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tenipuri_xpRating: easy PG
Dated: Current is fine
Summary: A bad run in at the store leads to a new friendship.
The silvery haired boy officially couldn’t stand it anymore. Tugging down his white button up shirt, he growled slightly as it stuck to his skin and rose up revealing more than a little stomach. “Stupid static.” Tugging on a blue hooded sweatshirt, he peeked out into the hallway. He’d asked permission to just run to the store for some basic supplies, more or less pleaded unnecessarily. Convinced the halls were in fact empty, he started out slowly, shuffling his feet nervously. He wasn’t sure if the telepath would change her mind about letting him go before he left the school grounds, so he was playing it safe this time.
As he reached the gate at the end of the compound, he was still allowed outside. He’d isolated himself for so long both inside of the school and even after the accident it almost felt like an alien planet. Sun and grass, greeted him. The light warming his face and causing a small smile to spread. It’s a shame the world wasn’t ready for his type, but when it was, everything could be this beautiful! Anyway, on to the store!
After spending three weeks cooped up in his room and indoors Shishido was ready for some fresh air. That and he needed to replenish his supply of hair products and find something to use on his wings. He didn't trust anyone in the Brotherhood to not screw up his list of needed supplies so it was easiest to just go himself.
It had taken him a while to figure out how to walk around in public but if he wore a big enough trench coat then he could tuck his wings beneath it. As long as he wasn't jostled or startled there should be no problem. That didn't stop him from being paranoid though, he used to enjoy admiring looks but for once he wanted to be invisible. He didn't need the world seeing that he was really a freak. With a determined look he marched through the doors of the store and grabbed a basket before heading for the hair care aisle.
Ohtori entered the sliding doors, the cold air blowing his tangled and static-mussed hair around and making him pull up the hood a bit. As long as he were careful, no one would know he wasn’t ‘normal’ this was going to take focus, a lot of focus. Taking a deep breath, he hurried over to go and get what he needed. Pulling out his list, he frowned. This might just give him away…
”Electrical tape, light bulbs, starch, and rubber soled shoes.” Thinking, he decided it might be prudent to get a few more normal looking items as well. Grabbing several roles of the black tape and tossing them into a nearby basket, he moved on, finding bulbs to replace several that had felt the need to blow up all over his dorm. Finding the shoes, a few calculators, and the starch, he jogged down the aisle to find something too add to his basket to level the hardware with daily items.
Shishido held up two different bottles in his hand. They were both the same but one had a more cherry scent while the other leaned towards vanilla. Perhaps he would get both and give the almond cherry one to Lucky Charms and just stick with almond vanilla for himself. That settled he tossed both in his basket and started wandering down the aisle looking closely for anything that could be used for wings. Maybe he would have to go to the pet section - how embarrassing. Grumbling to himself about the unfairness of it all he rounded the corner in a hurry only to find himself running into something very solid and stumbling back into the aisle he had just came from. Normally he would have just yelled for the other person to watch where the hell he was going and to watch out about shocking people but he could feel his wings fluttering under the coat and his eyes immediately shot open in slight panic… and did he just get shocked?
Ohtori had been distractedly trying to think of what he could throw in his basket as he rounded the corner. The store was nearly empty as far as he could tell, so the last thing he had expected was to crash into another person. The person hit pretty hard, making him drop his basket and accidentally shock him a bit. Nothing too bad this time. Looking up, he started to apologize but was frozen, with his mouth agape as the back of his jacket seemed to be …flapping? “Are-are you okay?” He tried to look around his back to see what was happening.
Shishido stepped back so that his back was nearly pressed up against the shelf. "I'm fine! I was better until someone ran into me though." Maybe if he was rude to what he now saw was a tall teen he would take the hint and leave him alone. "And pick up your feet when you walk or something, you shocked me! Now leave me alone!" Obviously the yelling wasn't helping him calm his wings down though as they continued to bristle under the jacket. He must look like an idiot.
“Oh god, I shocked you? I am so sorry!” The shorter looking boy’s jacket was really moving and making Ohtori very nervous. Something was not right about this guy at all, he was too angry for one thing and really he was clearly hiding…”You’re one of them! Of us I mean!” He stumbled backwards then, tripping over his own basket and crashing into one of the wall displays, the lights overhead flickering dangerously.
"What? It's fine, just go away." Shishido tried to move further back but there was nowhere else to go and then the taller boy said what he had feared. His wings flapped dangerously, poking out from his jacket from Shishido's nervousness. "Us?!" He said startled and then stunned as he watched the other fall over backwards. Shishido in his shock forgot to attempt to control his wings letting them fly up in surprise, knocking bottles of shampoo off the shelf. "What the hell are you doing?!" He yelled, torn between running and helping the other boy he stood there and did nothing, wings fluttering in agitation.
