rp log Oshitari and Ohtori
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tenipuri_xpDated: Last night
Rating: PG
Summary: After a long fight with Shishido over the journals, Ohtori goes outside to tend to some anger management, when Oshitari comes over to see what the ruckus is. They chat about what set off the two boys, and in his own way, Oshitari decides to help the boys get together.
The air around the house of the Brotherhood was frigid, blowing bitingly through Oshitari's hair as he slumped his tall frame against a large tree. His eyes were closed, yet he was moving, drawing the bow across his violin in short, violent sweeps that reverberated darkly into the gray afternoon. He wasn't dressed properly to be outside, only in a pair of tight designer jeans and a half unbuttoned shirt, but the cold only invigorated him. As long as there wasn't the threat of frostbite, he could ignore it for a time. He often preferred the feeling of warming up after chilling himself to the bone, and had never questioned the why of that fact.
The wind continued to blow his hair about his face as he abruptly switched pieces to something more melancholy, haunting.
Ohtori had a new favorite game to play. Throwing his arm completely out of it’s socket. He’d done it once before. It had hurt like no one’s business and he had to be carried off of the field. So he half hoped to be carried away from here and Shishido. Catching the ball again, his fingers stiff and raw in the cold air, he took a deep breath watching its ghost in the dreary gray sky, and then threw again. The ball whistled through the air at a rapid flight and soon was slammed mercilessly into the brick wall outside of the institute. The otherwise silent evening shattered by his tired panting and the crack of a small ball against the solid bricks. After the thud, he had a few seconds to regain the ball and then pitch again. If his coach were alive, he would kill him for trying to wreck his arm like that.
The thudding broke through Oshitari's concentration, and he growled under his breath at the interruption. Dark eyes snapped open, glaring at the direction the sound came from. Not so far away...could the culprit not hear him practicing? His lips curled into a disgusted grimace even as he called out. "Do you happen to mind? I have no need for amateur percussionists!" He shot another annoyed look in the noisy direction and took up his instrument again, pausing a moment to listen for more thudding, then shrugging and reapplying his bow.
In fact, no, Ohtori couldn’t hear the music over his own loud breathing. Didn’t hear it, or didn’t choose to was all a matter up for debate. So he scooped up his ball and threw again, crying out as that one actually hurt. Yeah, that was a wrenched shoulder. He’d have to throw harder still just to get any damage done. That might make him feel better. Not that it mattered. Catching the ball again, he threw harder, hearing some cement from the wall actually fall off and hit the ground below.
Giving up, Oshitari snarled and pushed himself off of the tree, stalking around the corner of the house. Depending on who it was, they were about to get a rude awakening for interrupting him. He had come outside for the express reason that it was quiet. Quiet in a way that a house full of teenaged male mutants could never hope to attain.
Rounding the corner, something came flying towards his head. His peripheral vision registered it, and a quick and wholly undignified stumble back saved him from the crushing blow of a baseball. He landed hard on his back, his vioin and bow falling to the overgrown grass beside him.
Realizing someone had rounded the corner after the ball had already left his fingers, he stared, frozen in wide eyed horror as the ball flew at the other mutant. As soon as the other, he identified at Oshitari moved and fell backwards, Ohtori jumped and ran toward him, ignoring the ball as it rolled past him on its way back to where it had started. The thudding sound from the ball hitting the wall was still echoing when the silver haired mutant skidded to a halt and kneeled at the other’s side. “Oshitari-san! Are you okay?! That could’ve taken your head off!” Probably not literally, but he wasn’t one for testing such things.
Stifling a painful groan, Oshitari pulled himself up, closing his eyes briefly to collect himself, and then shot Ohtori a look. "I am unhurt, Ohtori-kun. Do you make it a habit of hurling objects and making a racket?" He fished around for his glasses, since they too had flown off at his landing. Finding them a foot from his hip, he slipped them back on, standing up and dusting himself off before he took stock of his instrument. Picking it up, he grimaced unpleasantly at the grass and dirt in the bow, the slight smudges on the once perfectly gleaming wood of the violin.
