ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘...

Archer gave the newcomer a bit of a sly, yet charming smile. Legs crossed as the eerie cover of Almost Transparent Blue by Ryû Murakami stared back at the other. Oh, they looked about the same year? Maybe so, never saw him around; or maybe Archer didn’t notice him. He did that, tend to not see the quiet ones, because the loudest were so close to him.

The raven gave a gentle nod.

“Hello.” He said so politely, his accent ringing through his simple Japanese speech. “Now now, I thought the proper way to intrude such a close space of someone was to ask if the seat is taken, first?” He dramatically brought his hand to his chest, eyes on the second raven, though his novel was still not put down. “Should I feel offended ~ ?”

    Masamune barely glanced up from his book towards the other, ❝ Is this seat taken then ? ❞ He asked simply, looking back to his book, ❝ I mean no offense. ❞ He added, flipping through the pages of the novel he had picked out, ❝ It just didn’t look taken. ❞       He’d already read this one, so he was just looking for the one chapter he wanted to revisit. Sadly, he couldn’t recall which it was. ❝ You're from America, right ? ❞ he asked, not really looking up. Making conversation wasn’t what he planned on doing, especially in a library, but this guy was probably more interesting than paging through something old.

           ❛❛  —- About that, I haven’t.  I couldn’t even get a HOLD of them let alone have them agree to the changes. ❜❜    It wasn’t like he wasn’t TRYING but sometimes some of the Mangaka were really hard to get a hold of — but they still had TIME so he wasn’t stressing too much. Putting his cell phone to his ear, he closed his eyes — lightly hoping that there would be a voice on the other end of the phone. 

                  He kept himself on the opposite end of the elevator, even though the room was quite cramped as it was. He hoped to not be in the elevator or the train very long with Takano today. Considering he was rather still VERY shy and unsure of how he was feeling it REALLY was nothing that the other had to be so concerned over. With no answer, he grunted and dropped his hand and sighed deeply. ( — being an editor was so difficult sometimes. He wanted to quit almost every single day SOMETHING went wrong. )      ❛❛  Remind me WHY I am still HERE at this job.  ❜❜

        ❝ You’re not going to get service in the elevator, IDIOT. ❞ he said without prompt, Masamune resting his head against the elevator wall as he leaned his body against it. It wasn’t really an insult if it was TRUE.     ❝ You’re still here because you’re waiting for the right moment to finally confess to me again. ❞ He said as if it were a common FACT, and not part of his fantasy world. Although then again, he already KNEW Onodera loved him, he was just too HEAD STRONG to say so.    ❝ You could easily just say so, and I’d happily let you quit and be my wife. ❞ A hard sell, but he was only just joking in his response. 

     A hand pressed against the front door, denying the other from opening it. How cruel was it to have the man you LOVED be so cold, on today of all days?    ❝ Where are you going ? ❞ he complained, relaxing but still keeping his hand against the door, which trapped Onodera between himself and the door, ❝ Shouldn’t we be spending the day together, the way all people in love do ? ❞ he murmured, lowering his head to hover right behind Onodera’s ear as he spoke.

     Since Oda’s sudden disappearance, school had become significantly less interesting. Despite that, Masamune still went only because there wasn’t any real reason NOT to go.      The most interesting thing he had come across was one of the exchange students was spending more and more time in the library. Normally, Masamune wouldn’t pay any mind to other students, but this guy just happened to sit at the table Masamune usually sat at everyday. Given he liked the lighting and position of the window there, he didn’t care enough ask him to move or find himself a new place to sit, so he just went along and sat across from the other. 

She’s  often  FOUND  peace  in  remaining  by  herself  in  crowded  places  ,  simply  OBSERVING  how  humans  interacted  ,  as  if  their  mere  BANAL  conversations  are  foreign  to  her  .  Today  is  quite  the  special  day  however  ,  for  she  couldn’t  bear  the  constant  SCREAMING  she's  met  with  whenever  she  steps  foot  home  .  Let  me  go  .  .  .  Untie  me  .  .  .  I  want  to  see  my  family  .  .  .  How  UNGRATEFUL  her  “friends”  are  ;  she’d  figured  she  could  leave  them  on  their  own  to  think  about  their  hurtful  words  .