Brown eyes widened as wings revealed themselves, feathers ruffled from being stuck under that bulky jacket. They’d both be caught if the dark haired boy didn’t calm down and hide them again. Diving forward, he tried to push the wings down, accidentally releasing electricity into the air. Frowning at the slight crackling sounds, he tried again to push the appendages back in the jacket. “Trying to help!”
Before Shishido could react he was being assaulted by the stranger. "What the hell? Damnit! Back off!" He tried pushing the taller boy away who was poking at his wings and randomly shocking him at the same time. And were the lights overhead flickering? This was so uncool. "You're making things worse. Let go!" His wings flapped in protest against the rough handling as Shishido tried to push back the offending hands. He would get caught if the weirdo didn't stop his nonsense soon.
“Do you want to get us caught?” He growled back trying again and getting smacked with a wingtip to the jaw. Falling backwards again he gasped as the bulbs over head started to blow up in showers of orange sparks and glass shards. “Oh no!” He curled his legs under himself and tried to cover his face and calm down. He wasn’t helping at all, he was making trouble.
"Shit!" Shishido yelled as the lights overhead shattered causing his wings to fly up even more from under his coat as they wrapped around him to shield him from the glass. Peaking out from under his arms, coat and wings he spotted the other boy crackling slightly and balled up on the floor. "Hey! We don't have time for that, we have to get out of here!" He moved to the stranger and gently kicked him with the rubber sole of his shoe. "Get a hold of yourself!"
Looking up as he was kicked, Ohtori nodded and blushed, looking nearly ready to cry. “Right.” He deserted his things, and quickly stood dusting some glass off of his shoulders. “Cover those and run!” He could hear cop cars on the distance, a distress call over raging mutants tearing up the store. It was just an accident. Grabbing a slim wrist, and not particularly caring that he was shocking the other boy, he darted for the door, the other in tow.
Cover his wings up while he was being constantly shocked? Not likely. Still, with his free hand Shishido attempted to throw his coat over his wings, satisfied he focused on running and was soon dragging the strange mutant to keep up with him as they sped out of the store, through the parking lot and into the nearby park. "Stupid cops, stupid store, stupid wings, stupid mutants who electrify things" He muttered as he sprinted to a secluded spot behind a bunch of trees.
Releasing his wrist as they came to a stop, he sat up against the tree still clearly shaken. Studying his hands for a moment, he listened while the other rampaged on his list of stupid things, including himself. Frowning slightly, he looked up. “M’not stupid. It was a mistake, you know.” He moved closer to the tree to stay better hidden. His mother had warned him that if people knew what he was they would be very angry with him. “And, I am sorry I shocked you.”
Shishido sat down by some bushes and pulled off his jacket, it was a secluded enough spot that nobody would spot them besides after all that excitement his wings needed a break. They fluttered behind him restlessly as he stared at the other mutant. "A freak who can't learn to control his powers in a stupid store is stupid."
He frowned and patted down his hair, he would have to use a leave in conditioner to combat the frizz. Conditioner he didn't have because they had to flee from the store… just great. "Yeah, yeah. You know I could have run without you dragging me along and giving my hair electrotherapy. My feathers didn't appreciate it much either." Not that Shishido was a big fan of his wings but since he was stuck with them he might as make them look their best, and charred feathers did not make for beautiful wings.
“Well no offense but you didn’t…” He sighed, the other boy was right actually…”I am not stupid and they were under control…at first.” No one would have known he was a mutant at all if that run in hadn’t happened, and he’d probably be safe in his room again. He froze, eyes widening slightly. “And I am not a freak!” More or less.
What a rude and vain person! “Your hair should have been the least of your concerns! Someone could have been hurt in that mess!” He was upset; the last thing he wanted was more injured people on his conscience. Crossing his arms, he frowned. “Speaking of, you’re alright, right?”
"I've only had wings for a few weeks, excuse me oh great one if I'm not up to your standard of control." Shishido remarked back, feathers ruffling at the confrontation. He knew he had to learn more control, but he thought he was doing fairly well considering how little time he had had to get used to a couple of new appendages growing out of his back. "And we're both freaks." Especially since they both had to run out of the store to avoid a beating by cops.
Shishido frowned a bit at the next point the silver haired boy brought up, he was a bit selfish, but it's hard to care about people who want you dead. "The store was practically empty, I'm sure everyone was fine." It was times like these where he wished he could just flop down on his back and stare up at nothing, the gentle rustling of his wings reminded him why that was not an option. "I'm fine. You?"
