tenipuri_xp | RP log; Yamato and Kirihara; chance meeting

Date: Let's just say today, for the sake of argument
Rating: PG, for blood
Summary: Yamato accidently meets up with Kirihara and gets a taste of his power. Kirihara feels guilty. Cuteness ensues.

Kirihara waited till evening, for the music room to be empty, so he could use it freely. Having an audience wasn't welcome, even though he had nothing to be embarrassed about. He just... didn't enjoy having people watch him play.

He turned the lights on, it was getting slightly dark by now, and got everything ready. He was touchy lately, avoided people and ignored the LiveJournal. He couldn't get used to this school. Most people he met were annoying, the only person he thought would be nice, turned out to be kind of annoying as well. He picked up the guitar and plucked at the strings. The room filled with sounds... and Akaya relaxed immediately.

He would probably have later joked it was fate if he did not think he would be punched in the face for it; it was a relatively quiet evening, and Yamato had been only temporarily saved from boredom by Ohtori... so, with nothing to do and nowhere to go, he wandered the halls until he ended up at the door of the music room. He knew the inner workings of the school well, so it had not even occurred to him to bring Luis with him, allowing her to sleep where she had curled up on his pillow. So it was with a tentative knock, not knowing who was inside (and secretly hoping it might be Newspaper-kun), he entered. Even as he did, he heard the familiar twang of guitar strings... oh, this was even better than Newspaper-kun.

By the time he had closed the door behind him, he was grinning mischievously. "Fancy meeting you here, Kirihara-kun." He waved a hand, "Don't stop playing on my account." Settling on the floor, he sat back to listen, though he seriously doubted Kirihara would remain patient for very long.

... Oh yes, now Akaya was sure he was the unluckiest person on the whole planet, or maybe even in the universe. Couldn't just once fate listen to him?! He groaned quietly but didn't stop playing. Not because Yamato asked him to, thankyouverymuch, just that gave him the excuse to ignore the other. And he was most definitely not up for any kind of talk with the other mutant. First he had to find a way to deal with him and the things the man said, then everything would be alright.

He didn't play anything in particular. He had memorised many songs, but the most of all he enjoyed improvising. Just letting the music flow. Yes, improvising was nice.

Unsurprisingly, Kirihara was very talented -- Yamato couldn't help but kick himself for not bringing Luis with him; he would have liked to watch the younger boy play, as well, but perhaps that would just defeat the purpose of listening to the music in the first place. So, serenely he settled back, leaning against something (drum set?) and saying nothing for as long as he could remain patient and still -- which, unfortunately for Kirihara if he was hoping Yamato would lose interest and leave, could be a rather extended period of time.

Kirihara was glad the older man didn't say anything, it let Akaya forget about the other's presence. He played without any pauses for many long moments, like always, letting all the frustrations out in the sound. His fingers effortlessly dancing over the strings. At some point though, he started playing the first song he ever learned. Unconsciously singing in a quiet voice.

Once again, Yamato was pleasantly surprised -- the boy had a very nice singing voice, though he was singing quietly, almost as though to himself; he probably had no mind for his audience anymore. Which was just fine by the older man, the same oddly serene smile imprinted on his lips. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around his knees, and hummed along quietly -- recognizing the melody that Kirihara had picked up, but unwilling to shatter the moment; it seemed that if the other mutant was as frustrated as Yamato anticipated, he was calming himself through music -- it would be counter-productive for the older man to cause an explosion at school.

When Akaya was done with the song, he put his hand flat over the strings, and everything went silent again. And yes, he was calm again, well kind of, as calm as a bundle of energy can be. To put it simply, there was no danger of him blasting anything at the moment. At least for now. He wasn't sure how long it would take for him to get annoyed again around the older man, because yes... he was aware Yamato was here the moment he stopped playing. Blushing slightly, well, no one ever heard him singing before, he looked around for Luis. The kitten was nowhere in sight, and Kirihara raised his eyebrows. That left the man blind, but why was he walking around without Luis?

