RP log - Kevin, Taka
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Dated: WAAAAAAAAAY backdated. Erm, like, from 24 to 31 October, just before the Halloween screw-up. :3
Characters: Kevin Smith, Takashi Kawamura.
Rating: PG/PG-13 for swearing.
Summary: After he arrives to the Bro'Ho house, Taka can't get out of Jin's room until he's a 100% Brotherhood member. Kevin accidentally caught a glimpse of him, though, and the American is curious to know who the hell he is and just won't take a NO for an answer... Let's begin the E-Mail spam!
Italics = e-mail, of coz.
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After getting out of the medlab, Kevin flexed his fingers and stretched. The heat and pain of the injuries he sustained in that damn accident... they started to wear off few minutes after the nurse applied some cooling gel on his skin before changing his bandages.
"Time already, dammit", he mused. Life would be easier now... and even better in some days, with tests over and him becoming a full-blooded Brotherhood recruit.
He sighed happily, feeling refreshed compared with his former moodiness."Miss Nanako, I owe you one."
However, something was bugging him. He owed someone here something and he couldn't remember who and what for the life of him. He walked to his room with an uneasy sensation... and as soon as he closed the door and saw his laptop on his bed, he remembered.
"IHADTOEMAILTHATKAWAMURAGUYANDIFORGOTOHSHIIIIIIT!!!".
He turned the laptop on and checked his mail and journal. No new messages for him after the one where Miss Nanako told him about the cooling gel.
"Oh, well", he groaned. "I'll start...".
Takashi looked around the room again. Jin's room was...comfortable to him. It wasn't cluttered in the least. He rather enjoyed the fact that it was so simple, with only the basic necessities. It was so much like his own room back home that he felt like he could picture himself staying here for longer. Once everything was worked out and he was enrolled here, maybe...maybe Jin would agree to being his roomate?
He raised his eyebrows. Where had that thought come from? Shaking his head Takashi settled himself back on the black leather couch and curled up comfortably. Jin didn't have much taste in anything, but he had some darn good taste in couches.
Wasn't he supposed to be e-mailing..Kevin.. or something? He frowned and looked down at the laptop beside him. It wouldn't hurt to message him now, since he was planning to take a nap later. He'd been on his feet all day cleaning--the least he could do for Jin, seeing as he'd let Takashi stay in his room.
He began typing slowly, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. He soon realized he didn't have much to say at all. Kevin was the one who wanted to talk...
To: Kevin Smith
From: Taka Kawamura
Subject: Ah, hello. :3
Oh, ahm, here I am. What did you want to talk about, Kevin-san? Haha...I'm
definitely not a very iinteresting person, I can tell you that.
Do you like it here at the Brotherhood? I'm finding it a complete opposite
of Ryuhana. No rules, no strict codes....it's a bit of a culture shock, to
put it that way.
Do you find it nice here in Japan? Comapred to America, I mean. Your
Japanese is fairly good, I have to admit. ^^;
And ah...yes. Speak to you soon.
/end message
In the days that had passed, Kevin had started to calm down and consider his situation. He was stuck in a foreign land, rodeated by people who had a different culture and traditions, and for worse some of the Brotherhood guys looked at him weirdly. Not that he didn't do much to discourage it, eh. But oh well; either take it, shake it, or leave it... with some burns, that is.
So, now that he was allowed to "speak" more calmly to someone else without those Three Stooges of Ryuhana around (oooooh, he'd make Kirihara pay sooner or later for all the spam, and Niou too... and Yamato if he took their side, even when he was somewhat less unlikeable than the other two), he had to choose his words slightly better. And damn if Kawamura didn't like his choice.
When he was pondering what on Earth he should write (he was no professional writer, this was no guy he knew anything about -apart of him being Akutsu's friend-, and DAMN he had no idea of how he would start), a small BEEP sound told him that he had an e-mail.
"Mmmm...", and Kevin checked it. Bingo. Kawamura had decided to take the initiative. So much for small favors, heh.
He read the message, and when done he felt like rolling his eyes. He was right; what a dork, eh? But ooookay. *He* was the one saying they should e-mail each other to avoid unnecessary trouble, 'sides Kevin still had some time before meeting up with Ryoma, and wanted to fully test the effect of the cooling gel on his hands...
With a smirk, he started typing:
To: Taka Kawamura
From: Kevin Smith.
Subject: Yo there!
I'm shameless, man. I was supposed to be the first one writing, but got
stuck with writer's block. What the Hell ever. And don't say you're unintresting,
because if you were, no way I had told you to start the e-mail spam. Give yourself
credit. :P
I'm used to boarding school, I spent my junior high years in one at San Francisco.
Only that I was surrounded by humans, since my powers were So Not There back then.
Apart of the less strict rules, not much real change.
