Under the Radar (WAR)
YES. I LIED. |Dd
Title: PDA and Jealousy
Attack Type: Third Person
Killing Technique: False Identity
Casualties? Yamamoto Takeshi's fanclub (from jealousy) and his baseball team (from lulz)
"You really know how to make those girls jealous, Takeshi."
The jested comment was met with a row of laughter from the team getting changed in the team's locker room, all talking about the recent actions of one of their star players. Yamamoto Takeshi, a top pitcher and batter, had manage to send a wave of envy coursing through every girl - and the occasional guy - who had been watching their game through some seemingly innocent actions involving his pretty, blond 'girlfriend.'
Yamamoto just laughed and grinned along with his team, turning his back on them as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Though his friends were watching him, none of them questioned the many bandages tied around his torso. They didn't need to. Their friend had already told a select few of them - those whom he could almost consider brothers - and they knew that, when he was ready, he would share. For now, they believed that it was thanks to an injury he had received after training a few years back - a few broken ribs from being hit by a car when he saved a small girl - troubling him.
"I never knew you were such a PDA boyfriend. Or into fetishes. Cat ears AND a tail? Wow."
"Oh, come on, Tsuzuki. You know him better than anyone here. Stop making crap up."
'Ahaha. How was that PDA? I just gave her my bat-"
"As well as a hug and one of the deepest kisses I've seen in our age group."
Everyone erupted into fits of laughter again as Yamamoto returned his attention to his open locker, focussing on getting changed and ignoring the deep blush set on his cheeks. Though he smiled as their jesting remarks - 'modern day Casanova' 'such a good boyfriend' 'think she'll survive the rampaging horde that is his fanclub?' - he didn't join in with their laughter, quickly getting changed. He had places to be and people to be with.
Closing his locker and grabbing his bag, he bid his friends farewell - laughing an affirmative to say hi to his girlfriend for them - and headed back out, slightly worried as to his 'girlfriend's' situation. He breathed a sigh of relief - chuckling lightly - as a blond head buried itself into his jacket the moment he left the changing rooms, smiling as he hugged his arms lightly around the trembling body of Bel. After a moment, deciding it would be best if they moved to somewhere more secluded - somewhere where there weren't so many people staring - he slid his arm around her - his - waist and held her - him - close. As they walked through the parting crowd - Yamamoto leading a step ahead of Bel - he felt his boyfriend - because Belphegor was his boyfriend and only pretended to be a girl thanks to a run-in with Marmon and Lussuria - inching closer into him.
The Rain Guardian couldn't tell if it was the 'shy girl' act, or if the Varia member truly was that uncomfortable with crowds. Uncaring, he just shrugged it off.
Bel was his opposite, after all.
Yamamoto was the open book - the romanticist - and Belphegor was the Prince who got what he wanted, when he wanted, from whom he wanted.
"Come on," He said as they cleared the crowd. "Let's go have some cake."
Title: PDA and Jealousy
Attack Type: Third Person
Killing Technique: False Identity
Casualties? Yamamoto Takeshi's fanclub (from jealousy) and his baseball team (from lulz)
"You really know how to make those girls jealous, Takeshi."
The jested comment was met with a row of laughter from the team getting changed in the team's locker room, all talking about the recent actions of one of their star players. Yamamoto Takeshi, a top pitcher and batter, had manage to send a wave of envy coursing through every girl - and the occasional guy - who had been watching their game through some seemingly innocent actions involving his pretty, blond 'girlfriend.'
Yamamoto just laughed and grinned along with his team, turning his back on them as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Though his friends were watching him, none of them questioned the many bandages tied around his torso. They didn't need to. Their friend had already told a select few of them - those whom he could almost consider brothers - and they knew that, when he was ready, he would share. For now, they believed that it was thanks to an injury he had received after training a few years back - a few broken ribs from being hit by a car when he saved a small girl - troubling him.
"I never knew you were such a PDA boyfriend. Or into fetishes. Cat ears AND a tail? Wow."
"Oh, come on, Tsuzuki. You know him better than anyone here. Stop making crap up."
'Ahaha. How was that PDA? I just gave her my bat-"
"As well as a hug and one of the deepest kisses I've seen in our age group."
Everyone erupted into fits of laughter again as Yamamoto returned his attention to his open locker, focussing on getting changed and ignoring the deep blush set on his cheeks. Though he smiled as their jesting remarks - 'modern day Casanova' 'such a good boyfriend' 'think she'll survive the rampaging horde that is his fanclub?' - he didn't join in with their laughter, quickly getting changed. He had places to be and people to be with.
Closing his locker and grabbing his bag, he bid his friends farewell - laughing an affirmative to say hi to his girlfriend for them - and headed back out, slightly worried as to his 'girlfriend's' situation. He breathed a sigh of relief - chuckling lightly - as a blond head buried itself into his jacket the moment he left the changing rooms, smiling as he hugged his arms lightly around the trembling body of Bel. After a moment, deciding it would be best if they moved to somewhere more secluded - somewhere where there weren't so many people staring - he slid his arm around her - his - waist and held her - him - close. As they walked through the parting crowd - Yamamoto leading a step ahead of Bel - he felt his boyfriend - because Belphegor was his boyfriend and only pretended to be a girl thanks to a run-in with Marmon and Lussuria - inching closer into him.
The Rain Guardian couldn't tell if it was the 'shy girl' act, or if the Varia member truly was that uncomfortable with crowds. Uncaring, he just shrugged it off.
Bel was his opposite, after all.
Yamamoto was the open book - the romanticist - and Belphegor was the Prince who got what he wanted, when he wanted, from whom he wanted.
"Come on," He said as they cleared the crowd. "Let's go have some cake."