Slumping onto the couch in his dorm room, Chitose sighs and wipes his brow. "Finally, all moved in…" Closing his eyes with his face to the ceiling he turns thoughtful. College… huh. If anyone woulda told me last year I'd be in college, I probably woulda told them they were crazy… but, here I am. I guess I owe a lot to the moms. Wonder where I would've ended up without them…and Minazuki and Hazuki of course.
After a moment he lifts a hand to his face and sighs again, rubbing his eyes before lowering them to look at the door. "Well, the important thing is; I'm not there now. …Wonder if they're gonna stick me with a roommate. It'd be nice to have some peace and quiet for a bit."
As if on command, the door flings open to a small crowd of loud, boisterous young men, spanning races. A blonde man, obviously not Japanese, jumps over the couch, calling out and jumping up when he lands on Chitose.
Calling out in irritated pain, Chitose straightens then narrows his eyes. "What's the big idea? Don't you watch where you're going?" So much for peace and quiet… and a westerner to boot.. oh man…
"Very sorry!" The blonde states, turning to him and grinning as he rubs the back of his neck, flopping down as the other guys carry in boxes. "You first year student?" He asks, slightly broken.
"Uh… yeah…" He mutters, glancing back and forth with a bit of a frown. What? All these people? …oh, man. "You too?"
"No, no. I third year student. I've been here three years." He corrects with a nod as the men all filter into one room. "I'm Kenneth. Your name?"
"…Chitose." The raven hair returns, slumping against the couch finally.
Blinking once, Ken asks innocently, though with a soft smile on his face. "..Your name Cheeto's…?"
Blinking back, and frowning, Chitose repeats lowly. "No… Chitose."
Seeming thoughtful, Ken then just chuckles in embarrassment as he asks. "What difference…?"
Squinting a bit incredulously, Chitose mutters back. "Theres a big difference…" Before looking thoughtful a minute he sighs and shakes his head, slumping again. "Y'know? Just call me 'Chi'."
"…You're name 'energy'?" He asks, frowning in confusion.
Looking up, raising his brows, the younger man just grumbles out defeatedly. "….Yeah, I guess." Even though the word is Reiki...
Shrugging a bit, Ken just sighs. "What ever you say, Energy.."
This is gonna be a long year…. Chitose sighs and decides to change the subject. "So who's that group of guys that came through here?"
"Some first year students who heard me their high schools." He answers with a nod. "Why? Do they bother you?"
"Depends… are they gonna be around long?" He asks, lightly.
"They setting up my room." He confirms, relaxing into the couch with a sigh.
"Huh. Okay." Shrugging slightly, Chitose just goes quiet and stares a bit thoughtfully, though really about nothing in particular.
"You sure?" Ken asks again considerately.
"I'm not bothered yet. Though if it means something to you, I'll let you know, okay?" He returns almost lazily.
Nodding a bit, Ken looks at Chitose's television before raising a brow. "If you want, I have bigger television I can put living room. Good for company."
Blinking a bit, the younger man just shrugs again. "Sure. Sounds good." That way I can have my own time in my own room. Definitely sounds good.. oh, to have my own room again, my own bed, my own space! No one coming through while I'm asleep, no one sitting on me in the middle of the night, my own…..forget if I have to share the rest with Mr. Popularity here.
"Hmmm…." Jumping up over the couch, Ken jogs to the door and cups his hands around his mouth, trying to stay out of the way of a few students as he calls out. "BRING TELEVISION UP QUICKLY!"
…Especially since he has so much …energy. Chitose sighs softly and shifts off of the couch, walking over to unplug and lift his own T.V. to carry it off.
"Don't worry about it." Ken says, smiling as he waves a Freshman over. "Help him with his te—"
"Oh no, I got it… really…" Chitose interjects quickly, keeping his grip. "Thanks though."
