Log: Of Macho Men and Morality Issues part2 [Sakaki and Kabaji]
Who: Kabaji and Sakaki
What: Kabaji gets help with his ability, Sakaki shows remarkable restraint
When: 10 January.
Where: Sakai’s bordello Office
Rating: PG15
He rolled a little onto his side to just look at the man as he cleaned his hands off. He didn’t really want drooling or clamoring. He had just wanted to fit in with all the other handsome and beautiful people at this school. But that was like arguing and he wouldn’t say that. Instead, he wondered how it was that he wasn’t having his usual trouble. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was just so relaxed now. He was like that with animals too. Around them, he felt relaxed. He didn’t feel the worry or the intimidation that made him stumble over every word in an extreme effort to either not say something stupid or...not say something that could have potential damaging effects due to his ability. He couldn’t worry when he felt like this.
“I don’t know if that’ll be possible, but I’ll try. I’ll do whatever exercises you think will work for me.” He would work hard, quite possibly harder than a great many other students that might have passed through these doors over the years. “I’ll try really hard and I won’t give up until I meet with your expectations.” With either speaking or his abilities. Hell, if Sakaki told him to do 1000 one armed pushups a day, he would, it that was what it would take to make it so he could talk to others without the monstrous efforts he was using to do so right now.
Sakaki certainly liked the sudden mental image he had of Kabaji doing one-armed pushups, especially dressed (or undressed) as he was now. He stood only enough to sit on his loveseat and cross his legs (to hide the beginnings of what could be a very annoying erection). “It is possible. One of the biggest obstacles for you is believing it’s possible. You already have the ability to speak confidently and clearly, it’s just a matter of convincing yourself you’re not going to cause some tragedy - convincing yourself you have the power to control your destiny and what you do with your special gifts.” He stretched a hand along the back of the loveseat, trying to appear casual while he checked out the nearly naked boy on the floor again, admiring some of his handiwork. “Fighting against your reservations will be a difficult, laborious process, but I know it will be worth it. You have a lovely voice Kabaji-kun, you should let people hear it.”
He sat up finally, remaining on the floor. He looked only slightly up at the man in the chair. He looked so elegant and he imagined himself trying to sit like that one day. It was a ridiculous image and he shook his head to rid himself of it. He would never be as cool and refined as Sakaki. He could imitate all he wanted in his spare time, when no one was watching, but he knew that sort of confidence was something instilled from birth. He just didn’t have what it took to be that at ease.
He stretched a little, enjoying the wonder of non-hurting anything. He nodded at the other a little. It would be hard. He knew that and he wanted to try...he wanted to...his face went red at the compliment and he looked down. Nodding became a small shaking of the head, in a no motion. His voice dwelled in a basement that few other male voices had discovered. Low and quiet. “I...don’t know.” He murmured. “I was always told that you speak when you have important things to say. Too many people say a lot of things all the time.” Like the roommate he had had while Zaizen had been away. That one had talked about a million different things all at once and few of them were actually all that important. He had still listened because it was rude to interrupt, that and maybe it was all important to him. “So...because of what I do, words have to be saved for important things.” That and he could communicate well enough without them. He and one of Sakaki’s other students, Liliadent, had numerous conversations without a single word spoken the entire time.
“Because of what you can do,” Sakaki corrected, “Words have to be chosen with care, yes. However, that should not mean they should have power over you. You should never be subservient to your abilities, they are tools to be used, nothing more.” With a snap of his fingers, the music in the room changed to a smooth jazz. Another snap changed it to hard rock. A third snap shifted to opera. Finally, the music settled back to the soothing melodies they had listened to during the massage. “Much better than having to constantly listen to the perpetual soundtrack to my emotions, don’t you think?” he asked, especially thankful as, without the strong filter and barrier to his powers, they’d be listening to rather debauched porn music at the moment.
For a moment, the music in the room seemed to switch from genre to genre as if Sakaki had decided to channel surf. He looked up and marveled at how effortless that was. Even more that the record hadn’t been switched or dials hadn’t been messed with. He sat in awe for a long moment. To have that sort of control... Did this teacher really think he could have that kind of control one day? That one day, he might be able to say fire or ocean or a million other nouns without the constant fear that they would actually appear.
“I suppose it is better. I don’t think I’d like that.” He admitted. He already wore his heart on his sleeve. Most people would know his emotional state just by looking at him. But to be followed around by music coming from nowhere. His heart went out to the man. How embarrassing had that been? To be doing something neat and to have some mildly heroic background music in the background, or trying to be sneaky and having that there to foil him. He gave that look of understanding and compassion to the man. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that.” Even if the man had no idea what his mind had just thought up, he was still apologizing for those imagined embarrassments. “I’m glad you don’t have to anymore.”
Once more, he looked down. “What should I do?” He wondered, “about all the things I’ll be ending up making while you teach me.” Because he understood that there would be a lot of misfires along the way. He didn’t want to be drowning in stuff and he was sure the man would have no use for half the things that would probably appear.
Sakaki smiled. He had had something of a reclusive childhood, being the entitled rich brat did estrange him from a great deal of his classmates. It had made him very unwilling to control any of his powers when they had first manifested, as his classmates began to view him as some sort of untouchable elite.
It had only been several years later when he had accidentally gotten someone killed with his powers that he realized how dangerous he could be. Mortified, he had tried to contain his abilities on his own, but his parents knew he couldn’t do it alone. The next few years were not kind to him, an adolescent going through several difficult phases on top of trying to reign in mutant powers that had been allowed to run rampant for years. But he had persevered and eventually came to rule over his gifts, rather than letting them rule him.
