Deai 2
Part ii
Who was he? Fugen wondered on his way home from school. Winter was approaching. A piercing cold penetrated his exposed hands.
Fake
What we are is something embedded in our subconscious. What we are not is definitely something abandoned by our subconscious.
"Welcome back." Ryuukitsu stuffed a bowl of warm soup into Fugen's hands as soon as he opened the door. She helped him take off the huge load of books from his back and pushed him down onto the sofa with the bowl in his hand.
"Helping everyone out with homework again?" She said with loving disapproval as she untangled his wind-blown hair carefully.
Fugen smiled up at her. He would never be able to repay her.
"You know," Ryuukitsu went on with her lecture, "you should go out more. I don't like you being stuck at home doing everyone else's homework." She stood up to pull out a tissue for Fugen to wipe the traces of soup on the corner of his mouth.
Fugen didn't answer but simply looked at her, a playful twinkle in his eyes. Ryuukitsu looked back, accepting the challenge.
The stalemate lasted less than thirty seconds before Ryuukitsu raised a white flag.
"Ok, fine, so I'm always stuck home grading everyone else' work too. Then again," She looked affectionately at Fugen and ruffled the hair she just finished taming, "that's my job, not yours."
Fugen lowered his head a little and stared into the two-thirds empty bowl and nodded slightly, acknowledging her concern.
"Then it's decided!" Ryuukitsu grabbed the bowl out of Fugen's hands and stuck a pair of gloves into them. She then proceeded to push him out the door. "I've arranged for the boys in the archeology club to come pick you up. You'll recognize their leader."
Without waiting for Fugen's expected protest, she closed the door behind her.
Fugen swallowed a tiny bit nervously and started pulling on his gloves. In front of him stood four boys, one of whom, Bukichi, bounced happily forward to meet him. Following Bukichi was a tall boy with a mat of hair almost as disobedient as Fugen's.
"I'm Kihatsu! Nice to meet you! So…" The new boy poked Fugen inquiringly, "so so so, what's the relationship between you and Ryuukitsu-sensei?" Behind Bukichi and Kihatsu stood the tall proud figure of Youzen, studying Fugen with great interest and a slight hint of menace. Leaning on the willow tree in the front garden was a redheaded boy who looked their direction with an indecipherable grin on his face.
Please, Ryuukitsu prayed as she watched from the shadows behind the window as the group disappeared into the distance, please free that boy.
***
"I have someone I would like you to bring into the club." Ryuukitsu requested as she looked calmly into Youzen's frigid purple eyes.
"Oh?" Youzen's tone was even. "Why are you asking me? I'm not the president."
"Please come pick him up at my house today at four." Ryuukitsu did not wait for him to make further comments.
Youzen's eyebrows lifted a little, but hid his surprise quickly. "Your place? How would I know where that is?"
Without answering him, Ryuukitsu nodded her goodbye and walked off in the opposite direction.
Have you noticed, Youzen's eyes narrowed as he involuntarily traced Ryuukitsu's footsteps, the silent phantom that had been recording your every move in a distance?
***
Throwing his accounts report across the room to his secretary Chou Kei, Bunchuu pushed his rolling chair back and stood up violently. Knowing what would happen to him if he didn't disappear immediately, Chou Kei backed out of the conference room and closed the door.
The door opened again. Bunchuu turned angrily and was about to lash off at Chou Kei when a face that could drive any man who saw it insane peered playfully into the room.
"Taking your anger out on your poor secretary again?" Dakki said with a smile as she gracefully closed the door behind her.
Snapping his head around, Bunchuu turned his attention to outside the wall height windows.
"You know, if you miss them and want them back, you have the resources to find them." Dakki commented coolly.
Ignoring her, only Bunchuu's quickly heaving chest betrayed the turmoil in his mind.
"I'm going to pay Ryuukitsu a visit tomorrow, I haven't seen her since we graduated. I'll be gone for a week or so."
Bunchuu didn't answer. Dakki crossed her arms and looked at the solitary figure standing in the large, luxurious office amidst countless miscellaneous framed diplomas and contracts pronouncing his achievements.