Holding his hands out to help, only to pull them back at the look he received, he rubbed them together anxiously and started a mumbled and stuttered series of apologies that could make even the most repentant on sinners curl up and die. “I- I am sorry. He decided to give the other a little time to examine the violin in peace, running after his ball and returning seconds later, a little winded. “It isn’t broken right? I know that violins aren’t cheap….I am so sorry…”
Oshitari held up his hand. "No, cheap is not a word I would associate with this instrument either. However, it isn't harmed, merely dirty. Your apology is accepted, Ohtori-kun." Working on brushing the grass out of his bow, the strat tucked under his arm for the moment, Oshitari flicked a curious look at the young mutant. "I don't believe you answered my question, however."
Ohtori settled against the wall and kneeled, rolling the ball back and forth in his hand and staring off into space until his own name brought him back. “Question?” He turned to look at the other and frowned slightly. “Just having a bad night, I’m sorry I disturbed you. I can try to be quieter.”
"Doubtful, if you intend to start hurling that ball again" Oshitari remarked dryly, now turning to wipe the smears of dirt off of the strat with the tail of his shirt. He was less annoyed now, glancing at the boy, curiosity nipping him. "Was there an incident? Or do you not feel well, Ohtori-kun?"
Stuffing the ball into his jacket pocket, he sat down fully against the wall and stared at the dusty toes of his sneakers and wrinkled his nose slightly. “I feel as well as I can expect to,” save the nagging ache in his shoulder now that he had started succeeding in his task of distracting himself from his aching heart. “It was just a fight with someone…that’s all. I’ll stop throwing the ball around.”
There certainly were countless members of the Brotherhood Ohtori could have fought with; holding onto one's temper was definitely a priority in their house. But it would have had to have been someone specific to put that particular look in the other mutant's eyes, from the glance Oshitari had gotten.
It was a guess, but he was almost certain it was a correct one. "Shishido-kun, I take it?"
Blinking at the accurate guess the teen offered a slightly sad smile, “you sure you aren’t actually a mind reader?” He curled a little tighter against the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest and looking at the other with depressed brown eyes, he’d been so angry before but now he was slowing down and the anger was already falling away into a guilty feeling instead…”How did you know?”
"Mm. He seems to be the only other person you are familiar enough with here that you would feel bad about fighting with." And, Oshitari added to himself, the one person who had absolutely no tact when it came to arguing. Shishido-kun rarely used any discretion when he was angry, and had a propensity towards always having the last word. Not to mention Oshitari's suspicion that there was something of an attraction between the former Ryuhana student and the Brotherhood's resident winged moron. The online journals truly were plusses when one wanted information, even from the most banal of conversations. And Shishido's constant blushing and defensive reactions when anyone mentioned Ohtori only leaned the evidence in favor of Oshitari's theory.
"May I ask what it was about, Ohtori-kun?" he said in such a way that indicated he would be immensely disappointed if Ohtori did indeed mind.
“I don’t really like fighting with anyone.” Ohtori began, resting his chin on the crossed arms that draped over his bony knees. He didn’t know where to begin, would it be okay to explain the unrequited crushes, the messy triangle with Kaidoh-kun, secret massages, and the confessions just before he ran away? And then to add in the name issue and about rebuilding trust? Biting hard on his lower lip, he averted his eyes, not wanting to disappoint the other, but not really in the mood to give his whole life’s story right now… “Just, he and I were friends. But I screwed it up, and he keeps expecting me to fix it….but he isn’t helping matters at all.”
How like Shishido-kun... "Though I don't know the specifics, I will say Shishido-kun is by nature a difficult person to deal with when he is upset. Which he easily is, most of the time." It was the kindest way Oshitari knew how to put it, and he stifled a chuckle as he put the now clean violin to his chin and experimentally drew the bow across it. It sounded fine, no annoying bits of rock or gravel stuck in the fine horse hairs of the bow.
"Perhaps he cares for you too much, and it causes him to lose his objectivity in the matter" he offered, hiding the quick upward curl of a tiny smirk.
“He has a funny way of showing it.” Ohtori muttered, listening to the slow sound of the violin filling the silence between them while he thought a little longer. “He keeps saying he wants the old me back- I just don’t know what to do about it. I mean, I am me…just some things have changed a little…” Why was this so darn confusing? “And he wants me to prove that he can trust me…How?”
Oshitari snorted, pausing in his halfhearted playing long enough to spare Ohtori a sympathetic look. If Shishido was considering a relationship with this one, he was systematically demolishing his own chances. "I'm quite sure I am the last person Shishido-kun would recommend receiving advice on trust from. However...how that trust was lost in the first place almost always can be turned around in the same manner, I've found."