“I didn’t say that! I was just saying you were calling a kettle black.” He sighed and tried to pat down his hair. That failing, he slid his hands into the hooded shirt and fight with his undershirt which had managed to crawl up to his ribs. Realizing that was failing, he pulled the dark blue cover up off, and tried to fight with his shirt again. “Neither of us are freaks.”
Losing the battle with his static problem, he flopped on his back in the grass and sighed. “I hope you are right.” He stretched and frowned again thoughtfully. He had to find something to be happy about. “I’m glad you’re okay. I could have really hurt you…” he trailed off, thinking about the accident again. “I’ll be fine.”
"Fine, not freaks. Happy?" Shishido watched as Ohtori laid down in the exact way he had wanted to, laying down on your stomach just wasn't the same. "How long have you had your powers? With a power that dangerous it's more important to get control than it is for me." He flapped his wings causing a soft breeze and showing just how safe they were. He moved closer to the other boy who seemed to be a bit depressed so he could look down at him. He noticed how his clothes seemed to be clinging to him and how his hair stood on end - static was such a pain. "I'm made of tougher stuff than that, it would take more than a few shocks to hurt me." And for the most part that was true, he didn't have the strongest healing powers but they did their job.
“Sure.” He lied; he just pretended to be happy most of the time. Smiling anyway, he looked up at the other and shrugged. “Since I was about 13.” He’d just never bothered learning to control it much, and just opted to stay out of people’s way and become a shy, quiet person. He watched the flapping wings and smiled a little. “I know I can be dangerous, I am working on controlling them. Can you actually fly?” He sat up a bit, moving away from the other boy, he’d gotten used to keeping space between himself and others. He reached out slightly, nearly touching the wings before pulling back and rubbing his arm self-consciously. He didn’t like when his sibling stuck light bulbs by him when he slept, so there was a good chance this boy wouldn’t like being touched. “Alright, as long as you are alright.”
"13? That's a long time. Wow, that must have been hard in school." Shishido was impressed that the boy had lasted this long without being caught since his control of his powers were less than stellar. But at least he was working on it now, and he probably didn't need any more lectures on how foolish it was to put off learning it for so long.
Shishido flapped his wings idly, "The muscles are too weak still. But I should be able to one day." As a curious hand approached his wings he slowly drew them back and only relaxed when the hand withdrew. "I'm Shishido Ryou by the way." Despite the rough start, the kid wasn't that bad, and it wasn't everyday he met a mutant who didn't call him a chicken.
“It wasn’t. I wound up being home schooled after we found out. We just moved here when I was found out.” He frowned remembering how even his friends from the ball league didn’t come to say goodbye as he left town. He’d fought back tears the whole trip to his current home. “Good luck, I hope it is soon.” He smiled again, hopefully.
”Ohtori Choutarou.” He replied, scratching at his arm, and giving the bottom of his shirt a final tug, he really could have used that starch. Moving his hands down, he tangled his fingers together and stared at them resting between his gangly knees. “Nice to meet you.”
Shishido watched the other's face and wondered what they had to move for but decided not to pursue it. "Yeah, it will be nice when I can put these anomalies to use. They're just annoying right now." He kept bumping into things with them, and they tended to flap whenever he was upset. It was such a pain. "Nice to meet you to Ohtori. And I guess both our shopping days were ruined." He could still hear sirens off in the distance and he could just hear the lecture coming when he got back to the brotherhood. What a day…
Ohtori couldn’t help but wonder if the two strange leaders of his school could sense what was happening right now, and if so, how much trouble he could be in. “at least they look kind of nice, in a way.” He was trying to be optimistic for Shishido now. “They could have been something a lot worse, eh? At least you can’t hurt anyone with those.” He smiled and nodded. “I think I’ll have to start shopping in another store, so they don’t recognize me.” He watched another cop car and a news van arrive, and sighed. “Yup, definitely going to be in trouble.”
"In a way?" Shishido looked over at his wings and huffed, they were a bit ruffled now. But normally he would never settle for nice in a way. "I think they're more angelic, you just caught them at a bad time." He may not like his wings, but damn if he was going to let someone insult them. "I think we'll both be shopping in different stores." He sighed as another news van arrived. Life hated him.
“Well, it’s just…I’ve never seen anyone with wings before and I didn’t think you wanted me to say they were pretty.” He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry I ruffled you up so badly.” Studying the store from their hideout, he nodded. “I think so, sorry it was really all my fault. I should have been more careful.” Leaning back against the tree, he smiled faintly, “Angel boy and electric freak battle in local store, more at 11.” Ohtori sighed and winced as the camera crew dashed into the store to cover what could be a big story.
