Wanderment
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 30, 2009 1:01:34 GMT -6
halflooking is an art. It was lunch break. Ayumu wasn't feeling hungry yet; he didn't want to join in the usual scramble for bread in the cafeteria, and he was easily satisfied; any of the not-so-bestselling breads that the rabid student folk would spare was good enough for him. Of course, should those turn out to be too scanty for his varying appetite, he would simply just, erm... take it out on dinner. His father may not be the best chef in the world, but his cooking was wonderful. Age does not dull Mizukami Hiroshi's skills. The usually pokerface Ayumu allowed himself to grin at the thought.
The corridors were a desolate business; people were either eating downstairs, in the grounds, or in the cafeteria. A few more were eating in rooms, although Ayumu wasn't quite sure that was allowed; he even heard of the top student of the seniors, Ichinose, eating in the library, according to rumors. He had eaten a lot of breakfast, too. Fried rice peppered nicely had always been hard to mess up. Juana didn't seem too fond of it, however... he sighed, absentmindedly. He could interact very well with just himself. Other people were a different matter.
He had been trying to find out just where Furukawa-senpai is. Well, he wasn't really putting much effort into it; he was actually only touring the corridors of the third floor, and the second floor, going this way and that like a kite being toyed upon by the wind. He didn't really know much about his target upperclassman... well, target may not be a very good description... so he wasn't quite sure where to find her. She had friends last year with whom she ate lunch with, and for a moment, Ayumu had pondered how to get through that barricade, first. Then again, the current difficulty was that he could not find what he was looking for.
Perhaps he should try the old building...
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Post by whammy3 on Nov 6, 2009 21:59:31 GMT -6
With one last push, Nagisa was freed from the crowds that had attacked the cafeteria. Of course, it had been that someone else had pushed her out of the crowd, so she had stumbled a little before finally regaining her own sense of balance. She usually was among the last to eat, so she had not really experienced the full on power of the crowds, and after today she really didn’t want to do so again. It was a rather frightening experience, and with all those people around her she felt rather nervous. There was even a chance she’d be trampled if she hadn’t gotten her bread and ran. With her small size, well, it would have been easy for something like that to happen.
That, however, wasn’t something to concern herself with now. She had succeeded in getting her special treat for the day; a package of anpan. Now all she had to do was find a spot to quietly sit down and eat, and she could enjoy her treat. The courtyard was always an option, but there was also the Drama Room. At least there she had a chance of running into Tomoya, though that might have been a bit optimistic. He had his own lunch, and while she was grateful for all he had done for her so far, she wasn’t sure if he would want to spend lunch with her. He had done it a few times, but he always seemed a bit off during those moments.
Still, it wouldn’t hurt anything, and if she finished early she could start working on cleaning the place up. So with that in mind, she headed towards the old building for lunch. The anpan was right in her hand, being gently held as she walked. As she began to reach the old building, however, she noticed a boy was in the area as well. The site was a bit odd as most people were now at lunch, and almost nobody ever used the old building in the first place. Combined, well, it was just plain interesting to see someone here. He looked a bit young, and the patch on his uniform signified him as a second year. Hmm, too old to be lost if that was the case. So why was he here?
”Excuse me, is there something I can help you with?” she asked, her voice gentle in hopes of not scaring the kid as she walked up from behind him. Hopefully it was a simple matter she could handle; she’d hate to disappoint this person, even if she wasn’t sure she knew him. There was something familiar about him though…
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Nov 7, 2009 0:53:03 GMT -6
hope. hop. hap. hapless. The meanderer finally decided to go on with his whim. He had come down from the 'new' building, called that way because there was an old building. The two structures weren't exactly put together, so he had to come by the courtyard to get to his destination. There were people all about; Ayumu, personally, didn't like crowds that much, but they were well dispersed and minding their own business, so he had no right to hold a grudge with them. The school's grounds were spacious enough. Really, maybe he should have just gone to the cafeteria. Furukawa bought bread for lunch, didn't she? Then again, cramped places weren't his style...
As he went to and fro in his mind in his analysis of his position, a voice broke him out of his reverie. The voice was very familiar, even though it was quite a while since he had heard that voice. He was already at the front of the original school building; the air felt like it had an aura of musty seniority; it was slightly decadent but definitely well maintained. This was where certain clubs had their rooms... he forgot what kind of clubs, but he knew they definitely weren't athletic or anything. Thinking that the one who called out to him was one of those club members, he thought he should just ignore her. Then again, he should stop being rude at times when he wanted to escape attention. He should at least face her, shake his head, and go his way. That was the plan. The best made plans...
He did turn around. The sight that greeted him was absurdly familiar; in fact, it was a sight he was looking for. The short brown hair, the small hands holding a plastic bag containing anpan... was that what it was called? There were the eyes that seemed to ask the same question as the voice. For a moment, he simply stood there, looking at her like a hyena stricken by dumbness and sore throat. He even forgot to wear a deadpan face; he didn't exactly know what expression popped up on his face. Instinctively, he turned right back again, abruptly. He covered his face with his hands.
"Sorry. I'll just compose myself."
