Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Jan 26, 2012 17:49:33 GMT -6
I take another sip of Earl Grey and try to look as dignified and unfazed as possible. Of course my house looks huge to any commoner out there. Its an obvious fact that requires no need for re-confirmation.
"Of course it's big. You already saw it before, didn't you? No need to remind me about that information." I replied, still focusing my eyes on the dark amber liquid inside my cup.
Is that all he can say, though? And I thought he could be a bit more... eloquent. If I had a harisen, I would use it to slap his head for such a lame statement.
I place my cup and saucer down again, and try to continue this conversation, while directing my gaze towards the small table:
"Well... sorry for... bothering you a lot today, using you... for my own... comfort and... dragging you here. Your family must be worried."
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jan 27, 2012 9:17:02 GMT -6
She was... back. This Fuukami-san was more familiar; perhaps not as energetic, but it was at least more controlled, less... unpredictable. It was funny, usually Ayumu liked things that weren't usual... but he guessed he found some comfort in certain things staying the same.
"Well... it looked big from the outside... but I thought it might not be so big in the inside." he interjected, thoughtfully. It seems so large a haunt for so small a group of people.
Yet again, he had only known the girl for a short time, and there was no telling what was the status quo for her, if it had been the emotional person who had, on stumbling upon a day's acquaintance, sought comfort, or the fierce, somewhat manipulative lass who had forced and urged and persuaded her to take a profession whose description was nebulous at best.
Indeed... if he was going to ask her anything... if he could get in a question throught the awkwardness... it would be... he postponed the thought as she preceded him, apologizing in a slightly shamed, though still slightly prideful, manner.
"Well, they were... but now not so much, since they know where I am." he explained. "So it's all right." he assured her. As long as he made clear his location and around what time he would get back, the young Mizukami received the leeway... he was trusted... and he often tried to repay the trust.
Now, on the other hand, the still-rather-new trust between the two of them... he continued his procrastinated pondering... what he would be asking is... would he be asking it? He did not really think it too much of a bother, but she had presented herself in such a... vulnerable... manner.
"Fuukami-san... I don't really know you that much yet... and I think you were upset..." he trailed, hoping he wasn't using the wrong words... he noted that it was just the two of them now, again...
Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Jan 27, 2012 17:46:36 GMT -6
Why do I trust him so easily? What answer should I give him? Even I'm not sure of it myself. Instinct is really an enigma. I try to direct my eyesight a little upwards, but still away from his eyes:
"Well, as I said before, I feel that you are... different. Different from other guys our age. You are... special. I... I've noticed you since entering this school, and I've seen that you are not so... simple like other boys I know. And somehow, my gut feeling tells me that I can believe you, and count on you. Um... take that as a case of woman instinct."
I take another sip from my cup, then continue to explain myself:
"I don't really get along with other girls, and I really need a companion whom I can really trust, and that's why I chose you."
I wonder if he can make do with this kind of justification. The first time I saw him, I felt like there was some force trying to pull me towards him. Even now, I'm still not sure what that force really is.
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jan 28, 2012 1:01:18 GMT -6
OC: Ayumu now feels like a Pokemon.
He sighed; it was... still the same incomplete answer he had received on their first meeting. It occurred to the white-haired wanderer that the girl might not know completely how she regards him.
"Fuukami-san... I don't think I'm that special, that I do." he said, and he meant it. Perhaps the most intriguing thing about him would be the color of his hair, but Fuukami-san even has him beat on that. He could even go deprecate himself a little more and say that his hair color he shares with various senior citizens, minus the balding found in some males.
Once in a while he would do something that would claim the spotlight... but most of the time he tended to, and was perfectly content to be, a background character. There were people he did want to recognize him, but those were an intimate few. Different... well, everybody's different. I haven't known everybody so much to tell if I'm really that different from them... and there's the paradox, isn't it? We're all the same, we're all unique...
He noticed her eyes hesitating to reach his own; there was a nagging feeling in the attics of his cranium that was struggling to tell him something about this situation, a certain informative itch, but for some reason it was elusive. Maybe he did not want to know... perhaps he'd leave it at that for now. That... Fuukami-san considered him... special. He can't really say much about women's instinct, anyway.