Shishido smirked at Ohtori's confession, "You can call my wings pretty if you want, just don't call rest of me that ok?" Because then he would just be mortified. He was not a girl damn it, even if he did care about his hair. He watched the news crew run into the store and chuckled, "Nice names but it would be more like Fallen Angel or Angelic weirdo depending on their angle. They're a bunch of idiots." His wings flapped slightly, feathers working their way back to some order.
“Fair enough.” He sat and watched them interviewing a supposed panicked witness that he hadn’t even seen in the store. “the rest of you is nice too though.” He clapped hands over his mouth and blushed, quickly turning back to the news team. “I’m afraid any angel references will immediately place me as a demon or something. The media…” He was avoiding eye contact now, and swearing it was just his nerves making him say what he was thinking out loud.
Shishido blinked at Ohtori for a moment before laughing, "Thank you." He said, it had been a while since he had received such an honest compliment. It was nice. "And trust me, I'm only angelic in looks and you are no demon. Especially if the constant apologizing and worrying is anything to go by. Why do you care about them anyway?" He moved to get a better look at the news crews by the store, careful to keep hidden from view. "Were half those people even in the store? Bastards." Always looking for a way to make people fear the mutants.
“I-I guess so.” He smiled, relieved he hadn’t been questioned about his little complements. Looking over at the crew, he sighed. “We want a world where mutants…I prefer gifted, by the way, and average people are not afraid of each other, and frankly they are not making that goal easy at all.” Studying a few people, he swore one of them was wearing an arm brace that wasn’t there before. “I don’t think most of the people there were in the store at all. We’re in serious trouble…”
Shishido stared at Ohtori as if he had grown a second head. "You want what? Hate to burst your bubble, but they hate us. I mean really hate us. I don't think your goal is going to be easy." Ohtori must be one those Ryuhana hippies he had heard the others talking about. What was the Brotherhood's mantra again? Something about being the better race… he should probably look into that but right now he had more important things to be concerned with. "They're making this into a frickin spectacle. We can't be blamed for this circus." He was not taking the fall for this when he didn't do anything.
“You make it sound stupid when you say it like that.” He frowned slightly, and watched the scene unfold and people start to leave. “And I know it won’t be easy, but it is a goal worth the struggle. Don’t you want to make things right?” Watching the news vans leave, he smiled a little more. “We will be blamed. But that just means we have to work harder.”
"People have different thoughts on what's right…" He trailed off as he watched the last of the news vans leave. "I should probably get back before that airs everywhere." He moved to go pick up his coat, wings swaying as he walked. "Hey." He looked over his shoulder at Ohtori, "Next time we meet, learn a bit of control and I'll help you pick out some stuff to calm down your hair. Alright?" That was the closest offer to friendship and forgiveness Shishido would ever say.
“Yes, I don’t want to get you in trouble or anything.” He looked almost disheartened, this was the first ‘gifted’ person he’d met outside of school, and really he was incredibly interesting to talk to. As the winged boy spoke, he perked up a bit from where he sat. “…Really?” Did that mean that Shishido wanted to hang out again? And on second thought, “Are you saying my hair is that bad?”
Shishido actually found it in himself to chuckle, "I think it's too late for keeping me out of trouble don't you think so." He gestured to the store that still had a couple police cars in front of it, a wing fanning out to point with his arm. He drew his hand back in, swatting down his wing with a snarl. "Yes really, I don't need police showing up every time we see each other." He really wasn't making plans to see the other mutant anytime soon but something about his big brown eyes and optimism just drew him in. He tossed on his coat, carefully making sure his wings were covered. "And your hair's not that bad. But it could use some help." Heavy leave in conditioner and defrizzing serum would be a big step in the right direction.
“Good point.” He covered a smile with his hand as the wing pointed with his arm, it seemed they had a mind of their own. Dropping his hand again, he stood up and took a final glance at the mess of the store, and shrugged. “Next time, no police. Got it.”
Watching the shorter boy put on his coat, Ohtori decided to put on his hoody again. He really should consider tying them down or something. Reaching up, he toyed with his own hair again and nodded in agreement, “fair enough, I hope we see each other again really soon!”
"No police, and no exploding lights." Shishido added on before turning to start walking off. "We'll see each other. I know where to find you after all." He waved, causing his wings to ruffle beneath his coat before he started walking away from the secluded spot and the too tall and polite mutant.
“Goodbye Shishido-san.”
Grinning brightly, he turned and walked the opposite direction, suddenly feeling a whole lot more optimistic. And it sounded like the boy might just pop up one day and surprise him, which was something to look forward to. He paused, seeing a large white feather in the grass. Bowing down, he grabbed it and smiled, slipping it into his back pocket and heading back to the school.
