Hot Dog Shuffle [o]

[takeuchi seimei]

can't close my eyes i'm wide awake,

“I’m huuuuuuuuungry . . ..”

The moan of a kicked dog sounded through the near vacant corridors of Morinozuka, and it was quite the understatement all things considered – starving would have been a much more appropriate term for the clinching pains in his stomach. But honestly who was going to waste their lunch period disputing actualities with him? Certainly not his peers who would be at this time, happily eating themselves into a nap as of fifth period. And what of poor dejected Seimei? Well, he would simply have to suck it up and wait until dismissal so he could run home and gorge himself on whatever was in his refrigerator. And let me tell you folks there probably wasn’t a hell of a lot sitting in that thing seeing as the redhead had never been the self-governing type right from the beginning and the concept of shopping at the nirvana that was a supermarket opposed to his all too frequent excursions to his friendly neighborhood convenience store was beyond his ability to comprehend. If it didn’t say add water, precooked, or microwavable chances were that he hadn’t touched it, didn’t own it and certainly wouldn’t be eating it unless someone else prepared it.

Takeuchi Seimei one of a handful of other disreputable flirts, as well as a swathe of rather chafing endearments, was bellyaching with no one nearby to hear his misery but the four walls of an empty classroom. Sunlight played across the space, cold winter rays washing it with the false promise of warmth when there was none to be had. Slow churning breezes rattled windows, faintly whispering of snow sure to arrive before the dawn of Christmas Eve to the ever-anticipatory celebrators of the holiday. Unfortunately all the good cheer and merriment seemed to have burned out the teen that sat in his assigned seat, upper body draped across the tabletop, grinding his teeth as he wished fervently for time to be merciful and hurry the hell up. He always got a little irritable whenever his stomach was empty, that or when his landlord refused to cut him some slack and demanded he pay his rent in-full or risk eviction.

“Man, that old crone swiped every yen in my wallet with no regard for the fact that I gotta eat with that money . . ..” he simpered huffily, absently gnawing at his bottom lip and visualizing the squat and graying older woman who oversaw the apartment complex where he lived. She was a tyrannical wrinkly old thing who didn’t understand that the life of a student who only worked part-time was a difficult road to travel and money was always in high demand. But at the same time who was he to bitch? Hadn’t he willing moved out of his parents home the day he’d turned eighteen and brashly refused to accept any form of contact or funding to support himself? Gee, that had been a brilliant idea if he’d ever had one. The only thing saving his hide from ending up on the street was his job at Cloud Nine and though it wasn’t exceptional pay, it was still enough for him to survive off of from week to week and sparingly put away when he was able.

The reminder that he did have a bank account tempted him to go there and withdraw enough to purchase a bento for today at the very least. With a grumble he shook his head, fiddling with the eye patch he often threw on for kicks. He couldn’t go to the bank, there was barely fifteen minutes left for the lunch period, not to mention if he started taking money out now he’d keep doing it until he’d emptied it and then where would he be? No, that was emergency money that he couldn’t touch unless it was absolutely critical. It wasn’t like he was unused to going without a meal, albeit he didn’t really like the feeling of it but he’d live. Besides, he had work tonight and if eating meals for free weren’t a wonderful perk, along with swiping leftovers, then he wouldn’t have even bothered with the place. He just had to hold out for another. He glanced at the clock to determine how long before he’d be wallowing in the arms of women who’d pay to have him hang off them for a night and grimaced. Seven hours . . .

“Oh, fuck me.”

-headdesk-

EVERY HAIR ON MY BODY

has got a thing for this place

THIS SEXY TABLE WAS MADE BY KYRIE

[FUYUMINE HIKARU]

GIVE ME LOVE, GIVE ME LOVE, THATS ALL I WANT,
the snow on my fingertips isn't melting at all

A grin hung high on Hikaru’s face as the blonde bounced around the hallways of Morinozuka, a school that held a lot of nostalgically fond memories for the nineteen year old. It had only been about one year since ‘she’d left these doors, only to return again; minus the atrocious uniform they were forced to wear. Instead, in its place, ‘she’ was wearing a loose black tee that had been strategically cut so it ended just above her mid-drift. Over that was a leopard print jacket of sorts that rested unzipped, ‘her’ hands stuffed deep into the pockets. ‘She’ had an assorted number of shiny bracelets and necklaces adorning ‘her’ neck and hanging of ‘her’ wrists, but they paled in comparison to the polished smile ‘she’ wore proudly. Walking with almost a strut-like spring in ‘her’ step Hikaru’s long blonde locks fluttered behind ‘her’ softly, subtly curled just at the ends.

