Tenderness from a Tiger[/closed]

[Aoi Park]

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Now wasn’t that annoying, Aoi grumbled softly as he walked down the hallways. Someone had squealed about him not eating, he had told a few people but he didn’t think it would get around as fast as it did like this, so the principle of the school called him in and talked to him for an hour, it was so bloody annoying. Oh, they also had a therapist in there like he was some kind of crazy bat-winged kid. Aoi stalked down the hallway, it was Saturday, so he didn’t have classes but he wished he did so he wouldn’t go off and hide in his room until Monday came like he wanted to do. No, that would be “hiding from your problems” like the shrink had told him. Aoi swore to himself, there were a few things he could have told that man, but he didn’t because that’s not how he was raised. He wished he was raised differently.

Aoi walked into the lounge of all places, really? What was the purpose of coming here? Well he wanted to find Tokiie and rant to the male about how stupid people were and stuff, but then again. Tokiie liked quiet too, do he must have been in his room. That was when something caught his attention. A group of kids were pestering another kid. Aoi hated that, bullies. They were just a poor excuse of human waste if you asked him, but nobody did so he mentally thought it. Golden eyes wrapped around the room, no one was going to help. Really? Were people so cruel and singled minded as to not help? He frowned a bit and walked over to the group and grabbed the leader’s shoulder with crunching force. Really his shoulder cracked under Aoi’s grip. Aoi may have been skinny but he was tough.

“I’m in a really shitty mood right now, keep this up and I swear I will rip your heads off and throw your bodies into the ocean and let sharks and other marine animals feast on you.” His thick Chinese accent made his threat even more scary. Aoi was not in the mood to be messed with, he was still pissy about his whole ordeal with the principle and the shrink so really it would have been stupid for someone to mess with him at the moment. He watched the boy’s run off and his attention was put on the boy. “You okay?” He asked softly.

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[Mel Kucharski]

••••

Why did it always end up like this?

Mel didn't think he had done anything to deserve it, but always seemed to happen. It was the boy's idea to flirt with him, nobody forced him to. Mel knew that he probably didn't realize who he was talking to, but played along anyway. The guy went away, seeming confident in himself to talk to some friends who were standing some ways away, who appeared to be suppressing giggles. After a few seconds of conversing with them he started shouting and making a big show of something. Mel took a guess at what they might have said and got away quickly. Feeling the eyes of the group simply boring through his back. He hid in his room for the remainder of the day.

It was inevitable that they would find him again, he was just surprised at how quickly they did. When he left that morning, a group of them were waiting outside the dorm building. Taking out the pink cupcake clips he had been using to put his hair back and lowering his face he walked through them trying to ignore the barrage of insults. It was nothing he hadn't experienced before.

What he didn't expect was for them to follow him. He walked briskly and ducked into the first door he found. Once out of eyesight he ran like a bat out of hell. He was nearly to the end of the empty hallway and home free when the gang burst in. One shouted and pointed just as he turned the corner. He didn't stop, holding his satchel with one hand and frantically searching for his whistle with the other he ran towards the lounge. It was the only place that was sure to have people in it with it being summer break and all that.

The sound of sneakers behind him was too loud and too close for comfort. His breath became labored with fear and running, but finally he spotted it ahead. He burst into the room panting and wide eyed. Everyone got quiet and looked at him. He ducked and avoided their looks, skirting around any activity to get to the back of the room. It wasn't too long for the boys to reach the room either and spot him making his way to the back. Mel readjusted the strap on his bag and walked faster, but it didn't take long for them to get around and cut him off.

He kept his eyes lowered, "Excuse me.."

They only laughed, he tried to push past them, but one of the taller boys grabbed him by the shirt and threw him up against the wall, hard. Mel gasped as he felt the air get knocked out of him and dropped his bag. His attacker kicked it away so his buddies could play a little game of soccer with it. "Where do you think you're going, faggot?" the person hissed.

Mel recognized it as the voice of the boy who had flirted with him but didn't look up, "No where. I was just leaving." he wondered why nobody in the room was doing anything about it.

