RP Log: Gakuto & Chitose
Rating: PG
Summary: The two Slytherin practice for "Naked Day". Bad, bad things happen because Gakuto's wand is broken.
Gakuto flailed his arms in the air with an ear-deafening screech as he tittered from side-to-side on Chitose's shoulders.
"Chitose! Stop it! How are we supposed to make the Tower of Naked if you keep on shaking?!" Quite deliberately, the five-foot- two-inches of brat knocked the six-foot-three-inches of horniness across the head with his foot. That, however, wasn't such a wise move.
Already on the verge of toppling over, due to Chitose's lack of balance (or group cooperation), Gakuto slipped as he kicked the other boy on the side of the head and went falling backwards, screaming like a girl as gravity pulled him down and smashed him on the floor with a loud *thud*.
To prepare for the upcoming said NAKED DAY, the duo of silly Slytherins had agreed to combine their evil powers and create the to-be-feared Tower of Naked. Fear, however, was the last thing to clutch the hearts of the other Slytherins as they passed by the Common Room and stopped to watch the pair attempt to find some sort of center of balance before falling over like the tower of Pizza.
"Argh! Chitose~!" Gakuto rubbed his bruised butt and shot the taller boy an angry look. They had been trying at this for more than an hour and hadn't gotten so far as wobbling for a few seconds and then collapsing. It was vexing. "Didn't you take gymnastics as a kid?"
“Ow…” Chitose frowned a little as he reached up to rub the side of his head where the little bratty redhead had kicked him. They had been at this for an hour or more and had failed to accomplish anything. “Do I look like I’m a gymnast to you?” Male gymnasts were short with big broad shoulder and arms as thick as their thighs. Chitose was too lean and tall to be swinging around bars and doing flips. It was amazing enough how he could walk around without lumbering like a jolly giant. The tall Slytherin had his own finesse and he walked at his own leisured pace as though he owned time rather than being a slave to it.
Reaching over, the 6th year grabbed Gakuto’s hand and helped the little boy up. “And it’d be a lot easier to make your tower if you quit squirming around on top. Did you eat a bowl of sugar today or something?” Gakuto was almost bouncing around and the exuberance was almost too much for Chitose to handle. He was too laid back to be bouncing around like the 4th year.
Still clothed, Chitose kneeled and waited for the redhead to climb back on. God knows why he was doing this because it was crazy. The tall Dutch boy had nothing to be ashamed of but it was kind of bizarre to be running around the hallways naked with a little 4th year on his shoulders. It was probably boredom that had persuaded him to go along with this insane idea and he was beginning to wonder if he had been high or something when he had agreed to it.
Gakuto pouted his blowfish pout and accepted the hand that was proffered. “It isn’t just my Tower of Naked. It’s yours too.” Ignoring the older boy’s rough grunts, he fisted his hands in Chitose’s chaotic hair, and, with the help of his man-made handles, clambered onto the 6th year’s shoulders.
“It’s our Tower of Naked, right?” The red-head looked down and smirked.
"Yes, it's our tower…but it was your idea and I just went along with it," Chitose laughed and grimaced as Gakuto grabbed fistfuls of his dark hair. "Watch it. Don't tug so hard... Ow, dammit, Gakuto. If you keep this up you're going to have to be the bottom part of the tower," the Dutch boy warned as he stood up shakily, reaching up to hold the redhead's ankles to balance the small boy. It felt like he had joined a Chinese acrobatic troupe. "Got your wand ready? And don't wave it around like a maniac this time. You almost poked my eye out." They might lose points for this little stunt, but at least they'd have a couple of laughs over it.
“I wouldn’t be waving it around like a “maniac” if you walked properly!” The so-called wand that they spoke of was a Maple Mahogany one, a pretty thing, just above a foot long to comfortably fit inside Gakuto’s small hand. Too bad it had broken in half when a misplaced step (or was it a shove?) sent the 4th year tumbling down the staircase and onto his side, successfully snapping the twig apart.
The red-head had adequately solved the problem by taping the broken wand together. Tape, however, is an unreliable thing, and tends to come apart when one is attempting to do a danger some stunt… like the Tower of Naked. But Gakuto, being the thick-headed fourteen-year-old that he was, didn’t notice when the tape around his wand began to peel off and continued on with his antics.