“I broke a promise to him…” Ohtori frowned slightly, “at least that seems to be the main reason he seems to hate me right now.” He reached down to pick at a healing scab on his arm just below his elbow and watch it bleed just a little bit. He was apparently still broken, and that alone bothered him, but it also made him realize he needed someone to help put him back together again. “But he wants to talk about …what we fought about.”
"And what was that, may I ask?" Oshitari let his instrument down, giving Ohtori his full attention as he dropped to sit cross-legged on the grass. With the violin resting in his lap, he watched the boy, taking in the scab picking and reluctance all at once. His eyes were intent behind the shield of useless glass.
Hesitating a moment, he stopped picking at his arm and instead tried to focus on putting on the metal gauntlets he had removed just so he could pitch comfortably. He wouldn’t get as upset if he were distracted a little. “First about…what happened to me before Blackguard saved me…then he was angry about me saying I was ok. I know I am not okay, but seriously, this is as good as I will be for a while, so I think it’s ok.” He had to take a deep breath there, “ and then he starts in on me saying I have some tragedy, so I said he should be happy he is harmless, but he just yelled more…and I yelled back and now I don’t even know exactly why we are fighting.”
"Ah" Oshitari replied, starting to understand a bit. And feeling a bit smug on top of it. "So Shishido-kun was worried about you. And you were obviously injured before Brother Blackguard brought you here...Shishido-kun apparently expresses his concern poorly. Most arguments regarding such things usually result from one person's inability to express certain things to the other. In this case, perhaps Shishido-kun wishes to tell you something or share something he feels he can't at the moment, so his only other avenue of communicating is to attack you on related topics." He rattled all of this off, inwardly smirking at the knowledge that he had pegged Shishido's interest in this one correctly. Oshitari cradled his chin in one hand, propped up with an elbow to his knee.
“I don’t know. I mean yeah, I was pretty hurt..and I was hiding for a bit. Wouldn’t you?” He sighed deeply. “It all started because Shishido-san didn’t like Kaidoh-kun back at Ryuhana…and then he finally said he might like me…and I was going to try and sort it out, but then something happened and I had to leave. I promised Shishido-san I would call if I ever ran away- but I left my phone back at my old school…” Chewing his lower lip with a little more frustration, he dropped his forehead to his arms and shook his head. “I don’t know…I thought I really liked him, you know. But I can’t deal with all of this fighting anymore.”
More pieces dropping neatly into place. Shishido-kun was so typically predictable. "Hm. I do hope this won't offend you...but from this end, it appears all the fighting derives directly from unrequitedness. If I remember correctly, Kaidoh-kun was your boyfriend at Ryuhana..." He smiled at Ohtori, "A fact I picked up from perusing online journals. And Shishido-kun is extremely defensive and blushes when anything is implied about your...friendship. Have you simply not asked him if he likes you or not?"
“Yeah- I …sort of ran away from him.” He blushed, just remembering some of the events that had inadvertently led to him hurting the other, he rubbed absently at his scarred shoulder and forced himself to smile. “I did eventually learn he thought he might like me, but wasn’t sure about being….you know…into guys.”
"You weren't sure you were into guys? Or Shishido-kun?" Oshitari leaned a little closer.
"Shishido-san. I've ...known a while...since Kaidoh-kun." He blushed and looked down at his arms dully. "Why?"
"Mm" Oshitari graced Ohtori with a wide smile. "Perhaps it isn't for me to say, but let me reassure you on that issue, Ohtori-kun. Shishido-kun most definitely is 'into guys'. In fact, I'm quite sure he is mostly into you." Shishido would kill him, he had no doubt of it, but really...did his stubborn stupidity have to extend itself to squabbling with his crush because he couldn't admit he wanted him? The winged mutant had mouth enough to blurt out everything he didn't want.
And, since Oshitari could only surmise Shishido's recent bouts of short temperedness had derived partly from worry over Ohtori, perhaps ochaestrating a relationship between the two (and incidently getting Shishido laid more often) would improve the long-haired mutant's disposition.
Looking up with large eyes shining with hope, he returned the smile, if not with a fraction of his normal cheer. “Then why can’t he just accept that I made a mistake and never meant to hurt him…he said that was why he needs to trust me. But he keeps hurting me, and I still trust him.” It seemed a little unfair to him. He wasn’t going to ask what evidence led the other to believe Shishido’s preferences were such; he’d had enough trauma for one day. He just was happy to hear that someone else would agree with him on that. “So, what should I do?”
Barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Oshitari cocked his head on his hand, seemingly thinking about it.
"Shishido-kun is notoriously oblivious, Ohtori-kun. I doubt that he fully realizes he is hurting you. Most likely he is lashing out because he is hurt himself. As for what you should do...if you like him, truly like him, " he stressed, "You will need to employ a direct approach. Anything else will go over his head." He smirked a bit. "Don't use big words. If he argues over something pointless, don't allow him to have the last word. I believe he has an ingrained detest of logic, so simply speak how you feel." He straightened a bit. "I don't believe you are the sort to simply 'jump' him, as they say, and any other advice I could give you would include some variation of that." He chuckled.
“Heh- he and I are a pair…” He could be just as oblivious in his own rights, but was at least actively working on fixing that problem. He hated the fact he knew he was at least partly responsible for hurting the winged mutant. Though those fluffy white wing probably made him seem more fragile than he really was. “I do! I just- don’t think I can ‘jump’ him or anything like that. But I can try being more direct…when I see him tomorrow.” Somehow…
"That would be a step in the right direction, I believe." Oshitari clapped his hands on his knees, smiling pleasantly enough at the other mutant. "You needn't mention talking to me about it, of course, Ohtori-kun. But, if you should, it would be appreciated if you gave me notice. Shishido-kun is very...sensitive....to people intruding on his business." He picked up his violin, effortlessly playing out a funeral march with a smirk towards the other.
Blinking at the familiar song, he blanched. “He wouldn’t? Right? I mean, if you think he’s going to be angry I don’t need to mention this at all..” He waved his hands, one knee falling to rest on the sidewalk while the other stayed upright. He wouldn’t want to get Oshitari-san in any trouble with Shishido-san, not to say that the other seemed the dangerous sort, but one could never tell for sure.
The smirk widened. "One doesn't tempt fate, Ohtori-kun. He has been angry with me for much less." He paused in his playing, abruptly looking serious. "Despite the fact that I admittedly enjoy irritating him on occasion, I happen to think highly of Shishido-kun. I think it worth the possibility of being beaten...yet again...to point you in the right direction, if you are the one he wants."
Beaten again? He blinked; his mouth hanging slightly open as he stared at the other widely. Shishido-san beat him? That didn’t sound too right, but Oshitari-san had been right about his temper, and maybe Shishido just took it easy on him because maybe he did like him. “Oh, I don’t want to get you in trouble. And- maybe I’ll just ask him about his feelings before the direct approach…to be safe.”
"If you get an straight answer, I'll be surprised, Ohtori-kun. You may have to ask repeatedly" Oshitari replied, his humor returned. "Watch his wings. When he is uncomfortable or embarrassed, they twitch and ruffle." Normally Oshitari didn't share this much information with anyone, but he believed Ohtori would need all the help he could get overcoming Shishido's obtuseness. It was little enough to pay to see something come out of it.
“Thank you…I’ll have to see. I don’t want to give up on him…” He was making mental notes, now all he had to do was talk to the other teen. That of course was the hard part. But he had until tomorrow evening to decide how to do it, and there would be no running away as Shishido-san had made it clear they would be talking one way or the other.
"Then do not" was Oshitari's final bit of advice, closing the topic by opting to play a soft, romantic piece just for the occasion, his eyes closing as he played. To be on the safe side, he would make sure to keep far enough away from Shishido for the next few days.
One didn't tempt fate, after all.
“Thanks again, senpai. I won’t.” He smiled a little more naturally, even if the obvious musical cues were making his cheeks flush and burn brightly. “I should go and get some sleep, I think tomorrow may be a very long day.” Either way that this went, he was sure he would not be getting much rest that night at all. They would either have much to talk about, or he would be in his room, hiding under his blanket until the world ended. “Good night, I’m sorry I interrupted your playing…”
"Not at all, Ohtori-kun. Have a pleasant night" Oshitari called after him, irrepressibly smirking as he let the piece play itself out, imagining Shishido's face when the event finally occurred. He almost wished he could be there.
His playing ended, he let the strat drop back into his lap so that he could stretch. He wasn't tired in the least...perhaps it was time to change and seek out someone to practice on.
One could never practice enough.