That was Furukawa-senpai. That was Furukawa-senpai. Of course the voice was familiar! That was Furukawa-senpai. That was Furukawa-senpai. What did she say again? He should really do something about his attention span. That was Furukawa-senpai. That was Furukawa-senpai. She said something about... if there was something she could help him with. That was Furukawa-senpai. He finally stopped gasping for air; he actually was gasping for hair the whole duration he had turned his back again to his upperclassman. Geez, Fate knew how to give a fright. That's why suspense films keep him on the edge rather than horror films. Then again, horror films are implementing suspense nowadays. Hey, what was he thinking about? That was Furukawa-senpai!
"Uh, um..."
Slowly, he turned around again. It was really Furukawa-senpai. He wasn't getting his nerves wracked up over nothing. There wasn't a great big translator moth on his eye. Is there such a thing as a translator moth? He blinked once, twice. He realized he couldn't think of anything to say. Did she remember him? He wondered if it was less stupid to stay there wordless, or say something completely random.
There is enough time to interrupt him before he decides. He is naturally indecisive, after all. OC: I love this post. ^_^
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Post by whammy3 on Nov 8, 2009 15:50:23 GMT -6
Nagisa stood silently as the boy turned around, but was rather confused by the look of absolute surprise on his face. He turned around too quickly for her to get a good look at him, but it was a rather familiar face. She had a feeling she knew where this boy was from, but until she could look at him a bit longer, there wasn’t much she could do to help remember. Still, he was acting rather odd, having to compose himself and whatnot. Was there something wrong with her that made him act so surprised? Maybe he was doing something against the rules out here and her presence scared him? Nah, that wasn’t the issue. If that was the case then he would have ran off, not talk to her.
She noticed that the boy was breathing rather hard as he turned around. Did he have asthma or something? Or did she scare him so hard that he was made breathless. Oh, that wasn’t good at all. She didn’t mean to scare him that much. She was going to have to apologize to him and hope that it calmed him down some. It was the least she could do after all. Besides, if someone had snuck up on her and scared her, then she would have liked them to say there were sorry to her. Do unto others as you want done onto you. That was the phrase, correct?
”I hope I didn’t give you that big of a fright.” she said, some slight worry in her tone. She didn’t reach out for him or anything, wanting to respect his space, and her natural reserved personality.
The boy finally turned around again, and was being rather speechless. There really must have been something wrong with him if he was acting like this. Maybe she should bring him to the school nurse for help. Then again, other than being speechless and a little nervous, there wasn’t anything wrong with him. Maybe he was just a naturally shy person like herself? In that case everything he was doing was explainable. It was just natural for people like them to talk to strangers. Also, since he was a younger grade, he might have been nervous to talk someone from an older grade.
Wait, she did know where this person was from! Now that she could look at his face better, she remembered. One of her friends from last year had a little brother, and this was his friend, right? His name was Mizukami or something. Nagisa wondered if he remembered her at all. She didn’t see him that much since it was only when she was at her friend’s house, and if he was around. She didn’t even talk to him that much either. The only reason she remembered his name was because her friend was always complaining about how her brother and him were so bothersome.
”Uhm, excuse me, but aren’t you Mizukami Ayumu? I believe I know you from somewhere.” she asked, thinking it wouldn’t hurt. However, if she was wrong about this, then it would be rather embarrassing on her part.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Nov 8, 2009 17:10:10 GMT -6
impromptu. "Sorry about that. I don't... usually make that face."
Recovering from the initial shock was something Ayumu hadn't completely finished. He finally managed to utter something that had meaning, though his mind somewhat failed to truly comprehend what his mouth was saying. It was like his mouth was controlled by a different brain, one operating in case of emergency. In this case, it seems this emergency brain was doing its job in the most correct fashion. If not, Ayumu might have more to be embarrassed about than having his crush suddenly appear in front of him.
He had been taking the situation rather leisurely, as he always did, but well... how should he put it? He felt rather cornered. He wasn't displeased... no, just quite the opposite... of seeing Furukawa-senpai... it was just that he... wasn't all that... prepared. Well, what could you have done to be prepared? he asked himself, partly in jest. He strained to fix his face and to raise his eyes to the upperclassman who was waiting for a reply.
"Um... I'm... not frightened. Just... a little... surprised." Apparently, recovery required large periodic intakes of air. Okay, just exaggerating. Heartbeat okay... mind just stopped screaming 'It's Furukawa-senpai'... deadpan face... check. It wasn't everyday that the object of your affection adopted ghostly methods of appearing. Or was it simply his fault for simultaneously letting his mind and his body drift aimlessly? Maybe he should really try to be more in touch with reality. Naaah... he never could. Besides, this was the first time... perhaps it was the natural mechanism of the world... he had shocked a few underclassmen in middle school for apparently suddenly appearing behind them... karma?
"Uh..." he was saying Uh a lot more frequently today. He didn't even have asthma or cough. Really. "...yes, that's me. Mizukami Ayumu." He repeated his name slowly, as if hearing it for the first time. He almost said, 'yes, you do know me from somewhere', but stopped himself midthought. That didn't sound right. Usually, he wouldn't mind blurting it out. It was what came to mind.
