[ICHIJO] Let's Get Outta Here~

[Satoshi Takeo Konoe]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][tr][atrb=width,360px][atrb=valign,center] Sometimes I Feel A Little Fragile... Sometimes I feel so frail so small LOCATION; crescentwood. TAGS; ichijo. WORDS; 600. MUSIC; fragile by delta goodrem. CREDITS; kei of sa tt and ote. [atrb=style,background:url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u76/Nightmare-san/Background/crazyb.gif); opacity: .75; width: 450px; height: 520px; border:5px #8A8788 solid; -webkit-border-radius:10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; padding: 10px;] It was early. Early enough that the sun wasn't up yet. But it wasn't super early, or anything like that. It was the normal time that the boy climbed out of bed in the mornings. Well, most mornings. He got up this early on school days and on Sundays. Sundays because he had to go to church with his mother and father. School days because, well, he had to go to school. School started at 7:30 in the morning. The young blonde got up at 5:30. That seems really early, but it's not that bad when you consider the fact that he walks to school. Yes, the eight-year-old walks to school. See, his older brother went to the University. But he didn't walk to school by himself. Not anymore at least. Nope. Recently, a certain tall teenage boy had been coming to his house in the morning and walking him to school. Now, he hadn't mind walking by himself or anything like that, but he did like it much better when Ichijo was there with him. The biggest reason for that being he absolutely adores Ichijo he's scared of dogs and bugs and quite a bit of other stuff. Anyway, back on track. The boy dragged himself out of bed, collected a pair of boxers, and headed out of his room to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he brushed his teeth, towel-dried, pulled on the underwear, and headed back to his room. Once there, he proceeded to pull on his dark brown trousers and a white dress shirt. He left his tie hanging around his neck (he had no idea how to tie it) and put on his silver chain (with his house key on it). Sitting on the edge of his bed, he pulled on his socks and shoes before grabbing his school bag. After looking around the room to make sure he had everything, he headed down stairs and put on some toast. Unlocking the front door (chain and deadbolt) he pulled it open and dropped his bag on the porch. He added his jacket and scarf to that pile before going to collect his toast. Satoshi added some butter and jelly, dropping the four pieces of toast onto a paper plate, before stepping out onto the porch himself. He pulled the front door closed behind him, locking it with his key before sitting down and beginning to munch on his breakfast. It was about six now. Plenty of time to walk to school (it only took 45 minutes at a nice, steady pace) with time to spare. He didn't bother rushing his breakfast since he had plenty of time to get to school. Besides, he knew Ichijo would be there any minute so that they could walk together. By the way, Ichijo wasn't another eight-year-old. He was thirteen and he went to Junior High. But Kingdom Junior High was right next to Kingdom Elementary. Actually, the actual high school was right there too. It was actually called Kingdom Academy as a whole. Sitting there in the cool air (with the sniffles no less), not wearing his jacket, probably wasn't the best idea. But he didn't care about that right now. If he went ahead and put his jacket on, he'd have to take it back off when he asked for some help with his tie and that would be a waist of 30 seconds. 30 seconds that could be better spent talking to his crush bestest friend ever. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - NOTES; Yay for getting this up. Finally. I've been working on this post for, like, two days now. SATOSHI'S COLORS; speech. thoughts. SATOSHI'S VOICE; here~. OTHER'S COLOR; speech.

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[Ichijo"Ikelo"Takahara]

"I watch the city burn
These dreams like ashes float away
Your voice I never heard
Only silence
Where were you when our hearts were bleeding
Where were you when it all crashed down
Never thought that you'd deceive me
Where are you now?"

Ichijo moved out of his bed, he looked to the picture that was sitting next to his bed, he always kept it there. He would look at it when he was sad, after all he had his friends with him and they were all he needed. Not that anyone would understand him anyway, only a few people truly did and Satoshi was one of the few who really knew him. His other friends knew some about him, but it seemed Satoshi knew more. Maybe it was because of comfort levels Ichijo was not sure on that. Not that he would ever want to think about it anyway. He yawned and stretched, his back cracking as the blankets fell around his body. He looked to his hand, then to where the stitches were. He did not regret protecting his friend but he wanted the stitches to fade away or be taken out already. He was annoyed with them, or maybe he just wanted to feel pain. He did not truly care, he just couldn't wait to see his friend even if it was just walking him to school now. They were not the same age, but a friend was a friend and he liked having friends well he actually had a thing against them but this one he didnt' mind as much. He had made a promise to himself to protect them, and make sure nothing happened to them. Even if they might not have liked that, or at least liked what he was doing. 'Satoshi....for some reason I don't think his parents like me very much...but could just be my imagination...' He grabbed the book that was laying next to him on the bed, and placed it into his bag after making sure the picture was still in the front. He liked having Satoshi around, there was nothing that would make this better on them.