The person laughed and slammed the smaller boy against the wall again, this time throwing a fist into his solar plexus, receiving a pained gasp. "Let's take this outside, okay princess?"

Suddenly there was a crack and a pained gurgle, followed by a deep and infuriated voice, "I’m in a really shitty mood right now, keep this up and I swear I will rip your heads off and throw your bodies into the ocean and let sharks and other marine animals feast on you.”

The hand released his shirt, Mel slid down the wall, until he was crouching and holding his stomach, trying to get back his breath. He looked up to see the gang hightailing it with a tall young man shooting a hateful stare after them. The dark eyes snapped onto Mel and softened, "You okay?

The boy tried to work up a weak smile, "Yeah, thanks... oh god." His face screwed up in pain and he dropped his head again to hide the tears forming in the corner of his eyes, and hugging his stomach tight. God, what a mess. Why did this always happen?

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tag; Aoi Park
word count;740
notes; I'm so mean to Mel -_-
clothing;here~

[Aoi Park]

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Aoi watched the group ran away with their tails between their legs like a little set of frightened puppies. Honestly it made him sick, they could act all big and strong with someone smaller then themselves but when someone else came along, oh god run away! Golden eye’s traveled to the boy in pain and he frowned a bit, crouching down he moved and grabbed what he believed to be the boy’s bag and he put it over his own shoulders, slowly his arms reached out and pulled the boy close to his own frame, picking him up like a bride. “Take easy breaths, okay? Relax.” He cooed gently and pressed his lips into the boy’s hair for comfort. Well here he was looking for someone and he found someone in need of help. Fun.

The nurses office was at the other end of the school, and Aoi couldn’t be assed to walk the boy that far. Slowly he made his way to his room and kicked the door open, making is way to his half of the room and setting the boy on his bed, he pulled the covers over him and gently stroked his blond hair, before moving to shut the door, he was glad his roommates weren’t around. They would question him like crazy if they saw him bringing a boy half his size back. The boy seemed to be out of it from the pain, and he didn’t blame him really he would have been too, slowly Aoi lied on the bed beside him and yawned a bit, propping himself up with his arm he watched him slowly breath in and out, sighing softly the male sat up and pressed his back against the wall. Lord, what did he get himself into.

Aoi ran his fingers through his hair and moved his gaze away from the boy, what were they going to do now? Well Aoi guessed all he could do was to just sit and wait for the male to wake up, not that he minded or anything, the Chinese boy liked the quiet. He slowly began to hum to himself and then sing softly in Chinse, he was that bored and tired. “Cong lai bu xiang xin wo de shi jie ke yi you duo wan mei.” He muttered softly to himself before titling his head back and closing his eyes for a moment, that song always made him sad when he thought about the meaning behind the lyircs.

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outfit;; Outfit
tags;;meeeel
notes;;His bed and stuff around his bed look like this <3, Also he said “I never believed my world could be so perfect” xD I can give you the song if you want?
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[Mel Kucharski]

••••

If there was nothing else to be said, it was that his attacker was pretty accurate in deciding where to hit him. The weakness in the center of the body, the largest center for autonomic nerves in the abdomen. A good hit, such as the shovel hook the boy had given him can not only cause intense pain but also cause the muscles to spasm and tighten, making breathing difficult.

That was what was happening now, Mel simply couldn't force himself to relax, every breath began harder to take in. He felt light headed and close to blacking out, it hurt so badly, he squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, trying with everything he had not to make a sound. He hated himself for being so weak, and he probably looked like a mess now too. What kind of kid goes down after only one punch? His shallow breaths turned into gasps, a single tear dripped onto the floor. The room rung with total silence.

He felt himself being hoisted up. He opened his eyes as he felt the sensation of something soft on his head. The tall boy, the one who rescued him, was holding him. "Take easy breaths, okay? Relax.."

"Yeah.." Mel managed, "I'm fine." his vision faded out and back in, making him dizzy. He still couldn't force himself to relax, there just wasn't enough air. He felt a rush of cool air blow back the hair from his face as the door to the lounge opened and they stepped into the hallway and eventually out into the open air. They were still walking, Mel could perceive that much. Mel tried to suppress the urge to make a pained sound, even though no one but the young man was around to hear it. Failing he heaved a hiccup-y sort of sob, but not another one after it.