Instead, he opted to continue as if he wasn't actually shaken at all. "You're... Furukawa-senpai, right?" A rhetorical question. Of course she was Furukawa-senpai, unless she has a twin or something! came the resounding chorus in his head. Like I said, it is a rhetorical question, he thought, silencing the many other imaginary versions of himself into simply watching what would transpire next. He was getting back into his groove. Though Furukawa-senpai always had him a little off... even before... he thanked the heavens Furukawa-senpai didn't like scaring people or something. He should probably be saying something else... something more... but he felt he should take another pause. He didn't like giving himself away, and he had quite given a bit of himself already.
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Post by whammy3 on Nov 9, 2009 19:17:50 GMT -6
”It’s all right, I snuck up on you. I’d be rather alarmed if someone did that to me as well,” Nagisa replied as the boy apologized for his face.
It hadn’t been a bother at all (Nagisa wasn’t much of a liar so she meant what she had said). A little offsetting maybe, but as she had surprised or scared him, it was the least he could have done. It was forgivable considering the circumstances. He still seemed a little off, and her mouth turned down in slight worry at it. Was she really that scary of a person? She didn’t think she was. Size was she was smaller than a lot of the other kids, even the people in grades below her. And considering her rather frail and sickly body at times, a scary person she simply didn’t make.
Eventually he mentioned she didn’t scare him, just surprise her. That made her feel a lot better, but at the same time it didn’t. She really didn’t like that she had caused him to act so panicked and overall nervous. Scaring people was simply not something she liked to do. But it seemed as if he was starting to calm down some, which eased her guilt a bit. At least he was making complete sentences now, with the occasional uhms. But that was normal speech, so it didn’t bother her.
Nagisa’s worried frown turned into a slight smile when the boy affirmed her suspicion of his identity. She was glad she was able to remember him; people didn’t like to be forgotten. Besides, he seemed to be a nice boy, so forgetting him would have been rather rude. It seems, however, that she hadn’t made such an impression on him, as he had to ask to make sure that she was Furukawa. No surprise really; she had only seen him a few times going over to her friends, and they hadn’t talked much them. If he had remembered her, well, that would have been very surprising indeed.
”Yes, I’m Furukawa Nagisa. You were one of my friend’s younger brother’s friends, correct?” she asked, hoping to cement her idea of who he was. It was a minor detail, but if she was going to talk to somebody, she wanted all her information to be correct. If she messed something up and said something wrong, it would be rather embarrassing, though she doubted he would mind. He seemed to be a rather shy person himself, so he would be used to such slip-ups.
Then she remembered that it was lunch period, and she still had to eat her anpan. There didn’t seem to be enough time for her to chat with him and then eat lunch, and the drama room wasn’t that far. The only sensible thing to do was to invite him to eat with her. It was a bit of a big step for her, but she did need to learn to eat with people other than Okazaki-san, right? Taking a breath, she smiled sweetly as she asked.
”It’s getting a bit late in lunch, so would you mind having lunch with me so we have time to talk?”
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Nov 13, 2009 0:50:12 GMT -6
fumble, fumble, fumble~ Furukawa-senpai reassured him, and he was reassured. Perhaps in other things Mizukami Ayumu might be complicated, even hard to understand, but in the matter of his beloved... erm, okay, he was touchy about using that adjective, since that made it even more sharply one-sided... his upperclassman, the boy was as simple as any other boy his age. Nothing could be simpler; there was her pleasant expression, her slightly pale skin, her brown, sincere eyes, and her fluffly brown hair and her antennae... erm... and so, Mizukami Ayumu was reassured of the simplicity of things.
"Yes..." he replied. "Akasaka was my friend, and Akasaka-senpai was his sister... your friend." His mouth was a bit dry. Indeed, that was their relation; he was a friend. A friend of the younger brother of a friend. That was also very simple, although there felt a slight twinge; Ayumu's mind subconsciously repeated the words, adding 'just'... just one of my friend's younger brother's friends. He felt there could be a joke made on that, dealing with a chain of connections, a father's sister's aunt's grandmother's... however, he simply wasn't much of a jokester, so he settled down with copying his senpai's smile, as best as he could. Furukawa-senpai's smile was hers alone.
He wondered how to go about the conversation; as had been already repeated several times, Ayumu didn't really think of what to say; in hindsight, perhaps even if he thought of what to say, even if he prepared, perhaps he wouldn't be able to recall it properly, to say it properly right now. The shock had dwindled, but Ayumu still felt awkward, and he hoped the awkwardness wasn't shining off his face. He could almost feel the density of his conversational clumsiness in his joints.
On the other hand, he was deeply grateful that Furukawa-senpai remembered him. It took quite a while for his brain to register that fact. He almost felt like jumping for joy, only he might be embarrassing himself even more with that kind of action, and he would make himself suspicious. Furukawa-senpai didn't seem to think of him as suspicious, and he was very grateful of that, too. He had always been a mess in social stuff; one could probably consider him shy, and his so-called shyness multiplied on certain occasions... such as this.
"...would you mind having lunch with me so we have time to talk?”