Akaya didn't say anything. He would answer to anything the older man said, but he wouldn't start a conversation.

When the silence began to settle in, it gave Yamato pause... it was a bit odd when he could not see what was going on; he could not be sure if Kirihara was even looking at him -- or if he looked annoyed. Finally, Yamato broke the silence, deciding that long enough had passed without Kirihara making a sound. "You're very talented," he complimented, rocking a bit against his heels, though never leaving the positing that kept him curled with his arms wrapped around his knees. Over the short period of time Luis had been around, it had become a habit to have something in his arms... he felt a bit strange without.

Slightly taken aback, Akaya answered, "Thank you", quickly adding, "but it's not a talent, more like years of hard work." He got off of the table he was sitting on, put away the guitar, and sat on a chair like every normal person did. Apparently it was safe to talk with the older man at the moment. Or so Kirihara thought. With a tilt of his head, he asked, "Where's Luis?"

No longer having his eyes to rely on, Yamato listened intently to the other boy -- trying to judge his mood by the tone of his voice. He sounded calmer. "Luis is sleeping. I decided to let her rest a while; it's not like I had anywhere to be." One hand reached up to brush his bangs off his forehead, making a bit of a face. "Do you miss her?"

Akaya blinked, was that a pout on Yamato's face, or did he imagine things. He surely wasn't on any kind of a drug at the moment and that had to be a pout. Now, why was the older man pouting? Ah! Scratch that, the question needed an answer, "Not really, just wondering."

Recovering his usual vaguely amused expression, Yamato made a teasing noise deep in his throat. "I think she misses you; she doesn't like anyone as much as she liked you." He paid little attention to the words he, himself, was speaking, instead still thinking over the piece Kirihara had been playing a matter of mere moments before -- such a nice voice; such talent -- or as Kirihara argued, skill. He really never ceased to be impressed and amused by the younger boy.

"Have you been able to sleep lately?" It had been since the last time they had spoken that he had really been able to check in with Kirihara.

Akaya was never a big fan of animals, sure he would pet them and stuff if there were any in sight, but the point was... animals rarely liked him. Most of them probably sensed that something was off with him, and labeled it as dangerous. Luis was probably used to being with mutants, so she didn't care, and also, she was still just a kitten, but honestly... he doubted what Yamato was saying was true. "Yeah, right.", he argued.

Kirihara noticed that the man's mind emigrated, so he took a paper from the table next to him, crumpled it into a ball and threw at the other's head. Being careful as to not accidentally charge it. Hurting Yamato was not in his plans... yet. "No, I haven't. Not much anyway."

When the crumple of paper rebounded off his head, Yamato swatted at it. "It's hardly fair play to attack a blind man," he commented good-naturedly. "But I suppose if you've not been sleeping, it's more than understandable." Blandly, he added on, "Though it seems like you get a lot of this energy out through your music; perhaps that can be on our special training regimen for you." His hands groped for the piece of paper that had hit him in the head, unfolding it as though to examine what was written on it… but of course he could do nothing but iron out the wrinkles, then. He would stay true to his word about not using his power on Kirihara.

With a wink that would go mostly unseen beyond dark glasses, Yamato assured, “Luis likes you a lot; you and Echizen-kun both. And Ohtori-kun. But I noticed she was surprisingly fond of you in particular.”

Kirihara pouted, "That wasn't an attack, just a means of getting attention." He thought for a moment about what the other said, "I don't really get out the energy, more like, calm my mind. The calmer I am, the more control I have. Still won't help much with sleeping." With that said he had to move again.

... The window-sill looked inviting ... but that would require opening the window, and it was cold now, and they both were in light shirts. Letting his guard down again (which probably was a mistake) he moved to plop down on the floor next to Yamato. "Want me to read it for you, or want to read it yourself?" Akaya asked with a sigh. He remembered well what he said some time ago about that, but... at the moment he felt slightly guilty and this could be considered an emergency, couldn't it?

