~Hikikomori~ (Ravi and Oil)

[Castello]

Name: Takeshi Akemi


Age: 17 or 21


Physical appearance:

(his hair colour and eye colour are both black)


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The sound of young school girls squealing echoed harshly in Takeshi's ears. It was so blooding boilingly painful to listen to. Knowing that there were people out there that got along, that could converse without the slightest bit of anxiety. Why did he have to be so terrified of them? Why couldn't Takeshi be a normal human being?


Slurping on the last of his ramen as it was the only thing he could afford with the payment his parents offered him and still have enough for the other bills. He was a writer, nothing special, but he knew one day he would make it big, or he white lied that to himself at least. It was a simple life, but it was his life, the only one he had known for the past 3 years, since the graduation of high school. But those years might aswell not have existed, they were meaningless, it was better to forget about the acts portrayed there by his fellow pupils. For a moment Takeshi was almost flooded within his own thought, but when his computer shut off, terminating the writing he had been working so dillegently on, a surge of anger overcame him. "YOU GOT TO BE F@#% kidding me!" Takeshi said not putting a single care on who heard his sinful curses. There wasn't many people to bother anyways, his neighbour to the right moved away a week ago and he still awaited his new neighbour, who might've already came, what did he know and cared? Luckily his other neighbour was a deaf old guy, with eyes for ears.


The anger slowly slipped past him after slamming his key board and whispering more curses to himself. He slowly closed his eyes and breathed in and out, trying to calm himself down, he didn't want to break another hole in the wall, like he did last time. In order to calm himself down he opened his curtains and stared down at the city of Tokyo, it was at times like this that he was glad to be so high up in his apartment. The final thing he would do was blare American pop music, in which he couldn't understand. As the anger withdrew he became a little more confident whispering the bright sides. "I am in no hurry anyways, my parent's pension is massive they have lots of money to send to me. The book will be made evantually.." Takeshi whispered to himself, slowly being able to pull off a small smile as the power to his computer came back on, realizing that he had apparently saved 30 seconds ago. He got a little angered again, he just got angry for nothing! But then again, he was relieved that he had not lost his 'hard' work.

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[Tangy]

~*~Hiromi Matsushita~*~


Age: 22


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"Are you sure you're ok lady?" the cab driver asked the woman as she slumped down the seat- exhausted and looking as if she would pass out at any given minute. However, she managed to keep awake during the entire trip and finally had they stopped in front of an apartment building complex. The miserable looking woman that sat in the back seat of the car in the looked like she had been part of an all night party. Not only was that to be assumed by her way too raunchy clothing choice and her mystique beauty she presented but the dark circles under her eyes and the way she slumped down in the car- eyes heavy and her whole demeanor groggy- she had probably also been drinking a bit too much. Or rather, that was to be assumed.


"So...is this your house lady?" The cab driver asked her, keeping a keen eye on her from his rear-view mirror. However, the woman stayed silent as she looked out lifelessly out the window. This did not help assumptions at all as now she could easily be prescribed as a 'drugged up.' Finally, after some time, did the woman finally begin to actually LOOK at the destination before her and get a clear and good look at it- or at least, the best to her currently miserable ability. After apparently seeming to think about it, she nodded her head slowly and lightly- it could've been easily missed.


"Yes...this should do." she spoke- softly and barely audible. She reached down her cleavage and pulled out a skeptical was of cash and handed it to the cab driver. Without him being able to say a word, she exited out of the cab and began to walk sluggishly and zombie-like towards the complex, ignoring the yells from the driver on how 'he couldn't possibly take all this money.' But neither did he really even try to return the money and finally 'gave up his hard effort' and drove off. Chivalry at it's finest.


He should be here...he has to be. Please let him be here- she pleaded to the gods as she continued to walk towards his destination.


Through her foggy mind she dwelled over any of the possibly options. He may not live here anymore or maybe he may be married and/or have a family and won't allow for her to randomly ask for refuge in his home for a while as she had not seen him since a few months after graduation.


