"What do you mean Niko sent you?" Ryo snapped when one of their teachers led two mages into their library. Tsuyoshi gave Ryo a pointed look, telling him without words to behave and that Niko wouldn't want him to get his temper up. When Ryo inhaled than exhaled, and gave Tsuyoshi the biggest (and fakest) smile he could muster, Tsuyoshi walked out of the room, leaving the six to their own devices.
"Niklaren Goldeye," Shige said stiffly, "requested for our help, more of." His eyes darted from Koyama who was standing silently next to him, allowing him to talk and gauging the reaction of the other three in the room. While Ryo was standing directly in front of them (only a few feet from the door), Yamapi had his nose buried in some book, sitting on top of a table not too far away - trying to keep from not looking too interested in their conversation, but obviously keeping an ear out in case something important was said. Massu and Tegoshi were sitting at the table behind Yamapi's, crowded over a piece of paper - low murmurs exchanged between them and pen scratching against wood.
Shige's eyes darted back to Ryo's. "Don't believe it," Ryo scoffed, arms folding against his chest. "You're academics."
"You say that with such disdain." Ryo's eyes narrowed. "Even academic magic is considered magic."
Wind picked up in the room and Koyama's hand gripped onto Shige's suddenly, but Shige's eyes never left Ryo's, stern and unwavering.
"Ryo-tan," Tegoshi called from the table, his eyes never leaving the sheet in front of him. "Your wind's picking up." Slowly, very slowly, the wind started to die down; Koyama's grip loosened with it.
There was a dull silence when Koyama dropped his hand, his eye catching sight of even Yamapi's attention being caught by the two, who had yet to break eye lock.
"Didn't even bat an eye," Ryo said, voice somewhat impressed.
Shige exhaled. "Master Goldeye warned us about you."
Ryo barked out a laugh, turning around to the remaining empty table. "Of course he did. Why don't you sit down and tell me how exactly you're supposed to help?"
Koyama watched as Shige followed behind Ryo, keeping a wary eye on Tegoshi and Massu, as though afraid they may attack him at any moment, but none comes (they were too busy arguing over the last frame).
A hand clapped him on the back. "Your friend has balls," Yamapi said, approvingly. "Nobody stands up to Ryo like that. I think he was actually impressed."
Koyama laughed shakily. "I don't think Shige was standing so much as he couldn't even muster up the strength to do much of anything else."
Yamapi laughed - sincere, hearty. "Either ways, I think we should be able to work well together."
"Even though we're academic mages?" Koyama asked curious - not accusing in the least.
"Ryo-chan's just wary after so many had passed him over, saying he didn't have magic and that he was haunted. You know how it goes." Koyama's eyebrow went up as Yamapi grinned. "He's gotten over it."
"Right." Koyama's eye went back to the two at the table - Shige had sheets upon sheets of plans he'd been coming up with during their journey to the Winding Circle. Ryo was waving them away one by one, without moving a finger, complaining loudly that this is the best an Academic could come up with? He wondered if Yamapi was really right. In all accounts.
"What do you mean Niko sent you?" Ryo snapped when one of their teachers led two mages into their library. Tsuyoshi gave Ryo a pointed look, telling him without words to behave and that Niko wouldn't want him to get his temper up. When Ryo inhaled than exhaled, and gave Tsuyoshi the biggest (and fakest) smile he could muster, Tsuyoshi walked out of the room, leaving the six to their own devices.
"Niklaren Goldeye," Shige said stiffly, "requested for our help, more of." His eyes darted from Koyama who was standing silently next to him, allowing him to talk and gauging the reaction of the other three in the room. While Ryo was standing directly in front of them (only a few feet from the door), Yamapi had his nose buried in some book, sitting on top of a table not too far away - trying to keep from not looking too interested in their conversation, but obviously keeping an ear out in case something important was said. Massu and Tegoshi were sitting at the table behind Yamapi's, crowded over a piece of paper - low murmurs exchanged between them and pen scratching against wood.
Shige's eyes darted back to Ryo's. "Don't believe it," Ryo scoffed, arms folding against his chest. "You're academics."
"You say that with such disdain." Ryo's eyes narrowed. "Even academic magic is considered magic."
Wind picked up in the room and Koyama's hand gripped onto Shige's suddenly, but Shige's eyes never left Ryo's, stern and unwavering.
"Ryo-tan," Tegoshi called from the table, his eyes never leaving the sheet in front of him. "Your wind's picking up." Slowly, very slowly, the wind started to die down; Koyama's grip loosened with it.
There was a dull silence when Koyama dropped his hand, his eye catching sight of even Yamapi's attention being caught by the two, who had yet to break eye lock.
"Didn't even bat an eye," Ryo said, voice somewhat impressed.
Shige exhaled. "Master Goldeye warned us about you."
Ryo barked out a laugh, turning around to the remaining empty table. "Of course he did. Why don't you sit down and tell me how exactly you're supposed to help?"
Koyama watched as Shige followed behind Ryo, keeping a wary eye on Tegoshi and Massu, as though afraid they may attack him at any moment, but none comes (they were too busy arguing over the last frame).
A hand clapped him on the back. "Your friend has balls," Yamapi said, approvingly. "Nobody stands up to Ryo like that. I think he was actually impressed."
Koyama laughed shakily. "I don't think Shige was standing so much as he couldn't even muster up the strength to do much of anything else."
Yamapi laughed - sincere, hearty. "Either ways, I think we should be able to work well together."
"Even though we're academic mages?" Koyama asked curious - not accusing in the least.
"Ryo-chan's just wary after so many had passed him over, saying he didn't have magic and that he was haunted. You know how it goes." Koyama's eyebrow went up as Yamapi grinned. "He's gotten over it."
"Right." Koyama's eye went back to the two at the table - Shige had sheets upon sheets of plans he'd been coming up with during their journey to the Winding Circle. Ryo was waving them away one by one, without moving a finger, complaining loudly that this is the best an Academic could come up with? He wondered if Yamapi was really right. In all accounts.
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