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spokeIt began on a long and busy night (last night ;p ) , when I was busy trying to clean and half-watching, half listening to Ronin Warriors as I did.
Like so did it begin: I noticed that Rowen is a bit pessimistic at points in the beginning of the series.
Lacey called him "Blue Goth Emo-Dude."
I decided to make a candybar doll of this image, as it had seared itself onto my brain. Said image was accosted by both coffee and a crazed and manipulative Rajura at once. I present to you the results in the order of their making, but: Beware the madness! Beware!!! Beware!!!
(I may never stop having nightmares, here. ;p )
Questions: Why do the boys have their RW names, while the Warlords have horrible nickname versions of their actual Japanese names? Ask Rajura, because damned if I know. All I know is he owns the house/coffee shop where the Warlords live and work, so yeah. Little creep thinks he's got a harem and he's sitting on a time bomb.
Oh, theme song for the CrackAU From Beyond: Aerosmith - Pink.
Rowen:
“And I’m just up there, in the air and among the clouds, with the stars a breath away. I don’t know, it’s the weirdest feeling...” Rowen trailed off, leaning back as if he were trying to see how far he could go before he fell over.
Or maybe as if he didn’t think he’d fall at all. Which considering the dreams he’d been describing... Sage watched him all the time now, worried that he’d just let go. “Like it’s something that’s happened before?” He whispered, sure that Rowen wouldn’t hear him.
Toshiotada (To):
“For the last time, we’re running a coffee shop! Not an animal shelter!” He growled, glaring at the kitten Toshio was bottle feeding as if promising its imminent demise.
Toshio gave no outward sign that he’d even heard Jiro yelling, but when he picked up the purring, squirming bundle of fur a moment later and held it under his chin, they were both facing him. Jiro blinked, edging back slightly as Toshio purred in time with the damned kitten.
After he had stalked out, slamming the door behind him, Toshio smirked and lifted the kitten so that he could look into its eyes. “There’s your first lesson, little one - Jiro is a sucker for cuteness. Heh.” He ducked back as his ‘little one’ batted weakly at his nose.
Jirougorou (Jiro):
He growled, every muscle tensing before he tried to grab the paintbrush. He failed again, Nao backing almost completely out of the room this time. “Give that back!” He yelled, and vaguely noticed that someone downstairs was coming up.
“No! I don’t care what you’ve been smoking-”
“I don’t smoke, you fuc-”
“What in the hell is going on?!” Toshio was standing behind Nao, now, and Kuju was leaning against the railing halfway up the steps.
“Your boyfriend has lost his damned mind,” Nao started, and plowed on in spite of the dangerous glare Toshio was directing at him, “He wants to paint the place pink.”
To’s face had gone pale, and it sounded as if Kuju were trying to cuss under the laughter, and Nao was looking at him as if this meant something other than the fact that he’d kick them all out if they didn’t shut up.
Kujuurou/Kuju:
It was pouring down rain when Kuju kicked the door open, causing one of their regulars to nearly fall off his stool. Puddles fell behind him in a diminishing trail as he passed the bar with his eyes averted. Jiro only spared a moment to make sure that idiot Rowen hadn’t broken his neck before cutting out from behind the bar to follow Kuju. It might be a regular occurrence by now, the way his parents had been acting, but that didn’t mean he would ever let it slide.
His concern didn’t keep from ducking when Kuju took a swing at him for following, either.
Naotoki/Nao:
“Skim milk on that, right?” He asked over his shoulder, while adding just a touch of his latest concoction. Hey, if it poisoned the guy he could always blame Kuju - it had been his idea to use the annoying blonde for a guinea pig in the first place.
Still, better try and wipe the smirk off his face before he turned around.
Ryo:
He grabbed the door frame at a dead run, using it as impromptu brake, and stuck his head in to call over to the bar and interrupt them. Not that their conversation had continued after seeing Ryo nearly skid into the asphalt.