She had to shake those thoughts away though, and hope for the best. With that she continued to make her way up the stairs- though the process was slow and sluggish and took every effort not to just collapse right there. Finally she made it and eventually made her way to the correct door- or at least, what she HOPED to be the correct door.


She bit at her lip and thought things over- which was difficult and just helped give her a migraine. Finally, she forced herself to knock on the door, hoping for the best and prepared for the worst.


"Come on Takeshi."

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[Castello]

Takeshi shoved another cigarette into his face as he anxiously began typing into his keyboard. Writing had never been a strong suit for Takeshi, although he was still determined to write this novel, whether it turned out terrible or not. You see writing was a form of solitude for Takeshi, it always was. During his highschool years Takeshi would find the farthest corner of his posh and polished school where he stared down at a coffee stain piece of paper for the breaks and lunch hour. While there was always a sensation of loneliness, he was contempt and happy, anything to be away from his fellow pupils. However one girl always popped up in his head, and it wasn't a feeling of love, more a feeling of respect: Takeshi's only friend. Hitomi, or Hiromi, her name was vaguely in his mind, but her presence and prowess could never leave his head. She was the inspiration for all his female characters, her beauty reflected gracefully in his head, but he would never fall in love with her, she was to good for him, way to good.


After 5 minutes of writing a sound entered his head;


*Knock* *Knock*


for a moment he mistook it for a voice in his head, but the sound was genuine, calm, not something fathomed within his head. He got up reluctantly, it was probably just the mail man waiting to pester him with his parent's letters, but no, that wasn't his knock, this knock had grace, who could it be? Thoughts ran through Takeshi's head, normally he wouldn't answer the door, the fear of human confrontation scarred his mind. But the knock was so endearing, he just had to open it. He began to walk is way through the piles of garbage scattered on the floor, he took a bottle of febreeze air freshener and sprayed it into the stench of Ramen and body odour, barely helping the foul scent. Finally making it through the obstacle course of trash he finally made his way to the shrine, the door. He slowly reached for knob and turned it slowly...


*Creakkkk*


Takeshi opened the door halfway open, he couldn't believe who he was looking in the eye, it was her....


At that moment her name shot back to him like a light bulb and he opened his mouth as his cigarette fell to his shoes. Her hair was beautiful, much better than the models on the computer site, he didn't know what to say, he was speechless. Finally the social anxiety died down and he opened his mouth.


"Hi-Hiromi....?"

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[Tangy]

He had hardly changed- look wise and she was relieved- so, so relieved when his eyes met hers. There was a look of shock in his face and for a moment she had worried it wasn't him, as her mind was foggy and she could hardly think straight. Finally had he opened his mouth and spoke.


"Hi-Hiromi....?"


He not had just spoken- but he said her name. Remembered her and that had rushed reassurance within her body and the fatigue had finally gotten the best of her and she collapsed/threw herself at the man she was all too familiar with- and excused it as a hug.


"Takeshi..." she uttered his name softly and groggily. He was all too familiar of a man that she could almost let her guard down and fall asleep now as it was but that would be rude and couldn't just leave such confusion to poor Takeshi, in whom hadn't seen her in years.


She looked up at him and offered the best smile she could manage in such a state- though as tired as she may be, her smile was sincere and warm; genuine. Much more so than all the fake natural smiles she would offer during her shoots as a model.


"Look at you." she said softly as she reached up to mess at his hair. Even though she was a year older, he still managed to be taller than her. Then again, she had abandoned her heels long before the trip in the cab. "Smoking is a nasty habit you know~." she teased lightly, showing that she was completely comfortable with him, despite the gap of time that she had not seen him or even so much as contacted him. Not even on holidays but she was sure he had seen her. She was on some commercials, she was a model in magazines..he had to have spotted her at least once on something.


"Would you please let me in?"

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[Castello]

Hiromi's embrace stunned Takeshi, human hands on his body that did not belong to him? The feeling felt so foreign, unnatural, he didn't know how to react. Finally he reached his hands behind her back and tapped once and pulled back from her hug. He anxiously put on a smile to cover up his fear, simultaneously backing up. He listened to what she said and did nothing about the hair she messed up, the words reminding of her mothers, the ones about not smoking. He chuckled lightly and picked up the cigarette, scrunching it up and throwing it into his pocket. But then it hit him: 'how was he going to show her this room-no, mess..?'


