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Post by vivi on Aug 17, 2007 8:02:03 GMT -5
"It means hurry up and come inside!" 'Hurry up and come inside?' But, if so, then why was this supposed to be a bad expression? Why did the adults have to raise their eyebrows in such an exaggerated way everytime young kids used it if it was such a harmless word? Something must be wrong. While he was still thinking about the newest mystery he had come upon, rain began to fall. Kyo seemed to panick and pulled him into the house. Haru noticed that his cousin had somehow become pale and more agitated than he already was. 'Kyo doesn"t like the rain' inferred Haru when his cousin left him in search for some towels. The little boy looked after his soaking wet cousin and stared out the window. It was dark and rain drops were playing a little concerto by knocking against he roof in erratic intervals. Haru liked the sound of the rain, it was somehow soothing...but at that time, he still didn't know what effects the rain had on Kyo. Little did he know about the dark secrets of his family and that his carefree days were soon going to end.
(sry for the shortness...mental blank)
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Post by Kyou Souma on Aug 20, 2007 23:32:44 GMT -5
He swung the cupboard open and stood up on tip-toes, reaching for the top of the shelf. His fingers mearly skimmed the bottoms of the folded towels. Grabbing hold of the the shelf in front of him, he stepped on a lower shelf and heaved himself up, flinging one of his arms in the air and attempting to grab one of the towels. He succeeded in getting one... and slipping off the shelf and landing in a heap of towels, sheets, and bottles of various bath products. He sat for a few seconds, eyes wide in shock from the fall, and breathing quickly. And as he looked around at the mess, all the tension seemed to just... break. He had been stressed, and angry, and tired. But now, as he serveyed the mess: sheets were tangled all around him, towels draped over his head and legs, bottles rolled randomly about the floor (a few had even burst open), he couldn't help noticing how funny this must look. All of what he had been feeling before only seemed to amplify the hilarity. So, this situation- which wasn't even that funny, really- somehow managed to crack a grin on Kyou's usually smirk-ridden face. A giggle bubbled up his throat and broke from his lips, evolving into full-out laughter. He leaned foward over his splayed-out legs and covered his face with his hands, trying to smother his fit of mirth. He shook his head, but it didn't seem to clear it either... or do anything, in fact. He clenched his teeth, sucked in his lips, and stood up, grabbing two towels and hustling back to Haru. "Sorry I took so long. I, erm... yes." He didn't really want Haru to know he had fallen. It was embarrassing. And if Haru laughed too, he would have to uphold his honor and deny the boy. Stop laughing! It wasn't funny, stupid! I could've been hurt! He thrust the towel in the other boy's face and tried a scowl, but it was unsuccessful yet again, the corners of his mouth twitched at the blank look on Haru's face. "Earth to space cadet! Helloo-o-o-o? Here's your towel!" He announced, shaking the towel, to the boy looking out of the window. The storm outside was getting even worse. Fat drops of water splattered and burst against the shingles of the roof into thousands of tiny droplets that flew in graceful arcs to the pull of gravity, landing and running down, down, down... along the sidewalk, into the soil of the garden- nurturing the greedy grass and flowers. It streamed down the window in tiny rivers- splitting and merging- all going to meet the edge of the house in ever-growing puddles. And so, you can understand that it made absolutely no sense whatsoever that Kyou was in a good mood. Cats HATE rain. It may be beautiful. Mystifying. But it still usually made him d.amn pissed off. What's wrong with me?, he mused, biting his bottom lip to keep it from spreading into a grin again, I mean... his expression isn't THAT funny... Oh, but it was. It was SO funny...