The culinary major was usually dressed quite sprucely but today ‘she’d found it in ‘herself’ to put on a more flashy outfit than usual just for the sake of embarrassing Shigeru Fuyumine – ‘her’ little brother. It wasn’t surprising that the nineteen year old was turning a few heads as ‘she’ threw a few glances into the classrooms ‘she’ passed by. Most described Hikaru as a yakuza-like figure, what with the striking blonde hair and outfits like the one ‘she’ was wearing now. A smirk like smile lifted at the ‘girl’s lips at the thought, well, ‘she’ preferred it that way. Better to be an intimidating yakuza girl or a cross-dressing freak rather than what ‘she’ was usually thought to be. At least ‘she’ was beautiful.

“Shiiiiiigeeee-chaaaaaan!~” ‘she’ called out, voice high and chirpy as any other normal females would be. An annoying tinge added in just for kicks as the blonde poked ‘her’ head into several classrooms along the way, making sure to throw a wink or two in if there was a boy sitting nearby.

It was lunch time and Hikaru’s fingers were interlaced over a small bento box in bright pink. What was the plan exactly again? Deliver this ‘moe-box’ to ‘her’ delightfully adorable little brother and hopefully catch him at a time where there were several little ladies around. The contents of the lunch box contained pickled ume, rice with a heart shaped fried egg on top, sausage octopus, and for dessert there were rabbit apple slices. All the love and affection an older sibling could ever hope to put into a cute little bento. A sparkle of amusement glinted in Hikaru’s clear blue orbs as ‘she’ continued to skip down the hallways, continuing to call out loudly as if it would draw him near.

“It’s your older sister Shige-chan, I’m right here, come out and play with me~! I know how much you like to fuck pretty things after all!” ‘she’ exclaimed cheerfully, a free hand cupping around ‘her’ mouth as if to help project ‘her’ voice better. “I’ll even offer up a quickie so c’mooon! My love and laborious affection is getting cold you know?~ Mouuu~” faking a pout the blonde began to whistle a tune ‘she’d heard on the radio the other day, eventually breaking out into an almost eery singing.

“Aishite~ aishite~ aishite ~aishite~ ♥” the sounds of ‘her’ notes bounced against the almost empty hallway as ‘she’ slowed into a slightly elegant walk, taking twirls as ‘she’ sang.

“Aishite~ aishite~ aishiteee~ hoshī daaake~” Hikaru gave another spin, slowing into a stop before a classroom door, prepared to open again and take a small peek inside for ‘her’ beloved brother.

“Kono yubi ni tomatta yuki wa toke nai mama~” ‘she’ re-adjusted ‘her’ grip on the bento box, the free hand taking hold of the doors latch before slamming it open with a dramatic clatter, “Kokoro mo buriki dato~ dokoka de~ dare ka ga wara—“ ‘her’ song halted in an instant as ‘she’ blinked stupidly into what appeared to be a completely empty classroom. Tilting ‘her’ head to the side the blonde pouted a bit, disappointed when ‘she’ had been expecting an audience to hear ‘her’ song. They were probably all out eating elsewhere an—

“Arara?” the blonde cocked an eyebrow as ‘she’ spotted what appeared to be a red head boy sprawled out on one of the desks.

“Uwah.” ‘she’ blinked, voice sounding overall unmoved and almost flat as ‘she’ meandered inside.

“Kowaaaiii~ you looked like a ghost for a second!” ‘she’ called out with a cheery grin, taking steps closer and closer towards Seimei until eventually Hikaru found ‘herself’ resting casually on the top of the desk in front of the poor kid.

“So what’s the deal? Got no friends? Everyone hates you? Out casted perhaps?” ‘she’ rested one leg over the other, leaning forward as ‘her’ icy blue eyes kept locked on the red-heads face. With a nonchalant purr, the nineteen year old waved a hand reassuringly, inhaling loudly for all to hear.

