LOG: Yukimura Seiichi, Kite Eichirou
What: Yukimura and Kite bond over gardening
Where: Yukimura’s room, outside, Kite’s room
When: a few days after Kite’s arrival
Rating: PG... not good at coming up with ratings
Notes: Kite’s first log. I don’t know what to say other than, buchou bonding over vegetables fluffiness.
The stairs had been far too easy to mount. He had a feeling that when it got too cold for him to withstand the weather outside, he’d be running them a lot. But for now, he was not there to run. He was there to retrieve something he desperately needed. He knew he had permission, but he still stood before the door literally a floor above his. Though he had permission, Kite was still polite enough to knock. The sharp rapping on the door his way of saying he was there and about to come in, whether he was wanted or not. Reaching down to the knob he turned it with a rather polite tone to his voice. “I’ll be coming in now.”
Sitting on the bed, not really reading the book that lay open on his lap, Yukimura hear the knock, and sighed happily at the welcome reprieve from his boredom and stillness. Watching the door open, Yukimura got up, moving some plants on his way, to get the pots that had lain in the corner of the room since he'd unpacked. He'd moved them aside to make room for the tomato plants and the one bag of dirt he had in his room sat right beside them. Picking up the smaller clay pots, he carried them over to the door, which was open now, with Kite standing in the doorway.
There was a frown and then a slight adjusting of his glasses. He had not meant to disturb the other. He had been about to tell Yukimura not to bother to get up and that he could get the things he needed himself but he didn’t bother are the other male was already up and moving. His eyes scanned the room. “You really don’t need a green house…There are enough here to make one all on it’s own.” He observed. He moved easily just into the room so that his back would not be exposed to the entire hallway. He tried hard not to accidentally kick a tomato plant in the process. “Thank you.” It was a sincere thanks, holding out his hands to take the offered pots. “You must really enjoy gardening.”
"I do," Yukimura answered simply, "but a greenhouse would still be nice, then I might have more room to walk in my room. I read the dit about goya in the gardening book, it says that they thrive in soils rich in nutrients, and they do best in the heat. I'd suggest using one of the garden soils I have outside, they're much better for planting, and I find they're much richer than normal soil. If you'd like, I can help you with the planting." Yukimura continued, grabbing one of his trowels and putting it in one of the pots.
"If you come back when they start growing properly, I can help you repot them so that they grow properly, the small pots are mostly only good for planting the seeds and letting them get bigger so that you needn't worry about them growing their roots too quickly and making them less stable." Handing the pots and trowel over to Kite, he said over his shoulder as he walked back to his bed to continue being unoccupied, "If you need help, come see me."
Kite followed the other with his eyes. He made no moves of any sort, but it was clear he was on guard. He was probably always this on guard. Even if he really wasn’t all that intimidated by the frail looking man. He found himself nodding though at the other’s words. He actually smiled a little that the other had actually studied his favorite vegetable, even in only a little. “They are like a true Okinawan…We don’t thrive in cold.” It was as close as the martial artist would ever admit to as a weakness. “But I thank you for the sage advice. I usually don’t plant things, but it’s the only way I’ll be able to get hold of fresh Goya. It’s always better when just picked.” He accepted the gardening supplies and nodded in thanks once more. It looked as if that was all but he didn’t feel like being dismissed just yet. No one dismissed a Higa player, and most definitely not the captain. “Actually, if you have time, I might just bother you for your help now.” He shifted the pot to one arm and glanced over his shoulder to the hallway.
"Sure," Yukimura said interestedly, hoping for an excuse to do some real gardening for one, since all he could really do in his room was pruning and reading, "What did you have in mind?"
Kite shrugged and stepped towards the door. “Well, since I know as much about gardening as you do bujutsu, I was hoping for a little assistance. “ He glanced towards the large window. “It’s a perfect day to do things outdoors. On a day like today, I would be training on the beaches…” A slight frown. “But only if you are not busy. I would hate to drag you from whatever it is you were reading.”
