I can speak french too? [/closed]

[Choi Park]

xx

It has been a few days since he came to Shifter Academy, the hurricane wasn’t as bad anymore, but it was still raining like crazy outside, the wind sometimes picked up to chilling proportions but it had gotten better, or so said his older brother Aoi. Choi didn’t mind storms like his brother, but even though he was constantly telling Aoi ‘I’m fine, I feel safe etc’, Aoi would come back with something to reassure him. That was just Aoi, always looking out for you even when you didn’t want it, but you would miss it when it was gone. Choi sighed softly and fixed his bed up nice and neat, his side of the room was awesome, he had to admit that right away, Aoi did a great job with helping him get thins for his room, he even got him a computer! He tried to protest against it, but you didn’t argue with Aoi, he always won the battle of words.

Slowly Choi went downstairs into the halls, he wanted to find the kitchen and make himself and his brother something to eat, now that Choi was there, and Aoi seemed to be growing more of a pallet for food again, he wanted to make sure his brother was eating right and not nasty fast food or something. He’d text Aoi later when he was done cooking so the older male could come down and eat with him. Choi was happy honestly, the school was nice so far and everyone in it, even his room-mates were nice! Mel was turning out to be his best friend really, the talked all the time and Mel was even their helping Aoi set up his side of the room! It was nice, so of course Choi had a spring in his step was he walked, but soon his feet stopped when he heard someone call out too him. “Hey, aren’t you Aoi Park’s little brother?” This older group of boy’s asked, they slowly came near. In a way Choi wanted to be a bit of a smart ass and go ‘oh what made you figure that out?’ but he didn’t; Choi didn’t know these boys.

Choi turned around and watched them and a small smile graced his lips when he nodded. “Um, yeah he’s my older brother, why?” He asked and blinked a bit. For some reason, these boy’s didn’t look like Aoi’s type of people. Did Aoi even have a type? That was something to ask the older male later. One boy, who had short brown hair suddenly slammed Choi into the wall and began yelling about how Aoi had broken his shoulder. Yup, that was his brother alright. Aoi always faught when he thought violence was needed, Choi was different, he hated fighting and thought it was stupid. “I wonder what you did to set him off, you jerk. Now get off me!” He barked back. Normally a shy person, it was rare for Choi to speak to people like that, he only did when it had to do with someone he knew and loved, in this case Aoi. Well the boy seemed to have noticed because he punched Choi in the face. Choi would have to talk to Aoi about him making people angry.

word count;;559
outfit;;here!
tags;;remmmmiiiii
notes;;Choi only speaks in white text btw love <3

[Remi Lucien Fitzroy]

The wind screamed against the walls of the building and raindrops continuously pelted roof of the school. Any animal would have been uneasy in such weather - it was pure instinct to cringe at clashes of thunder and strikes of lightening, to seek shelter from the storm. But Remi Fitzroy wasn’t like most animals. While it was very true that he was made uneasy by the fact that a hurricane was unleashing it’s rage upon the island, he couldn’t help but be fascinated by it. Perhaps it had to do with his curious nature. Or perhaps he was just foolish. But he wanted to experience the hurricane, for all that it was worth. He wanted to feel the rain against his skin and he wanted to dive into the treacherous wind; but most of all, he wanted to feel alive.

Maybe that was why he had found himself standing outside, stingingly cold drops piercing his skin and drenching his thick, golden brown tresses. It was so beautiful: like a symphony of elements. The wind warped itself around his small body and caressed his skin unpleasantly while thunder sounded in a brilliant chorus over his head. Lightening sparked and danced among the clouds. The trees almost seemed to be swaying along, their trunks bending and their leaves rustling. Had Remi been one for dancing, he would have joined them. But the truth was that he could hardly stand being out there. It was unbearably cold. And he was so wet that his clothes were heavy and thick - like loose, soaking elephants skin. As beautiful as it was, he wasn’t built to withstand such kinds of weather. Not to mention, he was getting kinda’ hungry.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he finally stepped back into the building. And he didn’t particularly care. There was nowhere to be today, no classes for him to worry about, so time was trivial. All that really mattered to Remi, who stood in the hallway, so chilled that he was trembling, were two things: getting out of his clothes and silencing the grumbling in his stomach. He headed toward the kitchen, visions of steak and pork floating around in his mind as his wet boots squelched against the linoleum floor. His stomach growled loudly along the way. “Huuuush…” He muttered softly,“I know you’re hungry, no need to get all mouthy about -”He fell short and frowned. It appeared his meal was going to have to wait a little longer.

