Esclave (Chapter 8/?)
Title: Esclave (Chapter 8/?)
Author: keeconk
Pairing: AriYama.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2,574
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and the story is solely fantasy, totally has nothing to do with the real life persons. Some facts, however, might be based on magazine translations.
Summary: Left at once, and if he had to be honest, Yamada loved his new, well new home, but it felt like whatever he left behind was chasing him.
A.N.: AU. Self-beta'ed.
( Chapter 1: Rejected? )
( Chapter 2: A Step Behind )
( Chapter 3: Confusion )
( Chapter 4: Turning Point )
( Chapter 5: At Dawn )
( Chapter 6: Chaos )
( Chapter 7: Deja Vu )
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“You’re gonna love it~,” she smiled widely, making gesture with her head while her body stood still elegantly, just the way Yamada remembered it.
Her slender arm was wrapped around his waist, the side her head was leaning on his shoulder, and the familiar jasmine scented perfume was lingering to Yamada’s nose. As his eyes were inspecting the building before him, he realised that it was a lot different from the Ariokas’ simply for the fact that it was a two stories modern house in the middle of the city.
“Mum… how could you… afford all this?” Yamada blinked, turning his head to his mum and still not believing that this was actually the person that he was coming back to.
“Seven years, Ryo. Seven years. That was enough for me to work my butt off and get a job and build up a career. It’s just gonna be us for now on,” she answered. “Though those seven years were also hell because I was looking for you like an insane person.”
“Well, you found me,” Yamada smiled.
His mum chuckled at the answer, letting go of her son while taking their front door’s key from her purse, unlocking the medium size two stories house’s door. He couldn’t help but smile when he stepped it, being greeted by a warm small crystal light on the entrance, a shoes cabinet by the wall and wooden flooring of the rest of the house was greeting him.
“There’s the living room, the kitchen is just beside it. The bathroom is to the left; my room is on its right. And your room is upstairs. There’s also a vacant room, like if we somehow get a guest or anyone is staying over for any reason. Also one bathroom,” she said, giving him a little tour to his new home. “And I didn’t find you. That pretty, slender guy found me. I can’t seem to remember his name, but he was the one that brought your bags out earlier.”
Yamada just returned his mum with a smile, knowing that this slender boy she was talking about must be Inoo, especially because Yuto said Inoo was working on a lot of paperwork for a while now. He could somehow see why everyone was on Daiki’s side to let him go, because even when he loved the house, he would love to be with his mum more than anything else.
“What about Dad?” he asked, making his way to the living room, running his fingers on the black, leather sofa before settling himself down on it, eyes observing the pictures that she put by the side of the TV - most of them being his photos when he was younger.
“Well… as you know, we no longer have things in common, and when he didn’t let me take you with me back then, I knew that he wasn’t meant for me. Especially when I came over to actually force you to live with me, but you weren’t there. That bastard sold you to the facility. How could he do that for goodness sake,” she explained while she grabbed two cans of soda from the silver, tall fridge in the kitchen.
“So you divorced him?”
“… still in the process of divorcing him. I still have his surname. Well, yours too, but it’s a different story. I might keep it anyway. It has been part of me for so many years now,” she answered.
Sighing, Yamada leaned his back to the sofa, letting his tired body to sink in to the leather surface while taking the soda can that his mum handed to him before sitting by his side with her legs resting on the armchair not far from them. He noticed wrinkles by the corner of her eyes, something that she didn’t have back then, making him realise that he had been gone for so long that those subtle, small changes from her somehow surprised him.
“Were they treating you right?” she asked, sipping to her own soda.
“They were. Lovely people. I got my own room and stuff.”
“That’s good. I can tell that they are nice people from the very first time I met them,” she commented, her tone sounding contented with what she was stating.
“So you’ve met my owner even before today then? I mean my ex-owner.”
She laughed at Yamada’s question, taking a huge gulp of soda to shut her self up before leaning forward to put the can to the table before them. Her curving, feminine fingers patted his shoulder, her hands then wrapping themselves to his shoulder as she cleared her throat.
“A couple of times~. He’s a sweet boy, seems to be really nice yet slightly awkward. But rather boke, judging from the way his slender, tall friend always scolds him.”