And here comes the cultural shock: HELLO KEVIN, JAPAN =/= AMERICA. I keep making a fool
out of myself (and allowing others to pull at my hair), but oh well. It happens every
time to every person who's abroads, so what the hell.
My Japanese? Oh, right. I had a Japanese friend at elementary school in Los Angeles,
so he taught me the basics and I complemented them with some courses taken at San
Francisco. Here you have it. Happy now?
I hope we can talk in person later, so you can tell me directly what's up with you. I
promised I wouldn't currently ask, but if we're gonna be friends and maybe in the same
team, then we should know everything about each other. And if there's something I hate
is to have people hiding stuff from me... but that's another subject, eh?
See you..., er, read you, Kawamura.
--- Kevin.
Takashi read the message slowly, raising his eyebrows in places. This Kevin was certainly very...spirited.
He leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair lazily. Right then Burn was expressing his intense dislike for Americans in one ear. Couple with Sleepy reciting morbid poetry in the other ear, and Takashi was having a hard time concentrating. He shushed both of them and began to write back.
To: Kevin Smith
From: Taka Kawamura
Subject: :)
Oh? Are you having trouble adjusting to life here? I supposed Japanese
living can be fairly intense. Most people are always in a hurry to get
somewhere...even if they don't really have anywhere to go. Have you been out
to many Japanese eateries? I'm a sushi chef in training myself. Couldn't
live without it.
...What's...up with me? Oh. You mean why am I stranded, living on Jin's
floor? It's...a long story. If I ever figure out what's going on in my life
I'll be sure to fill you in. Let's just say my mutant powers have a tendency
to pick fights. ^^;~
I tried to learn englsih once! Right now I only know random words--um, ah,
how about BURNING? Or maybe...BRING IT ON! DELICIOUS! OH YEAH! Things like
that...
...Well. I have no idea what I just typed. Perhaps you can translate?
Kevin looked at the PC's clock. 16:15. Ryoma had told him to meet at the park at 17:00. Shit, he was the one who had the most intrest into getting things sorting out. Sorry, but this time Kawamura would get a very short mail: he was LATE.
In less than 10 minutes, he managed to whip out the e-mail.
To: Taka Kawamura
From: Kevin Smith
Subject: Hmmm...
Not that life in America isn't hectic, if you wonder. Each city is a case in
itself, and we also have the paranoia about security and the "Culture of Fear"
that has us mutants branded as Enemy Number 1. Pheh.
Never been into one. Before my powers manifested, I had never been in Japan,
nor had any time for outings in the supposedly normal visit. Spent my whole time
trying to train in the hotel's tennis courts. And yes, it sucked. I'll try going
out today since the docs are releasing me earlier, so I'll see the surroundings. :P
Who knows, I may be able to teach you some English. In exchange, you'll have to
teach me some more Japanese. Seems I'll be needing it.
Read you later, Taka.
-- Kevin.
"That should be more than enough by now," the American murmured as he turned the laptop off.
Takashi looked back at the screen, startled out of his psychology book by the beeping indication of a new message. He dog-eared the page on D.I.D. and pulled up the mail screen. After reading through it thoughtfully, he wondered what to type back. Maybe...
To: Kevin Smith
From: Taka Kawamura
Hey...we should hang out.
Haha, that sounds abrupt. And, ah, creepy, eh? But I mean maybe you can help
me get used to being here? I'm sort-of going to...maybe...enroll soon. Don't
know how long, ahm, you've been here, but it's most likely longer than I
have and Jin isn't really the tour-guide type....that and he's disappeared
somewhere and I don't know how to reach him. He's one of the oldest friends
I have, but I've never udnerstood him and I don't think I ever will. Haha.
^^;
And I bet I could show you the best eating places around. How...about it?
Kevin didn't bother to check his mail after he came back to the boarding house. Not that he could type with only one hand, anyway, since he was mentally and emotionally drained. The encounter with Ryoma, one person who had definitely marked the "before" and the "after" in his life, was more than a disaster. He had almost killed both him and his little girl friend, and at a certain moment was on the verge of killing himself, too.
After using some more cooling gel on his hands and changing his bandages and clothes, Kevin plopped on his bed and closed his eyes. Less than ten minutes later, he was fast asleep...
Only to wake up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat and with vivid images of a strange dream involving the last events.
Trying to calm himself down, the blond sat up on his bed and breathed in deeply. No use losing control again, no use, you can't blow up anything here unless it's in training... When his breath and heartbeat were finally back to normal (which took several minutes), he looked around, and saw his laptop over the bedside table.
"I wonder if...".
His curiosity piqued, Kevin turned the desk lamp on and carefully placed it on the floor and by his bed (les possibilities of causing any problems to others with the light), and turned on the laptop. Effectively, Kawamura had sent a reply to his last mail...