Another rush of air, this time warm, informed him that they were now in another building. Soon he felt his back touch a something soft and covers pulled over him. He tried to look up at the boys face, but just couldn't hold himself together. He heard a bit of humming, then a soft string of words in a melodic and unique. It must've been his rescuer, it had to be, he would have like to have listened to some of it. But he just couldn't. He passed out.

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tag; Aoi Park
word count;417
notes; wow, this brings up bad memories..
clothing;here~

[Aoi Park]

xx

Now Aoi was in a pickle, here he was with a passed out boy in his bed and nothing to do. He watched the boy for a while, slowly gaining his breath back and he nodded in approval, good he was breathing right again, that was the first step that needed to be taken on the road to recovery. Aoi didn’t know what to do, really he was so completely bored while he waited for the male to wake up again, growling softly to himself he moved and got a book from his shelf and opened it to read, it was all in Chinese character but for some reason it helped pass the time away, only about an hour later did Aoi realize he was in for a super long day. His eyes drifted to the male and he bit his lower lip and slipped off the bed gently, making his way out of the room. Well when the boy woke up he was sure he would be hungry, so Aoi would make him something to eat.

Oddly enough, even though Aoi didn’t eat, he still was a good cook or so said his little brother, so he went into the kitchen and made the male some noodles, the only way he knew how to make them Chinese noodles, he slowly made his way back up into the bedroom, it had been around three hours since he had brought the male upstairs to rest and by now he was sure the other could wake up and eat something, slowly he made his way back into the room and chuckled softly, yeah he was still there asleep. Grumbling softly, he set the bowl of noodles down and also a bottle of water and moved to sit beside the male, shaking him lightly.

“Kid, wake up. I brought you something to eat.” He said softly and blushed a bit, with his Chinese accent he could barely understand himself but he shook it off, slowly he moved and ran his fingers through the boy’s hair and used his other hand to give him the smallest of shakes, alright he needed to get up before Aoi went into a total panic attack, screaming that he was dead and everything. If he did that it wouldn’t have been pretty on his part really, the Chinese boy just sighed and continued to stroke the boy’s hair gently, it was soft and smelled rather good. Huh, interesting.

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notes;;D;[/size]

[Mel Kucharski]

••••

Mel had a nice peaceful sleep, blissfully dreamless and untroubled as his body relaxed. Steadily he became aware or something on his shoulder, gently but firmly shaking him back and forth. Mel's face twitched, his mouth pulling downwards into a frown. He wasn't too keen on being woken up. “Kid, wake up. I brought you something to eat.” Mel couldn't quite place the voice.

He felt a hand on his head, slowly moving back and forth across scalp. It was for that reason he thought of his mother, as that was how she usually woke him up in the morning. Mel shifted and pressed his head into the touch affectionately making a high pitched sort of purring noise. It was a little known fact, but Mel liked being pet. It was what his mother used to do when he was a child. He changed position a bit until his head touched what was most likely to be a knee, hoping to get closer.

His eyes flickered open, it was blurry for a few moments and then everything came into focus. He first saw a white top cover with different colored circles on it. He found it peculiar, he didn't remember falling asleep in a bed like this. Actually, he didn't recognize anything about the room. It was big, so it had to be a dorm, but who's dorm? It smelled good too, it smelled like food. He felt a slight ache from the center of his body and remembered that he had been punched and had probably passed out, but it shouldn't still be hurting. With a jolt he remembered. He slowly turned his head until he found himself starting straight up at the boy. He started realizing he was practically in the guy's lap, sitting up fast he scrambled backwards, "Ohmygod!"
The bed seemed to disappear out from under him and he toppled to the floor backwards, landing on his head. Fortunately there was a white rug to break his fall. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head with one hand while searching for a place to steady himself with the other, "Owowow!'

