Nocturne (Open Thread NC-17)

[shinta]

Shinta hummed along to the music that was being blasted into his ears. His CD player was lying casually next to his math book and a box of pocky lay next to the boy’s right hand. Fifteen year old Kousei Shinta Aizawa was considered a normal teenager by many standards. He was healthy, had no sort of mental disorder unlike most of his relatives, and he hated homework. Right now, he was lying on his stomach and trying to understand why the hell imaginary numbers had decided to ruin his life. It wasn’t like they were hard to work out; his teacher had just decided to give him one hundred problems over the weekend. The boy’s curtains were open letting in beams of sunshine into the cheerful room. Out of all the rooms in the house, Shinta’s was the only one that looked normal. Most of the house held traditional Japanese trinkets and artworks, but not this teen’s room. Shinta had a large canopy bed that had silky white sheets and a navy blue blanket on top. The curtains on the windows and bed were also a nice shade of blood and most of the furniture was made of a reddish type of wood. The bookshelves held rows of anime DVDs and manga collections. There were a few textbooks squeezed in there and rows full of novels.

Shinta sighed a little and put another stick of pocky in his mouth. Of his legs was dangling in the air and would make his shorts ride up a little. Well, you could call what the boy was wearing shorts if you decided to use the term loosely. In fact, what the boy was wearing resembled women’s undergarments more than anything else. The bottom was actually a pair of red lacy panties and the top was an undershirt that was too lacy to be male clothing. In reality, Shinta had gotten these garments from his cousin Rin-Rin. She had replaced his male underwear with female underwear and he hadn’t been able to find out where his boxers had been stashed. After a while, he decided just to wait the girl out and hope she gave him his underwear soon. He didn’t mind wearing them that much anymore and it didn’t matter if he was in them because he was in his room. Though he never locked his door, Shinta never bothered to worry about people bursting in. No one came to his room.

He slept in the room across from his father’s room and it seemed like no one wanted to be near the man after his mental breakdown. That was why Shinta liked this room so much, it was quiet and no one bothered him. He turned up the volume on his music and bobbed his head to the beat. He had his back to the door like he always did and didn’t bother to turn around when he knew there was no one there. There never was. He grabbed a magazine that was preciously hidden under his textbook and decided to give Algebra a break for a bit. He knew he had to get dressed soon anyway. He was sure his doctor didn’t want to see him in lacy undergarments that were printed with red hearts. Since their old family doctor had died, Shinta’s mother had hired someone new. The man was supposed to check up on his father and look at him and his brother too. Shinta hoped it wasn’t some weird old guy like his old doctor.

The man had hated him because he had been such a difficult patient. Shinta had refused to let the other man touch him and taking off his clothes had been a big no no. It wasn’t the man’s fault; Shinta just wasn’t comfortable with that sort of thing. The small boy was afraid of letting people touch him. It wasn’t a phobia; he just wasn’t used to it. His family wasn’t affectionate and he’d never really had someone touch him before. Shinta was a scrawny boy. He was pretty strong for someone his size and a martial artist, but by no means an expert. He had calculating brown eyes and red hair that shone brightly because of the sun. His porcelain white skin was clearly seen because of his lack of clothing and his figure wasn’t hidden by the baggy clothing the boy always wore. Strands of hair fell in front of Shinta’s eyes sometimes, but he pushed them back when they did. Shinta’s hair held random strands of both short and long hair, making an odd style that oddly fit the boy. Shinta turned the page on the magazine and continued to hum a tune, having completely forgotten to get dressed and greet the new doctor.

[Lysander Sotiros]

Lysander had been reluctant to wake up this morning. Only a short amount of time before had he been called about tending to a new family. Most of the time, he just had people come to his office. But.. by what information he had been given, the job would earn him a nice bit of money. Besides, it couldn't hurt to go out once and a while to visit a few patients. His skin was pale, making it obvious he rarely saw the light of day. He didn't have much of an affinity for daylight and preferred to either stay holed up in his office, working, or sitting inside his apartment with a good book or maybe a movie. He'd been bothered by colleague, friends, and his mother, even, to go out and live a more interesting life, but he was satisfied with the normality he lived his life in. Everything was and always had been normal, nothing overly dramatic or unusual, and all was fine. Well, save for having no idea who his real parents were and for having a rather bad case of amnesia since he was three.

