losers`weepers

[Makoto]

Students had just been released from classes for the day, and like always, Koto had a pair of silver headphones glued to his ears. The slow, steady bassline and repeated hi-hat hits combined to create a relaxing, "chill" rhythm that he could walk to. More often than not the headphones were attached to his head, but there was not always music emanating from them -- he just liked to give off the impression that there was. This way, people would assume he couldn't hear them, allowing Koto to eavesdrop on people and avoid being spoken to. It was a good mechanism for remaining socially distant; he hated when people spoke to him, because it only meant one of two things: they wanted to ask him for something, or they wanted to befriend him for their own personal gain, and Koto ain't havin' nunna 'dat shit.

About halfway home something had caught his eye: a pair of white gloves. It was actually difficult not to notice them because its lack of colour greatly contrasted to the patch of dried, dead grass upon which it lay. He picked the gloves up and gently brushed away loose pieces of grass and specks of dirt, returning them to their immaculate state. "Huh, they're a rather nice pair of gloves. I wonder who would just lose them like that? Maybe they belong to one of the student's at my school." With that thought in mind, the blue-haired youth made a one-eighty on his heel and began heading back to school with the intention of putting it in the lost in found, but he quickly changed his mind.

"Eh, I can just do it tomorrow when I actually have to go to school. No use going out of my way to do a good deed," he thought selfishly as he turned around and made his way home.

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tags: kariya, open
theme: persona 3 ost: paulownia mall
attire: school uniform. consists of: white shirt, black tie, black blazer, black slacks, and black shoes.

[Kariya Naoko]

My life has nothing to do with you

The tangerine sky shone over head, as she walked calmly in the human world. Her eyes were narrowed, her hands bare she was annoyed. Her gloves, her precious white gloves were missing. They were the things that seperated her dainty hands from blood of unworthy enemies. But now they were missing, and she was sure that they were here. Mostly because, she always went to the human world. Be it for food or to get away from everyone in her world.

She looked around, the grocery shops, the clothing shops. Even in some houses, which she left the same. She groaned, as she was not able to find her missing gloves. She clenched her fists, her finger nails digging into the tan skin. The dainty young child, began to growl deeply in her throat. She shook her head viciously, so she wouldn't change. Not here with all of these humans, who would possibly scream and run away.

She coughed, she didn't want any of their blood on her hands, mostly because it would ruin her hands, and make a mess. She began to walk again, her long black hair, in a ponytail that reached to her midback. She sighed, her violet eyes shifted around the scenery. She then saw children, they mostly wore the same outfits. They were running and walking past her, talking and laughing. She looked forward, and began to charge off. How could she be so stupid, she didn't check the school house.

She began to run now, her feet pumping against the wind. Her eyes narrowed, her arms pushing back the wind. Her ponytail flying with the wind, strands of it came from the ribbon in her hair. She soon stopped, as she saw a boy. He was holding her gloves, and seemed to be walking home with them. She growled, he was such a thief. She didn't know him, but she suddenly had a hate for him. She ran at him, umping over other children's head.

She grabbed the boy's arm, and yanked him to her. So his arm was touching her chest, her eyes narrowed in anger. She held out her hand for the gloves. Her hand clenched around the boy's arm, her eyes narrowed in anger. "You stole my gloves, you thief" She said with poison dripping from her tone.

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Tag:Makoto,Open
Words:385
Attire:Black T-shirt; Black Jeans, with White and Black Tennis Shoes.

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[Makoto]

Makoto was cheerfully nodding his head up and down to the bass of his music while casually humming the melody as he walked home, the pair of white gloves stuffed into the pocket of his school slacks with just the finger tips poking out. Though his face didn't exactly read as "cheerful," there was a little extra bounce in his step. Nobody had bothered him today, and he had a relatively eventless day. It sounded boring, but Koto liked taking it easy during the day so he had energy during the night, which is when he decided to either stay at home and play video games or go out and pick a fight. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do yet, but it didn't look like he'd have to wait long to decide when someone suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him in. There goes a perfect day ruined.

