I Have A Theory ---> aOi

[Tokiie Shibata]

=So This Is Where It All Begins=

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>>> The Need To Be Accepted <<<[/color]

But I don't know how to be somebody else,
So love me or hate me,
As long as you do it by yourself
>>>~<<<
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”I have a theory…” Tokiie’s voice echoed slightly, projected across the empty room and meeting no resistance whatsoever. The Concert Hall was completely void of any other life right now; a big, empty, dimly lit room. The seats stretched far out, right to the back row. He could see everything from where he was standing on the stage, with the script of paper in his hand and a big fat due date for tomorrow written right across the top in bold. He had to love his creative writing class, ne? ”I think that if we just taught kids how to be themselves then we would have no need for therapists or prison cells…” A glance down at his paper. ”See, we have a tendency to fear what we don’t know, because sometimes the scariest thing we can hear in life is ‘no’.”

Tokiie began to pace across the stage; the only brightly lit part of the room. The rest of the Concert Hall was illuminated by small lights tucked under the seats, but the stage was lit up by a large light hanging just above it. ”No, you are not popular and no, you’re not cool and no, you will not become anything even if you finish school.” The young Japanese man was working on a piece of spoken word art, and he was nowhere near being completely done. Due date was tomorrow and he only had a few bits of the beginning. Damn.

He continued to pace back and forth, pencil in one hand and paper in the other. Back and forth on the stage, back and forth, mumbling to himself with the occasional loud sentence. He scribbled and erased and tried to figure this all out. No, that word didn’t sound good there. No, that didn’t rhyme well enough. No, this didn’t flow smoothly enough.

No. No. No.

With a final, frustrated yell, he threw the bundle of paper as hard as he could out at the empty air. The white rectangles scattered, fluttering in the air before slowly sinking down, draping themselves over the seats and all over the ground. Defeated, he slumped down to the stage. Tokiie sat at the edge, his legs hanging over and dangling down about a foot or so from the ground. ”And in school, they always said that loving math would help, but I never once learned how to love myself!” He almost shouted out into the Concert Hall, and his words echoed back at him. Thank god the place was empty. It was him, and him alone. He was just trying to get his work done, that’s all.

Tokiie was sick of this place. Damn the school and let it burn; he didn’t want to be here, wasn’t it obvious? He wanted to go back to Japan and back home to his parents and friends and family. Most of all, he wanted to get far, far away from here and that devil that stalked the grounds. He wanted out, but that was never a choice for him. For now, he had to tough it out until it was said and done. The halls closed in on him, the people stared, it was hot and dry and he just didn’t want to be here. Tokiie was tired of wasting his breath here; it wasn’t worth his time.

With a yawn, he lay himself down on his side just at the edge of the stage. His hips were twisted over to allow his legs to hang from the edge, and he curled his arms under his head as a makeshift pillow. He would fix his hair later, and hopefully his makeup wouldn’t smudge too much. Maybe a nice little nap was in order. Another yawn as he made himself comfortable. He hadn’t slept in days, trying to get all his work done. Before long, Tokiie had drifted off in a light sleep, curled up awkwardly on the stage of the empty Concert Hall.

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[Aoi Park]

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The moment he could leave this class the better. His teacher just kept talking and talking like an endless record player about to give it’s last breath. Really? Could he be anymore annoying? Aoi grumbled softly in Chinese before he rested his head down on his desk, mulling over every little bad word he could call the make without the older make even knowing it. Sighing softly, the male slowly sat up when the bell began to ring, in his hands he took his books. And with that he began to walk, where he would go he didn’t know seeing how it was lunch and he hadn’t eaten for days. Aoi was anorexic you see. He only ate when he shifted into a tiger and went hunting for wild game. Sadly he wasn’t able to hunt for a while now since coming to this knew school, he didn’t know what kind of game lived on the island so he wasn’t ready to go out without someone close by.

The boy was going to just walk around or do something to get his mind off of how his body needed food to keep going for the day. His body stopped when he heard a loud voice coming from the concert hall, he stopped and peered inside the large empty room that just held one person in it’s clutches. Slowly Aoi opened the door to hear the male speak, his voice was warm and seemed to be filled with confidence. That was until he heard the male speak his very last night.