Takeshi backed up even more but he tripped on a sturdy plastic medication bottle and landed softly into the sea of plastic behind him, not bruising at all. 'No....' Takeshi thought to himself and slowly raised to his feet, she had probably seen his room. What a show, Hiromi deserved better, she deserved a red carpet, not a coke stained one! He couldn't stand this, she deserved better! Takeshi slowly began to close the door. "I'm sorry, I am um, busy..." He said in a slow tone with a scent of sadness. Why was he sad, he had been away from humans for so long, what did he care about a childhood friend? The thoughts came in too fast for Takeshi's mind and he didn't even realize the door could not be closed due to the same medication bottle blocking it.

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[Tangy]

Hiromi ad to admit...she was shocked. Shocked to watch as Takeshi backed away from her and all the same refused her offer to come in.


Everything she had planned had now crumbled beneath her. Her refuge, her idealist plans of getting away from it all. Her stupid plans on how Takeshi would save her from the mess she had created upon herself- it all in a blink of an eye collapsed. Takeshi didn't really care about her...he was busy. He probably had a life that he was happy with and didn't have any room for her. She would probably just be a burden to him. There was no possible room for anybody like Hiromi anymore, anything that they once had had stayed in the past- locked away and left to be hidden in coats of dust. There was no way to possibly get that back, was there?


And before Hiromi could even realize it, she began to cry. She hadn't even meant to, and she was surprised that in such a dreary state she was in, she could even afford anything that required extra effort such as tears. But oh how they flowed. And sadly, she couldn't even depict the reason why. She didn't know if she was crying A) because Takeshi was rejecting her from his life or B) she had no plan B and was royally screwed over.


And with these tears she was flooded with a sense of embarrassment- on how pitiable she must look now. And so she desperately tried to wipe at her eyes- but to no avail.


"Takeshi.." she whimpered his name as she kept trying to make the tears go away. "I'm sorry for neglecting you...you're right, I have no reason to try and enter your life anymore.." she took a step back, so that she cold make herself get away from him but hardly was it working. She didn't want this to happen, though it was...wasn't it? And she felt crushed.

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[Castello]

The guilt flowed into his mind, he just made the dearest person to him cry, what had he become? But more importantly why was she crying? Takeshi hesitantly opened the door, unsure why he did so, it would've been easier just the slam the door on her and be done with it. But a voice in his head told him otherwise, the voice was a little more calm sounding than his other ones, sort of like a father's. He looked at her, noticing she looked exhausted, stressed, like she had a hard time just coming to meet him. He gave a guilt filled look and opened the door completely.


"Hi-Hiromi... why are you crying? My room doesn't smell that bad, does it?" He said in a sympathetic tone.


But he still had anxiety within his voice, he hadn't been around a woman, let alone a human for over 2 years now. He reached his shaking arm over to her shoulder and patted it once, as he slowly withdrew it. "Do you, want to, uh, coming in?" Takeshi said as if driving force told him to say that. But now he realized she would have to see his cluttered room, with the disposed plastic and food products scattered about. However maybe that would make her want to leave, get away from him for the rest of his life, but did he really want that? He wasn't completely sure himself.

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[Tangy]

Hiromi nodded slowly when he suddenly changed his mind- his voice was soft and sympathetic and didn't sound annoyed. Perhaps there was still some ounce of hope..? She wiped at her eyes again and forced herself to calm down. Damn I shouldn't have cried, that only made my eyes more heavy... she scorned herself as she sniffled.


Before Takeshi could possibly change his mind again she walked past him and entered his home. The first thing her foot made contact with almost tripped her and she looked down to notice she had stepped on a pill bottle. "Oh...sorry." she said softly as she took her foot off of it and tried to continue on walking. His home was a pure wreck. Garbage and clothes spread about everywhere- hardly could you even see the floor. Her eyes widened, she looked over at Takeshi and scanned over him carefully. Even his hair was a sloppy mess- well at least, she was sure it was before she messed with it. But his clothes were disheveled too and, glancing at the wall, it seemed some spots needed repairs too.


