Log: Aliens
Who: Yukimura Seiichi and Hiyoshi Wakashi
What: Hiyoshi goes alien hunting and Yukimura joins him, deciding to have some fun while he's there.
Where: At the shrine
When: Yesterday
Rating: I dunno...very extremely low...unless you could aliens to be a mature subject matter
Comments: Can you tell I was bored? =D
It was late. Hiyoshi probably should have been heading back to his room soon, but he was determined to wait it out just a bit longer, just in case. He'd been out here for the past few nights already and had seen nothing indicating anything even remotely alien-like. He leaned back with a sigh, another thirty minutes wouldn't hurt.
Yukimura stepped up the last stair to the shrine, not even sweating from the exertion. Smiling as he looked up at the stars, he looked around for someone else. Spoting Hiyoshi, his eyes glinded slightly with mischief. "Hello Hiyoshi-kun," he greeted, walking over to the musroom boy, "Are you waiting for aliens?"
Hiyoshi looked up and turned quickly. "Yukimura-senpai!" He nodded at the question. "I am but, what are you doing here?" He hadn't expected anyone else to show up.
Yukimura thought for a moment before answering. "I'm trying to send a signal to my ship," he said, his smile widening slightly, "Earth has gotten a bit boring. I was thinking of blowing it up."
Hiyoshi stared at Yukimura for a moment, not sure if he should believe the older male. Why would Yukimura tell him something like that? "Signal?" He asked cautiously, standing up.
"A message," Yukimura clarified, still smiling, "It's easier to send them from a high place," he explained, looking up at the sky dreamily.
"Why tell me this?" Hiyoshi crossed his arms. "Wouldn't you want things like that to be secret...?"
"It's alright since you won't tell anyone," Yukimura said, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and finding a bench to sit on, "Saying something is secret is an invitation to tell someone."
"How are you so sure I won't tell?" Hiyoshi frowned slightly.
"Because if you tell I'll have to wipe your mind," Yukimura said, a hint of sadness in his voice.
“How do I even know that you're an alien...?" Hiyoshi asked. Niou he could probably prove sometime in the future. If Niou's possibly unborn child was an alien, there was his proof for him. Yukimura was a different story.
"I suppose you'll just have to believe me or not," Yukimura said, adjusting his jacket slightly, "It really doesn't make a difference. How do you know that everyone in the camp isn't an alien and you're the only human here?"
Okay. He was definitely not the only human here. And he just knew that no one from Hyoutei was an alien. He would have definitely known if any of them were. "Not everyone here's an alien..." He mumbled.
"Or maybe you're an alien and your parents just forgot to tell you?" Yukimura suggested, smiling and pulling a tennis ball out of his pocket, throwing it up in the air and catching it a a few times.
"I am not an alien!" Hiyoshi argued. His parents would have told him if he was. Right? "How can you be sure?" Yukimura asked, smiling as he pulled out a racket and bounced the ball on it's face, "They could be waiting until you're a certain age to tell you..."
"I think I would know if I were one or not." Hiyoshi explained.
"Are you sure?" Yukimura asked, standing up (while still bouncing the ball) and touching Hiyoshi's mushroom shaped hair. "You're hair doesn't seem quite earthly," he commented, switching to the frame of
the racket.
Hiyoshi pulled away from the hand. "My hair is fine." Hiyoshi frowned.
"I suppose it is a style somewhere in the milky way," Yukimura said, running a hand through his hair as he continued absentmindedly bouncing the tennis ball.
Hiyoshi's frown deepened. "My hair is perfectly normal..."
"If you insist," Yukimura said, twirling the racket without interrupting his bouncing of the ball, "Did you know that Niou's hair colour is natural?" Yukimura asked, a serious tone to his voice.
Hiyoshi blinked. "It...is...?"
"Of course," Yukimura said, smiling and sitting back on the bench, bouncing the ball higher and leaning back, "Didn't you know that?"
"No..." He'd never really paid much attention to Niou's hair or anything.