Kevin didn't notice it, but he was smiling (and it was a slightly less bitter and more sincere smile, too) as he typed his own mail.
To: Taka Kawamura
From: Kevin Smith.
Subject: Weeell... *scratches head*
Just call it bluntness and being eager to know WTF's up here. But hey,
you're older than me, and you're that scared of a kid younger than both you
and your buddy Akutsu? Shame on you, then. XD
I don't mind an outing. The laast one blew REAL bad in the end. Ran into my
old friend and it turned out he barely remembered me... you *do* know (even
when we've barely seen each other) that I have quite the temper, eh? So does he.
And his little female friend too. BAD combination...
What on Earth I'm talking about? Oh, forget it. I'm whining again, can't subject
you to that. I'll be out of tests soon; the probation week's almost over. As soon
as yours is, we'll se what we can do.
Read you later, dude. Don't die on us Brotherhoods before you're done with tests.
-- Kevin.
He turned off both laptop and lamp and went back to sleep.
Takashi closed Jin's door behind him and wasn't surprised at all that the his gruff host was nowhere ot be found. He sighed and placed his bag down on the floor--it had been a strange day, calling home to his parents and trying his best to not mention anything about his whereabouts. He was also extremely tired from having to cosntantly let his Others out to stretch their legs--it wore him out mentally more than it did physically, so his body was fine but his mind felt sluggish and unresponsive.
He collapsed on the couch and pulled open the laptop, checkign through a short list of e-mail. He came upon a reply from Kevin and began to answer it, planning to take a long nap afterwards.
To: Kevin Smith
From: Takashi
I know, I shouldn't be scared. But Jin is...very....forward. And he's a lot stronger
than me. He also has no conscience. He really, really scares me. But I know him and I
know there's a good part of him deep down inside. Somewhere. ^^;; I'm still trying to find it.
Ahm...ah... Hey...once we're all done those insane tests with doctors and the like, how
about we go out and have some dinner...or something? I know some interesting, ahm, sushi
places to go. Or we could find something else, if you're nostalgic for American food. I
know lots of american restaurants in the area we could go to. Does that sound okay? ^^;;
Probably not, um, within the next week or so. Once I'm officially enrolled and moved in, we
can talk more about it, hmm? I may even be able to give you a tour!
...SeEe you. ^^;;
That cooling gel made wonders, yeah, but it wasn't exactly a miracle cure. Several hours after the fiasco, Kevin's left hand still hurt lots more than the right one. He also was scolded by both the doctors and Miss Nanako; he didn't mind the docs (his ex-team's medical staff also used to lecture him for being careless with his injuries or sunburns), but somehow when she asked him "Why don't you take care of youself, Kevin-san?", it hurt him. Maybe because she reminded him of the mother he lost years ago, but there was no use thinking about it.
And after training (much to Miss Nanako's alarm, he had insisted into attending it, and somwhow managed to survive it without complaining openly... mental bitching was Something Else), he just wanted to cut his arm off.
With his arms still cold, Kevin entered his room. He carefully dried his left arm, put some gel on his skin and, as he waited for the after-effects he turned the laptop on.
"Thought so," he murmured, as he saw that he had an e-mail from Taka.
Some minutes later, he was done with his reply.
To: Taka
From: Kevin.
Meh, don't majorly care about how dangerous the Akutsu man may be. Actually,
it fuels my wish to check who the hell he is. But I may leave him alone for a while,
if it serves me. He's your friend, after all; can't be that bad if you can put up
with him, eh? What if we get sorted into teams and he becomes my partner, eh?
* insert Twilight Zone music * XD
I think I told you already that I couldn't check on Tokyo because of the circumstances,
so your suggestion is kick-ass. Even when I'm unable to use chopsticks to save my life...
maybe you could teach me, then? And it's time already for me to start learning about Japan,
if I'm gonna stay here for quite a while. Can't say lots of people will miss me in the USA. :P
So, until next week. Or 'til we bump into each other before that D Day, eh? XD
See you!
-- Kevin.
"Seems I won't be that bored or lonely in Japan, after all," the boy mused before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Takashi chuckled lightly as he read through Kevin's e-mail, wondering how the younger boy was ever gonig to make it in Japan is he insisted on using so much American slang. Taka had had enoguh trouble actually reading through Kevin's choppy Japanese, but he'd gotten the gist of it.
From: Takashi
To: Kevin
Akutsu isn't dangerous, really! Well. Ah, he might be. I still don't really know
what he's capable of, but I think as long as you don't make him angry your torso
will stay attached to your appendages. Haha. ^^;
Chopsticks, eh? They're very easy to use! Although I've been using them my entire
life to I guess it's an aqcuired skill. At least I can use a fork, otherwise I'd
ask you to teach me that in exchange.
I don't go out much, really, but maybe we will run into one another. I'll be
looking forward to it!
