RP Log- Sengoku, Sanada

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Date: Feb. 3, 2006
Rating: G
Summary: Sengoku bumps into a very good friend.



You will bump into a very good friend today, said Sengoku's horoscope of the day among other things. But those other things didn't really matter to him at the moment, his mind buzzing happily with the premise of meeting a friend. A new friend? An old friend?? Either way, it sounded really good to him and it just so happened that he got that fortune on the day he planned on going out! It was no coincidence, he decided, not that anything was a coincidence, he figured years before, and he was surely going to meet this friend. When? How? Who? He didn't know, but he'd wait for this friend while shopping for much needed clothes and supplies. Slowly he was adjusting to life at Ryuhana, his third day there and he was getting acquainted with the students finally. He knew it was going to be a pretty good day from the start and he was in high spirits as he strolled down the sidewalk towards the shopping area.

There was a frustration that had steadily rooted itself in Sanada’s mind. He was growing restless and tense, just on the brink of lashing out on his own “comrades,” no amount of intensive training could remove the feeling. He needed to relax, running at a relaxed pace (by Sanada’s standards) running quickly past the people lazing in the cool weather. The process of moving, going somewhere, seemed to calm his nerves. His hat had been tugged down low over his eyes at first but eventually he paused, taking time to adjust the hat so that he could more clearly see things he was passing by.

Before Sengoku even knew what he was doing, he was very much skipping his way down the sidewalk in near glee, arms swinging with each hopping step. He felt so wonderful, as if nothing could go wrong for him today, that little bit of insight into his future roaming around in his head doing more than lift his spirits for the day. He was confident he was going to meet this person; he was going to put up his best smile, act his very best, then charm this person with his swee-- He couldn't finish his thought because with all his careless flailing and skipping around, he literally ran into something, but that something felt like a very hard, brick wall. "OW!"

The impact barely made Sanada recoil, he stepped back more out of habit than anything and eyed the person that had run into him. It was good that he hadn’t been running very quickly, or else he might have pushed the other teen onto the road.

Tugging his cap down slightly he waited for the boy to stand up, just out of habit, to make sure he wasn’t dead or anything. He didn’t offer the other boy a hand up, didn’t ask him if he was okay, just stood there like…well, a wall.

Owowow.... he should've expected something like that, randomly bumping into-- His green eyes widened and his gaze snapped up to stare at the taller, bigger guy he just ran right into. He was... definitely someone who looked like could literally wipe the floor with Sengoku and hang him out to dry with just a hand... and he'd just. Bumped. Right. Into. HIM.

Sengoku was already on his feet as he immediately latched onto the other teen's pretty beefy arm and stared up at him with wide, eager eyes. "You'rehim!"

Sanada looked at the teen clinging to his arm oddly, “I’m who?” He was a little to shocked by the out of place enthusiasm to shake him off. He didn’t think he knew the boy with the bright orange hair, it looked like he didn’t leave the bleach in long enough, or left it in too long, whatever it was artificial and…just ridiculously bright.

He shook his arm, didn’t really shake it, not even hard enough to pull his arm free from the leeching teen, just enough to make him bob up and down with the motion. “Who are you?”

With the slight shake, Sengoku only clung harder to Sanada's arm, determined not to let go and let him slip through his... fingers... arms... something. He would've been nuzzling into that big arm if not for that tiny feeling telling him not to, so he compensated by giving Sanada a huge grin. "I'm your friend!"

“You don’t know me,” Sanada stated, staring at the wide grin a little cautiously. Was this person crazy? “I think you have the wrong person.” People were walking around them, mostly ignoring them, a few pointing at them. Sanada worked at trying to pry the other teen off without breaking his arms.

Even as his grip slipped, Sengoku only latched back onto Sanada again with renewed fervor. "No, I have just the right person-- no doubt about it~" And nothing would make him say otherwise. "What's your name?? What's your blood type? I wonder how compatible we are~"

Eyes widening slightly, truly startled, this was the kind of things girls asked, “Compatible?” No, this was definitely a guy. Not quite sure how to handle this kind of…friendliness Sanada started to walk, hoping that the orange haired teen would let go.

Maybe it would've worked if Sengoku didn't have legs, but alas, he had a working pairing with him and they started moving, taking him along with Sanada. "Yes, compatible! Here, let me start~ I'm Sengoku Kiyosumi, nice to meet you~ My blood type's O, my birthday's the 25th of November so that means I'm a Sagittarius..."

“Why does it matter?” was screaming through Sanada’s head. Sengoku was persistent though, matching Sanada’s pace as he crossed the road. Maybe if he gave the other teen what he was asking for he’d let go and leave him alone. “…Sanada Genichirou. Blood type A, Taurus,” he still felt silly when he said it though, like his mother introducing his brother to an omiai.

""Oooh~ You're a type A~ and a Taurus, huh?" His mind brought up a few descriptions he'd read about Taurus types: determined, practical, reserved, whoops~ Sengoku looked up and grinned sheepishly at Sanada and loosened his grip on his arm just a bit. "I think we'll be great friends~! Where are you going?? Doing anything fun? Can I come along?"

Sanada could feel a faint throb of a headache. Why was it again that he didn’t kill randomly? “You think, huh?” he commented dryly. He tugged his hat further down, he could feel the hard won comfort gradually making way for the tension again. “I was jogging.”