“I never once learned how to love myself “ Why did that bother him so much? Inwardly Aoi flinched a bit, well that’s not what someone was suppose to day, however he noticed the paper in the boy’s hands so maybe he was just talking to him, or practicing something for another class. Aoi stayed back in the far back so he couldn’t have been seen so easily. He began to creep closer, like a tiger to it’s prey when the other lied down, quietly he jumped on stage and put his things down , getting a good look at the loud mouth male who caught his attention. He looked to be Japanese, interesting. Cute too. The male snorted softly under his breath and gently poked the boy’s cheek.

“Wake up, it’s not good to lie on a dusty stage.”

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[Tokiie Shibata]

=So This Is Where It All Begins=

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>>> The Need To Be Accepted <<<[/color]

But I don't know how to be somebody else,
So love me or hate me,
As long as you do it by yourself
>>>~<<<
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As Tokiie settled on the stage, he thought he saw something moving through the seats; a flitting shadow between row A7 and A8. He squinted for a moment, trying to concentrate on that moving shadow, but reality dictated he was too sleepy to be concentrating this hard. His mind dismissed it offhandedly, figuring that he would be able to deal with it later. Dangerous, but he was too tired to think otherwise. He was asleep within the minute, his mind exploring those subconscious thoughts that settled just underneath. When he woke up, maybe things would feel a bit easier.

His nap could’ve turned into a full few hours of solid, dreamless sleep, had somebody not disturbed them. Something registered in his mind that there was movement, coming dangerously close. The poke on his cheek drove the idea home, and he twitched in his sleep. Mind still foggy, he slowly opened his dark eyes as another poke landed on his cheek. They weren’t particularly painful, quite soft and gentle, actually. Still, poking was poking and nobody liked to be woken up when they slept.

Squinting against the bright light right above him, he made out the contrasting shape of a young man crouching over him. He froze stiff, staring up at the boy leaning over him. It took him a moment, but his panic subsided as he made out the details of his face. The devil stalked the grounds, but the Concert Hall was still a safe haven for the time being. The details of his face were soft, Asian, framed by dark hair and wrapped in fair skin. The boy’s eyes were almost equally as dark as his own, and he stared into them for a moment; unsure what to make of it.

“Wake up, it’s not good to lie on a dusty stage.”

”…wha?” Tokiie blinked hard against the harsh light assaulting his eyes. He didn’t exactly comprehend what the other was saying either, but he slung his legs back around and dragged himself out from underneath the newcomer. Sitting up straight, Tokiie stretched out towards the ceiling, lean muscles going taut under his skin. Shaking himself out after that nice stretch, he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms briefly before looking at the newcomer. ”Who’re you and what’re you doing here?”

It was out of the bright light that he noticed more details. A small stack of books was sitting just at the other end of the stage; he had probably just come from class. The boy’s cheeks looked slightly hollow, paled skin, and now that he was actually looking, his eyes were a bright brown. Tokiie studied his face, running the analysis through his head quickly and efficiently like he’d done so many times. The kid’s face showed weariness, while his eyes showed both curiosity and hunger. Scale to scale, he looked lanky and a bit too thin. His clothes were splattered blue and black and white; eyes streaked a bright Caribbean blue and hair in a messy, dark mop.

This was something rather interesting.

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The boy’s eyes narrowed a little bit at the sudden question. Who was he? He could easily have thrown that questions back at the male, but he didn’t. His mind wasn’t in the right state to do so, his golden brown eyes were getting a bit fuzzy, his vision was getting cut off by his weak and stupid body. “My names Aoi, and I heard you talking, who are you?” He asked with a mild annoyed tone, along with a thick Chinese accent. He wasn’t annoyed with the male, and his eyes had shown that, but more so it seemed like a headache. His face was flushed in all the wrong sorts and his body wasn’t moving normally either. His body seemed to be dragging, slowly around as he moved. His stomach gave off the loudest growl in the history of ever and his face flushed a bit, he needed to eat something. His mind was battling his heart at this point. His heart was telling him he had to eat, but his mind was winning and telling Aoi how ugly and fat he was. How he shouldn’t even be breathing he was wasting so much air. Who was the clear winner?

