An assistance with adaptation [Fujihara Ageha]
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Post by Fujihara Ageha on Jan 15, 2015 15:35:50 GMT -6
"Pardon? No respect? 'Why do you deserve respect if you hardly give me the time of day?' is what you're asking, correct?" the blond vice president replied, becoming amused whereas their senior was becoming a bit more aggravated. "I'm pretty sure what we're saying is true, and all we want to do is establish something out of this club, particularly to someone like you who wouldn't appreciate it the way it ought to be. I can understand if my friend here offended you -- he gets carried away quite easily, but remember you're our kouhai. You're in no position to decide how we do things."
Although the boy with olive green eyes was rambling, Akiyama had been missing the whole point all along. "And at the very least, we didn't go ad hominem until you did. We're both in terribly bad positions, but you're merely a misanthrope and we're tired and frankly sick of it. Either way, you could have just declined the invitation. Didn't you know you had to write something from the very beginning? It's the Creative Writing club, after all." Carefully, the vice president readjusted his glasses as he repressed the urge to make a joke out of his own creative writing that played instrumental in his pans.
The tables had turned, however, and on a whim, the president stopped his companion from speaking worse about Sukoto by mouthing the word stop to the bespectacled junior. They had to think a bit, didn't they? While raw sentiment was engraved deeply into their work that had been presented -- and it was wonderful, not even Ageha could deny it -- enough was enough. The president's temper tantrum had ended and the vice president needed to draw the line. They were all not inhuman, but if they acted that way, then they were acting dumb, and even if the blond was slow to catch up, he was not.
"You're no better than us, but after seeing you, maybe you're no less. Still, all humans direct their inner feelings towards someone or something else, and that includes you. Do you not remember a time where you have made someone feel the same?" asked the president, suddenly joining in. His voice was full of frigid passion, burning cold and seemingly unflinching. However, he too had been losing his nerve.
There was only one way he knew how to get rid of this loss, by losing everything regarding negative emotions. To regain metaphorical footing, he had to be meek and focus on another side of this story. "Those who manage to do such a thing are merely human, but if one goes about it properly, they do the process that is sublimation. It's a miracle, and I love miracles, but I also despise them. Would you like to know why?" the third year continued, this time softly and for the first time, full of some respect, if not complete respect.
Maybe he already knew that he was losing the battle, that he had to let go. Perhaps, the two had acknowledged this prior, but they couldn't fail to achieve the original objective. The struggle took too much a toll on everyone.
Yet, in the peace of the empty room, anger and confusion and past memories overwhelmed the two officers. They, at long last, fell silent in response to Akiyama's rage. As mentioned prior before, the blond took a bit longer than the senior but even he too shut up once he saw the president was serious and in thought.
Together they let tidal waves of emotion wash over them and drain them before letting their thoughts and recollections air out like drying laundry.
Only a clown could be so whimsical, thought the blond, but it's not too awful. I guess I urged them all on. I wrote the letter not <president's name>.
Once Sukoto had procured a reply for the president's answer, a small bout of tension was in the air, but it was not because of any of the males. Rather, attention was drawn to Fujihara Ageha, who was viciously and pointedly glaring at the president and vice president, obviously egging them on to apologize. Niceties didn't come easily to them, and they were still full of years' worth of contempt for themselves and others. Perhaps they were the misanthropes, but not totally.
Regardless, it was probably a relief to all that things were quickly diffusing. The pair of trouble-makers were too proud to admit it, but while their regrets and anger and hate were substantiated, they were towards the wrong junior. Akiyama Sukoto was not one of the gang that had bullied the two best friends in all of their middle school years. Begrudgingly, the two had to learn to separate the good jock from all the bad seeds, no matter how hard it was. Thus, as soon as the brown haired boy got serious, their misdirected fury dissipated into thin air.
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Akiyama Sukoto
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A new solace dawns, harboring a possible false hope.
In-Character Posts: 22
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Post by Akiyama Sukoto on Jan 15, 2015 19:00:56 GMT -6
Akiyama raised his eyebrow in question, for he was amused, but still festered in cold anger and fear. The fact that was stated seemed to lack actual truth, and he was quick to correct him. "I was not invited to this 'creative writing club' on the basis of joining, you yourself, having said such, should know that. I was invited to a sit in, and such is incredibly different. Tell me, kouhai, do you think that those who sit in with the Judo club are cast into the sparring quarters involuntarily?" And he would know, as a classmate who had witnessed that incident had joined, and had constantly pestered him since, to join. "No, for they know that such is they way people get hurt."