His hand connected with a a smooth wooden end table. Grabbing a corner, he pushed himself up and looked around the room, wincing and rubbing the back of his head. It looked like an ordinary boy's dorm room, but a while lot more stylish than his. His eyes finally came to rest on the tall boy, his face instantly turned red and he looked down. How humiliating.

he felt another tweak from his stomach, taking the hem of it, he lifted his green shirt a bit and studied his stomach. It wasn't a huge bruise, but it wasn't exactly tiny either. He made a face and poked it, "Aw, jeeze...those idiots" he tugged his shirt back down at looked at the boy again. He couldn't help but but redden a bit as he spoke. "Ah.. hi. Uhm.. do you know how I got here?"
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tag; Aoi Park
word count;528
notes; yes, i would like to know where to find that song ^^
clothing;here~

[Aoi Park]

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Now that was interesting. As soon as the boy opened his eyes he fell from his bed, really? Was the boy that unlucky and prone to injury? Sighing softly, Aoi ran a hand through his hair and shifted a bit on the bed, getting up from up and slowly he pulled the boy into his arms, sweeping him off his feet and setting him back down on the bed, once more did Aoi cover his legs up, but this time he gave the boy a stern look. “Stay in this bed, got it?” He wouldn’t keep him there forever, just until he himself was sure the boy was going to be okay, it was kind of like a clearance for Aoi.

“If they ever bother you again, if anyone bothers you again come find me okay?” He said softly and propped the male up with some pillows before moving over to the tray of hot noodle soup and water and a little bowl of fruit. He smiled gently at the boy and set in in front of him, Aoi sat beside him and gave him a look, the boy was starting to turn into a interesting day for Aoi. Shifting once more he moved off the bed and went through his clothing, trying to find something for the boy to wear. “After you eat, you should take a shower, it will make you feel better.”

Aoi was a little beside himself, normally he didn’t even bother to get involved with other people’s problems since he thought his own were more then he could handle, but really he hated bullies. They were just cruel and evil and he wished he could rip a part every single one of them. Okay, maybe Aoi had some anger issues to work out. He pulled out a smaller white T-shirt and some black sweat pants he normally used for sleeping in, but today they could be used for his new boy. A small hum passed his lips as he folded them nice and neat and set them on his dresser, he moved over and eye’d the boy and gave a small snort. “It’s vegetable noodle soup, it has normal noodles made from flour, and corn, peas and carrots in it. The broth is soy sauce based.” He said softly and scatched his cheek a bit, some people at this school didn’t like meat, since their shifts were meat, so they wouldn’t eat it.

“Oh, my name is Aoi.” He said softly, and smiled at him. That’s right he didn’t tell him his name yet.

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[Mel Kucharski]

••••

Mel took a step back as the boy rose. He wanted to run, but stood frozen. He was in no shape to fight off or try and run from such a person, he had seen that he had done to that other boy. That crack was probably the bully's shoulder getting displaced, and that only took one try from him. There was no doubt he was strong, frightfully strong probably. It made him wonder what his shift was. He issued a tiny squeak as the young man picked him up, just as easily as a child would pick up a toy. He was surprised when he was put back on the bed.

“Stay in this bed, got it?” the person said in an tone of voice that was instructing yet at the same time concerned.

Mel managed a small nod. It felt really weird for him to be in another person's bed, especially another guy's. It felt like he was infringing upon their personal space. As a hamster shift, Mel needed to keep his space his own, so it always took him by surprise when others would share their space. He shifted a bit and looked down at his hands which he rested on his stomach, studying the lines and movement of muscle underneath the skin as he moved each finger in turn.

“If they ever bother you again, if anyone bothers you again come find me okay?” the young man said from right nearby.

Mel turned his head to look at him, blinking a few times. Was he serious? He opened his mouth to question but then noticed what the person was holding. He sat up just in time as the tray was placed in front of him. There was a small bowl of fresh fruit and a steaming cup of what he thought were noodles. He shifted to a kneeling position and anchored his hands before moving to lean over the food. They were indeed noodles. The boy was now rummaging through a closet, “After you eat, you should take a shower, it will make you feel better.”

Mel's mouth hung open a bit in surprise."This is for me?" It was a stupid question of course, who else could they have been for? He was just dumbfounded at how kind this stranger was being. He turned, folded some clothing, looked him over then rattled off the ingredients.