“Whoa~…” Arms spread out for balance, Gakuto steadied himself as Chitose rose to a standing position. As soon as they stopped wobbling, the red-head sucked in a deep breath and lowered his arms. "We’re standing…?” And to his amazement, “We aren’t falling either!” He let out a gleeful yip and thrust his fist into the air, nearly sending them over again. “Hah! Take that, Slytherins, who didn’t think the Tower of Naked was possible!”
Very pleased with their progress, Gakuto gave Chitose a ‘good-job’ pat on the head and whipped out his bandaged wand. He failed to notice that the tape had slipped free or that his wand hung by a single splinter and dangled like a broken limb pointing downwards.
“Now, for the main event...” The red-head sneered at a certain black-furred, red-eyed Persian kitty, who hissed back from its spot on the floor. Gakuto had wrangled Klauen out of its cage a little over an hour ago when Akaya had left to do the things that Kiriharas did-pig out on chocolate, probably-and had tied the feline to one of the armchairs littering the Common Room. Klauen had proved itself worthy of its name by dragging its claws down the boy’s arms and leaving parallel red marks in its wake. Gakuto could still feel the scabs stretching his skin.
“Playtime’s over kitty cat.” Gakuto put his hand son his hips and cast a shrinking spell.
Chitose lifted his head to watch the redhead zap the cat and got a nice view up the boy’s shorts too, but failed to mention it aloud for Gakuto to know. “Hey… wait-,” his eyes caught the broken wand started but it was already too late. The 4th year gave his broken wand a wave and sparks shot out of the broken splints of wood. The spell misdirected and instead of hitting Akaya’s spoiled cat, the hex shot down and zapped the tall Dutch boy instead. “Wha…”
And all of a sudden, Gakuto was too heavy to carry and the two toppled over into an ungraceful heap. “Ow!” Seemed like word of the day from the number of times Chitose had said it. Sitting up, he rubbed his head and pushed the redhead off him. “God, how did you gain weight all of a sudden?” Groaning a little, Chitose got back up. “That’s enough for today I think. I give up. No more naked tower. Why don’t you find Oshitari? Maybe you two’ll be more coordinated… What the hell?” Standing there, Chitose tugged at his clothes and found them drooping over his hands and he almost tripped over his long pant legs when he stepped.
The 6th year Slytherin frowned in confusion and tugged up his sleeves that seemed to have stretched a whole foot longer. “Gakuto… what did you do?” Turning to the redhead, his eyes widened when he realized that they were exactly the same size. Darting his eyes around the room, Chitose suddenly realized why the redhead had suddenly gotten considerably heavier. Everything in the room hadn’t gotten bigger. “You SHRANK me?!” He was a foot shorter and stood head to head with Gakuto… god he might have been even smaller than the redhead.
“I didn’t shrink you, I shrank Klauen!” Indignant, Gakuto got up and paused. And blinked. And then paused again. Lips pursed together, the 4th year leaned forward, perused through Chitose’s state, and then took a step back. “Well, maybe I did shrink you, but only a little bit.” As if to prove how little Chitose had actually shrunken, the red-head pinched his index finger and thumb together. The silence that followed this comment did little to ease the tension in the room.
Gakuto rolled his navy eyes. “Aw, come on, don’t be angry. It’s not like I did it on purpose.” He grabbed onto Chitose’s hands and swung the 6th year’s arms side-to-side. “Besides, being small is fun! You can look up everybody’s robes and stuff! You can be my best-buddy-‘ol-pal now that we’re the same size!”
“That’s not the point!” Chitose insisted as he stood eye level with the 4th year. Everything was a lot bigger from this height and he couldn’t remember ever having to look up at people. Oh god… what were people going to say when they saw him? Most of the time, Chitose got away with everything because people were intimidated by his size and the way he stared down at them in tedium, but now… No one was going to take him seriously.
With an irritated sigh, the 6th year adjusted his clothes so they wouldn’t hang off his tiny frame now and a sudden thought hit him. Swallowing, Chitose pulled at his waist band and peeked inside before almost screaming in horror. Everything had shrunk into proportion and he was half his regular size. Whipping his head toward Gakuto, the older boy narrowed his eyes and grabbed the redhead by the elbow. “You change me back right this instant. I don’t want to be this small.” His pride and “cockiness” was gone along with his intimidating height.