Rating: PG
Summary: After a long fight with Shishido over the journals, Ohtori goes outside to tend to some anger management, when Oshitari comes over to see what the ruckus is. They chat about what set off the two boys, and in his own way, Oshitari decides to help the boys get together.
The air around the house of the Brotherhood was frigid, blowing bitingly through Oshitari's hair as he slumped his tall frame against a large tree. His eyes were closed, yet he was moving, drawing the bow across his violin in short, violent sweeps that reverberated darkly into the gray afternoon. He wasn't dressed properly to be outside, only in a pair of tight designer jeans and a half unbuttoned shirt, but the cold only invigorated him. As long as there wasn't the threat of frostbite, he could ignore it for a time. He often preferred the feeling of warming up after chilling himself to the bone, and had never questioned the why of that fact.
The wind continued to blow his hair about his face as he abruptly switched pieces to something more melancholy, haunting.
Ohtori had a new favorite game to play. Throwing his arm completely out of it’s socket. He’d done it once before. It had hurt like no one’s business and he had to be carried off of the field. So he half hoped to be carried away from here and Shishido. Catching the ball again, his fingers stiff and raw in the cold air, he took a deep breath watching its ghost in the dreary gray sky, and then threw again. The ball whistled through the air at a rapid flight and soon was slammed mercilessly into the brick wall outside of the institute. The otherwise silent evening shattered by his tired panting and the crack of a small ball against the solid bricks. After the thud, he had a few seconds to regain the ball and then pitch again. If his coach were alive, he would kill him for trying to wreck his arm like that.
The thudding broke through Oshitari's concentration, and he growled under his breath at the interruption. Dark eyes snapped open, glaring at the direction the sound came from. Not so far away...could the culprit not hear him practicing? His lips curled into a disgusted grimace even as he called out. "Do you happen to mind? I have no need for amateur percussionists!" He shot another annoyed look in the noisy direction and took up his instrument again, pausing a moment to listen for more thudding, then shrugging and reapplying his bow.
In fact, no, Ohtori couldn’t hear the music over his own loud breathing. Didn’t hear it, or didn’t choose to was all a matter up for debate. So he scooped up his ball and threw again, crying out as that one actually hurt. Yeah, that was a wrenched shoulder. He’d have to throw harder still just to get any damage done. That might make him feel better. Not that it mattered. Catching the ball again, he threw harder, hearing some cement from the wall actually fall off and hit the ground below.
Giving up, Oshitari snarled and pushed himself off of the tree, stalking around the corner of the house. Depending on who it was, they were about to get a rude awakening for interrupting him. He had come outside for the express reason that it was quiet. Quiet in a way that a house full of teenaged male mutants could never hope to attain.
Rounding the corner, something came flying towards his head. His peripheral vision registered it, and a quick and wholly undignified stumble back saved him from the crushing blow of a baseball. He landed hard on his back, his vioin and bow falling to the overgrown grass beside him.
Realizing someone had rounded the corner after the ball had already left his fingers, he stared, frozen in wide eyed horror as the ball flew at the other mutant. As soon as the other, he identified at Oshitari moved and fell backwards, Ohtori jumped and ran toward him, ignoring the ball as it rolled past him on its way back to where it had started. The thudding sound from the ball hitting the wall was still echoing when the silver haired mutant skidded to a halt and kneeled at the other’s side. “Oshitari-san! Are you okay?! That could’ve taken your head off!” Probably not literally, but he wasn’t one for testing such things.
Stifling a painful groan, Oshitari pulled himself up, closing his eyes briefly to collect himself, and then shot Ohtori a look. "I am unhurt, Ohtori-kun. Do you make it a habit of hurling objects and making a racket?" He fished around for his glasses, since they too had flown off at his landing. Finding them a foot from his hip, he slipped them back on, standing up and dusting himself off before he took stock of his instrument. Picking it up, he grimaced unpleasantly at the grass and dirt in the bow, the slight smudges on the once perfectly gleaming wood of the violin.
Holding his hands out to help, only to pull them back at the look he received, he rubbed them together anxiously and started a mumbled and stuttered series of apologies that could make even the most repentant on sinners curl up and die. “I- I am sorry. He decided to give the other a little time to examine the violin in peace, running after his ball and returning seconds later, a little winded. “It isn’t broken right? I know that violins aren’t cheap….I am so sorry…”
Oshitari held up his hand. "No, cheap is not a word I would associate with this instrument either. However, it isn't harmed, merely dirty. Your apology is accepted, Ohtori-kun." Working on brushing the grass out of his bow, the strat tucked under his arm for the moment, Oshitari flicked a curious look at the young mutant. "I don't believe you answered my question, however."
