[Log] The Baka and the Smartass
Characters: Zaizen Hikaru & Kirihara Akaya
Rating/Warnings: Just some boys being dickheads
When/Where: The Library sometime last month (o-oops forgot to post)
What: see rating
Authors comments: xD too funny
After listening to his room mate mutter out god knows what equations to himself, Zaizen had sneaked out to the library to finish his paper that was due the next day. Normally he'd finish his homework early, but as it was he'd gotten distracted on the internet. It couldn't be helped, really. Some of his favourite bands had all released new songs or made announcements of upcoming gigs. Considering it was late, he didn't expect many people to be there. He wasn't even supposed to be there, it was after the 7pm curfew, but really? Since when did Zaizen Hikaru care.
Pushing his ear bud into one ear, Zaizen let the other hang over his shoulder in case the librarian tried to kick him out - though at this time there usually wasn't much surveillance for that. Or at least at his old school that had been the case.
Opening his book to the right page, Zaizen stared blankly at the paper with his pen poised over his notepad. He had a few hours to get everything he needed to and write it into an essay, but with how easily he picked things up it shouldn't take too long. In fact, it had only taken the first thirty minutes there to get through over half of the essay. So far, so good. He wasn't falling asleep, and the quality of his essay was as good as ever, now he just had to hope there were no interruptions so he could keep this up.
Sorry Zaizen, there was no hope in hell for peace and quiet as Kirihara Akaya strode through the doors of the library. And proceeded to trip over an unstacked cart of books on his way. Oops. Not really thinking (or caring), Akaya let out a yelp along the way, as he caught himself and the cart and put them right side up again. Honest! He had good balance-- he just didn't... pay attention.
At least, for the library's sake, he had the balls to look a bit sheepish as he strode further into the inner-sanctum of bookery. Not that he thought anyone was there, even the nerds were in class right now, and humans had that dumb curfew. In which he snickered to himself, thinking he was utterly alone.
That was definitely his first mistake, of course.
It really was his mistake, as Zaizen felt his eye twitch for a moment as he scribbled the next line of his conclusion. The crash had been one thing, he knew some people just failed with balance and the like. He'd never seen someone be that bad at walking though, mind you, at least until he peeked around the edge of the book shelf. Of course, Kirihara started snickering then, almost as if it was amusing that he was disturbing peace in the library of all places. With a blank face, Zaizen pushed his bookmark into his book and quietly stood up.
A punishment was in order, right? So with that in mind he hit Kirihara over the head with the book. It wouldn't do permanent damage, but would be enough that the other boy would know he was annoyed. "This is a quiet zone." He told him simply. He wasn't lying about that, after all.
It didn't matter if Zaizen wasn't supposed to be there, he was trying to do his work, which was more than he could say for the other person in this section.
As the book whapped him over the head, he let out a loud yelp and turned to growl at the source of his new-found headache. What he found there was Zaizen looking grumpy, and in turn made Akaya grumpy. Doubly so, even. He reached up to rub the back of his head as his lips turned into a scowl.
"What the hell'd you do that for?" The vampire demanded, voice rather low. In fact, he grabbed the book from Zaizen with a quick 'gimme that!' and swatted at his shoulder none too softly. Then proceeded to grumble under his own breath and sulk.
And well, that made Zaizen frown as well. Considering his shoulder had been hit in return. Damn, plan had backfired. "You were being loud." He shrugged, rubbing his shoulder as he reached out with his other hand to grab his book back. "And I need that for my paper." He gave the book a sharp tug, lips twitching into a smirk when he'd managed to grab it back. Aha! There. Much better.
"Aren't you supposed to be elsewhere, anyway?" As far as he knew, this area was supposed to be empty at night, of course the silly boy was unaware of why that was. As it was though, Zaizen still had music pumping into one ear, otherwise he might have looked a lot more grumpy than he was. It was slightly relaxing, hearing the soft melody of a guitar and the beat of drums. He was probably lucky he was allowed to bring it with him, even if the teachers didn't really like him listening to music in the middle of class. He couldn't help it if their work was easy, could he?
He was loud? Ah well. Not like he cared since he thought he was alone. Of course, when the book was yanked out of his hand, Akaya had the distinct pleasure of being bookless again. He didn't like the things with letters in them, okay?!
"Nerd." Akaya remarked snidely as he flopped into a seat at the table nearest Zaizen's work. He quickly propped his feet on top of it, and nudged a stack of books away as he reclined back. "I got bored, so I came here. Least likely to find me, y'know. What are you doing breaking curfew?"
Hey, it was a fair question, he thought! Right? Right. They were both breaking rules. Heh. Go them.
Yes, yes he was loud! Just for the pure bitchiness of it all, Zaizen decided to do something about it, rather than just stand there and frown. Especially at the sort of insult Kirihara tacked on there. He pressed his hand to the table and hooked his foot behind the leg of the chair the other had taken ----- and tugged hard. The thud that followed only made him smirk though, if only because this time he had to realise he was being a pain.
"Not like it's really your business, but my room mate was working and distracting me from my own work." He leaned on the table then, pressing both hands against it as his backside propped on the edge. "So at least I have a reason to be breaking the rules." Normally he wouldn't do it, but considering his essay was due tomorrow... well. It kind of was a necessity, right? Right. Maybe.
Though the guy who'd bitched about it on his journal probably didn't agree with that. Ah well, can't be helped now.
Akaya unceremoniously thudded to the ground in not only a loud yelp, but a loud crack as the wood hit the floor. It resounded through the shelves, and the only thing he'd been able to do was wave his arms frantically in the air as though he were trying to fly and to keep himself upright. Needless to say, he looked like a very panicked teen until he winced.
Then again, he also sprang to his feet once again with a growl, fists balled at his sides. He was so close to decking Zaizen, it wasn't even funny!
"One of these days, damnit! I'm gonna break your fucking music." He grumbled dangerously, eyeing the other kid's pocket. Or, at least that's where he assumed Zaizen's iPod was, anyway. A moment later, he was grabbing his shirt collar in a tight grip and glaring right into the other teen's green eyes. "So keep it up."
It probably didn't help that a tiny laugh had slipped out at the image of Kirihara flailing around, did it? Especially at the panicked look on his face. That completely changed when his music player was threatened though, enough to make him actually narrow his own eyes a little, just enough so it wasn't too noticable unless you knew him really well. "And you'll pay for a new one," was the simple reply to that.
When his shirt was grabbed though, he just tilted his head back a little and moved his hand to try and pry the other boy's hand off him. "That or I'll have to do something to make it equal damage."
At least he looked calm? Honestly, the threat sounded kind of painful for someone like him, if only because lasting a day without his iPod was kind of... horrifying. Most people were intolerable, at least with music half blocking them out he could sort of tolerate them.
The mention of equal damage only made Akaya think of his gaming systems. He didn't-- and wouldn't --leave home without them. The fighting games he had only made him able to focus whatever aggression he had on the game, rather than the people around him. Zaizen probably knew that, though. But it wasn't like he'd get into Akaya's room without him being there.
"Heh. Just try it." The idiot goaded the other teen, his lips contorting into a smirk. Though for the sake of it, he let his grip go on Zaizen's shirt go and pulled away from him before he did something even more dumb.
Clasping his hands behinds his back, the idiot vampire teen adopted a cocky smile and looked off out of the window nearest them. "Then again, you might deflate and die or something without it. Huh nerdy boy?"
"Are you sure you want to say that?" Zaizen smoothed his collar down and brushed it off as if it had gotten dirty as well as creased. Besides, the look of horror on Kirihara's face if he did manage to do such a thing would be ...actually, no, because he probably would get a punch to the face then. As amusing seeing Kirihara distressed as it was, he valued his face as it was, thank you.
