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Shirai Reizo | 白井雷三 (some_other_dog) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-05-29 01:26:00

Current music:	Morphine - Have a Lucky Day
Entry tags:	kiriko, misaki, reizo, takumi

Who: Reizo, Kiriko, Misaki, Takumi
What: Reizo's having a very fun day.
Where: In the back alleyways near school.
When: Monday evening
Why: Because everyone hates him.

Reizo pursed his lips and dabbed gingerly at them with a rolled up strip of blood-smattered cloth he’d finished pulling off of the bottom of his shirt. His lip was busted, and his knuckles were torn from having hit so many people in the mouth, but beyond that and a few bruises he was no worse for wear. He sighed and leaned back heavily against the chain link fence the box he was sitting on was positioned against, and surveyed the scene he’d just created. Several other boys were all laying on the ground, most unconscious, but a few were groaning and holding various parts of their beaten bodies. Looking almost unimpressed-- either by the paltry numbers or the lack of real injuries he’d managed to inflict-- he fished a bent cigarette out of his pocket with a bloody hand and tucked it between his lips, lit it, and tipped his head back to stare up at the sky.

He knew the others, the cowards, were a ways off, surveying him from a distance. Would they bother attacking him now that their numbers were lessened? Did they have some sort of ace fighter like he always saw in the movies, just waiting to show up at the end and beat him to a pulp? He decided it didn’t much matter as he stood up, grabbed his school jacket and moseyed off. Every encounter seemed to be getting more vicious and he didn’t feel like waiting around for more morons with bats to show up. Pretty soon they’d be showing up with knives.

He turned a corner, ignoring the sound of rapid footfalls on cement behind him. They stopped a distance away and he knew they were just gathering up their beaten members to properly tuck their tails between their legs and speed off. Something of a smile tugged at his lips as he heard the footfalls again, slower this time and accompanied by a few groans.

It almost amused him. Almost.

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Re: Old men are always perverted..

apathyisboring
2009-06-08 07:26 pm UTC (link)

"Um..." she stalled. "Maybe. What day are you going?"

Kiriko was fast learning that it was hard to get rid of Misaki once she'd decided she liked you. She didn't mind the occasional outing, but didn't really want to be dragged every which way. Plus, she had her reputation to worry about.

She helped herself to a kidsbeer and looked over to Reizo with a quirked eyebrow. "Next time?" Probably a slip of the tongue, but an interesting one nonetheless.

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some_other_dog
2009-06-08 07:34 pm UTC (link)

The delinquent took up a bottle himself when he returned to the kitche, grateful to have some sort of excuse not to answer What the hell was wrong with him? He finished the entirety of it in a long chug, slapped the bottle back down with a gasp, and regarded them both as calmly as possible. Stupid normal kids. They could be as friendly as they’d like, it wouldn’t mean much in the end though.

“If you two want to sully your reputations, go ahead,” he frowned at Misaki then, “But I ain’t having that otaku in here. Two attr-- two GIRLS.. It’s a whole different ballgame than two girls and another guy.”

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apathyisboring
2009-06-08 07:40 pm UTC (link)

Kiriko snorted.

"So drunk off of kidsbeer that you're almost giving me compliments?"

She took Reizo's empty bottle as well as her own and deposited both in the trash, going back to her place at the counter and continuing with the food preparation.

"You should be more grateful for the kind of company who won't break your furniture or leave your place a mess. We're even making food."

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pinksunbeam
2009-06-08 07:47 pm UTC (link)

Misaki smiled, "It's a deal then Kiriko-chan. We'll have to pick a day or something."

She sipped the kidsbeer, licked her lips some, then finished the bottle. Misaki hiccupped some and blushed. "Excuse me. This is really good. I like it."

"Awww, thank you Shirai-san, that's sweet of you to think we're pretty. Although I think Kiriko-chan is much prettier. Mmmhumm, she looks like a regal queen. I bet she could even be an actress if she wanted." Misaki giggled then thought a moment. "Oh Shirai-san. What did you want in your daifuki?"

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some_other_dog
2009-06-08 07:51 pm UTC (link)

He nearly snapped back something about how he probably out cooked the both of them, but managed to keep it shut. That was what had gotten him into this mess into the first place. He puzzled over Misaki’s blush wordlessly, then cringed when she started complimenting Kiriko.

Rubbing the back of his neck, shoulders drooping in defeat, he wafted back into the living room and took a seat on one of the two stools at the counter on that side.

“Bartender, another beer, please.. And, I dunno, chef’s choice.”

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apathyisboring
2009-06-08 08:01 pm UTC (link)

"You are the bartender, since we're cooking and all."

Smiling, she lifted her eyes from the daifuki to look to Reizo.

"But actually, shouldn't we switch places? Misaki really wanted to teach you how she makes Daifuki, so why don't I handle the drinks and supervise?"

A winning smile still pasted onto her face, she turned to Misaki.

"What do you think, Misaki-chan? I'm right, aren't I?"

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pinksunbeam
2009-06-08 08:23 pm UTC (link)

"Well it's fun cooking with you Kiriko-chan," Misaki pouted some but then looked at Reizo and commented. "But Shirai-san did say he could out cook me in the game. So I want to see if what he said was true. Becuase if he doesn't then he doesn't have...what was that word from that American movie I saw...Oh yes....cojones."

She looked at Kiriko, "Is that the right word?"

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some_other_dog
2009-06-08 08:31 pm UTC (link)

He glared at coldly at Kiriko when she expertly turned Misaki’s cooking attention towards him. Didn’t his previous explanation matter any?! He shook his head glibly and tipped his half-full bottle at the two of them. He wasn’t prepared to go down that easily.

“I learn much better by learning, and I’m no good at sweets anyway, so of course I’d be uh.. Bad at daifuki.”

He nodded to himself. That would fly, right?

…

Right?

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the_nature
2009-06-08 08:54 pm UTC (link)

Takumi was a big kid now, and as much as he knew big kids didn't cry - especially boys! - he couldn't help the tears forming in his eyes. Because it was bad enough that Miko-chan laughed at him when he tried (and failed) to jump over a pile of boxes, but skidding his knee just seemed to add to his embarrassment and misery. But the icing on top of the cake? He was bleeding.

Bleeding. As in, there was blood coming from his knee, the wound bright shiny red and mingled with tiny pebbles and sand.

And Mama wasn't there to kiss it better, and there was no way Takumi was going to ask his dad! It may hurt and he may be dying, but he was going to be a man! He wasn't gunna complain to his dad!

So he had picked himself off of the ground and, sniffling and trying to keep back tears, managed his way to Reizo-niisan's apartment. Reizo-niisan always had band-aids and something cool to say, like a new insult or advice on how to beat people up; he'd make Takumi's battle wound feel better in no time!

Standing in front of the door, Takumi did one last sniffle and scrubbed at his eyes to make sure there weren't any tears before knocking quietly on the door.

He waited a moment.

"Reizo-niisaaaaaaan," he wailed, banging on the door.

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