He knew there was just a few things that had gone on, and at the same time it was just not to easy. They were always trying, and he always wanted to just be able to smile freely without any problems this time. He walked out of his room, making sure to shut the door behind him, his little brother was still asleep in the room. There house was not a big one so most of the kids shared rooms, since they rented one of the rooms out to someone to get extra money. "Well I'm going to school bye mother..." He kissed his mother on the cheek and grabbed some toast from the counter shoving it into his mouth as he raced out of the door waving to her. 'Mother seems to be doing better...' He had taken over her work at the house, and the inn they owned. His father was a drunk when he wasn't at work, and sometimes he skipped work since his work was technically just sitting and ordering others around. He had been up late doing his homework last night so he was a bit tired.

But he let it go and hurried over to his friends house, he wanted to be there and well even though that familiar sting showed up in his arm again he ignored it. He had made his choice and they could hate him for it or they could accept it as he had. He did not care and never would for as long as he was still living and breathing. "Hey shrimp been waiting long?"He smirked and put his arm on the kid's head looking down at him. He always did that it was just the way they were. Plus he could be known as a different person around his friends, and the others at school right.

['thoughts', "Speech"]

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"These passions slowly smoldering
A lesson never learned
Only violence
Is your world just a broken promise
Is your love just a drop of rain
Will we all just burn our fire."

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[Satoshi Takeo Konoe]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][tr][atrb=width,360px][atrb=valign,center] Sometimes I Feel A Little Fragile... Sometimes I feel so frail so small LOCATION; crescentwood. TAGS; ichijo. WORDS; 600. MUSIC; fragile by delta goodrem. CREDITS; kei of sa tt and ote. [atrb=style,background:url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u76/Nightmare-san/Background/crazyb.gif); opacity: .75; width: 450px; height: 520px; border:5px #8A8788 solid; -webkit-border-radius:10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; padding: 10px;] As he sat there and ate another piece of toast he stared out into the distance, looking up slightly at the sky. It was still fairly dark out but the sun was beginning to show itself, shining a little bit of it's light upon the land and warming the air ever so slightly. As he bit onto the crispy bread again, he shivered. It was still pretty cool out, especially to him. He was used to wearing a jacket and scarf even when it was hot, so cold weather hit him pretty hard. Plus, it was always coldest as the sun rose. Just as the heat hit it's peak as the sun set. He was pretty sure that's how it went, at least. After finishing the third piece of toast (he still had one left) he set the paper plate next to him, stood up, and fiddled with his tie. Anything to keep moving, even if only a little. The air around him was fine until the wind blew, which it was doing a lot of right now. But still, no matter how much he fiddled with it, he couldn't get the darn thing tied right. Maybe he should have just gotten the clip-on. It would have been a lot easier for him. It was as he fiddled with the blue neck accessory that the person he was waiting for showed up. The older boy draped an arm over his head and looked down at him. In response, the eight year old looked up, a slightly annoyed look on his face (it was obvious that it wasn't directed at Ichijo though). "Ichi-san, can you tie this for me?" The little blonde turned toward his friend a bit and pointed to his tie with his left pointer finger, his other hand falling to his side. Satoshi then continued with, "I wasn't waiting too long. I was having breakfast. And I'm not a shrimp!" He glared, though it was completely harmless and probably rather un-intimidating. This was a common occurrence, though. He always glared and denied that he was a shrimp. Or a squirt. Or anything else of the sort. Even though he actually was one. Still, he didn't really mind it. If he did, he'd probably put more effort into his glares and his denial. He actually kind of liked it because it sounded endearing when Ichijo called him that. It actually didn't bother him very much. And he couldn't keep a glare going for very long. When it faded away it was replaced by a grin, his eyes lighting up. "There's another piece of toast if you want it, Ichi-san." Oh, yes, Ichi-san. He always seemed to use that honorific, no matter who he was talking too. He'd been very tempted to use -chan (or -tan even) but that was an affectionate diminutive (and in some instances a derisive diminutive) and he wasn't sure if Ichijo would appreciate that. Plus it made it sound like his liked Ichijo or something. You know, as more than just a friend or something like that. Which he did, honestly, though he didn't realize that. Anyway, he pointed to the plate that was still sitting on the porch behind him. Buttered with apply jelly smeared on top. He wasn't sure if Ichijo liked toast or apple jelly, to be honest, but he didn't really want the last piece and he was extra happy to share it with Ichijo. Instead of tossing it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - NOTES; Definitions for all of the honorifics can be found Here~. -chan, while used mostly for pets and for (and between) girls, is also applicable to small children regardless of gender, friends, and lovers. Because they're supposed to be pretty close by this point, I was thinking Ichijo'd be calling him Take or Toshi or something. Maybe with -kun, -chan, or -bozu attached. x3 I vote for -chan with -bozu thrown in once in a while. (-bozu is roughly equivalent to addressing someone with a nickname like "squirt" or in a friendly tone calling them "twerp".) SATOSHI'S COLORS; speech. thoughts. SATOSHI'S VOICE; here~. OTHER'S COLOR; speech.