“There’s nothing wrong with being small...down there.” Gakuto shook his arm, but Chitose held on with a death grip. “Besides,” he continued, “I can’t change you back anyhow. My wand’s broken.” With his free arm, Gakuto brought the wand up to the other’s face for him to investigate. Indeed, it was very broken. The force of the sparks had sent the other half of the wand flying off somewhere in the vicinity of the Common room. If it was found, taped back to the piece that Gakuto currently held, Chitose’s pride might be saved. But Gakuto didn’t want that to happen.
Already his blue eyes were darting back and forth across the room, searching for that missing splinter before Chitose could sniff it out. He didn’t want the 6th year to grow back to his normal height. Chitose always made fun of him, called him that stupid “doll” name. Now Chitose was a doll too! But that wasn’t his entire reason for keeping Chitose at 5’3’’. It got pretty lonely staring at everybody’s shoulders. Having someone around his size would make a nice playmate. They could do lots of things together: raid Akaya’s chocolate stash, smoke pot together, watch Wakato shower (…or not. Gakuto wasn’t very interested in that), and run down the hallways flipping everybody’s robes up.
The red head looked up into Chitose’s hazel eyes. “Being small is fun. We can play together and… stuff.” He tugged at his arm. “Size doesn’t matter anyways. People will still respect you-I think.”
“Oh, but size does matter, Gakuto. It matters a lot!” Chitose argued, his voice growing louder in frustration. “I’m… I’m the size of a bloody midget! And look!” He pointed to the vicinity of his crotch. “I can’t live like this. I have a reputation to uphold you know.” He groaned in frustration and let go of the redhead’s arm. Chitose started to worry now that the initial shock was fading. “I can’t remember the spell… isn’t there one to reverse it? Make me bigger?” Maybe he could get his own wand and cure himself. But what good was a wand if he didn’t have a spell to reverse the hex Gakuto had put on him?
Giving up and pouting for the moment, Chitose quickly walked over to the mirror hanging in the common room and frowned at his reflection. “We have to find a cure. I can’t stay like this forever. Do you think this spell will last forever?” He turned to his younger friend with a worried expression. Sure, he was still handsome as ever… but he was a foot too short for his liking. “Look, I can’t leave the dorm or someone’ll see me,” Chitose was going to be the laughing stock if anyone else saw him, “so help me find a cure or something okay? I’ll still play with you even when I’m back to normal.”
Would Chitose keep on playing with Gakuto after all this? The small boy nervously fingered the broken end of his wand and gave Chitose a sideways glance. Gakuto wasn’t sure if he would, but he was certain that he didn’t want to help Chitose out of this predicament. Gakuto had been small his entire life. Hearing Chitose spew out all those things about being a ‘bloody midget’ or having his pride taken away just because his crotch shrank was insulting.
“Being small isn’t bad! It isn’t bad at all!” Gakuto stomped his foot and wrinkled his face into a frown. “I’ve been small ever since I was born, and I’m happy with my pee-pee size and my height! You’re just going to have to appreciate this new you because I’m not going to help you find the cure!” Sticking out his tongue, Gakuto turned on his heel and fled to his room.
“Gakuto, wait!” But it was too late. The little brat had already fled the room and Chitose was in no position to chase after the boy. “Tch,” the 6th year gave an irritated click of his tongue before grabbing at his pants, hitching them up so they wouldn’t trip him while he walked back to his own room. There had to be a cure for this or he’d create one for it because he refused to be this size for the rest of his life. Dutch men were known for their height and, uh, length and Chitose refused to be the odd one out. Sneaking back to his room, the 6th year pursed his lip and wondered if the spell would eventually wear out or if he was going to have to as a classmate to help him out.
Thank god it was Friday. They didn’t have class on the weekends and he wouldn’t need an excuse to stay in his room all day. Bloody redhead. He was going to have to take Gakuto out for a new wand one of these days before he got shot at again and that boy was definitely going to have to make it up to him.
