Buy One, Get One (Kousuke)

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[atrb= style, font-family: arial; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] It was October, the second month in the school year. In her perspective, things like classes, grades, teachers, etc. were going well. But this was Namine thinking here. Namine, the straight A student who barely spoke a word, thus almost never doing anything worthy of punishment, or even attention. Nonetheless, her tests were all 90's and above, and her reputation wasn't spiraling out of control, as she'd been told about college. That was a good thing, by the way. This meant no one concerned themselves with her, and the attention was always on someone else. Just how she liked it. Currently, the blonde first year was at her usual place; the park. She decided to sketch the forest, doing her best to catch the different hues of the brightly colored leaves of autumn. The shading and lighting, and the tone of the colors, she wanted them all to be perfect. This perfection, however, was not without work. It was taking a long time to get a simple line drawn, for a small mess up ruins the image, in her eyes. That being said, it was taking her a few hours to get simply the rough sketch finished. After, there was still outlining, and then she could actually take out her colored pencils and crayons. Holding her drawing pad in front of her, she surveyed the overall look of it. It looked okay. She could still do some editing here and there, but nothing dramatic. Closing the pad, and stuffing it in her bag along with various school supplies, she decided after hours of drawing, she was in the mood for some sort of sweet. A particular sweet crossed Namine's mind: sea salt ice cream. She was sure the ice cream shop, Just Desserts, had the flavor. It was somewhat close to the park, in the town square. She already knew the route, somewhat, after being in the area for awhile. Picking up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, she started her walk to the shop. As she moved, she made sure to side step all of the groups and clusters of people, which hindered her progress. However, that didn't convince her to brave the crowd. It would take a lot more than that. The trip, uninterrupted, would have probably taken about 10 minutes or so. With the way she was traveling, it took more like 30 minutes. Whether it was because she was slow getting there, or she was just unlucky, the shop seemed to be getting more business than usual. The line wasn't too long, but the tables seemed to be all filled. Figuring she could just get her ice cream and go, Namine entered the building and got in line. There were roughly four or five people in front of her, but it wasn't a very long wait. Or, at least it shouldn't have been. However, it seemed that everyone was getting a lot of ice cream. What was up with that? She'd understand it more if it were summer, but it was the beginning of October! After about five minutes, it was her turn to order. "U-Um, d-d-do you h-h-have s-sea s-s-salt ice c-cream?" she asked. The cashier, a teenage, peppy looking girl, smiled brightly. "We sure do! And today's the special sale, buy one cone, and get the other free! Would you like a second one?" Not to be offensive to the girl, but her overly eccentric voice and seemingly limitless energy somewhat scared Namine.It was almost overpowering, in a sense. however, at least she got an answer to her question. If there was a sale, people were sure to come flocking in. But it didn't interest the blonde too much. She could never imagine eating two ice cream cones by herself. She'd get sick, for sure. "N-N-N-No thank y-y-y-you. I-I'll justtakeone!" she said, her last words jumbling together since she spoke so quickly. Yet the cashier's spirit didn't change a bit, simply getting her ice cream, accepting the money, and saying a pleasant, "Thank you, come again!" as Namine turned to walk away. The sight in front of her, however, was utterly horrifying. People were... everywhere! The shop was overly crowded now, and she'd have to squeeze through the densely packed area to get to the door. And even that option didn't seem promising. she'd surely drop her ice cream, on herself, the floor, or even another person! That would just make things ten times worse. A frightened expression made its way onto her face, and she looked left and right for some kind of opening to leave, or perhaps an empty table to sit at. Her search was to no avail. Her anxiety was building up, and her heart was racing. This simple trip for ice cream turned into a nightmare! And apparently, no one could help her out of it.

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[Kousuke Actéon Devreaux]

There weren’t very many things in this world that Kousuke actually liked, he could tolerate many things; children, spicy foods, rush hour traffic, but that didn’t necessarily mean that he liked any of those things just because he could put up with them. However, among the short list of things that he did like icecream was at the very top—right below bunny rabbits [he loves those little bastards!].

Kousuke found himself frequenting the little ice cream shop rather often, usually after school hours when he was done with his work for the day which meant that most of the time he went by himself. Though there were a few occasions when he’d be found in the accompaniment of his two younger sisters who had, more often than not, pestered him into taking them out for ice cream [his treat, of course]. So it went without saying that the shop workers definitely knew who he was, though…even if he didn’t visit the ice cream parlor often they still probably would have known him by name simply because he and his family were very well known around the city—after all, the Devreauxs had been the ones to build it from the ground up. None of this would even be possible without his family.

