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Shirai Reizo | 白井雷三 (some_other_dog) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-01-24 02:33:00

Entry tags:

kou, kozue, misaki, reizo

Ducks.
Who: Reizo, ???
What: Duck feedin'
Where: Park
When: Uhh, some time that isn't intrusive to anything going on.
Why: Because ducks.

It had been a nice day -- the sun had rambled up high into the sky and grinned down fierce enough to loosen neckties, cajole the fairer sex into shorts and skirts, cause a few daring individuals to break open the local fire hydrant, and send topsicle sales through the roof. A few people grumbled over the heat, but the prevailing wind kept the teeth out of it and their complaints.
Reizo was something of a grumbler by nature, but he was smart enough to keep to the high ground where the winds could find him, or to the shade when available. He’d been lucky enough to find a spot with both after poking around the park, and was now something of a regular.

Reizo sat on a bench, long arms slung over the back and head reclined, wriggling a topsicle stick between his teeth and staring up into the leaves of the tree he was sitting under. Occasionally he’d lift a hand up towards the tree and turn it ‘round in the dappling shadow and peer hard at it, lips curled down in a frown. Other times he’d take a call, flipping open his phone and rumbling short and sweet into it, but mostly he reclined on the bench, looking at the tree or his hand or the kid’s baseball game in the field behind him or at the pond.

The pond was small and well kept and across the stone walkway from the bench. It glistened lazily in the sun, lapped gently at its shallow shores, and kept its fat, feathered inhabitants happy. Ducks drifted on its surface, quacking sporadically, sending up small ripples that slid smoothly across the glossy top, distorting the reflections of the sun and tree.

Reizo hunched over, long legs jutting up into the air and hands dangling between them, watching the ducks swim and waddle just at the edge of the pond. He reached to the brown bag at his side, bag crinkling as he reached inside, and produced a loaf of stale bread. He broke off a piece, considered smushing it in his hand and doing his best to peg a duck with it, but settled on tossing it on the bank and watching the duck’s scrabble over to it and squabble with one another to get it.

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anthesphoria
2010-01-28 05:45 am UTC (link)

Kozue winced as Reizo's fingers dug into her shoulder, going right to the bone of her shoulderblade and feeling, for a moment, as though they were going to leave distinct bruises. But it was an exaggeration—maybe if he hadn't let up as quickly as he had. Her shoulder still ached, though, and she resisted the temptation to rub at it.

And Misaki had provided a good distraction from the lingering pain: "Wh--huh." It was a good distraction in terms of horrible confusion, as Kozue tried to figure out where Misaki had gotten that idea about the ducks. Reizo certainly wasn't throwing her bread, unless he thought inviting her to sit next to him...? But her social standing could hardly have been helped by that (she was great as was), so it really wasn't throwing her anything. "Thanks, Aoi-san, for the vote of confidence," she said, a bit dryly, looking over at Kou—waiting for his take on that. At least it hadn't been a whole speech on the topic of Kozue's inherent purity and goodness.

Speaking of things to throw. She reached down and twisted off another chunk of bread from the half-a-loaf that remained, and threw it, underhand, into the pond. Was Kou going to stand there all day trading insults with Reizo, or… Maybe it was a manly thing.

She'd have been more bothered by Reizo's suggestions if she were of a mind to believe that Kou would ever compromise his stiff traditional ideals enough to be attracted to a boy. He wouldn't even confess attraction to her, and she was gor…

No way.

No fucking way. Color started to drain slowly from Kozue's cheeks, leaving behind a pale face spotted with a few freckles and a dash of the sun she'd caught thus far in the day. He'd never mentioned finding her attractive. He'd never made a move. It couldn't be. She glanced over at Reizo again, slowly, lowering the bread, giving in to the need to know more, despite her best judgment. "At another park? Oh?"

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daioujou
2010-01-28 07:10 am UTC (link)

Kouchisei did not understand people's fascination in chucking stale bread at ducks and geese and waterfoul, and had spent a long period of time during Kozue's period of melodrama - because it was not self-reflection - contemplating the meaning of their relationship. Melodrama did not lead you into the arms of other people, for a start. How could she be as close to him as that? The muscles in his face seemed to slacken, and then he thought about what his father had taught him about it, and folded his arms. Father was right in that sacrifices had to be made - that people could not have everything they wanted.

"What do you mean, know anything about me?"

Gay? He was more stunned than angered by that comment, and how Reizo could think of something that was so obviously obscene and wrong that he would not bother to combat it. He, at least unlike that lurking wolfish deviant, was secure in his sexuality and that it was the right way to be.

Ridiculous.

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some_other_dog
2010-01-28 10:27 am UTC (link)

Another flutter of wings as the ducks took towards the bread-- they’d almost gone idle, but two new hunks was enough to send the greedy, pudgy birds into a screeching frenzy. Reizo shifted in his seat and drew up into full height, looming tall even in the low-slung bench as he looked around. The view was too good to be spoiled by poor company: they sat abreast a lump of a hill, overlooking the duck pond and the field behind it where a group of children had taken to flying vibrant kites. They soared and snapped in the breeze, and their excited shouts carried all the way to the bench. They all looked delighted.

A far cry from the upperclassman who was standing away from the bench and staring. Reizo’s hand fell from Kozue’s shoulder and instead he hooked her around the waist. If it was meant to provoke Kou it wasn’t obvious -- Reizo was still watching the ducks, who’d taken their fight to the edge of the briefly serene pool, splashing in the water, beaks jabbing to try and steal bits of bread. His fingers moved and flexed against the slim girl’s side for a comfortable grip before he settled back in against her.