Okay, so if Furukawa-senpai's appearance was the earthquake, was this the aftershock? How could he refuse her invitation? He felt like he was being merely reactive, that he wasn't actively introducing content into the conversation, but there was time for that later. Of course he would be glad to have lunch with her, but the main problem was that he didn't have lunch. He actually had planned on skipping lunch today. Really, the consequences of decisions which we consider eensy-weensy... he fell into a quandary, yet again. Furukawa-senpai's face seemed so earnest.
"Um... I haven't really bought lunch... yet." he muttered, not sure how this was going to work itself out. Was there still enough time for lunch and Furukawa-senpai? Well, lunch could be Furukawa-senpai... wait, what was he thinking? Well, it would be awkward for her to eat while he merely looks on... agh. It seems, for this moment, that the word that would fit him would be 'awkward'. He felt like making a nametag featuring that lone word. Later... if he makes it out of this alive...
OC: Almighty Leader, it seems you are enjoying this. After all, there aren't many people that Nagisa can fluster. Haha.
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Post by whammy3 on Nov 16, 2009 19:07:41 GMT -6
Nagisa was right again. That was two times in a row now. Apparently her memory was better than she thought it was. Now that she knew who he was and no longer bothered by the lingering questioning of his identity. She could now proceed with no fear of messing up his name or anything else like that. Hopefully, though, he didn’t try and bring up old meetings. In that case she was so sure she would mess up, and didn’t want to hurt his feelings by not remembering him completely.
”Well then, I guess I should say it is nice to see you again.” she replied. She tilted her head as she noticed he was starting to act up again, but a smile showed and she was relieved again. So far it seemed he was rather happy, that she hadn’t offended him or anything like that.
That was till she offered to have lunch with him. He seemed to freeze up all over again, and Nagisa feared that she had done something wrong? Did he already have plans for it and therefore too embarrassed to say something about it? Or was it that he just didn’t want to have lunch with her. As she stood there in anticipation of an answer, she played around with the bag of anpan that was in her hand at the moment. Just about the time he brought it up, Nagisa noticed the lack of lunch on him. That must have been the issue at hand; he didn’t have a lunch to eat. It was a rather simple problem to solve really; she would just share her lunch with his. Sure, she might be a little hungry later, but she lived in a bakery; she could just grab something once she got home.
”Oh, is that it? Well, if you don’t mind, I’d be glad to share some of my anpan with you.” she replied as she started to get it out. However, she remembered that they were still in the hallway. They probably should get to a room first before eating so they didn’t make a mess all over the place due to the crumbs.
”Uhm, would you mind following me for a moment. I already know a good room for us to eat in.” she said as she started walking again.
The room was her original destination; the Drama Club room. It was a comfortable place for her to eat in, and there was the chance Okazaki-san was there or was going to show up there. If not, well, Ayumu-san seemed like he would serve as a nice companion to eat lunch with. Hopefully he didn’t mind having to share the lunch. Some people had issues with that; a fear of getting germs and all that. Nagisa didn’t mind though; she could cut up the bread and share it that way. It wasn’t too much trouble for her.
Deep down, however, Nagisa thought of another way to take this lunch. Ayumu-san was a very nice boy, and if he was wandering around here, maybe he was looking to join the club! This was her chance to recruit a new member, and it kind of worried her a bit. What could she say to him to get him to join? Would he be wanting to join it anyway? Oh, it was a very fearful thought to her that as she walked she started mumbling “anpan” (yes, she knew she had one already, but since she would have to split it she didn’t get a full one) to strengthen her up a little. Hopefully Ayumu-san didn’t hear and think her a completely weird person.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Nov 17, 2009 13:44:02 GMT -6
quandary. not first, not last. The boy's eyes slightly widened at his upperclassman's generous offer. It was by percentage, not by size, that one saw the amount. Really, how many people would easily think of giving up half of their lunch for a guy they halfknew? (Would that mean that if Nagisa knew Ayumu better, she would give him the whole anpan?) Ayumu discreetly shook his head, as if the action would shake away his deviating thoughts.
Anpan was... on the food itself, he wasn't exactly crazy for it, but it wasn't something he detested either. Sure, probably, he wouldn't be satisfied with just half a piece of bread with sweet stuffing, considering the fact that even with his small frame, he was a remarkable glutton at times. Then again, he was actually planning on not having lunch up to a while ago. Maybe he could do with a half lunch. He just hoped the enzymes in his stomach wouldn't hold a mass protest. Seriously.
But wait... would Furukawa-senpai be okay with just half of her lunch remaining? She gave that half... and half is big... so easily, it was a little disturbing. Before he could voice out his protest... or his concern... or his getting-muted-over-time reluctance to partake of whatever Furukawa was going to give him, the senior led the way, saying that she knew of a place where they could eat. He had a lot of things to say to her; some he had thought in his solace, while he was wishfully thinking; others, like the more impending and urgent ones right now, cooked up by the moment. Still, should he actually accept Furukawa's offer? It would be impolite to refuse his senpai's gift, but it would probably lessen her rations... or was he just making up excuses in his mind to avoid being even more flustered by actually having lunch with her?