There, in the middle of the hallway, was a crowd of boys. They looked a bit older, and a bit rough. Each one of them was jeering and laughing obnoxiously, and quite honestly, it was pissing Remi off. It was just plan rude to take up an entire hallway like that. Usually, he might have been a bit more patient with them, but at the moment he was incredibly hungry, soaking wet, and very, very annoyed. It was just unfortunate that these boys had stepped on the wrong toes at the exact wrong time. "Hey!" He snapped, a hand snagging one of the shoulders of the boys and pulling it back to try to knock him out of the way. “Don’t you Neanderthals have any class? That’s no way to behave!” The boy didn’t even really react and he wouldn’t budge. Remi’s eyes narrowed. That was the last straw.

Remi shoved the boy out of the way, hard, and proceeded to force his way through. His eyes glistened threatening as he moved, as if to dare the others to stop him. Just try, they seemed to say, I dare you. Just try to stop me. But… that was before his own gaze fell upon one boy in particular. He was familiar in an odd way - the way his dark hair brushed over those round, dark eyes… the way his large, soft lips pouted naturally… Remi felt like he had seen him before, but… he just couldn’t put his finger on it. He had frozen to the spot, deep in thought. Could it be… that they knew each other? There wasn’t much time to ponder that notion, however, because one of the boys landed a hard, painful looking punch to the familiar looking kid’s face.

And then, something in Remi snapped. He snarled and grabbed the bully’s arm, twisting it behind his back as quickly as he could. A terrible, twisted smirk pulled at his lips and he pressed himself close to the bully, purring. “You and your little lackeys are in my way. See, I was on my way to the kitchen, and I thought I’d grab a little something to eat, but here I find you causing problems and beating people up. Well I’ve got news for you, kid: I’m in a bad mood and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll scram.” In that moment, he truly looked like the beast that he really was.



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tags: Kai Su~
word count: 849
note: @x@ FINALLY

[Choi Park]

xx

Now every single time they got a punch in Choi could only gasp in pain. He wouldn’t fight back, that just wasn’t him. Aoi told him that not fighting back was about the strongest thing a person could do, that it didn’t make them seem weak, but stronger. They had the inner strengh to just flip someone off and walk away after being beaten and bloodied. Some times people mistook that for weakness, a cowards way out, but if Aoi thought he would be a stronger person like that then Choi would let himself get beaten up. Then suddenly he was pushed to the ground after a few rounds of punching, what did they want to kick at him too? Stupid jerks, kick a person when they’re down. Honestly they wouldn’t be alive if Aoi had seen this, that was one of his pet peeves. Choi curled into a tight ball, his last form of protection against the bullies, but nothing happened. What the hell? Choi’s jade green eye’s looked up and he saw a man in front of him. Aoi? No, not his older brother, his man did not have a Chinese accent like his older brother when he spoke, he had a French one. French? But… this man looked completely Asian to him. Well this didn’t make sense at all, was he an Asian boy with a French accent? Must have been since Choi got one good look at his face and confirmed that he was indeed Asian.

Watching him for a moment, he frowned a bit. He knew this man! He knew he did, but from where? God his memory (which was normally wonderful since Aoi would often tell him things to remember as children and to his day Choi still remembered them), was completely off. It was like a giant soup pot his grandmother would make for dinner, filled with random stuff that didn’t really need to be in their, but made the soup all that better. Suddenly like a rubber band it hit him, smacking him in the face that made the punch he received early seem like a little flick from a baby. Remi. The older male’s name was Remi and he was one of his brother’s best friends. His good friend too since they got along well and it was almost like Remi was his other older brother taken from birth. Choi nearly jumped up when he saw the deadly expression on the older male’s face and whined a bit, wrapping his arms around him from behind and gave him a hard tug. He and his older brother often went to France for the summer when they were kids, and one day they met Remi when Aoi was trying to buy something and the evil store owner didn’t understand his accent at all, but Remi did. Weird right? More like fate it seemed. Since then Aoi and Choi learned some French so they could talk to Remi a little bit more, but it had been years since Choi tried speaking French, he didn’t have a reason too. Crap, what were the words for stop?

