Noa for majorinettdocka
For
majorinettdocka
Name, livejournal, and country-
Sakura,
chaostie , USA
Muse-
Noa
Band-
Solo
Country-
Japan
Muse's Livejournal-
tragicprologue
Physical Appearance-
Darkdark eyes that always seemed to be glittering with amusement, with suppressed mirth, with that childlike innocence that no one but he seemed to posses, that no one but him seemed to understand. Black enough that they drew everything in, good or bad, and twiseted, warped it into his own childlike perspective until everything was simply seen as a game.
Palepale skin because someone like Noa never goes outside, all the fun is inside, away from the grass and the trees and the bugs and the animals and the sun, and all of that wonderful UV radiation that would color one’s skin. All of it unheard of and never used leaving someone like Noa’s skin so very sickly pale and whiter than the snow he longed to play in but wasn’t allowed to by friendsfamilyanyone.
Darkdark hair, dyed to contrast so very wonderfully with the palepale skin, dyed to coincide so wonderfully with the darkdark eyes. Different lengths and styled so perfectly and not at all acceptable to standard society. But what did he care about that? Society always forgave children. They didn’t care that is was so very longmedium in the back, and so very short in the front. They didn’t care that it was all nice and spiked up on the top, something that took time in the morning, and it always surprised him that he had the patience for such a hair style.
Darkdark and palepale clothes, black and white and red all over, and mixing so wonderfully to his skin and hair and eyes to the point that it became simply too much, too tacky, and too monotone. But what did he care. He was a child. And society loved children.
Personality-
Five years old and tall enough to be twenty-one years old with the looks of a eighteen year old, and the fortune of a forty-six year old.
So just how old was Noa?
Don’t base it on behavior, you’ll be wrong.
Toys and games and innocent wonder the highlight of someone’s life that was still only a child. Naïve to the world and everything within it. A believer of old wife’s tales and all the little stories that came along and were in no way believable to anyone, young or old.
Thought the moon really was made of cheese.
Thought the leaning tower of Piazza really was made of pizza.
Thought so many things that one was supposed to grow out of at age six.
Rumors and stories and everything he became engrossed in, believing it as if it had been aired on the news channel itself, when really is was only spoken by a babbling old drunken man on the street corner that he never went to.
Everyone was good to him, everyone was pure to him, no one could do any wrong, and everyone was forgiven, because a child forgives and forgets, whether he wants to or not.
Eternally stuck at that age of five, eternally stuck at that day when his mother simply left. A childhood engrained into his lifestyle, so wonderfully detailed that fantasy had finally become reality and he never aged and never was a question asked.
He was twenty-one five.
And he was simply waiting for his mommy to come home.
History-
The pampered only child of a rather prominent business man, and a woman who left far to early in his life, sick and tired of nothing but workworkwork. So a nanny soon took the place of a mother whose name he did not even know. A butler took the place of a father whose name he could not recall. And maids took the place of the friends he wasn't allowed to have.
Given everything he wanted, Noa grew up with the childhood that children only dreamed about, fantasized about, but never quite got. Anything he wanted, anything he didn't want, things he hadn't even known existed. Taking the place of friends and family and a father that was never around. Secluded in a house that had become his play place, locked up in a world that he could never escape from, sheltered from everything and everyone out there. A child living in a dream world.
No cares, no worries, no responsibilities. No friendsfamily.
Just a child, always and forever, even as he grew. Always a child to the friends he didn't have, always a child to the family that was never there, always a child, even to himself. Even at the age of adulthood. Always a child.
Naive and carefree and so utterly gullible, the perfect friend, the perfect bait for someone like him.
Naive enough to believe they were friends for life. Carefree enough to do anything he asked. Gullible enough to follow him everywhere.
And everywhere was right out of his father's house, right out onto the streets, and right into his own house, with his own toys, his own friends, and his own rules. Right away from the inheritance and protection he couldn't get anyway because he was still just a child.
And Uruha loved that.
And Uruha used that.
Friends for life.
Career-
Patron of all things fun.
Spender of his daddies money.
Housing-
Not to big, and not to small and absolutely filled to the brim with every fun thing imaginable. Shoved into corners and closets and every little crevice because he was desperate for more room, but not desperate enough to leave his little wooden house painted a nice pretty white with nice pretty little black roof, and black shudders and a black porch and every little add on blackblackblack. Black and white and just like his body.
A nice little drive way with a nice little garden that was dying because Noa knew nothing about gardening, and all he could do was cry and cry and cry over the lovely little flowers that wilted within weeks and were no more. A pool in the backyward, filled with the standard water, and Noa with the dream of someday filling it with jell-o. Wouldn'tH that be fun?
Every room filled with toys, filled to the brim and spilling into the hallways and everywhere else until one couldn't tell where the fun ended and where the fun began. But in Noa's house, the fun was everywhere, and with every room. Except one. A room set apart, and frequented by him. No toys, no fun, no nothing. Because Noa's fun was not his fun.
A fun little place with a fun little boy called a fun little house.
Address-
226 Okane Drive
Sample-
Chuuu-chuuuTaptaptapChugachugachugaCHUU-CHUU.
Dark eyes widened in wonderment, observing, watching, staring, devouring the long line of blue and red that kept circlingcirclingcircling him in endless lines. Back and forth and back again, gone when he closed his eyes, and back by the time they opened again.
It had to be his, and no one elses.
$1,890.99?
No problem.
Daddy paid for everything as always.
A new toy, right into the toy house in which he lived.
A new train, right into the train room in the toy house.
A new fun, played with for endless hours and days.
“I’ll see you tomorrow!” A yelled parting, because Noa would be back, as always. The train would be broken, forgotten, left aside and useless, as always. And he would buy a new toy, as always, and right from this very shop.
After all, he was their favorite customer.
Personal AIM-
Sakura Kuroyo
Muse's AIM-
spiraldestiny