Dakki sighed. Her brother had never been an easy person to deal with, for the people around him or for himself.
***
Fugen walked among the four boys nervously. Kihatsu and Bukichi were both very friendly and filled with young spirit. They chattered loudly with each other and occasionally threw a few jokes at their companions, but never waited for a reply.
The other two though, especially the one with the long dark blue hair and a face that all women would both be deathly jealous of and fall madly in love with. His eyes had not left Fugen since they started walking toward the woods behind K University. As for the apparent leader, the one who "ran" into Fugen earlier this afternoon, he simply threw a comment here and there, a lazy smile always lagging on his face. Unlike when he ran out of the classroom today, he was entirely well composed and assumed an air of authority.
Fugen turned his thoughts onto the path in front of him. Pebbles called out to him as he approached them.
His smile regained its blissful negligence. He was in his own world, which no one could enter. Taikoubou felt his interest venturing into dangerous grounds as he watched Fugen out of the corner of his eyes.
He was surprised when Youzen asked him to take Fugen into the club. Not saying that he was not personally interested in further contact with this strange boy. He didn't let it show to Youzen, but within his mind he was relieved that he did not have to find his own way to approach this boy.
Is he really oblivious of everything around him? Taikoubou wondered. They were approaching the looming shadows of the shadows, in which generations of trees resided.
The pebbles were still talking to him. They told him many stories, some happy, some sad, but most were laments on their fate of being stuck in the same place for eons and eons on. Fugen answered them, expressing his empathy. One of them stood up to thank him. Fugen extended his arms….
Taikoubou ran forward to grab him as he fell. A hand denied him his glory by catching Fugen before he hit the ground. Fugen looked into a pair of purple eyes that eerily reflected a color in his own eyes. Fugen quickly looked away, but not before he nervously gave his savior a grateful bow, packing his concentration for the road ahead again.
So I see I'm not the only one paying attention to him. Though knowing that Youzen was the one who had originally requested the induction of Fugen into the club, Taikoubou still couldn't resist the strange feeling that threatened devour him from within.
***
"How many years has it been?" Dakki held onto the habitually cold hands of Ryuukitsu. The two past roommates looked into each other eyes with a familiar comfort that neither had felt for three years.
"Dakki," Ryuukitsu said in a sigh, "thank you for visiting me."
Looking at her friend curiously, Dakki realized the hidden concern in Ryuukitsu's eyes. "Is it Fugen?"
Nodding her head, then shaking it, Ryuukitsu breathed in deeply.
***
To have war, and riches, or just the sun.
what not, what true and what we crave,
come out in the end to fade into none.
Preview: Storm is here; storm is gone; storm is approaching.
A's Babblin:
WHOA!!! A cooooooooool Ryuukitsu!!! Am I going to get burned for this? ::runs:: For some reason, ever since I had gotten to know the characters Ryuukitsu and Dakki in Houshin, I've always wanted to put them together as friends… so I'm doing it. ^^; Haha… ok, so you see that I couldn't help having a little fun at some point (ahem ahem), but don't worry, this ficcie does not plan to go in that direction. It was just Aka having a little bit too much fun… (onslaught of rotten tomatoes)
Well, now you can finally see some of the relationships existing and developing between these youngsters ne? ::giggles to self:: I kind of feel guilty though… b/c I promised the exploration of some relationships… but am not following through…::hangs head in shame:: Well, give me more time… this series will be kinda… long… ::Aka faints::
As for the You/Ryu… ::evil smirk:: well, I was going to just play with the incest parts(AHEM), but out of gratitude for Mikazuki-san, one of the translators who translated HE WJ issues graciously for us depraved fans and has been sick for a while at this time during which I'm writing, I'm going to explore You/Ryu. Oh, and don't forget the semi-Ryu/Nen hints in this ficcie. ^^; Won't tell you how it turns out though! ^^
As for the "main" relationship in the ficcie… ho ho ho… we're still early! ^^;;;;;
Part ii
Who was he? Fugen wondered on his way home from school. Winter was approaching. A piercing cold penetrated his exposed hands.
