I Have A Theory ---> aOi

[Aoi Park]

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Aoi didn’t remember anything when he woke up in the nurses office, a blanket covering his body and a nice soft pillow under his head, which didn’t seem to hurt that much anymore. His golden eyes fluttered open and a small groan passed his lips, okay maybe it did hurt a little bit. Not so much though, he felt a weird tightness around his head and gently touched the wrappings that were protecting his wound from infection and anything else. The room was bright and cheery, people seemed to need that after they had hurt themselves apparently. “Tokiie… where’s Tokiie?” His voice seemed to tremble, why on earth did he want the Japanese boy so much? Mostly to ask what the hell had happen to him, but also he needed someone. And for some reason he really wanted Tokiie.

A small grumble passed his lips when the nurse said he had gone back to class, his look almost screamed to the women to go and call him, and oddly enough that’s what she did. He turned a dark red when she went over the intercom system and told him that his friend was looking for him. They weren’t really friends and they had met under such odd way. He rolled over on his side and his stomach gave a growl, the boy most likely thought he was a bloody nut job or something. That’s what always happened anyway, he would do something completely stupid and mess everything up. He seemed to be good at it, so maybe he should just major in that instead of guitar and piano?

He suddenly heard some new foot steps, the nurses voice saying to someone he’d give him and Aoi time alone together, a small grumble passed through his lips too, slowly he rolled over and saw Tokiie and a shutting door. “…. Sorry for all of this…” He muttered softly and slowly began to sit up, he leaned against the white wall and sighed softly. “Why did you help me out?” He asked softly and gave him an odd look, he was shocked to say the least honestly, he didn’t think anyone would give two craps about him enough to help him. Maybe he didn’t care, or maybe he liked helping people? Aoi didn’t know. He wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

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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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Damn, this time the boy was really out like a light. He didn’t wake up, not so much as stirred, during the wait, nor did he budge on his own when the nurse arrived. Of course, Tokiie was bombed with questions and he answered them as simply and vaguely as possible. He was already in too deep, and the more he made it apparent that he didn’t know, all the better. It was news to him that the school had a stretcher, and after the nurse and her assistances were finished loading Aoi onto it, they spared him a last look and asked if he wanted to come along too. Without sparing a thought, he refused and they left him alone, once again, in the Concert Hall.

”Coolest talk, food for thought, we get caught, fools defend us, tremendous, absolutely stupendous.” Tokiie mumbled to himself as he scooped up his stack of papers and stuffed them in his bag. The front was smattered with Aoi’s blood and he stared at it for a moment before slinging it over his shoulder anyways. It made an interesting pattern across the army green canvas. So he left alone, like he had arrived, and headed towards his creative cooking class. Oh wow, such bad timing.

In the middle of class, as he was glazing the cake he had been working on, the classes’ phone rang before going on speaker. Tokiie Shibata. They needed Tokiie Shibata in the nurse’s office. Everybody suddenly turned to look at him and he swore that if it was something to have to do with that kid that collapsed on him in the Concert Hall, somebody was going to get hurt. Very badly. He took off his apron, hung it up on the hook and walked out without looking back.

On his way down the hall, he sniffed his sleeve. He smelled of fresh baked cake and salty water; a strangely tantalizing mix. He liked it; maybe he would try and simulate it sometime. He walked in to the nurse’s office and she receptionist told him that Aoi was in one of the back rooms. Tokiie scrunched up his nose as he walked towards the white door. This whole place was sterile and nearly void of any true atmosphere. He walked in and closed the door with a little more force then necessary, shoulders back and tensed, the muscles in his chest tight with tension.

“…. Sorry for all of this…” Aoi muttered in his tiny little voice that had suddenly become oh so annoying to his ears. Tokiie turned on his heels; eyes sharp and lips in a tight line. “Why did you help me out?”

”Heh, I doubt it.” Ouch, where did that come from? Aoi’s voice sounded every bit sincere when he apologized, but Tokiie still had a hard time getting it through in his head. Especially when he got riled up, and as of this moment, he was almost fuming. ”I helped you because I thought it would cause a lot less trouble.” An edge to his voice implied an obviously not. He crossed his arms across his chest. ”What do you want?”

