Shiraishi Kuranosuke (simplyecstasy) wrote in shitenhouji, @ 2009-09-02 12:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | konjiki koharu, log, pg, shiraishi kuranosuke |
[Log] Koharu and Shiraishi
Who: Konjiki Koharu and Shiraishi Kuranosuke
Where: The school and Shiraishi's home
When September 2nd 2009
What: Koharu got booted out, so Shiraishi plays host to his friend
Rating: PG for mild gayness
Comments: I'm utterly amazed at how good of friends they are. XD Also "Dansunhaeyo" means "Simple" in Korean.
Koharu was making a list. He scribbled down things like crazy, crossing things out the next and then started all over again. One, he ought to buy a new laptop sometime soon, or at least get his old one fixed, because it was a pain and a half surfing the net using your phone. Two, he needed to set some things straight with the powers that be - in this case, his father - all though straight might just be a bad choice of words. Three, he needed to get a hold of some bandaids to prevent his beautiful skin from going all... crumbly and icky. Yes. And getting thrown out like this would usually apply as a hate crime, right? But when it was your father... Hm. He didn't have all data about that yet, and it wasn't as if he was all that eager to press charges anyway. Too much of a hassle.
He only hoped Shiraishi had managed to catch a glimpse of the private post directed towards him.
The real powers that be were more behind Koharu at that point, because as luck would have it Shiraishi managed to see it. And as he walked through the halls in search of Koharu, the buchou tried to think of where exactly the smartest person he knew would be. The library would tend to be the automatic response, but considering Koharu didn't actually need most of the books there, bad choice.
At least knowing Koharu, he'd pick the spot that would be the one to find him rather than the other way around. Especially if he needed a place to crash. Logical thinking, there. So, that's where Shiraishi's feet started leading him - toward the courts, because that's where he typically spent most of his time. Practice.
Coming closer to the courts, he could see the figure of his friend far enough ahead, but didn't bother speaking until he got only a few feet away. "Hey," Shiraishi's voice was kind of soft. "You okay?"
Well, now how about that... Koharu looked up and nodded, offering a half crooked grin in his captain's direction. "I'm working on venting my frustration, actually. You got my message?"
"Probably wouldn't have looked for you if I hadn't." Shiraishi confirmed as he sleekly sat down beside Koharu. He pulled his legs closer toward himself and relaxed his back against the wood behind him. "Is it working, or do you need a diversion?"
The grin widened and Koharu showed him the paper he had been scribbling on; all wrinkled and the words next to impossible to make out. "Does it look like it's working, Buchou?" He studied his right hand, wrist bruised and slightly swollen, with an almost thoughtful expression. "I won't change. Not for him, or anyone. You know?"
Shiraishi glanced at the words, but was more focused on the bruised and swollen wrist once it caught his attention. "He did that?" He asked, sounding kind of angry that Koharu's father could be such a prick. "Come to the infirmary with me, I'll wrap it up before we go back to my house." That way, no one but those who needed to know would know.
"Yup. Told me that I shouldn't come home until I've wised up or some run of the mill comment like that." Koharu got to his feet and stuffed the crumpled paper away in his bag before he shouldered it, and then started towards the infirmary.
Climbing to his feet, Shiraishi put his hands inside the pockets to the jacket he was wearing and frowned. "You're a good actor, Koharu." He chewed his lip for a moment, wondering how best to phrase what he was going to say. "Why don't you just play straight so it doesn't cause problems?"
For someone so smart, he wondered why his friend hadn't thought of that first.
"That's just... ew," Koharu gasped, making an utter most shocked face. "That would be lying, Shiraishi! A good girl don't lie!"
He had to resist the urge to laugh at Koharu and his phrasing. Instead, he smiled and raised a hand in the air in his own defense. "If not for my sisters I might believe you." Why yes, he did sound amused. "At least consider it a possibility until you're out of school."
His line of vision flashed to Koharu's wrist, and the smile vanished from his lips. "Being out to your father isn't worth it." Not for the team's, and most importantly not for Koharu himself. Pulling the door to the infirmary open, Shiraishi ushered his friend inside with a wave of his own bandaged hand.
"Pfft, that only means your sisters aren't good girls," Koharu huffed, waltzing into the infirmary, hips swaying. "And... Well... Dad needs to understand what a bigot he is, really."