He chose to wear a wry grin. "I guess we're both not sure..." he observed, wistfully. He rose.
"Well... I guess that's that. I'll... try to get to your next practice, Fuukami-san. And remember to bring an umbrella."
Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Jan 28, 2012 21:25:23 GMT -6
His decision to leave kinda took me by surprise. I can't help but try to hold him back by reflex, even of it's just for a couple of minutes:
"W-Wait! Are you leaving so soon? The rain has not stopped yet!"
Is that line a bit unoriginal?
"Th-Thanks for the reminder anyway. I'll remember to bring an umbrella whenever I go out."
And he just said he would try to come to see me training, even though he couldn't specify when. Still, I feel really happy. I wonder what will he think about my looks when I'm in a leotard... Um, wait, do I really care about his opinion of my appearance that much?
"There's still something I want to make sure though..." I take a deep breath. It's a rather embarrassing question."When I was still drenched from the rain, and... all my clothes clung onto my body... did you... did you... see anything?" Now I definitely won't get a cold anytime soon, as my face starts to heat up like a kettle. The only thing missing is the whistling sound of steam. "Just... just answer yes or no. Don't try any kind of blabbering!"
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jan 29, 2012 3:28:13 GMT -6
"I guess you're right about that." he admitted, scratching the back of his neck, and looking rather sheepish.
It would still be a little difficult for him to go home. Maybe he should have just ridden the car they had used to get here to get to his own home... but no, he had to make sure she would be fine.
He knew his elders would probably get to the same conclusion, but he decided he'd inform him of his decision; to let Rain weep a little more... to wait until She had decided to take a merciful rhythm.
After all, protective rain gear did not always protect one completely from the fury of the weather... and Ayumu only had his umbrella. Well, there were times that he was sorely tempted to be drenched by the downpour... but he guessed it would be rather impractical right now. As much as he liked Rain, She treated all her subjects equally. Maybe he could do careless things like that during vacation, or when some opportunity arises...
He turned after encoding the message and sending it... apparently she had yet another question for him, regarding the event that they had both gone through... something that had not been tackled earlier.
He did not really understand immediately... "Uh, no... what do you mean?" He guessed what he was doing was blabbering...
...and a second later he realized just what she meant. "Uh, no, I didn't really see anything, I swear!" he spluttered; he must be even more a blabberer and even more suspicious at this point. "Auuugh..."
He covered his face with his hand. That question should have plenty of warnings before it was asked! She was his age, after all... "Just... believe me, okay?" he muttered.
Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Jan 29, 2012 16:54:34 GMT -6
Argh. What on Earth am I doing? I'm so embarrassed that I want to find myself a cavern and hide there for the rest of my life.
"A-Are you sure? You sure you don't see anything? Then why are you stuttering?" I still have to confirm it, as his answer sounds a bit... unconvincing. "I can't believe I made myself exposed like that in front of another boy! You boys tend to have your eyes wander a lot, especially where they shouldn't be!"
I have to make him say the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the whole truth, then deal with him appropriately.
"I-If you lie to me, you-you must take responsibility, you hear? And I mean it!"
Am I some kind of reincarnation of a divine flame beast? My body heat has risen to levels that probably can be used for steaming meat buns or roasting sweet potatoes. If this keeps up, I probably can't go to the rink anymore, as all the ice will melt the moment I show up.
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jan 30, 2012 9:38:40 GMT -6
The problem when you are digging the hole you are in is that, most of the time, you do not really know if your next move would get you higher... or deeper.
"B-because you asked!" he stammered, yet again, almost on cue.
He only usually felt self-conscious like this in front of Furukawa-senpai, and Fuukami-san definitely was not in that ascended level! Maybe her embarrassment was rubbing off on him; in theory, he was supposed to have nothing to be embarrassed about, but her asking that question made him think of the things that he did not see... if he did not see them, that is; while Ayumu could be observant, he could be rather careless with details, too, and most of the events that had transpired were a blur, except for their general thrust; 'Fuukami-san was drenched', like that.