It truly had been a long time since he'd ended up on this planet. Twenty-two years, to be exact. Something about the whole situation had always bothered him. Now that he was older, he found it quite strange that they could not find his birth parents. DNA testing had proved useless, which was.. well, downright weird. not much effort, other than that, had been put into efforts into finding out who he belonged to. He'd just been whisked away into the adoption home for a while under a couple finally took him away again. He'd been convinced as a kid and even as a younger teenager that he'd been the product of some sort of secret government experiment. He let everyone know this, too. His teachers, his family, his friends.. Those had been the years that his sister introduced him to others as her 'insane, mentally-challenged little brother'. He had called her a 'dirty government spy', so that matter had easily evened itself out. He had always been such an odd little kid.

His eyes were lifted to look around the home as he tried to figure out just where he was going. He'd been ushered inside and given vague directions and... he was lost. His sense of direction had never been the strongest, and even now he had to think hard when people referred to 'left' or 'right'. It wasn't that he wasn't intelligent.. He was just a bit 'out there', for lack of a better description.

It took him a minute before he finally assumed he'd reached the room. He stared at it for a moment before taking the knob in hand, turning it, and gently sliding the door open. He peeked inside and stared for a moment. Oh, boy. This had to be a joke. Ahaha... ha.. No. This wasn't a joke. He just happened to walk in on a rathercute boy laying on his bed, covered only in adorable lacy underpants and an equally cute shirt. The blood rushed to his face and resided on his cheeks as he closed the door a bit more so that he couldn't see inside, but still attempt communication, mentally cursing himself. Slick. So very slick. He took a breath and called weakly from the other side of the door. "Er.. I'm sorry, but, I think I've got the.. wrong room.. I'm sorry to bother you.. but.. could you tell me where I need to go?"

[shinta]

Now, Shinta wasn’t one to freak out over nothing, but this was certainly something. He had been lying on his bed and all of a sudden, some strange man had opened his bedroom door. Few people were allowed into the Aizawa household and fewer were allowed to wander upstairs. Obviously this person had a reason for being here. Shinta turned off his CD player and took off the headphones. He swallowed the chocolate in his mouth and slid off the bed. He walked over hesitantly towards the door and yanked it open. He stared up at the man, well aware that the older male was getting a nice view of his body. Shinta tilted his head to study the man. He was much older than he was, that was for sure. He wasn’t old, though and Shinta guessed he was in his twenties. The man had blonde hair, which was uncommon, but not rare in Japan, and green eyes. He didn’t seem to want to hurt him, so Shinta took another step forward. He reached out to touch the pale skin the other man possessed. This person fascinated Shinta. He hadn’t met many adults before and this one interested him. It was rare for Shinta to let someone touch him, but he was touching the man anyway. It was easy to tell he wasn’t Japanese and the way he dressed didn’t mark him as a rich person. He wasn’t a business partner of his mother’s, that was for sure. This person seemed too kind to be around someone like his mother.

“…who are you?” The boy finally asked, using English to address the man.

The boy had learned English at school and thus spoke it fluently now. Most people had struggled, but languages had always been easy for Shinta. He hoped the other spoke English. It was a popular language and he was guessing about the older person speaking English. Shinta wondered why the man’s face was so red. Maybe he was sick. People often turned red when they had fevers and such. Perhaps it was best for the man to lie down? Shinta grabbed the man’s arm and tugged him into the room. He used his foot to close the door and brought the other to his bed. Shinta made himself comfortable and patted the space in front of him as to show Lysander he wanted the man to sit there.

“”Ne, maybe you should lie down Stranger-san,” smiled the boy. “You do not look well. Oh! I’m Aizawa Shinta Kousei. This is my bedroom. You wanna lie down with me? It’s a nice bed.”

The boy gave Lysander a sweet smile and he rolled over so that he was lying on his back. He tilted his head so that he was still staring at Lysander and watching the man’s moves. One of the straps that held the shirt in place was slipping off, so Shinta had a bare shoulder. A bit of the boy’s stomach was showing and his legs were completely bare. Shinta wasn’t even wearing socks. The boy continued to smile up at Lysander as though they were old friends, even though the boy didn’t even know the other’s name. In Shinta’s innocent mind, there was nothing wrong with what he was asking. The other looked like he needed a rest and he was offering to share his bed. The man seemed harmless and somehow, Shinta knew the other wouldn’t hurt him.

“Ne, are you my new Sensei? Is that it?” Asked the boy. “The last doctor was weird and we didn’t like each other, but I don’t think you’re mean Stranger-sensei. Ne, do you want me to take my clothes off now?”