"It was a gardening book that I've read a few times before, it would be much more fun to actually do some gardening than to read it anyway," Yukimura responded with a smile, "I'm sure you'll learn quickly enough how to plant and care for goya. After all, I'm sure that if you like goya even
half as much as you say you do it should be easy."
Picking up an extra trowel, Yukimura, followed Kite to plant goya.
Kite seemed a little stiff at being followed, but he soon grew used to it. It was obvious he didn’t much enjoy anyone behind him where he could not see them. He didn’t glance behind him but it was pretty obvious. “I see. It’s like reading martial arts manuals. It’s more fun to do it than just read it. But I’m sure I’ll learn. I’m been told I’m a quick study when I wish to be.” There it was. A small smile. “Oh…I don’t like goya… I love it. I’m sure you will too, when I finally get myself into that kitchen.” There was a pause. “Perhaps I’ll abscond with a few of your tomatoes as well. Make a proper stir-fry.” He exited the door and held it open with a foot for Yukimura. “After you. I have no idea where you might have put that special soil of yours.”
"Of course," Yukimura said, walking out the door to find one of the bags of dirt he'd brought. It was specially for growing tropical plants, so he suspected it would be the best one to use to grow goya, although he wasn't sure, since he'd never actually tried to grow goya before. Putting the dirt into one of the small pots he had, he filled the pot about two-thirds of the way full, then set it aside, motioning for Kite to come over and fill the pots he was carrying as well.
Kite knelt next to Yukimura and carefully studied the way the other worked with the pot. He quickly followed suit, smiling at the other teen. It was sort of strange in a way that people from rivals schools could be so chummy now. It was actually sort of humorous and he found himself chuckling softly as he rooted through his pockets for the seeds to his favorite plant. He pulled them out and started to plant them into the soil. “I’m grateful for the help.” He looked to the other male with a smile and another laugh. “I know your teammates will rather enjoy our being allies.”
"I'm sure they will," Yukimura replided, smiling softly at the pleasure he found in being able to garden. Filling up the pots quickly and efficiently, he finished quickly and turned to watch Kite's surprising display of tenderness with the seeds of his beloved goya. The plants would do well with Kite, Yukimura thought, smiling, he really does care for them.
Kite finished his planting, giving each pot a once over once he was done before carefully inspecting his hands to insure they were mostly clean before reaching out and lightly clapping Yukimura on the shoulder. “You know though, that I will owe you one now for these pots. For my goya. I’m a man of my word. So just know that I will pay you back somehow.”
"It's alright, Kite, I'll probably get them back when the goya plants outgrow them anyway. You'll need to repot them onece their roots become too much for these small pots," Yukimura said, wondering where Kite was going to put the pots in his room.
He stood and lightly dusted off the knees of his pants. “I was serious, Yukimura. I’m a man who pays his debts.” He didn’t think anything this other man could think of would really be all that bad. He was used to some rather sadistic things. “And if not for these, than for the ones I borrow from you when they grow enough for replanting.” he seemed rather set upon the idea of somehow paying the other back. Perhaps because he didn’t like the idea of owing anything to anyone.
Seeing that Kite was serious, Yukimura nodded, "For the next set of pots then."
He nodded once. “For the next set then. And of course you’ll get the first pick of the Goya, if that’s what you choose.” He looked to Yukimura and smiled a little. “And of course should you need assistance with your plants, or wayward teammates, I’m just a floor below.” Though it was strange, he was truly trying to make at least one friend here in his first few days.
"Why thank-you, Kite, I'll be sure to ask if I need help with them then." Yukimura said, truly meaning it, since Kite seemed to be such an interesting person. He seemed to have made a good friend in Kite, and he was happy to have had the chance to meet him at camp.
Crossing his arms over his chest and casting a look about, he smiled again. “I doubt you will need the assistance though. But you will let me know if any Higa bothers you. Not that there’s more than two.. I think you understand that I need to take care of my own, just as you take care of yours.’