Aoi slowly stood from his crouched position and groaned a little bit, he rubbed his forehead with his hands and began to stumble around a bit. When he stood up, his head did a complete flip and everything went crazy, like he was in some kind of weird trippy movie. Sadly before he knew it, his was backing up to the edge of the stage and slowly falling backward. Falling off the stage and onto the hard concrete one layered carpeted floor below. His head was the first thing to hit first, then the rest of his body with a loud thump. How long had it been since his meal? A week? Maybe? He hadn’t even gone hunting during that time. Now Aoi’s headache was much worse. What would the male think of him like this? Some random ass kid who just randomly fainted? If only he knew why Aoi was like this, how much he honestly needed help mentally. Aoi wasn’t ugly at all, he was just perfect for himself. No one had dared say something so kind to him before, so even if they did say “oh you’re so handsome” He wouldn’t believe them, because it was hard to believe after all the negative comments he had ever heard.

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[Tokiie Shibata]

=So This Is Where It All Begins=

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>>> The Need To Be Accepted <<<[/color]

But I don't know how to be somebody else,
So love me or hate me,
As long as you do it by yourself
>>>~<<<
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The newcomer’s eyes narrowed; a glare directed right at him. The gaze returned was steadier, calmer, and it taunted and coaxed. Aoi, as he had said his name was, seemed confused with himself. His mouth uttered annoyance, but his eyes did not. His voice carried a Chinese accent, but he had said his name was ‘Aoi’, which was of Japanese origin. Such a confused little boy. Also, the hunger Tokiie had seen before was quickly confirmed when his stomach growled loudly. Tokiie smiled; point one for him. His face was blushed an interesting shade of rosy pink; a welcome addition to his creamy pale face.

”Aoi, huh?” The Japanese boy cocked an eyebrow, watching him carefully as the newcomer tried to get up off the ground. ”I would tell you my name, but you don’t look too well, babe.” Aoi didn’t seem to hear him, and rightfully so. He had begun to stumble and before long, he had backed himself up to the edge of the stage. Silly, silly boy. Tokiie made a low hissing sound from deep in his chest, pouncing forward and spanning the few feet in less then a second. His speed was unrivaled in any element, but even speed had to submit to gravity eventually.

His fingers brushed the fabric of Aoi’s hoodie, but never got the chance to curl around it when he dropped off the edge of the stage. The back of his head hit the hard floor first, his body followed with a dull, almost sick thud. Tokiie straightened up and sighed, leaning over the stage slightly, as if surveying the damage. Well, the little fainting spell sure solved a lot of problems for Tokiie. The most likely reason for the sudden blackout was hunger; taking from his pale complexion, growling belly and thin frame. Why had the boy let himself get so hungry he passed out? Tokiie cocked an eyebrow again; hands on his hips as he ran the reasons through his mind. Yes, he could think of a few.

The young man jumped down from the stage and knelt next to Aoi, placing the back of his hand against his forehead. Alright, no illness, no fever. He leaned down and pressed his ear against the other boy’s chest; heartbeat and breathing was fine. So he was in no immediate danger of dying; good. Tokiie got back up on the stage, grabbed his waterbottle from behind the curtain and was back by Aoi’s side in less then ten seconds. Speed unmatched, as always.

Slowly and with a gentler hand then he had used in a while, he maneuvered Aoi until his head lay in his lap. Briefly, he wondered if he should just leave the boy here. He wasn’t any of his business, after all. He took off his sweater and dribbled some water onto the sleeve before patting Aoi’s face with it. ”Wake up, babe.” He whispered in his sing-song voice as he nursed the other boy. He really did hope that nobody walked in on them like this, but if they did, then they did.