So, well, he was embarrassed, and he was stammering. He might not be flushing as red as the girl involved, but he was definitely taken aback.
"I-I told you I didn't see anything!" he said, getting a bit defensive. He caught himself, lowering the volume of his voice, feeling embarrassed by the fact that he had made an emphatic statement... Fuukami-san had broken his general rhythm.
He sighed. He breathed. He pressed two fingers lightly upon the bridge of his nose.
Ugh, I helped her, and I was just finishing up and waiting to go home... and now, worst case, I will have to take responsibility of something I didn't even do... I wonder if everything involving her turns out like this...
Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Jan 30, 2012 16:47:32 GMT -6
So, he's still denying it? Well, considering the circumstances... maybe he's not lying. He was probably too preoccupied with the bizarre sequence to actually notice anything. Guess I'm being too conscious about my "exposure" there, and he's not the skirt-chasing type either, as far as I've known.
Is it me or has he just got embarrassed too? Maybe his mind is wandering into forbidden territories... Still, there's no point in not letting him of the hook for now, or this conversation will go nowhere.
"Um, alright then... I'll believe you... But if you try to do something indecent to me, I won't forgive you, understand?" I can't help but give him a warning. At least that will make sure he behaves.
"Still, you can look at me during my practice as much as you like..." My voice has been reduced to a whisper. Is it me, or my inner self the one saying that line? Even though he's already supposed to look at my when coming to my practice, and everyone is supposed to look at me during my performance, am I yearning for his gaze so much to the point of encouraging him not to take his eyes away from me?
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jan 31, 2012 18:10:10 GMT -6
While she had given him a tongue-lashing for no apparent reason... although most of what she had been doing he had found not much reason at all... she seemed to have relented, albeit with a stern precaution.
He sighed, yet again. "Yes..."
The pitter-patter echoing outside, muffled by the walls and the roof of this veritable fortress, however, was unwilling to relent, although Ayumu was not completely sure; sometimes the falling of the rain can sound the same even when it was less harsh... maybe he should look outside?
While being with Fuukami-san definitely was not unpleasant (if a bit stressful at times), at this point, it was not like there was more to do. It was only the weather, the cascade and the slush, that was keeping him from leaving. Besides, Fuukami-san's question had made the air between them a bit... awkward.
His eyes had been appreciating the ceiling until she said a little more. "Uh, what was it that you said?" he started, realizing that the girl had whispered something.
"Your practice?" he continued, catching but the semblance of the word in her breath, and assuming it was something related to that. "I'll try to come if I'm available..." he promised... although he guessed it was basically the same promise he had promised before, and he had not been able to follow through on that...
Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Feb 1, 2012 17:29:09 GMT -6
"Well... you don't need to if you're occupied..." I reply, while the heat from my face is still dissipating to the surroundings. "I don't expect you to come to all my sessions like going to school anyway."
What will he think when he sees me dancing around on the slippery ice, trying out all the possible maneuvers? It's like... I will show him another part of me, the me who is entirely focused on the rink, on my skating blades and my body movements, nothing more. It's just me and the hard icy surface.
"Well, once you can come... can you tell me how do I look when I'm skating?" Another question pops up in my head and come out of my mouth. "I'm curious... to find out a common person's opinion on my performance." A perfect reasoning, right, Iryna-chan?
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Feb 2, 2012 18:41:43 GMT -6
A lot of things had happened today... and it had only been his second meeting with this pink-haired girl.
She... she had done a lot of things that he did not understand... and some of those things he was almost sure she also did not understand. She was a girl, and he did not know much about girls unless it was his mother, his sister, or Furukawa-senpai...
Still, it seemed she had not been completely lying, although he posited that perhaps she should make some other friends besides him, even if, through some strange logic of hers that he could not yet comprehend, he was special.
It seemed... like she was beleaguered with something, although the Mizukami did not yet feel inclined to delve deeper about the roots of her distress; perhaps later, when he felt he knew her better. He might come across as being too nosy... and he kinew sometimes he was exactly that.