“I’m sure we will find uses for everything I make you make,” he told the boy, “Rather, I will already have a use for things in mind when I ask you to make them.” He already had a few items in mind that school desperately needed, perhaps those would be the first things on his list.
Kabaji nodded. It would be good to have a list to work on. Maybe part of the training would be learning how to read down the entire list and only make certain things but not others. Picking and choosing instead of the words picking and choosing for him as they often did when he read written sentences out loud. (something he didn’t do often. He had yet to read anything out loud in classes here).
He reached to the pants he had removed to start pulling them on. It was quite a sight. It took quite a bit of tugging and writhing and struggling and some rather interesting squashing and stuffing before he managed to get them back on. “Can...bigger pants be first on the list?” he wondered out loud even as he zipped up. He was okay without his shirt on a little longer. Back home he would often go around the house shirtless all summer long. Mostly because no one was there but his family. He didn’t go out into the public without one of them or his older sister with him.
Much as he hated to see those pants go back on, Sakaki found it in himself to chuckle good-naturedly. “Of course... Why don’t you just make yourself some bigger pants right now? The contortions you had to put yourself through to squeeze yourself into your pants just now did not appear pleasant in the least.” His own manhood ached simply watching Kabaji manhandle himself into his own pants. “In fact, I think I insist.” The fact that such a feat would necessitate the boy taking off his own pants again was a strict bonus. He even had a measuring tape in his desk drawer, just incase Kabaji didn’t precisely know his size.
“That’s why I usually don’t wear undershorts.” he informed, as if it was something normal to say. He didn’t think the teacher would think him odd for that nor judge him. His lack was simply out of comfort. He had just worn them today because he had hoped the pants would still fit well with them on. He smiled a little more at the man’s insistence that he use his ability again.
Padding over to the desk, he once more borrowed the paper and pen. “I will make sure you have paper and things for what I use.” At least until he no longer needed such crutches as writing. Carefully, he started to try to think about what to write. He supposed trousers would be best. He knew he could add descriptors. So maybe...he wondered if he could make something as specific as uniform trousers. He would try. Also this way, the man could see again just how his ability functioned. He still frowned and went to show the man what he had written.
“Does that look right? If I write the wrong thing, anything could appear. It could be short shorts or the word could just not trigger.” He had only had a few things actually blow up in his face, but only because he had really really misspelled a word.
Looking at Kabaji’s paper, Sakaki thought of all the ways it might backfire. “Would it help if you created a lengthier description of the noun you want? Add your measurements to the word you’ve written perhaps? That way it’s more likely that your pants come out and actually fit.”
He sat next to the man, large body wedging so they both fit. “Well, as far as my ability goes, I’ve never written anything really long. It’s always been simple things. I can add a description. Like..if I were to write for a specific color or even number but I’ve never been that specific before. I don’t even know if it would work at all. The more words, the more complicated. You see...in this case, triple extra large trousers is a lot easier to make than a very specific size or color...” And he was already making it difficult because he had had to put a color in the words he had written. “But since I’m sure you want me to try..” He wrote down some impressively large numbers for a single pair of pants.
“Here I go...” He murmured the lengthy description and waited. He could never tell the exact point when he willed reality to warp to create. He wasn’t as skilled as Oiji that could just pull things from mid-air. But he was relieved when pants did appear in his hands...even if they were the the wrong color by about three shades.
Sakaki hid his frown well. He had hoped he would have to break out his measuring tape and get up close and personal with Kabaji’s inseam. Still, he was pleased when the pants materialized successfully. “Well, if they fit, you can wear them casually and keep trying to conjure pants until you get some that are the correct color; I’m sure, given the circumstances, Ryuuzaki-sensei would overlook the fact your pants aren’t quite the colour they should be.” He looked from the pants to Kabaji’s general groin region, “Well? Try them on.”
The request meant he had to stand up again and once more take a considerable effort to get a pair of pants down without losing his boxerbriefs too. As he did, he confided in the man. “It’s hard to be so big. Sometimes I think I would have an easier time in America or some other country. But I couldn’t leave home for those places. I wouldn’t know what to do. I only came here because I knew this place would be a good place and help me learn what to do.” He could just suffer the joys of being a huge man in a country of much smaller people. “I don’t even fit in bed right until I requested a bigger one. I’m happy Ryuuzaki-sensei approved of the request.” It was so nice to be able to just talk to someone.
Once out of them, he bent over to get the new ones on. They took much less effort, however they didn’t show off half as much as the other pair had. The last had been purposely smaller by at least a size, probably because the ladies at the shop had wanted to see how they stretched over his rear and thighs. He didn’t even have to squish or shove his delicate parts to make himself comfortable.
Sakaki very much appreciated watching Kabaji struggle out of his pants, nearly taking his undergarments with him and giving the teacher a very tantalizing glimpse of a well-maintained (and thus highly arousing) treasure trail along the way. As much as he preferred the tighter pants that made the boy’s ass particularly appealing, he approved of the way Kabaji seemed all but blissful as he effortlessly slid into the new garment. These pants did not show off his assets as well as the other ones did, but he was sure they was more comfortable and that was the point of the exercise, after all.
