LOG: Kirihara, Niou

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Date: Sunday night (11.May'08-!!) xD
Rating: G (unless somebody says a Swear Word =v=)
Summary: sekrit identity REVEALED >:D DUN DUN DUN (ie. Kirihara and Niou meet for the first time IRL =v= minds are boggled, and powers are shown off ♥)


Niou was bored. Fortunately or not, the amount of time he spent bored was inversely proportional to his skill:unskill ratio at getting himself unbored. And so he wandered around, not quite sure where he was, apart from inner city Tokyo, looking for something to do (or someone to harass). The weather was good, at the moment. Maybe still a touch on the cool side of comfortable for most without a jacket, but Niou hated the heat. He trudged along, twirling his black-dyed ratty around one finger and enjoying the smell of the air -- Mm~ smog <3 -- until strains of music floated across his path. Though still a while off, the speakers were pretty clear, and Niou paused for a moment to listen. Sounded alright, though not any familiar tune... Some kind of borderline jazz-rock mix...?

Following his ears brought him through a park, to a open-air live. Wasn't any band he knew after all -- but their lead was pretty: a half-looking girl with a strong voice. Niou attached himself to the small crowd gathered at the stage, enjoying the songs. Presently, he wondered how much longer they'd play for... since it was nearing dusk, and they'd brought a fair bit of gear... (Their lead really was kinda pretty.)

After two nights of playing in clubs, an open-air concert was really refreshing -- even if Tokyo's air was of questionable quality, it was still better than cigarette smoke that the clubs were always filled with. Sara was lucky, it never affected her singing, on the other hand, the smoke always made Akaya's voice hoarse, making it difficult to perform well. Thankfully he was mainly a guitarist and only ever joined Sara in certain songs, but again... today it didn't matter. They gathered a nice crowd -- not big, but that was alright. Big crowds were noisy, especially outside. Akaya was pleased with it, and there was no denying the smile that curved his lips upwards as the time for his riff came up.

Of course that was a given, playing always made him happy, no matter where he did it. With ease his fingers brought out the desired sounds out of the guitar's strings, for that moment bringing the audience's attention to him, a brief solo riff, before Sara joined in and accompanied him on the sax -- attention or not, Akaya always did his best. They have been playing for two hours already, with only half an hour left... he was sweating ever so slightly already, and didn't like it one bit.

Well, the music wasn’t bad. Niou slowly migrated a bit further back, to where the crowd was thinner. He sat down, nudging his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, and making himself comfortable as the band played on. The girl was definitely good, and definitely cute. Grudging marks also went to the band’s guitarist for that riff. Though the more Niou looked and actually focused his attention, the more something bugged him about said guitarist. Hm...

And half an hour later, after Sara announced the end of the concert and bows were given, it was time to pack. Though they didn't get to it immediately, instead they just sat around for a bit, resting and talking about the concert today and the two other ones they played this weekend. Of course Akaya wouldn't be himself if he didn't complain about needing a shower, and needing it now, which got him teased... he was the youngest of the group, therefore he was also often considered the baby of the band and treated as such (which didn't really please him, but there was nothing he could do to stop that behaviour, except for ignoring it).

Niou didn’t bother moving as most of the crowd drifted away around him. There were a few stragglers, so instead he sat and watched the band’s interaction -- they seemed to like picking on the curly guitar boy. Niou tilted his head in contemplation: if the band worked anything like his Friends of Humanity cell, then Guitar Boy was either the Youngest, or the Stupid One. He didn’t look particularly young though, to Niou. Maybe the phaser’s own age, and certainly no less.

A moment later, most of the stragglers had left, and Niou decided he was bored enough. Waving, he caught the lead girl's eye, and stood, brushing his pants off. With a grin, he walked over. "You guys do this often?"

Akaya raised an eyebrow at the guy who approached them, he noticed him earlier but didn't really pay much attention -- there were always weirdos around. Sara seemed happy though, so Akaya didn't say a word, only watched from the spot where he was sitting, leaning back on his arms.