"Of course," Yukimura said, smiling, "I do hope no problems occur with Higa though."
He laughed again, though it was a rather harsh sounding laugh. “You really need not worry about that. Other than a bit of rough play on the court, I can promise I’ll keep the violence towards you and yours to a minimum. I would hate to have to thrown down with Sanada.” Though a part of him wanted to in a way. It was rare to go against a really skilled fighter, even one who was a swordsman and not hand to hand as he favored.
"I'm sure Sanada feels the same way, especially if you prevent him from getting at his raw meat." Yukimura answered, knowing what Sanada was like when deprived of meat.
He raised an eyebrow. “Raw meat? Really.” And he thought his likes were strange. “Remind me that at some point I really must eat with him. I’ve heard, but I’ve always wanting to see the tigers at the zoo up close and personal.”
"Yes," Yukimura responded, "I believe he drinks chlorophyll juice with it, he's probably the only one with a digestive system strong enough to take it. I belive Niou got sick trying to out-eat him."
The martial artist smiled again and snickered. He couldn’t help himself. It was pretty funny to think that there was such competitiveness even now that they were older. It was nice to know that he wasn’t the only one which such a fighting spirit. “I think I probably could. But this isn’t a competition…Not yet anyway.”
"Perhaps," Yukimura said, smiling serenely, "Would you like some cucumbers or tomatoes? There are some ripe ones and I don't really have much to do with them."
Kite bent to gather up all the pots carefully. He seemed to not mind that his hands were full. Though he might have some paranoia, it wasn’t so bad that he felt he had to have both hands free. “I think I would like that very much, Yukimura. I would rather prefer fresh vegetables to the bagged stuff that serve in the cafeteria. But only those that you can’t use for yourself. I don’t wish to seem demanding.”
"It'd alright. Once they begin being ripe, there are plenty all the time. I find homegrown vegetable much more satisfying, but the ones I have would probably end up in the cafeteria if I didn't share them." Yukimura said, grabbing the few leftover pots and leading the way back into the dorms.
Kite follows, pausing on the third floor staircase. “Would you mind terribly if I put these in my room?” He wouldn’t mind Yukimura in his room though it was pretty much empty. It only had the things the dorm room was supposed to have. At the moment, the only things that were his was a sewing machine in a corner, a box of Goya, and his clothing. Nothing else. Totally Spartan compared to others.
"I thought you might want to go there first," Yukimura responded with a smile. Heading to Kite's room, he waited as the other man opened the door.
Kite had to put the pots down to unlock the door. He swung it open to carry them to the large window. “I seem to be like you. I’m lucky enough not to have a roommate. I suppose they think I’m not all that keen on sharing my space with anyone.” There was a pause, while he shifted the box he’d yet to unpack. It was most likely some sort martial arts equipment. “Do feel free to visit if you want.”
"Why thank you," Yukimura said, looking around the room. It was nice, in a plain sort of way. That would change when the goyas began growing though.
“Oh course.” He lay the pots in the light of the window. He turned back to Yukimura and laughed slightly. It was a wonder the other had filled up so much room so quickly. He returned to the other and seemed to be waiting to lock up again. “and of course when I get a space heater in here, it won’t be as roomy…”
"Yes, I'm sure it will be cozy though," Yukimura said, waiting at the door for Kite to accompany him to his room to pick up the vegetables/fruits.
Kite nodded and locked his door before they left to Yukimura’s floor. “It’s not about being cozy, Yukimura. It’s about being warm. I heard it…snows here.” He frowned darkly. He followed behind, seeming more used to it now. He didn’t look over his shoudler as often this trip.
Reaching his room and opening the door, Yukimura picked up one of his harvesting baskets, bringing it over to Kite. It had carrots, potatoes, cucumbers and tomatoes in it, and it was rather heavy.
"Here's one of the baskets," Yukimura said, "You can have it, since I have a few more where that came from."