It was a fair question. After all, he couldn’t have the other look at him properly unless he took his clothes off. He wasn’t sure, though. He usually went to the doctor’s office and this was the first time he had had the doctor come see him at his home. It was mostly because his father needed help too and couldn’t leave the house. Shinta rolled over again and lied on his stomach. He used his palms to support his head and looked at Lysander with innocent and curious eyes. Both legs dangled in the air now as the boy continued to stare at the older man.

[Lysander Sotiros]

Lysander couldn't even begin to fathom what was happening at that very moment as the other grabbed him by the arm and tugged him inside. His blushing had only worsened when the other had lifted a hand to his cheek. Now he'd worried the poor boy. Over what, though? Had he never seen someone blush before? Obviously not.. When the offer was given, he instantly wanted to accept. That.. was not good. Despite the sudden urge to lie down with the younger boy, he managed to shake his head with a weak smile. It slightly disturbed him that he was even thinking these thoughts about someone considerably younger than him. But, something was telling him it was perfectly fine... Why? That wasn't fine at all! That was statutory rape. He was not a pedophile.

"I-I'll be fine, thanks." He mumbled, taking a quiet, deep breath. This was really a comical situation to observe, he was sure. He had managed to calm himself a bit as he sat down on the bed in the space offered. He looked over to Shinta, seeing the other had fallen aback onto the bed... and his shirt was already falling off one shoulder. He--again--had to resist the urge to just jump the poor boy. Able to not act upon the urge, he blushed brightly with a mix between a cough and a surprised squeak pushing past his lips at the offer. Take his clothes off?! Again, he bit back a 'Yes' and shook his head. Was this boy doing this to him on purpose or something?! Was he trying to seduce him?!

"Y-yes, I'm your new doctor. My name is Lysander Sotiros. It is nice to meet you." He offered another smile to the boy who simply rolled over again and kicked his legs up into the air. It was like one of his fantasies had spilled out of his mind and taken shape right before his eyes. Though.. he'd always imagined the person in his fantasies to be.. well.. over eighteen years of age. But, regardless, Shinta looked like everything he had wanted. He was even sweet and innocent, too. Stupid age.. law.. thing.. Wait! He couldn't be thinking about that! He was this kid's doctor! Thinking about the boy in such a way would make for some very awkward situations!

... But it was so hard to not get into this mindset. He wasn't going to lie to himself--he thought the boy was drop-dead gorgeous. The lacy women's underwear? Oh boy, could he pull them off well... Hell, he would've liked to pull them off of Shinta. They were on the bed, after all... That top would come off easily..

No! He needed to stop this! The blood needed to go away from his cheeks and circulate through the rest of his body before he died or something. Right now, the medical part of his brain wasn't functioning properly. He was too turned on by this teen to think rationally. He had to try, though. He needed to get a hold over himself before someone noticed his actions. Not only would he lose contact with the family and this stunning boy in particular, but he'd lose his job and probably end up in jail..

[shinta]

Shinta hoped the man would be fine. It seemed like his face only got redder and redder. At least he had sat down like he had offered. Shinta was worried about him now, even though there really wasn’t any need for concern. After all, Lysander was an adult and adults could take care of themselves, right. He liked Lysander. The man didn’t treat him like he was just a test subject or something like his old doctor. The man treated him like the person he was and that made Shinta happy. Most people didn’t treat him like a person, especially his family. As much as he wanted to believe his parents loved him, it was very hard. His father was out of his mind and his mother never noted he was around. It seemed like his mother thought she only had one son. It seemed like Zetsumei was the only person she loved. Everything his brother wanted, he got. The boy could do no wrong and even though Shinta’s older brother wasn’t always the nicest person, Yuki never saw that either. Yuki was too concerned with power and the company to care about anything else. Shinta always felt like second best. Sometimes he felt as though he didn’t even exist. He had never realized how much he liked attention until he had met this man.

“You didn’t look well, so that’s why I asked,” clarified Shinta. “The other doctor wanted me to take my clothes off at his office during visits, but I never liked the hospital gowns, so I’d always refuse. I don’t really like it when people look at me… Ne, why are you looking at me Sensei? You’ve been staring at me since I got here. Did Zetsumei say something to you? He’s my twin brother, but people confuse us all the time. Sometimes he says bad things and they think I said them, so don’t be mad at me if he said something.”