"Hey, what the fuck!?" he exclaimed, his eyes widening at the spontaneous attack. However, since he had lost sense of touch, it was not until he turned around to look at who had grabbed him that he realized his hand was directly on the girl's chest, causing the youth's face to immediately deepen into a shade of red. "Okay, maybe my day isn't completely ruined," is what the pervert inside of him thought.

The girl was visibly angry. Her lips moved, but due to the music blaring from his headphones, Koto did not hear a word she said. "What?" he said innocently, but he did little to improve the situation. The headphones remained on his head, and his cheeks remained flushed. The pervert inside of him screamed "no!" when he tore his arm out of the girl's grasp and the warmth of her chest, but he didn't like when people grabbed him. He saw that she held her hand out, and at first he thought she was asking for money, but he quickly put two and two together and deduced that the gloves he had picked up earlier might be hers. Pretending to be oblivious, he simply gave her a nonchalant shrug and shook his head.

[Kariya Naoko]

Can't face me in the light

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him, noticing the headphones on his ears. But she was still glaring, her nails digging into his arms. She heard his words, and she smirked. Finally noticing where his arm was, and she felt a growl in her throat. She felt like taking the headphones and crushing them in her palms. The evil thought would be saved for later, she decided. Yet she still glared at him, her fingers curling and uncurling. Deciding whether to commit murder on him, take her gloves and walk home whistling.

But then again, she wouldn't be having this much fun. She smirked, and grabbed him by his collar. Bringing his face down to hers, her eyes narrowed she growled menacingly. "Where...are...my...gloves?" She snarled. Still holding him by his collar. She stared at him, no he didn't look at that bad. But he was a human, and she was a changeling. If she was with him, it was a possibility that he would end up dead. She flexed her fingers, with a smirk on her face.

He deserved to die really, she decided and wanted his death to be painful. She could take her gloves back, and throw him into a bulding if she felt like it. But no, she wanted to play with the little whelp for a while. The tangerine sky was slowly turning dark blue, and she growled. If she became angry, it would result in the boy's death. Once again, a smirk was on her face, his death. It sounded so sweet and innocent in her mind. She thought of how she'd do it, slow and painful or quick and merciless.

So many decisions, so little time she always said. She put a hand in his hair, and plucked one hair out of it forcefully. Taking one strand of hair out one by one, watching him wince and cry at the force of it. She felt the insanity in her body, began to rise. Yet she stomped it back down, at least for his safety. She tossed the strands somewhere else, and pushed him hard into the ground. Her foot on his chest, she glared downa t him. Her hand held out, with a slightly annoyed look. "Gloves, now" She ordered.

She was sort of irritated with him, even though he was adorable to her. She soon snapped out of that thought, it was odd and felt really horrible to think of those things towards a human. She shuddered at the thoguht of doing it again, and pressed her foot down harder. He needed to learn his place, nobody bested her. The people who went against her, cowered in fear as she walked over them. She smirked at this, and let her hair shadow her eyes. She soon thought of all the souls, that were angry at her. They wanted to see her rot in the pits of hell also, she bet. Too bad, she was living on for a while and a day.

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Tag:Makoto, open
Words: 422
Attire:Black T-shirt, Black Jeans, Black and White tennis shoes
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[Makoto]

The girl only seemed to get angrier at Makoto's casual gestures, her face reading like an open book, displaying her heated emotions. As if that wasn't enough indication that she was not very happy with the blue-haired boy, she reached out and roughly grabbed him by the collar of his white school shirt, pulling him closer to her so that they were face-to-face. They may as well have been kissing. Her lips moved once more, and even though they were closer to him now than before, the words she produced failed to reach a volume higher than a muffled hiss, smothered by the loud music being injected into his ears. The anger in her face twisted into a smirk that made Koto rather uncomfortable, so he took a step back in order to increase the short distance between them, even if it was only a slight improvement since she still had a hold of his collar.

