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Oubai, Kouchisei (daioujou) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-05-26 00:00:00

Entry tags:

kou, misaki, reizo, shadow

Who: Open.
What: Shadow Encounter.
Where: Noodle Alley.
When: Tuesday, after school.
Why: He fell down the rabbit hole.

Noodle Alley was a street of flavoursome cuisene. Oubai Kouchisei was sitting in the one of the diners. His arms were crossed in contemplation. These weren't restaurants, he'd used to think; they were troughs, places that served food he wouldn't have recognised as proper.

However, he was here.

He was eating a broth that combined thick, curly noodles, miso and oily fish. It had a robust, tangy flavour and included leeks, onions and white pepper, with a topping of sweetcorn and butter. On the counter was a ceramic cup of tea. He thought it was a little like green tea but lighter in taste.

"If you're willing to bother to get me a refill," he said over the counter to the chef, "I've got the money."

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daioujou
2009-05-25 06:46 pm UTC (link)

Kouchisei sighed. It was annoying coming here and not getting the peace and quiet he wanted. He was being helpful though; everyone was leaving 'him' alone. Sadly, it seemed people were uncivil. This alley wasn't a good place to come for privacy.

"My money doesn't concern you, no matter who you are."

He put his leather wallet into the opening in his school bag and zipped it. "Whatever that cigarette is, put it out and stop talking. Unless you've got some god-awful reason for wasting my time."

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some_other_dog
2009-05-25 07:04 pm UTC (link)

Reizo cocked an eyebrow at the remark, but remained otherwise silent. He looked almost content to sit there and take long drafts off the cancer stick dangling between his lips. Was this the same kid he’d met in the anti-bullying room? The same kid who’d actually managed to get under his goddamned skin with that one little remark? Well, maybe he’d developed some sort of death wish between now and then.

When the two bowls of ramen were slid in front of the boys, Reizo looked at his for a moment, almost appraisingly, before he put his cigarette out. In Kou’s bowl.

“I didn’t know you were so health conscious, buddy! I hear the soup in ramen is pretty damned good for you.”

He powered Kouchisei’s face into his refilled bowl, malicious grin cutting his face in half.

“Remember to drink it all.”

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daioujou
2009-05-25 07:37 pm UTC (link)

Ramen. Kouchisei had wanted to lift the bowl to his mouth instead of going to meet it. Lifting his hands to the counter, he was actually slower and weaker and hadn't a chance to avoid being immersed. Kind of. Kouchisei was confronted by a tightening pain as blood pooled all around his nose. Had he broken it? He could feel his heartbeat increase and for a moment thought of someone giving Reizo a blow as good as the one he'd taken. It was an intriguing thought but wasn't one he wished to act on.

Cutting off his breathing momentarily, he lifted his face and spotted Reizo grinning from underneath his sodden fringe. The younger man seemed to be amused by what he'd done, and as Kouchisei calmly removed his glasses from his ramen he wiped them with the edge of his serviette.

"I understand only animals have a need to fight," he said. Putting on his glasses, he spoke calmly. "I'm assuming you don't have relations in the Congalese jungle. Please prove me wrong."

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some_other_dog
2009-05-25 08:31 pm UTC (link)

The large delinquent stared at the boy nonplussed. He’d dealt with these sort of guys before and they never failed to amuse him. Intellectual superiority was a fine last bastion for the ego, but it did little to keep them out of harm’s way or their dignity intact. It would probably be even worse for this guy when he realized the guy he was trying to pull it on was next in line on leaning on his family for ‘protection’ fees.

He shook his head at the thought and sat back down, taking up his utensils and digging into his unspoiled ramen.

“Apex predators usually don’t have to prove anything.”

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daioujou
2009-05-25 08:43 pm UTC (link)

Standing up, Kou looked down at Reizo. He knew it could be seen as a challenge, but he'd learned adults weren't scared. Intelligence was superior to strength, because a small army could hold off a siege force with the right technology - which would've needed intelligence to design. Intelligence. Strategy. How could this hot-tempered imbeciele have either?

He looked at him a bit more curiously and then reached down, picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He turned to the counter and handed his money to the chef.

"... The noise put me off my food. Disappointing. I'm just going to go elsewhere for more intelligent conversation."

He then attempted to leave.

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some_other_dog
2009-05-25 08:51 pm UTC (link)

He narrowed his eyes, watching the older boy go. He felt the strange urge to call out to him, taunt him some more. Maybe ask why he’d suddenly grown a pair. Instead, he turned back to the ramen and grinned at the chef, jerking his head in the direction Kouchisei had just left in.

“He said to put it on his tab. What a pal, huh?”

He frowned afterwards. That encounter, while a great display of just what a badass Reizo was, if he did say so himself, just didn’t sit right to him. The more and more he thought about it, the stranger it was, and the more he wanted to go find the little snot and beat the attitude out of him, well, after getting why it was there anyway.

He pushed away from the now-cold noodles he’d been picking at and stalked off in the opposite direction. Probably not a good idea to haul off and get assault charges pressed on him. He’d go find some thugs from another school and take his frustration out on them.

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