Fake
What we are is something embedded in our subconscious. What we are not is definitely something abandoned by our subconscious.
"Welcome back." Ryuukitsu stuffed a bowl of warm soup into Fugen's hands as soon as he opened the door. She helped him take off the huge load of books from his back and pushed him down onto the sofa with the bowl in his hand.
"Helping everyone out with homework again?" She said with loving disapproval as she untangled his wind-blown hair carefully.
Fugen smiled up at her. He would never be able to repay her.
"You know," Ryuukitsu went on with her lecture, "you should go out more. I don't like you being stuck at home doing everyone else's homework." She stood up to pull out a tissue for Fugen to wipe the traces of soup on the corner of his mouth.
Fugen didn't answer but simply looked at her, a playful twinkle in his eyes. Ryuukitsu looked back, accepting the challenge.
The stalemate lasted less than thirty seconds before Ryuukitsu raised a white flag.
"Ok, fine, so I'm always stuck home grading everyone else' work too. Then again," She looked affectionately at Fugen and ruffled the hair she just finished taming, "that's my job, not yours."
Fugen lowered his head a little and stared into the two-thirds empty bowl and nodded slightly, acknowledging her concern.
"Then it's decided!" Ryuukitsu grabbed the bowl out of Fugen's hands and stuck a pair of gloves into them. She then proceeded to push him out the door. "I've arranged for the boys in the archeology club to come pick you up. You'll recognize their leader."
Without waiting for Fugen's expected protest, she closed the door behind her.
Fugen swallowed a tiny bit nervously and started pulling on his gloves. In front of him stood four boys, one of whom, Bukichi, bounced happily forward to meet him. Following Bukichi was a tall boy with a mat of hair almost as disobedient as Fugen's.
"I'm Kihatsu! Nice to meet you! So…" The new boy poked Fugen inquiringly, "so so so, what's the relationship between you and Ryuukitsu-sensei?" Behind Bukichi and Kihatsu stood the tall proud figure of Youzen, studying Fugen with great interest and a slight hint of menace. Leaning on the willow tree in the front garden was a redheaded boy who looked their direction with an indecipherable grin on his face.
Please, Ryuukitsu prayed as she watched from the shadows behind the window as the group disappeared into the distance, please free that boy.
***
"I have someone I would like you to bring into the club." Ryuukitsu requested as she looked calmly into Youzen's frigid purple eyes.
"Oh?" Youzen's tone was even. "Why are you asking me? I'm not the president."
"Please come pick him up at my house today at four." Ryuukitsu did not wait for him to make further comments.
Youzen's eyebrows lifted a little, but hid his surprise quickly. "Your place? How would I know where that is?"
Without answering him, Ryuukitsu nodded her goodbye and walked off in the opposite direction.
Have you noticed, Youzen's eyes narrowed as he involuntarily traced Ryuukitsu's footsteps, the silent phantom that had been recording your every move in a distance?
***
Throwing his accounts report across the room to his secretary Chou Kei, Bunchuu pushed his rolling chair back and stood up violently. Knowing what would happen to him if he didn't disappear immediately, Chou Kei backed out of the conference room and closed the door.
The door opened again. Bunchuu turned angrily and was about to lash off at Chou Kei when a face that could drive any man who saw it insane peered playfully into the room.
"Taking your anger out on your poor secretary again?" Dakki said with a smile as she gracefully closed the door behind her.
Snapping his head around, Bunchuu turned his attention to outside the wall height windows.
"You know, if you miss them and want them back, you have the resources to find them." Dakki commented coolly.
Ignoring her, only Bunchuu's quickly heaving chest betrayed the turmoil in his mind.
"I'm going to pay Ryuukitsu a visit tomorrow, I haven't seen her since we graduated. I'll be gone for a week or so."
Bunchuu didn't answer. Dakki crossed her arms and looked at the solitary figure standing in the large, luxurious office amidst countless miscellaneous framed diplomas and contracts pronouncing his achievements.