“Been there done that, but don’t worry, I’m sure if you fix your whole…” Hikaru lifted an index finger to ‘her’ face, making a circle like motion around ‘her’ face with a genuine grin.

“Problem up here, you’ll be fine.” ‘she’ continued to sparkle lightly, dropping the bento box on his desk with a click of ‘her’ tongue.

“I’m just going to take a wild guess and assume that since you’re a reject, it probably means you don’t have the slightest clue as to where Shigeru Fuyumine is, eh?” frowning slightly Hikaru shifted ‘her’ weight and flopped into the seat of the desk instead of being on top of it, one elbow resting on the top of Seimei’s. With a nonchalant whistle ‘she’ nudged the bento towards the red headed boy, staring at the ceiling as if something whimsical was occurring.

“Take it, you remind me of one of those poor pathetic puppies I used to fucking kick around in alleyways.”

notes: lololol yeah idunno.

[takeuchi seimei]

can't close my eyes i'm wide awake,

Where silenced reigned it was destined to be viciously cut down and the quaint tranquility of the lunch hour was no exception apparently. Someone, or something, was outside in the halls hamming it up. Amazingly enough, muffled as it was through distance and walls, the volume was high enough to still reached him and make him twitch. “The hell is that…?” head pulled from the cushion of his arms just enough so that he could stare at a still closed door, fixedly conjuring scenarios to explain the noise beyond the classroom. Frankly it sounded like one of those horrendous animatronics that one might come across while visiting a theme park, singing a uniformly horrific melody that would haunt you years down the line. And then one lone individual would do the world a favor by dismantling it via blunt force trauma. Gosh, did he seriously just think all that up in vivid detail? He needed to get out more. Or lower is cartoon intake. Now all he could think of was one of those long-faced Disney characters with missing teeth and a derpy grin trying to abduct him with all its cheer and seemingly innocuous advances. With thoughts of capture sinking into his already addled mind, Seimei clapped his hands above his head and winced at both the noise and what he assumed, was his kidnapper when the door to the room was flung open.

“EEEP!” It was a perfectly manly sounding – for a prepubescent maybe and it quite surely came out of the startled redhead who cracked open an eye to stare at the doorway, truly expecting some carnival reject to waltz over, throw him into a rucksack, drag him out into a windowless van and – okay he didn’t need to get out more he needed a fucking therapist. The rambling illusions of his mind were met with something, well, equally fevered but a whole lot better than some AWOL caricature. Hell, it was almost better than anything his imagination would have cooked up for him and if this was a hallucination brought on by hunger, he liked it. A lot. The entrance to the room was occupied by quite the cutie. Hair like gilded wheat and eyes of such a clear, beautiful blue that he was sure God had tried to steal their color for his sky and he’d failed to do so. Sure, it was a little over the top but a romantic was he and when he saw a pretty face he couldn’t help but idealize them a little.

It was quite a rare event when even Seimei, the master of mad-talk, had nothing to say. Not a word or twinkle of intelligence crossed his distinctly star struck profile. He released a breathe he hadn’t known he’d been holding and then immediately sucked it back in as the girl came trotting over and plopped herself on his desk, effectively forcing him to sit upright or be touching her. And while touching wasn’t something he generally avoided, the movement was decidedly unintentional. The boy blinked owlishly, stunned but in no way thinking that the lamb walking closer was in no way a domestic anything. That thing could have been rabid underneath that brilliant, glitzy façade and he’d be blind to it until the fangs were at his throat. For the moment, Hikaru had him fooled, blithe to the danger sitting on his table and pumping him for answers to seemingly frivolous questions.

He blinked; regaining his senses enough to let the tension he hadn’t realized had set inside his shoulder, fade. “Uh, no I’m not –“ He got totally cut off before he could correct her, not that he really minded. However the notion of him being a reject just seemed…impossible, though he could understand why she would assume as much considering the position she had found him in. What he couldn’t understand nearly as well was what she could possibly mean by ‘his problem up here’. What the hell was she saying? Was it because he’d lost a little weight recently that he looked a little gaunt? He really wanted to ask her but Seimei let her go on, face showing true ambiguity as he watched Hikaru and trying to fathom how security had let her through. But then again they were probably just as fooled by her gemlike baby-blues as he’d was.