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[Ichijo"Ikelo"Takahara]

"I watch the city burn
These dreams like ashes float away
Your voice I never heard
Only silence
Where were you when our hearts were bleeding
Where were you when it all crashed down
Never thought that you'd deceive me
Where are you now?"

Ichijo yawned a bit, he had been working hard on at least a little studying the night before not that he needed it. His classes weren't that hard, he would have rather been doing something else. He noticed the toast and well the routine hardly ever changed. They always met up here, then went to school. The kid seemed annoyed, something happened or he was just frustrated with things. "Sure Take-chan..."He helped the boy though it was not something he was sure about, there was only a few things that could make this day bad. And they were not showing up, with the fact that he had his best friend here. He shivered, it was just a bit cold out here, but as he helped the younger male with the tie, all that cold just seemed to vanish. Maybe it was cause of the sun, or just because he stopped thinking about it when he was with Satoshi.

He couldn't help but smirk when the kid glared at him, it was just a harmless glare the kid truly didn't mean it. That was what one called denial, Satoshi was a cute little shrimp. Ichijo eyed the toast when the kid said he could have, maybe he was only taking it cause Satoshi said he could. Or it was also cause he was hungry the kid ate more then Ichijo did. Then again this kid was always running out of the house in the morning, not because he was late just because he wanted to see Satoshi. If he didn't see him before school, he usually worried about him more then actually focusing on school.

He just seemed to nibble on the toast slowly, not sure what to say from here, he did care for this kid. Some would say more then he should. But he would not let anything happen to him, he would always be there to make sure nothing bad happened. The Toast kinda tasted off to Ichijo, but he finished it off like it was nothing. He never really had toast like that, since well it's not like it mattered to him, food was food. 'At least he's not getting into trouble yet...' That was good to know he hated when this kid got himself into trouble, or even well just picked on at school. Though if he did get in trouble, it always gave Ichijo the ability to save him didn't it. "Well come on we should get going..." Not that he wanted to...he would much rather stay here.

['thoughts', "Speech"]

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"These passions slowly smoldering
A lesson never learned
Only violence
Is your world just a broken promise
Is your love just a drop of rain
Will we all just burn our fire."

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[Satoshi Takeo Konoe]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][tr][atrb=width,360px][atrb=valign,center] Sometimes I Feel A Little Fragile... Sometimes I feel so frail so small LOCATION; crescentwood. TAGS; ichijo. WORDS; 600. MUSIC; fragile by delta goodrem. CREDITS; kei of sa tt and ote. [atrb=style,background:url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u76/Nightmare-san/Background/crazyb.gif); opacity: .75; width: 450px; height: 520px; border:5px #8A8788 solid; -webkit-border-radius:10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; padding: 10px;] Satoshi's grin widened quite a bit when Ichijo began to help him with the tie he was wearing. He absolutely loved it when the older boy helped him. No matter what with. He, of course, chalked it up to Ichijo being one of his best friends ever. But we all know the real reason behind it. I mean, uh, it was totally because the thirteen year old was one of his best friends. The close proximity made him feel warm, despite the cool wind that blew. But feeling warm and actually being warm were two different things entirely. With a shiver and a sniffle, he grabbed his jacket and pulled it on. After all, his tie was tied so he didn't need to worry about that anymore. He definitely felt warmer, and was warmer, once the yellow piece of clothing was protecting him from the cold October morning. Sure, he still got a shill now and then but it was nothing too major. As he'd known, his glare didn't do a thing for him. It never did. So why did he bother doing it in the first place? It must have been an automatic habit he'd picked up because of the bullies or something. It's not like he was in denial. He wasn't a shrimp or anything like that. Not at all. Or it could have been that he wanted to see the smirk that always made it's way to Ichijo's lips. He'd deny that though. It got quiet after that, as the two of them nommed on the toast. The eight year old didn't really like silence most of the time, but when it was Ichijo he was with he dealt with it. But that didn't mean he liked it. He much preferred it when he and Ichijo talked to each other. He liked hearing the middle schooler's voice. The reason for that could be debated but it was mostly because of the younger boys crush. Once they'd both finished the toast, the two boys headed off towards the school. He thought hard about what to say to start some kind of conversation, but he was coming up short. So, instead of saying something right then, he double stepped and grabbed Ichijo's hand, walking along next to him. Since he was holding the other boys hand with both of his own, he walked backwards so that he could grin up as his friend. Something had come to mind. While it wouldn't be the most fun conversation he could have chosen, it was one that would, hopefully, benefit him. And Ichijo. After all, he did need the help. "Hey, Ichi-san, could you tutor me? I need help with history. The teacher is really boring and even if I read the chapters in the book I don't remember it." He took a deep breath and, after another sniffle, continued, "And I could use some help with French too. Wait. Do you know French, Ichi-san? I don't think there are many people who take French classes." As much has he wanted to learn French and do well in the class, nothing seemed to stick. It didn't matter how much he studied. It was like that with history too. Except with history he never seemed to retain the information because it was such a boring subject to him. And the teacher was really boring too. So that just made it worse. And he didn't know how to make it more fun. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - NOTES; I didn't actually mean for it to end up so long. x3 SATOSHI'S COLORS; speech. thoughts. SATOSHI'S VOICE; here~. OTHER'S COLOR; speech.