--Takashi
Let's see... Oh, damn Japanese keyboard. He still wasn't used to it. Kevin actually had to struggle much more than he'd ever openly admit while writing, and typing with one hand while being kinda cranky made it even worse.
But he won! The score was much Kevin 7 - Jap keyboard 5 when he was done with the e-mail.
To: The Burning Japanese Man
From: The Angry American Kid.
Anybody looking at a 6'ft tall, Zombie-faced, white-haired guy would say
"OH NOESSS!!!" at the mere sight. Pheh. WTF'O-Meter riiiiiising.
Okay, I'll calm down; I dunno what you see in him (take it as you will),
but I'll live with ist as long as he doesn't hurt either me or you. Seems
I'll have to do the same with lots of people here, heh.
The offer stands, then? I'll take it. And no problem about teaching you
to appreciate Westerner stuff.
See you in the halls, Taka!
-- Kevin.
PD: BTW, I don't think I ever asked you about your powers... What on
Mutant Land you can REALLY do?
Takashi read over the latest e-mail and began laughing quietly to himself. Kevin certainly was a spirited youth, to put it lightly. He continued to chuckle as he churned out a reply.
To: Kevin Smith
From: Takashi Kawamura
...Do you really think he looks like a zombie? Don't ever tell him I said this,
but...I think you're right. ^^;; Haha. I do like his hair, though. ^^...
People here seem more interested in themselves than others, so I don't really
think you (or me, for that matter) are in danger of being hurt....then again, we've
seen some very....angry people here. It's a little frightening at times. Still not
even sure what possessed us to switch here....but I need the training they're giving
me, so I'm going to stay here for now.
--Takashi
PS: Um, well, are you sure it's never come up? Haha...it's hard to explain--um, well
I can switch in between personalities with different powers, I suppose? What I mean is
there's two guys living in my head right now and they take over my body and.... It's confusing...
sorry.... You'll probably meet them sometime, I think..^^;;
Kevin didn't see the message until almost a day later. He was so concentrated into his training, wanting to make sure Miss Nanako was assured that he felt okay, he didn't touch his laptop for quite a while.
When he did, though, the score for him was - Kevin 6 - Jap Keyboard 2.
To: Taka
From: Kevin
I see. How on Earth you two get along is beyond me, as I think I told you. Well, well,
I suppose I'll find out sooner or later, anyway. And hey, the Zombie comment is The Win.
Pffft, I see what you mean. I myself ain't the most selfless guy in the world, can't say I
don't have my reasons but still. 'Sides, being the youngest of the bunch takes its toll. But
at least I have some pretty volatile powers that wouldn't make me an easy target as I look like.
... What possesed US? Ah, gotcha. If you ever explained about your powers, I missed it. Woe. But
now it's crystal clear, thanks. About mine... you seem to have already an idea. You'll easily find
me by following the blown-up thingies. :P
I don't think I'll be able to write a lot in the days that come since my serious training has
started. So, sorry if I'm less... communicative later. Will make up for it when we can talk face
to face!
-- Kevin
Effectively, Kevin had to work much harder since then. His lack of control when it came to the energy conversion earned him some more questions and tests from the doctors and some more worried glances from Miss Nanako. So, in those days, he didn't even have time to check on his e-mails.
But just before Halloween, Kevin noticed that some doctors were talking about another person. Sort of "it will be intresting to see what he can do with those personalities", or "how iwll we handle *him* now that he's here?". He wanted to ask Miss Nanako to see if she knew better, but she said she didn't.
"Off to find out on my own, then!," he decided.
Kevin changed clothes and, putting on his most innocent face, he went towards Sakaki's office. He still remembered clearly how to go to reach for it, after all he had been there just after he arrived to the boarding house. Ignoring the occasional dust bits that made him sneeze, the American boy decided to speed up and run...
And suddenly bumped into someone else in his way.
After landing on his butt, Kevin muttered a curse in English and looked at the other mutant. He was a rather tall guy, with a sort of Elvis-ish hairstyle. Kevin knew that he had seen him somewhere...
"Kevin?," the other asked in Japanese as he got up. "You're Kevin, right? Haha...".
As he heard his own name mentioned by the other man, Kevin blinked. He accepted his help and got up slowly, allowing his unexpected "friend" to pull him up to a standing position - and not exactly releasing his hand.
"I'm Takashi Kawamura..."
Man, Taka looked dorky. Even dorkier than in the small glimpses Kevin caught before the E-Mail Spam started. But in a way, it was refreshing compared with the others treating him like a sort-of pet and Miss Nanako almost coddling him...
Kevin didn't hesitate to answer. "I'm Kevin Smith, yeah. And welcome to the Mad House, Taka!"
Dated: WAAAAAAAAAY backdated. Erm, like, from 24 to 31 October, just before the Halloween screw-up. :3
Characters: Kevin Smith, Takashi Kawamura.