Yukimura smiled, "Well now you do. See that yellow star over there?" he asked, pointing at the sky.
Hiyoshi looked up into the direction that Yukimura was pointing. He nodded slowly.
"That is my favorite star," he informed Hiyoshi, now alternating between bouncing the ball on the face of the racket and the frame, "It reminds me of home."
Hiyoshi looked from the star to Yukimura then back to the star. "Right...."
"Do you have a favorite star?" Yukimura asked, tilting his head slightly to one side.
He shook his head. Hiyoshi didn't stare up at the stars enough to have a favorite one. What was the point anyway. They all were the same to him.
"Hmm... A favorite colour then?" Yukimura asked thoughtfully, ignoring the ball he was bouncing for the moment, pinning Hiyoshi with a piercing stare.
"I don't have one." he answered.
"Then you must be an alien," Yukimura said, smiling as if he was a cat that had caught the bird it had been eyeing, "I myself have it on good authority that aliens seldom have favorite colours."
"I..." Hiyoshi tried to find something to say. He wasn't an alien. He couldn't be. It didn't make any sense.
Yukimura smiled, "That's alright, I haven't got a favorite colour either," he said, pulling another tennis ball out of his pocket and bouncing that on his racket as well.
"Not everyone has a favorite color." Hiyoshi said after a moment. "It doesn't make me an alien..." It was strange. as much as he wanted to actually find an alien, he didn't want to be one.
"Of course, You might really be just a human with no favorite colour," Yukimura said nodding to himself solemnly, "Just like some aliens do have a favorite colour. Just ask Yagyuu, he likes green."
"I think I should be going now." Hiyoshi said quickly, wanting to get out of the conversation. Yukimura was becoming just plain creepy to him.
"Alright then," Yukimura said, standing up and catching both the balls he was bouncing, pocketing them before heading back down to his room to trim on of his bonsai. That had been fun... Perhaps he should talk to the mushroom boy more often.
"I'll see you some other time Yukimura-sempai." Hiyoshi said before quickly leaving.
What: Hiyoshi goes alien hunting and Yukimura joins him, deciding to have some fun while he's there.
Where: At the shrine
When: Yesterday
Rating: I dunno...very extremely low...unless you could aliens to be a mature subject matter
Comments: Can you tell I was bored? =D
It was late. Hiyoshi probably should have been heading back to his room soon, but he was determined to wait it out just a bit longer, just in case. He'd been out here for the past few nights already and had seen nothing indicating anything even remotely alien-like. He leaned back with a sigh, another thirty minutes wouldn't hurt.
Yukimura stepped up the last stair to the shrine, not even sweating from the exertion. Smiling as he looked up at the stars, he looked around for someone else. Spoting Hiyoshi, his eyes glinded slightly with mischief. "Hello Hiyoshi-kun," he greeted, walking over to the musroom boy, "Are you waiting for aliens?"
Hiyoshi looked up and turned quickly. "Yukimura-senpai!" He nodded at the question. "I am but, what are you doing here?" He hadn't expected anyone else to show up.
Yukimura thought for a moment before answering. "I'm trying to send a signal to my ship," he said, his smile widening slightly, "Earth has gotten a bit boring. I was thinking of blowing it up."
Hiyoshi stared at Yukimura for a moment, not sure if he should believe the older male. Why would Yukimura tell him something like that? "Signal?" He asked cautiously, standing up.
"A message," Yukimura clarified, still smiling, "It's easier to send them from a high place," he explained, looking up at the sky dreamily.
"Why tell me this?" Hiyoshi crossed his arms. "Wouldn't you want things like that to be secret...?"
"It's alright since you won't tell anyone," Yukimura said, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and finding a bench to sit on, "Saying something is secret is an invitation to tell someone."
"How are you so sure I won't tell?" Hiyoshi frowned slightly.
"Because if you tell I'll have to wipe your mind," Yukimura said, a hint of sadness in his voice.
