[RP LOG] Osamu, Kenya

[probabilityman.livejournal.com]

Date: Backdated to like...October 30th.
Rating: PG for swearing and stuff
Summary: Kenya goes to see the Nakamura building and Osamu tries to recruit him for BH...it doesn't go all that well.


Osamu was going to have a guest over for once. And not just any guest. This particular guest could potentially be his roommate. However, he wasn't going to be any old, run-of-the-mill roommate either. In fact, this guy who was coming over was suspected to be a mutant, according to Osamu's reliable sources. 'Suspected' meaning 'not confirmed' meaning Osamu was going to have to find out if this guy could be 'embraced by the Brotherhood' or some shit like that.

In any case, any normal person would clean the place up to make it more 'appealing' and 'homey' for the potential roommate; however, the apartment was definitely not clean and Hell, his 'former roommate' hadn't even left yet! Well, Miyuki wasn't there per say; she was off doing God knows what-- in fact, he hadn't seen her all that often ever since their little fallout. But nevertheless, her girly shit was still strewn about the apartment and like Hell was Osamu going to touch any of that. So there he stood on his cushy couch in the middle of the living room, half pondering if he should actually walk or hit the guy in the face with his mutantcy (the floor was cold!), while the other half of his brain was working on processing the report that was given to him.

"Oshitari Kenya," he mumbled the name aloud, wiggling his socked toes a bit. "Who the Hell names their kid after a country?"

Kenya at the moment was on the front entrance of the building, staring upwards and checked the address he wrote down earlier. Nakamura building. This was it alright. He had gone out on the streets earlier to hear what gossip and info was to be had about this place and word was that a lot of mutants lived here. He scratched his head. Well, he can deal with that if he had to. This place looked a lot better than his current one and as an added bonus it was closer to his job as well. He shivered as a cold wind blew past him and pressed the buzzer. Well, time to take a look at the inside and meet his potential roommate.

Oh, that must be the guy. Osamu glanced down and stared at the floor for a moment before hopping down, socked feet touching polished wood. Hm, maybe they should just carpet the whole thing over. He shuffled his way to the intercom and pressed the button.

"Oshitari, yeh? C'mon in, Kid," he greeted, pressing another button to let the young man inside the building.

"Yeah, I'm Oshitari. Thanks." It was great to get out of the cold, and the building was pleasantly heated. He looked around the first floor entranceway, checking out the exits of the building. "Looks like they just finished renovating or something..." he muttered to himself as he pressed the elevator button and stepped in.

Eh, he didn't sound too bad. And maybe he should put some pants on. Osamu trotted over to where his sweatpants were strewn on the floor and finally put them on. He glanced once around the messy apartment and nodded his head in approval-- perfect! This was pretty much how it was going to look with or without a roommate (but with less girly things), so it was good to be honest, right? Right. Going back to the door, he yanked it open and settled himself by the frame, waiting for the other man to come through the elevator.

The doors to the elevator slid open at the proper floor and Kenya stepped through them, spotting Osamu immediately by an open doorway. "Hi, you must be Osamu-san." he greeted politely. Osamu was very casually dressed, to say the least. Then again, he himself wasn't dressed in his best clothes either right now since he'd been out on the poorer sections of the city and wanted to blend in there. He forced himself not to fidget as he sometimes did in completely new situations and glanced around, taking care to note down mentally where the fire exit was.

Osamu looked the other man over, casually flicking his eyes over him. He looked relatively normal... no visible signs of mutation obviously and he didn't look too emo at all. Damn, this was probably going to be harder than he thought.

In any case, Osamu gave the other man a lopsided grin, raising a hand in greeting of his own. "Yo. See ya made it 'ere in one piece. Anyway, why dontcha come into m'parlor? Y'look like y'could have somethin' t'eat."

Kenya shrugged and followed after Osama into the the apartment, and shucked off his shoes at the front door. "Oh, some tea'll be good if you have it, thanks. It's cold out there."