Dakki sighed. Her brother had never been an easy person to deal with, for the people around him or for himself.
***
Fugen walked among the four boys nervously. Kihatsu and Bukichi were both very friendly and filled with young spirit. They chattered loudly with each other and occasionally threw a few jokes at their companions, but never waited for a reply.
The other two though, especially the one with the long dark blue hair and a face that all women would both be deathly jealous of and fall madly in love with. His eyes had not left Fugen since they started walking toward the woods behind K University. As for the apparent leader, the one who "ran" into Fugen earlier this afternoon, he simply threw a comment here and there, a lazy smile always lagging on his face. Unlike when he ran out of the classroom today, he was entirely well composed and assumed an air of authority.
Fugen turned his thoughts onto the path in front of him. Pebbles called out to him as he approached them.
His smile regained its blissful negligence. He was in his own world, which no one could enter. Taikoubou felt his interest venturing into dangerous grounds as he watched Fugen out of the corner of his eyes.
He was surprised when Youzen asked him to take Fugen into the club. Not saying that he was not personally interested in further contact with this strange boy. He didn't let it show to Youzen, but within his mind he was relieved that he did not have to find his own way to approach this boy.
Is he really oblivious of everything around him? Taikoubou wondered. They were approaching the looming shadows of the shadows, in which generations of trees resided.
The pebbles were still talking to him. They told him many stories, some happy, some sad, but most were laments on their fate of being stuck in the same place for eons and eons on. Fugen answered them, expressing his empathy. One of them stood up to thank him. Fugen extended his arms….
Taikoubou ran forward to grab him as he fell. A hand denied him his glory by catching Fugen before he hit the ground. Fugen looked into a pair of purple eyes that eerily reflected a color in his own eyes. Fugen quickly looked away, but not before he nervously gave his savior a grateful bow, packing his concentration for the road ahead again.
So I see I'm not the only one paying attention to him. Though knowing that Youzen was the one who had originally requested the induction of Fugen into the club, Taikoubou still couldn't resist the strange feeling that threatened devour him from within.
***
"How many years has it been?" Dakki held onto the habitually cold hands of Ryuukitsu. The two past roommates looked into each other eyes with a familiar comfort that neither had felt for three years.
"Dakki," Ryuukitsu said in a sigh, "thank you for visiting me."
Looking at her friend curiously, Dakki realized the hidden concern in Ryuukitsu's eyes. "Is it Fugen?"
Nodding her head, then shaking it, Ryuukitsu breathed in deeply.
***
To have war, and riches, or just the sun.
what not, what true and what we crave,
come out in the end to fade into none.
Preview: Storm is here; storm is gone; storm is approaching.
A's Babblin:
WHOA!!! A cooooooooool Ryuukitsu!!! Am I going to get burned for this? ::runs:: For some reason, ever since I had gotten to know the characters Ryuukitsu and Dakki in Houshin, I've always wanted to put them together as friends… so I'm doing it. ^^; Haha… ok, so you see that I couldn't help having a little fun at some point (ahem ahem), but don't worry, this ficcie does not plan to go in that direction. It was just Aka having a little bit too much fun… (onslaught of rotten tomatoes)
Well, now you can finally see some of the relationships existing and developing between these youngsters ne? ::giggles to self:: I kind of feel guilty though… b/c I promised the exploration of some relationships… but am not following through…::hangs head in shame:: Well, give me more time… this series will be kinda… long… ::Aka faints::
As for the You/Ryu… ::evil smirk:: well, I was going to just play with the incest parts(AHEM), but out of gratitude for Mikazuki-san, one of the translators who translated HE WJ issues graciously for us depraved fans and has been sick for a while at this time during which I'm writing, I'm going to explore You/Ryu. Oh, and don't forget the semi-Ryu/Nen hints in this ficcie. ^^; Won't tell you how it turns out though! ^^
As for the "main" relationship in the ficcie… ho ho ho… we're still early! ^^;;;;;