The words rushed out in a series of gasps while he tried to blink the sweat of his eyes, never noticing their expressions go from resigned and annoyed to resigned and ...amused. “Hey, the shipment’s running a little late? Because I am? But, don’t worry, it’ll get here!” With which confused statement he tore off down the street again.
Nao waited until Jiro took his face out of his hands before asking. “What was he wearing?”
“Who knows? He just throws on the first thing he sees, his sister could’ve planted it and he won’t know until someone tells him.” Jiro smirked, thinking of the many ways he could take advantage of that - not for the first time.
Nao flicked a marshmallow into his face as he laughed, “And what do you see in that idiot?”
Jiro smirked as he grabbed a bag of marshmallows for what promised to develop into a proper war, “It’s not exactly in him, is it?” He laughed and ducked Nao’s next volley, hardly noticing anymore that he was checking Ryo’s location against To’s in the back of his mind.
Sage:
To be completely fair (if not painfully honest) he only started coming to the place because Rowen was. When a guy’s your best friend since, like, diapers (to hear your moms tell it - and in public!) you don’t just abandon him when he starts getting seriously metaphysically creepy.
And hanging out in seedy coffee houses.
Not that he’d let the owner hear him saying that, because speaking of metaphysically creepy?
But the reason he came back, every time (and sometimes without Rowen) now that was different. He just couldn’t figure it out - did the cutest barista in the place (and they all seemed to take turns, he swore it was only to annoy him) not notice he was flirting? Or was he just not interested?
Cye:
“So, tell me again why you haven’t quit?” He muttered around a mouthful of some pastry - heavens knew what it was, he was not going to look over there.
“Because Mother would kill me.”
“You could run away.” Was the next and sadly predictable comment.
“Not where she couldn’t find me.” One whole minute’s worth of blissful silence followed.
Then, as if it were the result of much thought rather than their routine banter, “Antarctica.” He nodded and grinned, adding, “Hey, seals and killer whales, right?”
He looked over at his best, his very best friend he had to remind himself and managed not to yell his response. He knew Kento couldn’t tell exactly how pissed off he was at the moment, after all. “If I were going to run away anywhere,” he started and paused, suddenly realizing that behind the determined cluelessness Kento actually did get it, and was trying to cheer him up.
“Green Peace? Yes, I’d go and join Green Peace and save the whales. You’d have to help me, though - Mother would come after you as soon as she realized I was gone and,” he barely heard himself, losing the stream of babble in the overwhelming moment as he watched Kento watching him.
Kento:
“Get that thing out of here!” He yelled, not of course expecting any argument from someone whose behavior so far suggested an IQ minus.
“Excuse me? He’s not doing anything, he’s already house trained, and you let his cats all over the place!” The presumed idiot fired back, smug as anything.
“What? I do not let cats all over the place, I-”
He reached around Jiro to point. “Dude, there’s one climbing on the bar right now.”
He turned his head, expecting some sort of juvenile trick, and all thoughts of the idiot’s arrogance and the violation of his personal space vanished. Well, long enough for him to get To the hell out of his room to collect his damned escapee kitten.
Unfortunately by that time the idiot and his friend... Cye he thought it was, were already leaving. The only thing he could do was call after the smug little creep, “What’s your name?!”
“Kento!” He yelled, sticking his head around the door in a way disturbingly reminiscent of the Sanada boy, “Later dude.”
He must’ve glared at the door longer than he meant to before growling out, “Oh yes there will be a later.”
Because he turned around to find Nao watching him from the stairs, and when their eyes meet Nao turned and yelled, “Yeah, he’s about to start again. Intervention time, guys!”
Now. It is 10:48 my time and I am so sleepy I could scream. Also frustrated, because I just had to hand type the sizes into those images because the 'detect' size function was not working.