Sometimes people got mad at Shinta for Zetsumei’s smart mouth and Yuki believed Shinta said something. Shinta hated it when people confused them with each other. He didn’t think they were alike at all. His brother was about half an inch taller and had hair that was slightly paler, though most people never noted that. He knew the man was still staring and he kind of liked it. He noted that the man kept staring at mostly bare skin. Did that mean his doctor liked his bare skin? Maybe. He’d have to ask. Perhaps later, though. He didn’t want the man to think he was weird. Most people thought he was odd. They never considered his feelings and said bad things, but that was fine. Shinta had learned to be alone. It was better that way because no one ever bothered him or put him down. His feelings were never hurt and no one ever said nasty things to him. Still, sometimes being alone hurt and Shinta wasn’t sure why.

“Lysander Sotiros…” repeated Shinta. “Ne, is it okay to call you by your first name? If I can call you Lysander, then you can call me Shinta… I don’t like Kousei, but that’s what everyone calls me… Ah! I like your name, though. Lysander is a pretty name. I’ve never met someone with that name before.”

Shinta continued to smile at the man, not noting that the man was having trouble keeping his hormones in check. To Shinta, there was nothing wrong with the way Lysander was looking at him. No one had ever looked at him like that before and he found that he liked the look in Lysander’s eyes. Of course, he was sure it would have scared him if he had gotten the gaze from someone else. It only felt right coming from Lysander. Shinta sat up and slid off the bed. He fixed his shirt and went to his drawers. He pulled out a pair of pants and a T-shirt. He pulled on the pair of black baggy pants and put on the dark T-shirt. He slipped on some socks and walked back over to Lysander. He grabbed the other’s hand in his own. He liked the feeling of the man’s bigger hand linked with his.

“You’re probably here to meet my father. He’s in the room across from mine,” laughed Shinta. “No one comes into my room, so you surprised me… I…erm…don’t usually wear lacy panties…but my cousin replaced my boxers and I like using underwear…he he he… Ah! But you seem to like them Sensei. You kept staring at them, so do you think they’re cute?”

[Lysander Sotiros]

Lysander shook his head as the boy's brother was mentioned. He hadn't really spoken to anyone since he'd entered the house except when he had received directions upon entering the home. But, the fact that this boy had a twin was both amusing and quite interesting. He knew the boy had a brother--he had been informed of this when he'd been asked to take the job--but he'd never expected them to be twins. He wondered if this other boy happened to wander about in lace like the boy beside him. Not that he cared. Even if they were twins, acted exactly the same, or whatever, he would've still only been interested in Shinta. Why? He honestly had no idea.

"Go ahead. I don't care what you call me. But, thank you. I've never been that fond of my name, but I guess it's a great deal better than what I would've named myself way back then." The man smiled. It would've been pretty bad to give him the privilege to name himself when he was a kid. It probably would've ended up something no one could pronounce. Even if he had been given the privilege a few years after he was adopted, he doubted his parents would've much liked calling him 'Secret Experiment #722' all his life.. or something of the sort. Come to think of it, he could just imagine being paged over his office as 'Dr. 772'. That thought brought a small laugh with it that quickly ended as the opened his mouth to speak. "I can't say I'm surprised you've never heard of it before. It is Greek, after all. I haven't seen many people from there since I've been here, save for an occasional visit from my family."

The man's green eyes followed Shinta across the room as he went to the drawer. Well, Shinta already knew he was staring, so why stop now? Besides, at least he wasn't making any physical contact. The boy didn't seem that opposed to letting him stare, either. That put a slight sense of relief in his mind, though he really didn't know why. Ever since he'd met this boy, he'd been feeling odd things. Was this some sort of signal? Some sort of otherworldly sign? Nah, probably not. He was just weird today. He frowned when the other slipped some clothes on, but the look was replaced by a rather stunned on as the other came closer and took his hand. His mind groped for words for a moment before he took a small breath and smiled. Just act normal.

"Sounds like.. quite an odd cousin you have there... I can't say I've ever heard of that prank." Lysander raised an eyebrow at the statement. He'd heard of siblings, cousins, and friends pulling stupid pranks before. His sister had pulled a number of them on him when he was--well, he couldn't say younger, because he still was freaked out every time his 'loving sister' sent him some sort of package, which he always assumed to be a kind-hearted gift, and something sprung out at him. Sure, he could take jokes, but he didn't have much of an affinity for such surprises. Especially not early in the morning with a nice, hot cup of coffee in his hand. However, underwear switching was something he had never thought of. He was actually rather glad it didn't seem to be much of a popular trick. He would've died before slipping into a pair of lacy women's undergarments, personally. Okay. Die was a strong word, but he would've rather just stay home in the nude or something..

