tenipuri_xp | RP Log: Yamato & Kirihara

Who: Yamato & Kirihara
When: morning of 18th Oct
Rating: dunno, PG? for suggestive situations
Summary: Kirihara wakes up in compromising position, stuff happens, and they end up in similar position they have started in~...

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The afternoon wore on into evening, the evening into night, and still Kirihara had yet to rouse. Yamato managed his way down to the kitchens around eleven at night just to get something to snack on; when he returned, the other mutant taking over his bed had still yet to rouse… which was very unusual for the boy, if Yamato understood properly. Maybe it was something about the bed that kept Kirihara asleep? Or perhaps he had just exhausted himself with the little tiff of sorts, earlier?

The lights had not been turned on – Yamato had no use for them, really, when he was by himself, and with Kirihara asleep, even less of a use. He found a pair of pajamas in that darkness and changed quickly, deciding that the boy would just have to deal with it, as there was only one bed in the room. It was cool enough in the room that it would not be too uncomfortable for two bodies to be in the bed (queen sized, thankfully). Though, Kirihara was taking up the exact center of the bed… Yamato figured this out on his first gentle attempt at getting in the bed – also that Kirihara was not going to wake by being touched. Luis, on the other hand, was immediately on the prowl, purring loudly.

With some level of difficulty, Yamato finally managed to settle into the bed beside Kirihara, caught between the wall and the boy beside him. Luis resettled at the pillows below them, as Yamato attempted to pull his throw blanket over himself, draping it lightly over Kirhara as well, only slightly hindered by a now somewhat annoyed kitten batting at his hair. “Don’t be like that, Luis,” he murmured, rolling on his side so he was facing Kirihara, their noses a couple centimeters apart. He knew there would probably be hell to pay for it in the morning, but he draped his injured hand over the slight curve of Kirihara’s waist, before drifting off, himself, to sleep.

When he next woke, Luis was nipping at his ear agitatedly, making small unhappy sounds as she did. Sometime in the night, Kirihara had managed to pull himself closer to Yamato, tangling their limbs together and, from the look of things, pissing off the cat.

Why was Kirihara asleep for such a long time? The answer was simple; his mind reached its limit and forced the body to rest. Making up for the few weeks of sleeping 2-3 hours per day. Though, the bed was probably at fault as well. It was bigger and softer than the one in Akaya's room.

The source of warmth (that happened to be Yamato, to be exact) that showed up at some point in the night made his body shift closer. Warm was nice, yes. And so they ended up in their current position. And that was the first thing Kirihara had noticed when his mind crawled out of the dream's realm. Though, not really. He knew he was hugging something. Something warm, but not soft like a pillow. Without opening his eyes he squeezed his arms tighter, to confirm his thoughts. Yes, definitely not soft. Next thing that hit him was the scent, that of a living body. Apparently his, still dazed, mind didn't register the information fully, otherwise he would be out of the bed in a split second. Absently Akaya snuggled closer, his cheek brushing the older man's neck and just this information, that reached his brain, woke
him up properly.

With a start Kirihara opened his eyes, and raised himself from the body, he was practically laying on top of. He was out of the bed in a matter of seconds, stumbling on the floor and falling gracelessly on his butt. Vermilion eyes wide, pink blush staining his cheeks.

A small sliver of surprise shot through Yamato at the momentary intimacy of dark hair brushing under his jaw, and a soft cheek against his neck. He opened his mouth to say something when suddenly the boy jolted up, scrambling off the bed and landing somewhere beyond the edge with a thud. Pushing himself up, and coaxing the kitten into his lap, Yamato gave a yawn, throwing one hand through mused hair. His first inclination was to say something teasing, ignoring the fact that Luis was trying to eat his thumb
of his injured hand. "Good morning, Kirihara-kun." It would be just as bad, he imagined, to act as though this happened every day as it would be to bring attention to the fact that Kirihara had just leapt from the bed where he had been, up until very recently, curled up practically on top of Yamato.

Of course, he would not be Yamato if he did not have a bit of fun at Kirihara's expense... though even he had to admit this particular cue was taken directly from Sengoku, the strange but amusing boy from that other school. "Then again, I suppose it would be more appropriate to call you Aka--" another yawn, stifled by his hand, "Akaya, now."

Kirihara gaped, his flush darkening considerably. His mind frantically replaying the events of yesterday's evening. (Yeah, "yesterday's", he did notice it was morning already.) He looked down to his clothes, untouched (apart from being creased from sleep, of course) and he didn't feel like he had been... well, molested, either. Akaya eyed the other suspiciously with a slight pout.

