Rp Log: Mizuki & Sakurai

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Date: Uh. Friday, October 14
Rating: PG? for a kiss?
Summary: Where Sakurai is too sweet for his own good, and Mizuki is a naughty, naughty boy.



Another full day. Mizuki sighed softly, pressing his palm to his forehead as he left one of the training rooms. Every day it was testing, showing off his splendid skills and talents, every day new discussions with those who made sure he belonged with the Brotherhood. Why that was ever in question, he couldn’t quite understand. Obviously he was one of the prime students in the group. On top of that, he had stumbled on a few students already and had tried his hand at speaking to a few, just to test them out. And he couldn’t return to his room until enough data had been collected, which meant watching, listening, observing for nearly the whole day. He didn’t mind it, of course. Data was paramount to his quest, but…It did leave him very, very tired.

Sakurai was just trying to work on his math and he would've done so better if only he could remember what exactly it was he was supposed to do. But a glance at the clock insisted it was time for training and he had better get his butt in gear or feel the wrath of his teachers. Running down the hall, passing by other students who rushed around in the perpetual hurry that seemed to be part of mutant life, Sakurai bumped into one of them, catching himself before he fell, though he grabbed the shoulders of the other one to steady themselves.

"Sorry! Oh it's you." Sakurai faced Mizuki. "Sorry, I was in a hurry. Are you done training?" He asked. "Er....what's wrong?" Mizuki was looking right up him with a pale sort of tragedy.

Mizuki nearly went flying as some boorish someone-or-other knocked into him. Luckily, that said person had enough class to make sure he was alright, but being tousled about in such a way after his day certainly didn’t make him feel very good. Who on earth was running around, anyways?

"I'm quite alright." He said quickly to get rid of any suspicions that he was feeling under the weather. Blinking, Mizuki noticed just who had bumped into him and smiled ever so sweetly. "You surprised me... Sakurai-kun, was it?" He had seen the boy running around the complex quite often and had several ideas of what to do with him. He did seem like such a nice boy, after all. "I've just had quite the run around for training today... yourself? You must be tired, as well~"

"Oh, it's good you are." Sakurai looked at Mizuki critically. "You're kinda pale. Are you sure you're ok? 'cause if you needed anything, I could go get it." Sakurai fidgeted at being known. "Um, yeah. Sakurai it is. Mizuki-san, right? No, I'm ok...I've had class and I'm supposed to go to training now...but uh...since I ran into you..." Sakurai felt - oddly enough - kind of weak. Mizuki was making him feel weird.

Mizuki's lips curled into a smirk and he chuckled softly. This boy was very good indeed. Brushing back his hair some, Mizuki decided to try just how far he could get. "Yes, that's right. Mizuki. Training? Well, I suppose your training must be very hard. You're a good worker, Sakurai-kun~ I wouldn’t want to keep you from that..." He sighed softly, glancing sideways at Sakurai once before continuing. "But I have to say, it's rather lonely out here, don’t you think? After all, you did run into me and I'm so tired from all this testing they've been putting me through. You had to go through testing too, yes? You should understand just how tiring it is..." He stopped just short of batting his eyelashes, keeping the smirk at a soft, amused pout.

"Er..." Sakurai was trying to think of something say but he was feeling bizarrely weak at the knees. "I'm...ok with training. It's still only training and uh...not too good with my powers yet. I seem to such a lot of the energy from people sometimes even when I think I'm ok. With it. My powers, I mean. Nooo! I'm ok I can help you if you need me too." Sakurai held his hands up helplessly.

In the back of his head, Sakurai was vaguely aware that he was acting like some lovesick fanboy-- and he had NO idea why.

"Are you tired?" Sakurai felt his lips say.