Ohtori settled against the wall and kneeled, rolling the ball back and forth in his hand and staring off into space until his own name brought him back. “Question?” He turned to look at the other and frowned slightly. “Just having a bad night, I’m sorry I disturbed you. I can try to be quieter.”
"Doubtful, if you intend to start hurling that ball again" Oshitari remarked dryly, now turning to wipe the smears of dirt off of the strat with the tail of his shirt. He was less annoyed now, glancing at the boy, curiosity nipping him. "Was there an incident? Or do you not feel well, Ohtori-kun?"
Stuffing the ball into his jacket pocket, he sat down fully against the wall and stared at the dusty toes of his sneakers and wrinkled his nose slightly. “I feel as well as I can expect to,” save the nagging ache in his shoulder now that he had started succeeding in his task of distracting himself from his aching heart. “It was just a fight with someone…that’s all. I’ll stop throwing the ball around.”
There certainly were countless members of the Brotherhood Ohtori could have fought with; holding onto one's temper was definitely a priority in their house. But it would have had to have been someone specific to put that particular look in the other mutant's eyes, from the glance Oshitari had gotten.
It was a guess, but he was almost certain it was a correct one. "Shishido-kun, I take it?"
Blinking at the accurate guess the teen offered a slightly sad smile, “you sure you aren’t actually a mind reader?” He curled a little tighter against the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest and looking at the other with depressed brown eyes, he’d been so angry before but now he was slowing down and the anger was already falling away into a guilty feeling instead…”How did you know?”
"Mm. He seems to be the only other person you are familiar enough with here that you would feel bad about fighting with." And, Oshitari added to himself, the one person who had absolutely no tact when it came to arguing. Shishido-kun rarely used any discretion when he was angry, and had a propensity towards always having the last word. Not to mention Oshitari's suspicion that there was something of an attraction between the former Ryuhana student and the Brotherhood's resident winged moron. The online journals truly were plusses when one wanted information, even from the most banal of conversations. And Shishido's constant blushing and defensive reactions when anyone mentioned Ohtori only leaned the evidence in favor of Oshitari's theory.
"May I ask what it was about, Ohtori-kun?" he said in such a way that indicated he would be immensely disappointed if Ohtori did indeed mind.
“I don’t really like fighting with anyone.” Ohtori began, resting his chin on the crossed arms that draped over his bony knees. He didn’t know where to begin, would it be okay to explain the unrequited crushes, the messy triangle with Kaidoh-kun, secret massages, and the confessions just before he ran away? And then to add in the name issue and about rebuilding trust? Biting hard on his lower lip, he averted his eyes, not wanting to disappoint the other, but not really in the mood to give his whole life’s story right now… “Just, he and I were friends. But I screwed it up, and he keeps expecting me to fix it….but he isn’t helping matters at all.”
How like Shishido-kun... "Though I don't know the specifics, I will say Shishido-kun is by nature a difficult person to deal with when he is upset. Which he easily is, most of the time." It was the kindest way Oshitari knew how to put it, and he stifled a chuckle as he put the now clean violin to his chin and experimentally drew the bow across it. It sounded fine, no annoying bits of rock or gravel stuck in the fine horse hairs of the bow.
"Perhaps he cares for you too much, and it causes him to lose his objectivity in the matter" he offered, hiding the quick upward curl of a tiny smirk.
“He has a funny way of showing it.” Ohtori muttered, listening to the slow sound of the violin filling the silence between them while he thought a little longer. “He keeps saying he wants the old me back- I just don’t know what to do about it. I mean, I am me…just some things have changed a little…” Why was this so darn confusing? “And he wants me to prove that he can trust me…How?”
Oshitari snorted, pausing in his halfhearted playing long enough to spare Ohtori a sympathetic look. If Shishido was considering a relationship with this one, he was systematically demolishing his own chances. "I'm quite sure I am the last person Shishido-kun would recommend receiving advice on trust from. However...how that trust was lost in the first place almost always can be turned around in the same manner, I've found."
“I broke a promise to him…” Ohtori frowned slightly, “at least that seems to be the main reason he seems to hate me right now.” He reached down to pick at a healing scab on his arm just below his elbow and watch it bleed just a little bit. He was apparently still broken, and that alone bothered him, but it also made him realize he needed someone to help put him back together again. “But he wants to talk about …what we fought about.”