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What an idiot he was. Why did he have to believe people so easily? Then again it was his ex-boyfriend who told him he was the ugliest person on earth. Why did he take that to heart? Easy because he had once loved his ex-boyfriend more then anyone should have loved someone they had only known for a month. It wasn’t real love, not even close to real love. More like puppy love, Aoi barely knew the male before they pro-claimed their love for one another. While he was completely out of it, Aoi did hear one word that almost made his heart want to break. Babe. He hated to be called that, it only brought back those horrible memories of when he was with the other male. That’s what the other called him, and another sentence like “babe, you’re so” came along after it. It hurt and Aoi wanted it to stop. Forcing his eyes open he looked up weakly at the male he saw, who clearly wasn’t his ex. Aoi said something in Chinese but then spotted himself and whispered it in English, or so he thought he would. He didn’t care, Aoi wanted to tell the male to piss off and let him lie there but he didn’t, maybe he just didn’t want too?

“Name… what is it?” That’s all he could say at the moment, his head was pounding so damn hard from the fall that he was surprised he could even muster up a few words. He got a good look at the male, and his face. Adorable was the first word that popped into his pained head. A deep purr, yes a real cat like purr passed his throat, though it wasn’t a little kitten purr, but a deep tiger one. He felt like a silly child being taken care of like this, but he wouldn’t fight against it. To be honest he was enjoying it, not in some sick way that he passed out on purpose, but he was enjoying it because the male hadn’t had such attention in a long time. He didn’t want to focus on why he passed out anymore, he knew why. Couldn’t change it. He just wanted to keep his gaze on the male above him, he was sure he was going to hear some questions soon, everyone always asked.

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[Tokiie Shibata]

=So This Is Where It All Begins=

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>>> The Need To Be Accepted <<<[/color]

But I don't know how to be somebody else,
So love me or hate me,
As long as you do it by yourself
>>>~<<<
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A few minutes, more like a full fifteen, passed as Tokiie continued to dab at his face with water. This was getting redundant and a part of his mind was telling him to just screw it and leave Aoi to his own devices. He was actually considering it when the boy stirred. Too late now, he supposed, as he waited for him to come to. If he didn’t get his level of consciousness back up in the next few seconds, Tokiie would be very sorely tempted to slap him and tell him to quiet being so dramatic.

As Aoi slowly opened his eyes, Tokiie got his first real good look at them. Nevermind what he thought at the beginning about the boy’s eyes; they were anything but dark. They were a light brown, with pretty golden flecks scattered about them. Some colour had begun to return to his face. Well… Both returned and left, in a good sense. His blush was disappearing, but his skin no longer looked as white as the sheets of paper scattered around the floor that was once his homework. Whatever; he was alive and Tokiie was not to be held responsible, and that was what was important.

“Name… what is it?”

”You just passed out and all you can think of when you wake up is what my name is?” Tokiie tisked him, shaking his head as he continued to dabble Aoi’s jaw with water, just to make sure he didn’t fade out again. ”If you really must know, it’s Tokiie. Tokiie Shibata.” He said his name with a sort of sureness that one could rarely achieve. The Japanese boy was sure of a lot of things, but naïve when it came to one. Oh well, he lived, he learned.

That’s when he felt a deep rumble vibrating up Aoi’s body, and the first thing he thought of was; ”Not this shit again…”. Tokiie quickly drew his hands back as he felt and heard the newcomer purr deep in his chest. The look of annoyance in Aoi’s eyes that was there only a moment before quickly melted away. Tokiie crossed his arms across his chest, an irritated grunt puffing from his lips, before drawing back until the newcomer’s head was off his lap and he was leaning against the stage. Complete emotional shutoff. Rush end core.

”Well, you certainly look well fed,” Tokiie quipped sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He was never one for snarking, but his sarcasm could strike down a stone, some said. Aoi was cute and had a pretty face, but if he was one of those drama queens who would do most anything for attention, Tokiie wanted nothing to do with him.