But! Comments? Amusements? Questions re: my sanity, or obvious lack thereof? Love to see them when I finally crawl out of the pit of sleep! :D
Like so did it begin: I noticed that Rowen is a bit pessimistic at points in the beginning of the series.
Lacey called him "Blue Goth Emo-Dude."
I decided to make a candybar doll of this image, as it had seared itself onto my brain. Said image was accosted by both coffee and a crazed and manipulative Rajura at once. I present to you the results in the order of their making, but: Beware the madness! Beware!!! Beware!!!
(I may never stop having nightmares, here. ;p )
Questions: Why do the boys have their RW names, while the Warlords have horrible nickname versions of their actual Japanese names? Ask Rajura, because damned if I know. All I know is he owns the house/coffee shop where the Warlords live and work, so yeah. Little creep thinks he's got a harem and he's sitting on a time bomb.
Oh, theme song for the CrackAU From Beyond: Aerosmith - Pink.
Rowen:
“And I’m just up there, in the air and among the clouds, with the stars a breath away. I don’t know, it’s the weirdest feeling...” Rowen trailed off, leaning back as if he were trying to see how far he could go before he fell over.
Or maybe as if he didn’t think he’d fall at all. Which considering the dreams he’d been describing... Sage watched him all the time now, worried that he’d just let go. “Like it’s something that’s happened before?” He whispered, sure that Rowen wouldn’t hear him.
Toshiotada (To):
“For the last time, we’re running a coffee shop! Not an animal shelter!” He growled, glaring at the kitten Toshio was bottle feeding as if promising its imminent demise.
Toshio gave no outward sign that he’d even heard Jiro yelling, but when he picked up the purring, squirming bundle of fur a moment later and held it under his chin, they were both facing him. Jiro blinked, edging back slightly as Toshio purred in time with the damned kitten.
After he had stalked out, slamming the door behind him, Toshio smirked and lifted the kitten so that he could look into its eyes. “There’s your first lesson, little one - Jiro is a sucker for cuteness. Heh.” He ducked back as his ‘little one’ batted weakly at his nose.
Jirougorou (Jiro):
He growled, every muscle tensing before he tried to grab the paintbrush. He failed again, Nao backing almost completely out of the room this time. “Give that back!” He yelled, and vaguely noticed that someone downstairs was coming up.
“No! I don’t care what you’ve been smoking-”
“I don’t smoke, you fuc-”
“What in the hell is going on?!” Toshio was standing behind Nao, now, and Kuju was leaning against the railing halfway up the steps.
“Your boyfriend has lost his damned mind,” Nao started, and plowed on in spite of the dangerous glare Toshio was directing at him, “He wants to paint the place pink.”
To’s face had gone pale, and it sounded as if Kuju were trying to cuss under the laughter, and Nao was looking at him as if this meant something other than the fact that he’d kick them all out if they didn’t shut up.
Kujuurou/Kuju:
It was pouring down rain when Kuju kicked the door open, causing one of their regulars to nearly fall off his stool. Puddles fell behind him in a diminishing trail as he passed the bar with his eyes averted. Jiro only spared a moment to make sure that idiot Rowen hadn’t broken his neck before cutting out from behind the bar to follow Kuju. It might be a regular occurrence by now, the way his parents had been acting, but that didn’t mean he would ever let it slide.
His concern didn’t keep from ducking when Kuju took a swing at him for following, either.
Naotoki/Nao:
“Skim milk on that, right?” He asked over his shoulder, while adding just a touch of his latest concoction. Hey, if it poisoned the guy he could always blame Kuju - it had been his idea to use the annoying blonde for a guinea pig in the first place.
Still, better try and wipe the smirk off his face before he turned around.
Ryo:
He grabbed the door frame at a dead run, using it as impromptu brake, and stuck his head in to call over to the bar and interrupt them. Not that their conversation had continued after seeing Ryo nearly skid into the asphalt.