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Post by vivi on Aug 23, 2007 6:59:51 GMT -5
Hatsuharu sat down on the tatami floor and waited for his cousin to return. He spread out his short legs and placed his hands on his thighs. His hands didn't hurt anymore - at least he didn't notice it. How long had he already been there in the dojo? It appeared to have been a very long time to Haru - and he hadn't even started training yet. Still, he was pretty satisfied with everything so far because he found that Kyo was a comparatively nice guy. Not very gentle with his words, but he actually cared about the ox' injury. Of course, no one could take away Sohma Yuki's position in Haru's heart. Sohma Kyo was completely different from the kind mouse who would've never shouted that much like the cat. Haru had only spent a few minutes with Kyo and from these few minutes he already inferred that his cousin would re-appear with a grim face. Kyo had never smiled at him once until now so that the little boy was visibly taken aback when he was suddenly greeted by a wide ear-to-ear grin. Hatsuharu blushed and asked himself if he had done something wrong. Was Kyo laughing at him? Or why was he suddenly in such a good mood?
"Wha-what're you laughing at?"
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Post by Kyou Souma on Aug 23, 2007 13:34:42 GMT -5
DANG IT! Kyou mentally kicked himself. "I'm not laughing." This seemed to deny the obvious. So, he decided to stop further questioning in this vein. "Shut up. I'm not laughing!" He emphasized, as if trying to convince himself. Or reprimand himself. Or something. He snickered. NO! No, he did NOT. He did NOT snicker, or chuckle, or giggle, or laugh... or anything like that. Not when he was pissed off. And he WAS angry, of course. It was raining. Of course he was angry. Kyou clenched his teeth again. He was NOT about to smile. Oh, no.
"Take the towel already!" he ordered, then accused, "Or do you want my arm to fall off?!"
His arm didn't hurt that bad really. But he must not let Haru notice the enjoyment dancing in Kyou's eyes.
((ahhh! Short! Forgive meeee! *whimpers*))
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Post by vivi on Aug 25, 2007 7:46:07 GMT -5
((NOOO forgive me because my post isn't going to be shorter than yours! >.<))
"I'm not laughing." Haru didn't believe Kyo threw him a questioning glance. This action bestowed nothing good on Haru, for Kyo had already begun shouting again. Haru wasn't afraid of his cousin, but Kyo's sudden bursts of temper (which you could never predict) had an intimidating effect on the ushi. "Shut up. I'm not laughing!" "But you-" Haru began once again, before he was cut off in the middle of his sentence: "Take the towel already! Or do you want my arm to fall off?!" No, he didn't want to be blamed in case Kyo really lost his arm. People would chide him for being such a bad boy, for causing a cousin's arm to fall off. Hastily, he snatched the towel from Kyo's hands. "No, of course not! Thanks for the towel..."
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Post by Kyou Souma on Aug 25, 2007 16:06:37 GMT -5
Kyou glared at his cousin, who was sitting with the towel in hand looking slightly alarmed. "What? Are you just gonna sit there all day or are you gonna dry off? Hurry up before you catch a cold!" Kyou's tone made the concern in his words difficult to discern, but it was there. Not only had Kyou pushed the boy down the stairs earlier, but now his guest was soaking wet, too. And a thought struck him: I'm a terrible host! This is all my fault! How could I have been stupid enough to push him down the stairs? And then I let him stay down there and get soaking wet! Although he flushed, slightly, this didn't really seem to faze him at all. His inexplicable cheerfulness remained steady. He shook his head of the thought.
Then, he raised his towel and dabbed his face, rubbed it on his hair, and then draped it around his shoulders. "Hurry up," he repeated, almost forgetting to scowl. "so that I can look at your injuries."
He picked up the first-aid kit and, running his fingers along the top, undid the latches. Swinging open the top, his eyes glanced over all the items inside, seeing where everything was. He looked back up at Haru to see if the boy had finished.
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Post by vivi on Oct 6, 2007 5:08:09 GMT -5
"What? Are you just gonna sit there all day or are you gonna dry off? Hurry up before you catch a cold!"
"Yes, sir!" Haru sprang up and started drying his wet, white and black hair. But suddenly, his nose began to feel odd. "A-chooo!" The little boy snuffled and tried to supress another sneeze. But it was in vain, he couldn't bear the tickling in his nose anymore and this time, he sneezed into the towel. Why did he have to sneeze now? It was a bad timing for sneezes, since Kyo already looked very stressed by Haru's injury. Haru didn't want to cause him more trouble than he had already done and besides...when could they finally start practising?! "Ah, I think there was a fly in my nose..." Haru lied with an innocent smile and asked Kyo where the waste bin was. The towel was no more useable anymore.