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[Ichijo"Ikelo"Takahara]

"I watch the city burn
These dreams like ashes float away
Your voice I never heard
Only silence
Where were you when our hearts were bleeding
Where were you when it all crashed down
Never thought that you'd deceive me
Where are you now?"

Maybe the fact that Ichijo treated Satoshi different then he treated most people was because of how long they had known each other. Or a more secret reason one that would get him into trouble if anyone found out about it, the kid kept it from Satoshi as well. One day he might say something but for now it was not a good time. They were friends, nothing more right. The best of friends....that was all he would tell himself for now. He looked at the tie, he had done his work and moved back to the let the kid put his jacket on he wanted to get out of here. Not cause of Satoshi, no the kid's family maybe but he wasn't hated by them either. He just kinda felt uncomfortable around them, he wouldn't say that since it was not a nice thing to say. He just cleared his mind and focused the fact that he had his friend in front of him.

It was the real person he wanted to focus on, not just some dream that had flowed into his mind. Not that it really mattered to him, one way or another he would be able to get what he wanted done. He cracked his neck, and just rubbed it a bit. He was sore maybe cause of how he had fallen asleep or something. He was working hard to get through his sports and his school work. Which reminded him of the game he had to play tonight, then there was a few others things. He looked to Satoshi, putting the last piece of the toast that he was eating in his mouth. He couldn't help but have thoughts run through his mind, he knew he had to get to school though. Being late again was not on the agenda. He was just walking ahead a bit when the boy grabbed onto his hand.

He smiled down at that boy, as if he was just being nice but he really thought that it was cute. Satoshi was a good kid, he just needed to be protected. Satoshi would not get hurt by anyone, or anything not as long as Ichijo was here. He would make sure of it, as he had before with the dog. The boy really seemed to want to talk, or maybe it was just cause the boy didn't like silence. Ichijo barely talked, but when he did it was either a very odd conversation or a fun one. Usually it was when he had some sugar, or he was spending the night at Satoshi's house. He really liked to do that it was fun, he got to cuddle up and hold the younger boy close to him as well.

"Tutor you? hm..." He listened as the kid talked, the teacher had to be boring for Satoshi not to pay attention. But then again the teachers had probably changed since Ichijo was in that grade. "Alright I'll help you...And French a little here and there...father said it was wise for us to know at least a little..." He didn't know if that was the whole truth, part of him had just started learning again when he found out about Satoshi taking it or whatever. Maybe it was so he could tutor or just cause he felt like it that was still to be seen. He did know one thing he had to make it more fun, or this kid would get bored instantly and probably fall asleep or something.

If it wasn't a school related subject he would have been just fine with doing something else, but at the very least he could spend more time with his best friend.

['thoughts', "Speech"]

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"These passions slowly smoldering
A lesson never learned
Only violence
Is your world just a broken promise
Is your love just a drop of rain
Will we all just burn our fire."