Kite hefted the basket with surprising ease. He looked at the vegetables with a smile. “I am definitely making stir-fry with this all. Perhaps over a camp fire. I haven’t made a survival camp lunch in a while. Though it won’t be the same without some sea bass spear fished. It will do though. Thank you.”
"Your welcome," Yukimura said, smiling happily, "the rest of this stuff will probably go to the kitchen sometime."
Shifting the basket to one arm, Kite leaned against a wall by the door. Somehow managing to look slightly dangerous while carrying a giant wicker basket of produce. “Ahh..I’ll make sure to give compliments to the gardener when I partake then.” There was a pause. “And perhaps at some point we’ll have lunch together. I’m sure with your friend eating bloody meat you wouldn’t mind eating with a person reputed to eat kittens after kicking puppies and punching nuns…”
"I'm sure you don't do all that. I don't think it would be very easy to find a nun to punch around here, and I'm certainly no nun, so I'd love to have lunch with you." Yukimura said, watching the dangerous looking buchou. He always had been attracted to danger and power after all.
Kite laughed suddenly, looking over the rim of his glasses. “You would be surprised. But if it makes you rest easier at night…I’ve never kicked a puppy or ate a kitten… But yes, I would have to agree, you would certainly make a very poor nun. And you might be healthy enough now, but I would be a poor excuse for a fighter if I decided to punch you. So you’re relatively safe from me.” Relatively, because no matter how polite he was, there as always that completive violent sadistic buchou lurking, just waiting for reason to strike.
"That's very reassuring," Yukimura said, only half-meaning what he said.
There was another small laugh and Kite shook his head slightly as if amused. “I meant it not to be. Old habits and all. There’s little chance, as I doubt you are foolish enough to seek me out during my shadow boxing practice when my blood runs hottest. After all, I’d hate to make you an enemy after making you a friend.”
"I believe I'll stay away from shadow boxing then," Yukimura said, retreating into his room, "I shall see you tomorrow then?"
Kite nodded once and turned to exit the door. He looked over one shoulder and nodded again. “Of course. I rather do enjoy your work out regimen, even if it is a little lax for myself… and of course, at lunch.”
Where: Yukimura’s room, outside, Kite’s room
When: a few days after Kite’s arrival
Rating: PG... not good at coming up with ratings
Notes: Kite’s first log. I don’t know what to say other than, buchou bonding over vegetables fluffiness.
The stairs had been far too easy to mount. He had a feeling that when it got too cold for him to withstand the weather outside, he’d be running them a lot. But for now, he was not there to run. He was there to retrieve something he desperately needed. He knew he had permission, but he still stood before the door literally a floor above his. Though he had permission, Kite was still polite enough to knock. The sharp rapping on the door his way of saying he was there and about to come in, whether he was wanted or not. Reaching down to the knob he turned it with a rather polite tone to his voice. “I’ll be coming in now.”
Sitting on the bed, not really reading the book that lay open on his lap, Yukimura hear the knock, and sighed happily at the welcome reprieve from his boredom and stillness. Watching the door open, Yukimura got up, moving some plants on his way, to get the pots that had lain in the corner of the room since he'd unpacked. He'd moved them aside to make room for the tomato plants and the one bag of dirt he had in his room sat right beside them. Picking up the smaller clay pots, he carried them over to the door, which was open now, with Kite standing in the doorway.
There was a frown and then a slight adjusting of his glasses. He had not meant to disturb the other. He had been about to tell Yukimura not to bother to get up and that he could get the things he needed himself but he didn’t bother are the other male was already up and moving. His eyes scanned the room. “You really don’t need a green house…There are enough here to make one all on it’s own.” He observed. He moved easily just into the room so that his back would not be exposed to the entire hallway. He tried hard not to accidentally kick a tomato plant in the process. “Thank you.” It was a sincere thanks, holding out his hands to take the offered pots. “You must really enjoy gardening.”