He pretended not to see how much of a mess the apartment was, though he did raise an eyebrow at some of the obviously feminine things spread here and there. "I thought you lived alone?" he asked, eying a shirt that obviously belonged to a younger girl. Or maybe Osamu had a girlfriend?

Osamu shuffled into the kitchen area, filling the tea kettle with some water from the sink. "Well, I will live alone, once she gets her shit outta here. Promise it'll look cleaner with all that crap outta the way," he grinned as he set the kettle on the stove. "Anyway, tell me 'bout yerself. What were ya doin' in a dump like that?"

"Ahh..." Kenya followed after Osama and leaned against a counter, watching Osamu casually as the other man started making the tea. Despite the messiness the apartment was really nice and in good condition, unlike his own. "I just moved to Tokyo and you can probably tell I'm near broke all the time and that's the place I could afford." He gave another shrug. "What about you? You don't sound like you're from Tokyo either." Osamu in fact reminded him of his hometown of Osaka.

"Oh, yeah. Tokyo does that t'most people, huh? Good fer you though; least ya gotta place." He gave Kenya lopsided grin, actually impressed... what with Tokyo's reputation of having homeless salary men.

Osamu settled himself on the other side of the counter as he waited for the water to boil. "An' me? Born n' bred in Osaka, fer the most part. Moved here fer business reasons an' well, Osaka was gettin' suffocating, I guess." Most of that was true, at least. He glanced back over at Kenya, giving him a curious look. "So if yer not from Tokyo, where are ya from?"

"I was lucky found a job that doesn't pay too bad almost immediately after I got to Tokyo...and I had some money saved up." He really was quite lucky more often then not, now that Kenya thought about it more. He could have ran out of money and be bumming out in the streets instead. "Me? I've lived a lot of places. Yokohama, Hiroshima, Nagoya... I was at Yokohama last." Kenya glossed over where the information of where he grew up, not really wanting to go into his past.

All right, red flag number one. No kid's going to move around like that unless he has a reason to. ...Unless he's one of those traveling freaks. "Shit. Been all over the place, huh?" He gave Kenya another once over. "An' how old are ya? Y'still look like a baby t'me," he commented with a slight chuckle.

"Oh yeah. You have no idea." Kenya replied. He would have liked to stay in a place for more than eight or nine months, but would inevitable decide that it was safer for him to move on until certain memories of some of the locals had faded away somewhat. "I'm eighteen." Kenya said in flat voice, giving Osamu a glare for the baby comment.

Osamu laughed harder at the reaction, full-out grinning now. "Y'don't say. Guess eighteen's not that bad... I've seen younger wanderin' 'round here. Dunno how they do it." If it were him out there in his teens, he'd probably be half-dead by now. Or something. But anyway. "Got any family? Whatcha doin' out here alone?"

Kenya snorted at hearing Osamu's laughter then replied semi-seriously to the other man's comment. "They adapt or they die." It was the first thing he learned when he struck out on his own. You couldn't get squeamish about things like stealing or you starve. "Family?" He frowned and thought about how much he should say. "I've got a cousin in Tokyo." That was safe enough and hopefully Osamu will leave the question about what he was doing alone unanswered. Questions about family made Kenya nervous, and he shifted a little bit uneasily in place. "What about you? Any family or a girlfriend?"

Oh~ he got all serious there. But Osamu liked that attitude, though it surprised him how quickly these sort of kids could grow up. "'Adapt or die.' Kinda sad but true, huh?" he couldn't help but sympathize, giving him an easy smile. "And a cousin! Why aren't ya stayin' with 'im? ...Or her. An' well, as fer me, mum an' dad are still in Osaka doing God knows what. An' I did have a girlfriend. Currently single though," he said, murmuring the last part and almost wishing he had his hat on. But he strengthened his smile and waved the whole thing off as trivial.