When he saw the girl pull out a strand of his hair, one of his hands immediately reached up and grabbed her wrist to prevent her from continuing, if that's what she was intending. "What the hell, dude? Why are you pulling out my hair you weirdo?" Koto barked. He wasn't angry by any means, but this girl was beginning to become an annoyance. Touching her chest was almost not worth the difficulty he was experiencing now. His comments definitely did not help him as shortly after he made them, the girl had pushed him to the ground. When she attempted to step on his chest and pin him to the ground, he immediately grabbed her leg and scooted off of his bottom so he was now in a kneeling position. From here, he began running forward with his arms wrapped tightly around the girl's thigh, intent on tackling her to the ground. He would never hit a girl, but he wasn't just going to let this one bully him like she had been doing.

Once Makoto had her on the ground, he'd quickly shift into sitting on her stomach, pinning her to the ground like she had originally planned on doing to him. Now it was his turn to smirk; reaching into his pocket, he retrieved the pair of white gloves he assumed were hers and began dangling them above her, making sure to pull it away as soon as she even made a motion toward it. He stuck his tongue out and began taunting her, saying, "Is this what you were looking for, huh?" Of course, it was a rhetorical question because any answer she gave would fall upon deaf ears.

[Kariya Naoko]

Listen to your heart

She was now on the ground, pinned by the boy she oh did hate. When she got up, he was dead meat, dead did you hear her? But she could have some fun while she was here. A twisted grin on her face, she stared at his hands. And at the gloves dangling over her face, she smirked, and adjusted her legs so it was free. Kicking in an upwards motion, she would have hit him in the crotch. If she did, she would watch him fall over, standing up, she would sit on him.

Bending down, she put her hand on the side of his face, her lips connecting to his. The kiss would last for twelve minutes or so, then she let go. Standing up, she made her way off into the crowd, but had a new item. Around her neck was his headphones, she giggled. Yes she swiped it from him, to get the upper hand. But also, to have her own satisfaction. SHe slapped herh ands together, and skipped off into the crowds.

She soon stoppeed when her eyes landed on a vulnerable bag of apples. Looking around quickly, she dived for them, running off into an alley. She sat on a crate, taking apples out one by one, she put them in her mouth, and slowly began to chew. She was thinking about the boy, wondering why she stole his stuff. Why did she care about his feelings about it? She was confused, and a bit intrigued with her decision.

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[Makoto]

Like a game of table tennis the battle between Makoto and the girl was a back and forth struggle; neither party held the upper hand for very long before it was taken away from them. Almost as soon as Makoto obtained an advantageous position, he lost it. The girl managed to wriggle out from under him, and she did not waste any time retaliating once she had gotten her legs free. The trajectory of her legs immediately alarmed the blue-haired youth, his male instincts sending his arms down to guard his crotch. Despite blocking the strike, it still managed to knock him onto his back, a situation the girl did not hesitate to take advantage of. Their roles were now reversed; she had taken a seat on his abdomen like he had to her only moments ago.

It was uncommon for Makoto to be caught off guard, but this girl's antics were far too unpredictable, even for an adaptable individual like him. Not only that, but the fact that he doesn't have much experience dealing with the opposite sex could be another reason this girl managed to baffle him. Not even a full five minutes ago he was certain this girl wanted his bullocks separated from his body, and now she decided to display some deep affection toward him? "Are all girls like this or is it just this particular one? I'll never understand them."

As their lips locked Koto's eyes were wide with bewilderment. He wasn't aware of exactly how long they were like that, but it seemed like a significant amount of time passed before she broke away from him. It wasn't that he wanted the kiss to last that long; the thought of pushing the girl off just never occurred to him in the face of a much more bleak realization:

"Heh, I've been told kisses feel awesome, but I wasn't even able to experience my first one because my body is fucked up and has no sense of touch. Fuck my life, seriously."

Makoto was so dejected by this realization that he didn't even notice the girl snatch his headphone before she ran off. Oblivious to this fact, he stood up, brushed the dust off of his school uniform. straightened his collar and adjusted his tie. As he walked home, thoughts of his dysfunctional body plagued his mind. "What the hell is wrong with my body? Why can't I feel anything? I should go to the doctor's... I think I have leprosy or something." With this thought distracting him, it wasn't until he walked into his apartment and reached up to take the headphones off that he discovered that they were not even there.

"Where the hell did my headphones... that bitch!" he cursed mentally, forgetting about the pair of gloves he had stuffed back into his pocket on his way home.

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notes: finished!