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[Satoshi Takeo Konoe]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][tr][atrb=width,360px][atrb=valign,center] Sometimes I Feel A Little Fragile... Sometimes I feel so frail so small LOCATION; crescentwood. TAGS; ichijo. WORDS; 700. MUSIC; fragile by delta goodrem. CREDITS; kei of sa tt and ote. [atrb=style,background:url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u76/Nightmare-san/Background/crazyb.gif); opacity: .75; width: 450px; height: 520px; border:5px #8A8788 solid; -webkit-border-radius:10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; padding: 10px;] Satoshi loved any attention that Ichijo gave him. It didn't really matter if the attention was good or bad or something in-between, as long as he was getting some from the older boy. Of course, he'd rather have attention for doing something good or cute or right over attention for doing something wrong or mean or something. Then again, he never did anything mean. It just wasn't like him. Doing something wrong, on the other hand, did happen once in a while. Thinking about that caused his mind to wander to something else. He often saw groups of kids at school playing around. They'd play all sorts of things like tag or they'd ask each other questions rather than studying by themselves. Except when they messed up somehow or got a question wrong, they'd have to do something gross or stupid or would have to put up with whatever the oldest member of the group (the leader, of course) decided to do. If only he could remember what they had called it. He wasn't part of any groups that played games that way, he had just heard the others talking about it now and then. Sometimes he knew what they were talking about and sometimes he had no idea. Maybe it was because he was a second year and the people who played those games were third, forth, and fifth years who spent a lot of time with the sixth years. He wondered if Lily or Ichijo would know. Ichijo probably would, he went to the junior high school after all. Lily was a fifth year, so maybe she'd have some idea about it. He have to ask her sometime. He didn't want to look stupid in front of Ichijo. Still, he wished he could remember what the games were called. Just knowing that would help him. He could look it up online. Actually, he could look it all up online. But maybe that wasn't such a good idea. He had used his brother's computer once, to look up something for school, and most of what had popped up had nothing to do with baby ducks. Yeah, there was no way he was going to look this up. There was no telling what he'd see that he really didn't want to see. Did his brother like seeing that sort of stuff? Ichijo broke the boy from his thoughts when he agreed to play tutor. The eight year old was ecstatic about it. Not only would he get to spend more time with his crush Ichijo, but he was sure Ichijo would be a better teacher than Yuiko-sensei was. He knew that because Yuiko-sensei was really boring and had a boring voice. Ichijo, on the other hand, wasn't boring at all and he loved hearing his older friends voice. The kid bounced up and down a few times at the news. Not only was his bestest friend ever going to help him with history, but he was going to help with French a bit too. How perfect was that? It was beyond perfect. "Awesome!" He giggled as he bounced about a few more times before dropping one hand to his side and walking along next to the middle schooler like a normal couple pair of friends would. "Do you wanna tutor me at my house, Ichi-san? Or yours?" He sniffled again, "When do you wanna start? My mum and dad wont be home 'till late tonight but I don't think they'd mind you coming over after school." This time, he paused to take a breath, "And we could play games or something too, not just study school stuff. I bet there's all kinds of things you could teach me, Ichi-san~!" With another deep breath, he figured it was a good idea to let his friend answer him. Before he went and asked anymore questions. Speaking of questions, he still couldn't figure out what those games were called that the older kids played. 'It started with a 'P'... Oh! I know! Punishment games! Wait, that doesn't sound right..?' - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - NOTES; Sorry it took so long. x3 And I had Satoshi ramble. A lot. SATOSHI'S COLORS; speech. thoughts. SATOSHI'S VOICE; here~. OTHER'S COLOR; speech.

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[Ichijo"Ikelo"Takahara]

"I watch the city burn
These dreams like ashes float away
Your voice I never heard
Only silence
Where were you when our hearts were bleeding
Where were you when it all crashed down
Never thought that you'd deceive me
Where are you now?"

He just kinda used his other hand to cover his mouth as he coughed, for some reason he didn't know why he had starting coughing. Maybe he choked on some of the toast, or it went down the wrong tube that happened from time to time and he had done that before. Ichijo could tell just by looking at his younger friend that his mind had wandered, wandered to where was what he wanted to know. He would let the kid tell him one way or another, after all he always ended up finding out what was going through that kids head.

Well just about anything anyway. 'This kid...darn the thoughts...' He was imagining Satoshi as something maybe he shouldn't, though this happened off and on. After all he had been the kid's friend for just about ever right even if he wouldn't say much about it. He squeezed the kid's hand lightly, just to see if he could break him out of whatever he was thinking about. But it seemed the boy already realized something, and was talking again so he let it go for now. Of course he did know what the kid wanted to know, but he didnt' know what it was so of course he wouldn't be able to say anything.

He was kinda just in the mood of getting school over with then studying with his friend. Maybe he could fall asleep at his friends house, not like he needed to change his clothes, he would just sleep in his uniform. "Jeez you really are a hyper one aren't you." Not that he cared, he had said how it was cute before hadn't he, the kid had to remember that. "Yours would probably be better..." he didn't want to bring up why he was saying that it was no matter really.

But he wanted to get away from his house for a little bit, it was just much better if he did. "And games sound fun as long as you study some too...." He knew that if he said he was going to study well they had to do that didn't they.
['thoughts', "Speech"]

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"These passions slowly smoldering
A lesson never learned
Only violence
Is your world just a broken promise
Is your love just a drop of rain
Will we all just burn our fire."

