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sunshowered) wrote2014-05-02 03:43 am
sunshowered) wrote2014-05-02 03:43 am
forty-five ; right where we left off
Okay but for real, I meant it when I said that I wouldn’t let you get away with not getting my love. So here we gooooo!
Perhaps on the day that was meant to be just for her, Kido didn’t want to be invisible.
So the main indicator that January 2nd was different from any other day was the simple fact that Kido’s eyes were not red for the majority of the day for once. Instead, she simply had a weak presence… but was not invisible to most people.
It was refreshing. People could bump into her without much panic following after her and even if it was just a bit of contact, it was more than she was used to experiencing aside from when her fist came into contact with Kano’s gut.
Speaking of which—
She looked down at her phone. The idiot had asked to meet her in the central park by 2 PM without acting much different. Had he somehow forgotten? Or was this another one of his tricks?
Regardless, she shook her head faintly. Her phone clock also read that it was now 1:54 and she still had a few more blocks to go. Even if she could just say that she was the entire time and he didn’t notice her, that went against her pride.
And besides, Kano had always been able to tell when she was lying, even if she couldn’t quite return the favor with him.
“Excuse me, miss with the jacket! Do you have a minute?!”
Kido stopped, glancing over her shoulder at the voice that seemed to be calling out to her. Normally she would have kept walking, but while everyone else was bundled up with extra coats and scarves, Kido had stuck to the trusty jacket that Ayano made for her so many years ago.
The voice belonged to a waitress, bright hair done up in pigtails and a uniform that resembled that a Western style. She had a menu and some flyers in her arms and her smile was bright.
“Can I interest you in some cupcakes maybe?”
“Cupcakes…” Kido echoed softly, considering it for a moment. She glanced in the direction of the park before tilting her head, “Can it wait a bit? I need to meet with a friend.”
“Ah, maybe you should bring your friend cupcakes then?” The girl giggled, persistent and undeterred. “We have samples inside. If you could come with me for a moment?” She reached out a hand, surprisingly forward for someone who was meant to be a greeter.
Kido shifted uncomfortably, “I don’t know—”
“Oh, well I do!” The girl chirped happily before lightly grasping Kido’s arm and pulling her inside. Kido floundered, looking for a name tag to perhaps get the girl’s attention but before she knew it, she was pulled inside the store.
“Surprise!! Happy birthday, leader!”
And the waitress was suddenly Kano, holding onto Kido’s arm so casually as the rest of their friends greeted her, all clustered near the entrance of the bakery.
“E-Everyone…?” Kido stuttered.
Kano laughed then, loud and amused as he then used his other hand, now devoid of anything resembling menus, and latched onto Kido’s other arm, pulling her further into the shop.
“C’mon, fearless leader, I do believe a cute waitress suggested that you and I share some cupcakes,” he hummed pleasantly.
A moment later, he grinned.
“Also happy birthday. I’m glad you’ve kept up the whole ‘I don’t want to be invisible today’ thing. My plan just wouldn’t have worked if you shook things up this year.”
Kido blinked, surprised before shaking her head softly.
On her birthday, she wanted to be seen by other people, it was true.
However it didn’t surprise her at all that Kano was able to see all of her intentions every single day of the year.
Though she couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction when she managed to surprise Kano, happily delivering his cupcake by smashing it into his face.
Every single one of the idol’s birthdays was turned into a sort of national holiday when it came to their social circles.
The fangirls were very much on top of every possible opportunity they had to possible date one of their boys, after all. The fan mail for that particular idol would come in as a mountain that particular day and the gifts would be endless – it was a very impressive sight when some fans actually sent Otoya an entire guitar.
The promo work would be plentiful as well, no vacation in sight as the ‘special day’ for that idol was typically celebrated by putting them on a talk show so they could discuss their latest exploits.
Masato was not at all exempt from this tradition.
The snow was falling outside his window as he finally made his way home in the evening, glancing at his phone.