Nearly laughing, Mizuki tapped his lips as if thinking it over. This was surprisingly easy, which meant that Sakurai was one of those Good Hearted Boys who left himself mostly open to the world. Perfect. "Why, yes, I am feeing a big fatigued. How kind of you to notice." The boy’s ramblings about his powers were quite intriguing and he decided to figure out everything he could from the boy. Passing a hand through his hair with a soft sigh, he looked at Sakurai with large eyes. "I think I better return to my room, to rest. That would be the best course of action, yes? Would it be too much trouble to... assist me?" Granted, Mizuki didn’t really enjoy playing the helpless one most of the time, but when it worked, it worked so well. His pride would take the hit for the information he was surely going to get. "I'd love to hear more about you, Sakurai-kun~"

"More about me? I'm not very interesting-- ok." Sakurai caught himself saying. And his legs were moving along with Mizuki. He looked behind his shoulders kind of helplessly. Mizuki didn't even LOOK that tired, he was just really pale but Sakurai was still following, like he couldn't help it. There was something about Mizuki's voice that was really haunting and hypnotizing.

"But...my...training." Sakurai managed, looking behind him nervously once in a while, while Mizuki just shushed him and took him firmly by the wrist and dragged him to his room.


"Don’t you worry about training...” Mizuki chuckled to himself, pushing open his door. "Just tell them that you were assisting a friend. They should understand. In fact, I'll explain for you~" Chances are Sakurai wouldn’t do a very good job explaining himself and Mizuki couldn’t have his new friend getting into some kind of horrible trouble, now could he?

Locking the door behind him, Mizuki eyed his new catch with a smirk, brushing his hair back. "Now, Sakurai-kun~ Tell me about yourself. What is it exactly that you do, my dear?" He leaned back against the door, just watching him react to the new situation. This was going to be rather fun.

Sakurai snapped back to himself when the door clicked behind him and he noticed a purple coverlet that wasn't one of the training rooms at all. He deduced, from the fancy gold lettering over the bed that said "Number 1" that this had to be Mizuki's room and Mizuki was looking rather pleased with himself.

"Oh. Ok, now that you're here. I suppose I'll be going back to--did you need anything else?" Sakurai stared back at Mizuki when the other laughed a soft high tinkly laugh and he felt all other thought just leave his head like it was erased with a big rubber eraser.

"I do...you mean my powers?" Sakurai held up on hand. "It's hard to explain. I kind of transfer and convert energy?" He looked very dejected, like his power was geeky and uncool and he was about to be dumped by the school's prettiest cheerleader, pom-poms and all.

"Oh really?" Mizuki purred, moving closer, smiling almost shyly because Sakurai was beginning to look a little nervous and that just wouldn’t do. "Do I dare ask for a demonstration? That sounds kind of... dangerous~" Dangerous, but very, very useful. By the sound of it, Sakurai didn’t think very highly of himself, which would have to change if he was going to be of any use to Mizuki. With the power control energy like that, well. He could do quite a bit of damage. "I'm sure you're quite adept at it by now, mm?"

"Not really! I still ruin loads of stuff." If people saw Sakurai's face right now, they'd say he was looking at Mizuki with utter admiration. "Um...I don't know, I don't think this is the best place to be going around using your powers all reck----ok." Sakurai pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit it, passing his other hand through the flame and scooping out the flame so it sat in his other hand while the lighter froze over.

Sakurai stared at his lighter. He vaguely recalled this being the fourth one he'd frozen all week. "So um....there." Sakurai said meekly, closing his fist so the fire went out.

The flame lit up the dimly room and Mizuki's smile grew into something of a wicked smirk. Now wasn’t that utterly fascinating? He chuckled softly, returning to a sweet smile as he took a step closer, reaching out to brush his finger tips over Sakurai's closed fist. "That's a rather amazing talent you have, Sakurai-kun~ Can you do that with, say, people as well?"

"I wouldn't know...I've never tried." Sakurai said, gazing at Mizuki with awe. "What did you do again, Mizuki? I don't think I can remember..." Well that and he couldn't remember a whole bunch of other things. Like what he had for lunch and how to stand up straight...stuff like that.

"That's for the best, now isn’t it? Or else, you might be dangerous to fragile me, wouldn’t you be?" He stepped closer again, letting his hands flutter across Sakurai's shoulders. Just how far he was going to take the game, he wasn’t sure. The boy was looking a little misty eyed, which wasn’t exactly a good sign. This was always the problem--they turned a little too-stupid-in-love. No matter. "Me? Nothing you should worry yourself with, Sakurai-kun~ I'm not nearly as impressive as you are~"

Sakurai gulped, his head was feeling a little light. "So...what should I be doing, Mizuki?" He asked. Mizuki was awfully close to his face and with his back pressed up against the door, there was no clear escape.