"I don't get why you're calling me nerdy though, just because I can do my work without having to think about it that much." He paused, "unlike some." He actually shifted to sit on the table then, considering it didn't seem like he was going to get his paper done just yet. Not with the new distraction he had. Luckily he could just finish it off when he woke up if needed. Or hell, even in class would work too.
"Though I'm pretty sure you'll spontaneously combust if you're left without a console, won't you?" There was the proof that he did, indeed, know what his necessity for survival was too.
"Cause you're smart. Duh." Actually, the vampire teen pinned Zaizen with a very 'duh' expression as he turned to plop down beside his friend. How the hell they ever got along, he wasn't sure. He didn't think Zaizen knew either. What, with how much they acted like enemies and what not. But it was there, and they... got along. "When the hell'd you get here, anyway? I didn't know you went to school here!"
Damn damn double damn. Akaya pouted when his own weakness was talked about, though. He nudged the other boy, as if to say 'dare do it, and I will break your iPod.' Nevermind answering it, though. It was just as stupid of a question as Zaizen not having his music. They'd both likely be homicidal. Well, more Akaya then Zaizen, of course.
"That doesn't make me nerdy, it makes me smart. Idiot." Well, he got a 'duh' expression in return for that. "The nerdy ones are the ones who have to work to be smart." He leaned forward to rest his elbow on his leg, and in turn lean his chin on his hand. "I've been here a week or two already. You're slow." He'd read things here or there, but honestly he hadn't used the journals that much - he had his own blog to update. The school system one came second.
He probably wouldn't ever really break it, though fucking with his friend's head could be fun. He was pretty sure he wouldn't know the fundamentals past 'this plugs into this' and so on. He'd only stoop that low if he had a reason though. Like if his iPod really did get broken. So far, they were at a stalemate with that. "How long have you been here anyway?"
"Yeah, well. Same damn difference to those of us who don't dig our noses into a book without pictures." Oh wait. Crap. He slammed himself there... ack! ...Aww man. Akaya was not so bright tonight.
"Since the 4th or something. Too long, in my opinion." Akaya grumbled, more to himself than anything as he leaned back instead of forward. Actually, he leaned back so far he was laying against the table instead of propping himself up on it. In fact, he even stare up at the ceiling and was somewhat amazed at just how high the book shelves in the library went. It reminded him of the one at home with his parents prized collection. That was a room he'd never liked to step into for more than one reason.
"And not slow, I just don't do that journal thingy you like." He defended, pouting.
"Obviously," his voice was pretty dry and sarcastic when he said that though, glancing at him out of the corner of his eyes when he moved to flop back. Typical. He better have not knocked his paper off the table when that move though.
"It could be worse though." Honestly, while school was boring, there were far worse places to be than this. Like his last school. In fact, if all they were going to do was sit there and talk, Zaizen decided he was going to get that paper done and out of the way at the same time. He already knew what he was going to write. Only when he turned around... it seemed that his friend had flopped on his paper. He picked up his pen and gave Kirihara a poke in the side. "Move. You're sat on my paper."
Really, it was getting late now so it wasn't like they could go anywhere. Zaizen had already broken his curfew, so he really couldn't leave now anyway.
"Yeah where you co- ack!" Once again, Akaya growled at his friend and twisted away from the object poking his side. In a semi-ticklish spot that he couldn't help feeling both the need to laugh and growl. Whatever that mix was, he did not want it!
So, he glared and moved off the dumb paper his braniac friend was writing. In retaliation, he also lashed his foot out and kicked the other teen in the hip. It, at least, wasn't a hard kick. Just something subtle to retaliate the brutality of the damnedable pen. Though then, he also sat up so he wasn't prone to any more attacks like that. His parents didn't teach him to be on his guard most of the time for nothing. Then again, it... tended to be let down a lot around Zaizen anyway. The kid was a human, and didn't know anything about him being different.
"Yeah, well I was home schooled. This is hell for me." Because at home he got bribes, here he just... had to work. And attend classes. And be with people he barely knew. And be on his best behavior. It was HELL.
After pulling the paper out, Zaizen smoothed it out on the table and took a place on his seat again. "Where I what?" he asked it pretty blankly, though he was obviously telling him to dare say something insulting. The kick had caught him off guard though, making a soft 'ooph' slip out and a glare to be sent in his friend's way. He'd had an excuse!
Honestly, though? Zaizen was likely to still act the same with him even if he did know. If only because it was the only way their friendship seemed to fuction, that is, with the abuse included. Alas, if it was to be so, it was so and all.
"Uh huh, maybe you should stop being such a brat then." Nevermind that was coming from him of all people. They were both probably over spoilt, even if Zaizen's parents weren't all that rich. He just had a brother to mooch off as well. He glanced over at him, giving him a slight smirk. "Can you even do that though?"
So did Akaya! It was retaliation, baby. That's just as good of an excuse as needing to make him roll over for the paper. Right? Right.
"Pft. You've never seen me at-" Shit, what did he call vampire functions? Gatherings for the rich and psycho? Seemed about it, to him. All of them wanted to bump elbows, and Akaya thought it was dumb, but whatever. Maybe one day if he ever aged passed the age of 14 in his mind, he'd see the importance. Or not. Who knew? "Family gatherings. You'd crap your pants."
Which was to say, the most mature Akaya ever got was at a vampire gathering, where he did a complete 180 from whatever brattiness Zaizen saw. He had to have manners to make his mom look good. He actually cared about her and all.
Standing, he gave the other teen a bit of a taste, just to see if he'd 'wow' Zaizen at all. His face became a nice, pleasant expression-- even his eyes were clear -- and bowed a nice, proper bow. "It's very nice to make your acquaintance, Zaizen-kun. Good luck on your-" This part, he cringed a little. "paper."
Unfortunately for him though, that whole 'act' was met with a complete deadpan expression. "Nevermind, you look even more stupid that way." Oops. It probably was better for everyone else, but really it kind of creeped him out. Nevermind that he'd told him to stop being such a brat --- he never meant with him. He had to suppress a shudder at the obviously fake display and actually finished his paper off while talking to the other. He folded it up, and shoved it in his bag that he'd kept under the table.
He leaned back in his seat then and gave Kirihara a faint smirk, even if he expected another hit for that insult. It would be worth it... sort of... Okay, really it wouldn't, but it couldn't be helped. If his friend decided that was the appropriate form of retaliation, then he'd just have to deal.
"People actually buy that?" Saying that, he was probably thinking that because he knew what the guy was really like.
Actually, Akaya didn't give a damn. He knew the fake display was more formality and blah blah blah. So, he just stuck his tongue out at Zaizen and hopped back onto the table like the bratty vampire he was. Well, bratty vampire in a stuffy uniform in desperate need to slaughter some fake monsters.
"Pft. In gatherings everyone's like that, or trying to get at everyone's throats." Well, more than one way... heh. He smirked at that.
Reaching out, he flicked Zaizen's arm and adopted an impish gleam to his eyes. "S'now that you've got the boring crap overwith, what are you gonna do now?" Hopefully keep him company, but he wasn't going to say that. Akaya wasn't needy, and he'd... figure something out to pass the time before he had to go back to class or his dorm.
Oh, good. It might be a little worrying if he did care about something silly like that. He moved to put his feet on the table then and leaned back on his chair, offering a shrug. "Never been to one." He didn't plan to either, thank you very much. That sounded kind of exhausting, if anything. Acting the part so a group of people he wouldn't care about would find him attentive and formal. Ew.
"I haven't thought about it yet," he admitted. "I'll need to sleep at some point though." That was, if his weirdo room mate didn't keep him up with all the lights on.