His icy stare danced across the parlor, scanning over each and every sticky faced person that was currently crowding the already tiny parlor. There was some sort of promotional offer going on today, he guessed, buy one cone get one free or something like that. It was a little bizarre, seeing so many people piling into the small ice cream place that usually received most of its business in the warmer months—it was October, the air was cool and chilly, most people didn’t going around eating icecream in the chill like this. Kousuke didn’t fall into the category of ‘most people’, however, he would gladly enjoy a giant ice cream cone in the middle of winter if he could [and he usually did!]

Turning his attention back to the cone in his right hand, the blond brought it up to his lips, licking the sickly sweet concoction of Birthday Cake and Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough that he had had the woman behind the counter pile high on his cone. He had luckily arrived in time to beat the rush, it seemed, his lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he watched the kids wander around the shop, looking for a place to sit with their icecream, only to find that all the available seating options were already taken.

He took a large bite of cookie dough and birthday cake, mm, so delicious. Movement caught the corner of his eye, and while that really shouldn’t have been much of a surprise considering how packed the parlor was, he still found himself turning his head to watch as a young blonde meekly thanked the cashier for her ice cream and then turned to, he assumed, look for a place to sit only to realize that there was none.

Kousuke found himself watching her for a moment or two [not in a creepy way, mind you, more in a curious way] before his lips quirked into a teasing smirk, “You seem a bit out of place.

[/color]” His foot underneath the table pushed the seat across from him out a bit and he nodded his head, gesturing for her to take a seat [if she wanted to, that is], “Go ahead, I don’t bite.[/color]” The last part was added as a sort of dry joke.
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[atrb= style, font-family: arial; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] Namine was starting to convince herself that she was claustrophobic. In the midst of this whole dense shop, she was feeling terribly scared. Everyone seemed to be invading her personal bubble, and she'd rather only have herself in that bubble, not some cussing adult complaining about the line being too long. Said man was seriously freaking her out, and as he walked forward, he accidentally hit her with his arm. It wasn't hard, but with the way she'd been shaking this whole time, and her overall wobbly sense of balance, she almost fell over. Instead, however, she staggered a few steps away, yet managed to regain balance at the last minute. She was about to breath a sigh of relief, when suddenly, the noise of a chair sounded. “You seem a bit out of place. Go ahead, I don’t bite.” Namine jumped at the sudden noise, and the man's voice scared her. Even if she hadn't been unstable to begin with, she still found that she would have been frightened of the man. his overall look was rather intimidating to her, and her mind was whirring with the possibilities of who he was. "Maybe he's some kind of stalker! A kidnapper, perhaps? Or, even a molester?! M-Maybe a p-p-p-p-pedophile?!" Even if he claimed to "not bite", she wasn't too sure she believed him. Namine would have rather not appeared rude, yet she was ready to brave the crowd if it meant getting away from this molester [or whatever kind of criminal she assumed him to be]. "A-A-A-Ah,I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-s-s-sorry! I-I, um, w-wel- woah!" Her weak denial was cut short. As she spoke, she'd started to try to walk away, or at least turn away. However, she was so nervous in front of this man that she ended up tripping, effectively flinging her ice cream cone. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to turn too much. Grabbing the chair for balance, she hesitantly looked up, hoping to not see what she thought she'd see. This was not so. Like she'd assumed, her ice cream had flown through the air... right onto the molester's hair. Her expression turning even more horrified, she stumbled a bit in attempt to grab napkins from the table [luckily there was one of those handy napkin boxes there]. Whether he was a criminal or not, she would feel guilty if she simply left him covered in ice cream that she'd gotten on him. Leaning across the top, she did her best to get at least some of the sticky food out of his hair. Not like she had much luck. All Namine had managed to do was get the napkins stuck on his hair. "I-I-I'm r-r-really s-s-sorry, M-M-Mr. Molester, uh, no! No, um, s-s-sorry s-sir. um, I-I really didn't t-try to spill the i-ice cream and I-I swear it was j-just an a-a-a-accident!" she exclaimed. Normally, she would never talk so much. However, the stuttered words of apology just came flowing out, with her anxiety and nervousness mixed in.Oh, this man must be furious with her! She wasn't making the situation any better with her napkins, and there was no telling what he'd do to her. Maybe he'd start yelling at her, or even physically hurting her! If only she'd had more confidence, she could easily walk away, or maybe even be able to walk without falling over. Today was just not her day.