Still, he was happy he had managed to comfort her; he had not many opportunities like that, and he was no real expert in it. Perhaps he could continue... helping her. Maybe find her some more acquaintances. It would not be too presumptuous to think of himself as her friend, right?
"Well... I'm not really sure I could tell you anything besides 'It looks good' or 'It looks bad'..." he answered to Fuukami's request for his opinion... when he did see her prowess in the rink. "But I guess I'll try."
He gazed upon the windows that showed the stormy scenery outside. Perhaps he could hazard the elements now... "Maybe I could try going home now... it looks less... daunting." Of course, it just might be me...
Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Feb 3, 2012 18:53:40 GMT -6
"Um... Are you sure you can walk all the way home like that?" I can't help but raise another question. I'm not really sure why I asked, though. Is it out of curiosity, trying to find out how he can go home by himself, or is it out of my desire to stay with him a little longer?
"Still... thank you for all you've done." I turn my head down and twiddle with my fingers. "You... are welcome to come to my estate again, anytime." Maybe I need more reasons for him to come again. Well then...
"If you come again, you will have a chance to taste top-class Russian food. Our cooks are very well-trained in that field. You should give it a try. Even though you can have traditional Japanese dishes too if you like." Hope this can pique his curiosity a little, since I heard that boys can get easily swayed by good food.
Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Feb 4, 2012 0:56:17 GMT -6
"I think I can." he cheerfully declared.
Sure, it would be quite a long walk, since first he would have to get out of Fuukami-san's abode, and then the subdivision, and then to his own community, and then to his house... but then, long walks were one of the things Mizukami liked. Sure, it was raining, but the furies have greatly receded since they have arrived, and rain was the youth's affinity.
She seems to be saying goodbye... and at the same time inviting me again, perhaps in another time. And this request was more polite in wording than her order to me to attend her practices... I don't really get this girl.
"You sound like an advertisement." he chided, referring to her descriptions of the food served. No doubt she enjoyed culinary luxuries that his tongue had yet to know; in fact, to be honest, he was tempted to stay for dinner or something. But his work was done here, and he even had tea. Besides, it was reassuring... that this strange new friend of his has recovered, even for a while. (Well, all right, he did not have the right to call anyone strange...)
"I don't now how Russian food tastes like..." He massaged the back of his neck, thinking of what else to say.
"But if I have the time, and it is all right with you..." He was not really accustomed to visiting the houses of people, and he treated this occasion as a bit of an emergency... after all, it seemed dreadfully... familiar to go to the house of someone else...
"...I might come again." He chuckled nervously, pausing.
"Just... don't expect too much from me."
He made his way for the door, which will lead to the hallway, which will lead to the entrance, and then outside... the pitter-patter was calling him.
Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Feb 4, 2012 9:11:37 GMT -6
"Well, whatever. You sound like an athlete trying to be modest. see you at school."
After leaving a parting remark, I realize that it's already past dinner time, but well, considering the circumstances, I don't really have to be hurry.
However, I will only be eating dinner with just Mama again, even I had hoped that we could have had a nice cozy family dinner, which we have lacked for a very long time.
Sure, I enjoy all the luxuries available to me, but now, I just desire a very ordinary thing, a thing that many commoners have, but I don't. Even though I still believe in Papa, believe that he cares for our family the most, his lack of presence in this mansion is like a jigsaw puzzle missing its final piece, and makes the estate seems too large for just a pair of mother and daughter.
Looks like we have to eat the cake by ourselves, and save some for Papa, if he can come home tomorrow that is. Maybe I can kill some time by asking Mama to teach me how to make some simple dishes that can be put in a bento, so that I can stay away from the noisy cafeteria, and I'll give him some, too...
Wait, wait, what? Making lunch for him? What am I thinking? I-I'm not going out with him or anything like that. Maybe I can give him some to repay him for helping me out, but... will it cause any misunderstandings? And why does he pop up in my mind again in the first place?