The fact of the matter was that he hadn’t seen Ren all day.
And he knew that Ren understood – if anything Ren knew better than most idols due to the fact that his own birthday fell on the date of February 14th, thus making his ‘special day’ twice as hectic.
Nonetheless, Masato’s was still hectic.
So it was with heavy steps and slumped shoulders that he exited the elevator upon arriving at their floor and entering their home, weakly managing, “I’m home.”
To his surprise, more than one voice returned the greeting-
“Eh? Masa’s here, guys! Masa, welcome home! Happy birthday too!”
“Ahh, Masato. Hey, lend me a hand, will you?! Natsuki’s still trying to get to the kitchen!”
“Hm? Hm? Masato’s home?! Masato, I made some pastries for the occasion!”
“Ah… You should leave room for what Ren’s preparing instead, Masato. Cecil is testament enough as to what happens if you… don’t…”
“Guh….”
The entirety of STARISH was in his apartment at 11 PM. Well then.
Ren wandered out of the kitchen then, piquing Masato’s interest as he usually did with nothing more than his presence. His hair was tied up and the apron suited him well and Masato temporarily melted at the level of domesticity-
Up until Ren nudged the unconscious prince with his foot, disgruntled, “Cesshi, go home if you’re just going to nap. It’s a party, understand?”
Masato chuckled fondly at that. “Party? This late?”
“Slumber party,” Ren answered quickly. “Though I admit, it’s not that hard seeing as we all always sleep in the same building anyway, but… well, if we couldn’t spend your special day with you, we might as well make the most of the night.”
Taking steps to close the distance between them, Masato shook his head as he watched the rest of their nakama nod their heads in agreement. “Even though it will be AM in a bit?”
Ren shrugged easily. “I never said you had to be conscious for the slumber party.” Then with a well-practiced, casual motion, he wrapped an arm around Masato’s waist and pulled him closer. “I just thought that the rest of the world has had enough of you for now… we missed you.”
Tokiya snorted softly from the couch.
Ren rolled his eyes.
“Well specifically I missed you, but I thought you’d want to at least see the rest of these guys too.”
Masato smiled at the thought before leaning up to give his boyfriend a brief kiss. “You thought right… though I did miss you too, the most perhaps.”
“Well, birthdays should be spent with loved ones, I think….” Ren chuckled softly, kissing Masato’s cheek, “and I absolutely love you the most.”
Entranced as they were, they didn’t notice the rest of the boys in the room looking easy.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for them,” Otoya whispered to the rest of the boys uneasily, “but I didn’t sign up to watch this all night.”
“Look at all this stuff!”
Sakon didn’t really have much of a choice, he thought. Upon the bell ringing for a lunch, Morgan has proceeded to take the multitude of presents that she had received and deposited them upon her desk with a clatter.
Snorting, he moved his chair so that he was straddling it, resting his arms along the back as he surveyed the hoard with a whistle. “Someone’s popular.”
“Hehe, right?! I didn’t know that this many people liked me,” Morgan smiled innocently as she sifted through the pile, trying to pick out the snacks from the pile of goodies. It was lunch time, after all.
Shrugging easily, Sakon teased, “What’s not to like?”
At first Morgan gasped, but that was probably because she’d managed to find a little box of marshmallow bunnies hidden in the pile. But then his comment registered and she giggled pleasantly, “Snake tongue.”
“What does that even mean—“
He was then rudely interrupted by a marshmallow bunny being shoved into his mouth.
Weakly, he pulled the protruding half of the treat out, watching the stretch of the marshmallow and then chewing idly. Then he couldn’t help but comment, “I feel kinda sadistic, chewing up bunnies like this—”
“Isn’t it the greatest?”
“What - actually, you know what? Nevermind. I’m not going to question it. This is me not questioning it,” he sighed and tossed the remains of the marshmallow rodent into his mouth. Then he tilted his head and at least had enough to cover his mouth with his hand, “So do you want your present now or later?”
