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Post by FUYUMINE KOSHIRO on Jun 14, 2010 19:32:05 GMT -5
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IM PRETTY SURE YOU HAVE A NEW GIRLFRIEND  ITS NOT AS IF I DON'T LIKE YOU
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Koshiro waddled awkwardly down the dusty dark streets of Shibuya, his glasses were falling dangerously low on the bridge of his nose, his brunette hair was flying everywhere as if he had woken up with bed-head and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his bare chest. One of the culinary major's hand's curled tightly around a beer can, which was a quarter full, while the other hand gripped tightly to four year old Mayu Fuyumine's hand. He wobbled around, his head falling backwards so he could take another swigg of the beverage, gargling it as it burned down his throat.
"Pffff!" sputtering slightly the boy's neck arched forward and one hand slapped against his mouth, just barely containing the urge to puke as he lurched forward.
"Pa... pa?" the small brunette boy attached to Koshiro's opposite hand mumbled in a soft, sleepy voice, tugging on the nineteen year old's hand.
"Papa? Whuzza-- who's PAPA? I'm the guh-- hic --- guh.. " he puffed his cheeks out once, sucking in a deep breath suddenly as he smirked, pumping his beer-held hand out in goofy triumph. "GUH-REAT KOSHIRO FUYUMINE, DAMMIT!" he blasted down the streets, turning several heads, but overall most of the late-night lurkers weren't too interested in some drunk and his kid.
"Ah, Oopsie," Koshiro wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt, hiccuping as he crouched down to ground level, looking his son in the eye. "Daddy said a bad word." he mumbled almost incoherently, breath bated with beer. Although, Mayu didn't seem to notice as the small child continued blinking sleepily at the poor excuse for a father.
"Erase it from your mind now, son." Koshiro slurred, almost as if it were a demand as simple as saying 'Go buy some milk'. The brunette let out a string of abnormal chuckles as he patted Mayu on the head repeatedly.
"I...can't..." Mayu mumbled, squeezing Koshiro's hand with his small fingers.
"Papa... go home..." the child pleaded with a yawn, more unamused with the current situation rather then actually worried for what would happen to them out on the streets. It was currently somewhere around one thirty? Two in the morning? Somewhat along those lines, it was dark, even if the streetlights and store lights still illuminated the area.
"Duh -- Don't tell me -- hic -- what to do." Koshiro retorted with an overly dramatic eyeroll, slipping back onto both legs, just barely keeping stable as he crushed the beer can with his hand and tossed it aside to rot in some shrubbery.
"EVERY single person's gotta' gib me trubble. Bah!" suddenly, as if on que, tears began streaming from the college student's eyes, dripping onto the pavement as he collapsed then and there onto his knees. With one hand clutching onto his still-standing son, it seemed more like Koshiro was the bawling baby who was confiding and finding solace in his child.
"Ma-- Mayu-pon!! Gnnn. Don't look at your Papa like this -- It -- hic -- It's shameful! Buh--" he stuttered through tears, blowing his nose in a dramatic way on his sleeve, letting the snot and crap get on the fabric. Really, the guy just looked like a big whiny baby who had too much to drink, rather then a seriously depressed drunk.
Earlier that day Koshiro had a freestyle cooking project, so he baked a cake in the shape of a ufo and even incorporated electronics into the edible masterpiece. However, it seemed that the teachers were cold-hearted, jealous soul-less robots in kitchen aprons. They had given him a mere 72 points for his work of art. Saying it wasn't 'creative' and lacked 'heart'. How was he supposed to put heart and creativity into food? It tasted fine, it was creative enough!
Thus, explaining for the man's pathetic appearance now.
"Papa.... Papa.... onegai." Mayu mumbled, rubbing at his eyes as he patted his father's shoulder, letting the older man sob into his son's little four year old jacket.
"I-- I'm calling Mayu-rin! Mayu-rin. Yuh-- Yeah! She always knows what to -- hic -- do!" Koshiro mumbled under his breath, fumbling for his cellphone. He pulled it out of his pants pocket, and shakily dialed in the number for his best friend, with a sniffle and a cough he brought the receiver to his ears and pouted, adjusting his glasses.
When he heard the click that signaled somebody had picked up, and even heard breathing on the other side, he forgot all that he was man and men shouldn't cry. Or that it was two in the morning. Or that he was drunk.
In fact, he'd probably forget all of this when morning came by.