Dated: Current is fine
Summary: A bad run in at the store leads to a new friendship.
The silvery haired boy officially couldn’t stand it anymore. Tugging down his white button up shirt, he growled slightly as it stuck to his skin and rose up revealing more than a little stomach. “Stupid static.” Tugging on a blue hooded sweatshirt, he peeked out into the hallway. He’d asked permission to just run to the store for some basic supplies, more or less pleaded unnecessarily. Convinced the halls were in fact empty, he started out slowly, shuffling his feet nervously. He wasn’t sure if the telepath would change her mind about letting him go before he left the school grounds, so he was playing it safe this time.
As he reached the gate at the end of the compound, he was still allowed outside. He’d isolated himself for so long both inside of the school and even after the accident it almost felt like an alien planet. Sun and grass, greeted him. The light warming his face and causing a small smile to spread. It’s a shame the world wasn’t ready for his type, but when it was, everything could be this beautiful! Anyway, on to the store!
After spending three weeks cooped up in his room and indoors Shishido was ready for some fresh air. That and he needed to replenish his supply of hair products and find something to use on his wings. He didn't trust anyone in the Brotherhood to not screw up his list of needed supplies so it was easiest to just go himself.
It had taken him a while to figure out how to walk around in public but if he wore a big enough trench coat then he could tuck his wings beneath it. As long as he wasn't jostled or startled there should be no problem. That didn't stop him from being paranoid though, he used to enjoy admiring looks but for once he wanted to be invisible. He didn't need the world seeing that he was really a freak. With a determined look he marched through the doors of the store and grabbed a basket before heading for the hair care aisle.
Ohtori entered the sliding doors, the cold air blowing his tangled and static-mussed hair around and making him pull up the hood a bit. As long as he were careful, no one would know he wasn’t ‘normal’ this was going to take focus, a lot of focus. Taking a deep breath, he hurried over to go and get what he needed. Pulling out his list, he frowned. This might just give him away…
”Electrical tape, light bulbs, starch, and rubber soled shoes.” Thinking, he decided it might be prudent to get a few more normal looking items as well. Grabbing several roles of the black tape and tossing them into a nearby basket, he moved on, finding bulbs to replace several that had felt the need to blow up all over his dorm. Finding the shoes, a few calculators, and the starch, he jogged down the aisle to find something too add to his basket to level the hardware with daily items.
Shishido held up two different bottles in his hand. They were both the same but one had a more cherry scent while the other leaned towards vanilla. Perhaps he would get both and give the almond cherry one to Lucky Charms and just stick with almond vanilla for himself. That settled he tossed both in his basket and started wandering down the aisle looking closely for anything that could be used for wings. Maybe he would have to go to the pet section - how embarrassing. Grumbling to himself about the unfairness of it all he rounded the corner in a hurry only to find himself running into something very solid and stumbling back into the aisle he had just came from. Normally he would have just yelled for the other person to watch where the hell he was going and to watch out about shocking people but he could feel his wings fluttering under the coat and his eyes immediately shot open in slight panic… and did he just get shocked?
Ohtori had been distractedly trying to think of what he could throw in his basket as he rounded the corner. The store was nearly empty as far as he could tell, so the last thing he had expected was to crash into another person. The person hit pretty hard, making him drop his basket and accidentally shock him a bit. Nothing too bad this time. Looking up, he started to apologize but was frozen, with his mouth agape as the back of his jacket seemed to be …flapping? “Are-are you okay?” He tried to look around his back to see what was happening.
Shishido stepped back so that his back was nearly pressed up against the shelf. "I'm fine! I was better until someone ran into me though." Maybe if he was rude to what he now saw was a tall teen he would take the hint and leave him alone. "And pick up your feet when you walk or something, you shocked me! Now leave me alone!" Obviously the yelling wasn't helping him calm his wings down though as they continued to bristle under the jacket. He must look like an idiot.
“Oh god, I shocked you? I am so sorry!” The shorter looking boy’s jacket was really moving and making Ohtori very nervous. Something was not right about this guy at all, he was too angry for one thing and really he was clearly hiding…”You’re one of them! Of us I mean!” He stumbled backwards then, tripping over his own basket and crashing into one of the wall displays, the lights overhead flickering dangerously.
"What? It's fine, just go away." Shishido tried to move further back but there was nowhere else to go and then the taller boy said what he had feared. His wings flapped dangerously, poking out from his jacket from Shishido's nervousness. "Us?!" He said startled and then stunned as he watched the other fall over backwards. Shishido in his shock forgot to attempt to control his wings letting them fly up in surprise, knocking bottles of shampoo off the shelf. "What the hell are you doing?!" He yelled, torn between running and helping the other boy he stood there and did nothing, wings fluttering in agitation.
