Undisclosed Desires

[Lorenze Sei]

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[style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color:#000000; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-varient: small-caps;]by BRITZ of OTE[/style]

[Tsukuda Kohaku]

"Th' clock has ticked eleven and th' place is clear. Reality is kickin' and so is m'beer~."

There's a rather obnoxious humming that travels through the empty hallways. The hallways, they suffer in hollow and lonely silence. So she fills them with the gift of her voice, with the blessing of her body. She taps to the rhythm, she sings off-key, and her body flails fluidly across the floor. This is why Kohaku chooses to march to the beat of her own drum. Whenever she loses herself in another tune, she tries reciprocate with horrid results.

"I don't make excuses when it's all m'fault. If a heart is made-a money he's CLEANED OUT m'vault!" Continues Kohaku, crescendoing in exactly the way a master vocalist wouldn't. Oh well, not all gift given are great. However, she cares not about her musical prowess. No, what she cares about is enjoying the moment. She fills her lungs with the lemon-scented cleaner of the polished tile floor to enjoy the vibrato of her voice rumbling from her throat, and how good did the cool metal of the lockers feel as her fingers brush past each one? The sultry jazz sounds continue to float in her ear, the smoothness of the bass strings entangling her ears. Kohaku shimmies and she sways. A slave. As if nothing existed but her and the music she indulges in.

But. Well. Kohaku, things do exist out of your self-absorbed hemisphere. You're in school, you twit. So why do you look so surprised when you crash into a one-man stampede as you turn around the corner? The MP3 player goes sliding across the floor as her body spins and collides face-first to the hard marbled tile underneath her shimmying feet. Pain wires through her fallen form, and Kohaku gradually turns her body over. Something warm hits her lips. Lifting her fingers to her mouth, she soon figures out it is most certainly blood. "Bro. Ya messed up my song." Kohaku sits up, brows knitting together, tone filled with the utmost shock. The horrible crime of interrupting someone's groove! How dare this man? "I hope my 'pee three player still works. Can't live without th' thing." She continues to speak in that warm, lazy accent. Nevermind the fact that your nose is fractured. "City folk, I swear. Always finna rush, ain'tcha? But. That is a pair of legs, man. I can dig it." Her voice is filled with gentle acknowledgment as her hands grope around for her music device.

Relief floods her when her hangs clench around the device's form and she brings it up to her face, the blue glow of the touchscreen display filling her rosy cheeks. "Th' hell you goin' anyway, stranger?" Well. No observable damage so far. No need to cause a fuss.

Because. You already know. School is most certainly not in session or anything, Kohaku.

[Lorenze Sei]

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[style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color:#000000; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-varient: small-caps;]by BRITZ of OTE[/style]

[Tsukuda Kohaku]

"Well goddamn kid, ya look sorry." For a second, Kohaku became a mirror and reflected Sei's bewildered expression on her own features. What's this thick air that clings around his form? He didn't deserve to be depressed, because he wasn't the one with a busted nose or experiencing the near death of his beloved MP3. The cold expression on her face melts quickly away with another crooked grin. This boy has beautiful eyes, she loves the look of the icy reality cracking across his blue eyes. So expressive. So delicious. Kohaku strides over towards him as he murmers apologetically, lifting a gentle hand in attempt to fix that frantically twisting head of his straight to her.

"How ya gonna impress people that way when your head moves more than a bobble doll?" Kohaku sniffs, tilting her head aside. He owes her a favor. They both know it. And now? He'd be really sorry. Or maybe he'd just enjoy the ride and join in her games.

"Well, where we're gonna go is right back outside, yanno. You meant to run into me, guy. Yer sick-a school an' the nurses ain't gonna do shit about it." Kohaku takes his hand, face bright with a beaming smile, voice filled with confident notes. "Let Doctor Kohaku take care of ya, boy-o. And what she says whatcha need right here in the fine paperwork is a fresh prescription-a fresh air~." The Tsukuda takes the liberty of wrapping both sets of fingers around one of his hands, lifting it upward.

"Though first thing's first: yer stiffer than a corpse. Let's do th' Western thing here an' shake on it." And the shaking would proceed, whether he said no or not.