"Not as often as we'd like," she answered in perfect Japanese -- being born and raised in Japan, despite being half, she spoke the language like every other native. "We stick to the clubs usually," she shrugged, with a friendly smile. "Clubs pay good money," added the drummer, who migrated from the back of the stage up front to join them. More than likely to keep an eye on his girlfriend.

"Huh," Niou said. And smiled benignly at the drummer. He was playing the generic nice guy today, came the self-reminder. He’d decided so when he got out of bed, for practise, and it wouldn’t do to get out of character without good cause. "Guess that figures. You guys need a hand packin' all this away?" He gestured vaguely to the stage bits and sound equipment. He assumed they had a van or something. So long as he wasn’t volunteering to help them carry it anywhere like the train station… (There was only so much goodwill that his heart was capable of rationing out per day, really.)

That, Akaya noticed did win the guy some brownie points in his eyes, since it'd mean less running for him and the other guys -- Sara only ever carried her sax. Nothing else. And there was a whole pile of crap to take back. "Don't try to say 'no', Sara," Akaya spoke up finally, as he picked himself up, rubbing the damp towel over his face for the last time. It was hardly a good substitute for a shower, but it'd do until he was home and able to take a long, hot (or icy...) shower.

"Gotta agree with Akaya on that one," the drummer laughed, ruffling Sara's hair as she huffed playfully at him, ducking so he wouldn't ruin her hair-do. "So if you have time, help would be more than welcome."

Akaya was already packing away his guitar -- it was one of the few things that weren't getting packed in their van, since Akaya was getting home on his own. And he wanted it out of the way as soon as possible, so no one took it by a mistake.

"Not a problem," Niou chuckled. Well, it looked like the princess Lady Sara called the shots around here. Not that Niou was surprised. Hey, why not be a princess if your bandmates let you? <3 His attention was slightly diverted, though, as the guitarist’s name was mentioned. Akaya...

Walking over to where the boy was packing up his guitar, Niou regarded him with a tilted head, getting a closer look.

Zipping up his bag, Akaya turned his head to look at the man, "This isn't going to the van, don't touch it," he said with a warning glare (no one but him could ever touch his guitar... well, maybe Yamato as well, but the man rarely ever had a reason to), red irises shining, lit with the artificial light in the park. "This," he continued, nodding towards the amplifier, "On the other hand, has to be carried to the van." And it was a two men business, really. The amplifier Akaya had at home was half the size... but then again, the one he had at home wasn't good enough for concerts.

Niou nodded, complying to lift half the amplifier, with … Kirihara Akaya, his subconscious supplied, unprompted -- with Kirihara on the other side. Ah, of course: the mutant from the journals. Niou let his face slip into a half-sardonic smile. The Nice Guy façade was definitely out the window now -- but totally justifiable in the face of a coincidence of such epic proportions <3 “Y’ain’t as big’n scary as y’made yourself out t’ be, y’know. Kirihara Akaya.”

Akaya's eyebrow twitched, he almost, almost wanted to drop the amp there and then, hoping it'd fall on the other's foot. Painfully. But he didn't. There was only one person who'd call him that (aside of his parents when pissed), and Akaya wasn't sure if he was up for meeting the guy this randomly... especially today. Though what he didn't like the most was probably the fact that he didn't recognize him. Granted, this Niou guy looked different than on the icons in his journal, what's more he didn't really introduce himself just now...

"I never made myself big an' scary," he said finally, eyebrow still quirked, he walked carefully, towards the parking lot where Sara's van was, "It's not my fault ya got that impression. Masaface. " He shrugged with one shoulder, annoyance in his gaze replaced with amusement.

"Uh-huh," Niou chuckled. "Just your run-o'-the-mill, one-of-a-kind, verge-of-extinction Kirihara Akaya, Strong 'n Powerful Mutie." He placed the amp down (carefully enough) when the other did, once they reached the back of the already-open van -- "'Cause that ain’t scary at all." -- and trailed Kirihara back to the band’s pile of equipment and stage. "Nice eyes you got there, by'n by," he added flippantly, with an inward snerk of laughter. "Expectin' t' see your mug on the album art, if y'all get signed."