Mel looked down at it again,"Oh.." He felt heat rise in his face. He had just embarrassed himself twice within not even three minutes. Not to mention that he had to be saved by this person. He was ashamed by his apparent uselessness, and this guy probably thought he was stupid or something. He took the cup of noodles and a spoon trying to figure out how to he should eat them.
“Oh, my name is Aoi.” the person said.

Mel looked up and managed a smile, "I'm Mel." he looked down at the noodles and frowned. There was one question that was really bothering him. "Hey.. Aoi? Why did you do that for me?" he felt pressure behind his eyes with the urge to cry, but blinked rapidly to prevent it. He looked away and said softly,"Why are you being so nice to me?"
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tag; Aoi Park
word count;575
notes; Awesome! I like it!
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[Aoi Park]

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He could tell the boy wasn’t use to such attention, it was clearly written all over his face. Aoi chuckled softly, he was glad in a way he could put such a look on the boy’s face. Though he had never gotten the look himself, giving it was just as good right? Aoi sighed softly and moved to give the male a fork instead of a spoon, silly move on his part really. “Sorry about that.” He said with a tiny smile and tossed the spoon away, thankfully it wasn’t metal. The Chinese boy sighed softly and sat beside the bed again, smiling a little at him. Honestly he was glad to have been able to help out, he just hoped the boy was glad too.

“Mel? That’s cute.” The boy pursed his lips a bit and thought for a moment, before looking back at the boy. He wasn’t eating, Aoi didn’t like that. Which was completely ironic because Aoi was anorexic himself and barely ate, also he hated to see people not eat. Aoi was not fully there in the head with his marbles. “It won’t bite, I promise.” Aoi gently patted the male’s leg and then looked away from him when the new question came up. Why indeed. He could have just walked away from the male, but he didn’t. Biting his lip ring, Aoi gave another sigh, something he had been doing a lot today and shrugged a bit. There were millions of answers he could have given out, he just needed to find the right one was all.

“I hate cowards, bullies are cowards. Just because you’re gay, they think you’re an easy target. Well I’m gay and I broke the boy’s shoulder, then again I’ve been training Kung-Fu and other fighting styles since I was little. I did it because it was stupid. They were stupid. People like that shouldn’t even be wasted on, they should just drop off the earth.” He grumbled bitterly and then snorted a bit. “Sorry, I’m not a fan of people. Not everyone is horrible though, you’re not. You’re alright. Clumsy though.” Aoi teased and then gave him a stern look, his golden eyes moved to the food and then he pouted. “Made it for you myself, sorry if I’m pushy.” He blushed a bit.

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notes;;Good xD I love that song[/size]

[Mel Kucharski]

••••

He hated cowards? Sort of an ironic statement, Mel was a bit cowardly himself. His logic was a bit fuzzy, Mel found himself struggling a little to keep up with it. Coupled with his accent, he was somewhat difficult to understand. What was that accent anyway? It sounded eastern, but then again, Mel was no Dialectologist. Not even a linguist. He would've liked to know though considering his major was in anthropology. He held his tongue and let Aoi speak. The person seemed really passionate about it, Mel didn't want to interrupt and get another disapproving look. He simply reached down to grab his satchel which was lying close to the bed. He picked it up and rummaged through it for his hair clips.

Despite the difficulty he had in following Aoi, he understood perfectly what he said about being gay. Mel's eyes went wide and he dropped his bag, his heart starting from slow to fast. He shut his mouth and stayed frozen waiting for Aoi to finish talking. He relaxed and sat forward a bit, nervously touching the tines of the fork the boy had given him. Biting his lower lip, his eyebrows knit together in an expression concern. He didn't really think his question over before he said it, "How did you know that?"