[Lorenze Sei]

[atrb=width,530,true][atrb=cellspacing,4,true][atrb=cellpadding,4,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding-top: 10px; background-color: #B4CDCD; border: 2px dashed #39859F;][style=text-align: center; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 5px; font-size: 44px; margin-left: -6px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 39859F;]❝WHAT IF IT MAKES YOU SAD AT ME?❞[/style][style=position: relative; z-index: 2; text-align: center; background: #B4CDCD; display: block; margin-top: -30px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: helvetica neue; text-indent: 7px; line-height: 11px; color: #39859F;] ❝OR IS IT ALL MY FAULT & CAN I FIX IT PLEASE?❞[/style] [style=width: 340px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 2px; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 11.5px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #666666;]The kid couldn't help but be overly cautious around everyone, all the time, wondering what they would do to him. How would he survive here, it was a miracle he still bothered to even come to school anymore. The kid didn't like it, it was more of a curse or a burden to him, a waste of time. Sei's "guardian" told him he didn't need school to have a career he just had to be stronger then he was. He tried to close off his mind and heart, not showing any of his emotions again, he didn't want anyone to see what he was, or the mistake that he was going to be. There was nothing he could do, some of it had already been seen. He didn't like anyone to think he was weak, would she think the same, most who met him did think just that. Because of how he acted, and the things he did with his life. The confusion on his face was replaced by a mix of fear, and concern, fear he just tried to shake away. The concern was because he hurt her, the blood spoke for it. And he didn't like that thought, he would have to fix it somehow like he had to do with everything. And always tried his hardest just to do, not that it would make much difference if he actually tried. He flinches and looks at her, his eyes didn't know what to do, more like his mind didn't. He wanted to pull away and just run, hide somewhere that he could just be alone. And no one would be able to hurt him or touch him, or make his life worse then it already was outside of school. 'What is she going to do to me...I have to leave....no grow up...You aren't a kid anymore...' He was mentally beating himself up for this, while she was there. He had a feeling she wouldn't notice, after all most people didn't, and it was better that way. He looked at her, and tried to keep his focus, and calm. That was what he was good at most of the time, but he was supposed to be in class wasn't he. No it didn't matter, school meant nothing, just one day not being here wasn't about to kill him, he would not let anyone find out anyway. Not like they would care about what he did."Back outside?....um okay..." He was not protesting or complaining, but he didn't know what to think. This girl seemed to have some sort of plan in mind, and he would not get in the way of that. But it seemed he was part of it as well now, because he had run into her. He didn't seem to nod or refuse when she mentioned him being stiff, it was just who he was. But he was a bit confused by her, the touching his hands and all, what did she want from him. "Uh...if you say so...." He was trying his best to keep his cool here, but he had never really thought about contact with a girl before, never thought it would happen. He wondered if there was another motive behind all of this. [/style] [style=position: relative; z-index: 2; text-align: center; background: #B4CDCD; display: block; margin-top: -30px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: helvetica neue; text-indent: 7px; line-height: 12px; color: #39859F;]❝CAUSE YOU KNOW I'M ALWAYS FOR YOU❞[/style]

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[style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color:#000000; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-varient: small-caps;]by BRITZ of OTE[/style]

[Tsukuda Kohaku]

Now that the shaking of hands has finished, it was time to do some shaking up of something bigger. Sei's day. There's a skip in her step as she skips school, along with her new luggage in tow. Because this is what he is. There is no complaints, no fuss, no anything but simple weight for her to carry as she travels away from school grounds. Kohaku bounces when she feels the sunlight hit her peachy skin, the a warm glow pouring over her form. It was natural, earthy, more real and rich than the air conditioned environment of the school. "Take in that air. It feels good, don't it feel good?" Kohaku spins around on her bounding toes to face the boy behind her. She smiles, waving for the air to come toward her as she opens her mouth as wide as she can manage. It is a demonstration for Sei, for him to breath. For him to live. She can taste the exhaust from cars rushing through the many vein-like highways of Shigoyomi, the salt of the bay, the heat of the fading summer.