All she could really do though was release a soft, relaxed giggle. "Heh~ Wow..." she said, as she looked all over the room. "Such a mess, then again you are a man." she teased as she stooped down to push aside some trash so she could sit. And she did- she wasn't nervous to touch his floor and she didn't look like she wanted to leave anytime soon either. "I guess that means your single huh? Or you'd have a girl kept as your personal housekeeper." she smiled lightly, actually a little relieved. Mind you, it wasn't because she would've been jealous or anything just rather, her being the vainly attractive woman she was- didn't want to cause misunderstandings between anyone.

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[Castello]

Before Takeshi could even block the entrance she slipped by and tripped on the same pill bottle, as if it was infused with curses. He quickly picked up the bottle and watched her enter his room, almost waiting for her to scream in terror at the cleanliness of his room. But she didn't.. she actually seemed okay with it, she even teased him like his mother would. When she mentioned him being single he nodded, he could never really socialize with females, well other than maybe her, but he could probably never withhold a relationship. He walked towards her quietly, shuffling through the garbage.


"So, uh, what brings you to my apartment?" He asked curiously as a he took a seat at his table in the middle of his room, waiting for her to sit at the opposite end. He didn't want to bring up her crying scene, he was sure there was a valid reason for it. However words of his mother came beating back into his head 'Always treat your guests like royality', as the thought came he got up and looked into her eyes, struggling to do so though.


"Would you like some, um, Tea?" He asked slowly and awkwardly.

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[Tangy]

She scooted over to the other side of the little Japanese table and rested her head wearily on her arms- which were rested on the table. She smiled warmly as she made a slow and sluggish little nod. "Yes...tea sounds wonderful right now, thank you." she thought overly carefully on an excuse for why she had come here. But ultimately it all led up to the same reason. So she decided to just tell him.


"Say Takeshi...do you think I can stay here for at least the night?" she asked desperately as she closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see his his reaction to it because frankly she was scared of just what he might say. He was her only possible game plan when she came up with this at a spur of moment and he was the only hope she had. If not...then well, she was just to tired to think of the what ifs right now.

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(sorry short post ;~

 

[Castello]

Before getting up and getting the Tea he listened to what she had to say next. And it surprised Takeshi greatly. She wanted to stay the night with him, in the same room....


Takeshi wasn't sure on how to reply, he couldn't exactly say no, I mean he made her cry and look at her, she was exhausted. But if he said yes he would have to stay in the same room as another human being. Takeshi stuttered out his words, the anxiety of the situation getting to him, but he finally let the words slide out.


"Yes."


He said abruptly as he just realized, he said the wrong word...


Why did he say yes, when he clearly wanted to say no? His lips even shaped the word no, but still yes is the word his heart and lungs wanted to say. Takeshi paused a moment, confused by it all, but the damage had been done, he was staying with a human, not to mention a girl for the entire night. His body froze and he slowly scooted away into the kitchen where he had all his Tea making equipment. He grabbed the boiler and held it under the sink where hot water poured out filling the boiler quickly. He removed it from the tap and set it down on the stove where the water quickly heated up, and boiled. He poured it into the only clean cup he had and added the teabag into the compound. He didn't know what woman liked in their Tea so he brought both cream and a bowl of sugar cubes. He slowly scooted back and set the tea and implements on the table, saying nothing.


(It's fine, as long as we don't do one liners I am happy. )

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[Tangy]

She took the tea and thanked him, putting effort in sitting up straight and drinking the tea. It was warm and tasteful, and she was able to relax and enjoy the tea as it warmed her insides.


"Thanks for letting me stay..." she breathed as she set the cup down and looked at him in the eye, a small but genuine smile on her face. "Honestly...I'm so fed up with it all." She said as she reached down her cleavage once more and pulled out a folded piece of paper- the material smooth like the pages from a magazine. She unfolded it and smoothed out it's wrinkles the best to her ability and layed it down beside her tea on the table. It was an advertisement for some new energy drink - and there was her and her beautiful body in a sports bra and shorts - drinking the drink and giving the appearance that she felt refreshed from drinking said energy drink. Your typical advertisement, and Hiromi could only stare down at it in a clear distance.