[shinta]

Shinta was sort of glad his brother had not met Lysander yet. For once, he wanted to be selfish and have something to himself. He was worried Lysander wouldn’t like him anymore if he met his brother. Zetsumei wasn’t the nicest person and he tended to think he was better than others. People tended to think twins were exactly the same, but that was horribly untrue. He was nothing like his brother. But Shinta felt a bit bad for being so selfish right now. Keeping Lysander to himself wasn’t right, but it’s what he wanted. He had liked the feel of the other’s skin against his own. It had made him feel odd things inside. He liked those feelings Lysander gave him. It made him feel warm inside and gave him a smile to his face. Shinta had never really had something to smile about before. Usually, he had no expression. Shinta had no friends. He was alone. But those feelings went away when he was around the doctor. That’s why he liked holding the guy’s hand.

“Arigatou Sensei!” Exclaimed Shinta. “I don’t see why you don’t like your name, it’s very pretty. I like it! Ly-san-der! Ly-san-der! Ly-san-der!”

Shinta liked the way the word felt in his mouth. He liked playing with the word. Shinta repeated it a few times and flashed Lysander a smile every time he did. The teen couldn’t see why the other didn’t like his name. It was such a lovely name. Shinta disliked his name. Kousei had been used to death. Everyone called him that name and he no longer liked it. It was so formal and he hated the way it matched his brother’s name. Shinta was a much better name. He liked the way Lysander said the word and the way the name fell from the other’s lips. The boy noted that his name wasn’t the only thing Lysander liked. Shinta hadn’t said anything, but the man had stared as he put clothes on. Shinta could tell Lysander seemed to like watching him dress. He wasn’t sure why, but he supposed the man just liked to stare at him. It didn’t really bother him. It was weird, though. If anyone had else had watched him dress or had walked into his room while he had been in his underwear, he would have freaked out. The man seemed to be having trouble staying clam when he had walked back to him. It made Shinta want to giggle at the man. The things the doctor was doing were so cute.


“You’re from Greece?” The boy inquired. “That’s so cool! I was born in Kyoto! We just moved to Tokyo. It’s nice here…I guess…”

That wasn’t true. At least in Kyoto, people left him alone. He went to a different school than his brother. No one paid him any attention, but now, he went to school with Zetsumei. Everyone knew his brother and now, he was just known as ‘Zetsumei’s brother.’ They bullied him and made fun of him. It hurt a lot, but he kept his mouth shut. It’d just make it worse if he talked.

“Rin-Rin isn’t a normal cousin,” Shinta stated flatly, not wanting to go into the details.

He tugged on the other’s hand and led him towards the door and across the hall. He took a deep breath before he opened the door. When he stepped inside, he held onto Lysander’s hand tighter. There, in the center of the room, was Shinta’s father. He was wearing pajamas that had rockets and moons on it. They were the type children wore, but were made for an adult to wear. He had a coloring book in his lap and random crayons were scattered all over the floor. Other toys could also be seen and when he saw the two enter, Sujou smiled up at them. He had no idea what was going on. It hurt to see him. Shinta didn’t want to see him, so he just clung to Lysander’s hand.

“Ne, this is my father Aizawa Shino Sujou,” Shinta said as he introduced his father. “Ne, Otou-san, this is Lysander-sensei.”

((Arigatou Sensei – Thank you doctor.))

[Lysander Sotiros]

It was kind of weird, but as much as the boy enjoyed repeating his name, Lysander loved hearing the boy say it, especially syllable-by-syllable. Honestly, it was kinda of.. perverted for him to enjoy this, but the fact still remained. It put a number of strange images into his mind which made a faint hint of red appear on his cheeks again. No, no. He wasn't imagining Shinta laying on the bed, naked, and saying his name. What would've made anyone think that!? Okay, so, he was imagining this. But, who could blame him. He was sure the boy wasn't going this on purpose. The boy wasn't trying to seduce him.. But, it made one wonder when someone just grabbed your hand, repeated your name, and kept smiling at you.