“Whaaaaat? More?!”
Sakon snorted. “I’m your best friend and you didn’t think I’d have something ready?”
“You’re my best friend?!”
“Hey!”
“Hehe, I’m kidding,” she smiled and Sakon chose to believe her for that moment. “But… you know you don’t need to worry about it, right? I mean obviously presents are awesome but it’s just my birthday is all.”
Sakon blinked and echoed vaguely “Just my birthday is all….” He narrowed his eyes. “Okay alien, tell me what you did with Morgan and maaaaybe I won’t report you to Mitsunari-sama for trespassing on school grounds.”
“Why is that the scariest threat you can think of?”
Rolling his eyes, Sakon ignored the question. “Well, if you must ask why I care so much, alien, it’s because it’s your birthday. And I dunno if aliens do that sort of thing but I think my pal Morgan should have a pretty good one.”
Morgan blinked, munching on another bunny for a moment before piquing up.
“Sakon?”
“Yeah?”
“I think that would’ve been pretty sweet if you didn’t keep talking to me like I was an alien.”
“Probably.”
“I’m glad you kept doing it though.”
“Me too.”
For many reasons, this year was different.
For the first time in a very long time, their house contained more than just the two of them on a permanent basis. Now they had other nobles living with them as well as modified humans, thus making for a lively household including the random visits from the children.
For the first time in a very long, Rai was actually awake and able to explore the human world and all the developments and technology that it had to offer. It was clear that Rai was still fascinated with the instruments and tools that humans had built in order to not only help them live now, but also to entertain.
And most importantly, for the first time in a very long time, Frankenstein was actually reunited with his master. This was perhaps the most important to him as, even for just a few minutes a day, they could enjoy tea together before something or another managed to interrupt their little schedule.
Today, however, Frankenstein would allow for the interruption.
The children came in as they normally did, loud and rambunctious, however Tao swept past the living room area to deliver all the bags and presents that they had brought upon hearing that today was Rai’s birthday.
Frankenstein merely took the items, choosing not to think about the mess that wrapping paper could make. At the very least, he was certain that his master would open the presents as elegantly as possible.
For now, the kitchen beckoned him.
Miss Seira was diligently working at the stove, having requested to take on the brunt of the meal herself so that she would have something to offer the Noblesse. Regis was her dedicated assistant, if only because he similarly had no idea what to offer the most powerful being on the planet for a ‘gift’ otherwise.
Frankenstein chose to let the children clan leaders be. He would prepare his perfected ramen recipe regardless.
For the moment, he had different tasks to take care of, such as a perfectly set table that could accommodate every single one of their guests without cramming them together too closely. M-21 and Takeo had been sent out to retrieve more decorations in order to truly bring the feeling of a ‘birthday party’ together.
The cake was baking – or rather, one of them. Frankenstein had prepared a banana cake just so that his master could finally understand the taste of the yellow fruit he was so fascinated by, however a marble cake was prepared as a back-up just in case the new food did not suit his master’s refined tastes.
Truly, there was much to be taken care of.
However as the hours passed and eventually everyone managed to file in, his master sitting at the head of the table while Frankenstein diligently seated himself at his right, a masterful spread of food in front of them as well as the chatter of all their companions—
Well, Frankenstein could tell by the light in his master’s eyes that it was a pleasant surprise. Though he’d come to accept some time ago that Frankenstein would wait upon his every need, it didn’t occur to him that humans placed so much emphasis on this idea of a ‘birthday’.
And as the room filled with the light of laughter, shared stories, and the voices of their companions, it made for an incredibly different year than previous ones where the two of them simply watched the days go by, paying no heed to labels or years.
Frankenstein merely smiled as his lord took his first bite of the banana cake after a rousing chorus of the celebratory song.