As his thoughts became jumbled, his feet remained straight, following the petite brown-haired girl that said that she knew of a good place where they could eat the meager meal. In the old building? Did Furukawa have a club or something? Or maybe it was the rumored reference room? He decided to put off those thoughts for later; he was having a lot to juggle in his mind, already. The small form cast a small shadow, preceding him by two meters or so; he limited his strides so that he wouldn't unnecessarily overtake Furukawa-senpai. It seemed like an avatar of cuteness was going before him. Agh, where did that thought come from?
Procrastinating with a bit of biting on his lip, he decided he would... try... to ask her, once they got there. It would... probably... be hard for him. He probably wouldn't be running out of things to say to her; the problem was if he could actually say them. He should probably ask her if it was okay, the anpan-sharing, that is, even just to reassure himself; how she had been doing; why she was still here... not that he was not thankful that she was still here.
"It is." It was a very belated reply, and only the continuing sentence would clear up what he meant. "...it is nice to see you again, Furukawa-senpai."
He'll just say all that was bothering him later. Hopefully. Agh.
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Post by whammy3 on Nov 20, 2009 19:13:20 GMT -6
Nagisa tilted her head, confused, at his reaction to her offer. He seemed a bit surprised about something, but she didn’t know what. This was all starting to get really confusing. Every time she did something, he would start acting weird, clam up, and act scared or surprised. Hopefully he wasn’t feeling sick or anything. While she didn’t know him that well, Nagisa didn’t wish for anybody to be feeling sick. But other than the frightened exterior, it didn’t look as if he was ill. No fever, no red faced, no disorientation. It didn’t seem like there was anything wrong with him.
”Ayumu-san, are you feeling all right? You seem to be acting rather strange.”
Maybe he needed food? If that was the case, then her offer of anpan was a rather good thing. Having some food in his system would hopefully feel better. It would give him some energy, and remove all the side effects that being hungry had. Unless his stomach wasn’t feeling good, in which case food was a bad thing. It would probably make him feel worse, and from the way he was acting she had a feeling that by offering food, he wouldn’t reject it. He seemed to be to nice to do something like that, so she would have to make it clear that she wouldn’t be bothered at all if he rejected the offer.
”If you’re not feeling well, you don’t have to eat any anpan. I wouldn’t want to upset your stomach…if that’s the case.” she replied.
As she headed towards the room, she noticed that Ayumu was staying right behind him. That didn’t help her thoughts at all; if he was moving slow, maybe something was wrong. It would be best for her to stay back and wait for him, so she slowed her pace till he was able to catch up with her. That way if something was wrong, she could react faster to him, oh, falling over or something like that. There was still plenty of time left for them to get to the room and eat, so it wasn’t like they were in a rush. In fact, the door was right up ahead!
”There’s the room,” she casually commented on as she walked a little faster to open the door for the two of them. It was still a bit of a mess, but at least they had fit in a table and some chairs. Hopefully he’d sit down in one and rest. Sick people shouldn’t be moving about; and she’d be the best person to give such advice afterall.
”Please, take a seat. I’m sorry we don’t have any tea or anything in here, but I think there’s a vending machine somewhere nearby with juice…” she added as she waited for him to enter the room. It was then that he finally said something in response to the “Nice to see you again” comment. Well, at least he was talking. A little late, but it was the thought that counts. Before they could keep going, however, she wanted to know how he was feeling. If he was sick, she’d get him to the nurse right away.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Nov 21, 2009 14:21:33 GMT -6
rally to me. [/center] "Um... really... I'm all right."
If Ayumu had known just how much Nagisa had been worrying about his strange actions, he might have done some really rabid apologizing, or he might have fainted, whichever was more convenient at the time. Then again, the boy was no mind reader, and he was at times a bit insensitive, or a little dense. He did realize that the Furukawa-senpai he'd been awkwardly dealing with for quite a while looked a little concerned. He fully realized this when they reached the room, and when she spoke about him theoretically being sick, and acting strange. Okay, so he did realize, but he did not know how much worry had been expended, so he would just be apologetic. Not rabidly apologetic. And in hindsight, fainting wasn't a good idea ot do in front of somebody like Furukawa-senpai...
"I've been told that I'm a bit strange..." Okay, so he was strange in different ways, and what he was doing here definitely was classified as strange. Hey, he was under the influence of the... the... Unmentionable! Well, if Furukawa-senpai remembered him clearly, she'd also know that this was strange, all these stuff he was doing. He didn't mind if Furukawa-senpai didn't remember him that clearly; he wasn't very... striking. Endless pondering about a person generates unease when confronted with said person. Mizukami Ayumu had always been a tad obsessive. He smiled bashfully, his eyes sincere. Still, his smile may not be assurance enough that he was healthy. Well, maybe he wasn't that healthy, but that was another matter altogether...
"Furukawa-senpai, really, I'm okay." he emphatically repeated, unconsciously scratching the back of his head as he spoke the words. At least he wasn't muttering all about the place now. It would be really awkward to be awkward around Furukawa-senpai forever, since... it was really awkward. That didn't make any sense. In any case, even though he didn't know the thoughts that were running about his upperclassman's little (and adorable!) head, he didn't want to add to her wrinkles. Not that Furukawa-senpai had wrinkles, mind you. Hopefully she would never have even one.