Brown eyes widened as wings revealed themselves, feathers ruffled from being stuck under that bulky jacket. They’d both be caught if the dark haired boy didn’t calm down and hide them again. Diving forward, he tried to push the wings down, accidentally releasing electricity into the air. Frowning at the slight crackling sounds, he tried again to push the appendages back in the jacket. “Trying to help!”
Before Shishido could react he was being assaulted by the stranger. "What the hell? Damnit! Back off!" He tried pushing the taller boy away who was poking at his wings and randomly shocking him at the same time. And were the lights overhead flickering? This was so uncool. "You're making things worse. Let go!" His wings flapped in protest against the rough handling as Shishido tried to push back the offending hands. He would get caught if the weirdo didn't stop his nonsense soon.
“Do you want to get us caught?” He growled back trying again and getting smacked with a wingtip to the jaw. Falling backwards again he gasped as the bulbs over head started to blow up in showers of orange sparks and glass shards. “Oh no!” He curled his legs under himself and tried to cover his face and calm down. He wasn’t helping at all, he was making trouble.
"Shit!" Shishido yelled as the lights overhead shattered causing his wings to fly up even more from under his coat as they wrapped around him to shield him from the glass. Peaking out from under his arms, coat and wings he spotted the other boy crackling slightly and balled up on the floor. "Hey! We don't have time for that, we have to get out of here!" He moved to the stranger and gently kicked him with the rubber sole of his shoe. "Get a hold of yourself!"
Looking up as he was kicked, Ohtori nodded and blushed, looking nearly ready to cry. “Right.” He deserted his things, and quickly stood dusting some glass off of his shoulders. “Cover those and run!” He could hear cop cars on the distance, a distress call over raging mutants tearing up the store. It was just an accident. Grabbing a slim wrist, and not particularly caring that he was shocking the other boy, he darted for the door, the other in tow.
Cover his wings up while he was being constantly shocked? Not likely. Still, with his free hand Shishido attempted to throw his coat over his wings, satisfied he focused on running and was soon dragging the strange mutant to keep up with him as they sped out of the store, through the parking lot and into the nearby park. "Stupid cops, stupid store, stupid wings, stupid mutants who electrify things" He muttered as he sprinted to a secluded spot behind a bunch of trees.
Releasing his wrist as they came to a stop, he sat up against the tree still clearly shaken. Studying his hands for a moment, he listened while the other rampaged on his list of stupid things, including himself. Frowning slightly, he looked up. “M’not stupid. It was a mistake, you know.” He moved closer to the tree to stay better hidden. His mother had warned him that if people knew what he was they would be very angry with him. “And, I am sorry I shocked you.”
Shishido sat down by some bushes and pulled off his jacket, it was a secluded enough spot that nobody would spot them besides after all that excitement his wings needed a break. They fluttered behind him restlessly as he stared at the other mutant. "A freak who can't learn to control his powers in a stupid store is stupid."
He frowned and patted down his hair, he would have to use a leave in conditioner to combat the frizz. Conditioner he didn't have because they had to flee from the store… just great. "Yeah, yeah. You know I could have run without you dragging me along and giving my hair electrotherapy. My feathers didn't appreciate it much either." Not that Shishido was a big fan of his wings but since he was stuck with them he might as make them look their best, and charred feathers did not make for beautiful wings.
“Well no offense but you didn’t…” He sighed, the other boy was right actually…”I am not stupid and they were under control…at first.” No one would have known he was a mutant at all if that run in hadn’t happened, and he’d probably be safe in his room again. He froze, eyes widening slightly. “And I am not a freak!” More or less.
What a rude and vain person! “Your hair should have been the least of your concerns! Someone could have been hurt in that mess!” He was upset; the last thing he wanted was more injured people on his conscience. Crossing his arms, he frowned. “Speaking of, you’re alright, right?”
"I've only had wings for a few weeks, excuse me oh great one if I'm not up to your standard of control." Shishido remarked back, feathers ruffling at the confrontation. He knew he had to learn more control, but he thought he was doing fairly well considering how little time he had had to get used to a couple of new appendages growing out of his back. "And we're both freaks." Especially since they both had to run out of the store to avoid a beating by cops.
Shishido frowned a bit at the next point the silver haired boy brought up, he was a bit selfish, but it's hard to care about people who want you dead. "The store was practically empty, I'm sure everyone was fine." It was times like these where he wished he could just flop down on his back and stare up at nothing, the gentle rustling of his wings reminded him why that was not an option. "I'm fine. You?"