He only realized the stupidity of it after he asked. He turned a shade of pink again. He didn't really make a secret of it. But the truth of the matter was, he didn't think of himself so much as gay as he did a girl. He looked at the pink cupcake clips in his hand and suddenly felt very stupid. "nevermind.." he muttered. He pinned the hair on both sides back just above the ear and looked at the rainbow studded ring on his finger. His father saw it coming, and he hated it. He made it his mission to try and make his youngest son into a man. A proper polish man; just like Friderick, or Jarick, or Marceli. He was always so disappointed in his boy. Although he was a fair soccer player he could never play sports like football, or basketball. Mel wanted desperately to please him, which is why whenever someone commented on his sexual orientation he always felt to need to hide it.

It was interesting to know that Aoi wasn't straight either, but it made it a little more awkward for the polish boy. Not only was he in another guy's bed, it was a gay guy's bed too. It made him redden a bit. But what made it engaging for Mel was that Aoi was so tough. He was strong and could defend himself and others, that immediately upped his attractiveness. The hamster shift hadn't really taken the time to actually look over his features and run a little self-analysis of them, but made a mental note to do that.

First things first. His stomach made a loud noise to remind him of it. He was grateful that Aoi had made something vegetarian, Mel wasn't partial to meats, but they were part of a healthy diet. He poked at the noodles with his fork and twisted it until some wound around the it. He placed his hand underneath just in case it dripped then popped it into his mouth. Chewing slowly he studied the mild taste, distinctly asian with a soy sauce broth. Swallowing he smiled up at the older boy, "Wow, it's really good! Thank you."

He ate another mouthful, looking genuinely happy. It was really good. After finishing it his concerned look returned. He had a strange habit of bringing up things a bit after a person had said it,"Actually, you're wrong about one thing." he said, slowly setting down the fork, "That guy beat me up because he thought I was a girl." He laughed, a with a little hint of sadness, "It happened because he was flirting with me but didn't realize that I was..well." He picked up his fork and twisted it, giving a small smile. "I guess it's kinda weird for it to be like that. Thanks for the noodles..."

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tag; Aoi Park
word count;730
notes; nooone <3
clothing;here~

[Aoi Park]

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Alright, there was a 99% chance the boy did not understand him in anyway. He ran himself in circles when he spoke, his Chinese accent was so thick that most people would give up trying to comprehend what he was saying. It seemed the boy wanted to interject him often, but he didn’t. Sweet of him. After he was finished speaking, Aoi noticed he was digging through his bag for… clips? Aw how cute. Mel did seem like the type too wear cute things, but that was just what Aoi thought. He wasn’t sure of it was true, but that’s what he believed. The Chinese boy was startled when Mel dropped his bag and gave him a mortified look, what did he do? Did he say something? When the boy spoke, it clicked with Aoi and he smiled gently. “I heard him call you a faggot, and you didn’t correct him or anything.” He stated simply and moved to gently pat the boy’s leg.

A loud growl from his stomach came forth when he watched the boy eat, he was cute. The way he ate was like a little hamster or something. Down right adorable. “I’m not going to molest you, or something okay?” The boy’s face reddened oddly and Aoi figured it was because he realized they were both boys… boy liked boys in the same bed together. If he was in Mel’s shoes his face would have been blood red, so he didn’t blame him. Aoi’s stomach growled again as he thought and he grumbled something in Chinese in an annoyed fashion. Well he was glad the boy liked it, Aoi use to like it too when he use to eat. That was a while ago though, so his stupid stomach should stop making sounds. “I’m glad you liked it, it’s a simple Chinese dish. Not hard to make.” He shrugged.

Aoi blinked when the boy began to speak again. Really? The guy thought he was a girl so that caused all this? Aoi sixed Mel up, yeah he could see that happening. Mel had pretty blonde hair, a small frame and a voice that could be mistaken for a girl. Aw, damn it. Here Aoi thought he was the most girlish boy in school. With a small pout Aoi poked Mel’s nose. “Aw, no fair! I’m suppose to confused all the boy’s not you.” He teased and chuckled softly. He didn’t find that weird at all since Aoi had a tendency to wear girl’s clothes also. “Well, like I said before, if anyone bother’s you. I’ll come and hunt them down, okay? I dress up like a girl all the time, since I have amazing legs.” That was the one thing Aoi did like about himself. His legs were always perfect. Chuckling softly he looked at the boy and pursed his lips. “So, Mel what’s your shift? You’re adorable so you must be something small and cute right? A bunny?” Aoi asked.