This year was very different indeed. However he could not find anything to complain about, not so long as his master enjoyed himself.
second forgotten day
kido & kano
kido & kano
Perhaps on the day that was meant to be just for her, Kido didn’t want to be invisible.
So the main indicator that January 2nd was different from any other day was the simple fact that Kido’s eyes were not red for the majority of the day for once. Instead, she simply had a weak presence… but was not invisible to most people.
It was refreshing. People could bump into her without much panic following after her and even if it was just a bit of contact, it was more than she was used to experiencing aside from when her fist came into contact with Kano’s gut.
Speaking of which—
She looked down at her phone. The idiot had asked to meet her in the central park by 2 PM without acting much different. Had he somehow forgotten? Or was this another one of his tricks?
Regardless, she shook her head faintly. Her phone clock also read that it was now 1:54 and she still had a few more blocks to go. Even if she could just say that she was the entire time and he didn’t notice her, that went against her pride.
And besides, Kano had always been able to tell when she was lying, even if she couldn’t quite return the favor with him.
“Excuse me, miss with the jacket! Do you have a minute?!”
Kido stopped, glancing over her shoulder at the voice that seemed to be calling out to her. Normally she would have kept walking, but while everyone else was bundled up with extra coats and scarves, Kido had stuck to the trusty jacket that Ayano made for her so many years ago.
The voice belonged to a waitress, bright hair done up in pigtails and a uniform that resembled that a Western style. She had a menu and some flyers in her arms and her smile was bright.
“Can I interest you in some cupcakes maybe?”
“Cupcakes…” Kido echoed softly, considering it for a moment. She glanced in the direction of the park before tilting her head, “Can it wait a bit? I need to meet with a friend.”
“Ah, maybe you should bring your friend cupcakes then?” The girl giggled, persistent and undeterred. “We have samples inside. If you could come with me for a moment?” She reached out a hand, surprisingly forward for someone who was meant to be a greeter.
Kido shifted uncomfortably, “I don’t know—”
“Oh, well I do!” The girl chirped happily before lightly grasping Kido’s arm and pulling her inside. Kido floundered, looking for a name tag to perhaps get the girl’s attention but before she knew it, she was pulled inside the store.
“Surprise!! Happy birthday, leader!”
And the waitress was suddenly Kano, holding onto Kido’s arm so casually as the rest of their friends greeted her, all clustered near the entrance of the bakery.
“E-Everyone…?” Kido stuttered.
Kano laughed then, loud and amused as he then used his other hand, now devoid of anything resembling menus, and latched onto Kido’s other arm, pulling her further into the shop.
“C’mon, fearless leader, I do believe a cute waitress suggested that you and I share some cupcakes,” he hummed pleasantly.
A moment later, he grinned.
“Also happy birthday. I’m glad you’ve kept up the whole ‘I don’t want to be invisible today’ thing. My plan just wouldn’t have worked if you shook things up this year.”
Kido blinked, surprised before shaking her head softly.
On her birthday, she wanted to be seen by other people, it was true.
However it didn’t surprise her at all that Kano was able to see all of her intentions every single day of the year.
Though she couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction when she managed to surprise Kano, happily delivering his cupcake by smashing it into his face.
third forgotten day
idols
idols
Every single one of the idol’s birthdays was turned into a sort of national holiday when it came to their social circles.
The fangirls were very much on top of every possible opportunity they had to possible date one of their boys, after all. The fan mail for that particular idol would come in as a mountain that particular day and the gifts would be endless – it was a very impressive sight when some fans actually sent Otoya an entire guitar.
The promo work would be plentiful as well, no vacation in sight as the ‘special day’ for that idol was typically celebrated by putting them on a talk show so they could discuss their latest exploits.
Masato was not at all exempt from this tradition.
The snow was falling outside his window as he finally made his way home in the evening, glancing at his phone.
The fact of the matter was that he hadn’t seen Ren all day.