The only problem was that while he was still young, he'd be horribly grumpy if he hadn't had enough sleep. Zaizen Hikaru never had been a morning person to begin with, add lack of sleep to that and well... everyone would be doomed.
"Lucky you." Akaya grumbled softly and once again resumed his position of flopping back against the table, elbows propping him up. He used it kinda like a half bed, his legs dangling over the edge. Nevermind that a rhyme his dad had told him started running through his head; tables are made for glasses, not asses. It just made him want to stay on top of the table all the more.
"The world'd blow up if you didn't sleep, Zaizen." He snickered softly. "You'd probably unleash some like, mindfuck and brains would explode in unison or something." Not really. His imagination was running wild on him, if anything. Akaya was bored. Chitchatting wasn't doing much of anything to help that, either. Well, okay maybe it was.
"I know," there was something a tad smug about that, because Zaizen wouldn't wish a family gathering on anyone. Even his baka of a friend. He rolled his eyes and rocked on his chair a bit, in fact, considering it was only them there he pulled his arms up to prop them behind his head, relaxing a bit. "No one would know what hit them."
Trust him to come up with something utterly gory for an image though, if Zaizen was any less of a boy who would have cringed at the image, instead he just gave a soft snort at it. Talking wasn't doing too much for keeping him awake either though, so he tried to think of something else they could do. "When are you planning on heading back to where ever you're supposed to be?" He didn't actually believe that the night class had class at night, so...
The teenaged vampire snickered softly at his friend. If he could wish powers onto anyone, Akaya would pay whatever he had to, just to see what Zaizen could do with what his kind was given. Then again, knowing the human, he'd probably be just as dull when it came to using them.
Screwing up his expression, he thought of what time it was and when classes would be out. The dumb things usually lasted until somewhere in the middle of the night. It made Akaya scowl and shrink into the collar of his uniform. Uhg. When he answered, his voice was sulky. "Too late to keep you up. I can walk you back if you want?"
Well that would depend on if he'd get caught. And what the punishment would be. He didn't really fancy going to jail or anything, as it was. With a quiet sigh he let his chair drop forward again, using all four legs rather than just two. He did actually look slightly amused at the expression on his face though, great concentration face there, Bakaya.
"If it's easier," his voice sounded bored though when he finally replied, thinking it over for a few minutes first. "And I suppose it'll keep you out of trouble for a little longer." Though that was kind of ironic in more than one way. First because they were both going to be in trouble if caught, and secondly because Zaizen was technically the one putting himself in harms way without realising it. Or well, the possibility was at least there.
Breaking curfew was really Akaya's reason to escort Zaizen back, else he might just head back to his own dorm by now and blow steam on one of his games. Actually, that sounded like a damn good idea! But assisting Zaizen back was his way of giving himself an alibi as well as protecting his friend from the danger that lurked. Then maybe, in a bout of chivalry, he'd probably blame Zaizen being out on himself and viola.
Though probably not the later part, no. Unless they were caught and he spoke first, which wasn't very likely.
Akaya shifted to stand, though he rubbed his butt because ow. That table really wasn't meant for sitting on, and his ass was boney. Which made his over expressive self frown. "C'mon then. Guess I'll play protector for a night. Heh." He stuck his tongue out at Zaizen.
No, he probably wouldn't be able to think that fast would he? Besides, Zaizen should be perfectly allowed to go use the library if he damn well needed to. That or he'd just have to tell his teacher that he couldn't get his paper done in time because someone stopped him from doing it. Probably not the best of ideas, though why lie about it when it was the obvious truth?
Of course, that thought was stopped by his friend's comment - something which made him cast a look that was half annoyed and half deadpan expression because what? "I'm not a damsel in distress." He grabbed his bag off the floor, curled his fingers around the edge of his book in it, and smacked it into Kirihara's head again. "Idiot."
And Kirihara Akaya never saw it coming. Ho ho!
...Though he probably should have, really. The book smacked him square in the back of the head, to which he turned an evil little growl at Zaizen and... well. He tackled the other teen like a lion pouncing on prey. Which was probably a bad thing, because it'd... sorta be like that. But damnit, Zaizen quit hitting him!
"Damnit Zaizen, quit hitting me!" With a book. He didn't mind if it was anything else, but the book didn't feel as-- he was going to stop that thought right there. Yes he was.
Okay, ow. That had hurt, especially when his own head smacked into the floor - the only place for him to fall. "Then quit being a moron." He dropped his bag to the side and reached behind his head to rub at the probably bruised skin. That really did smart, thanks Kirihara. It would probably be a nice lump by the morning too, something he wasn't really all that pleased about. At least he wasn't retaliating again though? He was more concerned about concussion than anything else.
And how this was really uncomfortable, so yeah, okay, he was retaliating by trying to push him off now. "Move." It really didn't help that Kirihara was all skin and bones either, because seriously? Ow. In fact, while he pushed at him he tried to wiggle so that there wasn't something digging into him.
Ow indeed! Akaya heard that thunk and cringed. But damnit, it served Zaizen right for whapping him over the head all the time. He just got all his lumps back in one, heh. Which was something that satisfied him greatly, being the bratty teen he was. In fact, he actually laughed at Zaizen's expense.
"Aww, poor baby got a boo boo?" He grinned and teased. Then, he actually had the audacity to use the teen under him as a pillow. Or, at least until he was shoved, anyway. In which he was too damn amused to not laugh. "Hey, you're actually kinda comfy."
Yes, well, most of the time he'd deserved it. It couldn't be helped, so Kirihara was probably going to have to get used to that. He scowled at the laugh and the teasing though and tried to hit his friend upside the head again - without hitting himself at the same time off course.
"That doesn't mean you can use me as a pillow." See that, Kirihara? Zaizen's expression just darkened because he was displeased. In fact, he almost cuffed him around the side of the head, rather than the back. Instead, he settled for pushing him again, scowl firmly in place now. Really he should learn to not dish it out if he wasn't willing to get some form of retaliation back.
Oh, he didn't mind getting it in return, but with a book? Hell no. He didn't like books in the first place, and liked them least when they were smacking him. Zaizen wasn't some nun or something to be chiding him for being a bad kid. Akaya already knew he was a bad kid, and liked it thanks.
And he wasn't intimidated by Zaizen. Even if he did flush up a little because i-it was kind of hot seeing Zaizen look so evil. spoehioweh!
Quickly, the teen vampire got up and offered his hand, kinda letting Zaizen think that he was scared of retaliation. Or something odd like that. "What else'd I use your for if I'm laying on you?"
...That didn't make matters any better. Damn it!
Well books were nice and solid, and it wouldn't hurt his hand like hitting him properly would do. Though he was going to hit him if it was something the idiot had said to or about him, wasn't he? He might have had parents that tried to raise him properly, but he was rather of the opinion 'if you want something doing, do it yourself'. In otherwords, if you want to some bratty kid to shut up, you hit them. That made sense, riiight?
He did take the offered hand though to pull himself out, and sent him another straight-laced look for that. Don't even go there, Kirihara. Don'- "Sorry, you're not my type." It slipped out in a second, a quick quip that would hopefully shut his friend up and make him refrain from trying that again. If it actually clicked to him anyway. He was more than aware how slow he could be sometimes.
When he picked up his bag again this time though, he just slung it over his shoulder so they would be okay go to.
Unfortunately it did click fast this time. Mostly because it was er... well. Zaizen was blunt and Akaya was bad at covering up for stuff. So, he laughed nervously and put his best 'wtf you talkin' bout Zaizen?' expression forward. Not that it covered for his sudden air of discomfort. Of course not, that would make things too easy~.