"I'm just so...sick of it." she mumbled lightly again as she shook her head, closed her eyes and forced herself to take deep breathes. "Your medication..." she finally said, looking back up at him. "Anything I can take? I don't really care what it is, honestly."

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[Castello]

Was that why she came? Because her job was to hard? She had no clue what Takeshi had been through, her problems were nothing compared to his! Takeshi had a mix of anger, confusion and something unidentifiable. He slowly grabbed another cigarette and put it in his mouth and began to laugh from the mesh of emotions, but he was no longer afraid.


"You call that a problem!? I've been here in this bloody apartment for 2 years, not have I felt the grace of sunshine or the feeling of anothers touch!" He said loudly, with a mix of anger and chuckling. But another surge of emotions came across him... sadness. A single tear ran down his cheek and the final emotion became clear to him, loneliness.


"Do you know what extended lonliness feels like? Being away from everyone else and it's not that I don't want to be around people... it's because I am terrified. I am terrified around you! EVERYONE! My only company is the text on the computer screen and these damned voices!" He said breathing loudly, loosing his head from anger. The single tear became multiple and he couldn't control the sobbing. This wasn't the first time either, he did the same thing when he heard his dear grandfather died and he was to cowardly to go to his funeral. He covered his face and slowly his head hit the table, rumbling it a bit.





(Sorry, I don't get to go this dramatic often )

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[Tangy]

"Wha..T-Takeshi.." she flinched back as he began to shout- yelling about how her problems were petty compared to his. He never left his apartment in two years. His yelling were mixed with anger and laughter and it made Hiromi scoot back- not caring her expensive clothes were probably being stained by any of the content from the garbage that hid most of the floor. Takeshi had turned into a hikikomori and was now gaining the personalty traits of a serial killer and he was angry with her and she didn't know what he might just do.


A tear suddenly left Takeshi's eye, leaving Hiromi to let out a light gasp as she watched him. Watched him vent off about what he probably couldn't to anybody...in 2 years.


"Do you know what extended loneliness feels like? Being away from everyone else and it's not that I don't want to be around people... it's because I am terrified. I am terrified around you! EVERYONE! My only company is the text on the computer screen and these damned voices!"


By now he was sobbing and full of rage and anger, he looked like he'd lose it in any minute from now. Hiromi squeaked and threw her arms over her face in a sort of defense motion- she clasped her eyes shut and would only wait for some kind of terrible inevitable.


'clank!'


But instead that's all she heard...and then a silence set. Releasing a breath- shuddering and terrified, Hiromi forced herself to unshield herself and look over- only to see Takeshi had face planted into his table. He was broken. He had vented and all that steam and mixed emotions he released finally exploded and now he was probably null. At least, that's how it turned out with her.


Part of Hiromi wanted to crawl over and pet Takeshi- comfort him and focus on his problem, focus on him alone as the topic of herself just did nothing but leave her with a bitter taste in her mouth. However, another part of her- the part that was currently winning, was scared out of her mind and left her stiff and unsure on what to do. She could only stare at the man that was once her best friend- stare and wonder what in the hell had happened since the time she had last started?


What left the both of them?

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[Castello]

Takeshi's sobbing eventually died down and he sniffled one last time before he would even raise his head. His face was a mess, a red sclera much like that of a drug users and the tears covered all over his face, smudged by the contact of his hands. He felt pathetic, what had he just done, but he felt better in some ways, mind you not much better, but he wasn't angry. He grabbed a tissue from a box and wiped his face, drying it completely. He shook his face around a bit and sighed. He now noticed the fear in Hiromi's eyes, and he begun to feel a little bad.


"I am um, sorry about that. It's just you know, I haven't been around someone I could talk to.. the emotions just leaked out of me. If you erm, want I can find you a hotel nearby. I just don't know if I can handle being with someone." He said, the sadness barely in his voice.