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[Satoshi Takeo Konoe]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][tr][atrb=width,360px][atrb=valign,center] Sometimes I Feel A Little Fragile... Sometimes I feel so frail so small LOCATION; crescentwood. TAGS; ichijo. WORDS; 600. MUSIC; fragile by delta goodrem. CREDITS; kei of sa tt and ote. [atrb=style,background:url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u76/Nightmare-san/Background/crazyb.gif); opacity: .75; width: 450px; height: 520px; border:5px #8A8788 solid; -webkit-border-radius:10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; padding: 10px;] Satoshi knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he'd figured it out. But the more conscious part of him couldn't believe that 'Punishment Games' was actually what they other, older, kids played. It just didn't sound right. It didn't sound fun. It sounded sort of... not pleasant. It sounded kind of like a game of 'Truth or Dare' without the Truth option, and you're 'it' every time you did something wrong or you messed up. But that was exactly what it was, wasn't it? A game of constant Dare's? A game were, if you slip up somehow or another, you're forced to do something gross or stupid or... wrong. He shook his head vigorously to get the thoughts to go away. It must of been his curious nature that made him think so hard on it like that. Looking back up at Ichijo, he wondered if mentioning those games would make him look stupid. Or if Ichijo would know anything about them. Well, he was pretty sure Ichijo would know, because Ichijo was really smart. He knew that. That's why he didn't want to ask a stupid question. Plus, he didn't want his friend to get mad at him or anything if there was more to the games than just what he saw of them. So, he decided that he would ask about them. He'd just wait until later. Wait until tonight when he had a supply of Pocky and chips and candies to offer up if the older boy did get mad or upset or offended or whatever. He didn't have anything with him now that he could offer or, at least, he didn't think he did. Though, of course, he could just offer up himself but he had no idea that was a viable option. Despite the thoughts swimming through his head, he hadn't stopped hopping as they walked. And after shaking the thoughts from his mind, he seemed even more hyper and cheerful than before. Maybe because he'd decided on what he'd do (in regards to the games). Nevertheless, he forced himself to calm down a little bit, though a huge grin formed on his face when Ichijo mentioned how hyper he was and then went on to say that his house would be better. For the studying that is. "Sweet! 'Cause I got a n-" The boy stopped mid sentence when he felt the sneeze coming. At first, he thought he just needed to sniffle again, like he'd done so many times already. But that wasn't it at all. He tilted his head back, out of instinct he guessed, and then buried his face in his arm and he finally sneezed. He sneezed twice, actually, before rubbing his nose with his sleeve and sniffling. Then he continued what he'd been saying before, "I got a new game yesterday that I haven't played yet. My mum brought it home, so I'm not sure what it even is. But I think it was one of those adventure type games or something." "And don't worry, I'll be sure to study too. But it'd be boring if that's all we did right? So we could take breaks and play all kinds of games and stuff, too, yeah?" He loved video games, but he also wanted to do well in history and French. So he'd definitely study. But he wanted to play with Ichijo too, not just study. Video games or otherwise. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - NOTES; Again, I'm sorry for taking so long. And~ Satoshi rambled some more. =3 SATOSHI'S COLORS; speech. thoughts. SATOSHI'S VOICE; here~. OTHER'S COLOR; speech.

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[Ichijo"Ikelo"Takahara]

"I watch the city burn
These dreams like ashes float away
Your voice I never heard
Only silence
Where were you when our hearts were bleeding
Where were you when it all crashed down
Never thought that you'd deceive me
Where are you now?"

Ichijo might have just been a bit tired, he was not sure if he wanted to deal with anything right now. He would call his mother later, before he went to Satoshi's house just to tell her where he would be. She was probably going to be sleeping, or planning something with the younger kids. After all his little brother wanted to go do something, even if it made little or no sense. She always tried to be so happy even if it was hard for her, he knew that just by looking at her.

The kid that was here was the only one he really concerned about. Well at the moment, his thoughts flickered between them, but he would just focus on his friend. Smile like nothing was wrong, like nothing had ever happened he had done that a lot hadn't he. Things never worked that easy in his life, he had school to look forward to and if he got to spend time with Satoshi it made it even better.

'The kid's thinking too much again...wonder what he's thinking about..' He sighed and tried to relax, he was not as tense as he might have seemed it was just his way of avoiding what his feelings and mind were saying. He looked to the kid as he sneezed, the kid was still recovering it seemed.

The cold did things to people as it always did. "Bless you..." He muttered it more over, only Satoshi really saw this side of him. Most of the kids at school thought he was cool and closed off. And they liked to be his friends only for probably selfish reasons. He had to wonder if Satoshi was the same.

But he knew already that the boy wasn't that way at all. "You got a new game...cool...Hm well at least we can find out what it is. It'll probably be fun..." Ichijo nodded, while he helped the boy study he could work on his own homework. Then he would play games with him, and hang out like kids did.

It was not easy for them to be all work and no play. "So true...plus you are a quick learner when it's made fun...if I remember right..."

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"These passions slowly smoldering
A lesson never learned
Only violence
Is your world just a broken promise
Is your love just a drop of rain
Will we all just burn our fire."