Kirihara didn't mind the fact Yamato would use his first name, he never did. Actually, he preferred to be called "Akaya", "Kirihara" was formal, and he didn't like to be formal. He did mind, though, what the older man implied with it. As far as he was concerned nothing had happened, because hell, he would know otherwise... wouldn't he? And sleeping together (though, how they ended up in such positiong was out of his mind) was nothing bad (slightly embarrassing, but not bad).

" 'Morning." Akaya answered grumpily.

Stretching once more, the small black kitten abandoned her owner, going to join Kirihara on the floor, curling up in his lap before he could protest. Similarly stretching, Yamato swung his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting there in the darkness, wondering just how long he had slept -- for him it was unusual to sleep much beyond five in the morning, regardless of how late he had gone to bed, but something told him it was a bit later since the boy had not, or so it sounded, gone for a light switch. "Mm, what time
is it?" He had to admit, his voice sounded a bit scratchy -- and his mind was not all it could be before the day's first cup of coffee.

Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he remembered something about a promise to Tomoka to meet her in the morning... but he assumed that it was early enough that it would not be in conflict with the current predicament. A thin smile worked its way onto Yamato's lips as he remembered, also, cleaning with Niou
-- if Kirihara took long enough to look around, he would discover his guitar had been recovered.

Akaya eeped as the kitten jumped into his lap, he totally forgot about her presence. He didn't mind, but he had to stand up, so Luis had to go back to the floor. With a small yawn he stretched as well, shirt sliding up exposing a bit of ivory skin. Just then he caught a sight of his guitar. Which meant... the music room was cleaned.

Time? Kirihara didn't wear a wristwatch; his internal clock was enough for him. "Uhm, probably between 8 and 9 am.," he answered, still itching to clear the matter of... erm... sleeping, but added instead, "Thanks for bringing the guitar back, senpai."

“My pleasure,” responded Yamato, also coming to a stand blinking sleep out of his eyes and already wondering where he had put his sunglasses the night before. It was one detail of the night he was still entirely in the dark about. Another included since when Kirihara was the clingy type – even if it
was in his sleep; something pleasant to be logged away for future reference. “Though, you don’t have to call me something so formal, Akaya, it doesn’t make sense.”

Luis was alert enough to give Yamato use of her eyes, though she was looking at Kirihara’s ankles, which was not exactly helpful. He scooped her up in his left hand, still careful of his right, and was able to get a decent look at Kirihara – who looked better rested than Yamato had ever seen him. It made sense, of course, but it was still a pleasant surprise. He extended his hand a little, catching a glimpse of it from Luis’ perspective. “Would you mind helping me change the bandaging?”

Akaya kept the retort, that he would not change what he called Yamato, to himself. It did make sense to him, that's all that mattered and he was being stubborn again. And if he knew the older man didn't know where his shades were, Kirihara would pray he would never find them again. Sure, eyes that didn't focus were a bit disturbing, but he preferred it over sunglasses.

With a short nod he left, to get the first-aid kit, to the bathroom. Where the towel from yesterday was still in the sink in now pink water. Apparently no one cared enough to rinse it and leave to dry, which was why Akaya did it. He took another towel, together with the kit, just in case and returned to the room. Carefully as to not trip again, just like the last time. He decided, he needed a bath, and badly, right after he was finished here.

Once back in the room, he sat on the bed, the first-aid kit opened stood on the floor by his legs. "Sit." Akaya ordered.

"Woof," replied Yamato cheerfully, a chuckle bubbling out from his lips as he followed the command like a good dog. That thought made him laugh a little harder, as he settled a bit nearer Kirihara than could really be necessary, and extended his hand to the boy, trying to keep Luis under control with his other hand, though she had taken a liking to the roll of gauze, and was attempting to leap over to it, squirming in Yamato's arm. After a moment, the man was forced to give up, allowing the kitten to dart across the bed and pounce on the gauze, batting at it playfully and sending it shooting across the floor, where she proceeded to chase it.

With as second burst of laughter, Yamato apologized, "She's a little hyper this time of day." Hopefully Kirihara did not need the gauze, though the man strongly suspected his younger companion did. There was a thunk as the roll rebounded off something, Luis dead on its heels, darting around the room like a bat out of hell. Perhaps a "little hyper" was an understatement.

And yes, Kirihara did need that gauze, though; in current situation he would have to get another (fortunately there was plenty). Using the one Luis was playing now with did not even cross his mind. He snickered at the man's silly behavior, was he really 20? Heh.

He took the hand, undid the bandage and studied the cut again. Like he thought, it would heal quickly enough at which he heaved a sigh of relief. Quickly cleaning the cut again with antiseptic, he put on a new dressing. "I will have to change it again in the evening," He informed the older man and added, "tomorrow you probably won't need a dressing again." He came to hate hospitals pretty soon, and that was the result. He had no problems with tending lighter wounds.

He cleaned up again, thought briefly about chasing the kitten for that roll of gauze, but put it aside. That would just look hilarious, to say at least. And even though the man was blind, he didn't want to make an ass of himself.