The words rushed out in a series of gasps while he tried to blink the sweat of his eyes, never noticing their expressions go from resigned and annoyed to resigned and ...amused. “Hey, the shipment’s running a little late? Because I am? But, don’t worry, it’ll get here!” With which confused statement he tore off down the street again.
Nao waited until Jiro took his face out of his hands before asking. “What was he wearing?”
“Who knows? He just throws on the first thing he sees, his sister could’ve planted it and he won’t know until someone tells him.” Jiro smirked, thinking of the many ways he could take advantage of that - not for the first time.
Nao flicked a marshmallow into his face as he laughed, “And what do you see in that idiot?”
Jiro smirked as he grabbed a bag of marshmallows for what promised to develop into a proper war, “It’s not exactly in him, is it?” He laughed and ducked Nao’s next volley, hardly noticing anymore that he was checking Ryo’s location against To’s in the back of his mind.
Sage:
To be completely fair (if not painfully honest) he only started coming to the place because Rowen was. When a guy’s your best friend since, like, diapers (to hear your moms tell it - and in public!) you don’t just abandon him when he starts getting seriously metaphysically creepy.
And hanging out in seedy coffee houses.
Not that he’d let the owner hear him saying that, because speaking of metaphysically creepy?
But the reason he came back, every time (and sometimes without Rowen) now that was different. He just couldn’t figure it out - did the cutest barista in the place (and they all seemed to take turns, he swore it was only to annoy him) not notice he was flirting? Or was he just not interested?
Cye:
“So, tell me again why you haven’t quit?” He muttered around a mouthful of some pastry - heavens knew what it was, he was not going to look over there.
“Because Mother would kill me.”
“You could run away.” Was the next and sadly predictable comment.
“Not where she couldn’t find me.” One whole minute’s worth of blissful silence followed.
Then, as if it were the result of much thought rather than their routine banter, “Antarctica.” He nodded and grinned, adding, “Hey, seals and killer whales, right?”
He looked over at his best, his very best friend he had to remind himself and managed not to yell his response. He knew Kento couldn’t tell exactly how pissed off he was at the moment, after all. “If I were going to run away anywhere,” he started and paused, suddenly realizing that behind the determined cluelessness Kento actually did get it, and was trying to cheer him up.
“Green Peace? Yes, I’d go and join Green Peace and save the whales. You’d have to help me, though - Mother would come after you as soon as she realized I was gone and,” he barely heard himself, losing the stream of babble in the overwhelming moment as he watched Kento watching him.
Kento:
“Get that thing out of here!” He yelled, not of course expecting any argument from someone whose behavior so far suggested an IQ minus.
“Excuse me? He’s not doing anything, he’s already house trained, and you let his cats all over the place!” The presumed idiot fired back, smug as anything.
“What? I do not let cats all over the place, I-”
He reached around Jiro to point. “Dude, there’s one climbing on the bar right now.”
He turned his head, expecting some sort of juvenile trick, and all thoughts of the idiot’s arrogance and the violation of his personal space vanished. Well, long enough for him to get To the hell out of his room to collect his damned escapee kitten.
Unfortunately by that time the idiot and his friend... Cye he thought it was, were already leaving. The only thing he could do was call after the smug little creep, “What’s your name?!”
“Kento!” He yelled, sticking his head around the door in a way disturbingly reminiscent of the Sanada boy, “Later dude.”
He must’ve glared at the door longer than he meant to before growling out, “Oh yes there will be a later.”
Because he turned around to find Nao watching him from the stairs, and when their eyes meet Nao turned and yelled, “Yeah, he’s about to start again. Intervention time, guys!”
Now. It is 10:48 my time and I am so sleepy I could scream. Also frustrated, because I just had to hand type the sizes into those images because the 'detect' size function was not working.
But! Comments? Amusements? Questions re: my sanity, or obvious lack thereof? Love to see them when I finally crawl out of the pit of sleep! :D
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Date: 2007-07-25 02:55 pm (UTC)