Maybe he truly meant it, or maybe he didn’t, but right now the first thing on his mind was getting Aoi wound up. It wasn’t even conscious anymore; Tokiie had been doing it too long, it was something that came natural, like breathing or a heartbeat. He wanted to see Aoi uncomfortable, maybe even hurt, and if he cried, then all the better.

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The look in Tokiie’s eyes screamed unhappiness, Aoi didn’t want him down there, or maybe he did? He wasn’t even sure of himself anymore. Damn head. He sighed softly and rested his hands in his lap, listening the male speak with a malice that he thought would slice him in two parts. “I hate false apologies, it just gives humans another reason to lie. So, I wouldn’t say sorry unless I truly was sorry.” He said, his voice clearer then it had been when they first met, it was stronger, independent and hurting all at the same time. God, he was such a complicated kid. Shifting in his bed a little bit, he moved and pulled his backpack to his lap, it was clear the male didn’t want to be here with him, so he wouldn’t force him to stay.

Slowly, Aoi pulled out a Japanese manga that had been translated into Chinese, he muttered softly and crossed his legs under the blanket, waving a hand. “Well, you can go now since you hate me so much. I honestly wouldn’t want to be near me either so I don’t blame you.” He said with a small shrug and began reading his book. It was a parody on Alice In Wonderland, he honestly loved the story more then anything on this earth. He blinked when he noticed the male asked another questions and Aoi raised his shoulders. It was a good question. What did he want? The Chinese boy smiled a little bit, in a child like form and held his book out. “I want my own world.” He said with a simple shrug.

Most people would find that weird or just down right bizarre but, Tokiie asked him what did he want and he happily answered him. He honestly did want a world of his own, that’s why he loved Alice In Wonderland so much, she had everything she wanted, so he was envious of her. Envious of a story book character? Yup, you bet. That was just Aoi for you. He hummed softly and turned the next page, his smile was wider then anything before, he was in his happy place, when he was reading and he enjoyed it so much. It was almost as good as being a tiger, or being alive for that matter.

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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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“I hate false apologies, it just gives humans another reason to lie. So, I wouldn’t say sorry unless I truly was sorry.” Aoi’s voice was clearer now, not that little whisper that it was a few moments ago. But still, there was that edge in his tone and his eyes that told Tokiie that he had been hurt. That bit of hurt was what he needed, and he happily fed off even that little spark. He watched as Aoi pulled his own bag closer to himself, and it reminded him of how the boy’s blood was on his own bag. The newcomer had pulled out a book and told him, with a brief wave of his hand, that if he hated him so much, he was free to leave.

”I want my own world.” Aoi said with a childish smile, holding out his book. The font was Japanese kanji, but beside the words were small scribbles that he almost knew were Chinese. In an instant, the kid seemed to bury himself in his own little world. Tokiie watched the tiny shifts and movements of his eyes and expression, almost monitoring him as he read. That anger had disappeared, melted away by the words dancing up and down the page, but Tokiie had had his fill of the red hot emotion that most tried to restrain.

”So, you want your own world, huh?” Tokiie came up and leaned against the foot of the bed. He read a few snatches of Aoi’s book, but decided that he wasn’t too interested in that. He preferred books with the facts; the ones that told him hand talk meant honesty and those telling the truth were willing to go back and adjust the story. ”A place where you can still live third world in a first world country? A place where you can grow up and learn nothing about ourselves, a place that insists that sex should sell?”

The hostility had evaporated from his voice; he had been done with that for a few minutes already. Sure, he hadn’t gotten the boy crying, but the little bit of anger was all he needed to sedate him for the time being. He was spoken in honesty now, and his voice had calmed to a soothing timbre that would’ve been good for singing if he had ever bothered to take classes. Of course not; he was no singer.