"Well, I can't really say I'm from Greece. I'm not really sure of where I was born. But I was raised there and lived in Athens since I was four. I only moved here last year." The man shrugged. After a few years, he had convinced himself he was no secret underground cloning project, but he honestly had no idea where he had came from. Most had assumed he was born in Greece, but there was a haunting suspicion in his mind that that was far from the truth. He'd always entertained the idea of being born somewhere outside of Greece. He loved the place, honestly, but everyone eventually grew just a bit uninterested in the places they lived in. Everyone had some sort of interest in other places, right? "But, I can't say I wholly agree with you, there. Tokyo is nice, but it's a very.. odd city, to say the least. Then again.. I guess it would be easier to figure out and understand some of the stuff that people do here if I could understand most of these people.."

Lysander's attempts at learning Japanese had been fruitless. He hadn't struggled with English because it was his first language. When he'd been found, he'd confused the people that had discovered him. Luckily, the family he'd been adopted into spoke English as his mother had been from America. She'd finished teaching him all he needed to know of English while his sister taught him Greek. He hadn't taken much to Greek, but he soon learned enough to pass in the country. It hadn't helped that his sister like to trick him into saying things... Japanese had been even worse. He just didn't get any of it. He knew enough basics to get him by in a short, simple conversation, but not much farther. Learning katakana, hiragana, and kanji, though. He'd took one look at it, laughed, and gave up. He simply could not learn that to save his life.

Lysander stood up and followed Shinta as the other tugged him along, noting the boy's hand gripping his tighter. Was this boy afraid of whatever loomed on the other side of the door. He couldn't really blame him. As pretty as this house was, it gave him the creeps. It was just.. too traditional in that odd, horror movie way. It looked like some sort of otherworldly monster was going to jump out at him at any moment. However, when his eyes rested on Sujou, he raised an eyebrow. He couldn't see how anyone would fear this man. So this was the Aizawa-san mentioned to him before. He took a step forward to the man, figuring he'd get this part of the job over with, when he realized he was still holding the boy's hand. He looked back to the older man in a slight panic before tugging his hand away from Shinta's. How stupid of him! He had a feeling that either the other hadn't seen it or wouldn't pay it any mind, but still! Anyone could've been behind this door! He had to be more in control over himself! Pushing the thoughts to the side, he offered the man in front of him a bright smile and a slight bow, "It is very nice to meet you, Aizawa-san."

(( Snuck online to post. x3 I have a feeling that I won't have school tomorrow. Maybe it's because we still have 5 snow days we have to use and it's all cold and wet and snowy outside? XD Bwaha. G'night ))

[shinta]

Shinta was a bit hurt when the other let go of his hand and he wondered why the other had done that. He supposed that perhaps Lysander was just shy and he didn’t want others to see them holding hands. Sujou wouldn’t have minded if they held hands. The man had the mind of a child and wouldn’t think much of it. In fact, he wasn’t sure why Lysander would think people cared. They had only been holding hands, nothing else. True, he didn’t hold hands with people often, but that was all they had been doing. Shinta wondered if he’d get a chance to hold Lysander’s hand again. He had really liked it and he wanted to do it again. He wondered if maybe it was some odd custom from Lysander’s country. Maybe holding hands was something that was frowned upon. Public display of affections wasn’t even allowed at school and the only people that he saw holding hands on the street were lovers or families. Maybe that was why Lysander didn’t want to hold his hand. Perhaps the man had seen a deeper meaning by it. Shinta hadn’t meant any harm. He had just wanted to feel the other’s skin against his own.

“Is he the doctor?”

Shinta frowned as his brother entered the room. Zetsumei wasn’t the easiest person to get along with and it was easy to see this by just looking at him. The way he carried himself told you that he thought he was better than you and had no problem telling you this. He looked bored more than anything else. The older red head was leaning against the door and observing Lysander. His eyes weren’t warm and innocent like Shinta’s. They held something dark and a bit evil in them. It wasn’t like Shinta’s brother was a terrible person; he was just a bit inconsiderate. Everything he did, Zetsumei had a way of justifying it, even though he was completely wrong. The boy was definitely not dressed like his younger brother. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a shirt that showed off every muscle in his body. He wasn’t wearing shoes like Shinta since their mother would freak over it, but he did have on black socks. There was dark eyeliner around the older teen’s eyes and an assortment of accessories running down his arms and on his neck. The word ‘delinquent’ seemed to be appropriate and it was more so emphasized by the fact that the boy was smoking.