Mouth opened when her sentence fell away from her, determined to ask a few questions of his own but the breath he’d have used to ask them was taken in with another inhale as the bento she was carrying was placed in front of him and suddenly he didn’t care. Not when there was food right under his nose. Distractedly he kept his attention on her, mild tumbling down to what wonders could possibly occupy the wrapped lunch before frowning intently. “Fuyumine? Short kid, blonde and a chic magnet? I know ‘em, not personally but I know he’s not gonna be in this room until 2’ O clock. We don’t got this class together.” He supplied the information quickly and without hesitance, he was always sure to know where his rivals in affection were hanging out.

That much aside his stomach gave a pathetic mumble, tortured by food it couldn’t eat. It was shameful. Here he was with a cute girl, who was touching him nonetheless, and all he could think about was what was in the box. Either she caught him looking or responded to the little growl of his gut because her offer held his heart still for a few moments. His eyes sparkled, “You must be an angel.” He didn’t care how piteous it sounded, that and he didn’t register at all the portion of her remark about abused canines and how he resembled them. All he was sure of was the cute girl he didn’t know who was looking for that runt Fuyumine had given him an early Christmas gift and he wasn’t one to overlook such generosity. “You’re a godsend I swear, I’m sorry for thinking you were here to kidnap me.” He rambled, unraveling the bento and happily snapping the chopsticks into separate sticks as he appraised the neatly, and girly, lunchbox. “Looks delicious but I get the feelin’ ya had other plans for it? Like Fuyu-kun plans?”The heavy Osakan accent punctuated his speech as he glanced from the cutely done food to its maker with skepticism, wondering if it was really alright for him to be eating something so well made and clearly not intended for a complete stranger.

EVERY HAIR ON MY BODY

has got a thing for this place

THIS SEXY TABLE WAS MADE BY KYRIE

[FUYUMINE HIKARU]

SOMEWHERE IN THIS HEART OF TIN OF MINE,
there's someone, or no one, that's laughing

Hikaru’s bright blue orbs flickered briefly towards the window, peering out at the sky that glinted nicely within the cerulean color of ‘her’ eyes. ‘She’ was pretty much half-listening to Seimei at this point, but one particular set of words did manage to catch ‘her’ attention. ‘Chic magnet’? The blonde’s head slowly turned back at the red-headed boy, a Cheshire like smile creeping back onto ‘her’ features. Was that so? Hikaru was all too well informed about Shigeru’s little game of host pretend at the Cloud Nine, but whenever ‘she’ caught wind of his excursions with ladies... it was amusing. Then again, it wasn’t very hard to enlighten Hikaru’s mood, ‘she’ found interest in just about everything. When he explained the situation of scheduling to the nineteen year old ‘she’ simply uncovered the watch that had been resting in ‘her’ pocket, clicking it open only to cluck ‘her’ tongue disapprovingly at the time. Two? ‘She’ couldn’t afford to be late to work again, surprisingly the Maid Café had quite the strict employee regulations.

“Boo.” was all ‘she’ could offer up, letting ‘her’ head fall onto ‘her’ shoulder dismissively. Not that the culinary major actually felt disheartened about the whole situation, it was mostly because this meant ‘she’ couldn’t bother ‘her’ beloved brother.

Well – Hikaru’s azure blue orb’s slid back towards Seimei, who seemed more than delighted to receive the bento – hanging around with this kid didn’t seem all too much like a bad idea. Glancing briefly back towards ‘her’ watch she lifted ‘her’ chin and re-pocketed the time-telling device with a charming smile. ‘She’ had about a half an hour left to kill before bustling to the café, why not waste it here with this lonely kid? After all, he knew how to stroke Hikaru’s ego quite well… ‘angel’? That was priceless. A tingle of satisfaction crawled up ‘her’ spine as ‘she’ leaned closer towards the redhead.

“Good choice of words, I wouldn’t settle for anything less than that ♥ “ Hikaru grinned brightly, eyelashes batting like an innocent doll as ‘her’ hands folded over each other in a support for her chin. Heaven sent? This kid really knew what he was talking about, hell, Hikaru Fuyumine was about as close to an angel anyone was going to get around these parts. Maybe not in terms of personality, but in appearance, no doubt about it.