"But yeh, yer cousin a prick 'r somethin'? Won't let ya stay with 'im or her?" he joked just as the kettle began whistling.

Kenya made an affirmative noise and didn't say anything more about that. "Oh, my cousin? I could ask and he'd probably say yes, but we'd kill each other inside of a week." He gave a shrug. Well, mostly it would be him trying to kill Yuushi for annoying him too much over something or another. He could tolerate Yuushi in small doses but anything longer than a few hours made him incredibly irritated afterwards.

Another laugh as he began pouring the water into the teacups. "That bad? What's he like? Hell, if it were me, he'd be the first person I'd call. Least you'd be gettin' into a fight with someone y'know."

Kenya frowned as he tried to think up words to describe Yuushi. "He's...suave." He finally said. "And well, he's sort of the last resort if I really don't have anything else. I only got back in touch with him recently anyway."

"...Suave? Don't hear that everyday," he laughed, turning to place the two cups on the counter between them. "By the way, y'never answered me. Whatcha doin' here in Tokyo alone? Save fer yer cousin."

"Basically he's the opposite of me." Kenya said dryly and picked up a cup, cradling it between two hands. He'd give the tea a few more minutes to tea before he'd try to drink it. "Me? Nothing much. Just trying to make my own living."

He grins "So yer sayin' yer boring and uncool? Don't be so modest~ And y'picked a hell of a place to make a living. People 'ere are pretty vicious," he laughed.

Kenya snorted. "People are vicious everywhere. Doesn't make a difference. And if it doesn't work out here I can always pack up and move."

"Oh yeh? Take it that y've had some interesting experiences while on the road?"

"You could say that." Kenya said noncommittally. While not all of the past few years were bad, they weren't exactly comfortable either.

"...Damn, you don't say much, d'ya. All right, all right. I'll show ya the place." Since, you know, that was his whole purpose of being here.

"Oh sure." He took a sip of his tea and put the cup down back on the counter. "It's a pretty nice building and apartment you've got here." he commented as he followed after Osamu.

"Yeh, got kinda lucky, I guess. But 's too big with just me so I need someone t'fill up space," he half-joked, carefully stepping over a pile of Miyuki's clothes as he exited the kitchen. From there, he showed Kenya around, starting with the living room and ending with toilet. "Yeh, since we're both guys, who cares 'bout the whole 'leaving the seat up' thing," he conversed casually.

Kenya laughed. "It is pretty big for just one person." He looked out a window at the view for moment before turning back to Osamu. "Oh yeah, I can agree with that." That was actually one of the things his next door neighbours was yelling at each other about just yesterday. It didn't seem such a big deal to him, but then again he admitted to himself that he didn't understand females at all.

"Jus', yanno, don't fall in or anythin'. Don't wanna hafta fish y'up." Because geez, that'd be embarrassing.

Grinning, he turned to face the younger man. "So, whatcha think? Wanna take it? Did it pass the test~?"

Kenya rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I won't." He paused and thought for a moment. The apartment was great, close to his work place, and Osamu didn't made him feel as he wanted to strangle the other man. There was one last thing though. "Here's the most important question. How much will I be shelling out a month? And what about the utilities and stuff?"

Ah hah, the kicker. It was probably pretty expensive to be staying here, but the Boss was taking care of that. Hm, but what to say? Osamu scratched his head in thought. "Well, how 'bout this," he started, before visibly rising a few inches from the ground. "If y'don't mind me well, floatin' 'round..." He circled Kenya, gliding rather gracefully around him. "All costs are covered."

"Shit!" Kenya jumped back, startled as Osamu started floating around him. The window he'd been looking out at earlier developed some large cracks with a cracking sound. He stared at Osamu and said rather stupidly. "You're floating..."

Osamu didn't notice the crack, because since when did windows crack by themselves? "Yup~" he laughed good-naturedly, shifting in the air to settle on his side as if he were lying on a couch. "'M sorta lazy like that. M'girlfriend used ta yell at me all the time 'bout it," he grinned.