”Like a land of little dreams? Like love has cupid, and poverty has stupid? Or you work and work and work for jerks, bosses who don’t see people, but profits. I’m not talking the holy kind; I’m saying the dollar signs.” Tokiie looked over to Aoi, wondering if he was understanding a thing he was saying. A reflection of the real world, and none of his little fantasy lands. It was real life, and it was sad. Tokiie wondered if the kid had seen any ‘real life’ just yet. Maybe, maybe not.

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Aoi blinked a bit and moved from his book, when the male began to speak about his own world being just about sex and stuff. Aoi frowned a little bit but gave a small shrug. “In my world, what something is it wouldn’t be that and what something wouldn’t be, it would be just that. You see?’ He said and blinked against at the male and snorted softly at the dripping hostility in his voice. And Aoi thought he had problems, boy was he mad. Aoi didn’t know why and even if it was himself that caused such anger, he wouldn’t say sorry again. He didn’t like saying it more then once since it lost it’s meaning. Humming softly he turned the page and went back to his reading. So it was clear the male didn’t hate him since he hadn’t left yet, but he was still mad. Why? Aoi wasn’t sure.

“You’re good at rhyming you should be a poet. You use poetic devices without even knowing it. Well done.” He said with a smile to the boy, it was nice to hear him talk, he did sound like a poet when he used such words that blended together to make a rhyme scheme. It was quite relaxing to say the least. He sighed softly and leaned back against the wall, using his thumb to hold his place in his book, his golden eyes looked at the male, geeze he was odd. What did he think Aoi was a hermit? Someone who never went outside? Good grief. “It’s easier to wish for something you’ll never have, at least I have a goal that one day I’ll see this world I want so badly, at least I won’t go utterly insane about wondering what could have been if my life wasn’t as it was. It calms me down so I don’t go ripping off some poor souls head who talks to me.” His voice held no malice, no nothing. It was just a calm story telling voice, he wasn’t mad or upset or on the verge of tears. He was just talking, explaining himself.

“What about you huh? Why do you seem so mad? I know the world isn’t perfect, but getting mad over every little flaw will end you up in the loony bin my dear.” He grinned a bit and opened his book up, that’s just how the male was acting to him anyway, maybe he was wrong, maybe he was right. Who knew?

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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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Eh, he had been told he was good at rhyming before, and a corner of his mouth pulled up in a lopsided smile when Aoi told him so as well. Poetry? Nah, not for him. Tokiie was never a poet, but writing the stuff was alright, he thought. Aoi leaned back with a bit of a sigh, keeping his place in the book with his finger. Tokiie would’ve dog-eared it himself, but hey, each to his own. The Japanese boy listened as Aoi explained himself. Made sense, in this way and that, but none in the other. He would’ve debated it, but as of right now, Tokiie was feeling worn and too tired to argue a point that was based on opinion against another opinion.

“What about you huh? Why do you seem so mad? I know the world isn’t perfect, but getting mad over every little flaw will end you up in the loony bin my dear.”

”Mad, huh?” A pause as he lingered on the question, rolling it round in his mind. It was a good question, unlike those stupid little things that most people asked. Tokiie had stopped being mad a full ten minutes ago, maybe longer. But yes, it was still a good question, in his mind at least. Why was he mad? The anger of the moment was due to him being troubled and tired, but overall, why was he angry? ”I guess it’s because… I don’t know how to be somebody else. Because originality is like some big secret.” Tokiie was musing now, and when he got into that muse-mode, it didn’t really matter who was around him. But quickly as he came into it, he snapped back out and shrugged lightly, watching Aoi pick his book back up.

”And how about you, babe?” Tokiie smiled; a faint little thing that curled the corners of his mouth. His piercing rubbed his teeth, making a slight clicking sound. It had never been painful, only for the few seconds when he first got it. The Japanese boy reached up and rubbed Aoi’s black hair for a moment before withdrawing it in a friendly gesture. Make peace? Sure, maybe. Aoi was turning out to be an interesting little one. ”Why don’t you eat? You’re smart enough to know it isn’t good for you.”