“He is…?” the boy frowned, finding it rather surprising for the fact that all this time he was in the house, Daiki had always been pretty strict to him. Probably less strict than the way Daisuke was with Ryutaro, but he was pretty bossy.
“Yes. Aren’t you supposed to know that better than me? He owned you,” she reasoned out.
“Well I thought I did know stuff about him. Apparently I’m not.”
“Oh don’t worry. Masters don’t usually show their true selves,” she cheered him up. “You should go to your room and settle in first. I’ll make us dinner,” she smiled to him, getting up from the sofa as she gave him a small wink.
Nodding his head, Yamada stood up, keeping the soda in his hand so he could bring it upstairs with him. The stairs were different than those stairs in the grand entrance of the Ariokas’. They weren’t carpeted but he knew that they were made from good quality woods.
The first floor wasn’t as big as the ground floor, just a narrow hallway and three doors, one on one of the sides, and the other two on the others. He took a peek at the first door he found, noting that it was a bathroom. Contemplating a little on the two other doors, he stood there, sipping to his soda, and decided to go to the one by the end of the hallway - gambling that it might just be his room.
And he was right.
The room was a little bigger than what he had in the mansion and it felt a lot more modern, just like every other Japanese house would have in the city. His duvet was black while the bed sheet was black, very boyish, very simple, and looked like something he would love. The room was in khaki colour, but the random modern, abstract paintings on the wall gave it a more vibrant touch.
His bags were on the bed; probably the driver put it there when he and his mum were chatting in the living room. He reached out for it, unzipping it to take his clothes out. No more Keito, so you gotta put your clothes to the closet by yourself, he told himself. Liking the fact that he got to do whatever he wanted, Yamada smiled as he unpacked his clothes one by one.
It didn’t take him long before he got to the bottom of the bag, his closet started to fill up with the clothes Inoo packed for him. Yet when he was about to put his bag away, his eyes caught a presence of something unfamiliar inside his bag, making him blink in wonder as of what that thing could be. He reached out for it, feeling the shape with his palm before then pulling it out from the bag - frowning at how odd it was to have it in his bag.
… a phone? he tilted his head, eyes were inspecting the red coloured phone in his hand.
He flipped it open, trying to see if he could find anything that could tell him who this phone belonged to. Sitting on his bed, legs crossed, Yamada knitted his brows when he found out that the phonebook of the phone was empty. He might not be that technologically updated, considering where he had spent almost half of his life at, but he wasn’t that stupid either not to realise that it was awfully odd for a phone to have no contact list or pictures or any song at all on its memory.
The boy kicked the bags to the floor, lying himself down on his new bed without his eyes leaving the phone on his hand at all. The model looked awfully familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he saw it before. He knew it wasn’t Daiki’s because the older boy’s phone was black and this was red, very not gloomy like Daiki’s but instead, it was bright and daring, almost as if it was making a statement.
Rolling to his side, Yamada stared at the screen, wasn’t sure why but he just did. He was contemplating whether to tell his mum about it or maybe he should ask her driver the next day to see if it was his or something; though he scratched that idea almost right away because the phone was at the bottom of his bag so it wasn’t logically possible. Meaning, the only person that could have put that phone there would be either Inoo or Keito.
It almost gave him a heart attack when it suddenly vibrated, the screen showing that someone was calling that phone. He sat up, blinking while staring down to the tiny screen, not recognising the phone number because why would he recognise a phone number anyway? It wasn’t that they exchanged numbers back in the basement, or even in the mansion.
“Hello?” he answered the phone, gulping in anticipation.
“Hey~. You found the phone!!” the other line exclaimed.
“Eh?” he frowned, taking the phone away from his ear to check the screen again, wishing that it would tell him who the hell it was.
“Yamada? You there?”
“Oh yes… y-yes. Sorry. Who is this?” he asked.
There was silence from the other line, all that Yamada heard was a long sighing and somewhat very quiet background. “It’s me,” the other line answered.
“Me… who?”
“Daiki…”
“D-Daiki-san?!” he exclaimed, quickly covering his mouth because he didn’t want his mum to hear him screaming or anything that could sound like a false alarm or anything.