As for the kitten... he still doubted that, but... she really was amusing, so yeah, "Bring her over sometime then?"

With a thin laugh, Yamato passed the paper over to the dark-haired teenager, agreeing, "Why don't you read it -- I'm curious." He leaned his cheek on his knees, turning his face to look at Kirihara as though it would matter and waited intently. He appreciated the offer that Kirihara had made; he would prefer it if he could be self-sufficient of course; but as Yamato had said to the younger boy the first time they (rather accidentally) met, sometimes it was nice to be cared for... creature comforts, and all that.

Which led him to the second comment from Kirihara -- bring Luis over where? Was Kirihara inviting him over somewhere? The music room? His dorm room? It might not be for the best to mention something just yet; it seemed like Kirihara was mildly comfortable being around Yamato once more -- no good in messing it up just for the sake of seeing the boy blush.

Akaya studied the paper for a second. Well, there wasn't much to read, "It's sheet music, reading it is pointless."

Sometimes, Yamato thought that Kirihara did this on purpose -- made himself easy to tease intentionally. "Well," suggested the older of the two, "you could sing it for me." He could already guess how Kirihara would react to that.

The younger boy clenched his hands, crumpling the paper again in the result. "I. Don't. Sing." He said with a wild blush. Ok, so that wasn't exactly true. He did sing, just... only when he was alone.

The urge to comment that Kirihara had just been singing a minute ago was barely quashed as Yamato thought he maybe ought to steer the conversation to a somewhat safer topic, now that Kirihara completely flustered... then again, he would not be Yamato Yuudai if he could resist a chance like this. "Your voice sounded very nice just now," commented Yamato with a soft smile. "It's a shame you don't share that with other people."

Akaya pouted and glared straight ahead, not looking at the other. He totally forgot that he wasn't alone then, for what, he cursed himself. "I don't care." Kirihara Akaya never sang for anyone and that's that. No exceptions.

There was a small pause while Yamato just smiled at the boy, wondering what it was going through Kirihara's head; really, the other was surprisingly shy. "If you worked so hard for it, why don't you want to show other people what you can do?" Though, he could not picture Kirihara taking voice lessons; perhaps that really was pure talent.

"A no is a no." Kirihara was being stubborn, but that was fine with him. He didn't want to sing for people, so he wouldn't.

"If you say so, Kirihara-kun." Yamato uncurled, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn before coming to a stand, brushing imaginary dirt from his pants as he did. "I hope I wasn't interrupting you; I'll let you be so you can go back to singing." It was going to be alarmingly unamusing when he tried to look cool leaving the room and ran right into the door, or something like that. Then again, if he was trying to look cool and composed, he would have brought Luis with him to begin with.

Kirihara didn't move from his spot. It slightly annoyed him that the reason for his current mood was just leaving like that. What's more... apparently he wouldn't get any sleep today either. Just fucking great. He fumed silently some more.

Met with silence, Yamato paused, his full attention on his underclassman. Either Kirihara really was annoyed with him, or he was being shy again -- it was easy enough to believe either. The smile on Yamato's face lost some of its luster, narrowing. "You're irritated." He managed to sound like he was absolutely positive he was right, even though there was some doubt in the back of Yamato's mind.

At that Kirihara stood up as well. He noticed he still had the wadded paper in his fist, so he threw accurately it to the nearest bin. What happened then, was not supposed to happen, it was impossible, but... the sheet blew up, together with the whole bin. WTF? What? How? He most definitely didn't feel a thing, how did he charge it?! Fortunately, he was in a safe distance from the explosion, but wait...

The noise was more startling than anything else; it took every fiber of the man's being to resist the natural urge to seek out the nearest set of eyes and determine what had happened (this was hardly an emergency, even if his bleeding hand thought it was). Bleeding hand... Yamato lifted his hand a little, staring at it as though he could see it -- it was warm... and it ached slowly more like it was being crushed than what had probably happened -- that sound must have been something exploding; Kirihara's powers had yet to go off around him, so he had no basis of comparison, but that made the most sense. Whatever just exploded, part of it had lodged itself in Yamato's hand. He would remember to wear gloves next time.