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[Satoshi Takeo Konoe]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][tr][atrb=width,360px][atrb=valign,center] Sometimes I Feel A Little Fragile... Sometimes I feel so frail so small LOCATION; crescentwood. TAGS; ichijo. WORDS; 700. MUSIC; fragile by delta goodrem. CREDITS; kei of sa tt and ote. [atrb=style,background:url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u76/Nightmare-san/Background/crazyb.gif); opacity: .75; width: 450px; height: 520px; border:5px #8A8788 solid; -webkit-border-radius:10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; padding: 10px;] The eight year old decided not to think about the 'Punishment Games' anymore. It wouldn't do him any good good. After all, he'd decided what he was going to do about them already. Still, it nagged at the back of his mind. But so long as he was thinking about something else, it wouldn't be a problem. And he was good at thinking about other things. Well, when he wanted to, which he did. So it wouldn't be a problem for him. Instead of his previous thoughts, though they still nagged at him, he thoughts about school and what he had to look forward too. There wasn't much. He had his usual everyday classes (math, science, and history) and then he had two other classes that varied from day to day. Today he'd be going to Drawing and Literature. He was excited about the former. Literature, though, he felt so-so about right now. They were currently going over poetry, which he didn't really get into all that much. "Thank you..." he muttered, sniffling again after his little sneeze fit a few seconds ago. He didn't like sneezing. Sometimes, if he was particularly sick, he'd sneeze up a bit of snot, which was disgusting. He hated it when that happened. Especially is Ichijo was around. Or any of his other friends. But mostly Ichijo. Despite the muttered words of thanks, Satoshi was rather happy about the little exchange. Satoshi quite liked seeing the softer side of Ichijo. The side that cared about him. He saw that side of the older boy all the time, but he still loved it. It wasn't the same as how Ichijo acted towards other people, like Lily or the others. It was different somehow, though he could put his finger on exactly how. Maybe it was because the middle schooler wanted to protect him? He was, after all, the only one of his friends who was picked on and pushed around all the time. "Nah," he said, a grin on his face, "It's probably not that much fun. I mean, it's just a kid game." He figured that, since Ichijo was older, he'd like games made for older kids. Like the violent games he saw advertisements about on T.V. or something like that. He didn't think a thirteen year old would like a game made for little kids like him. But that was just what he was thinking. He'd still love to play the game after they studied a bit. No matter the age group. With another little sniffle, he gave the older boys hand a squeeze. He did it unknowingly, not that it mattered much why he did it, and then his grip relaxed again. Maybe it was some kind of instinctive thing, though it hadn't happened many times before. It must have been because they were walking past a fenced in yard, one with a dog on the other side. He was terrified of dogs. He'd been bitten by one before and the scars on his left leg were easily noticeable if he ever wore shorts. It wasn't only because he'd been bitten before, either. It was also because a dog had bitten Ichijo. It had been his fault, too. He'd been too scared of the dog to even move and Ichijo had gotten in front of him and taken the bite. He still felt a bit guilty about it, though he didn't let on that he did. He simply kept those feelings to himself, never to be mentioned aloud. Not to anyone. Nodding his agreement, he replied with "Fun always makes everything easier!" At least, for him it did. It made it easier to concentrate on whatever he was trying to learn. And it made things easier to memorize. It made things more interesting to him. It was no wonder, really, why he wasn't doing that great in History. What with a boring teacher and all that. French, though, he was doing poorly in for another reason. A reason he didn't understand. Because that class wasn't boring. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - NOTES; I almost kept on going. But I decided to stop there so you wouldn't have to read a book or anything. SATOSHI'S COLORS; speech. thoughts. SATOSHI'S VOICE; here~. OTHER'S COLOR; speech.

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[Ichijo"Ikelo"Takahara]

"I watch the city burn
These dreams like ashes float away
Your voice I never heard
Only silence
Where were you when our hearts were bleeding
Where were you when it all crashed down
Never thought that you'd deceive me
Where are you now?"

Ichijo listened to most of what Satoshi said, most of his thoughts wanted to wander far away from it, even if he knew he wouldn't be able to. He wanted to avoid school as well, but as they got closer he sucked it up and figured they might as well live with it. He was going to drop Satoshi off first like he always did then go to his school. He sighed and tried to focus off of that part. He had gotten used to being around the kid when he was sick, after all he used to take care of him all the time.

Maybe it was just his sweet nature, but then again most of his friends, well the ones who knew him better joked around saying he liked Satoshi. But they were just messing around, even if they knew the truth they wouldn't have said anything though. But he never told anyone what his thoughts were, Satoshi dragged them out every now and again. "Welcome..." He stopped talking for a little bit, just not sure if he wanted to continue talking he was thinking things over at home. Things he would never talk about to anyone, he didn't need to give them unwanted or not needed stress. "You never know we'd have to see it first..." He smirked a bit and just kinda looked around as if he was waiting for something.

His eyes went to the dog, it was a cold harsh stare, he had nothing against them in particular but he knew they scared his friend. "Yes..." He stopped at Satoshi's school to let the kid go before he would start to walk off to his own. As much as he hated going to his he couldn't wait till after school. He spent most of his day walking through school not really paying attention. He would walk out of the building before the bell even rang, well more of he jumped out of the window. It was only the first story window and the teacher wasnt' watching so he just jumped. Maybe he didn't want to be there, plus it was just a study period again.