He did feel much better in them. He even did a few small stretches, something he couldn’t do. If he attempted to touch his toes in his other pants, they probably would have split right down the back. It was nice to finally have something that fit right. He then turned to smile at the teacher, the honest innocent grin of someone who didn’t have to cram themselves into something far too small for them. “I hope Ryuuzaki-sensei lets me keep them until I can make them right. If not...” He eyed his other pants. He would suffer because Kabaji wasn’t one to break rules. He was truly a good boy and he tried not to make any waves. “I can deal with it a little longer.” He concluded. It was obvious though which he preferred. Fortunate for him, objects he made had permanence. Once they were created, they were real, so it meant he could keep those pants he had on, if the headmaster allowed it. “Maybe you could explain to her my problem?” Since the teacher was so good with words and so willing to speak for him with the art department.
“I will speak to both Ryuuzaki-sensei and the teacher responsible for the art students,” Sakaki proclaimed. He nodded appreciatively. “I suspect those pants are a great improvement over what you had before,” he said. “Unless Ryuuzaki-sensei is waiting for you to rip your uniform during class and have you not wearing anything beneath it, I’m sure she will understand. It’s only reasonable.” He didn’t say how much he might enjoy such an event, however, but he would never say as much in front of someone who clearly held him in such high regard, bordering on hero worship (though, his mind protested, Ohtori had suffered from a similar affliction and he had turned into quite the enthusiastic playmate).
He smiled broader. This man really was a wonderful person! He didn’t know how those bad rumors even got started. Surely they were just jealous because Sakaki was just that great of a person to go that far for him. “Thank you so much.” He bowed his head a little bit. He was going to end up owing this man so much, but he didn’t mind that. Sakaki was a ‘good person’ and Kabaji was okay owing good people favors. “And maybe seeing that helps you some with my lesson plans?” Because he remembered the man would be asking a friend about his specific abilities. Maybe that had helped to show just how narrow or broad his creation ability could reach. “I just have a limit on size. Cars are as big as I go.” Mostly because of the sheer amount of power it would probably take to manifest something larger. Manifest and anchor in reality. But maybe working with this man would help him up his limit too. He had certainly upped his speech limit talking to the man as result of the massage (which he was still feeling the blissful effects of, well after the fact).
“You’re welcome,” Sakaki answered, smiling broadly - mostly because Kabaji still hadn’t put his shirt back on and the view was still very enjoyable. “Yes, knowing your capabilities and your current limits will help me in designing something suitable for your specific needs. I’m sure my... associate and I will be able to get to the root of your powers and help you expand your limits safely and with control.” He paused in a moment, “Kabaji-kun, would you allow me to speak in detail about your powers with my friend? I wouldn’t want to reveal your secrets without your consent. I will tell you my friend is one of the other teachers at this school.”
He didn’t want to have too many people knowing what he did. The more people who knew, the more people where were that might try to manipulate him into using it for things he would rather not. But he trusted the teacher. He trusted Sakaki not to put him in harm’s way. The man had his best interests at heart. He was still hesitant about it but he found himself nodding slowly. The other person was a teacher, so that was okay then. He was sure the teachers were already aware of the basics of his skill. “You can. You are more than allowed to tell your friend about me.” He walked over to the man. He was no longer slouching. He was standing at his full proud height, which meant he towered over Sakaki. “I know that you aren’t the kind to misuse me or my ability. So tell who you see fit.”
Kabaji standing at his full height also meant Sakaki’s face was about at groin level. Sakaki’s complaint, however, was more that he had to look up instead of properly taking advantage of what was quite literally right in front of his face. “I will keep the details of our working together between us and my research-oriented acquaintance. I wouldn’t betray your confidence by telling anyone who was not directly related to this project.” He took the boy’s big hand in his. “I don’t like rumours. This friend of mine will be discretion itself.”
Being who he was, he had no idea just what sort of position he had himself in and continued to have himself in. He was just standing over the man because it was easier to talk to him like that. He smiled more at the hand in his, elegant and quite artistic. He thought it was strange to have someone hold his hand like that. Usually, it was Kabaji holding, and his hand usually dwarfed that which he held. He smiled wider and nodded. “I am grateful then. And don’t worry sensei. I never listen to rumors anyway. There were a lot of bad ones about me when I was home so I know how much they hurt and that they are never ever true.” Just in case the man thought that he might believe whatever rumors were floating around about Sakaki. “I’m glad you think the same way.” He really was. It meant that his secret was safe just a little longer.
Sakaki subtly balled his free hand into a fist to keep it from doing something inappropriate. When he had been massaging the boy’s thighs, he had seen more than a slight outline of what promised to be an impressive specimen, even when flaccid (though he very much wanted to know just how impressive it could get and, tangentially, if he could handle it). He was sure he could cop a feel if he stood quickly and pretended to stumble into Kabaji’s solid frame and pass it off as an accident, but such duplicity wasn’t how he operated. If he was going to reach out and feel someone up through his pants, he was going to make damn sure said person knew exactly what was going on. “I neither listen to or spread rumours, though I happen to know there are a great many floating around about me.” He very carefully neglected to mention a great number of said rumours were perfectly true, and thus... not really rumours at all. “It’s not worth my effort.”
He nodded slightly and started to pull his hand away from the man. He did it just so that he could gently put a hand on his shoulders. It was his silent statement, and the expression shown in his eyes. He believed in Sakaki. He had faith in him. He knew that a teacher would never be that inappropriate and he would never never think badly of him. He gave the most gentle of squeezes, aware that too much strength could hurt the man, then he let go. He murmured softly and stated, “My parents were wrong. There are good people in this world. People who won’t use me. People like you.”