Rating: PG/PG-13 for swearing.
Summary: After he arrives to the Bro'Ho house, Taka can't get out of Jin's room until he's a 100% Brotherhood member. Kevin accidentally caught a glimpse of him, though, and the American is curious to know who the hell he is and just won't take a NO for an answer... Let's begin the E-Mail spam!
Italics = e-mail, of coz.
---
After getting out of the medlab, Kevin flexed his fingers and stretched. The heat and pain of the injuries he sustained in that damn accident... they started to wear off few minutes after the nurse applied some cooling gel on his skin before changing his bandages.
"Time already, dammit", he mused. Life would be easier now... and even better in some days, with tests over and him becoming a full-blooded Brotherhood recruit.
He sighed happily, feeling refreshed compared with his former moodiness."Miss Nanako, I owe you one."
However, something was bugging him. He owed someone here something and he couldn't remember who and what for the life of him. He walked to his room with an uneasy sensation... and as soon as he closed the door and saw his laptop on his bed, he remembered.
"IHADTOEMAILTHATKAWAMURAGUYANDIFORGOTOHSHIIIIIIT!!!".
He turned the laptop on and checked his mail and journal. No new messages for him after the one where Miss Nanako told him about the cooling gel.
"Oh, well", he groaned. "I'll start...".
Takashi looked around the room again. Jin's room was...comfortable to him. It wasn't cluttered in the least. He rather enjoyed the fact that it was so simple, with only the basic necessities. It was so much like his own room back home that he felt like he could picture himself staying here for longer. Once everything was worked out and he was enrolled here, maybe...maybe Jin would agree to being his roomate?
He raised his eyebrows. Where had that thought come from? Shaking his head Takashi settled himself back on the black leather couch and curled up comfortably. Jin didn't have much taste in anything, but he had some darn good taste in couches.
Wasn't he supposed to be e-mailing..Kevin.. or something? He frowned and looked down at the laptop beside him. It wouldn't hurt to message him now, since he was planning to take a nap later. He'd been on his feet all day cleaning--the least he could do for Jin, seeing as he'd let Takashi stay in his room.
He began typing slowly, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. He soon realized he didn't have much to say at all. Kevin was the one who wanted to talk...
To: Kevin Smith
From: Taka Kawamura
Subject: Ah, hello. :3
Oh, ahm, here I am. What did you want to talk about, Kevin-san? Haha...I'm
definitely not a very iinteresting person, I can tell you that.
Do you like it here at the Brotherhood? I'm finding it a complete opposite
of Ryuhana. No rules, no strict codes....it's a bit of a culture shock, to
put it that way.
Do you find it nice here in Japan? Comapred to America, I mean. Your
Japanese is fairly good, I have to admit. ^^;
And ah...yes. Speak to you soon.
/end message
In the days that had passed, Kevin had started to calm down and consider his situation. He was stuck in a foreign land, rodeated by people who had a different culture and traditions, and for worse some of the Brotherhood guys looked at him weirdly. Not that he didn't do much to discourage it, eh. But oh well; either take it, shake it, or leave it... with some burns, that is.
So, now that he was allowed to "speak" more calmly to someone else without those Three Stooges of Ryuhana around (oooooh, he'd make Kirihara pay sooner or later for all the spam, and Niou too... and Yamato if he took their side, even when he was somewhat less unlikeable than the other two), he had to choose his words slightly better. And damn if Kawamura didn't like his choice.
When he was pondering what on Earth he should write (he was no professional writer, this was no guy he knew anything about -apart of him being Akutsu's friend-, and DAMN he had no idea of how he would start), a small BEEP sound told him that he had an e-mail.
"Mmmm...", and Kevin checked it. Bingo. Kawamura had decided to take the initiative. So much for small favors, heh.
He read the message, and when done he felt like rolling his eyes. He was right; what a dork, eh? But ooookay. *He* was the one saying they should e-mail each other to avoid unnecessary trouble, 'sides Kevin still had some time before meeting up with Ryoma, and wanted to fully test the effect of the cooling gel on his hands...
With a smirk, he started typing:
To: Taka Kawamura
From: Kevin Smith.
Subject: Yo there!
I'm shameless, man. I was supposed to be the first one writing, but got
stuck with writer's block. What the Hell ever. And don't say you're unintresting,
because if you were, no way I had told you to start the e-mail spam. Give yourself
credit. :P
I'm used to boarding school, I spent my junior high years in one at San Francisco.
Only that I was surrounded by humans, since my powers were So Not There back then.
Apart of the less strict rules, not much real change.
And here comes the cultural shock: HELLO KEVIN, JAPAN =/= AMERICA. I keep making a fool
out of myself (and allowing others to pull at my hair), but oh well. It happens every
time to every person who's abroads, so what the hell.