"Ain't no mutie, Niou Masaharu," Akaya leered -- of course he knew the guy's full name, the damn journal had it listed and he was hardly stupid, though most of the time he stayed with the stupid nickname just for the hell of it, "But Kirihara Akaya, exactly one of a kind but not really on the verge of extinction," he snickered, stretching his arms above his head.

Though that last comment did take him aback. Sure, he has been complimented (if this was supposed to be taken as such) about his looks before plenty of times, it just wasn't something he expected out of a guy like Niou. He shrugged, "We'll see 'bout that if we ever do..."

"Y' are a mutie, but," Niou stated, rolling his own shoulders a bit as they trekked back to the stage. "Ain'tcha." Pulling his glasses off, he tucked them in a shirt pocket, looking at Kirihara as they walked. "So, what'cha do? Blow shit up?"

"How 'bout I let ya guess?" Akaya didn't let it on that Niou was quite close home with that offhand guess. They reached the stage again and Akaya pointed to what Niou were to take next, as he picked up yet another thing. These weren't that heavy, unless the other was some weak ass... in which case it'd suck royally. "Ya can ask questions, but I won't answer the obvious ones... How 'bout that?"

Niou chuckled. "If that's your wish, your godmother may grant it." Kirihara had earned 1.25 wishes from Niou earlier that week, over the journals. Niou didn't intend to count this game as one of them, though. That would be a waste <3 "So," the phaser said, grabbing a couple of stands and heading back to the van. "Do ya' blow shit up?"

"Define 'blowing shit up'," over the years at Ryuhana, one learned a lot about different mutations and different sorts of powers. Of course he learned the most about his own, but he had knowledge about plenty of others too... not exactly similar to his, but having similar effect. Blowing shit up was what he did, yeah, in short... but there was much more to that. "Besides, that's quite the obvious question, don't you think?"

"Define obvious then, Mutie," Niou snerked. "And then maybe we'll be in business <3" It was pretty clear, to the phaser anyway, that chances were high Kirihara's power would be something offensive. Niou didn't know a lot about a lot of mutants, but he did know how to read them just as well as he read humans. The ones with physical mutations tended to be fiercely defensive about it, if not overcompensatingly proud as hell. (When they weren't trying to melt into the concrete to avoid notice, of course.) Then there were mindreading type, who looked like they knew a secret all the time. The emo ones, like the empaths... and the ones like Niou, who liked to play at sneaky.

This Kirihara Akaya species? Pretty much reeked of self-confidence. Blowing shit up it was, then. Or some deviant thereof. And Niou was also willing to go out on a limb and bet the guy had it under fair control.

Akaya shifted the weight in his arms, leaning back a bit to put it more on his spine rather than arms (which were starting to feel a little weak already -- he was just tired). "Ha, the very basic definition of obvious," he shrugged as much as he could, "But nevermind," he said, rolling his eyes. Some people just couldn't play games well. Niou was too curious and nosy to have patience for a game like this one. "If ya have anythin' on you ya wanna get rid of, I can show you later." Hopefully something small so it wouldn't be a whole lot effort and give him an opportunity to confuse the other a bit (or a lot, depending on how smart he was).

Niou tried a shrug that turned out just as minimal. "A'right," he grinned. Live demos were always good <3 As far as he was concerned, blowing shit up meant boom and it wasn't there anymore. And maybe there'd be some ash, or some smoke, if by fire. But mostly just that the target it ceased to exist. "When we're done with loading kinda later, or later-later?" he asked, unashamedly not patient. If there wasn't any benefit in holding back, Niou didn't often bother curbing the extent to which he could be annoying.

"Former," Akaya nodded bemusedly, eyebrow raised at Niou's impatience. Well, Akaya did like to show off, so he didn't really mind -- it was actually flattering. They still had a bunch of stuff to take, but it they managed in the next ten or so minutes, and everything was packed safely into the van. They bid goodbyes, Akaya asked for a word a week before they were planning another concert and his bandmates were gone which left him alone with that Niou-stalker guy. Somehow, Akaya thought he should be worried or something... but he hardly was.

He hummed in his throat, hefting the guitar bag onto his shoulder, "Well then," he reached out when the bag was secured on his back, "Gimmie something you won't miss when it's gone."