“Although, I wouldn’t knock the whole kidnapping thing just yet. This could just be an elaborate plan to ensnare you in some kind of trap. But don’t fret; we’ll have you way too drugged up to give a fuck when we get you to the warehouse. ♥ “ Hikaru explained, not the slightest waver hinted in ‘her’ voice as she sparkled joyfully in Seimei’s direction, every bit of serious as you could possibly be when lying. Taking a small pause, the nineteen year old continued to smile as ‘she’ quickly hopped onto the next subject of conversation. Nonchalantly the culinary major reached into the bento before Seimei, plucking a sausage octopus from its seat and stuffing the poor creature into ‘her’ own mouth graciously. Chewing for a second or two ‘she’ snatched the chopsticks from Seimei’s hands, lifting one of the sausages up to his mouth as if prepared to feed him.

“Ahhhhh~hhhh~?” ‘she’ giggled, practically force-feeding him before returning the eating utensils back to the boy.

“I’m Shige-chan’s girlfriend ♥” the lie slipped flawlessly past the ‘girl’s lips as she pointed an index finger towards ‘herself’ proudly. Hikaru used plenty of aliases but this one was surely ‘her’ favorite of all of them by far. Putting on a pout the blonde cross dresser dropped both blue orbs forlornly to the ground, the bottom of ‘her’ sneaker scuffing lightly against the ground.

"We used to have really good sex in that one empty classroom on the second floor, it was something special I'll tell 'ya..." Hikaru could barely surpress a smile as 'she' instead swapped for a longing sigh.

“But he’s got a lot of other prettier girls to be with than me, whatever, I’ll show him. I’ll dump his sorry ass and get a much better boyfriend.” ‘she’ exclaimed, mouth curling into a half smirk before glancing back at Seimei. Yeah, something like that was a good story. Definitely believable, Hikaru thought returning to ‘her’ usual sparkly self.

“Hey, hey, is that an accent I hear? Wao, what was that?” Hikaru tapped an index finger against her lips leisurely, eyebrows lifted in surprise “Ummmuu…. Osaka… maybe? I’ve only heard something like that once I think.” the blonde blinked a couple times before shrugging both shoulders, crossing ‘her’ arms on the top of the red-heads desk.

“What’s it like there anyway? Heard it’s pretty fuckin’ nice or something… maybe that was Hokkaido? There’s lots of snow there ya know? I’d like to see a lot of snow, not that shit we get here.” Continuing to play around with a strand of ‘her’ hair ‘she’ grinned in Seimei’s direction before growing silent again, exchanging glances between what was outside the window and the red-head’s face.

“So, for the sake of conversation how ‘bout we swap life stories or something like that? I’d really rather not sit around in silence watching you devour my labor of love.” practically beaming the ‘girl’ tapped a finger on the desk, right next to the bento before leaning forward again.

“Don’t worry though, there’s always something to love about a guy who talks with his mouth full.”

notes: woo for gender confusion BD

[takeuchi seimei]

can't close my eyes i'm wide awake,

He preened under the show of approval like a peacock, though as expected Seimei’s physical appearance was lacked the flamboyance and splendor of that particular omni-colored fowl. But even with the lack of multihued feathers to boast with he was still a tawdrily guy in his own respects. Nonetheless his choices in evocative expressions had made Hikaru happy and if nothing else, a Hosts goal was to please the client no matter whom they might be. Such could be applied for life as well in many instances but he wasn’t quite that deep yet. No, right at this moment he was set to entertain and the boisterous redhead was eager to please the fair-haired cherub for as long as she was willing to hang around. But he had to say he could get addicted to having her attentions. It was a thought he really should not be having in these moments when he hadn’t even exchanged their names and to have jumped from casual social contact to prospective distraction outside of work and of his own concurrence. Though who honestly could blame the boy for being, well, a boy?