This bedside manner Kirihara was now displaying was far superior to his attitude before; then again, at that time, Yamato had irritated him, he had lost his cool, and it was understandable that he had been just a bit gruff. A gentle smile on his face, Yamato asked, "Shall we go out tonight, then? If you're going to be seeing me this evening, anyway, that is." His attempt at being sly was somewhat ruined by the gauze bouncing off his foot, drawing his attention downward to where Luis was gnawing serenely on the white
almost-fabric, curled around it, securely holding it with her claws.

She had, however, also spotted his sunglasses for him that had somehow ended up on the floor beside the bed, just below his feet. Lucky for him that he had not stepped on them. He reached down to pluck them from the ground, dusting the lenses with the sleeve of his pajama top.

Kirihara wanted to snatch the glasses away, and... Maybe use his power on them. Ah yes, he would have to remember that next time he had them in his hands. "Accidentally" charge then and oops~... boom! No shades anymore. It wasn't important just why he disliked the item so much, only that he did. A lot.

And yes! Akaya did want to go out, there was one movie he wanted to see for some time now. "Cinema!" he blurted out, biting his tongue the next second.

The man nearly dropped the sunglasses in surprise at the sudden blurted response. It was startling how suddenly the boy had spoken; and even were that not the case, Yamato had not expected the boy to be quite so compliant. Rather frequently, it seemed of late, Kirihara managed to surprise his upperclassman with his manner – he was not made of temper and unease as Niou would have everyone believe.

Dismissing these thoughts, Yamato clutched his glasses in his fingers and gave a small nod, agreeing, “A movie would be great. Why don’t you pick a theatre and a time and just tell me later.” He stood, careful to avoid the ball of kitten at his feet, offering Kirihara a hand up as he did. “You probably want to get home and take a shower and change, though, right?”

Bath, shower, anything, yeah. "Like hell." Akaya nodded, taking the offered hand and standing up as well.

There was a pretty good chance that Kirihara would not believe him later, but Yamato really had not intended for what happened next. Well… not most of it, anyway. In pulling Kirihara to his feet, Yamato had (mostly) inadvertently placed them close enough that with the (very intentional) hand that Yamato put to Kirihara’s chin, tilting the boy’s face up just slightly, it would take little more than craning his neck down for Yamato to kiss the boy. He did not test this theory just yet, remaining a moment still with his
hand gently rested against Kirihara’s chin, amazed that his companion had not yet loudly protested to the touch; and for just a brief flash, the man’s mint-colored eyes seemed to focus perfectly on Kirihara’s, his expression, for just a handful of seconds, lacking the usual mirth that had become so typically Yamato.

Once again, it was completely ruined by Luis suddenly biting at his pajama pants. Then, like most awkward moments begin, he was not entirely sure what happened.

Something tripped him up as he took a step back with the intention of picking up Luis, he tripped over something (curse his blind eyes) and out of instinct grabbed for something to keep from falling… which just so happened to be Kirihara; both tumbled to the ground, the younger boy landing atop the man with a painful thud as Yamato’s back, nearly simultaneously, hit the floor. The man tried to laugh – it was indeed funny – but it came out more as a somewhat amused groan. “You okay?” he asked. The words had
barely made it out of his mouth when there was a knock on the door. The door he had not locked.

Yamato tried to sit, but Kirihara had not yet moved, and all it amounted to was Kirihara sitting in the blind mutant’s lap, while the latter tried to prop himself up with his hands, and the door opened. “Yamato-sempai!” The girl he had been expecting to come in the morning – Tomoka – burst in the
door with the greeting; apparently stopping at the sight she was treated to upon entering. Luis mewled a greeting. Yamato just sighed.

“Good morning, Tomoka-chan.”

Kirihara did want to protest loudly, but something in the other's expression kept his mouth shut. Of course, he would resort to violence if the man did what Akaya was thinking he wanted to do. Senpai or not, he did not consent to such treatment. Goddammit, ask before taking something. Whether he would give the permission or not was another matter all together.

One moment he was staring up at Yamato and his serious expression, thinking when, where and how hard he would have to hit the man, the next moment... he found himself on the floor, or rather, on Yamato (again!), face in the other's shirt. That had to hurt, because Kirihara might not be heavy, but he wasn't light as a feather either.

He was sitting up and just opened his mouth to confirm that, yes, he was okay, when he head the knock and saw the girl burst into the room... red eyes widening, embarrassment showing on his face, as he realised just how suggestive their current position was. Just great! And the blind mutant again made it seem like an everyday thing.

Akaya was out of the room (with the guitar) as fast as he could, sprinting up the stairs to his own, slamming the door shut behind him. Fuck it if it was rude, see as he cared. And he would not apologise.