(Yes, Pisa was mispelled on purpose)
Summary: The two Slytherin practice for "Naked Day". Bad, bad things happen because Gakuto's wand is broken.
Gakuto flailed his arms in the air with an ear-deafening screech as he tittered from side-to-side on Chitose's shoulders.
"Chitose! Stop it! How are we supposed to make the Tower of Naked if you keep on shaking?!" Quite deliberately, the five-foot- two-inches of brat knocked the six-foot-three-inches of horniness across the head with his foot. That, however, wasn't such a wise move.
Already on the verge of toppling over, due to Chitose's lack of balance (or group cooperation), Gakuto slipped as he kicked the other boy on the side of the head and went falling backwards, screaming like a girl as gravity pulled him down and smashed him on the floor with a loud *thud*.
To prepare for the upcoming said NAKED DAY, the duo of silly Slytherins had agreed to combine their evil powers and create the to-be-feared Tower of Naked. Fear, however, was the last thing to clutch the hearts of the other Slytherins as they passed by the Common Room and stopped to watch the pair attempt to find some sort of center of balance before falling over like the tower of Pizza.
"Argh! Chitose~!" Gakuto rubbed his bruised butt and shot the taller boy an angry look. They had been trying at this for more than an hour and hadn't gotten so far as wobbling for a few seconds and then collapsing. It was vexing. "Didn't you take gymnastics as a kid?"
“Ow…” Chitose frowned a little as he reached up to rub the side of his head where the little bratty redhead had kicked him. They had been at this for an hour or more and had failed to accomplish anything. “Do I look like I’m a gymnast to you?” Male gymnasts were short with big broad shoulder and arms as thick as their thighs. Chitose was too lean and tall to be swinging around bars and doing flips. It was amazing enough how he could walk around without lumbering like a jolly giant. The tall Slytherin had his own finesse and he walked at his own leisured pace as though he owned time rather than being a slave to it.
Reaching over, the 6th year grabbed Gakuto’s hand and helped the little boy up. “And it’d be a lot easier to make your tower if you quit squirming around on top. Did you eat a bowl of sugar today or something?” Gakuto was almost bouncing around and the exuberance was almost too much for Chitose to handle. He was too laid back to be bouncing around like the 4th year.
Still clothed, Chitose kneeled and waited for the redhead to climb back on. God knows why he was doing this because it was crazy. The tall Dutch boy had nothing to be ashamed of but it was kind of bizarre to be running around the hallways naked with a little 4th year on his shoulders. It was probably boredom that had persuaded him to go along with this insane idea and he was beginning to wonder if he had been high or something when he had agreed to it.
Gakuto pouted his blowfish pout and accepted the hand that was proffered. “It isn’t just my Tower of Naked. It’s yours too.” Ignoring the older boy’s rough grunts, he fisted his hands in Chitose’s chaotic hair, and, with the help of his man-made handles, clambered onto the 6th year’s shoulders.
“It’s our Tower of Naked, right?” The red-head looked down and smirked.
"Yes, it's our tower…but it was your idea and I just went along with it," Chitose laughed and grimaced as Gakuto grabbed fistfuls of his dark hair. "Watch it. Don't tug so hard... Ow, dammit, Gakuto. If you keep this up you're going to have to be the bottom part of the tower," the Dutch boy warned as he stood up shakily, reaching up to hold the redhead's ankles to balance the small boy. It felt like he had joined a Chinese acrobatic troupe. "Got your wand ready? And don't wave it around like a maniac this time. You almost poked my eye out." They might lose points for this little stunt, but at least they'd have a couple of laughs over it.
“I wouldn’t be waving it around like a “maniac” if you walked properly!” The so-called wand that they spoke of was a Maple Mahogany one, a pretty thing, just above a foot long to comfortably fit inside Gakuto’s small hand. Too bad it had broken in half when a misplaced step (or was it a shove?) sent the 4th year tumbling down the staircase and onto his side, successfully snapping the twig apart.
The red-head had adequately solved the problem by taping the broken wand together. Tape, however, is an unreliable thing, and tends to come apart when one is attempting to do a danger some stunt… like the Tower of Naked. But Gakuto, being the thick-headed fourteen-year-old that he was, didn’t notice when the tape around his wand began to peel off and continued on with his antics.