"And what was that, may I ask?" Oshitari let his instrument down, giving Ohtori his full attention as he dropped to sit cross-legged on the grass. With the violin resting in his lap, he watched the boy, taking in the scab picking and reluctance all at once. His eyes were intent behind the shield of useless glass.
Hesitating a moment, he stopped picking at his arm and instead tried to focus on putting on the metal gauntlets he had removed just so he could pitch comfortably. He wouldn’t get as upset if he were distracted a little. “First about…what happened to me before Blackguard saved me…then he was angry about me saying I was ok. I know I am not okay, but seriously, this is as good as I will be for a while, so I think it’s ok.” He had to take a deep breath there, “ and then he starts in on me saying I have some tragedy, so I said he should be happy he is harmless, but he just yelled more…and I yelled back and now I don’t even know exactly why we are fighting.”
"Ah" Oshitari replied, starting to understand a bit. And feeling a bit smug on top of it. "So Shishido-kun was worried about you. And you were obviously injured before Brother Blackguard brought you here...Shishido-kun apparently expresses his concern poorly. Most arguments regarding such things usually result from one person's inability to express certain things to the other. In this case, perhaps Shishido-kun wishes to tell you something or share something he feels he can't at the moment, so his only other avenue of communicating is to attack you on related topics." He rattled all of this off, inwardly smirking at the knowledge that he had pegged Shishido's interest in this one correctly. Oshitari cradled his chin in one hand, propped up with an elbow to his knee.
“I don’t know. I mean yeah, I was pretty hurt..and I was hiding for a bit. Wouldn’t you?” He sighed deeply. “It all started because Shishido-san didn’t like Kaidoh-kun back at Ryuhana…and then he finally said he might like me…and I was going to try and sort it out, but then something happened and I had to leave. I promised Shishido-san I would call if I ever ran away- but I left my phone back at my old school…” Chewing his lower lip with a little more frustration, he dropped his forehead to his arms and shook his head. “I don’t know…I thought I really liked him, you know. But I can’t deal with all of this fighting anymore.”
More pieces dropping neatly into place. Shishido-kun was so typically predictable. "Hm. I do hope this won't offend you...but from this end, it appears all the fighting derives directly from unrequitedness. If I remember correctly, Kaidoh-kun was your boyfriend at Ryuhana..." He smiled at Ohtori, "A fact I picked up from perusing online journals. And Shishido-kun is extremely defensive and blushes when anything is implied about your...friendship. Have you simply not asked him if he likes you or not?"
“Yeah- I …sort of ran away from him.” He blushed, just remembering some of the events that had inadvertently led to him hurting the other, he rubbed absently at his scarred shoulder and forced himself to smile. “I did eventually learn he thought he might like me, but wasn’t sure about being….you know…into guys.”
"You weren't sure you were into guys? Or Shishido-kun?" Oshitari leaned a little closer.
"Shishido-san. I've ...known a while...since Kaidoh-kun." He blushed and looked down at his arms dully. "Why?"
"Mm" Oshitari graced Ohtori with a wide smile. "Perhaps it isn't for me to say, but let me reassure you on that issue, Ohtori-kun. Shishido-kun most definitely is 'into guys'. In fact, I'm quite sure he is mostly into you." Shishido would kill him, he had no doubt of it, but really...did his stubborn stupidity have to extend itself to squabbling with his crush because he couldn't admit he wanted him? The winged mutant had mouth enough to blurt out everything he didn't want.
And, since Oshitari could only surmise Shishido's recent bouts of short temperedness had derived partly from worry over Ohtori, perhaps ochaestrating a relationship between the two (and incidently getting Shishido laid more often) would improve the long-haired mutant's disposition.
Looking up with large eyes shining with hope, he returned the smile, if not with a fraction of his normal cheer. “Then why can’t he just accept that I made a mistake and never meant to hurt him…he said that was why he needs to trust me. But he keeps hurting me, and I still trust him.” It seemed a little unfair to him. He wasn’t going to ask what evidence led the other to believe Shishido’s preferences were such; he’d had enough trauma for one day. He just was happy to hear that someone else would agree with him on that. “So, what should I do?”
Barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Oshitari cocked his head on his hand, seemingly thinking about it.