"I do," Yukimura answered simply, "but a greenhouse would still be nice, then I might have more room to walk in my room. I read the dit about goya in the gardening book, it says that they thrive in soils rich in nutrients, and they do best in the heat. I'd suggest using one of the garden soils I have outside, they're much better for planting, and I find they're much richer than normal soil. If you'd like, I can help you with the planting." Yukimura continued, grabbing one of his trowels and putting it in one of the pots.
"If you come back when they start growing properly, I can help you repot them so that they grow properly, the small pots are mostly only good for planting the seeds and letting them get bigger so that you needn't worry about them growing their roots too quickly and making them less stable." Handing the pots and trowel over to Kite, he said over his shoulder as he walked back to his bed to continue being unoccupied, "If you need help, come see me."
Kite followed the other with his eyes. He made no moves of any sort, but it was clear he was on guard. He was probably always this on guard. Even if he really wasn’t all that intimidated by the frail looking man. He found himself nodding though at the other’s words. He actually smiled a little that the other had actually studied his favorite vegetable, even in only a little. “They are like a true Okinawan…We don’t thrive in cold.” It was as close as the martial artist would ever admit to as a weakness. “But I thank you for the sage advice. I usually don’t plant things, but it’s the only way I’ll be able to get hold of fresh Goya. It’s always better when just picked.” He accepted the gardening supplies and nodded in thanks once more. It looked as if that was all but he didn’t feel like being dismissed just yet. No one dismissed a Higa player, and most definitely not the captain. “Actually, if you have time, I might just bother you for your help now.” He shifted the pot to one arm and glanced over his shoulder to the hallway.
"Sure," Yukimura said interestedly, hoping for an excuse to do some real gardening for one, since all he could really do in his room was pruning and reading, "What did you have in mind?"
Kite shrugged and stepped towards the door. “Well, since I know as much about gardening as you do bujutsu, I was hoping for a little assistance. “ He glanced towards the large window. “It’s a perfect day to do things outdoors. On a day like today, I would be training on the beaches…” A slight frown. “But only if you are not busy. I would hate to drag you from whatever it is you were reading.”
"It was a gardening book that I've read a few times before, it would be much more fun to actually do some gardening than to read it anyway," Yukimura responded with a smile, "I'm sure you'll learn quickly enough how to plant and care for goya. After all, I'm sure that if you like goya even
half as much as you say you do it should be easy."
Picking up an extra trowel, Yukimura, followed Kite to plant goya.
Kite seemed a little stiff at being followed, but he soon grew used to it. It was obvious he didn’t much enjoy anyone behind him where he could not see them. He didn’t glance behind him but it was pretty obvious. “I see. It’s like reading martial arts manuals. It’s more fun to do it than just read it. But I’m sure I’ll learn. I’m been told I’m a quick study when I wish to be.” There it was. A small smile. “Oh…I don’t like goya… I love it. I’m sure you will too, when I finally get myself into that kitchen.” There was a pause. “Perhaps I’ll abscond with a few of your tomatoes as well. Make a proper stir-fry.” He exited the door and held it open with a foot for Yukimura. “After you. I have no idea where you might have put that special soil of yours.”
"Of course," Yukimura said, walking out the door to find one of the bags of dirt he'd brought. It was specially for growing tropical plants, so he suspected it would be the best one to use to grow goya, although he wasn't sure, since he'd never actually tried to grow goya before. Putting the dirt into one of the small pots he had, he filled the pot about two-thirds of the way full, then set it aside, motioning for Kite to come over and fill the pots he was carrying as well.
Kite knelt next to Yukimura and carefully studied the way the other worked with the pot. He quickly followed suit, smiling at the other teen. It was sort of strange in a way that people from rivals schools could be so chummy now. It was actually sort of humorous and he found himself chuckling softly as he rooted through his pockets for the seeds to his favorite plant. He pulled them out and started to plant them into the soil. “I’m grateful for the help.” He looked to the other male with a smile and another laugh. “I know your teammates will rather enjoy our being allies.”