“A park, yes,” he said, looking back down at Kozue, ugly scar twisting one corner of his mouth up into an uncontrollable smirk, “Not much of a park.. It was more of an abandoned playground, but the two of ’em came walking up to me and got to shooting the breeze before Oubai-kun got all bashful and gave Ishinomori-kun a present. Box of chocolates, I think?” He looked at Kou for confirmation, but went on before he could say anything, “so I tried to help them out. Next thing I know Oubai’s got me in a big hug and is trying to whisper into my ear before I can shove him off.”

He leaned down closer to Kozue, head tilted and lips near enough to her ear that she could feel his breath feathering over it as he whispered. “Does he ever get close and whisper into your ear?”

He stared at Kou out of the corner of his eye the entire time.

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daioujou
2010-01-28 04:57 pm UTC (link)

So much rage! Clenched fists and stares, muscles and deep breaths, all of which had a place on his face in such unconstraned levels of anger and emotion that he could never believe the outbursts at his house - or anywhere else, for that matter - were inappropriate or wrong.

He looked at Kozue from the corner of his eye. She was sitting there, taking it... enjoying it, even. He looked at her to be sure, and had it miserably confirmed she was not trying to push Reizo off and get away.

He glanced at the white-haired delinquent [because a name implied a level of respect and formality] and went over to Kozue before anybody could say anything. It was strange trying to walk with his mind immersed in confusion, and how she seemed to get further away before he could do anything. He went as close as he thought she was, arm outstretched and hand open so that she could grab it and accept his help if she chose.

"We should go walk for a while. It's a nice day. Seems a waste, otherwise."

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anthesphoria
2010-01-28 06:27 pm UTC (link)

To be fair, Kozue didn't look like she was enjoying anything very much, not after Reizo's comment about Kou and Toru and—and—and— her face was slowly getting color back, but she looked distant. Her eyes were off somewhere over the pond; her brow was slightly creased. Her mind was churning, enough that she barely registered the hand settling on her hip until Reizo was talking again. It was impossible not to hear or listen to him, how close he was. His breath was warm on her ear. For any other girl, it might have been frightening, uncomfortable—for Kozue it was infuriating because, damn it, Reizo was right. This was closer than Kou had ever been to her and she'd been dating him pretty much since her birthday. Giant white-haired thugs could actually get into her personal space faster, and with more success, than her boyfriend?

She glanced up at Kou's hand, and it took a moment for her eyes to rise all the way up to his face. "Alright," she said, carefully, still quite aware of the arm wrapped around her. At least he looked furious... but was he furious about Reizo's sudden touchy feely turnaround, or because Reizo had revealed something he'd rather have kept a secret. "I guess you don't have any chocolates for me?"

Because he was—she fought down the urge to believe Reizo, but it was an unsuppressable motion in her stomach, sick and furious at once. She made to stand up, if her classmate would let her go without leaving any more bruises, and went to take Oubai's hand. Yes, they could walk. And talk.

"But I'd like that. We have a lot to talk about," she added, finally looking Kou directly in the eye.

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pinksunbeam
2010-01-29 02:36 am UTC (link)

Misaki just sat there taking in the banter. Kou, gay? Not likely. Or if it was there was surely more behind it then him liking Toru-kun. She didn't think that was possible, then again, Toru did seem like Kou's type. She shook her head some, no that couldn't be right. This was all Reizo wanting to get on Kou's bad side to irk him or something. A usual attack from Reizo. Nothing of a shock here, really.

She nodded to Kozue appricatively and rolled her eyes, wanting to suggest that she and Kozue move off for a while while Reizo and Kou got into whatever cock fight they wanted to. However that was sided when Kou offered to take a walk with Kozue. She looked between the two, wondering just how much damage Reizo was doing. Kou certainly didn't look happy, considering the clenching fists that he was making.

She glanced over at Reizo and raised her eyebrows curiously at him as if asking 'Just exactly what are you trying to do here?'

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some_other_dog
2010-01-29 04:26 am UTC (link)

“Aw, you guys leaving already?” He asked, peering up at Kozue, frown disrupted by the vicious scar carved into the side of his face. Even without it wrecking it, constantly tugging the corner upwards, it was doubtful it would have looked sincere. He hunched forward long enough to dig into his back pocket and find a cigarette, and glanced away long enough to light it.

Then he was grinning around it, cigarette pinched between his teeth and smoke looping up into branches of the tree. “You kids have fun, though, huh?”

Then he leaned back onto the bench and started feeding the ducks the rest of the bread, smoked his cigarette, and pondered the mess he’d just created. He really hoped it would be a good one.

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pinksunbeam
2010-01-29 07:22 pm UTC (link)

Misaki sniffed the air and sighed some. "Shirai-san, could you please put that out? The ash is going to get into the bread, and then the ducks won't eat it, and you'll have wet bread just floating in the water. Which would be kind of gross."

She kept her eyes forward for the moment, figuring that she'd just have to watch what happened. There was really nothing that she could honestly do. If they fell into a trap that Reizo had set, well then that was only their faults for not seeing it. There was no way, in her mind, that Kou would come on to Reizo, or Toru for that matter.

In all the dungeons they had been in, Kou had never once shown the slights bit of interest in Reizo, and besides that point, Reizo always acted like he was an annoyence. So in her mind, this whole thing felt like some sort of act. Reizo was probably just trying to get at Kou for some dumb petty reason, and that was fine with her. After the way Kou had acted, disinviting her even after she said she was dying her hair for his dumb party, well if he screwed up with Kozue, then he deserved all the shit he got.

She laid back in the grass, hands behind her head. It was a nice day.

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