My Japanese? Oh, right. I had a Japanese friend at elementary school in Los Angeles,
so he taught me the basics and I complemented them with some courses taken at San
Francisco. Here you have it. Happy now?
I hope we can talk in person later, so you can tell me directly what's up with you. I
promised I wouldn't currently ask, but if we're gonna be friends and maybe in the same
team, then we should know everything about each other. And if there's something I hate
is to have people hiding stuff from me... but that's another subject, eh?
See you..., er, read you, Kawamura.
--- Kevin.
Takashi read the message slowly, raising his eyebrows in places. This Kevin was certainly very...spirited.
He leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair lazily. Right then Burn was expressing his intense dislike for Americans in one ear. Couple with Sleepy reciting morbid poetry in the other ear, and Takashi was having a hard time concentrating. He shushed both of them and began to write back.
To: Kevin Smith
From: Taka Kawamura
Subject: :)
Oh? Are you having trouble adjusting to life here? I supposed Japanese
living can be fairly intense. Most people are always in a hurry to get
somewhere...even if they don't really have anywhere to go. Have you been out
to many Japanese eateries? I'm a sushi chef in training myself. Couldn't
live without it.
...What's...up with me? Oh. You mean why am I stranded, living on Jin's
floor? It's...a long story. If I ever figure out what's going on in my life
I'll be sure to fill you in. Let's just say my mutant powers have a tendency
to pick fights. ^^;~
I tried to learn englsih once! Right now I only know random words--um, ah,
how about BURNING? Or maybe...BRING IT ON! DELICIOUS! OH YEAH! Things like
that...
...Well. I have no idea what I just typed. Perhaps you can translate?
Kevin looked at the PC's clock. 16:15. Ryoma had told him to meet at the park at 17:00. Shit, he was the one who had the most intrest into getting things sorting out. Sorry, but this time Kawamura would get a very short mail: he was LATE.
In less than 10 minutes, he managed to whip out the e-mail.
To: Taka Kawamura
From: Kevin Smith
Subject: Hmmm...
Not that life in America isn't hectic, if you wonder. Each city is a case in
itself, and we also have the paranoia about security and the "Culture of Fear"
that has us mutants branded as Enemy Number 1. Pheh.
Never been into one. Before my powers manifested, I had never been in Japan,
nor had any time for outings in the supposedly normal visit. Spent my whole time
trying to train in the hotel's tennis courts. And yes, it sucked. I'll try going
out today since the docs are releasing me earlier, so I'll see the surroundings. :P
Who knows, I may be able to teach you some English. In exchange, you'll have to
teach me some more Japanese. Seems I'll be needing it.
Read you later, Taka.
-- Kevin.
"That should be more than enough by now," the American murmured as he turned the laptop off.
Takashi looked back at the screen, startled out of his psychology book by the beeping indication of a new message. He dog-eared the page on D.I.D. and pulled up the mail screen. After reading through it thoughtfully, he wondered what to type back. Maybe...
To: Kevin Smith
From: Taka Kawamura
Hey...we should hang out.
Haha, that sounds abrupt. And, ah, creepy, eh? But I mean maybe you can help
me get used to being here? I'm sort-of going to...maybe...enroll soon. Don't
know how long, ahm, you've been here, but it's most likely longer than I
have and Jin isn't really the tour-guide type....that and he's disappeared
somewhere and I don't know how to reach him. He's one of the oldest friends
I have, but I've never udnerstood him and I don't think I ever will. Haha.
^^;
And I bet I could show you the best eating places around. How...about it?
Kevin didn't bother to check his mail after he came back to the boarding house. Not that he could type with only one hand, anyway, since he was mentally and emotionally drained. The encounter with Ryoma, one person who had definitely marked the "before" and the "after" in his life, was more than a disaster. He had almost killed both him and his little girl friend, and at a certain moment was on the verge of killing himself, too.
After using some more cooling gel on his hands and changing his bandages and clothes, Kevin plopped on his bed and closed his eyes. Less than ten minutes later, he was fast asleep...
Only to wake up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat and with vivid images of a strange dream involving the last events.
Trying to calm himself down, the blond sat up on his bed and breathed in deeply. No use losing control again, no use, you can't blow up anything here unless it's in training... When his breath and heartbeat were finally back to normal (which took several minutes), he looked around, and saw his laptop over the bedside table.
"I wonder if...".
His curiosity piqued, Kevin turned the desk lamp on and carefully placed it on the floor and by his bed (les possibilities of causing any problems to others with the light), and turned on the laptop. Effectively, Kawamura had sent a reply to his last mail...
Kevin didn't notice it, but he was smiling (and it was a slightly less bitter and more sincere smile, too) as he typed his own mail.
To: Taka Kawamura
From: Kevin Smith.