With a laugh that belied the fact that his hand really did hurt, he gently touched at the wound with his other hand, trying to find the shard of whatever it was that was stuck there. "I guess I was right," he commented. "What'd you destroy?" With a wince, and a sharp jolt of pain, he found it -- it was metal, it seemed. Hopefully not an instrument.

Kirihara stalked to Yamato, gripped his wrist and slapped the healthy hand away, before the older man tried to take out the piece. "Don't touch it, idiot." He scolded, inspecting the wound. It was pure luck that the metal didn't go any deeper, Akaya paled visibly at some of the possibilities. The fact was, he had never hurt anyone. Wait... rewind... he had never hurt anyone he didn't want to hurt. But... beating would come later, at the moment there was a bleeding hand to tend.

"The bin." He answered absently, eyes still fixed on the injury. It probably won't need any stitches and he would have to problems with treating it, still... "Come on, we're going to the med-lab."

Making an impressed sound under his breath, Yamato inquired, "Does it really look that bad? It doesn't feel like it needs any sort of serious medical attention." Absently, he grinned, feeling the irritated grip of Kirihara's hand on the older man's wrist and the obvious concern under all the malice of the boy's voice. When he next spoke, Yamato's voice was soft and undemanding. "You don't have to worry about me, Kirihara-kun."

"I have seen worse." Yes much worse, his own and it was a miracle that Kirihara had only few light scars. "Shut up. It's my fault", he grumbled, glaring up at the older man, "do you have a first-aid kit?"

"I have a first aid kit in my room," confirmed Yamato, his head turning in the direction that Kirihara was -- unwittingly returning the glare he was recieving with a pleasant expression. "It is just as much my fault as yours; the explosion would not have happened if you had not been tense. Besides, I used my power once on you, so let's just call it even." A laugh bubbled out of the older man as he thought about the situation -- a trash bin explosing, arguing over whether Kirihara should worry or not, bleeding and doing nothing about it... "Doesn't matter, anyway. I'd like to get this piece of metal out of my hand."

"Ah! Right." Kirihara blushed, mentally kicking himself. Grip still in place, he dragged the older man out of the room. He only took few steps before a thought popped up. Yamato's room? And where the hell was it?! He stopped abruptly, turned around to face the other and asked with a slight flush of embarrassment playing on his cheeks asked, "Which way?"

Silently, Yamato had been wondering just how long it would take Kirihara to ask that question. He could have given directions before Kirihara had to ask, but this was so much more amusing. "It's in the first floor of the dorms -- ground level, rather." With those words, Kirihara was off again, and dragging Yamato by the wrist as though the man had not made it to the music room just fine without someone to guide him. As they went through the building, there were various clips of conversations and laughter -- to Yamato it was like being in a dark theatre, hearing only the distant voices of other people scattered throughout the theatre and never once seeing a face to put to the voice.

Once in the proper hall, Yamato counted down the doors until instructing Kirihara to stop at the proper one, pulling his wrist away so he could retrieve the key to his room, and opened it up, letting them both in. Luis' head popped up from where it had still been rested on the pillow, giving Yamato sight for the first time in a couple hours -- of course, her attention was on Kirihara, watching him as he made it to the center of the room and then froze, as though he forgot why he came into the room to begin with. He looked underslept -- his skin pale and his hair hanging around his face in unkept curls.

"It's in the bathroom," explained Yamato, making his way there, and pulling the supplies from the medicine cabinet as well as a towel before going back to the room and plopping down in the center on the floor. He rested the towel over his lap and his hand on the towel, then placed the first aid kit at Kirihara's feet, smiling at him. "If you don't mind giving me a hand with this..." As he spoke, Luis leapt from the bed -- ignoring Yamato's presence entirely to curl herself around Kirihara's leg with a loud purr.