He crawled off from his bed as he made his way to his door, quickly locking it because it suddenly felt like a secret phone call that he shouldn’t have answered and no one was to know about it. When he got back to his bed, Yamada slid himself into underneath of his duvet, covering his head with it just to make him feel a lot safer for God knew what reason.
“Did you put it to my bag?” he asked to Daiki, half whispering.
“No… Inoo-chan did. I told him to do so once you agreed to let me disown you.”
“Technically you decided that on your own,” he scowled.
“I’m sorry… but it was the only choice I have.”
“I don’t understand you at all, Daiki-san. Like… why did you go into all of this trouble like finding my mum’s where about?” Yamada mumbled, this time wasn’t as mad as he was the night before.
“Well, for the very reason why I’m calling you right now,” Daiki answered.
“I don’t follow what you’re saying.”
“It’s not a big deal, really. Oh, and I hope you like the phone.”
“…the phone?” Yamada frowned. “You mean this phone that I’m using right now?”
“Yeah. It’s a gift, mostly so that I can call you any time I want to. Don’t forget to save my number,” Daiki answered casually.
The scene from the night before when Daiki told him that he loved him suddenly flashed back to Yamada’s mind. He somehow tried to make some sort of connection between that to this. When he was in the mansion, Daiki never gave him anything at all. Whatever he had was already there in his room and he guessed that it was the same case too for Ryutaro.
“So you disowned me just so you can call me? You could have just given me a phone when I was still there.”
“Well, it won’t feel the same,” Daiki reasoned out.
“And why is that?”
“Hm… like it’s not even a day yet but it feels rather weird without you here, thus I called you?”
“Have I ever told you that I never understand a single thing that you’ve said to me?” Yamada frowned, shifting on his bed to lie down on his back.
When he heard Daiki laughing on the other line, Yamada couldn’t help but smile at it. It was his first time to actually listen to the older boy’s laugh, especially that sincerely. He had seen him laughing before, of course. But it wasn’t towards him, and he was just watching from far as the other interacted with Inoo or when a friend came over.
“Daiki-san, there’s nothing to laugh about,” he said instead.
“You’re just funny and it can’t be helped,” Daiki answered, still somewhat half laughing. “And don’t call me that… I’m no longer your owner. Just Daiki.”
“…i-it’s too sudden.”
“Oh come on, it wouldn’t be so bad to call me with that. You called me Daiki last night,” Daiki reasoned out. “I can call you with Ryosuke or something, or whatever in exchange?”
“No. Not my first name,” Yamada frowned, somehow not liking anyone outside his family addressing him with his own name.
“But Yamada seemed too normal! What about Yama-chan then? That would sound rather cute,” the other suggested.
“Aren’t you persistent?”
“You don’t know the real me just yet, Yama-chan,” Daiki replied, Yamada somehow sensing some sort of mischievous feeling on the tone the other was using.
“… you’re weird.”
And that laugh again. It felt annoying that it made Yamada’s stomach flip in the most tingling way possible, not because he hated hearing Daiki laugh; in fact, he kind of loved how it sounded. Very light and heart-warming, far from the impression that Daiki had been giving him this whole time.
“That aside, are you free tomorrow? No school?”
“…I guess? Mum didn’t say anything about school or whatever. Besides, I don’t think I want to go back to primary school when I’m almost eighteen,” Yamada pointed out.
“Oh.. right…” Daiki mumbled. “Oh well, then let’s go out then! Movies and lunch maybe.”
“…movies and lunch? For what occasion?”
“You know… a date…”
“What?!” Yamada blinked as he pushed his duvet away, sitting up right away on his bed.
“You don’t want to?”
“I…”
He felt his heart beating so fast at the idea of a date because he didn’t even know his own sexual preference. The whole mansion knew about Daiki being gay, and that he let the other boy sleep with him before, didn’t mean that he actually did like the same sex too. He was busy trying to survive in the hardship to think of such an unimportant thing. And now that he was free, this wasn’t exactly on the top of his list of things to figure out.
“I… I’ll call you back. Mum just called me for dinner,” he lied, quickly closed his phone and threw it to a random spot on the bed, not ready for a change as drastic as that.
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I will take awhile before updating again because I want to work on my fic-exchanges and my TaDaiki. But I promise I won't take too long. And boke is a term used in double-act comedy, the "funny man" is called boke. You can check it out here.