Shiraishi could see that this wasn't going to go anywhere, really. Koharu would remain firm in the fact that he was openly gay to everyone. And that was fine, Shiraishi himself didn't care what orientation any of his friends or family were. He just wished that Koharu didn't feel so comfortable about his body being hurt for it.
"That's because my sisters are on their way to being women already." The teen snorted softly as he walked to the nurses desk for the keys to the medical cupboard. He pulled out some bandages and motioned for Koharu to sit as he unwound a piece.
"You think they have some pretty make-up that I could borrow?" Well, it was worth a shot, right? Koharu worked his way out of the team jersey and held out his wounded hand, using the other to prop it up while the good arm's elbow rested on his lap. "And Shiraishi... You're free to call me stupid if you want to. But I wouldn't agree to it, but that's another matter all together~"
"Maybe, but you better not try putting any on me." Shiraishi actually did laugh that time. Though he focused on the wrist of his friend in front of him. Milk chocolate eyes darted from the bandaging to Koharu and he shook his head. "I don't think you're stupid. I just don't understand why you don't care about your welfare."
"I care about my psychological wellfare." All though it wasn't getting much care now when things were on an edge with his father, that much was true. "And I care about my principles." That was perhaps closer to the truth.
"They're nothing without your body as its vessel." Shiraishi argued. Perhaps that was one of the many things he actually agreed with Gin on. And to emphasize his point, Shiraishi tugged a little hard on the wrappings before he pinned them in place.
"Ow!" Koharu gave his captain a pouty glare and then nodded. "I guess. But for now, I'll keep at it anyway. It's what makes me feel most comfortable."
"Fair enough." Shiraishi smirked lightly and shifted to stand off of the stool he'd decided to sit on. He knew the infirmary like the back of his own hand - knew where everything was, everything should be, and where to place each piece back when he was done with it so it looked like he was never there. And really, he should. He spent as much time in here as he did on the courts, and not because of an injury.
So, with that thought he went to work putting the things he'd borrowed (except the bandages) back in the same spot he'd got them. The teen looked a bit too methodical about it, really. "Want to rent a movie on the way home?"
Something about the way Shiraishi walked about in the infirmary told Koharu that this wasn’t the first time his captain was there, not by a long shot. As the blond didn’t have any history of being sick often this fact intrigued the data player and he studied his captain with an interested glint in his glasses. Did perfect tennis also apply to perfectly taking care of his wounded team mates? Or was it because of something else? Well, spending time with Shiraishi after school might give him some new data on his friend and he almost licked his lips in anticipation.
“Sounds lovely~ What kind of movies do you like?” Of course he knew most of them – that was what research was for after all – but maybe he would find himself being surprised. He liked surprises, as long as they were pleasant ones.
A smirk spread across Shiraishi's lips as he looked up from putting the keys back into the desk. "You should know that one, Koharu." The teen figured that everyone in the team knew by now. It was the only real odd choice of all of them. "Dansunhaeyo."
Koharu returned the smirk and got to his feet. "I do know. But there are different genres, even in Korean movies, sweetheart. Horror? Drama? A little bit of everything?"
"Mmm, yeah." The teen nodded, though made no real attempt to answer. "Why don't you answer your own question?" The smile on Shiraishi's lips dimmed a degree, until it was a more pleasant type of smile. One typically seen when he wasn't being mischievous or playing tennis.
Walking to the door, he opened it once more and waited for Koharu. "We'll watch something you like tonight." Shiraishi wasn't picky as long as he was having a good time with the people he cared for.
Well, he usually went with comedy - more often than not the Japanese kind, even though British humor sometimes managed to squeeze its way into his DVD player - but this time he wanted to be a little bit different. "Okay. Well, I'll just pick a DVD out at random when we get to the video store. If I like it, we take it. If I don't, we get another one. I get three tries, okay?"
"That sounds fair." Closing the door behind them, Shiraishi once more managed to put his hands into the pockets of his jacket as they walked. "But what happens if you don't like all three?" He could probably guess the answer to this question, however. That Koharu would pass it off or just keep the last one. Either worked for him so long as the movies weren't porn.
"You know what," Koharu replied with a smug grin, draping his arm around Shiraishi's shoulder. "Now, let's go, Kura-chan~!"
For some reason, the Buchou of Shitenhouji Chuu's Tennis team was just a little afraid of how the night might end up. But if there was anything he'd learned over the years he'd come to know everyone in the club, it was that he actually trusted them with his life. Scary concept to some, but he had complete faith in his friends.
"Gone." Shiraishi replied with a bit of a smile.