"MAYU-RIN. MUH-- Y-- You picked up! MAYU-RIN YOU PICKED UP." Without even so much as a smile Koshiro began bawling again, this time completely sprawled out on the sidewalk as he cried big, manly tears into the cellular device. "Y-You -- hic -- You don't have any idea how happy I am to.. to... " he paused and hiccuped, still listening to her breathing.
"... Hear your voice. Mayu-rin, I, I'M HAVING A MID-LIFE CRISIS. I -- THEY -- Mayu-rin they totally didn't dig my -- hic -- my cake! I, I don't know, and, and, I don't know where I am, and, I'm cold. Mayu-rin I'm... I'm..." his voice faltered, floundering between high and low pitched whines as he tried to keep tears from flowing out again.
"I'M COOOOO~OOOOOOLDDD...." snot dripped down his nose, and more tears began to burst from his eyes as he attempted to wipe underneath his glasses. They were semi-foggy at this point, and he was hiccuping as if it were a disease.
"Mayu-rin." he mumbled back into the phone after two or three seconds of sniffling and crying
"A-Are you still there? Are ya?" he slurred, and when he heard her voice again he gave a giant sigh in relief, his nose stuffy at this point.
"I-- I don't know why... I called, I -- Mayu-rin knows what to do.. She's an adult, right? She -- She always -- hic -- always took care of me. I feel sick, Mayu-rin, I, can you bring some medicine? OH! Those gummy vita... whatevers. You know? Those ones I saw at your place that one -- hic-- one time?? Yeah! Those... I forget. What are they called again... I..." suddenly the nineteen year old paused, eyelids half-closed as he stared blankly off into space for a moment.
Then, out of nowhere he bolted up, running to the nearest bush, half falling, half kneeling into it as he puked. "BLURGHHH--ARKK -- UFF.." coughing and sputtering it took two or three minutes before the urge to upchuck was out of the brunettes system.
"... Sick?" four year old Mayu blinked sadly at his poor, poor, dad, sitting somewhere near the big wreck.
"Papa's very suh- sick... Mayu-pon" he mumbled, still holding the phone to his ear. "Ah--? M-Mayu-rin--?? Hear that? I'm sick.. I -- I'm in Shibuya I think. I think. Please come get me, pl- please?" the nineteen year old coughed again, shivering as he crawled over to his son, lying down in defeat with his head on the little boy's lap.
"I... I might die.. I think I really -- hic -- really might die this time." he whispered groggily into his cell, closing his eyes in a theatrical way, hugging himself with his free arm.
"If... If these are my last words, urg, Mayu-rin... I -- I love you, and -- " well, he did love her, though they both probably knew in which way Koshiro meant. He was, after all, completely dense, and this wasn't the first drunk dial Mayu Takano had received from the boy. He was always easily depressed and got melodramatic like this.
"Please... take care... of Mayu-pon...." he choked on the last words, keeping his sea green eyes open a crack before pressing the 'end call' button on the phone. With a hiccup his face suddenly turned blank as he rolled around on his son's lap.
"Leshe just see how lo -- hic -- long it takes for her to get here... Mmm. Urgh.." tag : mayu takano yo, and her amazing mastah uni.
notes : ... olawd. words cannot express. I SHALL MAKE FANCY LATER. /on different comp at the moment.
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Post by TAKANO MAYU on Jun 15, 2010 12:21:36 GMT -5
"How was your day today, Mayu-chan?"
"Fine."
Another day, another question. Her days were consistent in that way; routine. And she was fine with that, honestly. Mayu was fine with looking forward to nothing and answering a single question with a single word—she was fine with that. Just...fine. It wasn't as if she was asking for adventure—and along with it trouble—to come knocking at her door. For Mayu to actually want that to happen, she would need to be both intoxicated and high at the same time. Clearly, she wasn't so stupid to actually do such an activity at the same time; nor would she ever be. Could you blame her for wanting at least a little excitement? Not an adventure, but excitement. Something to make her daily life more than what it was right at that moment. Something more. Mayu just didn't know what. This seemed to happen a lot, to be honest. She always seemed to know what she wanted, just not how to get it. That was usually the case, anyways. Anyways.
