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tenipuri_xpDate: Today, noon-ish
Rating: G
Summary: Gakuto's fed up with the tense silence and tries to make amends with an unhappy Atsushi.
Gakuto glanced up from where he sat on his cot as the door was flung open and slammed shut with such force the redhead could've sworn the frame had rattled. Atsushi was, if anything, still mad at him. It rankled Gakuto, knowing that he had been the main cause for such hostility from the taller youth but, he reasoned, metal-boy did have a part in it.
"Yo, iceblock," he greeted the fuming mutant. Not the best way to say hi to someone you'd just pissed off, but it was better than maintaining the stony silence that filled the air the moment both of them were in the same room. "Come out of the freezer yet?"
Stormy-grey eyes sized up the redhead sitting on the makeshift cot at the other end of the room, taking in his casual posture and the open book on his lap. Grunting under his breath, Atsushi unbuttoned his jacket and tossed it onto his bed before unlacing his shoes which landed on the floor next to it. Gakuto was, without doubt, the most annoying person he'd met thus far at the Ryuhana Institute.
They had gotten along fine, until he'd accidentally ripped on of Gakuto's shirts. And for crying out loud, it wasn't even intentional but did the redhead listen? No, of course he didn't. Instead he just had to retaliate by burning up his ribbon. While it was on his head.
Jackass. He could've died.
"Talkative as ever aren't you?" The redhead murmured thoughtfully before shrugging it off. Silence he could deal with. After all, he had dealt with it for the past week. But he was bored and Gakuto wasn't the best of people when he was bored. He needed entertainment.
The nearest entertainment centre just happened to be called Kisarazu Atsushi.
"So," he tried again. "Haven't you gotten tired of ignoring me yet, Metalbee?"
No response.
"OI!"
"Shut up, Mukahi," Atsushi growled. There was a tensing of arm muscles and something silver burst from his skin, causing the midnight-haired mutant to wince. Frustrated, he pulled the metal clean from flesh and sinew and tossed it onto the floor where it landed with a clatter. He'd have to bring that to one of the teachers later. "You bring nothing but trouble to me whenever you open your mouth to speak."
He sat on the edge of his bed and pulled out his laptop. He couldn't help but watch as the gash on his left arm closed up, leaving no trace of the marr that was there just moments ago.
No one had ever said that to him before. His joy and cheer had never brought anyone unhappiness... unless that person was the brunt of the joke of course. Still, to have said such a thing like that.
"You're mean," he said, sounding almost childish as he pursed his lips in a pout.
"And you're noisy, annoying and irritating," Atsushi sighed, glancing up to meet brown irises where hurt shone light a beacon in the night sky. "Just leave me alone, Mukahi. Before I decide to decacipitate you through sheer accident."
He wasn't in the mood to deal with the slender youth's sensitive feelings and short bursts of temper. Gakuto's personality was exactly like those bloody powers of his. Unpredictable, bright, eye-catching and damnit, it burned. Atsushi shook his head, acutely aware of the lack of cloth which was usually wrapped around his head. He had enough on his plate as it is.
Gakuto seriously doubted that his temporary roommate would do anything of the sort. So instead of shutting up like Atsushi clearly wanted him to, the redhead stood and hopped off his bed, crossing the room in a few strides to pick up the carelessly-tossed metal piece on the ground.
It was in the shape of a sword, sans the hilt, and was about as sharp as the best of its kind. Dropping it before he could inflict pain on himself, the fire-gifted mutant stepped over it and sat down on the edge of Atsushi's bed.
"C'mon, man," he cajoled. "Don't be angry. It's been a week!"
Unreadable orbs of grey shot the whining youth an unfanthomable look. "I'm not angry. I'm just not in the mood to talk, alright? Shove off."
Atsushi was close to tears if anything. Since he'd come across another mutant from a questionable organization on the world wide web, thoughts of his twin brother had been plaguing his mind. No matter what he did, Kisarazu Ryou was on the foremost of his mind. There was no way in hell Ryou would've joined the brotherhood, he thought fiercely. The aniki he knew was a morally upright and ethical person, damnit.
Gakuto broke out into a grin, unaware of the taller mutant's inner turmoil. "Great!" He cheered. "Here, this is for you." He held out his hand to Atsushi. It wasn't exactly the best of materials, but it was the best he could manage. The redhead had gotten the idea from the threat the ebony-haired youth had made on his journal a couple of days after the burning incident. He'd taken the shirt that Atsushi had slashed beyond repair and had cut it up.
The 'ribbon' was in poor condition, but the best he could offer for now considering that they were under a lockdown. After all, he'd very nearly murdered Atsushi as much as he hated to admit it.