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[Mel Kucharski]

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Mel smiled and touched his hair a bit self-consciously"I don't care what people call me.." he picked up his fork again."There's alot worse thing that people can do to you, I guess. Well, alot worse things that I know of."

He tried not to turn too beat red at Aoi's comment about molesting him. he wasn't really afraid of that, but to hear him say it out loud was severely embarrassing. He opened his mouth to say something but didn't. Filling it instead with a forkful of noodles. He heard a loud growl from Aoi's own stomach and immediately felt guilty. This poor guy had been so busy taking care of him that he probably hadn't even had time to take care of himself.

Mel giggled a bit at the older boy's comment about being effeminate and having amazing legs and rubbed his nose in mock indignity. Mel finally took the time to look him over He definitely liked what he saw. Aoi looked unmistakably asian. He was tall and slender, yet had power lurking just beneath the surface. His face was well shaped and had a smooth, clear complexion. His eyes were beautiful sort of honey-gold color. His eyebrows were light and practically non-existent. His hair was fantastic though. It was black and a bit messy yet he pulled it off very nicely. Mel noticed he was wearing eyeshadow that went from blue to purple along the eyelids. It was a pretty color and really made that feature pop. Mel had never worn any sort of makeup himself but had always wanted to try it. Perhaps he'd ask Aoi about it later. Consensus? There was much more to him than his legs that were "amazing".

He couldn't help but giggle and modestly lowered his head to hide his smile when the boy said he was adorable. He got compliments like that fairly often but never got used to them. They were always flattering and always made him blush. Mel blushed alot, sometimes for almost no reason at all. "Close. I'm a hamster. A Syrian hamster."

He scooted a little closer to the boy. He was curious as to what Aoi's shift was. He normally didn't ask about things like that, but it looked like this time he needed to. Aoi was strong yet elegant and overall lovely. It reminded him of a cat... kind of. He probably was one but Mel decided it would be safe to ask him anyway. "So... what about you?"

He looked to the cup of noodles in his hands and then held it out to Aoi. "And you should have some of this. It's really good. Plus you must be hungry."

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tag; Aoi Park
word count;481
notes; ^_^ he's cute
clothing;here~

[Aoi Park]

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Aoi nodded slowly and smiled at the boy, good for him not letting people’s words get to him. Though he wondered if it was true, words never went away, they stuck to you like glue, even though that totally went against an old saying. Something about words sticking to you, he didn’t know really. “Well, don’t be completely numb from words, because if someone tells you they love you, you might not feel anything at all.” He said softly and gave the male a tiny smile, moving his gaze back to the floor. He wished he could be so care free like that, not giving a damn about what someone says, but that wasn’t him sadly. He took things to heart, which hurt him in the long run.

“You blush a lot.” He said softly and smiled at the boy, he thought it was cute. He was the same way really, when people said the right words to Aoi he could have been turned into a blushing fool really. He looked over at the boy who seemed to be looking back at him endearingly, maybe he was just sizing him up? Seeing what he liked and didn’t like about his body, maybe he thought he was to fat? Aoi’s heart sank a little bit at the thought of that, really? Was that even possible? He shook his head lightly and wrapped his arms around his own body in some sort of defense against the world, oddly enough it wouldn’t work.

“A hamster, huh?” He said and chuckled at the boy. Yeah he was close, hamsters were little and cute and just huggable, just like Mel was. Aoi pursed his lips and ran his fingers through his own long brown hair, mulling over the question as if it needed to be mulled over. “I’m a tiger, a Maltese tiger. Meaning instead of my fur being orange, black and white, it’s black, white and a blue/grey color.” He smiled a bit at him and patted his leg. Well he had to explain what Maltese was, unless the male already knew, then that was different.

“No, I don’t eat. I have anorexia.” He said simply and sighed softly. Aoi lied back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, well there it went. He just told the boy he was anorexic. One of the most personal things in his world, he just told. Now he was waiting for something. Fireworks? A long lecture? Maybe the boy would just brush it off like it didn’t even matter? He waited.