“Rémi, l'arrêter! Arrêtez s'il vous plaît, Remi!” Was he right? Well he seemed to be right when he told the male to stop, or begged him to stop at least. The older male let the boy go hit him go, and they ran off back to their dorms most likely, sighing contently Choi shifted a bit and pulled away from Remi, he rubbed his cheek a little bit that was getting red and purple from the punch and then he looked back at the older male. “Remi, is it really you? It’s me, Choi remember?” Choi had a different name then most people, so if the other had met another Choi before it might have made things a bit sticky. Choi just hoped Remi remembered him, if not well, then that would be awful really. Hey, wait a second. Remi was had the shifting academy! That meant he was a shifter too! This really got Choi excited, now he knew why they had gotten along so well. He wondered what the male’s shift was.

word count;;715
outfit;;here!
tags;;remmmmiiiii
notes;;Had, to ask a friend how to say that in French @x@; Hope it‘s right, also Choi‘s eye‘s are jade green while Aoi‘s are like amber gold <3

[Remi Lucien Fitzroy]

Rage flashed through Remi’s entire body and he held the bully captive. His grip was unmercifully tight and unforgiving on the boy’s wrist - and thought Remi wasn’t really all that strong, he was able to keep him in his hold. He knew this was unreasonable. He knew that there was no reason for him to going around playing the hero role: and it certainly wasn’t like him. Usually he would ignore weaklings. After all, the weak were useless, weren’t they? Survival of the fittest was the law of this cruel, cruel world. And there was only room for the strongest of animals. Right? So then… Why was he here, ready to shift into his lion form and maul this boy, all over the trembling kid on the ground? It was only too bad that he couldn’t think of an answer - because that made him even more angry. So angry that he wanted to taste the bully’s blood on his lips.

But lucky for that bully, something stopped him. A pair of gentle, small arms wrapping around him from behind as a familiar scent engulfed him entirely. What was that…? Something like… the mix of ginseng honey and… bamboo? He froze and his grip on the boy’s arm relaxed as a frantic voice fluttered over his shoulder. “Remi, l’arreter! Arretez s’il vous plait, Remi!” French. French? His name? How did…? How did someone here know his name? How could they have know he spoke French? Surely there were no shifters that could read minds?! Because of his shock, Remi let the boy go - as if he’d been burnt. Immediately, the kid went running down the hall, his little lackeys flocking after him.

Well, that was just great.

Now here he was, pissed as all get out, with no one to hit.

No one except for the boy that was slowly letting go of him. Remi turned around, his hair still dripping wet and his body feeling numb to the heat provided by the building. For the first time, he got a really good look at the kid: dark hair, dark eyes, pouty lips, porcelain skin… It was like staring into a face you had dreamed of over and over, seeing it in reality and not really remembering what had happened in the dream. Remi just knew that he had seen this kid somewhere before. But he didn’t know where. He didn’t know how. It was the most annoying, terrible sensation he’d had in a long while. So frustrating.

“Remi, is it really you?” There it was again! That kid knew his name - knew him! But how the hell did he know him? “It’s me… Choi. Remember?” That name… Remi’s jaw dropped and he stared at this boy - Choi - long and hard. Finally, it all clicked into place. His eyes lit up. The bakery in Paris… the talks in the street café… the rides on his moped and the summers spent teaching each other their native languages. Finally, beneath that mask of bruised skin and flustered flesh, Remi could see the truth: before he stood one of his very best childhood friends, Choi Park - second only to his older brother, Aoi Park.

Remi just couldn’t believe it. He was so happy, so elated, and so confused all at once. It had been two years since they had seen each other. Two long years. And the years had been kind to Choi’s looks - he had aged quite nicely. He was attractive, even under all those bruises. But Remi didn’t have time to even really think about all of that. Because in an instant, his arms were thrown around Choi and pulling him into the tightness, the warmth of an embrace. Despite the dampness of his clothes, despite the fact that he would drench Choi completely, he held him. He held him tightly and grinned to himself. "Choi… Choi… I can’t believe it…” He said through a thick accent,“I just can’t believe it… I’ve missed you… I’ve missed you so much… My friend, my brother… Je t’aime. Je t’aime.” He couldn’t even manage to allow himself to be angry at the bullies anymore. Not now. Not now that he had a member of his family back. He wasn’t alone anymore. And that was all that mattered.

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tags: Kai Su~
word count: 748
note: @x@ FINALLY - AGAIN. This time, the beginning is crappy, but the ending is kinda better ;;; Hope you like it!