Spoon  in  one  hand  ,  she  scoops  the  remaining  crumbles  of  her  SHORTCAKE  with  her  fingers  only  to  stuff  the  bits  into  her  mouth  ,  leaving  the  fingers  sticky  and  WET  –  even  more  so  they  are  partially  COATED  in  strawberry  jam  . ❛  ––  Mhm  ?  ❜  Dirty  hands  warmed  up  against  her  COCOA  cup  as  she  takes  a  sip  ,  turning  her  attention  to  the  handsome  male  approaching  her  .  She  hasn’t  even  bothered  wiping  off  the  milky  MUSTACHE  on  her  upper  lip  . 

❛  ––  This  mine  ,  yes  !  That’s  a  new  CHOKER  !  I  must  have  not  tighten  it  enough  !  ❜  Would  he  take  a  PRECISE  look  he’d  notice  that  attached  to  the  thin  band  is  the  tiny  price  tag  .  .  .  What  a  silly  girl  . 

❛  ––  Thank  you  sooooo  much  for  getting  it  !  Since  my  hands  are  NASTY  for  now  ,  would  you  mind  putting  it  around  my  neck  ?  You  have  LONG  fingers  ,  like  a  writer’s  or  pianist’s  .  .  .  I  bet  you  could  KILL  someone  real  good  with  them  .  ❜ 

     Kill. . .someone. . . ?

     Masamune was kind of in awe of her, if only because of her free spirit and seemingly strange personality. He figured he should be careful of her, and although he knew that warning sign to be true, he simply ignored that.       ❝ Sure. ❞ He replied simply, taking the necklace and walking around behind her, having to kneel down as he was so much taller than her, especially when she was sitting. 

I keep forgetting to code my rules page into my blog, but my rules over on pureromantics basically cross-over to this blog the same. Sorry about that.

     February was their busiest month, and so rightfully the department was in a state of agitation. All work was in high gear, artists and writers wanting to change their stories at the last minute, advertisement debacles and the occasional screaming fit with the sales department. All normal things to happen, only much more amped up.      But it was the end of the day, and they were finally able to go home. Masamune felt like death was upon him, although he normally felt this feeling when the end work rolled around.      Going home with Onodera was not really something new, but it was still something he enjoyed. Although they didn’t live together, doing their commute to and from work together somehow felt calming.

    He’d never seen this girl before, and Masamune was SURE if he had, he’d REMEMBER. This cafe was the type that usually had regulars, so when someone new would be there, he’d take notice given he got his lunch from there everyday. Unusual hair style, and a uniform, a student perhaps?     She seemed to be making a mess, although that wasn’t his business. He just was fascinated, she would be a good character for a story. He’d have to write something down about her later.

  He finished his coffee, getting up from his seat and heading for the exit. As he passed, he noticed a small pink thing on the floor, some sort of hair tie, or maybe it was a bracelet, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t know much about these things, but he took a hand out of his pocket and reached down to pick it up.      ❝ This your’s ? ❞

      Masamune could barely pull himself out of bed most days, so the idea of going out and going to class was DEFINITELY not going to happen. He was content on sleeping off his hangover and just going out once it got dark to find some fun for himself. However his sleep was being interrupted by the NONSTOP buzzing of his phone. He THOUGHT he could just ignore it, and the other might give up.      He was wrong. As no one than twenty minutes after he had gotten his last text, there was a loud banging at his door. He GROANED, rolling out of bed and dragging his feet as he stumbled over to answer the door.   ❝ How long do I have to ignore you before you get the HINT that I wan’t to be left alone ? ❞

« ♬ »―“I can make it home by myself. It isn’t the first time I’ve had to.” He was rather nervous about it, but there was nothing he could really do. He didn’t know anyone who would be willing to help him without pouncing him or abandoning him. “I could always call a cab.” No, scratch that. He winced just remembering he didn’t have much money on him. Or not.. I need to save up for food this week..