And he knew that Ren understood – if anything Ren knew better than most idols due to the fact that his own birthday fell on the date of February 14th, thus making his ‘special day’ twice as hectic.
Nonetheless, Masato’s was still hectic.
So it was with heavy steps and slumped shoulders that he exited the elevator upon arriving at their floor and entering their home, weakly managing, “I’m home.”
To his surprise, more than one voice returned the greeting-
“Eh? Masa’s here, guys! Masa, welcome home! Happy birthday too!”
“Ahh, Masato. Hey, lend me a hand, will you?! Natsuki’s still trying to get to the kitchen!”
“Hm? Hm? Masato’s home?! Masato, I made some pastries for the occasion!”
“Ah… You should leave room for what Ren’s preparing instead, Masato. Cecil is testament enough as to what happens if you… don’t…”
“Guh….”
The entirety of STARISH was in his apartment at 11 PM. Well then.
Ren wandered out of the kitchen then, piquing Masato’s interest as he usually did with nothing more than his presence. His hair was tied up and the apron suited him well and Masato temporarily melted at the level of domesticity-
Up until Ren nudged the unconscious prince with his foot, disgruntled, “Cesshi, go home if you’re just going to nap. It’s a party, understand?”
Masato chuckled fondly at that. “Party? This late?”
“Slumber party,” Ren answered quickly. “Though I admit, it’s not that hard seeing as we all always sleep in the same building anyway, but… well, if we couldn’t spend your special day with you, we might as well make the most of the night.”
Taking steps to close the distance between them, Masato shook his head as he watched the rest of their nakama nod their heads in agreement. “Even though it will be AM in a bit?”
Ren shrugged easily. “I never said you had to be conscious for the slumber party.” Then with a well-practiced, casual motion, he wrapped an arm around Masato’s waist and pulled him closer. “I just thought that the rest of the world has had enough of you for now… we missed you.”
Tokiya snorted softly from the couch.
Ren rolled his eyes.
“Well specifically I missed you, but I thought you’d want to at least see the rest of these guys too.”
Masato smiled at the thought before leaning up to give his boyfriend a brief kiss. “You thought right… though I did miss you too, the most perhaps.”
“Well, birthdays should be spent with loved ones, I think….” Ren chuckled softly, kissing Masato’s cheek, “and I absolutely love you the most.”
Entranced as they were, they didn’t notice the rest of the boys in the room looking easy.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for them,” Otoya whispered to the rest of the boys uneasily, “but I didn’t sign up to watch this all night.”
fourth forgotten day
flipflops
flipflops
“Look at all this stuff!”
Sakon didn’t really have much of a choice, he thought. Upon the bell ringing for a lunch, Morgan has proceeded to take the multitude of presents that she had received and deposited them upon her desk with a clatter.
Snorting, he moved his chair so that he was straddling it, resting his arms along the back as he surveyed the hoard with a whistle. “Someone’s popular.”
“Hehe, right?! I didn’t know that this many people liked me,” Morgan smiled innocently as she sifted through the pile, trying to pick out the snacks from the pile of goodies. It was lunch time, after all.
Shrugging easily, Sakon teased, “What’s not to like?”
At first Morgan gasped, but that was probably because she’d managed to find a little box of marshmallow bunnies hidden in the pile. But then his comment registered and she giggled pleasantly, “Snake tongue.”
“What does that even mean—“
He was then rudely interrupted by a marshmallow bunny being shoved into his mouth.
Weakly, he pulled the protruding half of the treat out, watching the stretch of the marshmallow and then chewing idly. Then he couldn’t help but comment, “I feel kinda sadistic, chewing up bunnies like this—”
“Isn’t it the greatest?”
“What - actually, you know what? Nevermind. I’m not going to question it. This is me not questioning it,” he sighed and tossed the remains of the marshmallow rodent into his mouth. Then he tilted his head and at least had enough to cover his mouth with his hand, “So do you want your present now or later?”