The nervous duo eventually reached their destination. Furukawa-senpai's choice of room was... well, not questionable, but it was strange. It had enough space, but it seemed like a warehouse, only that most of the stuff that should have littered everywhere was pushed back, stacked, nearer to the walls, to make some space. In the middle was a lone table, and some chairs. Ayumu surmised that there were two possible conclusions: Furukawa-senpai liked deserted places, although he couldn't visualize her pushing and heaving all those boxes, and second, that this room was something of importance to his senpai, no matter how it looked like. At any rate, his upperclassman was very accommodating, not only was she offering to share her lunch with him, he was even lead to a deserted room... okay, not liking this train of thought.
He smiled at her comment about juice. Maybe he could offer to fetch the drinks later, unless Furukawa-san wanted to shoulder all the responsibility herself. It may be chivalrous to do stuff for the girls, but it might be an insult to them if they wanted to do it themselves. It was tricky. He was being more like his mild self, though Furukawa-senpai's presence and Furukawa-senpai's lunch that they will share and Furukawa-senpai's room definitely bothered him, somewhat. He guessed he hadn't practiced his poker face enough. He took a seat, like she requested. He should say... something. Like her having to sit down too.
"Shouldn't you have graduated, Furukawa-senpai?"
The moment he uttered those words, he thought himself very tactless indeed. [/size]
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Post by whammy3 on Nov 23, 2009 20:15:22 GMT -6
Ayumu reassured Nagisa that he was fine, but she still felt some concern. He was a really nice boy; he could just be telling her that he was fine just so she didn’t worry. That only made her more worried in return. Deep down she knew she was probably overreacting and over-thinking all this, but that was part of her nature. She simply couldn’t help but worry about others, especially someone who might be sick. Since she had a lot of experience being sick, she thought she would be able to notice if someone else was getting sick. So with Ayumu acting funny and trying to deny anything was going on, it just got her concerned.
He then popped in saying that people have told him that was strange. That was a rather depressing thing to say to someone. It was a bit mean to tell someone they were strange, even if they acted a little different from everybody else. But there was absolutely nothing wrong with being shy. It didn’t one strange; a little awkward to be around with yes, but not strange. Nagisa was no stranger to the issues being shy could bring, and so felt rather sympathetic to his plight.
”I don’t think being shy is strange. You seem like a very nice boy so I don’t see why they would call you that?” she replied, hoping that a compliment would cheer him up. Then again, from her experience, compliments caused her to blush and panicky deny whatever it was she was being complimented about. Hopefully he wasn’t the same way.
He reassured her again that he was fine, and adding in the comments about ‘being strange’, Nagisa could believe him. The issue now wasn’t a sickness; he was just being shy. So she could finally let the disease thing go from her mind and decided on just simply focusing on talking with him. That always seemed to be the best way to get someone to break from their shyness. At least that is how Tomoya has broken her out of her own shyness…partially. Tomoya provided her with someone she felt safe to talk with now that all of her friends were gone, so maybe all Ayumu needed was someone to talk to.
”Okay, I believe you. Come on, let’s finally get some lunch.” she cheerfully replied as the two of them sat down to begin their meal.
As she sat, she carefully opened the bag of anpan and broke it in half the best she could. Part of it was a little bigger than the other, so she gave him that piece. She would survive; she’d just have something else to eat. Just as she was about to eat, however, Nagisa noticed that Ayumu was looking at the room kind of oddly. That wasn’t surprising; it was a mess after all. Then again, most people didn’t come to an abandoned room in the middle of the day, so maybe he just thought that it was odd that they were here? Maybe she should inform him of the purpose of the room?
Before she could get the chance to do so, however, he spoke up about her not having graduated. It took Nagisa by surprise, but it was an issue that she probably should have expected anyway. He already knew her from his friend’s sister, so he should have known that she was a senior last year. Putting down her anpan, she went to answer the question.
”Oh, well, I’m not sure if your friend brought it up, but I got really sick last year, and I missed not only the exams but several months of school. I have to retake the year before I graduate…” she replied kind of nervously, not sure how Ayumu would take to the news. She didn’t want him to get over concerned about her own health.
”Anyway, let’s talk about something else,” she responded more cheerfully, though with a hint of nervousness wanting to get away from the topic,”Uhm, you’re probably wondering about the room. You see, I’m trying to uhm, restart the Drama Club?”
She hoped Ayumu wouldn’t get too offended by her bringing up the topic. She didn’t want him thinking the only reason she invited him to lunch was to recruit him. Nagisa really did want to talk to him; he was sort of an old friend, and other than Tomoya and Sunohara, she didn’t know anybody.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Nov 24, 2009 19:21:45 GMT -6
water cross water Ayumu settled himself into the chair. Even if the room had a disorganized feel to it, it still was a room with Furukawa-senpai in it. He listened attentively and watched closely as his schoolmate responded to his words; he thought it would take more to make her believe he was all right, but he was happy to have been proven wrong.