    Masamune sat forward in his chair, sighing softly. This kid. So innocent and dumb headed. ❝ I’ll take you home. ❞ He replied, propping his head up, ❝ Or at least, I’ll walk you home from the train station. I don’t actually know how far away from work you live. ❞ He had never bother to ask, nor was it his business to know what he did outside of work.

             ONLY  HE  WOULD  DELIGHT       in  the  suffering  of  a  workaholic  she-devil  .  well  deserved  it  was  ,  for  scolding  four  days  prior  to  his  deadline  .  as  though  he  were  incompetent  ,  in  sadistic  truth  ,  usami  had  gone  above   &   beyond  by  means  of  finishing  his  latest  volume  .  it  collected  dust  ,  awaiting  until  he  was  good   &   ready  to  sign  off  the  final  product  .   a  misdeed  undisclosed  ,  dwelling  amidst  the  cesspool  of  his  mind  as  ivory  lips  curled  in  another’s  wake   ;   reveling  the  fingertips  which  graced  his  tresses  only  to  abandon  albeit  too  swiftly  .     ❛    DON’T WORRY , I INTEND TO SEND HER A DIGITAL COPY OF MY MANUSCRIPT FIRST THING TOMORROW MORNING .   ❞     once  every  rare  occasion  ,  his   word   alone  could  be  cradled  to  one’s  heart  in  fondness  that  it  would  be  followed  through  ,  as  the  novelist  saw  fit  to  always  place  his   PERSONAL   obligations  overhead  for  later  regard  .

              such  predatory  movement  carries  him  to  stand  ,  gathering  wits  ,   &   treading  behind  the  other  with  silence  many  would  deem  unnerving  .  eloquent  appendages  shall  enact  to  encircle  his  waist  ,  chin  resting  idly  upon  the  slope  of  a  broad  shoulder  .  his  ministrations  were  ne’re  contemplated  prior  to  their  inevitable  upbringing  ,   &   that  deemed  him  impulsive  to  most  .  how  absurd  it  would  be  to  proclaim  his  want  for  masamune  as  opposed  to  something  edible  ,  he  would  be  chastised  for  being  an  embarrassing  shoujo  knockoff  .  still  ,  his  embrace  relented  to  cease  ,  becoming  far  more   taut   whilst  words  expelled  in  a  florid  brush  against  the  man’s  ear  .     ❛   YOU SEEM THE TYPE TO HAVE WATER-BASED RAMEN AT YOUR DISPOSAL , THEY WOULD SUFFICE .   ❞     this  was  no  educated  guess  ,  having  already  rifled  through  his  kitchen  only  to  happen  across  an  entire  drawer  of  the  dried  provisions  .

       Good then. As long as he was getting his work done, it was no business of Masamune’s how or when it was finished. He continued rifling through his stuff, folders with manuscripts for correcting, things to be put away, and so on. He didn’t even flinch when he felt the other body press against his own from behind, so use to the closeness and affection. He welcomed it actually, haven’t craved such intimacy for far too long in his life.      ❝ Yes, that’s true. Although, I’m not opposed to cooking. After all, it’s not every day a famed novelist breaks into my home. ❞

      He shifted against the counter, shrugging the other off so he could turn around within his arms as to face Usami now. Hands reaching up to cup his face as he smiled warmly up towards the other. Masamune will forever be disgruntled that he was exactly 2 & ½ inches shorter than the older gentleman.         ❝ You look tired. Are you sleeping properly ? What about eating ? ❞ As if Masamune would ever be one to talk, he rarely slept a full night, and his diet was humorous at best. It was a wonder he was still alive.      ❝ And I mean sleeping in a bed. Not on top of that toy collection you keep. ❞ Although the teddy bears were cute, Masamune would never quite trust their soulless glass eyes.