“Whaaaaat? More?!”
Sakon snorted. “I’m your best friend and you didn’t think I’d have something ready?”
“You’re my best friend?!”
“Hey!”
“Hehe, I’m kidding,” she smiled and Sakon chose to believe her for that moment. “But… you know you don’t need to worry about it, right? I mean obviously presents are awesome but it’s just my birthday is all.”
Sakon blinked and echoed vaguely “Just my birthday is all….” He narrowed his eyes. “Okay alien, tell me what you did with Morgan and maaaaybe I won’t report you to Mitsunari-sama for trespassing on school grounds.”
“Why is that the scariest threat you can think of?”
Rolling his eyes, Sakon ignored the question. “Well, if you must ask why I care so much, alien, it’s because it’s your birthday. And I dunno if aliens do that sort of thing but I think my pal Morgan should have a pretty good one.”
Morgan blinked, munching on another bunny for a moment before piquing up.
“Sakon?”
“Yeah?”
“I think that would’ve been pretty sweet if you didn’t keep talking to me like I was an alien.”
“Probably.”
“I’m glad you kept doing it though.”
“Me too.”
fifth forgotten day
rai & franken
rai & franken
For many reasons, this year was different.
For the first time in a very long time, their house contained more than just the two of them on a permanent basis. Now they had other nobles living with them as well as modified humans, thus making for a lively household including the random visits from the children.
For the first time in a very long, Rai was actually awake and able to explore the human world and all the developments and technology that it had to offer. It was clear that Rai was still fascinated with the instruments and tools that humans had built in order to not only help them live now, but also to entertain.
And most importantly, for the first time in a very long time, Frankenstein was actually reunited with his master. This was perhaps the most important to him as, even for just a few minutes a day, they could enjoy tea together before something or another managed to interrupt their little schedule.
Today, however, Frankenstein would allow for the interruption.
The children came in as they normally did, loud and rambunctious, however Tao swept past the living room area to deliver all the bags and presents that they had brought upon hearing that today was Rai’s birthday.
Frankenstein merely took the items, choosing not to think about the mess that wrapping paper could make. At the very least, he was certain that his master would open the presents as elegantly as possible.
For now, the kitchen beckoned him.
Miss Seira was diligently working at the stove, having requested to take on the brunt of the meal herself so that she would have something to offer the Noblesse. Regis was her dedicated assistant, if only because he similarly had no idea what to offer the most powerful being on the planet for a ‘gift’ otherwise.
Frankenstein chose to let the children clan leaders be. He would prepare his perfected ramen recipe regardless.
For the moment, he had different tasks to take care of, such as a perfectly set table that could accommodate every single one of their guests without cramming them together too closely. M-21 and Takeo had been sent out to retrieve more decorations in order to truly bring the feeling of a ‘birthday party’ together.
The cake was baking – or rather, one of them. Frankenstein had prepared a banana cake just so that his master could finally understand the taste of the yellow fruit he was so fascinated by, however a marble cake was prepared as a back-up just in case the new food did not suit his master’s refined tastes.
Truly, there was much to be taken care of.
However as the hours passed and eventually everyone managed to file in, his master sitting at the head of the table while Frankenstein diligently seated himself at his right, a masterful spread of food in front of them as well as the chatter of all their companions—
Well, Frankenstein could tell by the light in his master’s eyes that it was a pleasant surprise. Though he’d come to accept some time ago that Frankenstein would wait upon his every need, it didn’t occur to him that humans placed so much emphasis on this idea of a ‘birthday’.
And as the room filled with the light of laughter, shared stories, and the voices of their companions, it made for an incredibly different year than previous ones where the two of them simply watched the days go by, paying no heed to labels or years.
Frankenstein merely smiled as his lord took his first bite of the banana cake after a rousing chorus of the celebratory song.
This year was very different indeed. However he could not find anything to complain about, not so long as his master enjoyed himself.