"Yanno, when yer sorry, ya look people in the eyes to show ya mean it." Kohaku says as she continues to pedal backwards on the asphalt. She spins suddenly to climb upon a low brick wall, perching carefully upon it in a crouching position. "Make up for this by showing me a good time?" Kohaku rises to stand on the brick wall, extending both of her arms out to balance as she walks upon the ledge with care one would believe absent in a spontaneous thing like her. "Tell. Whatcha wanna do? Where we gonna go?" If Kohaku had a tail, it would most be certainly wagging as she awaits for a response from Sei. She is a puppy, eager to play.

[Lorenze Sei]

[atrb=width,530,true][atrb=cellspacing,4,true][atrb=cellpadding,4,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding-top: 10px; background-color: #B4CDCD; border: 2px dashed #39859F;][style=text-align: center; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 5px; font-size: 44px; margin-left: -6px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 39859F;]❝WHAT IF IT MAKES YOU SAD AT ME?❞[/style][style=position: relative; z-index: 2; text-align: center; background: #B4CDCD; display: block; margin-top: -30px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: helvetica neue; text-indent: 7px; line-height: 11px; color: #39859F;] ❝OR IS IT ALL MY FAULT & CAN I FIX IT PLEASE?❞[/style] [style=width: 340px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 2px; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 11.5px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #666666;]Sei just finally felt a bit more relaxed, maybe not completely with her, but he was outside, not away from the school. But there was ways to get away, and not worry about getting caught. He just had to think and be careful, if she wanted to get into trouble wasn't that her thing, he wouldn't get involved with it. He thought about going back to class, but just shook the thought from his mind, it meant absolutely nothing to him. And not one person would be able to change his mind even if they had bothered to try. The boy doesn't know how she can seem so hyper and bouncing around, like she almost had sugar this morning, he had seen people like that but never been dragged around by one of them like this. Being outside of the school during school didn't make much sense to him, he barely knew what he was supposed to do, or why he had let her do this. He had promised to try at school, and yet here he was ditching again. Ah well it wasn't like anyone would look for him, he would just pull the sick card on them when he got back to school the next day. If they asked that was, it's not like anyone ever thought about that, and not like they were the only ones ditching school at this point in time right? The kid took a breathe and tried to relax, almost like he was unsure about this. But that stress and feeling of worry would fade completely soon, and he wouldn't think about it again. Unless by some odd chance they got caught, he had no idea what might happen then, he was not sure if he wanted to find out. Maybe he would run away and hope she did the same. Or would he be the one used as a shield so she could get away. He had seen it happen before, but only to him a few times and for other reasons. "Yea..it does..." He smiled, and tried not to think about what might happen to them. They would be fine out here as long as they took the steps carefully and had fun with it. If she at least thought he was enjoying it, maybe he would believe it to. Then again he liked being out here, rather then hiding inside learning about things that he barely understood as it was. He wasn't as smart as the other kids, though he did eventually get what was being taught. 'Look them in the eyes...' He just nodded, though he knew he wouldn't be able to do that, he barely could do that when he was not apologizing. How would it work when he was saying sorry, he was just not that way, things didn't work that way, nor had they ever actually worked out the way it should have. "....You must have some idea of where you want to go...." This was about making her happy, and feel better after what he had done to her, it wasn't about him or at least in his mind it wasn't about him anymore and never would be. He would always suck it up and take the blame it was for the best anyway. [/style] [style=position: relative; z-index: 2; text-align: center; background: #B4CDCD; display: block; margin-top: -30px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: helvetica neue; text-indent: 7px; line-height: 12px; color: #39859F;]❝CAUSE YOU KNOW I'M ALWAYS FOR YOU❞[/style]

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[style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color:#000000; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-varient: small-caps;]by BRITZ of OTE[/style]

[Tsukuda Kohaku]

His fractured smile, his trailing voice, what Kohaku has in tow today is a broken bird with no song to share. The tune of his voice is flat, the blues of his eyes simply water, icy pools only reflecting her. Kohaku was good at tossing words, though, her manner of speech could be the sticks and stones that create ripples within his personality. "Been in a cage that long? Forgot how t'fly?"" She presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth repeatedly to create multiple sharp tsks. How sad. Kohaku jumps down from her waist-high perch of brick, taking his hand once more to drag them the rest of the way off the school premises. They couldn't loiter for too long.