Should he have been a little worried at how straight-faced the girl had spoken? Probably, affirming ones prior concerns of kidnapping with such an unwavering personage was a feat hardly anyone he knew outside of the Yakuza could achieve and she had nailed it like a pro. It should have been reason enough to earnestly look at the endearing blonde with more than just thoughts of Saturday afternoons and Ferris Wheels floating in thought. The teen blinked for a moment, more startled by the flagrant cursing than by the content of the sentence spoken before he donned a amorous expression of his own. “Oh that so? If it’s you askin I don’t think you need to even waste drugs on me. I’d almost certainly follow ya knowin it was gonna happen.” A light fib, he’d definitely fall in line even if it was to some shady warehouse in another district, but he’d bring his knives with him at the very least. “And another thing, cuss words shouldn’t be coming out of a cutie like you. If ya keep that up who knows might I might do to punish ya.” He chuckled, leaning away from her just an enough so that his vision was not completely consumed by her profile.

His hand posed to begin the dissection of the wonderfully designed bento was had a moments pause forced upon it as the utensils were snatched away, not that he resisted. He’d watched her briefly pluck one of the octopus shaped sausages from among the others like it and eat it herself and was more than just a little eager to accept food from her hand even if she was sort of trying to shove it down his throat in the same instant. Though, one can hardly force feed the willingly fed. Seimei accepted the bit of meat and made a small harmonious sound of ecstasy, swaying in his chair. “It’s the best thing I’ve eaten in a long time! I can tell ya spent a lot of effort in making this! Whoever it was for should be ashamed, especially if it’s a guy! Leavin such a wonderful meal made by an even more wonderful gal like you to get cold!” And then just like that she dropped the bomb, she was Fuyu-kun’s girlfriend. Why wasn’t he fucking surprised? In an instant it was like all the animated energy in him made a rapid exit and the teen slumped a little, dejectedly staring at the bento and drawing useless circles on the tabletop. “Man, figures ya had a boyfriend. No way would ya not have one, mean, common sense Sei.” It was more a self-reproach than a remark toward the one in question who had gone on to tell him a little bit of information that brought an entirely too vivid visual to mind.

“AH! Don’t tell me what he did to you! Shattering my little heart here.” He groaned, a very light dusting of red proving that he was not as unaffected by her blatant speech as he’d like to believe. But not all hope was lost apparently. Shigeru wasn’t living up to being a good boyfriend? Was that a sign from Heaven? Not that Seimei made a habit of stealing people’s girlfriends but honestly who could neglect someone who loved them as much as Hikaru clearly did! “Yush! If he can’t be man enough to take care of ya and not go flingin his diddler around other girls he ain’t the right one. I’d take much better care of ya, just sayin.” He said with a few curt nods as if to accentuate his earnest declaration before breaking out in another winning smile. “Got me, I used to live there when I was a kid before the folks decided that comin to Tokyo had more opportunities to it. Think it was the Senboku District.”

Extending his hand he reclaimed the chopsticks and then neatly placed them atop the yet to be tucked into bento and extended his hand out to Hikaru. “Takeuchi Seimei, ya can call me Sei.”

EVERY HAIR ON MY BODY

has got a thing for this place

THIS SEXY TABLE WAS MADE BY KYRIE

[FUYUMINE HIKARU]

REFLECTIONS OF THE SCENERY ARE ALL TURNED & TWISTED,
my hand that is holding your face even if you're right there

A Cheshire like smile rested pleasantly on Hikaru’s features as ‘she’ reveled in Seimei’s delight over the small bento box. It was almost stupidly easy to please this guy; the blonde began to draw circles on the desks surface, complimented by a merry humming. It had been awhile since the last time Hikaru had met someone this…. well, gullible. It wasn’t a bad trait, the nineteen year old was rather fond of susceptible people truth be told. ‘Her’ large sapphire orb’s lifted towards the red-heads face, studying his movements as well as the many ever changing expressions he seemed to have. ‘She’ couldn’t deny that ‘she’ fancied this kid somewhat; he seemed like someone who would wait on ‘her’ every whim. Or, at least, that’s the type of vibe he gave off, being so obviously taken with Hikaru already.

Not that ‘she’ was surprised or anything, ‘she’ was quite fond of ‘herself’ as well. However, when Seimei pointed out that he was much more qualified to be ‘boyfriend’ material, the cross-dresser couldn’t help but giggle, leaning ‘her’ head against the desk. Looking up at the boy innocently ‘she’ simply smirked in response, tone soft as the beat of a hummingbird’s wing.