In Gakuto's hand was a length of red material. Cotton, by the looks of it. He glanced up from the screen of his laptop and met the redhead's earnest gaze. Nodding, he accepted it. It would replace his burnt ribbon for the time being. "Thank you," he said sincerely, wishing that the diminutive youth would leave him alone until he could get himself sorted out.
Gakuto brightened further at Atsushi's acceptence. He hated having anyone really mad at him for too long a time, especially when it was partly his fault. "Here, I'll help you with it." Fairly snatching the cloth from the loose grasp 'metal boy' had on it, he proceeded to shift himself so that he knelt behind the older youth. Deftly wrapping it around the youth's forehead, he tied a knot at the back and shifted back to eye his handiwork.
"..." Apparently Gakuto hadn't had an ounce of care for personal space. He could've responded in many ways, some good, some bad, but Atsushi knew that if he hadn't been feeling so low, there was a possibility that he could've injured the redhead unintentionally. All it took was a little lax on his self control for a deadly projectile to burst forth from his skin. He was a walking hazard.
But that, once again, had not seemed to registered in Gakuto's mind. Sighing, Atsushi shifted so that he was sitting face-to-face with his schoolmate. "Thanks. But you really shouldn't do that."
"Why not?" Gakuto demanded, slightly put out. "A little human contact isn't going to kill you. Or me, for that matter."
He was aware of the reservations Atsushi held and he held the smoldering gaze for as long as he could before looking away. The intensity of his gaze frightened him somewhat, he thought as he slipped off the bed. With a little time and practice, he'd become immune to it. At least he wasn't pissed off with him anymore.
"It's dangerous." He wasn't sure whether or not Gakuto compeltely understood what he was referring to. But instead of repriminding him, Atsushi glanced at the clock on his computer screen. "Besides, it's time for lunch."
Lunch. Right. Talk about subject change. "Precisely," he said jubilantly instead. "it's time for lunch! C'mon," he grabbed the taller youth's hand and tugged. "Let's go. And I'm not taking no for an answer." This he punctuated with the most patent of his glares.
And who could resist such a glare? Atsushi smiled quietly and allowed himself to be pulled down the corridor without his jacket. It was odd how he had gone from completely furious with the redhead to being marginally at ease with him. It was, Atsushi realized, part of the little ball of fire's charm. You just couldn't stay mad at him for long if he didn't want you to be. Shaking his head and trying to push all thoughts of his brother out of his mind, the ebony haired youth reached out and ruffled the head of crimson strands.
"OI!"
Rating: G
Summary: Gakuto's fed up with the tense silence and tries to make amends with an unhappy Atsushi.
Gakuto glanced up from where he sat on his cot as the door was flung open and slammed shut with such force the redhead could've sworn the frame had rattled. Atsushi was, if anything, still mad at him. It rankled Gakuto, knowing that he had been the main cause for such hostility from the taller youth but, he reasoned, metal-boy did have a part in it.
"Yo, iceblock," he greeted the fuming mutant. Not the best way to say hi to someone you'd just pissed off, but it was better than maintaining the stony silence that filled the air the moment both of them were in the same room. "Come out of the freezer yet?"
Stormy-grey eyes sized up the redhead sitting on the makeshift cot at the other end of the room, taking in his casual posture and the open book on his lap. Grunting under his breath, Atsushi unbuttoned his jacket and tossed it onto his bed before unlacing his shoes which landed on the floor next to it. Gakuto was, without doubt, the most annoying person he'd met thus far at the Ryuhana Institute.
They had gotten along fine, until he'd accidentally ripped on of Gakuto's shirts. And for crying out loud, it wasn't even intentional but did the redhead listen? No, of course he didn't. Instead he just had to retaliate by burning up his ribbon. While it was on his head.
Jackass. He could've died.
"Talkative as ever aren't you?" The redhead murmured thoughtfully before shrugging it off. Silence he could deal with. After all, he had dealt with it for the past week. But he was bored and Gakuto wasn't the best of people when he was bored. He needed entertainment.
The nearest entertainment centre just happened to be called Kisarazu Atsushi.
"So," he tried again. "Haven't you gotten tired of ignoring me yet, Metalbee?"
No response.
"OI!"
"Shut up, Mukahi," Atsushi growled. There was a tensing of arm muscles and something silver burst from his skin, causing the midnight-haired mutant to wince. Frustrated, he pulled the metal clean from flesh and sinew and tossed it onto the floor where it landed with a clatter. He'd have to bring that to one of the teachers later. "You bring nothing but trouble to me whenever you open your mouth to speak."
He sat on the edge of his bed and pulled out his laptop. He couldn't help but watch as the gash on his left arm closed up, leaving no trace of the marr that was there just moments ago.
No one had ever said that to him before. His joy and cheer had never brought anyone unhappiness... unless that person was the brunt of the joke of course. Still, to have said such a thing like that.