"I'm sure they will," Yukimura replided, smiling softly at the pleasure he found in being able to garden. Filling up the pots quickly and efficiently, he finished quickly and turned to watch Kite's surprising display of tenderness with the seeds of his beloved goya. The plants would do well with Kite, Yukimura thought, smiling, he really does care for them.
Kite finished his planting, giving each pot a once over once he was done before carefully inspecting his hands to insure they were mostly clean before reaching out and lightly clapping Yukimura on the shoulder. “You know though, that I will owe you one now for these pots. For my goya. I’m a man of my word. So just know that I will pay you back somehow.”
"It's alright, Kite, I'll probably get them back when the goya plants outgrow them anyway. You'll need to repot them onece their roots become too much for these small pots," Yukimura said, wondering where Kite was going to put the pots in his room.
He stood and lightly dusted off the knees of his pants. “I was serious, Yukimura. I’m a man who pays his debts.” He didn’t think anything this other man could think of would really be all that bad. He was used to some rather sadistic things. “And if not for these, than for the ones I borrow from you when they grow enough for replanting.” he seemed rather set upon the idea of somehow paying the other back. Perhaps because he didn’t like the idea of owing anything to anyone.
Seeing that Kite was serious, Yukimura nodded, "For the next set of pots then."
He nodded once. “For the next set then. And of course you’ll get the first pick of the Goya, if that’s what you choose.” He looked to Yukimura and smiled a little. “And of course should you need assistance with your plants, or wayward teammates, I’m just a floor below.” Though it was strange, he was truly trying to make at least one friend here in his first few days.
"Why thank-you, Kite, I'll be sure to ask if I need help with them then." Yukimura said, truly meaning it, since Kite seemed to be such an interesting person. He seemed to have made a good friend in Kite, and he was happy to have had the chance to meet him at camp.
Crossing his arms over his chest and casting a look about, he smiled again. “I doubt you will need the assistance though. But you will let me know if any Higa bothers you. Not that there’s more than two.. I think you understand that I need to take care of my own, just as you take care of yours.’
"Of course," Yukimura said, smiling, "I do hope no problems occur with Higa though."
He laughed again, though it was a rather harsh sounding laugh. “You really need not worry about that. Other than a bit of rough play on the court, I can promise I’ll keep the violence towards you and yours to a minimum. I would hate to have to thrown down with Sanada.” Though a part of him wanted to in a way. It was rare to go against a really skilled fighter, even one who was a swordsman and not hand to hand as he favored.
"I'm sure Sanada feels the same way, especially if you prevent him from getting at his raw meat." Yukimura answered, knowing what Sanada was like when deprived of meat.
He raised an eyebrow. “Raw meat? Really.” And he thought his likes were strange. “Remind me that at some point I really must eat with him. I’ve heard, but I’ve always wanting to see the tigers at the zoo up close and personal.”
"Yes," Yukimura responded, "I believe he drinks chlorophyll juice with it, he's probably the only one with a digestive system strong enough to take it. I belive Niou got sick trying to out-eat him."
The martial artist smiled again and snickered. He couldn’t help himself. It was pretty funny to think that there was such competitiveness even now that they were older. It was nice to know that he wasn’t the only one which such a fighting spirit. “I think I probably could. But this isn’t a competition…Not yet anyway.”
"Perhaps," Yukimura said, smiling serenely, "Would you like some cucumbers or tomatoes? There are some ripe ones and I don't really have much to do with them."
Kite bent to gather up all the pots carefully. He seemed to not mind that his hands were full. Though he might have some paranoia, it wasn’t so bad that he felt he had to have both hands free. “I think I would like that very much, Yukimura. I would rather prefer fresh vegetables to the bagged stuff that serve in the cafeteria. But only those that you can’t use for yourself. I don’t wish to seem demanding.”
"It'd alright. Once they begin being ripe, there are plenty all the time. I find homegrown vegetable much more satisfying, but the ones I have would probably end up in the cafeteria if I didn't share them." Yukimura said, grabbing the few leftover pots and leading the way back into the dorms.