Sakaki’s free hand (almost reluctantly) settled in his own lap, curled around his other hand, firmly out of harm’s way. Feeling those big hands settle on his shoulders (which, in their own right, were not small, as they had already broadened into his adult body), his eyes drifted upwards. The smile came easily, though it was slightly wry. He didn’t need to take advantage of Kabaji’s powers to get ahead in life, he had his own for that; however, given his exploits, he suspected there were many who would contest any claim that he was a wholly good person. “Your parents need to have more faith in your choice of companions,” he said.
He didn’t understand why that smile seemed a bit off but he just nodded. His parents need more faith in him in general. Even if their worry was pretty well founded, since Kabaji had already proven he was easily manipulated (even without powers in play), he thought they could at least give him the benefit of the doubt. Had Sakaki not been sitting, he probably would have hugged the man in thanks for that singular thought. He didn’t. Instead he finally pulled away to look for where he had put his shirt. “We’ll just have to prove that I’m able to be out in this world. You’ll help me with that.” The man had helped so much already. Once he left here, he’d probably keep speaking the way he was now, at least until the next day, when he got all self-conscious again.
“Of course I’ll help you,” Sakaki said, pushing himself smoothly to his feet, ostensibly to help look for Kabaji’s discarded shirt, but really to just watch the muscles in his back flex as he looked for his own shirt. He made a mental note that the next time he gave Kabaji a massage, use some sort of oil... or perhaps not because he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to keep the touches from getting inappropriate if that body was glistening with massage oil. He closed his eyes and let the pleasant shudder pass through him, hoping his trousers would conceal the unfortunate state of his lower body at the moment. “No matter what happens, we teachers are always behind you. I want you to know you can come and talk to me about anything. I’m always here to listen. If there’s anything you need that I can do for you,” he took a long look at the boy’s body, “Anything at all, you need only ask.”
Kabaji finally located his shirt. He was about to bend to get it when the man’s words stopped him. He couldn’t help it. For as overprotective his family had been of him, they had also been loving to him. So it was only natural for him to turn around on his heels and walk over to give the teacher a warm hug. He was careful not to crush his ribs or anything. It was a brief squeeze of thanks, trying to be careful not to pick the man off his feet either, something he could do effortlessly.
“Thank you so much.” He answered before letting the man go and going to get his shirt.
Sakaki hadn’t been expecting much of a reaction to his offer at all, so to suddenly have Kabaji’s warm, muscular body pressed tightly to his own, if even just for a moment, shut down several of his higher brain functions. He blushed and his nether regions practically hummed with excitement. “Uh... you’re welcome,” he muttered as soon as Kabaji went back to searching for his shirt, smoothing a shaky hand through his hair. “It’s nothing, really... I just want to help.”
Shirt found and he was pulling it on. As he did, he looked over his shoulder at the man, still smiling. He hoped he hadn’t broken some rule by hugging the man. He hadn’t been able to contain himself. “That is what makes you such a wonderful teacher.” He informed, making sure everything was back in place. And that was why Kabaji one day wanted to be just like this man.
“Thanks,” Sakaki murmured, staring at the floor. His face was a few shades of red darker and he didn’t know what to say. “It’s because I have students who are so eager to learn and a pleasure to teach...” he said after a moment spent composing himself, In more than just the classroom, he added to himself.
Completely clueless about what the man was thinking, he finished redressing before turning back to the man. He hoped that he could be one of those students. He wasn’t smart and he had a lot of work ahead of him, but he wanted to be considered one of Sakaki’s better students. “Should I come again next week about this time?” he wanted to know what the best time for this sort of thing was.
Sakaki’s mind blanked for a moment. Next week? he thought before remembering about the diction lessons. “Oh yes, of course. That should be fine. Please double-check with Niou-kun, my secretary, but I believe I should be available.” He walked over to his desk and pulled out a thick organizer. “If you ever feel the need for another massage, let me know. I think I enjoyed it as much as you did,” he said with a smile before he realized he had said that last part out loud. His eyes widened and he found himself holding his breath to see how Kabaji might react.
He would remember to schedule it with Niou. Because he didn’t want Sakaki to be terribly inconvenienced with him. He didn’t want to be a problem student at all. “Usu. I will.” he marveled at the huge datebook and frowned a little. Maybe...maybe he could change his mind. The man looked so busy, but he knew he needed to do this. If he didn’t, he would never be able to live alone with other people without fear or worry about his ability. Instead, he would attempt to make sure he didn’t get scheduled in a really busy day. He didn’t want the man to overwork.
He was about to say as much when the offer was given. Another... He turned and bowed deeply to the man, blurting out “I really feel great. I would be so greatful if you did again, some time.” Oh yes, he did enjoy it very much and he was glad that the man hadn’t hated doing it.
Sakaki smiled boldly. “Anytime,” he said, making a note to pick up a stress ball or something to strengthen the muscles in his hands. Perhaps next time such an opportunity for a massage might come on a day when Kabaji had decided to forgo undergarments, as he said he usually did. The thought made him almost gleeful, though he knew it was an unlikely fantasy.
Kabaji stopped once more at the door and bowed thankfully to the man once more. He would have a lot to think about now and a lot to practice and he couldn’t wait to be able to one day be able to speak as he had all the time. With one last mention of thanks, he exited to return to the rest of his day, amazingly free of pain.
Sighing heavily once he was alone, Sakaki locked the door behind Kabaji and retrieved a half-empty bottle from the bottom drawer of his desk. After spending so long relieving the stress in Kabaji’s body, he needed to spend a little time relieving his own.