He then frowned, for the next was also somewhat untrue. "Do you seriously consider that as fact? You went against me with a coward's trade, or, do you consider blatant and knowing disrespect as a perfectly fair way to attack someone? And I am not the misanthrope, for I was not the one to start all of this. Or, will you argue for that as well?" And, as the president opened his mouth to speak, Akiyama readied himself for battle once more.
Which is why, most likely, he was shocked beyond belief when he spoke.
And with every word, he reflected on his actions, and how how abrasive and harsh he had become over the past few moments. It wasn't...it wasn't like him to be like that. He honestly didn't know why he had gotten so...just so angry. Usually he would've just layered out the situation and observed it carefully. But now...now he didn't know any more. And he was soon reminded of the incident he was still not ready to remember, and his glare fell from his face, turning into one of...nothing, again.
And when he spoke next, there was some sorrow in his voice, though it was also tinged with nothing, for nothing was him. "I...Yeah, I would."
And, after this was over, still unaware of Ageha eavesdropping, he bowed his head slightly and mutter the words under his breath. "I...I'm...I'm really sorry." And it was hard for him to say it, but he knew that it must be done, so he said it with no hate whatsoever.
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Post by Fujihara Ageha on Jan 16, 2015 17:32:33 GMT -6
Without malice, Takafumi, the vice president frowned, more or less in confusion. "I think your interpretation is slightly off. Yes, I didn't invite you to become a member, but even visitors are required to write something or bring something to the meeting. This has been true even before we had risen to office," he explained now harmless. "I apologize if the knowledge was not apparent from the start, though I did add 'I hope you enjoy writing with us in the meeting.'" The war had been slowly dying; hence, this part was genuinely a mishap and not malicious intent. In fact, such foul play was only evident in the concept of inviting Akiyama to their club. They expected him to write, but they did not expect him to write as well as the others; that was the catch, not him writing in general. There was not enough of a bond for them to know he didn't like writing in general. Visiting students, even if they weren't part of the club, wrote during their visits, even if they weren't particularly good because not many minded until this one. "Also, kouhai is not a pejorative term, Akiyama-san. It literally means lowerclassman, or any student younger than us." And the student the vice president was conversing with was, well, younger than him.
After the explanation, however, came an actual proper sorry. If she wasn't wearing a skirt, it would have shocked Ageha's metaphorical clothes off.
"Yeah, yeah, alright. We get it and won't do it again --"
"-- so then, we won't bother you again like that, but to be honest, we sort of forgot you were at the meeting for some time," admitted Eiichi, finishing off Takafumi's statement. "And Vice President, don't forget we're not so friendly too. Still, if I'm correct, a misanthrope is someone that tends to not like people or interacting with them. Hence, we were not being misanthropes. We were adhering to cliques, which aren't so nice either."
The entire meeting, aside from the reforms, weren't too well-thought. Eiichi, on his normal days, was pretty nonviolent and nonaggressive, sort of like a harmless clown. His writing always made people laugh and he loved to spread joy so people could escape their pains. However, he was spontaneous, fickle, rash, and irresponsible in some lights, maybe even shallow, just like his serious facade. Hence he and Takafumi decided on this little meeting to commemorate their meeting in unfortunate circumstances. Now, with the disrespect of many of his fellow students, he was regretting it deeply.
It was almost disturbing how smoothly Eiichi could manage to transition into an angelic and peaceful smile before replying, "Miracles are everywhere. There's some in you and me and everyone. Like that story you just told. Sometimes there are too many miracles, and that's why I can't like them all the time. However, it's not hard to enjoy. That's why I became the president of this club -- to make miracles through the art of writing. So thanks for joining us, even when we were being petty."
"I...I'm...I'm really sorry."
"What, man? It's okay. Let's call it a day. To make it up, I can get some soda for you and that girl you worked with --"
"Fujihara Ageha, senpai," corrected the aforementioned girl, stepping in confusedly after what happened. She was used to Eiichi's and Takafumi's weird tendencies but never thought it would go so far. "And please make sure this doesn't happen again. And could you please let things go back to the way they were before?" she added pointedly.