She assumed that he was shy; well, in a way, he was, although some have criticized him of being quite different, something like snobbish. Though he didn't care much about public opinion, as long as people didn't drool over him or persecute him, it was kind of nice to hear Furukawa's opinion of him, even though he wasn't quite sure that she remembered him fully; it might just be her perception of him from a few minutes ago. Still, as he remembered, it had always been Furukawa-senpai's style to believe that people were good-natured. He wished that it was so.
Even with this, he still felt a little embarrassed when Furukawa remarked that he was a very nice boy. Even though the adjective was a little shallow, it was just nice, with a little bonus very, Ayumu could not help but have a thrill run through his spine. He smiled a little bashfully, but definitely not uncomfortably. He reached the resignation that he may be awkward with Furukawa, but he definitely was delighted of her company as well. He didn't react as sensitively, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks. "Thank you." he uttered, looking at the table for a while, hiding his eyes. It was rude not to accept a compliment from such a beautiful person, even if one found the compliment something one did not deserve. If Furukawa-senpai believed him to be nice, then he will try to live up to it. He fixed his position on his seat.
It had taken quite a while before they had gotten to their meal; it was a bit of a meager meal, at that, in his opinion, and he thought, yet again, that Furukawa shouldn't have shared it with him, even though a part of him was screaming 'it's from Furukawa-senpai! it's from Furukawa-senpai!' "Are you okay with that piece, Furukawa-senpai?" he paused, in order to avoid a ridiculous stammer. "I mean, mine seems a bit larger..." Not that he was complaining...but it really did seem a bit larger, the piece that he had received and that Furukawa-senpai had so graciously offered.
She had chosen to answer the question that had been bothering him, even if his wording wasn't completely polite. "I-I'm sorry for saying-- for asking it that way, senpai." Even though Furukawa didn't seem to be the type to be so easily offended, he wanted to clear the aberration in his actions.
So she was sick... she and he had been acquainted mainly because Furukawa-senpai visited Akasaka-senpai for notes of when she was sick... well, Akasaka-senpai sometimes dragged her... was it that worse? Ayumu could not help but have a passing, worried glance on his face. He tried to erase the expression as quickly as possible, but the thought remained. How was she? Maybe she really should have the whole anpan. "Um, are you really okay with sharing your lunch with me?" he asked. Furukawa-san might need all the nutrition she could have. "I could do without." Never mind the awkwardness that comes from not eating while somebody else is eating.. It seemed a little ironic that it was Ayumu worrying about Furukawa's health, this time. Positions reversed? Or was this just a contagious bout of worry? Agh.
It was at that point that Furukawa brought up another topic. Perhaps she didn't want him to worry too much, just like he had wanted her not to worry too much about him. Not that Furukawa-senpai was a worrywart or anything. Drama Club? It seemed... unlike her, though he confessed that he probably did not know enough of Furukawa-san to be able to assume anything. Maybe she was different at the stage... or something. He had heard the Drama Club close last year... he was sure Senpai wasn't part of it last year. Could she handle it? "I don't know what help I could be... I'm not really a theatre-type of person." he declared. Still, it was a club with Furukawa-senpai in it! Wait... were there other members? "Have you found other people, Furukawa-senpai?"
Like begets like. Maybe he was the worrywart. He was being uncharacteristically responsive, after all.
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Post by whammy3 on Nov 27, 2009 12:41:12 GMT -6
Ayumu accepted the compliment rather shyly. Nagisa was starting to see a lot of herself in this boy; he was shy, awkward, and apparently unable to believe someone was actually complimenting him at all. Sure, he responded differently than she did (she usually denied that the compliment was needed), but his looking down at the table was all she needed to see to know what he was thinking. This meeting was turning out to be something a lot more philosophical than she thought it might be; she was looking at herself, metaphorically speaking. This boy was mirroring her own behaviors, and with that in mind she could analyze herself. From this perspective, she could see why Tomoya acted so rough around her; it was his way of solving the problem.
Nagisa, however, didn’t want to act that way. She couldn’t act that way at all; she simply didn’t have the snark that Tomoya had. So if she wanted to help this boy, and therefore herself since they were so similar, she was going to have to do it her way. It might take longer, but at least she was going to be herself. There was no way she could ever be like Tomoya. Besides, she berated Tomoya every once in awhile for his behavior; she’d be a hypocrite if she acted like him, wouldn’t she?
”Your welcome,” she replied before they all started to eat.
When she handed him the slightly larger piece, Ayumu had noticed and asked her about it. He apparently didn’t want the bigger piece, wanting her to have it instead. Nagisa didn’t mind it at all; she was older, but boys always seemed to eat more than girls anyway. He probably had more of a need of it than she did. She simply shook her head before replying.
”No, it’s fine. I-I can live with it. I’ll just get something to eat when I get home. My family owns a bakery so I can get this sort of thing easily.” she responded, hoping by adding that last bit he’d leave the issue be.
