Chap. 2….
Eh, short break, another AN….
First off… To Mr. Axelord, though you are entitled to your own opinion, please don't say that gay people should go to hell. I think you have the wrong story. All that's happened so far is someone turned around to face an albino, and I never really considered that… um, gay interaction worthy of going to hell, y'know…. @_@; And a lot of people close to me ARE gay, so please don't say that sorta thing. I'm kinda sensative 'bout that, also, because, while no one's done anything yet, I DID say that my fics were kawo-shinji. That's all.
Oh, and I am constantly getting writer's block. On any story I write, feel free to tell me what you think should happen. I won't promise it'll happen (For example, I'm not killing Kaworu here at the moment)… I mean, if you do ever read this, I'd really appreciate constructive critisism, like 'too many adjectives'. Or, 'get to the point, stop describing things'. Stuff like that. Or 'more dialouge'. Or 'You should go jump in a lake…
Wait a minute.
But you get the idea. ^_~
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My POV ^_^
Kaworu whirled, and at the same moment, a slender boy before him turned, and in that one moment, they both discovered the face of their companion in the small patch of treeless space in the woods.
"Oh, gomen!.." Shinji backed away. Quickly, his one foot digging shyly through the dirt seemed to become so facinating that he could not face the other boy.
"I didn't mean to disturb you!" the panicked boy began again, twiddling his thumbs at an amazing rate.
"No, that's quite alright. Have you a problem?" The second boy, forgiving and far more inquisitive than the first, boldly faced the other.
"N…no, I don't. You… you were the one playing, right?" Shinji's foot came to a slow stop, and his head began to rise, finally ready to re-face his startling companion.
"Yes, that is correct. I had no idea it would disturb you." Kaworu smiled widely, as he often did, and clapped the poor trembling Shinji on the shoulder heartily.
Shinji flinched away from Kaworu, now facing him fully.
"Who are you?" He finally managed.
"I'm Kaworu. You?" Kaworu grinned nanchalantly and let his hips slide to an angle, giving him a careless look.
"Shinji, Kaworu-san." Carefully, Shinji enunciated each word in his most polite tone.
"Nice. Very nice. Acupuncture, huh? I love how your name means such an interesting thing. Or… Japan's original kanji? Somehow, I don't think either suits you very well, little one. Call me Kaworu-chan, hon, it's not like I'm your teacher." Kaworu extended, very slowly as if to a frightened animal, his pale hand.
"H..hai, Kaworu-chan. Then, I'm afraid, you must call me Shinji-chan. Is that all right?" Wavering slightly, Shinji accepted the hand.
(AN: *sarcasm* yes, I know what an EXTENSIVE Japanese vocab I have. *Serious now* I'll try not to kill the usual 'hai, iie, arigatou, gomen' phrase list, sorry.)
"No problem, Shin-chan. So, where were we before that minor setback? Oh, yes. You were afraid to have disturbed my playing. No, in fact, you hadn't; I play better with an audience anyway. Would you care to play such a part, my timid rabbit?"
Shinji blushed, color invited by such an endearment from a stranger – first 'hon', now Shin-chan and rabbit?
Eh, short break, another AN….
First off… To Mr. Axelord, though you are entitled to your own opinion, please don't say that gay people should go to hell. I think you have the wrong story. All that's happened so far is someone turned around to face an albino, and I never really considered that… um, gay interaction worthy of going to hell, y'know…. @_@; And a lot of people close to me ARE gay, so please don't say that sorta thing. I'm kinda sensative 'bout that, also, because, while no one's done anything yet, I DID say that my fics were kawo-shinji. That's all.
Oh, and I am constantly getting writer's block. On any story I write, feel free to tell me what you think should happen. I won't promise it'll happen (For example, I'm not killing Kaworu here at the moment)… I mean, if you do ever read this, I'd really appreciate constructive critisism, like 'too many adjectives'. Or, 'get to the point, stop describing things'. Stuff like that. Or 'more dialouge'. Or 'You should go jump in a lake…
Wait a minute.
But you get the idea. ^_~
* * *
My POV ^_^
Kaworu whirled, and at the same moment, a slender boy before him turned, and in that one moment, they both discovered the face of their companion in the small patch of treeless space in the woods.
"Oh, gomen!.." Shinji backed away. Quickly, his one foot digging shyly through the dirt seemed to become so facinating that he could not face the other boy.
"I didn't mean to disturb you!" the panicked boy began again, twiddling his thumbs at an amazing rate.
"No, that's quite alright. Have you a problem?" The second boy, forgiving and far more inquisitive than the first, boldly faced the other.
"N…no, I don't. You… you were the one playing, right?" Shinji's foot came to a slow stop, and his head began to rise, finally ready to re-face his startling companion.
"Yes, that is correct. I had no idea it would disturb you." Kaworu smiled widely, as he often did, and clapped the poor trembling Shinji on the shoulder heartily.
Shinji flinched away from Kaworu, now facing him fully.
"Who are you?" He finally managed.
"I'm Kaworu. You?" Kaworu grinned nanchalantly and let his hips slide to an angle, giving him a careless look.
"Shinji, Kaworu-san." Carefully, Shinji enunciated each word in his most polite tone.
"Nice. Very nice. Acupuncture, huh? I love how your name means such an interesting thing. Or… Japan's original kanji? Somehow, I don't think either suits you very well, little one. Call me Kaworu-chan, hon, it's not like I'm your teacher." Kaworu extended, very slowly as if to a frightened animal, his pale hand.
"H..hai, Kaworu-chan. Then, I'm afraid, you must call me Shinji-chan. Is that all right?" Wavering slightly, Shinji accepted the hand.
(AN: *sarcasm* yes, I know what an EXTENSIVE Japanese vocab I have. *Serious now* I'll try not to kill the usual 'hai, iie, arigatou, gomen' phrase list, sorry.)
"No problem, Shin-chan. So, where were we before that minor setback? Oh, yes. You were afraid to have disturbed my playing. No, in fact, you hadn't; I play better with an audience anyway. Would you care to play such a part, my timid rabbit?"
Shinji blushed, color invited by such an endearment from a stranger – first 'hon', now Shin-chan and rabbit?