"Sure, we'll talk it over some soda. Will you be joining us?" For some reason, these two were really obsessed with soda. The first year didn't know what to reply, so she turned to Akiyama yet again.
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Akiyama Sukoto
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A new solace dawns, harboring a possible false hope.
In-Character Posts: 22
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Post by Akiyama Sukoto on Jan 16, 2015 23:43:59 GMT -6
Akiyama sighed at the two, half-lectures, half-explanations, and he realized that perhaps he was a fool, just not in the general sense that he'd thought it to be before. Rather, his lack of common sense was the basis for such thought, and he wanted very badly to gain some, for he had none. He probably deserved the lectures anyway as he often used words that he'd heard before, but never really defined, and it almost always came back to him in harsh ways. It was a byproduct of reading so much, especially from the older books. Still, even though he didn't speak of it, as he didn't want to spark more argument into a situation that was calming down, he supposed that arguing them misanthropes for starting the whole ordeal could've been considered correct, but he wasn't one to push things further than need be.
He even ignored the fact that he'd used Kouhai wrong, even though the vice-president had called him his Kouhai even though they were in the same class. Still, everyone made mistakes, so Akiyama merely nodded with a frown. (He also didn't think just a few month's difference called for such a title, maybe Kun or Chan but that would only be among friends.)
As Eiichi spoke, Akyama came to value his words greatly. They were words of beauty, and also ones that made complete sense, a combination not easy to find. At least, for Akiyama.
he was then surprised greatly by Ageha's entrance. Had she been watching the entire time? He hoped not, as he knew he'd been less than friendly in the past few moments. He was still ashamed at that fact, and also still confused. He'd never been one to care as much as he had in the past few moments, but he pushed that though to the back of his mind and smiled. "Yeah, I'd...like that."
Hid speech patterns were finally reverting back to their old ways, and he managed a small grin. It wasn't large enough to look out of place, perhaps it even suited him. Then, he turned to Ageha. "If that's okay with you, I mean."
As he finished saying this, he could help but to let his mind meander to the fact if how odd this meeting was. He didn't really mind, it was a welcome change to his previous schedule of frivolousness, but it was change nonetheless, and it was in human nature to resist such, so he felt slightly uneasy.
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Post by Fujihara Ageha on Jan 21, 2015 22:27:36 GMT -6
In some sense, Akiyama Sukoto was a fool but yet also an intellect. Perhaps he was only a fool for dealing with difficult and complex people who were flawed yet not perfect as they needed to be in a world of such peaceful normalcy. Still, at the very least, the situation had been defused albeit weirdly and clunkily, most likely due to a lack of interest and superficial shallowness, which hid the rather unstable depths of these clowns, who despite being extremely asinine, were very amusing in their own ways. Ageha sort of thought that the two were being weird to avoid talking about things they did not wish to talk about and that they were perverse yet playful. They were inappropriate in the way that they teased and played with people and things mercilessly, yet there was a rare kind of innocence in them, almost as if they were rude kindergarteners. In all honesty, she was not too far off.
Even if it were only a few months between the two, Takafumi took his pride in being one of the oldest of his grade, posssible due to some kind of inferiority complex and due to a sort of robust frivolousness that never left his green cat eyes, glinting with charm and mystique. On the other hand, Eiichi was the one to rightfully use the word and raised a brow at his colleague's hypocrisy.
On some level, the pair of trouble makers could find themselves relating with the boy they had just teased: the social awkwardness brought on by themselves or otherwise was experienced by many.
Shamefulness was on his face, and in that moment, her eyes widened slightly before smiling at him gently, not because she didn't think he was capable of such emotion, but rather because Fujihara believed that mindfulness was an important trait that all humans needed to have. These two officers were not so mindful as the younger pair, but they were on their way; she was sure.
Returning Akiyama's grin softly, Fujihara then agreed with him. "Yeah, I'd be up for that. But where would we get it?" Hopefully, these guys weren't tricking them again. However, Eiichi and Takafumi were not tricking Sukoto and Ageha this time.
Still, she could tell that they had every reason to be skeptical of the president and vice president of the Creative Writing Club after all they went through. Therefore, she was surprised when the black haired president said, "Which flavors do you want? I have many and I'll try to get you the soda you want. It's Ramune."