What: Kabaji gets help with his ability, Sakaki shows remarkable restraint
When: 10 January.
Where: Sakai’s bordello Office
Rating: PG15
He rolled a little onto his side to just look at the man as he cleaned his hands off. He didn’t really want drooling or clamoring. He had just wanted to fit in with all the other handsome and beautiful people at this school. But that was like arguing and he wouldn’t say that. Instead, he wondered how it was that he wasn’t having his usual trouble. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was just so relaxed now. He was like that with animals too. Around them, he felt relaxed. He didn’t feel the worry or the intimidation that made him stumble over every word in an extreme effort to either not say something stupid or...not say something that could have potential damaging effects due to his ability. He couldn’t worry when he felt like this.
“I don’t know if that’ll be possible, but I’ll try. I’ll do whatever exercises you think will work for me.” He would work hard, quite possibly harder than a great many other students that might have passed through these doors over the years. “I’ll try really hard and I won’t give up until I meet with your expectations.” With either speaking or his abilities. Hell, if Sakaki told him to do 1000 one armed pushups a day, he would, it that was what it would take to make it so he could talk to others without the monstrous efforts he was using to do so right now.
Sakaki certainly liked the sudden mental image he had of Kabaji doing one-armed pushups, especially dressed (or undressed) as he was now. He stood only enough to sit on his loveseat and cross his legs (to hide the beginnings of what could be a very annoying erection). “It is possible. One of the biggest obstacles for you is believing it’s possible. You already have the ability to speak confidently and clearly, it’s just a matter of convincing yourself you’re not going to cause some tragedy - convincing yourself you have the power to control your destiny and what you do with your special gifts.” He stretched a hand along the back of the loveseat, trying to appear casual while he checked out the nearly naked boy on the floor again, admiring some of his handiwork. “Fighting against your reservations will be a difficult, laborious process, but I know it will be worth it. You have a lovely voice Kabaji-kun, you should let people hear it.”
He sat up finally, remaining on the floor. He looked only slightly up at the man in the chair. He looked so elegant and he imagined himself trying to sit like that one day. It was a ridiculous image and he shook his head to rid himself of it. He would never be as cool and refined as Sakaki. He could imitate all he wanted in his spare time, when no one was watching, but he knew that sort of confidence was something instilled from birth. He just didn’t have what it took to be that at ease.
He stretched a little, enjoying the wonder of non-hurting anything. He nodded at the other a little. It would be hard. He knew that and he wanted to try...he wanted to...his face went red at the compliment and he looked down. Nodding became a small shaking of the head, in a no motion. His voice dwelled in a basement that few other male voices had discovered. Low and quiet. “I...don’t know.” He murmured. “I was always told that you speak when you have important things to say. Too many people say a lot of things all the time.” Like the roommate he had had while Zaizen had been away. That one had talked about a million different things all at once and few of them were actually all that important. He had still listened because it was rude to interrupt, that and maybe it was all important to him. “So...because of what I do, words have to be saved for important things.” That and he could communicate well enough without them. He and one of Sakaki’s other students, Liliadent, had numerous conversations without a single word spoken the entire time.
“Because of what you can do,” Sakaki corrected, “Words have to be chosen with care, yes. However, that should not mean they should have power over you. You should never be subservient to your abilities, they are tools to be used, nothing more.” With a snap of his fingers, the music in the room changed to a smooth jazz. Another snap changed it to hard rock. A third snap shifted to opera. Finally, the music settled back to the soothing melodies they had listened to during the massage. “Much better than having to constantly listen to the perpetual soundtrack to my emotions, don’t you think?” he asked, especially thankful as, without the strong filter and barrier to his powers, they’d be listening to rather debauched porn music at the moment.
For a moment, the music in the room seemed to switch from genre to genre as if Sakaki had decided to channel surf. He looked up and marveled at how effortless that was. Even more that the record hadn’t been switched or dials hadn’t been messed with. He sat in awe for a long moment. To have that sort of control... Did this teacher really think he could have that kind of control one day? That one day, he might be able to say fire or ocean or a million other nouns without the constant fear that they would actually appear.
“I suppose it is better. I don’t think I’d like that.” He admitted. He already wore his heart on his sleeve. Most people would know his emotional state just by looking at him. But to be followed around by music coming from nowhere. His heart went out to the man. How embarrassing had that been? To be doing something neat and to have some mildly heroic background music in the background, or trying to be sneaky and having that there to foil him. He gave that look of understanding and compassion to the man. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that.” Even if the man had no idea what his mind had just thought up, he was still apologizing for those imagined embarrassments. “I’m glad you don’t have to anymore.”
Once more, he looked down. “What should I do?” He wondered, “about all the things I’ll be ending up making while you teach me.” Because he understood that there would be a lot of misfires along the way. He didn’t want to be drowning in stuff and he was sure the man would have no use for half the things that would probably appear.
Sakaki smiled. He had had something of a reclusive childhood, being the entitled rich brat did estrange him from a great deal of his classmates. It had made him very unwilling to control any of his powers when they had first manifested, as his classmates began to view him as some sort of untouchable elite.
It had only been several years later when he had accidentally gotten someone killed with his powers that he realized how dangerous he could be. Mortified, he had tried to contain his abilities on his own, but his parents knew he couldn’t do it alone. The next few years were not kind to him, an adolescent going through several difficult phases on top of trying to reign in mutant powers that had been allowed to run rampant for years. But he had persevered and eventually came to rule over his gifts, rather than letting them rule him.