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[Mel Kucharski]

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Mel noticed Aoi sort of close up when he looked at him. Was he just a bit nervous? Some people did that if they felt like you were looking to closely at them. But Mel was just trying to get an idea of how Aoi looked, and he couldn't do that without studying him. It was a bit awkward and it sort of made people nervous.

"“I’m a tiger, a Maltese tiger. Meaning instead of my fur being orange, black and white, it’s black, white and a blue/grey color.” Mel's head tilted a bit. So he was close. Aoi was a cat, a tiger. It was a bit confusing, most of the tiger shifts were hot blooded types, but Aoi was mellow and kind. Perhaps he was just acting different around Mel? If so it was incredibly flattering. The shift made sense overall though, Aoi was tough. That much was for sure. He was also really different from anyone he'd ever met so it made sense he was a different kind of tiger... sort of.

Mel wouldn't have really cared if Aoi had turned down his offer to share the food, but then he went and hit him with that little chestnut. Anorexic? It was silent, the only sound being a soft ticking from a clock somewhere. Aoi probably didn't realize it, but telling Mel such a thing cut him deeply. The boy loved people and had a soft heart for people in need; women, children, sick, homeless, elderly, friendless, hapless, and helpless. Not to say that Aoi was "in need" of anything, but to know such a thing shook the boy to his core. There was a reason he wanted to work for the UN, he wanted to help the world. Give villages water, deliver vaccinations and medicine to isolated and suffering villages, rescue people from squalor, poverty, and fear, and to provide food so that children would never have to go to bed crying because their stomachs hurt so bad from not eating.

What could cause Aoi to do that? Mel looked over him again, only now noticing that he wasn't just "thin" he was really,really skinny. Not sickly or emaciated, but it definitely wouldn't be difficult to do that if that was what Aoi intended. Mel's face grew sad, why would anyone destroy themselves like that? What had the world done to them to make them fell like that was the only way to be beautiful?

Mel didn't know what do, so he did the first thing that came to mind. Setting the noodles on the end table, he went down on one elbow and wrapped his arms around Aoi's waist, burying his face into the older boy's shirt. He just stayed there for a few seconds, just thinking about what he should say. His brother' words came to mind again and again. But Mel decided not to say it, settling instead with,"You said that like it's a disease...why?"
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[Aoi Park]

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The way the boy stared at him, Aoi knew he wasn’t too happy to hear about him being anorexic. He sighed softly and ran a hand through his hair, watching as the boy gently moved to hug his waist. Damn it, it was so bloody cute. Aoi’s heart began to pound a bit faster when the boy pressed his face into his stomach and nuzzled him, he wasn’t use to that. Normally he was he who was nuzzling and hugging someone, normally he was the girl in the situation, but now he had the be the man. This should be awkward at all. Chuckling softly he ran his fingers through the boy’s blonde hair and gently tugged him into his lap, his hand gently rested on the male’s chest where he was punched and he tilted his head. “I take it you’re feeling better? No more pain? I still think you should get in the shower…” He interjected before sighing softly.

It was a disease, or so said the doctors. It was curable over time, with help and support but he could fight it they said. Thing was, did he want too? He thought himself ugly and disgusting, something that no one should ever view unless you were in a circus, but could he tell the boy that? To answer his question? “It is a disease, so say the doctors. They don’t understand though… They think I’m something that can be fixed with a few bites of a sandwich, but they don’t see the horrible fat monster when I look into a mirror.” He hissed softly and shook his head, slowly he moved the boy so his head tucked nicely under Aoi’s neck. Mel was like a little teddy bear, so soft and warm, filled with hope and gentleness.

Aoi then chuckled a bit and began to rub the boy’s back, he was a touchy person sometimes but if Mel didn’t like it then he could push Aoi away, he wouldn’t mind. Slowly he pressed his lips to the male’s hair as he thought, the boy smelt good. Fruit and girly, with a hint of flowers in the mix, lavender? Maybe but it was a very pretty smell to match a pretty face. Slowly he cupped the boy’s cheek and ran his thumb across it, giving him a look. “Would you still like to take a shower? Or sit here in my arms?”

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