’d make his own from scratch, because he was so picky about things like that, but those skills weren’t in his skillset. Yet.

It had taken a while of searching but he’d found a small antique shop and a suitable puppet within the store had been procured. The first manner of business was clothing the puppet in a newer set of clothes. While the outfit it came with had been fairly nice, there were patches that needed fixing. Shu saved those for a later project, making a mental note to track down the fabric necessary to do so.

Matching the new outfit to one that was reminiscent to the old Valkyrie uniform felt natural. Even Mademoiselle had a matching dress.

His darling doll was sat with him as he worked, detailing out loud to her what he was doing. A black shirt like Kagehira had worn… the white ribbon that Nito had worn… the outer jacket that he himself had adorned. Shorts and leggings like Nito’s old uniform. Small black boots and a black feather earring like Kagehira had had. And a miniature top hat like the one that now sat at the back of his closet. There. A nice matching outfit to Mademoiselle’s dress.

Leaving the house with Mademoiselle on one arm and the new puppet on the other. Shu wandered for a while till he arrived at a fairly empty park and found a nice shaded area to settle down in. He carefully sat Mademoiselle down and stood before her, bowing to her and slowly, as if remembering the motions, directing his new puppet to do the same.

Happy with the smoothness of the puppet’s movements and the way the clothes he had made moved easily with the ways he was manipulating the doll, Shu sang as he directed the puppet into dancing across the grass, attention completely focused on this impromptu show and not on whether or not he was attracting attention.

      Kyouhei’s love of the earth often had him looking up local parks and trails to adventure in, so it was only a matter of time until he actually went to visit one, and why not do it in the best conditions?

      Between breathing the fresh, foresty-y air deeply and the feeling of the sun on his skin, what could be better? Aside from sitting in the dirt or running around with a dog, or some friends of course!

      It was a surprise he heard anything over the background noise of the park, but it was mostly because the noise was so striking/surprising that he sought it out.

      After all, what kind of person sang in public parks?

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      Curiosity driving him forwards, Kyouhei didn’t consider for a moment that his attention would be unwelcome as he approached the source of the noise from the side, stopping when he was close enough to see what was going on.

      “Is that a marionette?” He wondered out loud, leaning against a nearby tree with his hands in his pockets, content with listening to the person (male, pink hair) while he directed the puppet.

God tier combo || Open

tarucchi:

Everyone knows that the ultimate combo, the god tier of any meals, is coke, pizza and chips. Of course, he would settle for something more… gourmet, when it came to work reunions, but whenever he got ready for an all-night raid to grind some levels, the god tier combo made its glorious apparition.

A basket with three large cokes and several bags of chips hanging from his arm, Itaru was now looking for some frozen pizza he could warm up through the night.

A smile as he found someone looking for the same thing as himself

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“Ah, some top-tier taste~ Nothing can really win against pizza, amirite?”

      After a long day of studying, Kyouhei had desperately needed to go out and indulge in some greasy food, maybe even some soda and dessert if he remembered to bring enough money with him.

      The last thing his work-exhausted mind expected was someone to try to talk to him, and so his first reaction was to make a sleepy, startled noise and nearly drop the pizza he’d been (lowkey) drooling over.

      Slightly red from embarrassment, he lowered the box and turned his head to look at the person who’d spoken up, grinning brightly.

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        “Yeah, but I prefer to get take-out or homemade than store-bought, admittedly!” Kyouhei rechecked the kind of pizza he’d grabbed in his drowsy stupor (meat lovers, acceptable) and then placed it in his shopping basket. “You gettin’ pizza for any particular reason?”

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