He waited for Satoshi, sighing to himself as he looked at the phone he just shoved it away ignoring the message in it, he hated his father's text messages. He was not one for listening to him anyway and as the two boys walked towards the house Ichijo held onto Satoshi's hand not letting him get to far away from him.
[ 'thoughts', "Speech"]

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"These passions slowly smoldering
A lesson never learned
Only violence
Is your world just a broken promise
Is your love just a drop of rain
Will we all just burn our fire."

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[Satoshi Takeo Konoe]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][tr][atrb=width,360px][atrb=valign,center] Sometimes I Feel A Little Fragile... Sometimes I feel so frail so small LOCATION; crescentwood. TAGS; ichijo. WORDS; 400. MUSIC; fragile by delta goodrem. CREDITS; kei of sa tt and ote. [atrb=style,background:url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u76/Nightmare-san/Background/crazyb.gif); opacity: .75; width: 450px; height: 520px; border:5px #8A8788 solid; -webkit-border-radius:10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; padding: 10px;] Like always, Satoshi was happy to hear whatever Ichijo had to say. Even though it was just a single word, he enjoyed it. But all too soon, all conversation was stopped and the two boys had to part ways. The younger boy frowned a bit when he realized they were at his school but quickly perked back up. If he stayed all sad, the day would seem really slow, right? So he needed to to stay all happy and stuff so that it'd seem really quick. Because once school was over, he'd get to tell Ichijo all about his day. And so, he skipped off towards his school building. Turning to skip backwards for a few seconds, he waved to his friend, shouting "See ya later!" Then he turned back around and continued to his first period class. Math. He loved math. - - - - - The day had gone by quickly enough. He'd made it through Math, then Science, and then History. Drawing had been a blast and Literature hadn't been too bad. Over all, the day was quick and smooth and accident free. No bullies bothering him and he wasn't feeling any sicker than he had that morning. Satoshi practically ran out of the building to meet up with Ichijo. His extreme over-excited attitude when it came to seeing Ichijo is what made the older kids at his school wonder about him. Despite the fact that he was eight and had no idea what they were thinking. Really, they should have thought what they did, since he was just a kid who didn't know anything about that sort of thing. Even though their thoughts were pretty accurate, or would be if Ichijo did anything or when Satoshi was old enough to figure things out on his own. As soon as he met up with the older boy, Satoshi grabbed hold of his hand and they started walking. Even so, it wasn't long after that Satoshi pulled his hand away and began telling Ichijo all about his day. Still, he didn't stray too far away and he grabbed Ichijo's hand anytime he wasn't using it to accentuate a point or something. "We're just reviewing stuff in Math, but we're gonna be startin' something new next week. The teacher wouldn't tell us what but she said it'd be fun..." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - NOTES; Continued Here~! SATOSHI'S COLORS; speech. thoughts. SATOSHI'S VOICE; here~. OTHER'S COLOR; speech.

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[Ichijo"Ikelo"Takahara]

"I watch the city burn
These dreams like ashes float away
Your voice I never heard
Only silence
Where were you when our hearts were bleeding
Where were you when it all crashed down
Never thought that you'd deceive me
Where are you now?"

Ichijo was never one for talking, they had to understand that. It was just the way it was, he would not let anything change what he was thinking. He knew he would take care of this boy, he didn't want anything to happen to him. And if he could somehow make it better he would do so. No matter what he had to do, he would never let things go bad from here. He was bored already, the kid was not bored with his friend, maybe with himself or something else because he truly had no choice. Things were just not easy for any of them to do right now and of course he was no expection. He had to at least try slightly harder before it got more and more complicated. He would not make the same mistake again, he would save all the people he would, and could. Which for now that started with his friend, though he knew he still had that wound from the dog incident that his friend never wanted to talk about again. He was sure of that much for all it was really really worth at this point in time.

Which may not have seemed to be very much, it was still something that they had to at the least think about. He might have had a really bad day at school, but there was nothing that made it better other then well the fact that he was with his friend now. And he at the least could be and was happy about that it must have meant something to someone right. He waited leaning against a wall, just for the kid to show up. He felt someone grab his hand and looked at him, before they would start to walk towards his house hopefully. He wanted to at least get there before the heat started to get to him. That was the one thing he hated, even though the heat would soon turn to cold. He still was not in the mood for it and he that his friend needed to get home as well.

Sooner rather then later would be best. "Oh really something fun now? Well that's a good thing..."

{ooc: End of this thread perhaps?}
['thoughts', "Speech"]

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"These passions slowly smoldering
A lesson never learned
Only violence
Is your world just a broken promise
Is your love just a drop of rain
Will we all just burn our fire."

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