“How do I even know that you're an alien...?" Hiyoshi asked. Niou he could probably prove sometime in the future. If Niou's possibly unborn child was an alien, there was his proof for him. Yukimura was a different story.
"I suppose you'll just have to believe me or not," Yukimura said, adjusting his jacket slightly, "It really doesn't make a difference. How do you know that everyone in the camp isn't an alien and you're the only human here?"
Okay. He was definitely not the only human here. And he just knew that no one from Hyoutei was an alien. He would have definitely known if any of them were. "Not everyone here's an alien..." He mumbled.
"Or maybe you're an alien and your parents just forgot to tell you?" Yukimura suggested, smiling and pulling a tennis ball out of his pocket, throwing it up in the air and catching it a a few times.
"I am not an alien!" Hiyoshi argued. His parents would have told him if he was. Right? "How can you be sure?" Yukimura asked, smiling as he pulled out a racket and bounced the ball on it's face, "They could be waiting until you're a certain age to tell you..."
"I think I would know if I were one or not." Hiyoshi explained.
"Are you sure?" Yukimura asked, standing up (while still bouncing the ball) and touching Hiyoshi's mushroom shaped hair. "You're hair doesn't seem quite earthly," he commented, switching to the frame of
the racket.
Hiyoshi pulled away from the hand. "My hair is fine." Hiyoshi frowned.
"I suppose it is a style somewhere in the milky way," Yukimura said, running a hand through his hair as he continued absentmindedly bouncing the tennis ball.
Hiyoshi's frown deepened. "My hair is perfectly normal..."
"If you insist," Yukimura said, twirling the racket without interrupting his bouncing of the ball, "Did you know that Niou's hair colour is natural?" Yukimura asked, a serious tone to his voice.
Hiyoshi blinked. "It...is...?"
"Of course," Yukimura said, smiling and sitting back on the bench, bouncing the ball higher and leaning back, "Didn't you know that?"
"No..." He'd never really paid much attention to Niou's hair or anything.
Yukimura smiled, "Well now you do. See that yellow star over there?" he asked, pointing at the sky.
Hiyoshi looked up into the direction that Yukimura was pointing. He nodded slowly.
"That is my favorite star," he informed Hiyoshi, now alternating between bouncing the ball on the face of the racket and the frame, "It reminds me of home."
Hiyoshi looked from the star to Yukimura then back to the star. "Right...."
"Do you have a favorite star?" Yukimura asked, tilting his head slightly to one side.
He shook his head. Hiyoshi didn't stare up at the stars enough to have a favorite one. What was the point anyway. They all were the same to him.
"Hmm... A favorite colour then?" Yukimura asked thoughtfully, ignoring the ball he was bouncing for the moment, pinning Hiyoshi with a piercing stare.
"I don't have one." he answered.
"Then you must be an alien," Yukimura said, smiling as if he was a cat that had caught the bird it had been eyeing, "I myself have it on good authority that aliens seldom have favorite colours."
"I..." Hiyoshi tried to find something to say. He wasn't an alien. He couldn't be. It didn't make any sense.
Yukimura smiled, "That's alright, I haven't got a favorite colour either," he said, pulling another tennis ball out of his pocket and bouncing that on his racket as well.
"Not everyone has a favorite color." Hiyoshi said after a moment. "It doesn't make me an alien..." It was strange. as much as he wanted to actually find an alien, he didn't want to be one.
"Of course, You might really be just a human with no favorite colour," Yukimura said nodding to himself solemnly, "Just like some aliens do have a favorite colour. Just ask Yagyuu, he likes green."
"I think I should be going now." Hiyoshi said quickly, wanting to get out of the conversation. Yukimura was becoming just plain creepy to him.
"Alright then," Yukimura said, standing up and catching both the balls he was bouncing, pocketing them before heading back down to his room to trim on of his bonsai. That had been fun... Perhaps he should talk to the mushroom boy more often.
"I'll see you some other time Yukimura-sempai." Hiyoshi said before quickly leaving.