“Whoa~…” Arms spread out for balance, Gakuto steadied himself as Chitose rose to a standing position. As soon as they stopped wobbling, the red-head sucked in a deep breath and lowered his arms. "We’re standing…?” And to his amazement, “We aren’t falling either!” He let out a gleeful yip and thrust his fist into the air, nearly sending them over again. “Hah! Take that, Slytherins, who didn’t think the Tower of Naked was possible!”
Very pleased with their progress, Gakuto gave Chitose a ‘good-job’ pat on the head and whipped out his bandaged wand. He failed to notice that the tape had slipped free or that his wand hung by a single splinter and dangled like a broken limb pointing downwards.
“Now, for the main event...” The red-head sneered at a certain black-furred, red-eyed Persian kitty, who hissed back from its spot on the floor. Gakuto had wrangled Klauen out of its cage a little over an hour ago when Akaya had left to do the things that Kiriharas did-pig out on chocolate, probably-and had tied the feline to one of the armchairs littering the Common Room. Klauen had proved itself worthy of its name by dragging its claws down the boy’s arms and leaving parallel red marks in its wake. Gakuto could still feel the scabs stretching his skin.
“Playtime’s over kitty cat.” Gakuto put his hand son his hips and cast a shrinking spell.
Chitose lifted his head to watch the redhead zap the cat and got a nice view up the boy’s shorts too, but failed to mention it aloud for Gakuto to know. “Hey… wait-,” his eyes caught the broken wand started but it was already too late. The 4th year gave his broken wand a wave and sparks shot out of the broken splints of wood. The spell misdirected and instead of hitting Akaya’s spoiled cat, the hex shot down and zapped the tall Dutch boy instead. “Wha…”
And all of a sudden, Gakuto was too heavy to carry and the two toppled over into an ungraceful heap. “Ow!” Seemed like word of the day from the number of times Chitose had said it. Sitting up, he rubbed his head and pushed the redhead off him. “God, how did you gain weight all of a sudden?” Groaning a little, Chitose got back up. “That’s enough for today I think. I give up. No more naked tower. Why don’t you find Oshitari? Maybe you two’ll be more coordinated… What the hell?” Standing there, Chitose tugged at his clothes and found them drooping over his hands and he almost tripped over his long pant legs when he stepped.
The 6th year Slytherin frowned in confusion and tugged up his sleeves that seemed to have stretched a whole foot longer. “Gakuto… what did you do?” Turning to the redhead, his eyes widened when he realized that they were exactly the same size. Darting his eyes around the room, Chitose suddenly realized why the redhead had suddenly gotten considerably heavier. Everything in the room hadn’t gotten bigger. “You SHRANK me?!” He was a foot shorter and stood head to head with Gakuto… god he might have been even smaller than the redhead.
“I didn’t shrink you, I shrank Klauen!” Indignant, Gakuto got up and paused. And blinked. And then paused again. Lips pursed together, the 4th year leaned forward, perused through Chitose’s state, and then took a step back. “Well, maybe I did shrink you, but only a little bit.” As if to prove how little Chitose had actually shrunken, the red-head pinched his index finger and thumb together. The silence that followed this comment did little to ease the tension in the room.
Gakuto rolled his navy eyes. “Aw, come on, don’t be angry. It’s not like I did it on purpose.” He grabbed onto Chitose’s hands and swung the 6th year’s arms side-to-side. “Besides, being small is fun! You can look up everybody’s robes and stuff! You can be my best-buddy-‘ol-pal now that we’re the same size!”
“That’s not the point!” Chitose insisted as he stood eye level with the 4th year. Everything was a lot bigger from this height and he couldn’t remember ever having to look up at people. Oh god… what were people going to say when they saw him? Most of the time, Chitose got away with everything because people were intimidated by his size and the way he stared down at them in tedium, but now… No one was going to take him seriously.
With an irritated sigh, the 6th year adjusted his clothes so they wouldn’t hang off his tiny frame now and a sudden thought hit him. Swallowing, Chitose pulled at his waist band and peeked inside before almost screaming in horror. Everything had shrunk into proportion and he was half his regular size. Whipping his head toward Gakuto, the older boy narrowed his eyes and grabbed the redhead by the elbow. “You change me back right this instant. I don’t want to be this small.” His pride and “cockiness” was gone along with his intimidating height.