[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] TAG;; Kousuke WORD COUNT;; 635 NOTES;; Oh dear, Namine is a nervous wreak under pressure... Poor Kousuke, at least I know you're not a criminal.. LYRICS;; Mean by Taylor Swift CREDITS;; made by ` a i m i on OTE

[Kousuke Actéon Devreaux]

He observed her actions through a calculating stare; she seemed incredibly skittish and shy and he doubted that she would take him up on his offer to take the empty seat across from him. Oh well, it’s not like he’d he upset or lose sleep over the matter if she chose to walk away from him—he had only thought that he’d try his hand at being nice, his sisters told him that he needed to lighten up, that he was too intimidating in the eyes of other people but honestly? He didn’t give a damn how he was viewed and he quite liked the idea of himself being considered intimidating and unapproachable.

Kousuke didn’t bother to watch her to see what her decision was to be, instead he put his focus on the icecream cone in his hand, taking another mixed bite of birthday cake and cookie dough. His icy stare shifted to her momentarily when she began to stutter some reply, a declination he assumed but he couldn’t be too positive since her stuttering made it quite difficult to understand what she was trying to get out. Honestly, did she have some sort of speech impediment or something? His degrading thoughts were cut short as she flew forwards, he, of course, making no attempt to help her whatsoever. Though karma seemed to working against him for the icecream cone that had previously been in the young blonde’s hands was now stuck in his hair…a gooey mess.

His eye twitched in irritation. Did that really just happen? Needless to say he was a little less than pleased, he could feel his pulse quickening as the anger rose within him. And then the child had the audacity to touch him! Kousuke didn’t like being touched by anyone and here she was completely disregarding his personal space to clean up a mess that was all her fault—only she was making things worse, rather than fixing the situation.

“Enough. I think I can manage to clean myself up, thanks.

[/color]” His voice was eerily calm, despite the irritation that was raging within him. It was then that she decided to speak again, no doubt to try and justify her actions…

Molestor?

“Do you know who I am?[/color]” Kousuke peered over the amethyst rims of his sunglasses at her, there was no way that she would outwardly call him such a derogatory name unless she didn’t know who he was. Which was absolutely absurd since everyone knew who he was…
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[atrb= style, font-family: arial; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] Namine's eyes had gone wide with panic. She was desperately trying to help get the ice cream out of the moles- no, no, the man's hair. It was like her mind was on replay, and she was thinking, "I'mso dead, I'm so dead, I'm so dead, I'm so dead, I'm so dead!" She actually meant this quite literally. She was still partially convinced this man was a criminal, and wouldn't be too shocked if he suddenly whipped out a knife or something. Namine's movements were quick and hasty, and she could easily see her napkin, soggy with ice cream, was getting torn into little pieces, all stuck in his hair. If she had been a bit more calm, she would have stopped by now. However, she was definitely not calm, and found she just couldn't stop, her mind only registering that the sooner this was done, the sooner she could leave run away. Her hand stopped mid-rub as the man talked again. Namine froze. So... he could handle it by himself? Did that mean she was done? That she could leave and have noting more to do with this fugitive scary man? Outwardly, she only appeared to slowly retract her hand, and stand still, a somewhat blank expression on her face. Yet inwardly, she was smiling and breathing a huge breath of relief. Her inner calamity was ceased, however, when a simple sentence came into her ears. "Do you know who I am?" Namine gulped slightly. "No, I don't know who you are," she thought to herself. But the simple phrase got her mind whirling again. If he assumed she should know who h was, then did that mean he was a notorious criminal? Or, perhaps the leader of a huge crime syndicate? A mafia boss? Both options were worse than the average bad guy. This meant, that someone, most likely wanted, was here, in front of her, whom had offered her a seat, was some kind of illegal murderer or dealer. Taking a small step back, she took in a very shaky breath. As she exhaled, her response came out. "N-N-No, s-sir, I-I-I don't k-k-know w-who you are." In Namine's ears, aside from the stuttering, which was somewhat natural for her, her voice had come out somewhat clear. Deathly quiet, perhaps, but pretty steady. Or at least steadier than earlier. And in the back of her mind, as her response came out, an additional thought popped up. "But I think I might!"

[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] TAG;; Kousuke WORD COUNT;; 444 NOTES;; To understand Namine's last sentence, connect the thought at the end to what she said and ignore the sentences in between. You'll get it when you read it. LYRICS;; Mean by Taylor Swift CREDITS;; made by ` a i m i on OTE