Critiques?
Author: keeconk
Pairing: AriYama.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2,574
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and the story is solely fantasy, totally has nothing to do with the real life persons. Some facts, however, might be based on magazine translations.
Summary: Left at once, and if he had to be honest, Yamada loved his new, well new home, but it felt like whatever he left behind was chasing him.
A.N.: AU. Self-beta'ed.
( Chapter 1: Rejected? )
( Chapter 2: A Step Behind )
( Chapter 3: Confusion )
( Chapter 4: Turning Point )
( Chapter 5: At Dawn )
( Chapter 6: Chaos )
( Chapter 7: Deja Vu )
------
“You’re gonna love it~,” she smiled widely, making gesture with her head while her body stood still elegantly, just the way Yamada remembered it.
Her slender arm was wrapped around his waist, the side her head was leaning on his shoulder, and the familiar jasmine scented perfume was lingering to Yamada’s nose. As his eyes were inspecting the building before him, he realised that it was a lot different from the Ariokas’ simply for the fact that it was a two stories modern house in the middle of the city.
“Mum… how could you… afford all this?” Yamada blinked, turning his head to his mum and still not believing that this was actually the person that he was coming back to.
“Seven years, Ryo. Seven years. That was enough for me to work my butt off and get a job and build up a career. It’s just gonna be us for now on,” she answered. “Though those seven years were also hell because I was looking for you like an insane person.”
“Well, you found me,” Yamada smiled.
His mum chuckled at the answer, letting go of her son while taking their front door’s key from her purse, unlocking the medium size two stories house’s door. He couldn’t help but smile when he stepped it, being greeted by a warm small crystal light on the entrance, a shoes cabinet by the wall and wooden flooring of the rest of the house was greeting him.
“There’s the living room, the kitchen is just beside it. The bathroom is to the left; my room is on its right. And your room is upstairs. There’s also a vacant room, like if we somehow get a guest or anyone is staying over for any reason. Also one bathroom,” she said, giving him a little tour to his new home. “And I didn’t find you. That pretty, slender guy found me. I can’t seem to remember his name, but he was the one that brought your bags out earlier.”
Yamada just returned his mum with a smile, knowing that this slender boy she was talking about must be Inoo, especially because Yuto said Inoo was working on a lot of paperwork for a while now. He could somehow see why everyone was on Daiki’s side to let him go, because even when he loved the house, he would love to be with his mum more than anything else.
“What about Dad?” he asked, making his way to the living room, running his fingers on the black, leather sofa before settling himself down on it, eyes observing the pictures that she put by the side of the TV - most of them being his photos when he was younger.
“Well… as you know, we no longer have things in common, and when he didn’t let me take you with me back then, I knew that he wasn’t meant for me. Especially when I came over to actually force you to live with me, but you weren’t there. That bastard sold you to the facility. How could he do that for goodness sake,” she explained while she grabbed two cans of soda from the silver, tall fridge in the kitchen.
“So you divorced him?”
“… still in the process of divorcing him. I still have his surname. Well, yours too, but it’s a different story. I might keep it anyway. It has been part of me for so many years now,” she answered.
Sighing, Yamada leaned his back to the sofa, letting his tired body to sink in to the leather surface while taking the soda can that his mum handed to him before sitting by his side with her legs resting on the armchair not far from them. He noticed wrinkles by the corner of her eyes, something that she didn’t have back then, making him realise that he had been gone for so long that those subtle, small changes from her somehow surprised him.
“Were they treating you right?” she asked, sipping to her own soda.
“They were. Lovely people. I got my own room and stuff.”
“That’s good. I can tell that they are nice people from the very first time I met them,” she commented, her tone sounding contented with what she was stating.
“So you’ve met my owner even before today then? I mean my ex-owner.”
She laughed at Yamada’s question, taking a huge gulp of soda to shut her self up before leaning forward to put the can to the table before them. Her curving, feminine fingers patted his shoulder, her hands then wrapping themselves to his shoulder as she cleared her throat.
“A couple of times~. He’s a sweet boy, seems to be really nice yet slightly awkward. But rather boke, judging from the way his slender, tall friend always scolds him.”