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[Aoi Park]

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”Tokiie, huh? So you’re Japanese?” He asked softly as he slowly began to sit up and lean against the stage, his hold body was braced against it, and for some reason the picture of the stage caving in popped into his head, but he quickly shook his head a bit. The male’s tone wasn’t doing any good for his head, in fact it was just making it hurt worse. Normally Aoi would just grunt and just walk away. Clearly at this moment the Chinese boy couldn’t walk away, he had no strength too. So he would sit there and listen to the male talking with that tone that just made him want to pull his hair out, that sarcastic mocking tone that everyone always seemed to have these days. However, he wouldn’t voice it, not now. Aoi looked at the male and gave him a pitiful look, more big eyed kittenish then anything before. It was a mixture of hurt and anger, confusion and isolation. A horrible mix if you ask anyone, maybe it was the pain in his talking, that or not. Aoi wouldn’t stop it.

The comment made Aoi growl weakly, his growl sounding like a cat’s growl. He only made it once, and not again. His eyes closed slowly and he nearly fell back over, but he kept himself stable. “I haven’t eaten in a week.” He interjected and pursed his lips out a little bit, why did he say that? It’s not like the male had no reason to know that! Aoi sighed softly, and tried to stand up, but he couldn’t. His legs wouldn’t carry him. “Sorry… to bother you.” He muttered softly and slowly slipped back into the floor, for now he was planted there until the strength was put back into his legs and also when his head was fully cleared up.

“What were you doing anyway?” He asked softly and gave the male an odd look, it was weird, what the male had been saying earlier, anyway. Since Aoi didn’t know the jist of it, of course he wouldn’t understand. Before he knew it, Aoi was reaching up to touch the back of his head. There was a sticky fluid on his fingers and there was a lot of it, not enough to send him to the hospital but enough to make his stomach turn a bit. He was bleeding.

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[Tokiie Shibata]

=So This Is Where It All Begins=

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>>> The Need To Be Accepted <<<[/color]

But I don't know how to be somebody else,
So love me or hate me,
As long as you do it by yourself
>>>~<<<
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”Japanese, born and bred.” Tokiie said coolly, with a certain prideful hint to his voice. Ah, Japan, how he loved it. He wanted to badly to go back, but that was never an option. He often found himself watching the birds and wondering why they decided to stay, despite being able to fly anywhere they wanted in the world. Then, he would ask himself the same question.

And then there was that look. That look that he wanted none of, yet found it impossible to feel a tang of pity towards. Damn it, Aoi looked at him like he was a puppy and Tokiie had just kicked him. Well, at least he wasn’t pouting, and he better not anytime soon. But that look; he just wouldn’t stop that look. Tokiie was about to say something when Aoi cut him off at the cusp, telling him that he hadn’t eaten in a week. A human body could survive three days without water, three weeks without food and three months without shelter; Aoi had already used up a third of that time. But the boy then apologized about bothering him as he tried but failed to get up to his feet.

“What were you doing anyway?” The newcomer asked as he began to rub the back of his head. Quite an innocent question, but it seemed to get Tokiie all riled up.

”Nothing of your concern,” He said stiffly, looking down at the scattered papers all around them on the floor. He would have to clean this up later, but be damned if he cared right now. That’s when he saw Aoi’s withdrawn hand, tacky with small splatterings of blood. Seemed like he had bashed up his head quite a bit from the fall. ”Confessing your sins to a toilet bowl, shedding pounds from your cuticles because somebody lied and said becoming a toothpick was beautiful.” Tokiie murmured to himself, but loud enough for the boy to hear. Damn it, he meant that in full.

There was a pause before Tokiie clamored back onto the stage, grabbed his backpack and threw it down before he jumped back down to the ground. Rummaging through the ratty old bag, he found half a sandwich and a juice box. ”Here,” He shoved it into Aoi’s hands. ”Eat it. It’ll do you some good.”

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The Chinese boy nodded slowly and looked away, his golden eyes staring at something moving on the floor. All those pieces of paper. What had the boy been talking about before? Aoi really wanted to know but his pride wouldn’t let him ask anything else, also his headache wouldn’t either. “I’m from China, but I’m Chinese and Korean.” He said softly and gave the boy a tiny smile. He too was proud of where he came from, he missed China and the trips to South Korea he use to take as a kid, he wanted to go home. Back to his family, his friends. It all sounded so good right now, to see his little brother and what type of animal he might have shifted into. His grandfather the male who pretty much raised him. He missed it all so much. He looked at the male who also seemed to have been missing home.