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“Yes, mad.” He said softly and went back to his book for a moment, the male wasn’t being as bad as he was before. Aoi was glad, so this meant he didn’t hate him right? If he was able to calm himself down from being so mad or annoyed by Aoi. Aoi’s eyes moved to stare at the male, “Be yourself, if you try to act like someone else, you just get really boring and your life is pointless. I hate boring people, so I won’t talk to you.” He said in a matter of fact tone. He didn’t like it when people were pushed to become other people, to change just because someone told them they weren’t right or what they were doing wasn’t completely normal. He hated that.

Aoi blushed a bit when the male sat closer to him, for a moment Aoi just looked at him and pursed his lip ring out, he was almost in a trance. The other was completely original, completely himself. From his hair and onto his clothes, it seemed the male had no way of not expressing himself. That’s how Aoi was too. If Aoi wanted to wear a dress, then damn it he would happily wear a dress, or a skirt for that matter. He didn’t care and other people shouldn’t care either. That pissed him off, when others thought only of other people and not themselves.

The Chinese boy blinked at the sudden touch, his head slowly began to croon into the male’s hand. He loved gentle touches like this, they were so soothing and so nice. He just wanted to melt into a puddle of nothingness. His golden eyes slowly met the other’s and he gave a soft sigh. Why indeed was he slowly killing himself by not eating. That question he could answer easily without a second thought, but did he want too? It wasn’t like the male really cared right? “I’m ugly and fat, that’s why.” He said in a soft voice which was pouring with self doubt. He was ugly, he knew it. His ex even said so! Why on earth was he listening to someone who told him he hated him? It made no sense yes but it put a lasting impression on Aoi. He was slowly dying, of course it made a lasting impression.

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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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Again, Aoi began to turn that pretty pink when Tokiie got anywhere closer then a foot of him. Maybe he could turn it into a new game in his head; see how many times he could make the boy blush. The newcomer pursed his lips out into a little pout that made Tokiie think of a little kid. When he touched the boy’s hair, he began to make a little sound at the front of his throat. It almost sounded like cooing. He was a bit startled, but after the whole episode back in the Concert Hall, he resisted pulling away immediately, but instead slowly removed his hand as their eyes met.

Lockdown; target located.

He seemed a bit nervous about answering his question of not eating. Their eyes were still locked, so Tokiie could see every little emotion; every contract and dilation of the pupil and all the feelings brewing just under his skin. Aoi was nervous, maybe a little afraid, and self-loathing poured from every blink and breath. ”I’m ugly and fat, that’s why.”

Tokiie stared at him for a minute, just a minute, before he slapped Aoi right across the face. It wasn’t anything too harsh; the kid was delicate and the last thing he needed was to be breaking his face. But still, the slap left a bit more redness on his cheek and doubtless a little sting, despite it being a gentler one. A new sort of anger began to bubble up in his breast, but it wasn’t directed towards Aoi this time. Of course, the kid needed a bit of shaking if he really thought that was true.

”Who the flying hell told you that?” Aoi needed some sense knocked into him, and Tokiie took a small guess that maybe he would be the first to do that. ”Babe, you are not fat and definitely not ugly. Whoever told you that didn’t seem to realize you are as thin as a rail and have a face that could fit on a model.” Tokiie’s face was calm, but his lips were drawn in a straight line. His tone was serene and controlled, but there was that underlying quality that clearly communicated his displeasure. He was being honest though; Aoi’s ribs would be poking out if he lost half a pound more, and his face was very aesthetically pleasing.

Okay, now that the wave had ebbed… Tokiie sighed deeply, feeling the anger once again drain when he got his words out. It would’ve been a lie if he said he didn’t mean to slap Aoi, but the kid needed something to shock him into realizing that he was wrong. Actually, he wished he had slapped the boy a bit harder, to seriously drive that point home. His hand returned to being gentle as he reached out and gently ran his thumb along Aoi’s cheek, slightly reddened both by the previous blush and the slap.

”Sorry,” Tokiie’s voice had returned to the calm timbre it once was. He drew his hand away again. ”But seriously, who the hell told you that?”