“He is…?” the boy frowned, finding it rather surprising for the fact that all this time he was in the house, Daiki had always been pretty strict to him. Probably less strict than the way Daisuke was with Ryutaro, but he was pretty bossy.
“Yes. Aren’t you supposed to know that better than me? He owned you,” she reasoned out.
“Well I thought I did know stuff about him. Apparently I’m not.”
“Oh don’t worry. Masters don’t usually show their true selves,” she cheered him up. “You should go to your room and settle in first. I’ll make us dinner,” she smiled to him, getting up from the sofa as she gave him a small wink.
Nodding his head, Yamada stood up, keeping the soda in his hand so he could bring it upstairs with him. The stairs were different than those stairs in the grand entrance of the Ariokas’. They weren’t carpeted but he knew that they were made from good quality woods.
The first floor wasn’t as big as the ground floor, just a narrow hallway and three doors, one on one of the sides, and the other two on the others. He took a peek at the first door he found, noting that it was a bathroom. Contemplating a little on the two other doors, he stood there, sipping to his soda, and decided to go to the one by the end of the hallway - gambling that it might just be his room.
And he was right.
The room was a little bigger than what he had in the mansion and it felt a lot more modern, just like every other Japanese house would have in the city. His duvet was black while the bed sheet was black, very boyish, very simple, and looked like something he would love. The room was in khaki colour, but the random modern, abstract paintings on the wall gave it a more vibrant touch.
His bags were on the bed; probably the driver put it there when he and his mum were chatting in the living room. He reached out for it, unzipping it to take his clothes out. No more Keito, so you gotta put your clothes to the closet by yourself, he told himself. Liking the fact that he got to do whatever he wanted, Yamada smiled as he unpacked his clothes one by one.
It didn’t take him long before he got to the bottom of the bag, his closet started to fill up with the clothes Inoo packed for him. Yet when he was about to put his bag away, his eyes caught a presence of something unfamiliar inside his bag, making him blink in wonder as of what that thing could be. He reached out for it, feeling the shape with his palm before then pulling it out from the bag - frowning at how odd it was to have it in his bag.
… a phone? he tilted his head, eyes were inspecting the red coloured phone in his hand.
He flipped it open, trying to see if he could find anything that could tell him who this phone belonged to. Sitting on his bed, legs crossed, Yamada knitted his brows when he found out that the phonebook of the phone was empty. He might not be that technologically updated, considering where he had spent almost half of his life at, but he wasn’t that stupid either not to realise that it was awfully odd for a phone to have no contact list or pictures or any song at all on its memory.
The boy kicked the bags to the floor, lying himself down on his new bed without his eyes leaving the phone on his hand at all. The model looked awfully familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he saw it before. He knew it wasn’t Daiki’s because the older boy’s phone was black and this was red, very not gloomy like Daiki’s but instead, it was bright and daring, almost as if it was making a statement.
Rolling to his side, Yamada stared at the screen, wasn’t sure why but he just did. He was contemplating whether to tell his mum about it or maybe he should ask her driver the next day to see if it was his or something; though he scratched that idea almost right away because the phone was at the bottom of his bag so it wasn’t logically possible. Meaning, the only person that could have put that phone there would be either Inoo or Keito.
It almost gave him a heart attack when it suddenly vibrated, the screen showing that someone was calling that phone. He sat up, blinking while staring down to the tiny screen, not recognising the phone number because why would he recognise a phone number anyway? It wasn’t that they exchanged numbers back in the basement, or even in the mansion.
“Hello?” he answered the phone, gulping in anticipation.
“Hey~. You found the phone!!” the other line exclaimed.
“Eh?” he frowned, taking the phone away from his ear to check the screen again, wishing that it would tell him who the hell it was.
“Yamada? You there?”
“Oh yes… y-yes. Sorry. Who is this?” he asked.
There was silence from the other line, all that Yamada heard was a long sighing and somewhat very quiet background. “It’s me,” the other line answered.
“Me… who?”
“Daiki…”
“D-Daiki-san?!” he exclaimed, quickly covering his mouth because he didn’t want his mum to hear him screaming or anything that could sound like a false alarm or anything.
He crawled off from his bed as he made his way to his door, quickly locking it because it suddenly felt like a secret phone call that he shouldn’t have answered and no one was to know about it. When he got back to his bed, Yamada slid himself into underneath of his duvet, covering his head with it just to make him feel a lot safer for God knew what reason.