Aoi growled softly at the male, he didn’t need to have such an attitude, he was only asking a simply question. The male huffed softly and looked away from him, his features turning a bit flushed. He wished he had the strength to move his feet, so he could happily walk out of there. His body gave a horrible twitch when the male said his other little comment, and that nearly made Aoi shift. “I’m not bulimic, I‘m anorexic there‘s a clear difference if you look up the two words.” He hissed softly in Chinese again and moved his eyes back on the papers like they were before, he glared so hard at them he was worried he might set them ablaze with just one look.

The male left and that somehow hurt a bit. Where did he go? He heard the foot steps on the stage and then saw the male jump down with munchies. Another battle between heart and mind took off! Aoi’s heart was telling him to eat and smile, to thank the male for helping him. His mind was telling him to ignore the offer, he’d gain twenty pounds from a juice box and a sandwich. The boy looked at the other and thought for a moment, before letting his heart win. Slowly he took the box and the sandwich and undid the wrappings and slowly began to eat it, savoring all the flavors that came into contact with his tongue. The juice box was good too, sweet and cool. A lovely touch.

“Thank you, Tokiie…”

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[Tokiie Shibata]

=So This Is Where It All Begins=

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>>> The Need To Be Accepted <<<[/color]

But I don't know how to be somebody else,
So love me or hate me,
As long as you do it by yourself
>>>~<<<
[/center]

Well, whatever Aoi had just said, it was in no language he could understand. He sounded a bit angry, a bit pissed off at his comment. Oh well, he would learn what he meant one day or another, when he ended up in the freaking hospital or something. Or maybe he was one of those who simply did not learn and were destined to repeat their mistakes. Tokiie was none to judge; he had gotten his fair share of trouble, thank you. Yet it was difficult to watch people do the same stupid things over and over and wonder why it always went wrong. Sometimes, a little nudge was in order.

He watched Aoi carefully as he unwrapped the plastic from the food Tokiie just handed him. He ate rather slowly; nibbling at the corners before actually taking a bite. It wasn't as if Tokiie was going to slip him rat poison or something. Damn, the boy already had enough problems as it stood without an attempted murder. After a few more moments of watching, Tokiie let his shoulders relax. Alright, so the kid was actually going to eat it. Thank god, it would do him more then a little good.

Tokiie found the right corner of his mouth twitching into a smile as he watched. Aoi looked like a little kid when he ate, and his expression was sincere when he thanked him. Jeez, the kid must've been starving after not eating for a week. "Here," He tossed his ratty old bag over to Aoi, landing it right next to his knee. "I got a few other things. Take whatever you want." My my, wasn't he feeling generous today. Unusual, but not completely obscure, as a point.

Internal conflict seemed to be abundant with Aoi, and Tokiie read his face like an open book. His eyes were very expressive, emotions and thoughts written out in bold print right across his face. He had caught that little moment where Aoi hesitated to take the food and actually put it in his mouth rather then the garbage. Well, something was certainly wrong with the kid when it came to eating. Maybe something on a deeper level too. However, Tokiie was no mind reader, and could only deduce and make guesses that made him sound like a mind reader. Yes, he was good at it. It still didn't mean he could read a person's thoughts.

"Anyways," He stood up again and stretched, before stooping and beginning to pick up the scattered papers as Aoi continued eating. The white rectangles were all over the place, and he was careful to turn them so that the writing was down as he picked them up. "What was that all about, anyways?" He asked offhandedly.