"Right down to business, huh?" Niou laughed, though appreciative of Kirihara's directness. Likewise prompt, the phaser removed his glasses and tossed them lightly across to the other. "Just a little boom then, assumin' size'n mass are relative?"

Akaya regarded the glasses for a second, pouting a little at the size -- it wouldn't fit in his closed fist. There went his plan for a little magic trick. "Kinda," he answered the question with a shrug. Size and mass did matter, but not as much as how much he charged the object. There were limits, but small things like that could surprise Niou with how badly they could explode (if it wasn't the case, using the cards would be useless).

He looked around a bit, they were the only ones in the area, so Akaya could go a little wild. No magic tricks encouraged showing off more, "Don't pee your pants in surprise," he smirked, energy smoothly flowing through his fingers into the glasses, packing it tight. When he was done -- a matter of seconds, really -- he threw it away, not onto the grass or path though, but into the tiny lake (if he damaged anything too much, Yamato would know and Akaya didn't like that thought). Far enough from where they were standing... as usual, it all went off (with quite the loud sound) when the glasses touched the water's surface, making for quite the sight... Akaya made sure the light shower that came after that did not consist of any glass shards. It was safe.

Niou offered polite applause. Well, the show had looked good. "Very impressive, Ares <3" he grinned. Their looks could've been just a coincidence before, but (growing number of mutants and all that aside) there were slim odds of two of the same, with curly hair and energy-based charging powers of Big Kaboom in inner Tokyo. Population aside, probably <3 "Nice to finally meet you," the phaser said, holding out his hand for the shaking. Kirihara's control would have to be good, then, if he was a member of X-Prime on the side, and Niou had no reason to hold fear of him.

Whatever he was meaning to say died on his lips... Akaya was dumbstruck. Though that might have been a misunderstanding as well, he was frozen to the ground -- being called by his codename out of the blue, by an utter stranger, was not something he was expecting. He stared, red eyes wide as saucers, mouth hanging open a little. His gaze shifted to the hand then back up at Niou's face, "Uh..." his eye twitched. Ok, this wasn't too good, wasn't it? "How did you..." he started, but shut his mouth -- really now, this he just gave himself away, instead of acting as if he had no clue what Niou was talking about (not like he thought it'd work anyway).

With a resigned sigh, Akaya pinched the bridge of his nose, then shook Niou's hand. "Finally? Were you hoping for it, or something?" He quirked an eyebrow, trying not to think about the implications of this meeting and the fact that a person like Niou knew his X-Prime identity. There was nothing that could be done about it anymore...

Bullseye <3

"You're very famous in certain circles," Niou said politely, and bowed slightly as he shook Kirihara's hand, face and comment appearing entirely serious. It wasn't a lie, but neither much of anything else, depending on who you asked. Fortunately or un, the circles to which Niou sometimes belonged were very special indeed. In that... oddly obsessive way fandom tended. Ares of X-Prime was very popular. When he was topping Wings. Or bottom to that pretty reserve, Scion. Niou resisted the urge to snicker at the thought, but let a grin come back to his face.

"Yeah, right," Akaya couldn't help but roll his eyes at the thought, "Mostly by those freaky fangirls." Most of these doujinshi made him twitch, sometimes he wanted to gag (especially when these freaks paired him up with Shishido of all the people)... and Marui all too often slipped a doujinshi staring him with Yuudai too, under his pillow (though Akaya actually kept those). He cracked his knuckles as means of getting rid of some frustration.

Niou chuckled, as the sound of Kirihara's knuckles cracking made him want to shake out his own hands. But he resisted the temptation, instead sticking his hands in his pockets, and looking up at the darkening sky. "Does it bother you then?" the phaser asked instead, as if curious about the obvious. "The fame, I mean...?"

That made Akaya quirk his eyebrow again, he shrugged, "Not really?" The doujinshi thing didn't really bother him either, even the more bizarre ones, he still thought them weird and always would, but he wasn't exactly bothered by it. Though the more they talked, the more Akaya was actually creeped out by this guy here... he seemed genuine, but seemed was the keyword here. Somehow Akaya doubted the interest and the niceness were all that honest, but he wouldn't dig... instead just let Niou play his game, and Akaya'd play his. And be careful.