"Of course I know where I want to go," Kohaku responds fervently, sounding almost insulted. She knows herself. Whatever her body needed was where she went, and right now, hunger roiled harshly in her belly. "Shit. That'd be a shame if I didn't." Being guided by impulse and want, her mind lacks intricate details, however, keeping her needs simple allowed her to paint pictures quickly with broad strokes. "But hey, bro, rolling with me is just fine." Kohaku rolls her shoulders with an easy smoothness that only slackers of her caliber possessed. If Sei would not feed her with his wants, then Kohaku will simply fill him with hers until he burst with his own.

Kohaku beams, "I'm gonna teach ya how ta take-a lady ta dinner, birdie~." The summer sun beats down upon their skin even more intensely as they walk out into the open street, crossing it to the other side. "Or. . .breakfast. . .lunch. Whatever." Her tune changes, the notes of lazy confidence contrasting sharply with her momentary puzzlement. She'd continue to pull at the damaged wing of her bird eastbound for the Shopping District~.

[Lorenze Sei]

[atrb=width,530,true][atrb=cellspacing,4,true][atrb=cellpadding,4,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding-top: 10px; background-color: #B4CDCD; border: 2px dashed #39859F;][style=text-align: center; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 5px; font-size: 44px; margin-left: -6px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 39859F;]❝WHAT IF IT MAKES YOU SAD AT ME?❞[/style][style=position: relative; z-index: 2; text-align: center; background: #B4CDCD; display: block; margin-top: -30px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: helvetica neue; text-indent: 7px; line-height: 11px; color: #39859F;] ❝OR IS IT ALL MY FAULT & CAN I FIX IT PLEASE?❞[/style] [style=width: 340px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 2px; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 11.5px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 3px; color: #666666;]This happened to be strange to him, but the boy didn't care. Being out here rather then in school was good enough to him, and it was like she was trying to help him. Even if she did have things she wanted, he didn't mind at all. Sei was just not as open, or as out there as some teens were, that would change when it did. He tilted his head to the right, and wonder what she was on about, maybe he had been. But breaking out of that cage didn't seem to be a bad thing, he just didn't do it, maybe fear of being alone or something else."The cage..."He muttered, something that would stick with him was what she had said, she seemed to have a plan. And he would go along with it, spoil her even. Maybe because one he owed her that, and two he felt like this was better, she was actually being somewhat nice. And he didn't feel as used as he thought he might have before. He knew there was something he could do, and what he could say about all of this. There was just only a few things in his mind, he had money in his pocket, and was going to do whatever he could. Just seeing her smiling and maybe being a bit different he was happy about. "Yea....right..." He just nodded, and looked to her, watching her closely, she seemed so open. Stronger then him by a long shot in some ways, or maybe most ways. He wasn't sure, he just had to let it pass before he got into way too much trouble. She was holding his hand again, it made him feel maybe not so awkward, not so alone and yet he was not blushing. Not that he knew, but it felt like he was, if he was he'd probably be even more shocked about all of this. "Teach me....that. Okay!" He knew she wanted food, he could hear her stomach, and he would let her eat even if he was paying for it probably. That was what the male was supposed to do right, it was called manners or something. He kept up with her so she didn't really have to drag him, not that he knew his way around here, so he was making a mental map from the school to this place, so if he had to get back he could. Well when he went back, if not he'd just sneak home and not deal with anything after that.'Should thank her when this is over...no one ever talks to me like this....' He was not sure if that was a good thing, but having one friend was better then none. He shook his head not like he'd get in trouble much less caught for doing this, he didn't care. School was a waste of time, and he would rather be here with her, even if he barely knew her more then maybe a few minutes. How they had met was something he would never be able to forget. [/style] [style=position: relative; z-index: 2; text-align: center; background: #B4CDCD; display: block; margin-top: -30px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: helvetica neue; text-indent: 7px; line-height: 12px; color: #39859F;]❝CAUSE YOU KNOW I'M ALWAYS FOR YOU❞[/style]

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