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With every bite he took from the sandwich, he felt his body grow stronger from it. Though it wasn’t like a huge amount of strength, he could still feel his body reacting to it in a good way. He finished eating the sandwich and drinking from the juice box before he smiled gently at the male. They seemed to have a lot on common, though they didn’t know it yet. Both missed their homes over in Asia, both of them were sarcastic, it was only a matter of time really. Shifting on the ground, he blinked at the sudden backpack at his feet. Was there more food in it? Aoi couldn’t take all of his food, that wouldn’t be fair to Tokiie. “I can’t, it’s yours…” He said softly once more, his voice hadn’t changed though. The food did nothing for it, it was still soft and a little bit crippled like before.

The Chinese boy watched the other move and pick his papers up, he was getting even more curious about what he was saying prier to his whole falling moment. “What were you doing? You’re voice… caught my attention” He said softly, almost a little breathless at the moment. His head was still killing him and he was sure he was still bleeding from moments before. Aoi’s eye made contact with the male and he said softly. “I told you, I haven’t eaten in a week. I’m anorexic.” Aoi wasn’t going to lie to him, that would be stupid. Also he wasn’t looking for attention either, he could honestly give a crap if someone thought this was all for attention. Aoi watched the other male and moved to stand slowly, finally! He was up on his feet. He staggered to try and get his things, but he was failing badly. A small groan passed his lips, his eyes were slowly becoming fuzzy again. However he wouldn’t sit down. Nor would he ask for help when he needed it the most.

Soon he reached his things on the stage and pulled them close, resting his head on them for a moment to close his eyes, hiding them from the bright light and looks he might have been given. His stomach did a twist and he growled a little bit more, but soon stopped. The sandwich had pleased it for now.

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[Tokiie Shibata]

=So This Is Where It All Begins=

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>>> The Need To Be Accepted <<<[/color]

But I don't know how to be somebody else,
So love me or hate me,
As long as you do it by yourself
>>>~<<<
[/center]

Aoi refused the second helping of food sitting in his tattered old bag. His voice was quiet and soft, very gentle, and it spoke volumes about his personality. Tokiie sighed deeply, but at least he had tried to put some food in the boy and succeeded in stuffing him with half a sandwich and a juice box. Tokiie could almost feel the newcomer’s eyes on him as he picked up the sheets off the floor, one by one and making them as orderly as possible.

“What were you doing? You’re voice… caught my attention”

Tokiie’s shoulders visibly tensed up once again as he picked up the last of his papers. ”I already told you,” His voice was stiff and harsh, changing in an instant. He did that all the time, according to some, but he barely noticed. One moment he was happy, the other he was angry, and then he would be a teary mess, and then he’d be bouncing off the walls. Damn, he was considering going to be checked for bipolar disorder. ”It’s none of your concern.” Straightening out the last of the papers, he glanced over his shoulder, back at Aoi. Their eyes met for a moment, but then Tokiie looked away again. Emotional shutdown, rush end core.

So anorexia was the boy’s problem, huh? Okay, that was good information right there. What he wanted to know now was the cause, but he’d find that out soon enough. Tokiie didn’t comment, deciding that comfortable silence was better then awkward words. He heard Aoi get up behind up and teeter over to the end of the stage, where he dragged his materials closer to him. When he turned, the newcomer was resting his head on the small pile. He looked as if he had fallen asleep, but Tokiie knew better. He always seemed to know better.

”Hey babe, you cool or do we need to get you to the nurse?” Tokiie leaned on the stage right next to him, his face close for a moment to make sure Aoi was still breathing. He could smell him too; Aoi smelled of dry earth and trees, with something sweet on the side. The Japanese boy leaned back again on his heels and waited for him to answer. Unfortunately, Tokiie knew the bare minimum on first aid and if anything too bad happened, he would he completely useless. ”Babe? You okay?” Damn, he hoped he was okay.

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Notes: Yaaaay, nice Tokiie is back. Sorta.
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[Aoi Park]

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The boy’s mind was scattering as he leaned against the stage, half unconscious. He didn’t want to move from that spot with his head pounding against his skull, his body seemed about ready to give away again. This was all his fault, when wasn’t it ever his fault? He was always the one to mess up things, moments items. Anything he seemed to lay his eyes on he broke into a million pieces. God, he needed to stop thinking such stupid things. They only made him feel worse about himself. Maybe that was there intestion? To make Aoi feel as crappy as they could so he could slowly die from not eating. He needed a change, something someone to help him change his views. To tell him he was stupid and his mind was wrong.