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Suddenly Aoi felt a very strong sting on his face. Tokiie had hit him. What the hell?! Aoi growled softly but soon calmed down and looked away. Who told him that was the next question. It wasn’t a hard one, but Aoi felt more difficulty in answering that then he had in so long. Why? He wasn’t sure, but there was a tight and painful. Tears slowly began to trickle down his cheeks and he looked up at the male. “My ex-boyfriend… he messed me up really bad.” He muttered softly, he honestly had never told anyone that before. How badly his ex hurt him, how much he cried over the male and because of him how he was slowly killing himself.

The hand on his cheek caused Aoi’s body to tingle a little bit, his heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t fair, why should he be feeling like this? Like he was someone important. He wasn’t not at all. He didn’t matter to anyone but his family, that’s really it. The Chinese boy shifted a bit when the other began a soft string of words, words that he rarely heard by anyone. The other thought he was good enough to be a super model? He was lying he had to be lying to him. Tears dripped down his cheeks and he bit his lip ring rather hard, there was no way the male really thought that… right?

“You’re lying… I’m nothing like that. I’m awful.” He blurted out and then braced himself for another hit. The other couldn’t have been being so nice to him for no reason, why didn’t he see his ugliness like everyone else? Maybe the male wanted to hurt him like this, that had to be his goal. Well good job, it was working. Aoi felt even more horrible about himself then ever before, ever last thing little thing about him he felt was awful, that could be changed in some way. He knew it, so why didn’t Tokiie? Aoi shook his head and looks down at his hands. “I’m sorry… I’m just not use to compliments.” He really wasn’t he never took them in like you were suppose too, he didn’t seem to care really. And because he didn’t care and didn’t believe those people he just pushed them to the side, those thoughts of him being beautiful and well toned, yeah they rarely happened.

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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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Oh jeez, now the kid was crying. Was he really that delicate? Man, Tokiie remembered how many times he’d been smashed around in the past, whether he had gotten into a fight (more and more frequent, it seemed) or accidently, and he had successfully tanked each and every one. Aw, and that one time he had gotten a shard of glass embedded into his collarbone and had to walk himself to the hospital because everybody else was too drunk to even walk to their cars, let alone drive.

So it was an ex, huh? Tears were really dripping now, and Aoi seemed to become more and more upset as his words continued to be dragged out, kicking and screaming in protest. Ah, if only he had hit upon these particular strings of nerves sooner, Tokiie would’ve gotten the crying earlier, when he had been angry. Now he just felt bad for the kid. He didn’t like feeling bad, it made him open and vulnerable to attack. Pity wasn’t good either, nor was sympathy. Aoi’s words were written right across his face even before the came tumbling out of his mouth in a rushed mess.

There was that split second that Tokiie’s eyes went sharp, and he licked his lips once. Just once. The young man was anything but a liar. That wasn’t even a white lie either, Tokiie just never told an untruth. Why would he need to? He found there was absolutely no need to talk fiction when the truth worded twice as well. He would probably be first to ever admit that he was a puppetmaster, and his key was using the truth to make people do what he wanted. Lies were pitiful, and he found no advantage in using them. He came very close to smashing Aoi across the face again, and this time, fully intending to break his nose.

But then those tears. Those freaking tears. Tokiie heaved a heavy sigh. Okay, so he wasn’t going to hit the kid again, damn, he must’ve been going soft. Then there was his little whimper of an apology and Tokiie just sort of shoved that thought of brutally mangling the kid out of his head. Yeah, he had a soft spot for cute, crying boys. Maybe he was a sadist, or maybe he really was going squashy. Squishy, nice things had no place in the world’s game.

”Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Tokiie took a step away from Aoi, hands open and by his sides in an almost defeated gesture. ”I won’t touch you again, alright? Now quit crying.” Well no wonder the kid wasn’t used to compliments; he was constantly putting himself down so much, it had gotten to the point where he had begun to think it true. Oh how Tokiie hated dealing with people like that, but he felt sincerely bad for the kid.

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Oh, how he felt stupid for crying. His body shook a little bit in annoyance for himself, slowly he moved closer to the male, he wanted that close feeling again, like he was important. “No… I want you to touch me.” Maybe that sounded a bit forward, but he didn’t really care, he was enjoying this. Being with someone and expressing himself to another living person who would at least take the time and try to understand him. His face turned pink again, now that he thought about what he had just said, it sounded really perverted. Oh well, he didn’t care.