“Did you put it to my bag?” he asked to Daiki, half whispering.
“No… Inoo-chan did. I told him to do so once you agreed to let me disown you.”
“Technically you decided that on your own,” he scowled.
“I’m sorry… but it was the only choice I have.”
“I don’t understand you at all, Daiki-san. Like… why did you go into all of this trouble like finding my mum’s where about?” Yamada mumbled, this time wasn’t as mad as he was the night before.
“Well, for the very reason why I’m calling you right now,” Daiki answered.
“I don’t follow what you’re saying.”
“It’s not a big deal, really. Oh, and I hope you like the phone.”
“…the phone?” Yamada frowned. “You mean this phone that I’m using right now?”
“Yeah. It’s a gift, mostly so that I can call you any time I want to. Don’t forget to save my number,” Daiki answered casually.
The scene from the night before when Daiki told him that he loved him suddenly flashed back to Yamada’s mind. He somehow tried to make some sort of connection between that to this. When he was in the mansion, Daiki never gave him anything at all. Whatever he had was already there in his room and he guessed that it was the same case too for Ryutaro.
“So you disowned me just so you can call me? You could have just given me a phone when I was still there.”
“Well, it won’t feel the same,” Daiki reasoned out.
“And why is that?”
“Hm… like it’s not even a day yet but it feels rather weird without you here, thus I called you?”
“Have I ever told you that I never understand a single thing that you’ve said to me?” Yamada frowned, shifting on his bed to lie down on his back.
When he heard Daiki laughing on the other line, Yamada couldn’t help but smile at it. It was his first time to actually listen to the older boy’s laugh, especially that sincerely. He had seen him laughing before, of course. But it wasn’t towards him, and he was just watching from far as the other interacted with Inoo or when a friend came over.
“Daiki-san, there’s nothing to laugh about,” he said instead.
“You’re just funny and it can’t be helped,” Daiki answered, still somewhat half laughing. “And don’t call me that… I’m no longer your owner. Just Daiki.”
“…i-it’s too sudden.”
“Oh come on, it wouldn’t be so bad to call me with that. You called me Daiki last night,” Daiki reasoned out. “I can call you with Ryosuke or something, or whatever in exchange?”
“No. Not my first name,” Yamada frowned, somehow not liking anyone outside his family addressing him with his own name.
“But Yamada seemed too normal! What about Yama-chan then? That would sound rather cute,” the other suggested.
“Aren’t you persistent?”
“You don’t know the real me just yet, Yama-chan,” Daiki replied, Yamada somehow sensing some sort of mischievous feeling on the tone the other was using.
“… you’re weird.”
And that laugh again. It felt annoying that it made Yamada’s stomach flip in the most tingling way possible, not because he hated hearing Daiki laugh; in fact, he kind of loved how it sounded. Very light and heart-warming, far from the impression that Daiki had been giving him this whole time.
“That aside, are you free tomorrow? No school?”
“…I guess? Mum didn’t say anything about school or whatever. Besides, I don’t think I want to go back to primary school when I’m almost eighteen,” Yamada pointed out.
“Oh.. right…” Daiki mumbled. “Oh well, then let’s go out then! Movies and lunch maybe.”
“…movies and lunch? For what occasion?”
“You know… a date…”
“What?!” Yamada blinked as he pushed his duvet away, sitting up right away on his bed.
“You don’t want to?”
“I…”
He felt his heart beating so fast at the idea of a date because he didn’t even know his own sexual preference. The whole mansion knew about Daiki being gay, and that he let the other boy sleep with him before, didn’t mean that he actually did like the same sex too. He was busy trying to survive in the hardship to think of such an unimportant thing. And now that he was free, this wasn’t exactly on the top of his list of things to figure out.
“I… I’ll call you back. Mum just called me for dinner,” he lied, quickly closed his phone and threw it to a random spot on the bed, not ready for a change as drastic as that.
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I will take awhile before updating again because I want to work on my fic-exchanges and my TaDaiki. But I promise I won't take too long. And boke is a term used in double-act comedy, the "funny man" is called boke. You can check it out here.
Critiques?