Subject: Weeell... *scratches head*
Just call it bluntness and being eager to know WTF's up here. But hey,
you're older than me, and you're that scared of a kid younger than both you
and your buddy Akutsu? Shame on you, then. XD
I don't mind an outing. The laast one blew REAL bad in the end. Ran into my
old friend and it turned out he barely remembered me... you *do* know (even
when we've barely seen each other) that I have quite the temper, eh? So does he.
And his little female friend too. BAD combination...
What on Earth I'm talking about? Oh, forget it. I'm whining again, can't subject
you to that. I'll be out of tests soon; the probation week's almost over. As soon
as yours is, we'll se what we can do.
Read you later, dude. Don't die on us Brotherhoods before you're done with tests.
-- Kevin.
He turned off both laptop and lamp and went back to sleep.
Takashi closed Jin's door behind him and wasn't surprised at all that the his gruff host was nowhere ot be found. He sighed and placed his bag down on the floor--it had been a strange day, calling home to his parents and trying his best to not mention anything about his whereabouts. He was also extremely tired from having to cosntantly let his Others out to stretch their legs--it wore him out mentally more than it did physically, so his body was fine but his mind felt sluggish and unresponsive.
He collapsed on the couch and pulled open the laptop, checkign through a short list of e-mail. He came upon a reply from Kevin and began to answer it, planning to take a long nap afterwards.
To: Kevin Smith
From: Takashi
I know, I shouldn't be scared. But Jin is...very....forward. And he's a lot stronger
than me. He also has no conscience. He really, really scares me. But I know him and I
know there's a good part of him deep down inside. Somewhere. ^^;; I'm still trying to find it.
Ahm...ah... Hey...once we're all done those insane tests with doctors and the like, how
about we go out and have some dinner...or something? I know some interesting, ahm, sushi
places to go. Or we could find something else, if you're nostalgic for American food. I
know lots of american restaurants in the area we could go to. Does that sound okay? ^^;;
Probably not, um, within the next week or so. Once I'm officially enrolled and moved in, we
can talk more about it, hmm? I may even be able to give you a tour!
...SeEe you. ^^;;
That cooling gel made wonders, yeah, but it wasn't exactly a miracle cure. Several hours after the fiasco, Kevin's left hand still hurt lots more than the right one. He also was scolded by both the doctors and Miss Nanako; he didn't mind the docs (his ex-team's medical staff also used to lecture him for being careless with his injuries or sunburns), but somehow when she asked him "Why don't you take care of youself, Kevin-san?", it hurt him. Maybe because she reminded him of the mother he lost years ago, but there was no use thinking about it.
And after training (much to Miss Nanako's alarm, he had insisted into attending it, and somwhow managed to survive it without complaining openly... mental bitching was Something Else), he just wanted to cut his arm off.
With his arms still cold, Kevin entered his room. He carefully dried his left arm, put some gel on his skin and, as he waited for the after-effects he turned the laptop on.
"Thought so," he murmured, as he saw that he had an e-mail from Taka.
Some minutes later, he was done with his reply.
To: Taka
From: Kevin.
Meh, don't majorly care about how dangerous the Akutsu man may be. Actually,
it fuels my wish to check who the hell he is. But I may leave him alone for a while,
if it serves me. He's your friend, after all; can't be that bad if you can put up
with him, eh? What if we get sorted into teams and he becomes my partner, eh?
* insert Twilight Zone music * XD
I think I told you already that I couldn't check on Tokyo because of the circumstances,
so your suggestion is kick-ass. Even when I'm unable to use chopsticks to save my life...
maybe you could teach me, then? And it's time already for me to start learning about Japan,
if I'm gonna stay here for quite a while. Can't say lots of people will miss me in the USA. :P
So, until next week. Or 'til we bump into each other before that D Day, eh? XD
See you!
-- Kevin.
"Seems I won't be that bored or lonely in Japan, after all," the boy mused before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Takashi chuckled lightly as he read through Kevin's e-mail, wondering how the younger boy was ever gonig to make it in Japan is he insisted on using so much American slang. Taka had had enoguh trouble actually reading through Kevin's choppy Japanese, but he'd gotten the gist of it.
From: Takashi
To: Kevin
Akutsu isn't dangerous, really! Well. Ah, he might be. I still don't really know
what he's capable of, but I think as long as you don't make him angry your torso
will stay attached to your appendages. Haha. ^^;
Chopsticks, eh? They're very easy to use! Although I've been using them my entire
life to I guess it's an aqcuired skill. At least I can use a fork, otherwise I'd
ask you to teach me that in exchange.
I don't go out much, really, but maybe we will run into one another. I'll be
looking forward to it!
--Takashi
Let's see... Oh, damn Japanese keyboard. He still wasn't used to it. Kevin actually had to struggle much more than he'd ever openly admit while writing, and typing with one hand while being kinda cranky made it even worse.
