Tick Tock Tick Tock
The clock never seemed to get bored of making that sound. Not irritating, but it got under your skin. Easily. Aqua eyes stared at the hands, so slowly moving compared to what he wanted. Why wouldn't reality BEND TO HIS WILL ALREADY! Akira huffed impatiently, pouting at the clock.
He paused.
His keen eyes, so fierce over the Goban, darted around in childish paranoia, to see if anyone had seen him acting so immature.
Still, it was annoying! You would think that a god of death could be punctual if he tried. Then again, he probably had all sorts of souls to reap or ghosts to round up for judgment. Soul reaper's apprentice? Cool.
Right?
He hoped he wouldn't actually have to take a life, since that would be a little hard to cope with. Apprentice, though. Would he get sweet dragon wings as well? The coloring seemed to go with the god's hair. Black and Gold. His hair was a strange sort of green. He guessed that would be a nice color for scales to be in.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft rapping on his bedroom door.
'Who is that Tapping, rapping on my chamber door?
Tis but the wind, and nothing more. '
Ignoring the odd bit of English literature he had read in school that had surfaced, Akira opened the swinging wooden door, greeting his mother politely.
"I know you said you didn't want to be bothered today, but I wanted to make sure you ate before it passed dinner time."
"Thank you, okaa-san. I will make sure to eat. "
She nodded, gracefully heading back to whatever she had been doing before fetching her son something to eat. He glanced down at the platter.
Odd, no rice balls.
Perhaps they were out of rice?
"She is a nice lady, Touya-san."
A soft voice met his ears, and he spun around, half expecting the gold and black dragonling from before. Instead, a somewhat tall man in traditional robes met his gaze. His hair was a deep purple, lips also tinted the shade. Dark violet eyes peered out at him from long lashes, hair tied back loosely. Purple and blue wings laid placidly behind him, shimmering slightly with a strange flame. Two graceful feathers, trailed out from his hair, facing behind him. Both were tipped with a white band, a small blue flame hovering over each one.
"I apologize that Hikaru-kun was not able to make it, but he encountered some problems and was held up." He paused, rifling about in those long folds of cloth. His feminine features were in a soft expression of wonder, seemingly questioning where something had went. A small grin crept over his features before being swiftly hidden by a fan that he had pulled out of his robes.
"I am sorry to say that Hikaru-kun was never supposed to take on an apprentice this early after being made into a full god himself. He always had a bit of a wild streak, and It may put a damper on your own apprenticeship."
Akira's disappointment must have shown, for the strange god started to wave his fan around, gesturing wildly.
"But don't worry, Touya-san! After his punishment is doled out, both of us will teach you! That's a promise!." The god seemed genuinely concerned about his own wellbeing, so he simply schooled his expression into one of acceptance and nodded .The death god watched him for a few seconds before sighing, Wings ruffling. The flames behind his head gave a little wobble, tinging with red.
"Hikaru-kun should be coming in a few seconds. Please don't mind is attitude."
Indeed, bird-winged one was correct, for in a swirl of shadows and small bolts of energy that made no sound, Hikaru was then standing in the middle of Akira's room. On his face was a rather angry frown, a hint of sadness lurking behind those emerald pools. He nodded toward the other god before flopping down on Akira's bed without so much as a 'hello'
Touya Akira, being the well brought-up young man he was, could not help but be fascinated by this crude display of...well... Not-polite-ness.
Flinging his wings open and throwing one arm over his eyes, Hikaru muttered what had happened.
"Just because of one thing, he demotes me. Selfish bastard, rarely around to do his own work and sets us up to do it all. And now he piles ALL of it on Sai-san. Irresponsible moron. I don't like him.
"There are very few people you DO like, Hikaru-kun."
Said dragonling eyed the pheonix-based God, sticking his tongue out in a childish gesture and facing away.
"Anyway, I have to stick with the human realm until I 'learn my place'(insert air hand motions) and stop making 'Rash decisions'. Keh. Like THAT would ever happen."
"You are correct, I find that highly Illogical"
"I never asked you, stupid chicken."
Sai puffed up indigently, ruffling his wings again.
"I am not a chicken, you LIZARD, I am a pheonix. I am an elegant and-"
"Graceful creature, that has harnessed the power of flame, wind, and can bring good fortune and good crops." Hikaru lifted one eyebrow, folding his hands under his head.
"Did I miss anything." Sai's eyebrow twitched for a moment before the huffed, vanishing in a whirl of purple flames.
"I am still your senior, and you are still being punished."
Hikaru let out an irritated sigh, turning his head to look at the mortal, still in the room. He really hadn't noticed. Quiet, that one.
"According to mister high and mighty, I am stuck on earth until I find some moral quality, and the responsibility to have my own apprentice. So. Any suggestions?"
Akira, still in a bit of shock from death being called a moron, (and a bastard) as well as the bickering of two seemingly really powerful beings, did not really hear his question.
So, instead of awn sering in the normal way, his stretched nerves simply did what they wanted to do for a while.
They snapped.
He feinted.
Shinou Hikaru was left in a strange place with one girly god's apprentice and his own deity-status revoked temporarily.
This day royally sucked.
(I could be totally evil and end it here...buuuut... You people have been so wonderful with reviewing and encouraging me to be my totally insane self, I feel like being nice.
So, I included a little something for all you people who aided me in getting off my lazy arse. . Enjoy! )
Okay, The girly-boy was now on his bed, sleeping.
Windows, locked.
Bathroom, open in case of nausea from having physical body again.
Clock? Well, he really didn't know how to set it, so he shall just have to ignore it.
Door?
Hikaru shrugged, walking towards it with the intent to lock it. Unfortunately for him, someone else got there first.
"Akira? Are you still awake? It's nearly midnight." The doorknob started twisting, and a strange feeling writhed in Hikaru's gut. This was not good.
Akiko poked her head into her son's room, looking around. Neat as ever, as was like him. Nothing out of place, and he was sleeping already. Good. Smiling to herself, she closed the door again, going back to her own bed.
Meanwhile, a large amount of gold scales were standing on end with anxiety, wings twitching slightly. Swinging down from the ceiling with a nearly silent thump, hikaru shivered. This was definitely not good for his own nerves.
Slit pupils glanced over at the sleeping semi-mortal, the marking still gleaming gold on the boy's forehead. No other mortal could see it, which was rather good.
Looking at the clock once more, Hikaru yawned tiredly. Drat. Stupid bodies needing sleeping.
Hikaru glared wearily at the green-haired boy, lifting one hand. A small blue light flickered to life, forming into a plain-looking chain. He fastened it about his neck, and watched with vague interest as his scales seemed to retract, wings doing the same. All of his dragon like features disappearing, replaced his normal skin and bones. Sighing, he climbed nimbly onto the opposite side of the bed that his future apprentice lay on, wriggling under the covers and casting a half-hearted glare at the mortal.
Huffing in annoyance, he closed his eyes, swiftly falling asleep.
Unfortunate for the poor immortal, he did not yet realize that Akira usually slept with a pillow in his grasp. Nor did he realize that as a dragon-souled immortal, his body spread a fair bit of heat.
Poor Hikaru.
The next morning was going to be interesting.
But for now, they slept.
(AN: Shizuka Sen gets half a cookie! Whoot-ness! )