So, when Mayu had entered her room and unceremoniously dropped onto her bed—she hadn't been expecting a phone call. Nor had she been expecting the person on the other end of the line to be her irritating, best friend to begin a drunken rant. Honestly. She could hardly understand a single thing he had just said. "Slow down," Mayu muttered, clearly unhappily with her current situation. Of course he didn't listen to her. Of course. This was what she had been expecting, unfortunately. Sighing, Mayu propped her head up onto the palm of her hand and began to count the number of picture frame in her room. It didn't take long to count, considering that there were only five in total located on the table beside her bed. One...two...thr—
"—yu-rin, I, I'M HAVING A MID-LIFE CRISIS. I -- THEY -- Mayu-rin they totally didn't dig my -- hic -- my cake! I, I don't know, and, and, I don't know where I am, and, I'm cold. Mayu-rin I'm... I'm..." If she had known what picking up the phone have led to, Mayu wouldn't have. At all. She was not his babysitter, after all! In fact, the guy had his own kid. An awful parent, at the end of the day, was still a parent. Just a parent that didn't know how to do his job right. "...silence, Koshiro." And, once again, Koshiro failed to listen to her. Why did she even try talking? There was absolutely no point, considering the type of person her friend was drunk. In fact, there was no point talking any sense to him while he was sober either. And with another sigh, Mayu continued to listen patiently. Much to her chagrin, she was used to such happenings. Another routine, or not-so-routine, of hers. Rolling onto her back, Mayu looked into the picture frame right at her bedside.
Instinctively, she placed the picture of Koshiro and herself in their middle school years face down. "Stupid," she said into the phone, but was ultimately blocked out by the sound of puking. Mortified, and somewhat alarmed, she asked if he was okay. Even after vomiting, Koshiro continued to go on. Almost irritably, she wracked her fingers through her short hair and stood up. Any minute now, he would ask her to go get him. "—ar that? I'm sick.. I -- I'm in Shibuya I think. I think. Please come get me, pl- please?" And there it was. Mayu hung up at that instant, not bothering to listen to anymore of his rambling. It wasn't worth the headache. She finally knew where he was, after minutes of drunken rambles, so there was no point in listening to him any longer. Grabbing a thin jacket, Mayu opened her window and proceeded to climb down.
She was used to climbing things. Whether up or down, Mayu would climb it without a second thought. It was no surprise that there was little hesitence or anxiousness to her step when she climbed down the make-shift ladder. It was horribly done, made with her own two hands each morning and night. It looked like something out of a horror movie, honestly. Even so, Mayu was fine with it. The ladder was able to fufill it's purpose efficiently, after all. There was no need to be upset by it's design. Jumping down from the last step, Mayu shivered. It wasn't as if it was cold, no it was actually particularly warm that night. The darkness was deep, that was for sure. Not like she wasn't used to it, though. Every time she climbed down the steps during the middle of the night, the seemingly vast darkness never failed to unnerve her. With a heavy sigh, Mayu walked out into the street, near the street light. She only turned around once, and that was to check if the lights in the house were on. They weren't, much to her relief. Without another thought, Mayu began a jog to the nearest train station to Shibuya.
While she was fine with walking, Mayu had enough common sense to realize that Shibuya was a bit farther from her home than Kage-nii's place. And so, after several minutes spent on the actual trip to the train station, Mayu bought a ticket and, much to her delight, was able to board the train soon after. There weren't many people on the train, Mayu idly observed as she boarded it. Seating herself at the nearest one to the exit, she leaned back in her seat. At the very least, it would take thirty minutes to get there. Might as well use those minutes for sleeping, if anything.
Thirty minutes later, the train stopped. And at that moment, Mayu opened her eyes. Standing up, Mayu quietly got out of the train and stretched. It was still quite dark out, unfortunately. Ambling off of the platform, Mayu almost instantly smelled the pungent odor of vomit. Sighing heavily, Mayu headed into the direction of the smell, pinching her nose meanwhile. Honestly, she wasn't surprised at what she saw. After all, she had heard him vomit...but, really. Could he have at least moved to a different spot? Even while he was drunk, Koshiro was still incomprehensibly lazy. "Koshiro, get up," Mayu ordered as she stood above him. He could at least dot hat could he? Or did he need help with that too? Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Mayu, Koshiro's son.
Her eyes softened, if only a tiny bit. With another sigh (was it just her, or had she been sighing a lot, lately?), Mayu took hold of Koshiro's hand and lifted him up. Fortunately for her, she was a rather strong girl. Physically, anyways. There was a reason she took all those sports back in high school, after all. "Stupid, Koshiro." How could he let himself get drunk? Especially in front of his own son? Honestly...Mayu took hold of Mayu's hand, all while supporting Koshiro's weight. With that done, Mayu practically carried Koshiro to the nearest bench in the vicinity, taking his son along for the ride. "Stupid," Mayu murmured once again, attempting to emphasize his sheer stupidity. At least have the common sense to let someone take care of your son, before you got drunk. But, Mayu didn't really expect much common sense to come from Koshiro. He was too, well—there just weren't any words to describe his thoughtless antics.