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[Tangy]

Hiromi nodded slowly. She was going to find a hotel for the other days but was just so tired today...she didn't feel she could do it. "I guess I'll just leave if you want me to..." she looked down on the floor, looking a bit hurt and confused- couldn't even look Takeshi in the eyes. She busied herself by awkwardly pulling some of her hair behind her ear. All she wanted was sleep...or something. She was tired and miserable and didn't know what to do but of course talking to Takeshi about it, he'll just call her selfish. Tell her her reasons are stupid or something, won't he? What happened to the man she could tell anything and everything to?


"Can you at least lend me a cigarette?" she asked lightly, not even bothering to look his way.

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[Castello]

Takeshi paused a moment, and let out a long sigh. "Fine you may stay the night, you can have my bed I'll sleep on the couch. It's the least I could do for scaring you." He said in a happier tone. "But don't expect me to tuck you in or anything like that, I have trouble sitting across from you." He added, and was able to set his gaze into hers, but only for a split moment.


When she asked for a cigarette he chuckled a bit, and puffed out his. "I thought that was a bad habit? Pretty models like yourself should lay off these things, they make you look older quicker. Not to mention lung cancer. And besides this is my last one." He said in a humerous tone, however mentioning the model part he remembered she set down a ad for one of her shoots. He reached over and picked it up, trying not to burst into laughter. Maybe her life was harder than he thought, much more embarrassing than his anyways.


"So tell me, how did you get into modelling? Or what I should say, how did you get into this mess?"

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[Tangy]

"Oh I told you I'm fed up with it!" she looked up and shouted in defense as she detected the entertainment he got from her whole modelling act. She looked over at the advertisement he held in his hands and wrinkled up her nose in disgust. "I'm so sick of it..." she mumbled as she balled up her fists and thought back to her whole modelling career. "You understand right..? How I told you I was going to go out into the city and become a big time artist...or something. You know, I love art." Finally, distracted enough with her words was she able to look up at him and begin to sincerely talk to him. Him being the good old childhood friend from long ago, the truth that she couldn't deal with telling anyone finally just flooded from her mouth so naturally and effortlessly...and in a way it was so comforting.


"I went out there...and I tried. But apparently I'm not good enough. They said it's good but I don't know the first thing about composition and symbolism so basically it can look great but without those two parts in art I may as well just draw for shits and giggles." she bit at her lip as she said that, her eyes were slightly wet but she shrugged it all off, swallowed and let out a nervous, bitter laugh as if she really could care less. "So, I just kinda gave up..and fate came across and I ran into an agent. Said I had the abilities to be a natural born model, if I wanted to be. And the pay was great, you know so...I guess I was flooded with the false and childish thought that that was 'my calling'. I decided to sign up for it and that's when I became nothing but a pretty and expensive little ball joint doll for them to dress up and pose. You know, screw my feelings and all." she glanced over at the advertisement once again. "You know, I've posed for some...other magazines too, you know. But...what do you say when some pig looks at you and tells you that he's seen you that way in those kind of magazines. He just bores his eyes into you rudely- begins to undress you with his eyes. I-it's sick! Nobody even cares about my feelings, there's no such thing as 'me' anymore..." she had to shake the thoughts away before she began the regret process. "I-I'm sorry Takeshi...you really don't want to hear this."

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[Castello]

Takeshi paused a moment and realized his friend Hiromi had been through some hard times aswell. He took another puff of his cigarette and breathed in a little bit. "I see, well I guess I am sorry for the way I reacted before. I-If you wanted to, you could speak to me more about it if it makes you feel better, it's not like I am going anywhere am I right!?" He said chuckling a little bit tossing the cigarette in the garbage can behind him, the glory days of his basketball career shining through. However he was glad he didn't buy those kind of magazines, it would be rather awkward to see a childhood friend in those poses...


He tried removing the thought out of his brain by shaking his head. "So anyways, remember how I liked to write back then? Well I was actually writing away just before you came, my book is going to sell millions I tell you! U-uh, well maybe not, but maybe enough for another pack of cigarettes..." He said smiling a little bit, he was beginning to settle in, he was actually quite comfortable.