"Melon," the green haired girl automatically replied, glancing over at Akiyama to hear his answer.
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Akiyama Sukoto
Inactive Character
A new solace dawns, harboring a possible false hope.
In-Character Posts: 22
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Post by Akiyama Sukoto on Jan 27, 2015 21:19:26 GMT -6
Even though it made him a fool, the very flaws in reality were something Akiyama, though only mentally, strived for. They, at least, gave him some semblance of difference in the bland world that he lived, but that wasn't anywhere near where his mind should've been, so the though process was immediately dropped. Still, even with that gone, and the situation defused, a slight sense of suspicion betrayed Akiyama's cool mind. The two had done a complete turn around (Though Akiyama had as well.) and that was always a sign of trickery. Though, he could do nothing more than trust them, as no other choice would end as peacefully as he would've liked.
Even after he thought about it, Akiyama decided to drop the Kouhai remark entirely. It seemed to be an entire waste of time in the span of the current conversation anyways, so he wasn't really disturbed by it anymore. Besides, technically, he was a Kouhai, so he'd still have to deal with it.
Akiayama did not notice her smile, did not want to notice it. He felt that it would only make him further embarrassed because he, in this state, always saw such things as mocking, despite the fact that they were not.
At her words, Akiyama was lost. The school didn't sell sodas, merely ¥200 juices in a cup that weren't worth the money. Any actual place that sold sodas was out of the question, as he hadn't the actual time to go there. (He needed to be home before seven because of his father's work. Something about a get together.) So, it was of good reason that he was surprised when the president offered them a drink. Glancing at a nearby clock that read of four thirty, he nodded and gave that same small grin.
Akiyama wanted to say he was surprised at Ageha's choice, but he couldn't deny that it...suited her. He couldn't actually tell if it was because her hair was green, or that the fruit somehow matched her personality, just that it...suited her. He, however, could not say his answer as easily because he found it somewhat embarrassing. His favorite was something that he didn't like sharing because, in his eyes, well...he didn't know. Just that he didn't like the feeling it put off.
"Champagne."
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Post by Fujihara Ageha on Mar 29, 2015 23:19:11 GMT -6
Repeatedly muttering to themselves, it was clear Eiichi and Takafumi were as equally as baffled as their lowerclassmen as they struggled to remember the Ramune requests. Once they were gone, Ageha sighed. To be fair, she really didn't know if they were going to betray her and Akiyama, but it would be easier to deal with the situation if she got herself and her charge away from the main sources of agitation, though it was dubious whether the agitation was intentional or not. Regardless, everything moved so quickly: the officers' moods, the time, the meeting -- everything -- and quite frankly, the greenette was unsure if she could take it any longer.
The discussion of honorifics did not help to ease the bemusement not one slightest bit even though Fujihara herself had lived in Japan her entire life. It still had too many complications for one freshman to understand. Sometimes she wondered if it'd be possible to get down all the formalities down before she entered the workplace.
Today they could not count on such certainty or luck. Today they needed to get out of a bad situation, and plus, they had homework to do and on the clock, the time was slowly ticking away into oblivion...
Equally as jarred as Akiyama by the sudden proposition of a cool drink, she could not help but only answer candidly. Yet it was uncertain whether the two could trust the Creative Writing Club's president and vice president at the moment. Regardless, she thought about something completely trivial: Champagne? That didn't seem like the type of flavor the second year by her side would enjoy. Oh, well, she supposed one could not judge a book by its cover, as cliched the quote had become over the years, particularly in the West. But cliches or otherwise, the whole situation was unwinding, finally.
"Champagne's a fairly rare flavor. I almost doubt that they'd have it," said the freshman. "Although, chances are they'll forget what we asked for or give you the Curry flavor instead since it's just as uncommon. That or they might even drive off." As pessimistic as those thoughts were, they were the most realistic thoughts in the whole situation. Thinking about these kinds of things calmed her mind at least a little bit. "Truth be told, I'd like to talk to them in private."
"I apologize for dragging you into this, Akiyama-senpai." With green hair gleaming in the setting sun, she bowed before standing upright again and tilting her head slightly, offering a silent question: What do we do now?
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