“I’m sure we will find uses for everything I make you make,” he told the boy, “Rather, I will already have a use for things in mind when I ask you to make them.” He already had a few items in mind that school desperately needed, perhaps those would be the first things on his list.
Kabaji nodded. It would be good to have a list to work on. Maybe part of the training would be learning how to read down the entire list and only make certain things but not others. Picking and choosing instead of the words picking and choosing for him as they often did when he read written sentences out loud. (something he didn’t do often. He had yet to read anything out loud in classes here).
He reached to the pants he had removed to start pulling them on. It was quite a sight. It took quite a bit of tugging and writhing and struggling and some rather interesting squashing and stuffing before he managed to get them back on. “Can...bigger pants be first on the list?” he wondered out loud even as he zipped up. He was okay without his shirt on a little longer. Back home he would often go around the house shirtless all summer long. Mostly because no one was there but his family. He didn’t go out into the public without one of them or his older sister with him.
Much as he hated to see those pants go back on, Sakaki found it in himself to chuckle good-naturedly. “Of course... Why don’t you just make yourself some bigger pants right now? The contortions you had to put yourself through to squeeze yourself into your pants just now did not appear pleasant in the least.” His own manhood ached simply watching Kabaji manhandle himself into his own pants. “In fact, I think I insist.” The fact that such a feat would necessitate the boy taking off his own pants again was a strict bonus. He even had a measuring tape in his desk drawer, just incase Kabaji didn’t precisely know his size.
“That’s why I usually don’t wear undershorts.” he informed, as if it was something normal to say. He didn’t think the teacher would think him odd for that nor judge him. His lack was simply out of comfort. He had just worn them today because he had hoped the pants would still fit well with them on. He smiled a little more at the man’s insistence that he use his ability again.
Padding over to the desk, he once more borrowed the paper and pen. “I will make sure you have paper and things for what I use.” At least until he no longer needed such crutches as writing. Carefully, he started to try to think about what to write. He supposed trousers would be best. He knew he could add descriptors. So maybe...he wondered if he could make something as specific as uniform trousers. He would try. Also this way, the man could see again just how his ability functioned. He still frowned and went to show the man what he had written.
“Does that look right? If I write the wrong thing, anything could appear. It could be short shorts or the word could just not trigger.” He had only had a few things actually blow up in his face, but only because he had really really misspelled a word.
Looking at Kabaji’s paper, Sakaki thought of all the ways it might backfire. “Would it help if you created a lengthier description of the noun you want? Add your measurements to the word you’ve written perhaps? That way it’s more likely that your pants come out and actually fit.”
He sat next to the man, large body wedging so they both fit. “Well, as far as my ability goes, I’ve never written anything really long. It’s always been simple things. I can add a description. Like..if I were to write for a specific color or even number but I’ve never been that specific before. I don’t even know if it would work at all. The more words, the more complicated. You see...in this case, triple extra large trousers is a lot easier to make than a very specific size or color...” And he was already making it difficult because he had had to put a color in the words he had written. “But since I’m sure you want me to try..” He wrote down some impressively large numbers for a single pair of pants.
“Here I go...” He murmured the lengthy description and waited. He could never tell the exact point when he willed reality to warp to create. He wasn’t as skilled as Oiji that could just pull things from mid-air. But he was relieved when pants did appear in his hands...even if they were the the wrong color by about three shades.
Sakaki hid his frown well. He had hoped he would have to break out his measuring tape and get up close and personal with Kabaji’s inseam. Still, he was pleased when the pants materialized successfully. “Well, if they fit, you can wear them casually and keep trying to conjure pants until you get some that are the correct color; I’m sure, given the circumstances, Ryuuzaki-sensei would overlook the fact your pants aren’t quite the colour they should be.” He looked from the pants to Kabaji’s general groin region, “Well? Try them on.”
The request meant he had to stand up again and once more take a considerable effort to get a pair of pants down without losing his boxerbriefs too. As he did, he confided in the man. “It’s hard to be so big. Sometimes I think I would have an easier time in America or some other country. But I couldn’t leave home for those places. I wouldn’t know what to do. I only came here because I knew this place would be a good place and help me learn what to do.” He could just suffer the joys of being a huge man in a country of much smaller people. “I don’t even fit in bed right until I requested a bigger one. I’m happy Ryuuzaki-sensei approved of the request.” It was so nice to be able to just talk to someone.
Once out of them, he bent over to get the new ones on. They took much less effort, however they didn’t show off half as much as the other pair had. The last had been purposely smaller by at least a size, probably because the ladies at the shop had wanted to see how they stretched over his rear and thighs. He didn’t even have to squish or shove his delicate parts to make himself comfortable.
Sakaki very much appreciated watching Kabaji struggle out of his pants, nearly taking his undergarments with him and giving the teacher a very tantalizing glimpse of a well-maintained (and thus highly arousing) treasure trail along the way. As much as he preferred the tighter pants that made the boy’s ass particularly appealing, he approved of the way Kabaji seemed all but blissful as he effortlessly slid into the new garment. These pants did not show off his assets as well as the other ones did, but he was sure they was more comfortable and that was the point of the exercise, after all.