Akaya sat on the floor in front of Yamato, Luis took the opportunity, jumped onto his lap and snuggled to him. "Is she always like this?" He asked with raised eyebrows and took the bleeding hand again. Shallow cuts bleed a lot and the towel came in use. He wiped up the blood from the older man's hand, and partially from his own, and at some random time, (he found out long time ago, that doing such things by surprise is better) with one swift move, pulled out the shred.

Gauze, antiseptic, bandaid... Kirihara knew what he was doing. He had to, after so many times he did it himself. With the dressing finally done, he released the other's hand.

Yamato shook his head. “Not always. She’s just…” He paused to wince as the shard of metal was pulled free from his skin – it hurt more coming out than it had when he was initially injured. Recovering, the man continued, “She’s just fond of you, Kirihara-kun.” Luis’ eyes were closed blissfully as she rubbed her head against Kirihara’s stomach, continuing to purr like a motorboat – Yamato was glad for that, though… he did not really want to look at the cut on his hand; he trusted Kirihara to bandage it properly; the boy did seem to know what he was doing.

“Thank you,” said the older man pleasantly as his hand was released. It still hurt – and the antiseptic had stung – but he was sure it would heal fast enough. The gentle pressure of the bandaging was already making the pain ebb somewhat to more of a dull throb than the sharp pain he had been experiencing to begin with. “Now I just have to figure out a way to train Luis that bandages are not meant to be eaten.” Briefly touching Luis’ senses, he could tell that the last thing the cat would be thinking about would be attacking bandages; she had a warm body to curl against, and a light cotton t-shirt to smash her face against in a supposed act of affection. Yamato did not understand cats, really.

What made Luis like Kirihara so much? The thought completely baffled him. But playing would have to come later, as for now, he had to clean up a bit. Putting her back on the floor, he ignored the loud mewl of protest and settled on getting the kit and towel back to the bathroom. Now that Akaya was calming down again the exhaustion was kicking in. He yawned rather loudly, waiting for the sink to fill with cold water, to put the towel there. Blood was nasty to get off of things, but cold water would have to do for now.

When he reentered the room, sleepily rubbing his eyes, he didn't notice the doorstep and... well... tripped.

There was nothing more amusing than the way that Luis followed on Kirihara's heels all the way to the bathroom as Yamato pushed himself up and settled on the chair at his desk, moving his fingers tenderly to see if he would still be able to type or write. It was painful, but once it healed a little more, it would be fine -- he was just aggravating the cut by moving his hand around. Apparently, the bathroom was terribly uninteresting as Luis came back to into the main living area, jumping up to Yamato's lap and settling there. As anticipated, she batted at the bandaging curiously, to which Yamato whispered quiet admonishments with a soft smile.

Her attention (and subsequently Yamato's own) turned to the threshold when Kirihara came back in -- just in time to see him stumbling over his own feet. "What did I tell you before -- tripping over everything." Scooping up the kitten in his good hand to hold her still, Yamato suggested, "Maybe you should lie down; you look tired. I don't mind if you want to stay here for a few hours."

Kirihara grumbled a curse under his breath. He should go back to the music room clean up the blood there, get his guitar back, but the bed looked really inviting at the moment. Ah, dammit... Just this once he can be lazy. He murmured a thank you, kicked off his shoes and crashed on the bed. Snuggling up to the pillow, he shifted to the side, into position he always slept in and his brain finally shut down.

Though she had already been sleeping all day, a cat would be a cat -- Luis jumped up onto the bed, nestling into the small amount of space between Kirihara's arm, his chest, and the bed, purring away happily. When she went back to sleep, the world once again went completely dark. Yamato sat at the chair silently for a while; thinking he ought to do something about the music room and the guitar Kirihara had left there. Instead, he ended up picking up the crochet needles he had put aside earlier that day and working on what he hoped would eventually be a afghan. Not exactly the manliest of hobbies -- then again, neither was tormenting underclassmen.