Shoving his hands in his packets he started toward the door of the library, only to trip on that same cart of books that needed putting away. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention or was made of total fail. Who knew, because oh, what the hell?!
"God damnit, that thing's gonna kill me!" Only not. He snarled at it, like it would jump out of the way when he looked back at it.
Poor boy, that air of discomfort and slight bristliness really did nothing to help him. Zaizen just let his lips twitch slightly, as if he was going to smirk, before he started walking. Of course, that led to Kirihara's fateful encounter with the cart of books: part 2. An exasperated look flashed across his face when he turned to look at him, but he wiped it away after a quick moment.
"I think you're more likely to break it, than it kill you." He gripped the handle of his bag and pushed the door open. Hopefully they wouldn't get caught on the way back, as Zaizen really didn't want to spend an hour or whatever being lectured to by anyone. He didn't stop to make sure he was actually alright though, just let the door start to shut behind him as he headed for the exit.
He waited until the other was near again before he carried on speaking. "Makes me wonder how you plan on 'protecting' me, if you can't even protect yourself from a cart of books."
Akaya huffed quietly until he could right himself again and make sure the books weren't all over the damn place. When he did, he exited the library, kind of thankful to be out of a place that intimidated him. The only books he ever really liked to read were comic books and manga. But those were more or less pictures with caption.
"Yeah, well. It shouldn't be there where people can, y'know. Bump into or trip over it." Stupid librarians. Actually, he grumbled the stupid librarians part under his breath in a sulky voice as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his uniform pants. Though he had to ponder how he was going to protect Zaizen without letting on about his er... race. If anything (probably doubtful) should happen on their way to the human dorm.
In which Akaya raised his hand to scratch the back of his neck, fingers going through his curls. "Er... I got my ways and stuff. Don't worry about it." He finished off with a nice 'hehe' and grinned at his friend.
They were more like childrens books, in a sense. At least according to him. Easy on the mind - probably something that Kirihara could only just get through. Of course, it was quite lucky they weren't talking about it, it might seem a little cruel to compare the boy with a five year old. Not like that ever stopped Zaizen before.
"Most people look where they're going," Zaizen offered. "Or are at least more intuitive to their surroundings." Which yet again made him question why the hell his friend seemed to think he could actually do anything in the way of protection. In Zaizen's opinion, it looked like he'd trip up over his own feet or get himself killed instead.
Which only really left that solution, didn't it? "By offering yourself up as bait? I can live with that." Though really, how likely was it that it would come to that? The campus was mostly sealed in with gates - as much as Zaizen had seen anyway. They could at least hope.
The question was, how could he have been more intuitive to his surroundings, when he was trying to look as though he wasn't blushing or... stuff like that. Because while Akaya didn't like his friend like that, he still couldn't deny the fact that he was-- er --pretty hot when he looked evil. And all. Damn it all to hell!
"Hey, I've taken lessons! I could beat the snot out of whatever it was that attacked us. If something attacked us." Akaya puffed his chest out to look a bit macho, because he could sometimes best his dad. That, though, he had the sneaking suspicion was to keep him even interested in training. The thrill of beating someone usually did spark the desire to try besting them again and all. "What could you do? Give it a tongue lashing?"
Oh but he already sort of saw the awkwardness there. Zaizen might not have hyper senses or whatever, but he was a genius. Even the little things stood out to him. Which is precisely why he stopped when they got to the courtyard area and turned to look at him. "Sure you could." Zaizen still wasn't convinced, mind you. If only because of his friend's pathetic nature so far.
That phrasing made him pause though, and he stared at Kirihara blankly for a moment. "I don't think I'd want to." Well, if he actually understood that, way to go him. If not, well. It could easily be taken as he wouldn't want to be stupid and attack something with words. "Besides, I planned on using you as bait while running in the other direction. Better you than me, and all." He didn't... really know that wouldn't work though.
Honestly, no he hadn't understood what Zaizen meant. He wasn't a pervert like the other teen seemed to be. Akaya just chalked it up to figuring that Zaizen didn't want to attack something with words, like he'd implied in the first place. Though... it really didn't explain the blank stare. That, he didn't get at all.
Akaya opened his mouth to say 'figures', only for it to go slack with his friends next comment. Better you than me?! His eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Some friend Zaizen was! There he was, raised properly and would actually defend him, and Zaizen'd leave him to be eaten. What if he was human, and that happened?
"You're evil." He grumbled, for once not freaking out and being loud. Probably because he didn't want to get caught any more than the other teen did.
Well he wasn't exactly a pervert, he had no intention of actually... doing any of that kind of thing, but it wasn't hard to hint at it when his friend was saying such obscure things. He couldn't help it, it kind of just... slipped out. Sort of. Maybe.
Ah, it was all a show, no need to worry Kirihara. He couldn't let him think he actually cared. That'd be weird. Though in all honesty, he might be a little more protective if their situation was the other way around. He just knew he kind of would be helpless in a bad situation - unless a whack around the head with a bookbag would actually do the trick against an attacker. In that case though, he doubted it would, unless it was some girl screaming about something or other.
That didn't seem at all likely.
"It can't be helped," he said back, voice nice and flat. It couldn't though, if Kirihara couldn't see between the lines, then he couldn't.
Akaya kept quiet, still sulking over Zaizen throwing him to the proverbial wolves. So, it was an odd rest of the walk to the human dorms as he kept looking at the snow on the ground. There were tracks all over the place, thankfully, so it's not like they'd get found out through fresh foot steps. Though, not like... people would likely look for fresh foot steps, anyway. Unless they had some weirdo security guys running around like hounds sniffing for blood.
...In which case, it made Akaya look around a little cautiously. Just in case. Because he was stupidly superstitious like that. Which he was happy to see there was no one around but them. It let his breathing return to normal, even though that was kind of... a mistake. The closer they got to the dorm, the more he could smell humans and their lingering scent. Having known Zaizen for years now, he was used to the boy's rather delicious scent, so it didn't make it hard for him to ignore. But he hated going near the human dorm. It was, frankly, uncomfortable. Thus, the sudden fidgeting.
He needed a distraction.
Zaizen shoved his own hands into his pockets after a while and buried into his uniform, luckily it wasn't far from the library though, otherwise he'd be even more annoyed about not bringing more warm clothing for this time of night. The fidgeting though, Zaizen brushed it off as just Kirihara being weird again or something. That or impatient of getting back to his games console. "You can see I'm back now." He nodded towards the door. "No need to protect me now, right?" He looked at him with slight amusement, because his friend's bravado from earlier really was not needed.
Ah well.
"Unless you plan on walking me to my room," he added dryly, pointing out that was kind of silly. He didn't even know about the problems with the smells the building held though.
Or that, really. He laughed a little nervously and looked from Zaizen to the dorm from his former gaze at his feet. Funny how he knew it was there before he could see it. Then, amusingly enough, the vampire teen waved his hands in the air frantically. "N-no that's okay. You're good now~ Don't need to save ya if you're already inside and stuff."
To finish his tease, the idiot stuck his tongue out just before he turned to start trotting off in the direction of that path. He'd actually forced himself to remember the path in order to not get lost. And so far, it'd helped him get outside the school a handful of times already, too. Oh, what a bad boy he was. His parents would be ashamed, mwahaha.
Okay, that weird frantic flaily movement was kind of creeping him out. Zaizen knew Kirihara was pretty much a spaz, but that was a little too much. He reached a hand up to adjust his ear bud, and just... stared for a moment as the other started to walk off. Weird.
Not like he thought on that for too long though, instead he reached for the door handle and moved to step inside. Quietly, under his breath, he muttered "don't need saving" though. Especially not from his failtastic friend.