But he won! The score was much Kevin 7 - Jap keyboard 5 when he was done with the e-mail.
To: The Burning Japanese Man
From: The Angry American Kid.
Anybody looking at a 6'ft tall, Zombie-faced, white-haired guy would say
"OH NOESSS!!!" at the mere sight. Pheh. WTF'O-Meter riiiiiising.
Okay, I'll calm down; I dunno what you see in him (take it as you will),
but I'll live with ist as long as he doesn't hurt either me or you. Seems
I'll have to do the same with lots of people here, heh.
The offer stands, then? I'll take it. And no problem about teaching you
to appreciate Westerner stuff.
See you in the halls, Taka!
-- Kevin.
PD: BTW, I don't think I ever asked you about your powers... What on
Mutant Land you can REALLY do?
Takashi read over the latest e-mail and began laughing quietly to himself. Kevin certainly was a spirited youth, to put it lightly. He continued to chuckle as he churned out a reply.
To: Kevin Smith
From: Takashi Kawamura
...Do you really think he looks like a zombie? Don't ever tell him I said this,
but...I think you're right. ^^;; Haha. I do like his hair, though. ^^...
People here seem more interested in themselves than others, so I don't really
think you (or me, for that matter) are in danger of being hurt....then again, we've
seen some very....angry people here. It's a little frightening at times. Still not
even sure what possessed us to switch here....but I need the training they're giving
me, so I'm going to stay here for now.
--Takashi
PS: Um, well, are you sure it's never come up? Haha...it's hard to explain--um, well
I can switch in between personalities with different powers, I suppose? What I mean is
there's two guys living in my head right now and they take over my body and.... It's confusing...
sorry.... You'll probably meet them sometime, I think..^^;;
Kevin didn't see the message until almost a day later. He was so concentrated into his training, wanting to make sure Miss Nanako was assured that he felt okay, he didn't touch his laptop for quite a while.
When he did, though, the score for him was - Kevin 6 - Jap Keyboard 2.
To: Taka
From: Kevin
I see. How on Earth you two get along is beyond me, as I think I told you. Well, well,
I suppose I'll find out sooner or later, anyway. And hey, the Zombie comment is The Win.
Pffft, I see what you mean. I myself ain't the most selfless guy in the world, can't say I
don't have my reasons but still. 'Sides, being the youngest of the bunch takes its toll. But
at least I have some pretty volatile powers that wouldn't make me an easy target as I look like.
... What possesed US? Ah, gotcha. If you ever explained about your powers, I missed it. Woe. But
now it's crystal clear, thanks. About mine... you seem to have already an idea. You'll easily find
me by following the blown-up thingies. :P
I don't think I'll be able to write a lot in the days that come since my serious training has
started. So, sorry if I'm less... communicative later. Will make up for it when we can talk face
to face!
-- Kevin
Effectively, Kevin had to work much harder since then. His lack of control when it came to the energy conversion earned him some more questions and tests from the doctors and some more worried glances from Miss Nanako. So, in those days, he didn't even have time to check on his e-mails.
But just before Halloween, Kevin noticed that some doctors were talking about another person. Sort of "it will be intresting to see what he can do with those personalities", or "how iwll we handle *him* now that he's here?". He wanted to ask Miss Nanako to see if she knew better, but she said she didn't.
"Off to find out on my own, then!," he decided.
Kevin changed clothes and, putting on his most innocent face, he went towards Sakaki's office. He still remembered clearly how to go to reach for it, after all he had been there just after he arrived to the boarding house. Ignoring the occasional dust bits that made him sneeze, the American boy decided to speed up and run...
And suddenly bumped into someone else in his way.
After landing on his butt, Kevin muttered a curse in English and looked at the other mutant. He was a rather tall guy, with a sort of Elvis-ish hairstyle. Kevin knew that he had seen him somewhere...
"Kevin?," the other asked in Japanese as he got up. "You're Kevin, right? Haha...".
As he heard his own name mentioned by the other man, Kevin blinked. He accepted his help and got up slowly, allowing his unexpected "friend" to pull him up to a standing position - and not exactly releasing his hand.
"I'm Takashi Kawamura..."
Man, Taka looked dorky. Even dorkier than in the small glimpses Kevin caught before the E-Mail Spam started. But in a way, it was refreshing compared with the others treating him like a sort-of pet and Miss Nanako almost coddling him...
Kevin didn't hesitate to answer. "I'm Kevin Smith, yeah. And welcome to the Mad House, Taka!"
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Date: 2005-12-14 12:47 am (UTC)>.> darn I made a lot of typos. >.> whyyyyyyy~ I was hoping you'd fix mine 'cause you never make any (poohead!!) but...oh well. YAY TAKA AND KEVIN!
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Date: 2005-12-14 12:52 am (UTC)