He did feel much better in them. He even did a few small stretches, something he couldn’t do. If he attempted to touch his toes in his other pants, they probably would have split right down the back. It was nice to finally have something that fit right. He then turned to smile at the teacher, the honest innocent grin of someone who didn’t have to cram themselves into something far too small for them. “I hope Ryuuzaki-sensei lets me keep them until I can make them right. If not...” He eyed his other pants. He would suffer because Kabaji wasn’t one to break rules. He was truly a good boy and he tried not to make any waves. “I can deal with it a little longer.” He concluded. It was obvious though which he preferred. Fortunate for him, objects he made had permanence. Once they were created, they were real, so it meant he could keep those pants he had on, if the headmaster allowed it. “Maybe you could explain to her my problem?” Since the teacher was so good with words and so willing to speak for him with the art department.
“I will speak to both Ryuuzaki-sensei and the teacher responsible for the art students,” Sakaki proclaimed. He nodded appreciatively. “I suspect those pants are a great improvement over what you had before,” he said. “Unless Ryuuzaki-sensei is waiting for you to rip your uniform during class and have you not wearing anything beneath it, I’m sure she will understand. It’s only reasonable.” He didn’t say how much he might enjoy such an event, however, but he would never say as much in front of someone who clearly held him in such high regard, bordering on hero worship (though, his mind protested, Ohtori had suffered from a similar affliction and he had turned into quite the enthusiastic playmate).
He smiled broader. This man really was a wonderful person! He didn’t know how those bad rumors even got started. Surely they were just jealous because Sakaki was just that great of a person to go that far for him. “Thank you so much.” He bowed his head a little bit. He was going to end up owing this man so much, but he didn’t mind that. Sakaki was a ‘good person’ and Kabaji was okay owing good people favors. “And maybe seeing that helps you some with my lesson plans?” Because he remembered the man would be asking a friend about his specific abilities. Maybe that had helped to show just how narrow or broad his creation ability could reach. “I just have a limit on size. Cars are as big as I go.” Mostly because of the sheer amount of power it would probably take to manifest something larger. Manifest and anchor in reality. But maybe working with this man would help him up his limit too. He had certainly upped his speech limit talking to the man as result of the massage (which he was still feeling the blissful effects of, well after the fact).
“You’re welcome,” Sakaki answered, smiling broadly - mostly because Kabaji still hadn’t put his shirt back on and the view was still very enjoyable. “Yes, knowing your capabilities and your current limits will help me in designing something suitable for your specific needs. I’m sure my... associate and I will be able to get to the root of your powers and help you expand your limits safely and with control.” He paused in a moment, “Kabaji-kun, would you allow me to speak in detail about your powers with my friend? I wouldn’t want to reveal your secrets without your consent. I will tell you my friend is one of the other teachers at this school.”
He didn’t want to have too many people knowing what he did. The more people who knew, the more people where were that might try to manipulate him into using it for things he would rather not. But he trusted the teacher. He trusted Sakaki not to put him in harm’s way. The man had his best interests at heart. He was still hesitant about it but he found himself nodding slowly. The other person was a teacher, so that was okay then. He was sure the teachers were already aware of the basics of his skill. “You can. You are more than allowed to tell your friend about me.” He walked over to the man. He was no longer slouching. He was standing at his full proud height, which meant he towered over Sakaki. “I know that you aren’t the kind to misuse me or my ability. So tell who you see fit.”
Kabaji standing at his full height also meant Sakaki’s face was about at groin level. Sakaki’s complaint, however, was more that he had to look up instead of properly taking advantage of what was quite literally right in front of his face. “I will keep the details of our working together between us and my research-oriented acquaintance. I wouldn’t betray your confidence by telling anyone who was not directly related to this project.” He took the boy’s big hand in his. “I don’t like rumours. This friend of mine will be discretion itself.”
Being who he was, he had no idea just what sort of position he had himself in and continued to have himself in. He was just standing over the man because it was easier to talk to him like that. He smiled more at the hand in his, elegant and quite artistic. He thought it was strange to have someone hold his hand like that. Usually, it was Kabaji holding, and his hand usually dwarfed that which he held. He smiled wider and nodded. “I am grateful then. And don’t worry sensei. I never listen to rumors anyway. There were a lot of bad ones about me when I was home so I know how much they hurt and that they are never ever true.” Just in case the man thought that he might believe whatever rumors were floating around about Sakaki. “I’m glad you think the same way.” He really was. It meant that his secret was safe just a little longer.
Sakaki subtly balled his free hand into a fist to keep it from doing something inappropriate. When he had been massaging the boy’s thighs, he had seen more than a slight outline of what promised to be an impressive specimen, even when flaccid (though he very much wanted to know just how impressive it could get and, tangentially, if he could handle it). He was sure he could cop a feel if he stood quickly and pretended to stumble into Kabaji’s solid frame and pass it off as an accident, but such duplicity wasn’t how he operated. If he was going to reach out and feel someone up through his pants, he was going to make damn sure said person knew exactly what was going on. “I neither listen to or spread rumours, though I happen to know there are a great many floating around about me.” He very carefully neglected to mention a great number of said rumours were perfectly true, and thus... not really rumours at all. “It’s not worth my effort.”
He nodded slightly and started to pull his hand away from the man. He did it just so that he could gently put a hand on his shoulders. It was his silent statement, and the expression shown in his eyes. He believed in Sakaki. He had faith in him. He knew that a teacher would never be that inappropriate and he would never never think badly of him. He gave the most gentle of squeezes, aware that too much strength could hurt the man, then he let go. He murmured softly and stated, “My parents were wrong. There are good people in this world. People who won’t use me. People like you.”