"You're a mutant." He blurted out, still stunned. He blinked rapidly, still staring at the floating in midair Osamu. With all the chatting they did earlier, Kenya had forgotten that he'd heard the rumour that there were mutants living here. Well, now he knew for sure that it wasn't a rumour.

Osamu floated closer, nearly up into Kenya's face. "You've got that right~" And he tapped Kenya's nose playfully. "In fact, everyone 'ere's a mutant." His brow raised as he regarded the younger man again. "Are you?"

Kenya shook his head. "I...I'm not..." he said, but here was note of uncertainty in his voice.

"Yer not? Y'sure 'bout that? S'okay if y'are if yer okay with me bein' one." He grinned easily but wondered if this kid even really knew. Most who knew and were hiding would deny it pretty quickly, wouldn't they? Mutant-haters the same.

"I...I don't think I am. That..." Kenya glanced at the cracked window. "That's just a coincidence. But I don't have problems with you being a mutant. Well, not unless you'll going to try to kill me or anything...." Osamu had seemed pretty normal earlier. And floating can't hurt anyone.

Osamu followed his gaze and... what do you know? He floated over to inspect the crack. "Coincidence, huh? Windows don't just crack on their own, yanno?" He paused, contemplating for a moment before whipping around and propelling forward quickly, pinning Kenya against the wall, face much too close to Kenya's. "I don't think it's a coincidence and I find it kinda hot," he murmured in a lower voice, eyes half-lidded.

Kenya froze for a moment, then his instincts took over, the ones that he's honed to an edge out on the streets. He brought his knee up sharply against Osamu groin, then pushed past Osamu and ran out of the bathroom, heading towards the front door and out of the apartment as fast as he could. As he left the bathroom, the sink faucet burst, spraying out water into the air. Kenya snarled out any number of curses in his mind, berating himself for letting his guard down.

Okay, so maybe he deserved that, but it didn't help the pain that was shooting up his friggin' groin. OW. But no amount of pain would let Kenya slip out of his grasp unnoticed. This kid was definitely a mutant, if his faucet had anything to say about it. And since he was a mutant, Osamu had to do everything in his power to calm him the fuck down and get him to stay.

Blinking once, twice to clear the stars from his eyes, he took a step forward and immediately he cut Kenya off a the door, standing in his way. ""Fuck that fucking hurt okay just calm down I'm straight, I'm straight!!"" he blurted out, half-leaning against the doorframe because damn, he felt like he couldn't ever have kids anymore.

"Get the fucking hell outa my way." Kenya snarled out, reverting to Osaka-ben now that he was too furious to notice how he was speaking. While he didn't think he could overpower Osamu if the other man did try to get physical, he did know a number of really dirty tricks he could pull. He hoped Osamu would take his warning because Kenya really didn't like to fight if he didn't have to. In the mean time, unknowing to him, his power flared again, and the door frame developed large cracks.

Osamu could hear the wood... or whatever the fuck the door was made of, crack loudly just beside him and oooh crap, maybe, just maybe this wasn't the best way to go.

"Waaaaaaait wait wait wait! 'm on yer side! Ya said ya weren't sure if you were a mutant so I was jus' tryin' to find out and oh man are you a mutant!" Osamu laughed hesitantly and oh crap, he was probably dealing with a telekinetic if his door was any indication. "...I didn't mean anythin' by all that and would you just hear me out!?" He clasped his hands together and gestured apologetically. "I won't touch ya I swear!!"

Kenya glared and thought quickly. It looked like Osamu wasn't going to let him go quietly and Kenya really didn't want to fight. He refused to admit to himself that he was just a tad bit curious to hear what Osamu had to say about him being a mutant. "Fine." Kenya bit out. "You have 5 minutes. And stay the fuck away from me."

Right. Five minutes. What the fuck can he say in five minutes? Uhhhh....