Rating/Warnings: Just some boys being dickheads
When/Where: The Library sometime last month (o-oops forgot to post)
What: see rating
Authors comments: xD too funny
After listening to his room mate mutter out god knows what equations to himself, Zaizen had sneaked out to the library to finish his paper that was due the next day. Normally he'd finish his homework early, but as it was he'd gotten distracted on the internet. It couldn't be helped, really. Some of his favourite bands had all released new songs or made announcements of upcoming gigs. Considering it was late, he didn't expect many people to be there. He wasn't even supposed to be there, it was after the 7pm curfew, but really? Since when did Zaizen Hikaru care.
Pushing his ear bud into one ear, Zaizen let the other hang over his shoulder in case the librarian tried to kick him out - though at this time there usually wasn't much surveillance for that. Or at least at his old school that had been the case.
Opening his book to the right page, Zaizen stared blankly at the paper with his pen poised over his notepad. He had a few hours to get everything he needed to and write it into an essay, but with how easily he picked things up it shouldn't take too long. In fact, it had only taken the first thirty minutes there to get through over half of the essay. So far, so good. He wasn't falling asleep, and the quality of his essay was as good as ever, now he just had to hope there were no interruptions so he could keep this up.
Sorry Zaizen, there was no hope in hell for peace and quiet as Kirihara Akaya strode through the doors of the library. And proceeded to trip over an unstacked cart of books on his way. Oops. Not really thinking (or caring), Akaya let out a yelp along the way, as he caught himself and the cart and put them right side up again. Honest! He had good balance-- he just didn't... pay attention.
At least, for the library's sake, he had the balls to look a bit sheepish as he strode further into the inner-sanctum of bookery. Not that he thought anyone was there, even the nerds were in class right now, and humans had that dumb curfew. In which he snickered to himself, thinking he was utterly alone.
That was definitely his first mistake, of course.
It really was his mistake, as Zaizen felt his eye twitch for a moment as he scribbled the next line of his conclusion. The crash had been one thing, he knew some people just failed with balance and the like. He'd never seen someone be that bad at walking though, mind you, at least until he peeked around the edge of the book shelf. Of course, Kirihara started snickering then, almost as if it was amusing that he was disturbing peace in the library of all places. With a blank face, Zaizen pushed his bookmark into his book and quietly stood up.
A punishment was in order, right? So with that in mind he hit Kirihara over the head with the book. It wouldn't do permanent damage, but would be enough that the other boy would know he was annoyed. "This is a quiet zone." He told him simply. He wasn't lying about that, after all.
It didn't matter if Zaizen wasn't supposed to be there, he was trying to do his work, which was more than he could say for the other person in this section.
As the book whapped him over the head, he let out a loud yelp and turned to growl at the source of his new-found headache. What he found there was Zaizen looking grumpy, and in turn made Akaya grumpy. Doubly so, even. He reached up to rub the back of his head as his lips turned into a scowl.
"What the hell'd you do that for?" The vampire demanded, voice rather low. In fact, he grabbed the book from Zaizen with a quick 'gimme that!' and swatted at his shoulder none too softly. Then proceeded to grumble under his own breath and sulk.
And well, that made Zaizen frown as well. Considering his shoulder had been hit in return. Damn, plan had backfired. "You were being loud." He shrugged, rubbing his shoulder as he reached out with his other hand to grab his book back. "And I need that for my paper." He gave the book a sharp tug, lips twitching into a smirk when he'd managed to grab it back. Aha! There. Much better.
"Aren't you supposed to be elsewhere, anyway?" As far as he knew, this area was supposed to be empty at night, of course the silly boy was unaware of why that was. As it was though, Zaizen still had music pumping into one ear, otherwise he might have looked a lot more grumpy than he was. It was slightly relaxing, hearing the soft melody of a guitar and the beat of drums. He was probably lucky he was allowed to bring it with him, even if the teachers didn't really like him listening to music in the middle of class. He couldn't help it if their work was easy, could he?
He was loud? Ah well. Not like he cared since he thought he was alone. Of course, when the book was yanked out of his hand, Akaya had the distinct pleasure of being bookless again. He didn't like the things with letters in them, okay?!
"Nerd." Akaya remarked snidely as he flopped into a seat at the table nearest Zaizen's work. He quickly propped his feet on top of it, and nudged a stack of books away as he reclined back. "I got bored, so I came here. Least likely to find me, y'know. What are you doing breaking curfew?"
Hey, it was a fair question, he thought! Right? Right. They were both breaking rules. Heh. Go them.
Yes, yes he was loud! Just for the pure bitchiness of it all, Zaizen decided to do something about it, rather than just stand there and frown. Especially at the sort of insult Kirihara tacked on there. He pressed his hand to the table and hooked his foot behind the leg of the chair the other had taken ----- and tugged hard. The thud that followed only made him smirk though, if only because this time he had to realise he was being a pain.
"Not like it's really your business, but my room mate was working and distracting me from my own work." He leaned on the table then, pressing both hands against it as his backside propped on the edge. "So at least I have a reason to be breaking the rules." Normally he wouldn't do it, but considering his essay was due tomorrow... well. It kind of was a necessity, right? Right. Maybe.
Though the guy who'd bitched about it on his journal probably didn't agree with that. Ah well, can't be helped now.
Akaya unceremoniously thudded to the ground in not only a loud yelp, but a loud crack as the wood hit the floor. It resounded through the shelves, and the only thing he'd been able to do was wave his arms frantically in the air as though he were trying to fly and to keep himself upright. Needless to say, he looked like a very panicked teen until he winced.
Then again, he also sprang to his feet once again with a growl, fists balled at his sides. He was so close to decking Zaizen, it wasn't even funny!
"One of these days, damnit! I'm gonna break your fucking music." He grumbled dangerously, eyeing the other kid's pocket. Or, at least that's where he assumed Zaizen's iPod was, anyway. A moment later, he was grabbing his shirt collar in a tight grip and glaring right into the other teen's green eyes. "So keep it up."
It probably didn't help that a tiny laugh had slipped out at the image of Kirihara flailing around, did it? Especially at the panicked look on his face. That completely changed when his music player was threatened though, enough to make him actually narrow his own eyes a little, just enough so it wasn't too noticable unless you knew him really well. "And you'll pay for a new one," was the simple reply to that.
When his shirt was grabbed though, he just tilted his head back a little and moved his hand to try and pry the other boy's hand off him. "That or I'll have to do something to make it equal damage."
At least he looked calm? Honestly, the threat sounded kind of painful for someone like him, if only because lasting a day without his iPod was kind of... horrifying. Most people were intolerable, at least with music half blocking them out he could sort of tolerate them.
The mention of equal damage only made Akaya think of his gaming systems. He didn't-- and wouldn't --leave home without them. The fighting games he had only made him able to focus whatever aggression he had on the game, rather than the people around him. Zaizen probably knew that, though. But it wasn't like he'd get into Akaya's room without him being there.
"Heh. Just try it." The idiot goaded the other teen, his lips contorting into a smirk. Though for the sake of it, he let his grip go on Zaizen's shirt go and pulled away from him before he did something even more dumb.
Clasping his hands behinds his back, the idiot vampire teen adopted a cocky smile and looked off out of the window nearest them. "Then again, you might deflate and die or something without it. Huh nerdy boy?"
"Are you sure you want to say that?" Zaizen smoothed his collar down and brushed it off as if it had gotten dirty as well as creased. Besides, the look of horror on Kirihara's face if he did manage to do such a thing would be ...actually, no, because he probably would get a punch to the face then. As amusing seeing Kirihara distressed as it was, he valued his face as it was, thank you.