“I didn’t say that! I was just saying you were calling a kettle black.” He sighed and tried to pat down his hair. That failing, he slid his hands into the hooded shirt and fight with his undershirt which had managed to crawl up to his ribs. Realizing that was failing, he pulled the dark blue cover up off, and tried to fight with his shirt again. “Neither of us are freaks.”
Losing the battle with his static problem, he flopped on his back in the grass and sighed. “I hope you are right.” He stretched and frowned again thoughtfully. He had to find something to be happy about. “I’m glad you’re okay. I could have really hurt you…” he trailed off, thinking about the accident again. “I’ll be fine.”
"Fine, not freaks. Happy?" Shishido watched as Ohtori laid down in the exact way he had wanted to, laying down on your stomach just wasn't the same. "How long have you had your powers? With a power that dangerous it's more important to get control than it is for me." He flapped his wings causing a soft breeze and showing just how safe they were. He moved closer to the other boy who seemed to be a bit depressed so he could look down at him. He noticed how his clothes seemed to be clinging to him and how his hair stood on end - static was such a pain. "I'm made of tougher stuff than that, it would take more than a few shocks to hurt me." And for the most part that was true, he didn't have the strongest healing powers but they did their job.
“Sure.” He lied; he just pretended to be happy most of the time. Smiling anyway, he looked up at the other and shrugged. “Since I was about 13.” He’d just never bothered learning to control it much, and just opted to stay out of people’s way and become a shy, quiet person. He watched the flapping wings and smiled a little. “I know I can be dangerous, I am working on controlling them. Can you actually fly?” He sat up a bit, moving away from the other boy, he’d gotten used to keeping space between himself and others. He reached out slightly, nearly touching the wings before pulling back and rubbing his arm self-consciously. He didn’t like when his sibling stuck light bulbs by him when he slept, so there was a good chance this boy wouldn’t like being touched. “Alright, as long as you are alright.”
"13? That's a long time. Wow, that must have been hard in school." Shishido was impressed that the boy had lasted this long without being caught since his control of his powers were less than stellar. But at least he was working on it now, and he probably didn't need any more lectures on how foolish it was to put off learning it for so long.
Shishido flapped his wings idly, "The muscles are too weak still. But I should be able to one day." As a curious hand approached his wings he slowly drew them back and only relaxed when the hand withdrew. "I'm Shishido Ryou by the way." Despite the rough start, the kid wasn't that bad, and it wasn't everyday he met a mutant who didn't call him a chicken.
“It wasn’t. I wound up being home schooled after we found out. We just moved here when I was found out.” He frowned remembering how even his friends from the ball league didn’t come to say goodbye as he left town. He’d fought back tears the whole trip to his current home. “Good luck, I hope it is soon.” He smiled again, hopefully.
”Ohtori Choutarou.” He replied, scratching at his arm, and giving the bottom of his shirt a final tug, he really could have used that starch. Moving his hands down, he tangled his fingers together and stared at them resting between his gangly knees. “Nice to meet you.”
Shishido watched the other's face and wondered what they had to move for but decided not to pursue it. "Yeah, it will be nice when I can put these anomalies to use. They're just annoying right now." He kept bumping into things with them, and they tended to flap whenever he was upset. It was such a pain. "Nice to meet you to Ohtori. And I guess both our shopping days were ruined." He could still hear sirens off in the distance and he could just hear the lecture coming when he got back to the brotherhood. What a day…
Ohtori couldn’t help but wonder if the two strange leaders of his school could sense what was happening right now, and if so, how much trouble he could be in. “at least they look kind of nice, in a way.” He was trying to be optimistic for Shishido now. “They could have been something a lot worse, eh? At least you can’t hurt anyone with those.” He smiled and nodded. “I think I’ll have to start shopping in another store, so they don’t recognize me.” He watched another cop car and a news van arrive, and sighed. “Yup, definitely going to be in trouble.”
"In a way?" Shishido looked over at his wings and huffed, they were a bit ruffled now. But normally he would never settle for nice in a way. "I think they're more angelic, you just caught them at a bad time." He may not like his wings, but damn if he was going to let someone insult them. "I think we'll both be shopping in different stores." He sighed as another news van arrived. Life hated him.
“Well, it’s just…I’ve never seen anyone with wings before and I didn’t think you wanted me to say they were pretty.” He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry I ruffled you up so badly.” Studying the store from their hideout, he nodded. “I think so, sorry it was really all my fault. I should have been more careful.” Leaning back against the tree, he smiled faintly, “Angel boy and electric freak battle in local store, more at 11.” Ohtori sighed and winced as the camera crew dashed into the store to cover what could be a big story.