Aoi’s face turned a little hurt, when the male snapped at him again, it felt like he had just been kicked in the face a few times by his mother or something. He didn’t say anything again about it since it seemed his questions wouldn’t be answered civilly. When the male walked closer to him, he could already feel himself about to give way once more. Damn it, today just wasn’t his day was it? First he was getting pissy in class, then he fell and cracked his head open. What’s next? His kidney explodes? It just wasn’t working out for him, so maybe it would be best if he just lied there and closed his eyes and went to sleep, it was a nice idea. But his back was starting to hurt too. Damn it.

He felt the male walk closer to him, he could smell him too. He had a strong scent of water, like it was about to rain or something. Intoxicating. Aoi blushed a little bit and opened his eyes, he wanted to tell him to stop calling him babe, but he couldn’t. No strength. “Why are you… so cute?” He muttered softly before falling into a deep blackness and falling on the male, pushing him down to the ground also, he felt the softness of the male’s body under him. He didn’t weigh anything so he knew he wasn’t crushing the male, he was expecting to feel the hard ground soon. Or maybe a warm pair of arms? Who knew.

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[Tokiie Shibata]

=So This Is Where It All Begins=

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But I don't know how to be somebody else,
So love me or hate me,
As long as you do it by yourself
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Aoi’s face had gone a few shades too pale again. Tokiie sincerely wanted to slap either himself or the boy, whichever to get this strange madness to stop. He was beginning to get tired as well, and he could feel the first inklings of a headache creep into the back of his skull and his temples. Yes, he needed to get more rest, but there would be plenty of time for that during the summer. For now, it was work, work, work. Exams were going to be cropping up sometime soon too.

Tokiie placed the stack of paper onto the stage, hoisting his back up there too so they were right beside each other. If anything, he could just quickly shove his work into his ratty old bag and bolt. The thing looked like it would break apart any second, but it didn’t. Reliable little thing it was; he wished people were more like that. His mother had made it herself, which was one of the many reasons he refused to discard it and buy a newer bag that made him look less like… Well… He wasn’t exactly sure, but less of it would’ve been a bit nicer.

Aoi’s face flushed that pretty rosy pink again as he groggily opened his eyes. Almost instantly, Tokiie could predict what might be happening in the next few seconds. Aoi looked so far gone, he might as well have not even been here. “Why are you… so cute?”

”…what!? Why was he so what!? His voice was barely over a whisper, but Tokiie had heard it clearly and it confused him. He didn’t have much time to process it either, as a moment later, Aoi was practically on top of him. Thankfully he hadn’t gone with his first instinct and punched the boy in the face (what good would that do anyways?). It was good that he hadn’t gone with his second instinct either, which was to kick him right below the belt. Tokiie had to forcefully restrain himself from harming the newcomer in any new ways that might’ve called for a lawsuit against him.

Out of sheer surprise, Tokiie nearly dropped Aoi straight on his face. Luckily for the Chinese boy, his reaction time was rivaled by none and he quickly caught him mid-chest, almost right under his arms. Tokiie expected to be knocked right to the ground, but reasoning should’ve told him to expect carrying nothing heavier then his own bag. Aoi was feather light and easily carried. Now there was something else to worry about, however. Aoi was knocked clean out again.

”Damn babe, probably bashed your head really hard there.” Tokiie was talking more to himself at this point. With deliberate, careful maneuvering, he picked up Aoi like a bride, careful not to mess around with his already bashed up head. He paused like that for a moment, quite a strange picture, to think of what to do next. Analyze; quick answer. Again, very carefully, he hoisted Aoi up onto the stage and placed his head onto his bag as a makeshift pillow. Tokiie clamored up next to him before taking his cell phone out of his pocket and dialing the school nurse. Be damned the protests, Aoi needed some help and he couldn’t give it.

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Notes: Fweee, nurse tiem.
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