"I don't get why you're calling me nerdy though, just because I can do my work without having to think about it that much." He paused, "unlike some." He actually shifted to sit on the table then, considering it didn't seem like he was going to get his paper done just yet. Not with the new distraction he had. Luckily he could just finish it off when he woke up if needed. Or hell, even in class would work too.
"Though I'm pretty sure you'll spontaneously combust if you're left without a console, won't you?" There was the proof that he did, indeed, know what his necessity for survival was too.
"Cause you're smart. Duh." Actually, the vampire teen pinned Zaizen with a very 'duh' expression as he turned to plop down beside his friend. How the hell they ever got along, he wasn't sure. He didn't think Zaizen knew either. What, with how much they acted like enemies and what not. But it was there, and they... got along. "When the hell'd you get here, anyway? I didn't know you went to school here!"
Damn damn double damn. Akaya pouted when his own weakness was talked about, though. He nudged the other boy, as if to say 'dare do it, and I will break your iPod.' Nevermind answering it, though. It was just as stupid of a question as Zaizen not having his music. They'd both likely be homicidal. Well, more Akaya then Zaizen, of course.
"That doesn't make me nerdy, it makes me smart. Idiot." Well, he got a 'duh' expression in return for that. "The nerdy ones are the ones who have to work to be smart." He leaned forward to rest his elbow on his leg, and in turn lean his chin on his hand. "I've been here a week or two already. You're slow." He'd read things here or there, but honestly he hadn't used the journals that much - he had his own blog to update. The school system one came second.
He probably wouldn't ever really break it, though fucking with his friend's head could be fun. He was pretty sure he wouldn't know the fundamentals past 'this plugs into this' and so on. He'd only stoop that low if he had a reason though. Like if his iPod really did get broken. So far, they were at a stalemate with that. "How long have you been here anyway?"
"Yeah, well. Same damn difference to those of us who don't dig our noses into a book without pictures." Oh wait. Crap. He slammed himself there... ack! ...Aww man. Akaya was not so bright tonight.
"Since the 4th or something. Too long, in my opinion." Akaya grumbled, more to himself than anything as he leaned back instead of forward. Actually, he leaned back so far he was laying against the table instead of propping himself up on it. In fact, he even stare up at the ceiling and was somewhat amazed at just how high the book shelves in the library went. It reminded him of the one at home with his parents prized collection. That was a room he'd never liked to step into for more than one reason.
"And not slow, I just don't do that journal thingy you like." He defended, pouting.
"Obviously," his voice was pretty dry and sarcastic when he said that though, glancing at him out of the corner of his eyes when he moved to flop back. Typical. He better have not knocked his paper off the table when that move though.
"It could be worse though." Honestly, while school was boring, there were far worse places to be than this. Like his last school. In fact, if all they were going to do was sit there and talk, Zaizen decided he was going to get that paper done and out of the way at the same time. He already knew what he was going to write. Only when he turned around... it seemed that his friend had flopped on his paper. He picked up his pen and gave Kirihara a poke in the side. "Move. You're sat on my paper."
Really, it was getting late now so it wasn't like they could go anywhere. Zaizen had already broken his curfew, so he really couldn't leave now anyway.
"Yeah where you co- ack!" Once again, Akaya growled at his friend and twisted away from the object poking his side. In a semi-ticklish spot that he couldn't help feeling both the need to laugh and growl. Whatever that mix was, he did not want it!
So, he glared and moved off the dumb paper his braniac friend was writing. In retaliation, he also lashed his foot out and kicked the other teen in the hip. It, at least, wasn't a hard kick. Just something subtle to retaliate the brutality of the damnedable pen. Though then, he also sat up so he wasn't prone to any more attacks like that. His parents didn't teach him to be on his guard most of the time for nothing. Then again, it... tended to be let down a lot around Zaizen anyway. The kid was a human, and didn't know anything about him being different.
"Yeah, well I was home schooled. This is hell for me." Because at home he got bribes, here he just... had to work. And attend classes. And be with people he barely knew. And be on his best behavior. It was HELL.
After pulling the paper out, Zaizen smoothed it out on the table and took a place on his seat again. "Where I what?" he asked it pretty blankly, though he was obviously telling him to dare say something insulting. The kick had caught him off guard though, making a soft 'ooph' slip out and a glare to be sent in his friend's way. He'd had an excuse!
Honestly, though? Zaizen was likely to still act the same with him even if he did know. If only because it was the only way their friendship seemed to fuction, that is, with the abuse included. Alas, if it was to be so, it was so and all.
"Uh huh, maybe you should stop being such a brat then." Nevermind that was coming from him of all people. They were both probably over spoilt, even if Zaizen's parents weren't all that rich. He just had a brother to mooch off as well. He glanced over at him, giving him a slight smirk. "Can you even do that though?"
So did Akaya! It was retaliation, baby. That's just as good of an excuse as needing to make him roll over for the paper. Right? Right.
"Pft. You've never seen me at-" Shit, what did he call vampire functions? Gatherings for the rich and psycho? Seemed about it, to him. All of them wanted to bump elbows, and Akaya thought it was dumb, but whatever. Maybe one day if he ever aged passed the age of 14 in his mind, he'd see the importance. Or not. Who knew? "Family gatherings. You'd crap your pants."
Which was to say, the most mature Akaya ever got was at a vampire gathering, where he did a complete 180 from whatever brattiness Zaizen saw. He had to have manners to make his mom look good. He actually cared about her and all.
Standing, he gave the other teen a bit of a taste, just to see if he'd 'wow' Zaizen at all. His face became a nice, pleasant expression-- even his eyes were clear -- and bowed a nice, proper bow. "It's very nice to make your acquaintance, Zaizen-kun. Good luck on your-" This part, he cringed a little. "paper."
Unfortunately for him though, that whole 'act' was met with a complete deadpan expression. "Nevermind, you look even more stupid that way." Oops. It probably was better for everyone else, but really it kind of creeped him out. Nevermind that he'd told him to stop being such a brat --- he never meant with him. He had to suppress a shudder at the obviously fake display and actually finished his paper off while talking to the other. He folded it up, and shoved it in his bag that he'd kept under the table.
He leaned back in his seat then and gave Kirihara a faint smirk, even if he expected another hit for that insult. It would be worth it... sort of... Okay, really it wouldn't, but it couldn't be helped. If his friend decided that was the appropriate form of retaliation, then he'd just have to deal.
"People actually buy that?" Saying that, he was probably thinking that because he knew what the guy was really like.
Actually, Akaya didn't give a damn. He knew the fake display was more formality and blah blah blah. So, he just stuck his tongue out at Zaizen and hopped back onto the table like the bratty vampire he was. Well, bratty vampire in a stuffy uniform in desperate need to slaughter some fake monsters.
"Pft. In gatherings everyone's like that, or trying to get at everyone's throats." Well, more than one way... heh. He smirked at that.
Reaching out, he flicked Zaizen's arm and adopted an impish gleam to his eyes. "S'now that you've got the boring crap overwith, what are you gonna do now?" Hopefully keep him company, but he wasn't going to say that. Akaya wasn't needy, and he'd... figure something out to pass the time before he had to go back to class or his dorm.
Oh, good. It might be a little worrying if he did care about something silly like that. He moved to put his feet on the table then and leaned back on his chair, offering a shrug. "Never been to one." He didn't plan to either, thank you very much. That sounded kind of exhausting, if anything. Acting the part so a group of people he wouldn't care about would find him attentive and formal. Ew.
"I haven't thought about it yet," he admitted. "I'll need to sleep at some point though." That was, if his weirdo room mate didn't keep him up with all the lights on.