Pushing him off of her and onto the bench, Mayu looked uncertain of what to do. For a moment, at least. "Koshiro needs to go home," Mayu said, mostly to herself. Home. That was exactly what he needed to do. The only complication to this resolution was how to get to his home from there. She should of known that it wouldn't have been as easy as she made it. And Koshiro and his son would undoubtedly make it more challenging than it should be.
NOTES! I DID IT.
TAGGED! koshiroooo fufufu. and his masutaa sora.
LISTENING TO! knock knock by lenka on repeat. B|
WORD COUNT! lol idk B|
CREDITS! the header was made by meee, because i didn't feel like going to the trouble of figuring out ubbc coding. and the icons were from eljay. B| also, lyrics are from knock knock by lenka.
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Post by FUYUMINE KOSHIRO on Jun 15, 2010 18:04:58 GMT -5
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EVERY THOUGHT I WAS THINKING THIS PAST YEAR BUT WOULD IT STAND OUT?
i wanna make myself clear![/font][/center][/sup]
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Ten or so minutes had already passed by, by now, and the culinary major wasn’t in the sweetest mood. He was groggy and disoriented even on the ground, the lights on the street and from stores danced brightly and strained his sight, he had to squint and eventually the man just gave up and closed his eyes. Subjecting to simply listening to the night life of Shibuya rather then look around himself. A loud buzzing sound resonated through his ears and he felt really cold, despite feeling considerably more sober then earlier.
“Papa…?” the little four year old boy’s legs squirmed beneath the weight of his fathers head. Koshiro blinked, turning over so he could face up at Mayu, his expression reflecting that of annoyance.
“BAH! Who told you, you could wake up the GUH-REAT. Koshiro Fuyumine? Hah?! Quiet, son!” with a strict pout the nineteen year outstretched both arms, pulling his son out from under and bringing the child into a tight hug next to him. “Here, go to bed. You’re tired right? Right. Rock – a – bye – baby- on- the – tree – top… and whatnot. All that junk.” Koshiro slurred with a small, slightly hysterical, laugh as he squeezed his child tightly with a smile as he hiccupped snippets of different nursery rhymes for his son.The cool night air trickled against Koshiro’s bare neck, his dark brown locks falling against his skin and edging along the grass. His cheek rested in the soil, letting the little plants poke him without so much as a blink.
“Papa! Story time!” the little brunette boy urged, wriggling around in his arms, his blue eyes sparkling.
Koshiro’s dark sea green orb’s blankstared his child, mouth twitching a bit between holding back the urge to vomit all over his little boy and speechlessness. A story? How long had it been since Koshiro told one of those things? His mind whirled and buzzed, trying to put puzzle pieces together and form some kind of words he could spit back at his son.
“Huh? Ah? St – hic – Story? Yeah. Uh, Sure. Sure! Storyy…” he took a long pause, the smell of alcohol still bated on his breath. “Okay, well, there – hic – there once was a prince … named Koshiro. Like Papa. He was very handsome and c..ool. Uh huh. Very. And there was a very ugly pig-faced girl named Mayu. The Prince fell in a ditch and – hic- he was waiting for the pig-faced girl to come rescue him. “ he mumbled, losing his place every so often so he’d have to start over, eyes locked specifically on a certain star in the sky, as if it would blow up and become a u.f.o right before his eyes.
“What happened?” the four year old inquired, lulling off to sleep. Koshiro chuckled, smirking to himself before heaving a long sigh, almost gagging again.
“She took a really, really, really, -hic – really long ass time. Because the prince was pretty mean to her. The end.” The brunette man blurted, closing his eyes with an annoyed face.
“But she deserved it.” the nineteen year old added without so much as reopening his eyes, he lay there, still for quite some time. Listening to Mayu breath, the kid was probably already asleep by now. Koshiro’s own eyelids began to grow droopy as the fuzzed vision and awkward sounds began to melt together in his mind. That is, until he heard an recognizable voice cut through the air like a knife.
"Koshiro, get up,"
Ah. It seemed his pig-faced princess had arrived.
Suddenly he sat up in a blitz, practically knocking little Mayu Fuyumine off of his lap. The little boy blinked lazily, and stumbled to a stand as his father stared blankly at the girl in front of him, as if in a daze, his mouth partially half-hanging open. The culinary major’s glasses began sliding down the bridge of his nose as he inspected his best friend. “You don’t have a pig face.” He slurred almost incoherently, cracking a grin at his own personal inside joke. Though, it probably just sounded like drunk crockery.
