Heh heh... It's a funny story, actually. I was doing yard work when I thought about this. My first thought was "wow, raking the whole yard has made callouses on my hands". Then, that thought led to "calloused hands means a hard worker, someone who isn't rich enough to have other people do there work, someone who makes an honest earning". And then that thought led to "aww, poor guy. Whatever guy that has to earn a living for his family is someone I respect". xDDD And then THAT thought led to "OMG KAI!!". Eventually, I came up with some sappy, fluffy one-shot about Kaitso Atokata from A.J. Courman's perspective.
A.J., btw, belongs to me and Kai belongs to my evil half, SilverLoyalWolf.
Rating: PG for minor, brief language.
Disclaimer: Kaitso Atokata (c) SilverLoyalWolf; A.J. Courman (c) OokamiManiakku; Danny Phantom, related characters (c) Butch Hartman
Mine
He isn't perfect. I can vouch for that.
He isn't the nicest person in the world and his language can get colorful. His hands aren't soft when he holds me- they're rough and calloused from working all day to support his household... which is constantly fluctuating. His "friends", if that's what you want to call them, drift in and out uninvited and unexpected, eat and sleep and then leave him with a dirty house and no food.
But he doesn't complain. I don't know what goes on in his head, but he never voices his opinion. He just... deals with it.
I don't know how he manages to stay alive. He's either working to make end's meet, working his ass off in school or saving my butt from some ghost that attacks the town. He doesn't want to be a nobody, even if that's what society views him as.
At least I have a name for myself, but he doesn't even have that. I knew who my parents were and I still have a family member left. But he... doesn't have anyone. He doesn't even know if "Kaitso Atokata" is his real name. Maybe that's why he's so cold, so distant from everyone all the time. Things have never been good for him.
But... he's not the same with me. With me, I can see a glimpse of who Kai used to be. Of who he was before Zamorax and life had ruined him. There's life in his eyes when I talk to him, a spring in his step. Is it because of me, I wonder? Could I, A.J. Courman, have that effect on someone? I don't know because he'll never talk to me about it. Even though we hug like good friends and joke around with each other, I still don't know if he feels the same way about me that I feel about him.
He's stubborn. He can be a jerk. He's cold. So why do I care about him so much? Because I can see through the emotionless mask he wears to protect himself. I can see his feelings even when nobody else can. I can understand the hardships he goes through because I suffer through my life... even if it's not as bad as his.
That's why I love him. That's why I'd risk my life just to protect him like I know he would with me. That's why I even bother to talk to him everyday even when I know I'll just get brushed off or stared at. Because he's stubborn. Because he's not perfect. Because he's Kaitso Atokata.
And he's mine.