“Am I allowed to assume that was some sort of crappy confession?” ‘she’ inquired with a raised eyebrow, tilting ‘her’ head just a slight bit as both eyes kept locked on Seimei’s.

“You want to be my boyfriend or something?” ‘She’ grinned, reaching out to take the boy’s extended hand, all the more cheery when ‘she’ found out that ‘her’ guess had been correct; Osakan’s had lovely accents ‘she’ supposed. Giving a firm shake, the ‘girl’ straightened out, propping ‘herself’ on an elbow, palm cupped around ‘her’ cheek. Seimei Takeuchi? Hikaru made sure to keep a specific spot in ‘her’ memory for that name, although it wouldn’t be surprising if ‘she’ forgot it over the course of the next few hours. The blonde was rather forgetful with things like names and faces.

“Well Sei-chan, I’m quite flattered by not only your accent and offer to be a better boyfriend than my shit-poor excuse for one…” the ‘girl’ blinked twice, lips curling upwards into an almost devious expression, keeping the red head in ‘her’ sights.

“But what do you really know about me? Besides the fact that I’m clearly beautiful and horridly heartbroken?” rolling ‘her’ tongue the nineteen year old motioned with ‘her’ index finger for the younger boy to come closer, as if about to tell him some grave secret. Still wearing the same conniving smirk, with a hushed voice, ‘she’ leaned forward more when Seimei was close enough, seemingly about to whisper in his ear but instead only gave a soft, hot blow of air on his earlobe.

Pulling back Hikaru chuckled lightly into ‘her’ jacket’s sleeve, eyeing the boy from the corner of ‘her’ clear, azure orbs. What could ‘she’ say? Teasing guy’s like Seimei was almost a sort of past-time for the blonde cross-dresser. Settling down Hikaru began to draw circles on the desks surface again, which slowly began to turn into large, deformed hearts of some sort. Exchanging glances between what the nineteen year old was drawing and the redhead in front of ‘her’, Hikaru forced a sigh. It wasn’t too forced, it slipped past ‘her’ glossy lips in an airy breath, as both eyes slid towards Seimei again.

“I’m part of the Yakuza.” ‘she’ lied, the false information easing its way through ‘her’ system as if it were really true. Shooting Seimei a serious look, as if to follow the lie Hikaru’s face went deadpan for a brief moment before ‘she’ began beaming again. It was close enough to the truth, ‘she’ supposed, after all it wasn’t rare that people on the streets would give the ‘girl’ one look and instantly think that. What with the blonde hair and flashy outfits, Hikaru loved playing that part.

“What if I said something like that? Right? What would you think? I mean, could you really love someone like me? What if I’m actually a rogue assassin who’s on a covert mission to slit your throat? Or an alien who wants to probe your brain? What if I was actually a boy, huh? With a dick and everything? Then what?” despite the urgency of ‘her’ tone, Hikaru wore quite the nonchalant smile as ‘her’ deformed hearts had reverted back to circles on the desks surface. ‘She’ didn’t really feel sad, some people might say otherwise but Hikaru didn’t need things like ‘love’ or ‘dating’, sure, ‘she’d do it for fun but other than that romance might as well be dead. They were unnecessary to someone like Hikaru who’s only true love was ‘herself’.

“Do you think you like me? Or do you just want to fuck me in an empty classroom like Shige-chan? Spit it out or I’m never ‘gonna know~” ‘she’ requested with quite the blasé shrug. Suddenly the ‘girl’ grinned though, realizing one thing.

“Ah! I cussed again. My bad, my bad~ Guess I get a punishment game, eh?” the nineteen year old’s index and middle finger saluted towards the redhead as ‘she’ let out a small laugh again, reaching into the bento and tossing another sausage octopus into ‘her’ mouth. Delighted the blonde tilted ‘her’ head, not really sure if ‘she’ was being serious or not, but either way the thought of a punishment from a guy like Seimei wasn’t very intimidating. A flick on the forehead? Some form of endearing nudge or swat? Hikaru didn’t mind the sound of that, it was cute, in a ‘I’m going to puke chunks’ sort of way.

“Hit me with your best shot, Sei-chaaan ♥”

notes: BDb sorry it took me awhile but here it is