Ayumu had apparently regretted asking about why she hadn’t graduated, by Nagisa wasn’t going to hold it against him. She had already been asked that question many times before, so it wasn’t like it was a sore issue with her. The entire situation apparently had been reversed by this point; he was the one being worried about her. It was a very ironic turn of events. Before she could answer, however, he went on again about whether or not she was really fine sharing her lunch. It was easy enough to understand; if she had a history of being sick, not eating would be a bad thing to do. But Nagisa was fine now; she hadn’t gotten a fever or anything since that time. She could live with eating a small lunch one day.
”Don’t worry about me, I’m fine now. Just go ahead and enjoy your lunch. A smaller lunch is better than nothing.” she replied, trying to calm the situation down. She was a little flustered as she said it, but more because she wasn’t used to all this attention outside of her family.
When Ayumu mentioned that he wasn’t a theatre-type of person, Nagisa’s mood saddened a little. While she really wanted people to join, if Ayumu didn’t like drama then she wasn’t going to make him join. She wanted people to join because they wanted to, not because she asked them to. That, and if he wasn’t much of a theatre-person, then she didn’t know what he could help with. Maybe decorating scenery, but that was about it. And she didn’t know if he would be into that sort of thing.
”Oh, okay then. Don’t worry about it if that’s the case,” she replied, faking a more cheerful voice so he didn’t worry about her. She didn’t want to guilt trip him into helping her.
As for the question about her having some other people, Nagisa didn’t know how to answer. She wanted to say Tomoya and Sunohara were helping, but Tomoya made it clear he didn’t want to join. But then again, if she said she was the only member, that wasn’t going to help draw people in. Oh, she really hoped Tomoya wouldn’t mind her ‘lying’ about his position in the club.
”Uhm, I do have two guys helping me with it. Okazaki Tomoya and Sunohara Youhei.”
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Dec 1, 2009 22:15:38 GMT -6
itty bitty backflows~ Having his offer, to rescind his share of the anpan, rejected, Ayumu slunk back into his seat, still with the slightest reluctance examining his piece. Sweet stuff and pastries... well, to say he wasn't keen on them wouldn't be true, although truthfully, he thought the taste of anpan was something that he wouldn't want to eat everyday... maybe once in a while, compared to other sugary breads that Ayumu had been able to learn of and encounter in his few years' stay in Japan.
So Furukawa-senpai had a bakery in their home... well, it was not like he stalked his upperclassman up to her house, so he wouldn't know, but the prospective seems a little appealing... bread, yum. Dispelling thoughts about the shop his crush's family owned, he went back to his anpan, this time observing it with his mouth and tongue instead of his eyes. It tasted... sweet, of course; sweet beans were its filling. It had a sort of plainness, but it wasn't bad. Becoming a little self-conscious with just how much he ate with one bite, he smiled a little uncertainly, some crumbs on his lips and fewer on his cheek.
He felt a little guilty for lavishing attention immediately on Furukawa-san; he somehow got to the point where his slow mind thought of the possibility that he might be putting unnecessary pressure on her. For a while, he thought of what to say, remaining silent, chewing his food, and wiping away the little crumbled-away pieces from where they strayed.
He really wasn't good at reading people. He wished he could be better at that. Well, at least reading Furukawa-senpai... he could feel that there were things similar between them, and yet, there were things he could not grasp... perhaps he was simply dense.
She had answered his questions so freely, even though sometimes he thought that perhaps Furukawa-san didn't remember him completely. Furukawa-san had always been a little too considerate for her own good... though perhaps it might just be doing her good. She was... simple, and he chided himself for flinching, every time, a little too soon, for thinking almost immediately that he might displease... or have displeased... Furukawa-senpai in some way or another.
She seemed truly okay; he shouldn't bother her too much, just because he had heard that she had been sick. The sickness might have truly passed away. Furukawa looked a little pale, a little brittle; he made a reminder to himself, that she might need help, sooner or later. It was one of his hunches again.
For now, as he put that note of his into the back of his mind, there was Furukawa-san's proposition. He chewed the beans and the bread, their simple flavor mixing inside his mouth. He had meant, when he said he wasn't much of a theatre person, that he probably couldn't handle an audience, be on stage... he wondered if Furukawa-san misinterpreted the information he gave her. "I meant... I might not be okay in front of a lot of people." he followed up.
He had a lot of free time too; unlike the seniors, the second-years didn't have to study for college exams. He usually postponed, and then crammed stuff like homework, or did them very early, so he could have time to wander around like this, like when Furukawa-senpai found him. He didn't know how to communicate... directly, that he was interested in joining, since, well, his primary reason for being interested in Furukawa-senpai's club was... erm... you know.
And then, there were the stuff about his other senpai, Furukawa's associates... Okazaki Tomoya and Sunohara Youhei. He could swear, he had heard those names before... he just couldn't ascertain the context and the details of when he had heard them. "Okazaki and Sunohara-senpai..." he echoed, sinking into thought. "I think I might have heard about them before... how is it going, Furukawa-senpai?" he asked, cheerily, or as cheerily as Mizukami Ayumu could probably get. After the initial tongue-tripping, it seemed his tongue was more loose with Furukawa-senpai... perhaps because he knew that she wouldn't lambast him, and perhaps because she said he was nice...
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