For Convenience~ [closed]
Character(s): Yanku and... WHOEVER WISHES TO COME :DDDD
Content: Yanku arrives to Paixao and stabs someone with his fingernails. The whiteness of Paixao is unpleasing D:
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Tuesday evening
Warnings: BAD WORDS DDD:
This was not any sort of Japan that he knew. Yanku rocked back on his heels a little, rolling his eyes around to take in the bright city. So fucking bright. It was like a giant neon sign that was painted pure white had settled down over all the broken down houses and trashbags. If this was what people meant when they talked about 'cleaning up' Japan then he didn't want it. The familiar weight of the fox mask pressed down on his forehead and he contemplated, briefly, removing it. The game of Kakurenbo was over, and he and Inmu had lost -
Inmu wasn't here. That was obvious, because he was so used to taking a breath and feeling the mirror beside him. The looks around to this bright city did nothing to give him comfort on that subject. Maybe the oni still had him. If so, then this was after-death and death had hurt.
Any thoughts of removing the fox mask were instantly banished as people came into view. Bright as the fucking city, people. They were gaijin, or that stupid kid with the perm and bleach. They were all bleached out, too tall and lanky and he didn't like them. They glowed neon too, and he'd gathered a sudden distaste for neon over the past day.
There were notsobright people waiting in a line. All sorts of sizes and shapes, and Yanku was in that line. But he didn't need to be. He'd never followed rules of lines before. With a barely audible snort he dropped to his knees and shot across the ground. Skittered, might have been an apt description of his movement, dodging legs and ankles. Someone screamed.
What, do they think I'm going to bite them?
Though, he was tempted, especially to bite the wrist of a hand that came down on the back of his neck, grabbing his hair and skin. "...name." A voice intoned and he found himself looking into two bright blue eyes.
Yanku made a hissing noise and kicked, reaching up to dig his fingernails into the flesh above him. It worked and he was free and off and running, sideways a bit. If he ran crisscross it'd be harder to catch him.
Stupidly bright, he thought as he ran.
Content: Yanku arrives to Paixao and stabs someone with his fingernails. The whiteness of Paixao is unpleasing D:
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Tuesday evening
Warnings: BAD WORDS DDD:
This was not any sort of Japan that he knew. Yanku rocked back on his heels a little, rolling his eyes around to take in the bright city. So fucking bright. It was like a giant neon sign that was painted pure white had settled down over all the broken down houses and trashbags. If this was what people meant when they talked about 'cleaning up' Japan then he didn't want it. The familiar weight of the fox mask pressed down on his forehead and he contemplated, briefly, removing it. The game of Kakurenbo was over, and he and Inmu had lost -
Inmu wasn't here. That was obvious, because he was so used to taking a breath and feeling the mirror beside him. The looks around to this bright city did nothing to give him comfort on that subject. Maybe the oni still had him. If so, then this was after-death and death had hurt.
Any thoughts of removing the fox mask were instantly banished as people came into view. Bright as the fucking city, people. They were gaijin, or that stupid kid with the perm and bleach. They were all bleached out, too tall and lanky and he didn't like them. They glowed neon too, and he'd gathered a sudden distaste for neon over the past day.
There were notsobright people waiting in a line. All sorts of sizes and shapes, and Yanku was in that line. But he didn't need to be. He'd never followed rules of lines before. With a barely audible snort he dropped to his knees and shot across the ground. Skittered, might have been an apt description of his movement, dodging legs and ankles. Someone screamed.
What, do they think I'm going to bite them?
Though, he was tempted, especially to bite the wrist of a hand that came down on the back of his neck, grabbing his hair and skin. "...name." A voice intoned and he found himself looking into two bright blue eyes.
Yanku made a hissing noise and kicked, reaching up to dig his fingernails into the flesh above him. It worked and he was free and off and running, sideways a bit. If he ran crisscross it'd be harder to catch him.
Stupidly bright, he thought as he ran.