Adjusting the weight on his back, Akaya also looked up at the sky -- he couldn't tell what time is it, but his stomach was telling him it was certainly time for dinner. Or food, at any rate. "Ya got somewhere to go now? How 'bout we continue this over some meal?" And as if on cue, his stomach made quite the disgruntled sound. He didn't eat anything since breakfast... and that was too long even for him.

"Got a dog at home?" Niou laughed. "'Cause that stomach o' yours sounds right trained to bark on command. Food'd be good, though." The phaser rarely got hungry himself, but that didn't mean eating was a waste of time. Especially in interesting company. "Mac a'right, or're you one o' them health freaks?"

Normally the answer would be the latter, but Akaya was still somewhat short on money and eating out somewhere 'healthy' could possibly kill his wallet, so it wasn't the best idea, really. "Mac's cool with me," he rolled his shoulder in a short shrug. And if he was still hungry afterwards, he'd drop by Yuudai and whine for food, or something... "I'm hungry enough to eat any sort of junk food, really," Akaya said with a small, amused smirk, running a hand through the thick curls.

Hungry enough, huh? So maybe Mac was closer to a last resort than first preference, but if Ares didn't think he was going to cark it of artery failure, then it didn't bother Niou. "'F y'know where the nearest one t' here is, lead the way <3"

Comments

[perfectassassin.livejournal.com]

Bucky, Sunday was yesterday. |D Ie. it's 11th of May, not 12. XD

[pk-002.livejournal.com]

................. . . . djsghejhrgdtyj xD;;;;

[perfectassassin.livejournal.com]

*amused* >8D

[pk-002.livejournal.com]

Baanan~ xD; Fixed, now <3

[perfectassassin.livejournal.com]

Yes, I saw the 11! XD

[pk-002.livejournal.com]

xDD ♥ couldn't help it~

[love_archived]

So what's the implications of being outed as X-Prime?

[pk-002.livejournal.com]

...not sure about generally, but in this case, it's not like Niou's not got a reason to blab or anything yet. 8D; (probably the only result is that he'll stalk kirihara on the journals all the more, and uh. use it for fanwork ammo. :D;)

[love_archived]

XDDDDD I pity Kirihara.

(And am SO GLAD I did not volunteer Tezuka for this. XD)

[pk-002.livejournal.com]

xD ♥ (niou says it's never too late~ |D tezuka would be funny xD; *snickers*)

[love_archived]

♥

XD Oh, don't I know it. (Hmm, Niou's journal entries are not very conducive to Tezuka commenting. *ponders* Well, I'll think about it after the hiatus.)

[pk-002.livejournal.com]

8D (what would be conducive...? |D ...hypothetically, speaking. xD ♥)

[love_archived]

♥ Something that seems to be open and actually seeking information without being a frivolous query. That, or an interest in golden retrievers, apparently. *facepalms* Witness the ease with which Atobe approached Tezuka, simply by being nice to Kinoko.

If you _do_ do something like that, poke me somehow in e-mail (or a comment somewhere). Even on hiatus I'll do something!

[pk-002.livejournal.com]

Huh, okay. |D I'll bear that in mind. ♥

Will do, Ai. ;D (Though it can wait 'til you're back, too~ xD)

[love_archived]

I shudder for Tezuka's sanity. ^_^

(*hearts* Any way you want it.)

[perfectassassin.livejournal.com]

I do think Akaya made it clear to Niou (in the non-written part) that he's gonna hunt Niou down and rip him apart if he lets this info leak... |D;;;

[pk-002.livejournal.com]

*soooo amused* xD; uh. it might be better for niou then, if he doesn't know it. because then he'd probably egg kirihara on... ;;

[evil-overdose.livejournal.com]

*dies* XD; He won't leak it, I hope? Especially not to a) the fandom, b) the FoH? >_>

[pk-002.livejournal.com]

not kiri's real name, no. xD; usually, he likes keeping secrets as much as the next ninja over. *dies* ;; (rather, he thinks it'll be more fun to keep kiri to himself, than hand him over to the foh or anything...)

[evil-overdose.livejournal.com]

XD; Okay good... for both of them really. XD;