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[Tangy]

"Really?" she widened her eyes, happy to stray the topic away from herself. "It's on that computer over there, right?" she asked curiously as she noticed the computer not too far away from them. "What's it about? You should let me read it one time when I'm so groggy." she gave a friendly smile to him. "Wow, my little Takeshi has become writer~" she teased, a small glint her eye. "I wonder what he's writing about, it's not a sappy love story, is it?" she pegged at him as she comfortably was able to scoot over to the table again and drink from her tea.

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[Castello]

Takeshi smiled, he felt flattered that she seemed so interested in his stupid little book, that would probably disappoint the ones who bought it. "Well when you are locked up in your little apartment you have to make money somehow, well I have my parents supporting me but that's aside the point, I plan to pay them back... one day!" He said as optimistically as possible, but he knew making money would be a challenge, if only he could venture outside and get a job.. but he digressed.


Takeshi nodded a little reluctantly when she guessed if it was a sappy love story. "Yeah I am thinking of making it a fantasy romance, you know dragons and magic, all that cool stuff. I haven't exactly nailed down the characters though, I am thinking of making the main character a princess- Oh look me, sorry bout' that, you look tired would you like me to prepare your room for the night?" He said in a slightly embarrassed tone.

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[Tangy]

"Of course it's a love story." she said as she finished up her tea. "You were always one for the impossible." She set down her empty cup and nodded when he asked if he would like to get her room ready for the night. "Yes, thank you kindly. Don't worry about too much preparing now- I think I could fall asleep on concrete at this point." she joked as she let out a yawn to support her statement. "Thank you so much Takeshi...I was scared. You were really my only option, you know. Thanks for still accepting me." she offered him that same warm smile- the genuine one that he knew and not the media.

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[Castello]

Takeshi smiled, but didn't look her in the eye. However he was a little confused on what she meant when she said he was her only hope? Was she homeless, did she just want to get away from the world or was it something totally different? He decided not to ask her as she was probably very tired. He stood up off the seat and made his way to the door behind him, which was a challenge to open because of all the garbage. He opened the door slowly and looked in, turning on the lights. The room was rather clean compared to his 'living' room, just had a couple of plastic containers lying around. By the window was a smallish bed, that fit Takeshi perfectly. He looked back to Hiromi and nodded quickly and looking away as fast as possible.


"Here it is, make yourself at home." He said in welcoming voice.

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[Tangy]

(Oil's going through all my roleplays: Viewing latest activity FTW)

Hiromi stood up and stretched. Outside of her somewhat inappropriate attire (mostly just the garter belt stockings and the tight short dress) she didn't have anything to sleep it. However, if she could sleep on concrete then this thing was a piece of cake. She walked past him and into the room, happy there wasn't a cluttered bed. Any other time she would've denied access to the bed, especially after barging in without warning like this. But she was just so tired she just didn't feel like arguing over such matters. Anyways, the room looked rather cozy and she slugged over to the bed, and pressed her hand into it. Damn, that even felt cozy. "Thanks again Takeshi." she said as she just fell into the bed and began to nuzzle into it- making herself plenty comfortable.


Not only was the bed comfortable but it smelt like Takeshi- and as oddly as that may have sounded, it was far comforting. Made her feel safe and at home. Better than any nice and fancy hotel bed that reeked of something clean and expensive. Luxury didn't settle as good as the comfort of home could.

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[Castello]

(Seems you are stalking the stalker :3)

Takeshi was glad she was happy with the room, atleast he did something descent today, for once. He went into the nearby closet and pulled out a small matress and dragged it out. But then he realized something: where the hell was he going to put it!? Outside the room was filled with trash and stuff, the only place that had any room... was his own bedroom. The only problem was Hiromi was sleeping there and since the beds were so low they might aswell be sleeping next to each other. It was alot like a school girl's slumber party, just no fun. He slowly set the mattress down next to Hiromi's and laid down and pulled the blanket over his head, what he couldn't see, couldn't bother him right? Yet he still felt uncomfortable and he couldn't fall asleep.

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(Should we do a timeskip?)

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