Kite follows, pausing on the third floor staircase. “Would you mind terribly if I put these in my room?” He wouldn’t mind Yukimura in his room though it was pretty much empty. It only had the things the dorm room was supposed to have. At the moment, the only things that were his was a sewing machine in a corner, a box of Goya, and his clothing. Nothing else. Totally Spartan compared to others.
"I thought you might want to go there first," Yukimura responded with a smile. Heading to Kite's room, he waited as the other man opened the door.
Kite had to put the pots down to unlock the door. He swung it open to carry them to the large window. “I seem to be like you. I’m lucky enough not to have a roommate. I suppose they think I’m not all that keen on sharing my space with anyone.” There was a pause, while he shifted the box he’d yet to unpack. It was most likely some sort martial arts equipment. “Do feel free to visit if you want.”
"Why thank you," Yukimura said, looking around the room. It was nice, in a plain sort of way. That would change when the goyas began growing though.
“Oh course.” He lay the pots in the light of the window. He turned back to Yukimura and laughed slightly. It was a wonder the other had filled up so much room so quickly. He returned to the other and seemed to be waiting to lock up again. “and of course when I get a space heater in here, it won’t be as roomy…”
"Yes, I'm sure it will be cozy though," Yukimura said, waiting at the door for Kite to accompany him to his room to pick up the vegetables/fruits.
Kite nodded and locked his door before they left to Yukimura’s floor. “It’s not about being cozy, Yukimura. It’s about being warm. I heard it…snows here.” He frowned darkly. He followed behind, seeming more used to it now. He didn’t look over his shoudler as often this trip.
Reaching his room and opening the door, Yukimura picked up one of his harvesting baskets, bringing it over to Kite. It had carrots, potatoes, cucumbers and tomatoes in it, and it was rather heavy.
"Here's one of the baskets," Yukimura said, "You can have it, since I have a few more where that came from."
Kite hefted the basket with surprising ease. He looked at the vegetables with a smile. “I am definitely making stir-fry with this all. Perhaps over a camp fire. I haven’t made a survival camp lunch in a while. Though it won’t be the same without some sea bass spear fished. It will do though. Thank you.”
"Your welcome," Yukimura said, smiling happily, "the rest of this stuff will probably go to the kitchen sometime."
Shifting the basket to one arm, Kite leaned against a wall by the door. Somehow managing to look slightly dangerous while carrying a giant wicker basket of produce. “Ahh..I’ll make sure to give compliments to the gardener when I partake then.” There was a pause. “And perhaps at some point we’ll have lunch together. I’m sure with your friend eating bloody meat you wouldn’t mind eating with a person reputed to eat kittens after kicking puppies and punching nuns…”
"I'm sure you don't do all that. I don't think it would be very easy to find a nun to punch around here, and I'm certainly no nun, so I'd love to have lunch with you." Yukimura said, watching the dangerous looking buchou. He always had been attracted to danger and power after all.
Kite laughed suddenly, looking over the rim of his glasses. “You would be surprised. But if it makes you rest easier at night…I’ve never kicked a puppy or ate a kitten… But yes, I would have to agree, you would certainly make a very poor nun. And you might be healthy enough now, but I would be a poor excuse for a fighter if I decided to punch you. So you’re relatively safe from me.” Relatively, because no matter how polite he was, there as always that completive violent sadistic buchou lurking, just waiting for reason to strike.
"That's very reassuring," Yukimura said, only half-meaning what he said.
There was another small laugh and Kite shook his head slightly as if amused. “I meant it not to be. Old habits and all. There’s little chance, as I doubt you are foolish enough to seek me out during my shadow boxing practice when my blood runs hottest. After all, I’d hate to make you an enemy after making you a friend.”
"I believe I'll stay away from shadow boxing then," Yukimura said, retreating into his room, "I shall see you tomorrow then?"
Kite nodded once and turned to exit the door. He looked over one shoulder and nodded again. “Of course. I rather do enjoy your work out regimen, even if it is a little lax for myself… and of course, at lunch.”