Sakaki’s free hand (almost reluctantly) settled in his own lap, curled around his other hand, firmly out of harm’s way. Feeling those big hands settle on his shoulders (which, in their own right, were not small, as they had already broadened into his adult body), his eyes drifted upwards. The smile came easily, though it was slightly wry. He didn’t need to take advantage of Kabaji’s powers to get ahead in life, he had his own for that; however, given his exploits, he suspected there were many who would contest any claim that he was a wholly good person. “Your parents need to have more faith in your choice of companions,” he said.
He didn’t understand why that smile seemed a bit off but he just nodded. His parents need more faith in him in general. Even if their worry was pretty well founded, since Kabaji had already proven he was easily manipulated (even without powers in play), he thought they could at least give him the benefit of the doubt. Had Sakaki not been sitting, he probably would have hugged the man in thanks for that singular thought. He didn’t. Instead he finally pulled away to look for where he had put his shirt. “We’ll just have to prove that I’m able to be out in this world. You’ll help me with that.” The man had helped so much already. Once he left here, he’d probably keep speaking the way he was now, at least until the next day, when he got all self-conscious again.
“Of course I’ll help you,” Sakaki said, pushing himself smoothly to his feet, ostensibly to help look for Kabaji’s discarded shirt, but really to just watch the muscles in his back flex as he looked for his own shirt. He made a mental note that the next time he gave Kabaji a massage, use some sort of oil... or perhaps not because he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to keep the touches from getting inappropriate if that body was glistening with massage oil. He closed his eyes and let the pleasant shudder pass through him, hoping his trousers would conceal the unfortunate state of his lower body at the moment. “No matter what happens, we teachers are always behind you. I want you to know you can come and talk to me about anything. I’m always here to listen. If there’s anything you need that I can do for you,” he took a long look at the boy’s body, “Anything at all, you need only ask.”
Kabaji finally located his shirt. He was about to bend to get it when the man’s words stopped him. He couldn’t help it. For as overprotective his family had been of him, they had also been loving to him. So it was only natural for him to turn around on his heels and walk over to give the teacher a warm hug. He was careful not to crush his ribs or anything. It was a brief squeeze of thanks, trying to be careful not to pick the man off his feet either, something he could do effortlessly.
“Thank you so much.” He answered before letting the man go and going to get his shirt.
Sakaki hadn’t been expecting much of a reaction to his offer at all, so to suddenly have Kabaji’s warm, muscular body pressed tightly to his own, if even just for a moment, shut down several of his higher brain functions. He blushed and his nether regions practically hummed with excitement. “Uh... you’re welcome,” he muttered as soon as Kabaji went back to searching for his shirt, smoothing a shaky hand through his hair. “It’s nothing, really... I just want to help.”
Shirt found and he was pulling it on. As he did, he looked over his shoulder at the man, still smiling. He hoped he hadn’t broken some rule by hugging the man. He hadn’t been able to contain himself. “That is what makes you such a wonderful teacher.” He informed, making sure everything was back in place. And that was why Kabaji one day wanted to be just like this man.
“Thanks,” Sakaki murmured, staring at the floor. His face was a few shades of red darker and he didn’t know what to say. “It’s because I have students who are so eager to learn and a pleasure to teach...” he said after a moment spent composing himself, In more than just the classroom, he added to himself.
Completely clueless about what the man was thinking, he finished redressing before turning back to the man. He hoped that he could be one of those students. He wasn’t smart and he had a lot of work ahead of him, but he wanted to be considered one of Sakaki’s better students. “Should I come again next week about this time?” he wanted to know what the best time for this sort of thing was.
Sakaki’s mind blanked for a moment. Next week? he thought before remembering about the diction lessons. “Oh yes, of course. That should be fine. Please double-check with Niou-kun, my secretary, but I believe I should be available.” He walked over to his desk and pulled out a thick organizer. “If you ever feel the need for another massage, let me know. I think I enjoyed it as much as you did,” he said with a smile before he realized he had said that last part out loud. His eyes widened and he found himself holding his breath to see how Kabaji might react.
He would remember to schedule it with Niou. Because he didn’t want Sakaki to be terribly inconvenienced with him. He didn’t want to be a problem student at all. “Usu. I will.” he marveled at the huge datebook and frowned a little. Maybe...maybe he could change his mind. The man looked so busy, but he knew he needed to do this. If he didn’t, he would never be able to live alone with other people without fear or worry about his ability. Instead, he would attempt to make sure he didn’t get scheduled in a really busy day. He didn’t want the man to overwork.
He was about to say as much when the offer was given. Another... He turned and bowed deeply to the man, blurting out “I really feel great. I would be so greatful if you did again, some time.” Oh yes, he did enjoy it very much and he was glad that the man hadn’t hated doing it.
Sakaki smiled boldly. “Anytime,” he said, making a note to pick up a stress ball or something to strengthen the muscles in his hands. Perhaps next time such an opportunity for a massage might come on a day when Kabaji had decided to forgo undergarments, as he said he usually did. The thought made him almost gleeful, though he knew it was an unlikely fantasy.
Kabaji stopped once more at the door and bowed thankfully to the man once more. He would have a lot to think about now and a lot to practice and he couldn’t wait to be able to one day be able to speak as he had all the time. With one last mention of thanks, he exited to return to the rest of his day, amazingly free of pain.
Sighing heavily once he was alone, Sakaki locked the door behind Kabaji and retrieved a half-empty bottle from the bottom drawer of his desk. After spending so long relieving the stress in Kabaji’s body, he needed to spend a little time relieving his own.