“There’s nothing wrong with being small...down there.” Gakuto shook his arm, but Chitose held on with a death grip. “Besides,” he continued, “I can’t change you back anyhow. My wand’s broken.” With his free arm, Gakuto brought the wand up to the other’s face for him to investigate. Indeed, it was very broken. The force of the sparks had sent the other half of the wand flying off somewhere in the vicinity of the Common room. If it was found, taped back to the piece that Gakuto currently held, Chitose’s pride might be saved. But Gakuto didn’t want that to happen.
Already his blue eyes were darting back and forth across the room, searching for that missing splinter before Chitose could sniff it out. He didn’t want the 6th year to grow back to his normal height. Chitose always made fun of him, called him that stupid “doll” name. Now Chitose was a doll too! But that wasn’t his entire reason for keeping Chitose at 5’3’’. It got pretty lonely staring at everybody’s shoulders. Having someone around his size would make a nice playmate. They could do lots of things together: raid Akaya’s chocolate stash, smoke pot together, watch Wakato shower (…or not. Gakuto wasn’t very interested in that), and run down the hallways flipping everybody’s robes up.
The red head looked up into Chitose’s hazel eyes. “Being small is fun. We can play together and… stuff.” He tugged at his arm. “Size doesn’t matter anyways. People will still respect you-I think.”
“Oh, but size does matter, Gakuto. It matters a lot!” Chitose argued, his voice growing louder in frustration. “I’m… I’m the size of a bloody midget! And look!” He pointed to the vicinity of his crotch. “I can’t live like this. I have a reputation to uphold you know.” He groaned in frustration and let go of the redhead’s arm. Chitose started to worry now that the initial shock was fading. “I can’t remember the spell… isn’t there one to reverse it? Make me bigger?” Maybe he could get his own wand and cure himself. But what good was a wand if he didn’t have a spell to reverse the hex Gakuto had put on him?
Giving up and pouting for the moment, Chitose quickly walked over to the mirror hanging in the common room and frowned at his reflection. “We have to find a cure. I can’t stay like this forever. Do you think this spell will last forever?” He turned to his younger friend with a worried expression. Sure, he was still handsome as ever… but he was a foot too short for his liking. “Look, I can’t leave the dorm or someone’ll see me,” Chitose was going to be the laughing stock if anyone else saw him, “so help me find a cure or something okay? I’ll still play with you even when I’m back to normal.”
Would Chitose keep on playing with Gakuto after all this? The small boy nervously fingered the broken end of his wand and gave Chitose a sideways glance. Gakuto wasn’t sure if he would, but he was certain that he didn’t want to help Chitose out of this predicament. Gakuto had been small his entire life. Hearing Chitose spew out all those things about being a ‘bloody midget’ or having his pride taken away just because his crotch shrank was insulting.
“Being small isn’t bad! It isn’t bad at all!” Gakuto stomped his foot and wrinkled his face into a frown. “I’ve been small ever since I was born, and I’m happy with my pee-pee size and my height! You’re just going to have to appreciate this new you because I’m not going to help you find the cure!” Sticking out his tongue, Gakuto turned on his heel and fled to his room.
“Gakuto, wait!” But it was too late. The little brat had already fled the room and Chitose was in no position to chase after the boy. “Tch,” the 6th year gave an irritated click of his tongue before grabbing at his pants, hitching them up so they wouldn’t trip him while he walked back to his own room. There had to be a cure for this or he’d create one for it because he refused to be this size for the rest of his life. Dutch men were known for their height and, uh, length and Chitose refused to be the odd one out. Sneaking back to his room, the 6th year pursed his lip and wondered if the spell would eventually wear out or if he was going to have to as a classmate to help him out.
Thank god it was Friday. They didn’t have class on the weekends and he wouldn’t need an excuse to stay in his room all day. Bloody redhead. He was going to have to take Gakuto out for a new wand one of these days before he got shot at again and that boy was definitely going to have to make it up to him.
(Yes, Pisa was mispelled on purpose)