The only problem was that while he was still young, he'd be horribly grumpy if he hadn't had enough sleep. Zaizen Hikaru never had been a morning person to begin with, add lack of sleep to that and well... everyone would be doomed.
"Lucky you." Akaya grumbled softly and once again resumed his position of flopping back against the table, elbows propping him up. He used it kinda like a half bed, his legs dangling over the edge. Nevermind that a rhyme his dad had told him started running through his head; tables are made for glasses, not asses. It just made him want to stay on top of the table all the more.
"The world'd blow up if you didn't sleep, Zaizen." He snickered softly. "You'd probably unleash some like, mindfuck and brains would explode in unison or something." Not really. His imagination was running wild on him, if anything. Akaya was bored. Chitchatting wasn't doing much of anything to help that, either. Well, okay maybe it was.
"I know," there was something a tad smug about that, because Zaizen wouldn't wish a family gathering on anyone. Even his baka of a friend. He rolled his eyes and rocked on his chair a bit, in fact, considering it was only them there he pulled his arms up to prop them behind his head, relaxing a bit. "No one would know what hit them."
Trust him to come up with something utterly gory for an image though, if Zaizen was any less of a boy who would have cringed at the image, instead he just gave a soft snort at it. Talking wasn't doing too much for keeping him awake either though, so he tried to think of something else they could do. "When are you planning on heading back to where ever you're supposed to be?" He didn't actually believe that the night class had class at night, so...
The teenaged vampire snickered softly at his friend. If he could wish powers onto anyone, Akaya would pay whatever he had to, just to see what Zaizen could do with what his kind was given. Then again, knowing the human, he'd probably be just as dull when it came to using them.
Screwing up his expression, he thought of what time it was and when classes would be out. The dumb things usually lasted until somewhere in the middle of the night. It made Akaya scowl and shrink into the collar of his uniform. Uhg. When he answered, his voice was sulky. "Too late to keep you up. I can walk you back if you want?"
Well that would depend on if he'd get caught. And what the punishment would be. He didn't really fancy going to jail or anything, as it was. With a quiet sigh he let his chair drop forward again, using all four legs rather than just two. He did actually look slightly amused at the expression on his face though, great concentration face there, Bakaya.
"If it's easier," his voice sounded bored though when he finally replied, thinking it over for a few minutes first. "And I suppose it'll keep you out of trouble for a little longer." Though that was kind of ironic in more than one way. First because they were both going to be in trouble if caught, and secondly because Zaizen was technically the one putting himself in harms way without realising it. Or well, the possibility was at least there.
Breaking curfew was really Akaya's reason to escort Zaizen back, else he might just head back to his own dorm by now and blow steam on one of his games. Actually, that sounded like a damn good idea! But assisting Zaizen back was his way of giving himself an alibi as well as protecting his friend from the danger that lurked. Then maybe, in a bout of chivalry, he'd probably blame Zaizen being out on himself and viola.
Though probably not the later part, no. Unless they were caught and he spoke first, which wasn't very likely.
Akaya shifted to stand, though he rubbed his butt because ow. That table really wasn't meant for sitting on, and his ass was boney. Which made his over expressive self frown. "C'mon then. Guess I'll play protector for a night. Heh." He stuck his tongue out at Zaizen.
No, he probably wouldn't be able to think that fast would he? Besides, Zaizen should be perfectly allowed to go use the library if he damn well needed to. That or he'd just have to tell his teacher that he couldn't get his paper done in time because someone stopped him from doing it. Probably not the best of ideas, though why lie about it when it was the obvious truth?
Of course, that thought was stopped by his friend's comment - something which made him cast a look that was half annoyed and half deadpan expression because what? "I'm not a damsel in distress." He grabbed his bag off the floor, curled his fingers around the edge of his book in it, and smacked it into Kirihara's head again. "Idiot."
And Kirihara Akaya never saw it coming. Ho ho!
...Though he probably should have, really. The book smacked him square in the back of the head, to which he turned an evil little growl at Zaizen and... well. He tackled the other teen like a lion pouncing on prey. Which was probably a bad thing, because it'd... sorta be like that. But damnit, Zaizen quit hitting him!
"Damnit Zaizen, quit hitting me!" With a book. He didn't mind if it was anything else, but the book didn't feel as-- he was going to stop that thought right there. Yes he was.
Okay, ow. That had hurt, especially when his own head smacked into the floor - the only place for him to fall. "Then quit being a moron." He dropped his bag to the side and reached behind his head to rub at the probably bruised skin. That really did smart, thanks Kirihara. It would probably be a nice lump by the morning too, something he wasn't really all that pleased about. At least he wasn't retaliating again though? He was more concerned about concussion than anything else.
And how this was really uncomfortable, so yeah, okay, he was retaliating by trying to push him off now. "Move." It really didn't help that Kirihara was all skin and bones either, because seriously? Ow. In fact, while he pushed at him he tried to wiggle so that there wasn't something digging into him.
Ow indeed! Akaya heard that thunk and cringed. But damnit, it served Zaizen right for whapping him over the head all the time. He just got all his lumps back in one, heh. Which was something that satisfied him greatly, being the bratty teen he was. In fact, he actually laughed at Zaizen's expense.
"Aww, poor baby got a boo boo?" He grinned and teased. Then, he actually had the audacity to use the teen under him as a pillow. Or, at least until he was shoved, anyway. In which he was too damn amused to not laugh. "Hey, you're actually kinda comfy."
Yes, well, most of the time he'd deserved it. It couldn't be helped, so Kirihara was probably going to have to get used to that. He scowled at the laugh and the teasing though and tried to hit his friend upside the head again - without hitting himself at the same time off course.
"That doesn't mean you can use me as a pillow." See that, Kirihara? Zaizen's expression just darkened because he was displeased. In fact, he almost cuffed him around the side of the head, rather than the back. Instead, he settled for pushing him again, scowl firmly in place now. Really he should learn to not dish it out if he wasn't willing to get some form of retaliation back.
Oh, he didn't mind getting it in return, but with a book? Hell no. He didn't like books in the first place, and liked them least when they were smacking him. Zaizen wasn't some nun or something to be chiding him for being a bad kid. Akaya already knew he was a bad kid, and liked it thanks.
And he wasn't intimidated by Zaizen. Even if he did flush up a little because i-it was kind of hot seeing Zaizen look so evil. spoehioweh!
Quickly, the teen vampire got up and offered his hand, kinda letting Zaizen think that he was scared of retaliation. Or something odd like that. "What else'd I use your for if I'm laying on you?"
...That didn't make matters any better. Damn it!
Well books were nice and solid, and it wouldn't hurt his hand like hitting him properly would do. Though he was going to hit him if it was something the idiot had said to or about him, wasn't he? He might have had parents that tried to raise him properly, but he was rather of the opinion 'if you want something doing, do it yourself'. In otherwords, if you want to some bratty kid to shut up, you hit them. That made sense, riiight?
He did take the offered hand though to pull himself out, and sent him another straight-laced look for that. Don't even go there, Kirihara. Don'- "Sorry, you're not my type." It slipped out in a second, a quick quip that would hopefully shut his friend up and make him refrain from trying that again. If it actually clicked to him anyway. He was more than aware how slow he could be sometimes.
When he picked up his bag again this time though, he just slung it over his shoulder so they would be okay go to.
Unfortunately it did click fast this time. Mostly because it was er... well. Zaizen was blunt and Akaya was bad at covering up for stuff. So, he laughed nervously and put his best 'wtf you talkin' bout Zaizen?' expression forward. Not that it covered for his sudden air of discomfort. Of course not, that would make things too easy~.