"Really? You didn't look like you were jogging to me~ although, you are a little sweaty..." Not that it deterred him from continuing his clinging. "So you like to jog? Excercise?" He unwound an arm and reached up to squeeze at a bicep. "You seem pretty strong to me~"

What had he done in his life to deserve this? Was it some kind of delayed punishment for killing? Or maybe it was just really bad luck. How was he supposed to get rid of the other teen. And when Sengoku squeezed his bicep he nearly lost it and punched him. But miracle prevented him from doing it, some kind of inordinate self-control. “Yes, I like to exercise,” he replied through clenched teeth, patience, he could just get back to the Brotherhood and tell this kid that he was “home” or whatever and he’d never have to see him again.

Absorbing everything (or what little there was), Sengoku beamed on and trotted alongside the bigger and older teen. "Do you exercise a lot? Do you play sports? I used to play soccer and basketball~"

“Tennis, Iaido, kendo,” he replied quietly, speeding up just a little. After all he didn’t want to kill the other teen. Not yet, anyways. Patience was a virtue, he just had to remember the calming exercises his grandfather had taught him.

"Tennis~ I've always wanted to try that but I never got a chance.... what's Iaido?" he asked, poking at Sanada's arm curiously.

Sanada allowed himself to swat at the poking finger. Wasn’t like he was going to snap it or anything. “The art of drawing and sheathing the sword,” he replied with hard won patience.

"So all you do is just take it out and put it back in?"

The patience slipped, “No!” Taking a deep calming breath Sanada tried again, “No, you draw the sword, strike an object, use the motion to clean the blood off, and then sheath it.”

Sengoku jumped back, startled at the bark, but his arms were still wound loosely around Sanada's. "O-Oh..." he remarked hesitantly, glancing up at the taller teen, but his confidence only wavered for a moment. "Not with real blood though, right?"

He sighed softly, “No, not with real blood, you just practice the motion of cleaning off the sword.” They were proceeding much slower than he would have liked but strangely there was something else bothering him other than the overly…expressive teen clinging to his arm. A faint throb in his head until it escalated into a sharp piercing pain that made him stumble and his vision go black for a split second, falling forward onto a knee.

Before another question could pop out of his mouth, Sengoku was suddenly dragged forward. He managed to let go in time, however, but his friend suddenly didn't look too well! "Hey, what's wrong?? Are you okay?" he demanded from Sanada, hand on his shoulder as he leaned down to check on him.

Sanada could barely hear Sengoku, it was like all the voices that hummed in the back of his mind suddenly crescendo to a scream, splitting his head open. “I’m fine,” he hissed harshly, searching for the familiarity of the voice of others’ thoughts. For the first time in months he realized he couldn’t find it. “Did you feel that?” he asked the other teen without thinking. “No, never mind,” everyone else was walking on around them, it was something that only people like him could feel.

"Feel what? I didn't feel anything... you've got a headache?" he asked, ducking down to peer at Sanada's face. "Here, maybe you should sit down somewhere..." he suggested, pulling on Sanada's arm.

“I just need to go home,” incidentally this gave him the perfect excuse. “Excuse me,” he broke free from the other teen, breaking into a light jog towards the Brotherhood.

"Waaaaaait~" Sengoku wailed after the other, running up to his side and keeping pace. "Gonna come with you, just in case~"

Even without his mind reading powers Sanada had kind of seen that one coming, “Okay.” He was just trying to be nice, stupid, but nice. That was the problem with so many humans. “It’s not that far,” thank god.

And here Sengoku thought Sanada was actually going to blow him off! It really was a lucky day for him, huh? Jogging along side him and trying to keep up, he glanced up at Sanada again. "What's hurting you? Maybe we should get you some medicine."

“No, it’s nothing,” he brushed off the concern, waiting eagerly to see the building of his “school” coming around. “Okay,” he said simply as a way of saying they were there, stopping to wave half-heartedly at Sengoku.

"Why're you stopping there? Come on~" he urged Sanada on, motioning him over before he dashed for the mansion up ahead-- whoa, he lived in a place like that?

Sanada reached forward, speeding up slightly to tug the other teen back gently. “No, this is it. It’s…a boarding school…no visitors. Well…see you around,” he was eager to remove himself from the other teen and he wanted to know what the hell had happened that he seemed to have suddenly lost his powers.

Stopped in his tracks, Sengoku looked over, a little pouty at Sanada's reply. "No visitors? Aw... what kind of school is that? At least mine can have visitors... I think." He looked just as uncertain as he sounded, but he quickly latched onto that arm again. "Butbut do you wanna hang out again somtime? Do you have an email? I wanna know more about you~"

“…do you have a pen and something to write on?” he asked in resignation. He could just give the kid his livejournal which he didn’t really use.

Nearly leaping for joy, Sengoku quickly filed through his bag and produced a scrap of paper and a convenient pen for Sanada.

Sanada scribbled down his username in neat letters. He hesitated a moment before writing down his email too. He was asking for trouble, he just knew it. “That’s my journal and that’s my email,” he said with the last remaining strands of patience. “Okay? Bye.”

Eagerly taking the piece of paper, Sengoku quickly read and memorized the given addresses in case he'd somehow lose it. Glancing up, he beamed at the taller teen before latching onto him again in a big ol' hug. "We'regoingtobebestfriendsforever!"

…oh, God. Sanada was already regretting giving this crazy kid a real way to contact him but it was too late for that, wasn’t it?

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