Blinking and shrugging as a large screen HDTV is brought in, followed by pieces of a large stereo system, Ken jogs up to Chitose and leans against his door frame. "Since class doesn't start until day after tomorrow, you want go party?"
"Uh… I'll think about it." Chitose replies before walking back out and pausing as the freshman sets up the bigger T.V. I wonder if I should take my Playstation in with me.. Turning around, he blinks and raises a brow at Ken still standing in the doorway, looking out his window in a bit of shock. Walking over he looks at the older man a moment before following his line of view. Suddenly his eyes widen at the familiar face of Kanna, peeking in the window, snapping pictures of his room.
Rushing over to the window, he quickly snaps the blinds closed and turns his back, panting softly. "N-No way… no way…!" Putting his hand to his forehead he grunts. She followed me here? Now with no moms… not even my sisters… I'm in trouble… Putting out his hand he states quickly, almost panicked. "Go close the other windows!"
"Stalker girl. Got you." The blonde states, winking a green eye before jogging into the living room, calling out. "Close windows!" And seconds later, the sound of blinds echo through the dorm.
Turning to Chitose, Ken makes an 'OK' sign with his hands before grinning. "Must have been Lord Popular old school."
"Nah, that's just Kanna…" Chitose grumbles as he slinks into a chair and puts his head in his hand. Thinking for a moment he frowns. "I'm gonna need to switch rooms, or dorms, or get a disguise…"
"I'll watch your back, compadré." Ken says with a grin, clapping Chitose on the back. "In fact, come out with me around town. By time we get back, your room switched."
"Uh, alright…" Chitose stands and then turns thoughtful before his eyes light up. "Oh!" Striding to his closet, he lugs out a heavy looking box and begins hauling out electrical equipment. "I have an alarm system, just incase she tries to get in here during the night." Lifting a smaller device out of the bottom of the box he presses a button on the side, creating a small arc of electricity. "…Seems alittle unorthodox, but…that's Kanna.." All Mama Kisaragi's idea.. but I'm glad now that she was looking out for me.
"..dude…" Ken utters in English before shaking his head. "She that…umm…" Pulling out his book a moment, it doesn't take him long before he asks. "Psychotic?"
Raising a brow, Chitose sighs then slips the tazer into his jacket pocket. "She's tried to capture me more than once…They wanted to give me a sword before I left but… nah."
"Parents?" He asks before shaking his head, looking over at a box and grabbing his jacket. "You know karate?"
"Uh…" Frowning a bit and shaking his head he mutters. "…Not enough self discipline… but maybe I can pick it up as an elective…" Now that my life depends on it…
"Hmm…" Shaking his head, Ken lifts his brows before asking. "What your classes this semester?"
"Uh.." Reaching into his pocket, unfolding his schedule, he starts as Ken snatches it away, then just shrugs indifferently.
Looking the paper over, Ken smirks. "Mr. Katsuhiro's History class…first period. Too bad. He hell morning.."
"Eh, so much for my sleeping in.." The younger man mutters, rubbing his forehead.
Chuckling almost in self pity, Ken sighs before murmuring sadly. "I've had him three years row first period now…"
"Huh." Relaxing a bit against the wall, slipping his hands into his pockets he asks. "Any other hope for me?"
"Uh…Math Ms. Onno. She was easy." Ken nods thoughtfully. "She lets you sleep and wakes you up end class tell you homework. …I have Gym with you as well. Nice… …Biology. …Good luck. That class number Mrs. Chidori. Trade for Botany. Girls like Botany." With that, he grins. "I have Botany four already. They all have class together, you would have my Botany hour. Three classes. ….Hmm…Eh…Drawing? I don't know who does that class." He states, handing the paper back.
"Yeah… well.. I have a mom who's pretty adamant about me having some form of art." Shrugging and folding the schedule again back into his pocket.
"Botany counts Science and Art. You could drop Drawing and have Karate." Ken offers as he starts out the room, then stops and smacks his head, poking his head back into the room. "Switch my room with his guys!"