Shishido smirked at Ohtori's confession, "You can call my wings pretty if you want, just don't call rest of me that ok?" Because then he would just be mortified. He was not a girl damn it, even if he did care about his hair. He watched the news crew run into the store and chuckled, "Nice names but it would be more like Fallen Angel or Angelic weirdo depending on their angle. They're a bunch of idiots." His wings flapped slightly, feathers working their way back to some order.
“Fair enough.” He sat and watched them interviewing a supposed panicked witness that he hadn’t even seen in the store. “the rest of you is nice too though.” He clapped hands over his mouth and blushed, quickly turning back to the news team. “I’m afraid any angel references will immediately place me as a demon or something. The media…” He was avoiding eye contact now, and swearing it was just his nerves making him say what he was thinking out loud.
Shishido blinked at Ohtori for a moment before laughing, "Thank you." He said, it had been a while since he had received such an honest compliment. It was nice. "And trust me, I'm only angelic in looks and you are no demon. Especially if the constant apologizing and worrying is anything to go by. Why do you care about them anyway?" He moved to get a better look at the news crews by the store, careful to keep hidden from view. "Were half those people even in the store? Bastards." Always looking for a way to make people fear the mutants.
“I-I guess so.” He smiled, relieved he hadn’t been questioned about his little complements. Looking over at the crew, he sighed. “We want a world where mutants…I prefer gifted, by the way, and average people are not afraid of each other, and frankly they are not making that goal easy at all.” Studying a few people, he swore one of them was wearing an arm brace that wasn’t there before. “I don’t think most of the people there were in the store at all. We’re in serious trouble…”
Shishido stared at Ohtori as if he had grown a second head. "You want what? Hate to burst your bubble, but they hate us. I mean really hate us. I don't think your goal is going to be easy." Ohtori must be one those Ryuhana hippies he had heard the others talking about. What was the Brotherhood's mantra again? Something about being the better race… he should probably look into that but right now he had more important things to be concerned with. "They're making this into a frickin spectacle. We can't be blamed for this circus." He was not taking the fall for this when he didn't do anything.
“You make it sound stupid when you say it like that.” He frowned slightly, and watched the scene unfold and people start to leave. “And I know it won’t be easy, but it is a goal worth the struggle. Don’t you want to make things right?” Watching the news vans leave, he smiled a little more. “We will be blamed. But that just means we have to work harder.”
"People have different thoughts on what's right…" He trailed off as he watched the last of the news vans leave. "I should probably get back before that airs everywhere." He moved to go pick up his coat, wings swaying as he walked. "Hey." He looked over his shoulder at Ohtori, "Next time we meet, learn a bit of control and I'll help you pick out some stuff to calm down your hair. Alright?" That was the closest offer to friendship and forgiveness Shishido would ever say.
“Yes, I don’t want to get you in trouble or anything.” He looked almost disheartened, this was the first ‘gifted’ person he’d met outside of school, and really he was incredibly interesting to talk to. As the winged boy spoke, he perked up a bit from where he sat. “…Really?” Did that mean that Shishido wanted to hang out again? And on second thought, “Are you saying my hair is that bad?”
Shishido actually found it in himself to chuckle, "I think it's too late for keeping me out of trouble don't you think so." He gestured to the store that still had a couple police cars in front of it, a wing fanning out to point with his arm. He drew his hand back in, swatting down his wing with a snarl. "Yes really, I don't need police showing up every time we see each other." He really wasn't making plans to see the other mutant anytime soon but something about his big brown eyes and optimism just drew him in. He tossed on his coat, carefully making sure his wings were covered. "And your hair's not that bad. But it could use some help." Heavy leave in conditioner and defrizzing serum would be a big step in the right direction.
“Good point.” He covered a smile with his hand as the wing pointed with his arm, it seemed they had a mind of their own. Dropping his hand again, he stood up and took a final glance at the mess of the store, and shrugged. “Next time, no police. Got it.”
Watching the shorter boy put on his coat, Ohtori decided to put on his hoody again. He really should consider tying them down or something. Reaching up, he toyed with his own hair again and nodded in agreement, “fair enough, I hope we see each other again really soon!”
"No police, and no exploding lights." Shishido added on before turning to start walking off. "We'll see each other. I know where to find you after all." He waved, causing his wings to ruffle beneath his coat before he started walking away from the secluded spot and the too tall and polite mutant.
“Goodbye Shishido-san.”
Grinning brightly, he turned and walked the opposite direction, suddenly feeling a whole lot more optimistic. And it sounded like the boy might just pop up one day and surprise him, which was something to look forward to. He paused, seeing a large white feather in the grass. Bowing down, he grabbed it and smiled, slipping it into his back pocket and heading back to the school.
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