"Yer a mutant. Obviously!" Osamu flailed at his door and then at the water spraying all over the place. "If I had'ta guess, yer telekinetic!" Insert more flailing at his door here. "Usually stuff like this happens when the mutant's under pressure an' stuff like that!" Flailing at Kenya. "Buuuut, I... well, it doesn't hafta be me but I c'n help ya control it and yanno, stuff like that. Bein' a mutant sucks sometimes but ya gotta admit that it c'n be handy at times." Osamu showcased his nearly dead door once again.

Kenya frowned. Things did have tendency to break around him but it wasn't only that. People also tended to have accidents around him so the telekinetic bit doesn't sound quite right. But he wasn't going to say anything. "Fine, let's just say that I am a mutant. What makes you think I need any training? I've done okay so far by myself."

"Yeh well, y'said y'didn't even know you were a mutant. So, calm down fer a sec and then make somethin' happen." Osamu grounded himself and straightened, hoping to ease the tension somewhat. "Jus' take a few breaths."

Kenya eyed Osamu suspiciously. He supposed there was no harm in trying what Osamu had just suggested. He took a few breathes and thought hard about the floor tiles shattering. Nothing happened and he said testily, "Well? Nothing's happening?" His power flared up again and he looked up to see Osamu tripping over himself backwards.

Before he knew it, Osamu was on his back with a very large bump on his head.

"...Ow." He didn't feel anything push him, having been tussled telekinetic powers before (he really shouldn't have pissed that girl off back then either). If anything, it was probably his own fault. But there wasn't anything to slip on.

Osamu sat up, rubbing at the back of his head. "Yer still pissed, obviously." Think, think. "Hey, mebbe some tea would help." Osamu stood, giving Kenya an inquiring look.

Kenya was silent again for a moment before nodding his head. He supposed there wasn't any harm in staying for a bit longer. "I wasn't trying to make you trip you know. I was thinking about the floor tiles instead." he said reluctantly. As Osamu began to get up, he tripped again. Kenya frowned and asked, "You okay? I wasn't trying to do anything..."

And he was on his back again, staring up at the ceiling. What a fucking bad day. At least the ceiling wasn't falling on him.

...Wait a second. Bad day? From the report he'd actually read, there were a lot of... really weird incidents. People randomly tripping down the stairs, like several times. Things were breaking all over the place when nothing was going on. A tiny fire that suddenly went out of control for no reason. What did they all have in common? Kenya was hanging around at each of those incidents. Maybe he was like a...

"Fuck. Kid. Yer bad luck."

"I..what..?" Kenya sputtered out. "Bad luck? Me?" It sounded incredulous, but there was something about it that sounded somewhat right. "...I've always had good luck when I'm playing cards." he said weakly, trying to defend himself somewhat.

"Okay, so yer bad and good luck. Only yer bad side shows off more." Osamu stood once more, but he instantly lifted himself off the ground so there wouldn't be anymore tripping.

Osamu glanced around his home and sighed. "God, it's a mess in 'ere." Another sigh. "Okay, Ki-- Oshitari. Think yer calm enough to have a 'lil talk with me?"

Kenya took a deep breath. He was calm now. Or he hoped he was. "I'm fine. And yeah, I guess we can talk." He needed more information and it looked like Osamu was it for now. At least until he got a chance to ask around himself. He looked around and winced at the mess. "Um...sorry about the mess." he mumbled as he followed after Osamu back to the kitchen.

Comments

[phasing-knavery.livejournal.com]

Omfg, Kenya. xD; He's so.. unfortunate awesome. 8D <3 <3 (The... fire exit was a nice touch. xD;;) Poor Osamu'tard. |D No children for you <3

[probabilityman.livejournal.com]

<3 <3 <3 Thanks! Roll and I had lots of fun with this log. And yes, poor Osamu. He's not recruiting Kenya anytime soon. Totally went about the wrong way of doing it.