Slowly he moved and pulled the male closer to him, if this would cause another slap then so be it, but he wanted this. His arms slowly moved around the boy’s waist and Aoi got on his knees, his face was pressed against the male’s stomach. His body felt so soft, so huggable. It was relaxing, however it brought back said old memories and Aoi didn’t want to start crying again. His hands moved up slowly to cup the boy’s cheeks, his thumb gently stroking the creamy skin the other male had that bind him. So soft.

This was in Aoi’s nature, it was really. When he finally opened up and liked someone, or really liked in this moment since Tokiie was a guy and hadn’t abandoned him yet. That made him happy, to know someone hadn’t left him yet. It might happen soon but then again maybe it wouldn’t? “ Xièxiè shí jia... Ting wo de fèihuà” He whispered in Chinese softly, then he slowly pressed his lips against the other male’s and waited for an attack. This was his own weird way of saying thank you. Thanking the boy for putting up with him when it was clear he didn’t want too, thank you for him listening to the male cry pointlessly. Really he didn’t feel so alone anymore, he pulled away slowly and waited, waited for a hit, another kiss a slap, or for the male to just walk out. Hell he was even ready for no words. He slowly sat back on his legs and waited the male to do something, anything. His face was still that dark red and he had a child like look on his face, a dreamy look. His heart was beating faster and faster, he hadn’t kissed anyone in a long time so this was new to him, well only a bit.

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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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Tokiie dropped his hands back down to his sides, one over the tattered navy green bag smattered in the boy’s blood, the other resting lightly on his hip. He was waiting for Aoi’s answer, his little voice to tell him to leave and that he never wanted to see him again. It wasn’t too much of a bad thing, he supposed. If it was gonna keep the kid healthy, then so be it, Tokiie would live either way. Though admittedly, Aoi had turned out to be quite the persona and it would be a shame to never speak to him again, but alas, though he didn’t like to admit it, sometimes he would do what needs to be done for what’s better.

Aoi wanted him to what? Tokiie’s jaw nearly fell, and he found himself stuck down to the spot when the kid started shuffling closer to him. Excuse me, but he himself felt like if he wasn’t initiating it, then this was way, way too soon to be sticking his hands down some kid who he met half conscious in the Concert Hall’s pants. Though it didn’t show at all on his face, minus a mildly thoughtful look, his head was abuzz with scattered thoughts as Aoi dragged him closer and closer, wrapping his arms around his narrow waist and cuddling up to him. He cupped his cheeks; the same thoughtful look mirroring his own, Aoi’s face had gained that pinkish tinge again. If he turned this pink while embarrassed, how pink would he turn when he was drunk?

Something shaken off in Chinese, like hell Tokiie understood it. The only languages that made sense to his nonsensical mind were English, Japanese and some French, more or less. He was still trying to decipher the kid’s words in his head, and didn’t notice until it was a tad too late. He would later kick himself mentally for that; he made it a point to be aware of his situation at all times. He would rather be caught dead then caught off guard. None the less, if he thought he was paralyzed before, he might as well have been frozen into a block of ice right then and there.

Thunder struck.

Aoi’s lips were soft, almost like velvet, on his own. He was warm and nice and tasted sweet; human. Tokiie himself must’ve tasted like salt and sand an ocean, which was unpleasant for most, if they had any sense about them. Aoi’s smell invaded his nose as well and again, he caught up on that hint of earth and trees with the sweet, almost candy-like scent on the side. He highly doubted that the kid ate candy recently, so it must’ve been something else.

At last, the boy pulled away and gave him that look. That look that told him that he was to decide what happened next; to kiss him or kick him or walk right out the door and right out of his life. Tokiie was sorely tempted to do all three, more the latter two then the former simply because of the shock factor involved in it all. He was mercifully saved from having to make a decision too quickly, however, thanks to the nurse that decided it was the perfect moment to look in on them.

