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This short story tells how the two characters Arashi and Chou first met. Arashi Kurogawa belong to me (greensan ) and Chouseki Houston belongs to chibikanakonyu.
(Idiotic sensei... More of that please... I can't believe he... Don't... Football last night... How do... I wanna... Can't they understand... Ugly bird.... Can't...)
“Shut up... Just shut up all of you...” His head is pounding from all the thoughts echoing inside of him, the sounds drowning his own mind. Chest is heavy, feet feel like they weight a ton and the sun is just shining, shining. Arashi staggers, and braces himself on a the facade of the swim hall so he won't fall over.
There's no control, no suppressing the voices pouring into him through some hole as he can't find it inside. Turning around, he leans his back heavily on the warm wall, trying to focus on something else. The birds singing, the sound of the water inside the house coming through the open door, anything. But it just won't stop, it never does. Instead, he feels himself drowning in the noises, as he slides down the wall and all but collapses over his own knees.
“... u okay? Hello?”
Waves... Softly coming in to the shore, breaking into millions of drops. Retreating before returning, over and over again...
His eyelids flutters open and he find himself looking straight at a half naked boy about his age. A boy with wet hair to his waist and water dripping from his body, with clear blue eyes looking at Arashi with concern. And it's his thoughts that sounds like the sea.
“Hey, how are you feeling?”
“... Thirsty...” The words is raspy over his dry lips, his gray eyes looking distant as he becomes mesmerized by the calming sound of those waves. And as the boy stands up, he feels panic well up.
“Wait here, I'll get som-”
“Don't leave.” He's panting from the heat and the voices in his head, it feels like he'll fall over again if this calm disappears. So he grips hard at the boy's wrist, holding him back. Their skin contrasts against each other, naturally tanned skin upon pale, he notices as he licks his lips, dying for some water. But the calm is more important.
“... Okay.” As the boy sits down next to him, back leaning against the warm wall, he releases the wrist and leans his forehead on his arms instead, which leans against his knees. Still panting a little, he glances at the boy who's brown hair is starting to dry in the sun.
“What's your name...?”
“Chouseki Houston. You?” The boy, Chouseki, looks at him with a mild curiosity in his eyes, even if his forehead is still a little wrinkled by worry. It's a pleasant change for him to experience, so the dark skinned boy smiles a little as he answers.
“... Arashi Kurogawa.”
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Ari, this is also your prize for guessing right on the potato 8D
(Idiotic sensei... More of that please... I can't believe he... Don't... Football last night... How do... I wanna... Can't they understand... Ugly bird.... Can't...)
“Shut up... Just shut up all of you...” His head is pounding from all the thoughts echoing inside of him, the sounds drowning his own mind. Chest is heavy, feet feel like they weight a ton and the sun is just shining, shining. Arashi staggers, and braces himself on a the facade of the swim hall so he won't fall over.
There's no control, no suppressing the voices pouring into him through some hole as he can't find it inside. Turning around, he leans his back heavily on the warm wall, trying to focus on something else. The birds singing, the sound of the water inside the house coming through the open door, anything. But it just won't stop, it never does. Instead, he feels himself drowning in the noises, as he slides down the wall and all but collapses over his own knees.
“... u okay? Hello?”
Waves... Softly coming in to the shore, breaking into millions of drops. Retreating before returning, over and over again...
His eyelids flutters open and he find himself looking straight at a half naked boy about his age. A boy with wet hair to his waist and water dripping from his body, with clear blue eyes looking at Arashi with concern. And it's his thoughts that sounds like the sea.
“Hey, how are you feeling?”
“... Thirsty...” The words is raspy over his dry lips, his gray eyes looking distant as he becomes mesmerized by the calming sound of those waves. And as the boy stands up, he feels panic well up.
“Wait here, I'll get som-”
“Don't leave.” He's panting from the heat and the voices in his head, it feels like he'll fall over again if this calm disappears. So he grips hard at the boy's wrist, holding him back. Their skin contrasts against each other, naturally tanned skin upon pale, he notices as he licks his lips, dying for some water. But the calm is more important.
“... Okay.” As the boy sits down next to him, back leaning against the warm wall, he releases the wrist and leans his forehead on his arms instead, which leans against his knees. Still panting a little, he glances at the boy who's brown hair is starting to dry in the sun.
“What's your name...?”
“Chouseki Houston. You?” The boy, Chouseki, looks at him with a mild curiosity in his eyes, even if his forehead is still a little wrinkled by worry. It's a pleasant change for him to experience, so the dark skinned boy smiles a little as he answers.
“... Arashi Kurogawa.”
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Ari, this is also your prize for guessing right on the potato 8D