Suddenly his hand was in hers and he was being lifted off the ground, it was as if seven different gravities had moved all at once, because his arms were flailing and his legs felt like jello, and his head still felt like it was on the ground. The college student’s vision blurred and the urge to puke sky rocketed again.
“Awoh! Oi. Not so… Not –hic- so fast… Yeesh, ever moved a drunk befohhh? Pfff. “ he clung tight to Mayu’s hand, keeping himself balanced as well as he could. Still trying to act high and mighty when he could barely remember what he had just said as soon as the words left his mouth.
"Stupid, Koshiro." He leaned against her shoulder, still using her as a tool of some sort to keep his face from coming into contact with the ground. He grinned “Who’s the stupid –hic- stupid one, buuhhh. Mayu—I, Mayu-rin is slooooow.” Koshiro chuckled, reaching out to pinch the girl’s nose, but his fingers just ended up tapping against her forehead. Well, his vision was inpaired. He knew that much now. "Stupid," Koshiro laughed louder this time, though, he didn’t reply to her insults. In fact, even hopelessly drunk he knew she was right. The nineteen year old was quite the idiot, or at least, today he proved that he really was pretty stupid.
“Papa, the pig girl is here.” Mayu mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eye with his free hand. Though, usually much more nastier, it seemed the four year old Mayu was a lot less nastier when he was tired. He didn’t even seem to notice, or care that he was holding hands with the girl he despised.
“SHHHHHH. Mayu-pon, too loud! Way too loud. You, well, you might let her in on our plannnn~” Koshiro mumbled, shakily bringing his index finger to his lips with a wide grin. It seemed the nineteen year old was just spouting gibberish at this point. Koshiro blinked, almost losing his glasses as his center of gravity (which would have been Mayu) suddenly dropped him down on a bench. His head wobbled as if it were supported by nothing, and he held one hand over his mouth feeling nautious.
“Oooog, gentler Mayu-rin. BE GENTLE WITH ME.” Koshiro gargled, coughing before inhaling sharply. One arm wrapped around his son as the small boy waddled next to his father, blinking up at the intoxicated man with simple, innocent, and very tired eyes.
"Koshiro needs to go home," Mayu’s voice was like a jackhammer on Koshiro’s skull.
The alien lover stared at his best friend with wide eyes, the green orbs focused very securely before he suddenly jutted out his bottom lip in a pout and jerked his head upwards, thrusting his chin forward. “Don’t ‘wanna!” the brunette announced childishly, still looking proud and brazen despite his wobbly composure. He folded both arms across his chest and even stamped his foot against the ground for emphasis.
“Nooooot tired! You can’t tell me what’ta –hic – do--! Mayu-rin’s just a biiiiiig bully.” Koshiro mumbled, forgetting that he was the one who called her over in the first place.
He stared at her face some more, still somewhat dizzy from the drink, in fact, by being moved he almost felt worse again. Even though he was feeling soberer just minutes earlier. Maybe he had to puke again or something? Ah, that wasn’t a very attractive trait, good thing his breath smelled of beer rather then the lovely scent of barf. “Mahh-youuuu-rinnn.” Koshiro chirped in a sing song voice, suddenly grinning out of nowhere as he shakily stood up.
“Piggy-back me home!” he sang out, leaping from his standing point and wrapping both arms around Mayu’s neck, however, rather then waiting for her to be prepared, since the attack was so out of the blue the two began tumbling downwards onto the ground.
“Owwie.” Koshiro mumbled after the collision, still holding fast to the brunette girl’s neck and shoulders. His face was only inches from hers and he laughed loudly, his glasses one or two inches from the big impact. His leg’s were sprawled out and the man’s dark chocolate brown locks were tousled across his forehead and face. Now Koshiro really couldn’t see a thing, which also included Mayu.
“We fell…!” he added, loudly, snuggling up against his best friend as if she were some sort of pillow, tugging her closer to him, tucking his chin over her head. “Ah. I guess we could just sleep here, I don’t wanna go home. Nope. Can’t make me, MAYU-PON. I can’t see you, come sleep with Papa too. I’m lonely, and I can’t find – hic – I can’t find Mayu-rin…” he murmered softly as his son stumbled over to the quirky pair.
“Papa… “ the small boy sat next to the two, staring at Mayu’s face, almost giving a little smirk as he looked at her.
“Mayu-rin brought the gummies right? I’m really hungry. I—I could puke.” Koshiro put the awkward sentence together without really thinking, scratching his cheek.
It was going to be a long night.
tag : mayu takano yo, and her amazing mastah uni.
notes : 8Db
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