"Hurry up, so that I can look at your injuries."
Haru looked at Kyo, then back at the first aid kit. Then he looked back at his cousin again and his eyes were sparkling. Kyo knew how to do first aid! "You really know how to do this?" he asked as he stretched out his hand "That's amazing!"
[I'm sorry it took me so long...I'm suffering from a mental blank]
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Post by Kyou Souma on Nov 7, 2007 20:52:44 GMT -5
Kyou's forefinger extended in the direction of the waste bin in reply to Haru's question. His other hand rested on his hip and his eyebrows angled downward, in a stern visage. "A fly?" he scoffed, "Yeah, right. You're sick!" His extended finger found itself directed right at Haru, now in accusation. Behind his accusatory finger, Haru's eyes seemed to widen and glimmer and the boy exclaimed to Kyou, "You really know how to do this? That's amazing!" And then Kyou froze. And he bit his lip. And he looked away, not bearing to make eye contact. "We-well... Yeah, I mostly sorta know it kinda... um... I... I..." he glanced back at Haru and immediately regretted it, "OF COURSE I KNOW HOW!" ...Silence. Kyou shifted his footing, uncomfortable. He looked at the first-aid kit. The first-aid kit looked at him. He took a step forward toward it. It stayed where it was. Quickly, he reached in and grabbed a package of disinfectant wipes, snatching his had back as soon as he got his fingers around it. Then, he looked at it. It looked at him. Finally, he sighed and ripped the top off, pulling out the damp cloth.
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Post by vivi on Nov 10, 2007 15:39:08 GMT -5
"We-well... Yeah, I mostly sorta know it kinda... um... I... I..."
Hatsuharu blinked. The upper part of his body slowly tilted to the right while he was trying to investigate Kyo's ('Why is he avoiding my gaze?') weird reaction. In certain aspects, he found his cousin quite interesting - Kyo was so much different from other persons he knew. Then, all of a sudden, Hatsuharu winced - he was once again taken aback by one of Kyo's unpredictable outbursts. "OF COURSE I KNOW HOW!"
At a very young age he had learned that as soon as someone raised his/her voice, it was the best to shut up and to keep quiet until the other spoke again. He remained sitting there, with closed lips, hopefully eavesdropping. Several minutes passed - but neither of them spoke. Instead, the orange-haired boy stepped to the first-aid-kid; with Haru staring at his back. The latter felt awful because of the silence, and hoped to break it soon. The young boy already had the perfect idea how to do this: A riddle!
"Ne, Kyo", he started with an enthusiastic voice, "do you know what's so fragile that it breaks as soon as you speak?"
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Post by Kyou Souma on Nov 11, 2007 14:23:17 GMT -5
((Silence!!!... <_<... But someone told me a few weeks ago...))
The silence stretched around the air like a rubber band... straining with tension... ready to SNAP! Kyou hefted the wipe and prompted Haru to raise his leg. He dabbed carefully on Haru's skinned knee, attempting to remove all the dirt and germs from the wound... or "disinfect" it as Shishou said. Dab. Dab. Dab. Dab. Da- Kyou jumped and he accidentally pressed harder on Haru's knee. His cousin's voice sang out, "Ne, Kyou! Do you know what's so fragile that it breaks as soon as you speak?" Kyou stared at him blankly for a few seconds, before grabbing Haru's arm and proceeding to dab at his elbow. "I don't know. What does it matter? Who cares?" Dab. Dab. Dab... a few seconds passed and he found himself actually thinking about it. So fragile... breaks when you speak? Kyou hardly watched TV, but he had seen it a few times. That one time with the karate master- that was why he always called Shishou "Shishou". Once there was this weird lady singing really, really loud and a wine glass in her hand had broken. It was scary. And loud. He had turned off the TV and run to Shishou, frightened. Of course he was really little then, not brave like he was now. Of course. Kyou commended his bravery.
And he muttered without looking at Haru, "Is it glass?" He threw the wipe away and reached for some healing ointment.
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