Shoving his hands in his packets he started toward the door of the library, only to trip on that same cart of books that needed putting away. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention or was made of total fail. Who knew, because oh, what the hell?!
"God damnit, that thing's gonna kill me!" Only not. He snarled at it, like it would jump out of the way when he looked back at it.
Poor boy, that air of discomfort and slight bristliness really did nothing to help him. Zaizen just let his lips twitch slightly, as if he was going to smirk, before he started walking. Of course, that led to Kirihara's fateful encounter with the cart of books: part 2. An exasperated look flashed across his face when he turned to look at him, but he wiped it away after a quick moment.
"I think you're more likely to break it, than it kill you." He gripped the handle of his bag and pushed the door open. Hopefully they wouldn't get caught on the way back, as Zaizen really didn't want to spend an hour or whatever being lectured to by anyone. He didn't stop to make sure he was actually alright though, just let the door start to shut behind him as he headed for the exit.
He waited until the other was near again before he carried on speaking. "Makes me wonder how you plan on 'protecting' me, if you can't even protect yourself from a cart of books."
Akaya huffed quietly until he could right himself again and make sure the books weren't all over the damn place. When he did, he exited the library, kind of thankful to be out of a place that intimidated him. The only books he ever really liked to read were comic books and manga. But those were more or less pictures with caption.
"Yeah, well. It shouldn't be there where people can, y'know. Bump into or trip over it." Stupid librarians. Actually, he grumbled the stupid librarians part under his breath in a sulky voice as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his uniform pants. Though he had to ponder how he was going to protect Zaizen without letting on about his er... race. If anything (probably doubtful) should happen on their way to the human dorm.
In which Akaya raised his hand to scratch the back of his neck, fingers going through his curls. "Er... I got my ways and stuff. Don't worry about it." He finished off with a nice 'hehe' and grinned at his friend.
They were more like childrens books, in a sense. At least according to him. Easy on the mind - probably something that Kirihara could only just get through. Of course, it was quite lucky they weren't talking about it, it might seem a little cruel to compare the boy with a five year old. Not like that ever stopped Zaizen before.
"Most people look where they're going," Zaizen offered. "Or are at least more intuitive to their surroundings." Which yet again made him question why the hell his friend seemed to think he could actually do anything in the way of protection. In Zaizen's opinion, it looked like he'd trip up over his own feet or get himself killed instead.
Which only really left that solution, didn't it? "By offering yourself up as bait? I can live with that." Though really, how likely was it that it would come to that? The campus was mostly sealed in with gates - as much as Zaizen had seen anyway. They could at least hope.
The question was, how could he have been more intuitive to his surroundings, when he was trying to look as though he wasn't blushing or... stuff like that. Because while Akaya didn't like his friend like that, he still couldn't deny the fact that he was-- er --pretty hot when he looked evil. And all. Damn it all to hell!
"Hey, I've taken lessons! I could beat the snot out of whatever it was that attacked us. If something attacked us." Akaya puffed his chest out to look a bit macho, because he could sometimes best his dad. That, though, he had the sneaking suspicion was to keep him even interested in training. The thrill of beating someone usually did spark the desire to try besting them again and all. "What could you do? Give it a tongue lashing?"
Oh but he already sort of saw the awkwardness there. Zaizen might not have hyper senses or whatever, but he was a genius. Even the little things stood out to him. Which is precisely why he stopped when they got to the courtyard area and turned to look at him. "Sure you could." Zaizen still wasn't convinced, mind you. If only because of his friend's pathetic nature so far.
That phrasing made him pause though, and he stared at Kirihara blankly for a moment. "I don't think I'd want to." Well, if he actually understood that, way to go him. If not, well. It could easily be taken as he wouldn't want to be stupid and attack something with words. "Besides, I planned on using you as bait while running in the other direction. Better you than me, and all." He didn't... really know that wouldn't work though.
Honestly, no he hadn't understood what Zaizen meant. He wasn't a pervert like the other teen seemed to be. Akaya just chalked it up to figuring that Zaizen didn't want to attack something with words, like he'd implied in the first place. Though... it really didn't explain the blank stare. That, he didn't get at all.
Akaya opened his mouth to say 'figures', only for it to go slack with his friends next comment. Better you than me?! His eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Some friend Zaizen was! There he was, raised properly and would actually defend him, and Zaizen'd leave him to be eaten. What if he was human, and that happened?
"You're evil." He grumbled, for once not freaking out and being loud. Probably because he didn't want to get caught any more than the other teen did.
Well he wasn't exactly a pervert, he had no intention of actually... doing any of that kind of thing, but it wasn't hard to hint at it when his friend was saying such obscure things. He couldn't help it, it kind of just... slipped out. Sort of. Maybe.
Ah, it was all a show, no need to worry Kirihara. He couldn't let him think he actually cared. That'd be weird. Though in all honesty, he might be a little more protective if their situation was the other way around. He just knew he kind of would be helpless in a bad situation - unless a whack around the head with a bookbag would actually do the trick against an attacker. In that case though, he doubted it would, unless it was some girl screaming about something or other.
That didn't seem at all likely.
"It can't be helped," he said back, voice nice and flat. It couldn't though, if Kirihara couldn't see between the lines, then he couldn't.
Akaya kept quiet, still sulking over Zaizen throwing him to the proverbial wolves. So, it was an odd rest of the walk to the human dorms as he kept looking at the snow on the ground. There were tracks all over the place, thankfully, so it's not like they'd get found out through fresh foot steps. Though, not like... people would likely look for fresh foot steps, anyway. Unless they had some weirdo security guys running around like hounds sniffing for blood.
...In which case, it made Akaya look around a little cautiously. Just in case. Because he was stupidly superstitious like that. Which he was happy to see there was no one around but them. It let his breathing return to normal, even though that was kind of... a mistake. The closer they got to the dorm, the more he could smell humans and their lingering scent. Having known Zaizen for years now, he was used to the boy's rather delicious scent, so it didn't make it hard for him to ignore. But he hated going near the human dorm. It was, frankly, uncomfortable. Thus, the sudden fidgeting.
He needed a distraction.
Zaizen shoved his own hands into his pockets after a while and buried into his uniform, luckily it wasn't far from the library though, otherwise he'd be even more annoyed about not bringing more warm clothing for this time of night. The fidgeting though, Zaizen brushed it off as just Kirihara being weird again or something. That or impatient of getting back to his games console. "You can see I'm back now." He nodded towards the door. "No need to protect me now, right?" He looked at him with slight amusement, because his friend's bravado from earlier really was not needed.
Ah well.
"Unless you plan on walking me to my room," he added dryly, pointing out that was kind of silly. He didn't even know about the problems with the smells the building held though.
Or that, really. He laughed a little nervously and looked from Zaizen to the dorm from his former gaze at his feet. Funny how he knew it was there before he could see it. Then, amusingly enough, the vampire teen waved his hands in the air frantically. "N-no that's okay. You're good now~ Don't need to save ya if you're already inside and stuff."
To finish his tease, the idiot stuck his tongue out just before he turned to start trotting off in the direction of that path. He'd actually forced himself to remember the path in order to not get lost. And so far, it'd helped him get outside the school a handful of times already, too. Oh, what a bad boy he was. His parents would be ashamed, mwahaha.
Okay, that weird frantic flaily movement was kind of creeping him out. Zaizen knew Kirihara was pretty much a spaz, but that was a little too much. He reached a hand up to adjust his ear bud, and just... stared for a moment as the other started to walk off. Weird.
Not like he thought on that for too long though, instead he reached for the door handle and moved to step inside. Quietly, under his breath, he muttered "don't need saving" though. Especially not from his failtastic friend.