"What do you think you should be doing, Sakurai-kun?" Mizuki purred softly, the invitation open on the table. "You've been so kind to me, taking time from practice and everything. I feel that I should reward you some how...” He really did look a little bit like a puppy, all big eyes and nervous stammering. But Mizuki certainly wasn’t going to treat him like any puppy if Sakurai responded appropriately.

"I don't know..." Sakurai furrowed his eyebrows, looking a little confused. "But um...you smell really nice, Mizuki..." He said, rather meekly.

Subtlety obviously wasn’t working very well. "I'm glad you think so...” Mizuki reached out and grabbed Sakurai by the shirt, yanking him a little closer with a low chuckle. "Don’t be afraid, Sakurai-kun~" he whispered, practically purring before pulling him into a kiss.

With those words, Sakurai felt funny and he actually felt all the initial terror drain out of him like Mizuki had influenced it away. And then Mizuki was kissing him - what was he, crazy! He hardly knew the guy! But Sakurai could barely move on his own, some kind of weird puppetmaster dragging his strings along and he half wanted to cry but he didn't want to hurt Mizuki's feelings. His eyes were falling shut. Sakurai had never kissed anyone before and he didn't imagine it to happen like this.

And what the hell...where those sparkles he was seeing, hovering around the curly mop on the ethereal boy's head?

Sakurai's lips moved on his on, his hands frozen in midair while Mizuki made it happen. He was shocked stiff but oh Mizuki was a very good kisser. Not that he had the experience to compare it with.

Cupping Sakurai's face, Mizuki chuckled against his lips, watching him through slitted eyes. He could tell that Sakurai didn’t have much experience and was more than happy to lead him along the way, wondering just how far he could get. No matter what he had said before, Sakurai was still stiff and nervous, something Mizuki was just going to have to work on. Eventually. Purring softly, he broke the kiss, pulling away slightly to smirk at Sakurai's blushing face.

Sakurai pressed his back to the door, gasping for breath and looking through his mussed hair at Mizuki. "What...what happened?" He looked utterly bewildered. "What's so funny!?" Sakurai practically yelled in a near panic.

Mizuki blinked, a little surprised before raising his hands with a little shake of his head. "Nothing, Sakurai-kun~ Calm down. You're fine..." He was regretting his decision to play with the boy a tad bit--the nice ones usually reacted the worst when the spell wore off. "You have nothing to be worried about, alright? You can trust me...”

"No..." Sakurai waved his hands in apology. "No! I meant um....you kissed me but I - hey why are you asking if I'm ok? You didn't do something to me did you?" Sakurai patted himself to make sure he was intact. "Did I hurt you? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Sakurai wasn't sure at all. He was so, so confused. "What happened?" He massaged his head, it was really hard to remember and he was a little dizzy.

"No, I'm perfectly alright, Sakurai-kun~" He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, reaching out to pat the other boy on the head. "We were just having a little chat, mm? You helped me back to my room, remember?" He tipped his head to the side with a smile. "Feeling alright?"

"..............." Sakurai looked a little blank. "I don't remember what happened...." He stared all around Mizuki's room and back at Mizuki again. "What did you do?" He asked, reaching up to flatten his hair consciously.

"Nothing...” Mizuki smiled innocently, brushing his hair back with a blink. "Nothing at all. Are you sure you're feeling alright, Sakurai-kun? Maybe you should skip training for today and rest... It would be bad for you to start getting sick, mm?"

Sakurai looked down at his watch. "Well......oh jeez, I'm really late for training! I don't know where the time went. Are you sure you feel better?" He gave Mizuki a once over and opened the door. "I have to go but I'll see you around ok?"

Sakurai stepped into the hall, his eyebrows furrowed. He was certain something had happened but he couldn't quite me sure. Must be the overpowering smell of Mizuki's perfume-y room that was making him dizzy and he was sure he still saw bright spots behind his eyelids.

He walked down the same way to the training room to catch the rest of it.

What was it Mizuki did again? Sakurai made a mental note to ask later. He was feeling a little guilty about something he wasn't sure of and why the hell did his mouth taste sweet?