"Shishido-kun is notoriously oblivious, Ohtori-kun. I doubt that he fully realizes he is hurting you. Most likely he is lashing out because he is hurt himself. As for what you should do...if you like him, truly like him, " he stressed, "You will need to employ a direct approach. Anything else will go over his head." He smirked a bit. "Don't use big words. If he argues over something pointless, don't allow him to have the last word. I believe he has an ingrained detest of logic, so simply speak how you feel." He straightened a bit. "I don't believe you are the sort to simply 'jump' him, as they say, and any other advice I could give you would include some variation of that." He chuckled.
“Heh- he and I are a pair…” He could be just as oblivious in his own rights, but was at least actively working on fixing that problem. He hated the fact he knew he was at least partly responsible for hurting the winged mutant. Though those fluffy white wing probably made him seem more fragile than he really was. “I do! I just- don’t think I can ‘jump’ him or anything like that. But I can try being more direct…when I see him tomorrow.” Somehow…
"That would be a step in the right direction, I believe." Oshitari clapped his hands on his knees, smiling pleasantly enough at the other mutant. "You needn't mention talking to me about it, of course, Ohtori-kun. But, if you should, it would be appreciated if you gave me notice. Shishido-kun is very...sensitive....to people intruding on his business." He picked up his violin, effortlessly playing out a funeral march with a smirk towards the other.
Blinking at the familiar song, he blanched. “He wouldn’t? Right? I mean, if you think he’s going to be angry I don’t need to mention this at all..” He waved his hands, one knee falling to rest on the sidewalk while the other stayed upright. He wouldn’t want to get Oshitari-san in any trouble with Shishido-san, not to say that the other seemed the dangerous sort, but one could never tell for sure.
The smirk widened. "One doesn't tempt fate, Ohtori-kun. He has been angry with me for much less." He paused in his playing, abruptly looking serious. "Despite the fact that I admittedly enjoy irritating him on occasion, I happen to think highly of Shishido-kun. I think it worth the possibility of being beaten...yet again...to point you in the right direction, if you are the one he wants."
Beaten again? He blinked; his mouth hanging slightly open as he stared at the other widely. Shishido-san beat him? That didn’t sound too right, but Oshitari-san had been right about his temper, and maybe Shishido just took it easy on him because maybe he did like him. “Oh, I don’t want to get you in trouble. And- maybe I’ll just ask him about his feelings before the direct approach…to be safe.”
"If you get an straight answer, I'll be surprised, Ohtori-kun. You may have to ask repeatedly" Oshitari replied, his humor returned. "Watch his wings. When he is uncomfortable or embarrassed, they twitch and ruffle." Normally Oshitari didn't share this much information with anyone, but he believed Ohtori would need all the help he could get overcoming Shishido's obtuseness. It was little enough to pay to see something come out of it.
“Thank you…I’ll have to see. I don’t want to give up on him…” He was making mental notes, now all he had to do was talk to the other teen. That of course was the hard part. But he had until tomorrow evening to decide how to do it, and there would be no running away as Shishido-san had made it clear they would be talking one way or the other.
"Then do not" was Oshitari's final bit of advice, closing the topic by opting to play a soft, romantic piece just for the occasion, his eyes closing as he played. To be on the safe side, he would make sure to keep far enough away from Shishido for the next few days.
One didn't tempt fate, after all.
“Thanks again, senpai. I won’t.” He smiled a little more naturally, even if the obvious musical cues were making his cheeks flush and burn brightly. “I should go and get some sleep, I think tomorrow may be a very long day.” Either way that this went, he was sure he would not be getting much rest that night at all. They would either have much to talk about, or he would be in his room, hiding under his blanket until the world ended. “Good night, I’m sorry I interrupted your playing…”
"Not at all, Ohtori-kun. Have a pleasant night" Oshitari called after him, irrepressibly smirking as he let the piece play itself out, imagining Shishido's face when the event finally occurred. He almost wished he could be there.
His playing ended, he let the strat drop back into his lap so that he could stretch. He wasn't tired in the least...perhaps it was time to change and seek out someone to practice on.
One could never practice enough.
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Date: 2005-11-21 06:03 pm (UTC)To Shishido's defence he did yell out to Tori that he liked him a lot but was just really really angry at him. Though he really isn't helping the situation much... he's so fickle -__-;
And Tari would die a painful death if Shishi found out exactly what they talked about. He is once again thankful that Tori is not intrusive.