"You're mean," he said, sounding almost childish as he pursed his lips in a pout.
"And you're noisy, annoying and irritating," Atsushi sighed, glancing up to meet brown irises where hurt shone light a beacon in the night sky. "Just leave me alone, Mukahi. Before I decide to decacipitate you through sheer accident."
He wasn't in the mood to deal with the slender youth's sensitive feelings and short bursts of temper. Gakuto's personality was exactly like those bloody powers of his. Unpredictable, bright, eye-catching and damnit, it burned. Atsushi shook his head, acutely aware of the lack of cloth which was usually wrapped around his head. He had enough on his plate as it is.
Gakuto seriously doubted that his temporary roommate would do anything of the sort. So instead of shutting up like Atsushi clearly wanted him to, the redhead stood and hopped off his bed, crossing the room in a few strides to pick up the carelessly-tossed metal piece on the ground.
It was in the shape of a sword, sans the hilt, and was about as sharp as the best of its kind. Dropping it before he could inflict pain on himself, the fire-gifted mutant stepped over it and sat down on the edge of Atsushi's bed.
"C'mon, man," he cajoled. "Don't be angry. It's been a week!"
Unreadable orbs of grey shot the whining youth an unfanthomable look. "I'm not angry. I'm just not in the mood to talk, alright? Shove off."
Atsushi was close to tears if anything. Since he'd come across another mutant from a questionable organization on the world wide web, thoughts of his twin brother had been plaguing his mind. No matter what he did, Kisarazu Ryou was on the foremost of his mind. There was no way in hell Ryou would've joined the brotherhood, he thought fiercely. The aniki he knew was a morally upright and ethical person, damnit.
Gakuto broke out into a grin, unaware of the taller mutant's inner turmoil. "Great!" He cheered. "Here, this is for you." He held out his hand to Atsushi. It wasn't exactly the best of materials, but it was the best he could manage. The redhead had gotten the idea from the threat the ebony-haired youth had made on his journal a couple of days after the burning incident. He'd taken the shirt that Atsushi had slashed beyond repair and had cut it up.
The 'ribbon' was in poor condition, but the best he could offer for now considering that they were under a lockdown. After all, he'd very nearly murdered Atsushi as much as he hated to admit it.
In Gakuto's hand was a length of red material. Cotton, by the looks of it. He glanced up from the screen of his laptop and met the redhead's earnest gaze. Nodding, he accepted it. It would replace his burnt ribbon for the time being. "Thank you," he said sincerely, wishing that the diminutive youth would leave him alone until he could get himself sorted out.
Gakuto brightened further at Atsushi's acceptence. He hated having anyone really mad at him for too long a time, especially when it was partly his fault. "Here, I'll help you with it." Fairly snatching the cloth from the loose grasp 'metal boy' had on it, he proceeded to shift himself so that he knelt behind the older youth. Deftly wrapping it around the youth's forehead, he tied a knot at the back and shifted back to eye his handiwork.
"..." Apparently Gakuto hadn't had an ounce of care for personal space. He could've responded in many ways, some good, some bad, but Atsushi knew that if he hadn't been feeling so low, there was a possibility that he could've injured the redhead unintentionally. All it took was a little lax on his self control for a deadly projectile to burst forth from his skin. He was a walking hazard.
But that, once again, had not seemed to registered in Gakuto's mind. Sighing, Atsushi shifted so that he was sitting face-to-face with his schoolmate. "Thanks. But you really shouldn't do that."
"Why not?" Gakuto demanded, slightly put out. "A little human contact isn't going to kill you. Or me, for that matter."
He was aware of the reservations Atsushi held and he held the smoldering gaze for as long as he could before looking away. The intensity of his gaze frightened him somewhat, he thought as he slipped off the bed. With a little time and practice, he'd become immune to it. At least he wasn't pissed off with him anymore.
"It's dangerous." He wasn't sure whether or not Gakuto compeltely understood what he was referring to. But instead of repriminding him, Atsushi glanced at the clock on his computer screen. "Besides, it's time for lunch."
Lunch. Right. Talk about subject change. "Precisely," he said jubilantly instead. "it's time for lunch! C'mon," he grabbed the taller youth's hand and tugged. "Let's go. And I'm not taking no for an answer." This he punctuated with the most patent of his glares.
And who could resist such a glare? Atsushi smiled quietly and allowed himself to be pulled down the corridor without his jacket. It was odd how he had gone from completely furious with the redhead to being marginally at ease with him. It was, Atsushi realized, part of the little ball of fire's charm. You just couldn't stay mad at him for long if he didn't want you to be. Shaking his head and trying to push all thoughts of his brother out of his mind, the ebony haired youth reached out and ruffled the head of crimson strands.
"OI!"
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