"No problem!" A voice calls back before the two young men can hear things being put back into boxes and a few go over to Chitose's room.
As a few guys enter his room, he points out the security system and states quickly. "Be careful with this stuff, okay?" Standing from the chair and looking back at the window thoughtfully.
"Come on, Energy!" Ken calls out from the outside hall.
Standing still for a moment, Chitose blinks when he realizes Ken was talking to him and grunts before making his way out of the room. I really hope he gets the hang of it…
"..and then, the samurai said 'I would die for my Lord.'." The balding Japanese man says blandly as Ken makes a paper air plane at Chitose's side.
Grunting softly, resting on his hand, Chitose's head finally slips and clocks out loud on the desk, quickly snapping it up he bites his tongue and holds his head. Catching the teacher's eyes he laughs it off and waves a hand. "I uh.. dropped my pen, bent down too quick." Holding up a pen he adds. "Oh! Here it is!"
Squinting softly, the man starts to speak before the sound of the door opening catches his attention and he turns angry eyes up to the person stepping in. "Do you know what time it is? You stay after class!"
Glancing to the girl who walks in, Chitose sighs before looking off, then glancing back again, raising a brow. Whoa. Slinking down in his seat, seeing her drop her books from being yelled at so suddenly. I think I got her in more trouble that way… oops.
"By the way, do you remember that girl from History class?" Ken asks as he pulls on his PE uniform.
"The one that came in late?" Chitose asks and when Ken nods he adds. "Yeah. Why?"
"I've never seen such a hot day." He grins, looking at his hair in a mirror.
"….Hottie." Chitose corrects him nonchalantly, letting his eyes close lightly. "Yeah, you don't see eyes like that very often. And that skin. She's probably half…..something."
"Well, what ever she has, I want some." He states slyly. "I'm going get her.." He says confidently, nodding a bit. "What I wouldn't give seeing her wearing bloomers…"
"We'll see." The younger utters still a bit blandly, tying up his shoes. This has got to be easier than Ms. Gokajou's class… "If we even have the same gym class."
"I can dream." He chuckles, elbowing Chitose in the ribs as they walk out of the locker room, but then he stops at the sight of the girl in the gym, not far from the boy's locker room door, adjusting her bloomers. "….somebody up there loves me…"
Blinking, Chitose glances upward before looking back down and swallowing slightly. "..uh.. hey, while you're at it.. got any other exciting wishes?"
Becoming thoughtful, he grins before offering. "Easy one: deep cleavage shirt. …Maybe even able to see her bra. That's be nice…" He offers thoughtfully.
As she talks to another girl, the two boys seem to stand in wait until she turns towards them a bit, a deep V-neckline exposing the very top of a pink bra come into view, making Ken twitch, whimper, and blink before wiping a drop of blood from his upper lip.
Holding his nose, and back a chuckle, Chitose's eyes widen a bit as he offers. "How about… bending down to tie her shoe?" Nudging Ken in the arm. "That's a good one."
Only a moment later, as a basket ball rolls over and bumps into her foot, the girl blinks before smiling, bending down to pick up the ball and throw it back, making her breasts jiggle.
"…holy shit.. …that was better." Ken states simply, wincing as he holds his bleeding nose.
"Oh it's gonna be even better than that…" Chitose states, suddenly thoughtful. "You know most gym teachers do a warm up stretch…"
"…and laps." Ken offers with a grin. "We better try and keep up.."
"Damn.. hope she's no good at running." Chitose utters regretfully.
"With breasts that big, I doubt it." The blonde states as the bell rings through the gym. "Though I've seen bigger."
"I bet." The younger man mutters. "I heard American girls get… humongous."
"All way up H-cups. Like watermelons…" He utters, though not happily before the PE teacher walks in and waves them on.
"Five laps, everyone!"
"Time to see first hand." Chitose says smoothly before walking up with the rest of the class, though specifically waiting until she's near before coming in to line.