She looked back and forth from Aoi to Tokiie, seeing the bright red blush on the boy’s face and the thoughtful look on Tokiie’s. “…Are you two alright?”

”Perfect. We’re perfect, thanks.” His voice was calm and even, like a small, staging lake sheltered from the wind. In reality, it was far from perfect. Damn it, Aoi just kissed him on the lips and he was saying everything was perfect and fine and dandy and lollypop trees and marmalade skies. The nurse left, muttering something under her breath. Once again, he was alone with the kid.

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[Aoi Park]

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Waiting was not something Aoi was good at. No really, he may have seemed perfect and dandy on the outside but on the inside it was like a giant whirlpool of crazy thoughts and actions he could do to get himself out of this, why did he just kiss the male? His heart was beating so fast, he was pretty sure the other male could hear it. Aoi sat back and licked his lips, he tasted a bit of saltiness on his tongue as well as watery, he tasted good. Now that he thought about it the other male smelt good, like a beach. When you have those lovely breezes come at you from the house, making you smell the sea. It was to die for really, he loved it. His face lit up and he smiled gently at the male. “I didn’t mean touch me… like that. I meant I don’t mind a pat on the head every now and then.” He thought it would be better if he cleared some things up right there, just in case the other wanted to smack him.

The nurse walked in and that worried Aoi, would she make him leave? For once he felt happy, why? It was just a kiss? Maybe that’s what Aoi really needed, companionship. He hadn’t had any since his ex told him he was awful, so maybe that’s all he needed? Someone like Tokiie to smack him when he was being stupid. He wasn’t thinking Tokiie was the one, simply because well they just met. But someone like him? Maybe. Aoi sighed softly when she left and slowly stood up, pulling the wrappings from his head and tossed them away, he also grabbed all of his things. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me… I’ll go.” He whispered gently and slowly began to walk past the male. What was he doing? He really needed to stop running away.

It was close to the end of the day, so Aoi had kung fu next, his closing class. Aoi sighed softly and moved down the hall way, his thoughts were completely over the place right now. Should he have left? Should he have stayed? What would happen if he did stay? He wasn’t sure. But he felt sick to his stomach now, a weird sick. Not a puke sick, but a sick that he couldn’t describe. It was just weird.

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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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Tokiie still felt a pang of pity for the kid as he hastily picked up his things, apologizing and saying he would leave now. He unwrapped the bandages around his head and threw them out, shouldering his bag in the process. The Japanese boy stood there and watched him, contemplating what to do next. Well, what really was there to do? Aoi walked right past him as if he wasn’t even there, and Tokiie was just on the verge of offering to walk the boy back to class when he slipped out the door and right out of his life just as easily. Well, maybe not out of his life, but out of his day none the less.

He stared at the sterile white door for a few more moments, before taking a glance at the clock sitting on the desk. So he had missed his favourite class, social anthropology, and now it was nearing time for his very last class which won a close second favourite. But even that dumped a bucket of water over his head when he realized that homework he had in his bag was still unfinished. Tokiie sighed deeply; today was simply not his day.

”I have a theory…” He spoke out loud but only to himself as he walked out of the nurse’s office, getting a last quick glance at Aoi before the boy turned a corner in the hall. ”That this is where it all begins, the need to be accepted. It’s where being considered different is just like being disrespected.” Eh, it was something different, but then again, he was the epitome of different. Tokiie considered maybe helping the kid, but he wasn’t sure what he could do. After all, Aoi just kissed him and then shied, heading off before he could even get a word in.

”And I pity the cool crowd because your personalities need help. Yes, I’ve been there and done that and got the free t-shirt, the one that we all wear because originality is like some big secret.” Tokiie took his papers out of his bag and began to write what he spoke, building the words until, by the time he got to his class, the papers were virtually filled. He was the genius in baggy jeans, and it was one of few things he was truly proud of. But still, as he handed in his half complete work with a promise to finish it by five tomorrow morning, he thought of that kid that nearly killed himself in the Concert Hall. Yeah, he just might do something to help.

Tag:Aoi Park
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Notes: Okay, end it here and start another one where they can become better acquainted?
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