Smoke filled the room as the boy exhaled and Shinta wrinkled his nose at the disgusting habit. The older boy put out the cigarette in the ashtray and walked into the room. He circled Lysander before standing next to his brother with his arms crossed. The boy could tell he wasn’t going to like Lysander. Maybe it was the way the man seemed overly friendly, or the way he was looking at his brother, but Zetsumei didn’t like Lysander. Shinta could already see the hostility in his brother’s eyes and could tell he wasn’t going to make things easy for Lysander at all. Zetsumei had always been difficult. He seemed to enjoy making others miserable and sometimes, Shinta wished they weren’t related. In fact, Shinta wished he were adopted sometimes. He found it hard to believe that he was related to such crazy people.

“Aizawa Shingo Zetsumei,” stated the older twin simply.

“Lysander-sensei, this is my Nii-chan,” Shinta told the other. “He’s three minutes older…”

“Ne! Ne! Lookie! Lookie!” A childish voice interrupted.

Shinta watched his father hold up a picture. It was poorly drawn, but it had lots of color to it and it was obvious the man had put a lot of effort into it. He looked proud of himself and wanted to show off his ‘artwork.’ Shinta gave the man a thumbs up, but Zetsumei just scoffed. Shinta wondered if his father was ever getting better. It seemed there was something off with the man’s brain, but the red head wasn’t sure what it was. He wasn’t a doctor and medical terms confused him more than anything else. He supposed he could ask Lysander, but he didn’t want to at the moment. Right now, he was concentrating on not crying because when he saw his father like this, it was very hard to keep the tears back.

[Nami Amakura]

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Bus 08 was always late, thankfully his boss didn't care really. Nami Amakura sat peacefully on a bench located at the bus stop by his apartment complex. He lived alone, his family all living back in Okinawa while he went here for a free life and relaxation. Nami had been waiting for a good fifteen minutes, his legs needing to strech as he stood up from the wooden bench. He sighed, flipping a page in the book he was reading. He took a few steps out towards the side-walk, the imported French sandles clapping gently on the ground as he walked. Nami was only five feet three inches tall, but the heel on the snaldes made him about five feet four and a half inches at most.

He stood with his left leg supporting most of his weight, his right knee bending inwards towards the other. A breeze suddenly blew by, which caused the young man's navy blue skirt he wore to flap gently against his thighs. The skirt only came to mid-thigh and had slits on each side leading up a few inches giving him some walkign room instead of the usually constricting skirts. Nami's right hand patted down the page of the book he was reading to stay still, as the hand drifted up to his bangs and moved them gently with his fingers. Nami's lower-back lenght hair blew off to the side as the wind attacked him, the blonde hair swinging wildly until the wind ceased.

The youth sighed once more, a few more people wandering to the bus stop and taking a seat on the booth. The formalish white shirt Nami wore was tucked into the hem of his skirt, sleeves rolled up just a bit above his wrists and it had the first two buttons left open to reveal a tear-drop shaped pended around his neck. It was going to be another long day at Heaven's Charm bookstore. Nami looked up at the sky now, sheilding his eyes from the sun as he gazed upon the cloud and blue. He wished sometimes to get away from here, to visit other worlds no one believed in. Another sigh passed those milky pink lips, as the sixteen year-old boy just returned to his reading while waiting for the bus.

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

(( Silver! Bwaha XD -hug- ))

Alyxandyr stopped on the busy sidewalk with a heavy sigh. One person bumped into him and mumbled something along the lines of 'Watch where you're going!'. He gave the smaller man a glare that warranted a quick apology before said man shambled off again. People on this stupid planet were so rude. Then again, he'd met some people even worse on Zerca.. But, hell, it was better to just let himself blame it on the people here. He'd spent so much time on this backwater, piece of junk planet and found nothing! He wouldn't let himself give up, though. He'd give one more look around this filthy little city before he packed up and headed off to yet another planet... He was running out of places to look by now..

The man headed down the sidewalk again, pushed along by the people crowded there with him, unable to stand how pushy these people were being. With a few frustrated words, the man ducked inside a booth. His eyes found a sign with arrival and departure times on it. A bus, hn? Well, that could certainly save him some time. He sighed and wandered to a bench, flopping down without any hint of grace, to wait. Some of the other people waiting for the bus gave him odd looks which he promptly returned with a glare of his own.

According to the sign, this bus was either late or had just departed. Wonderful. So, he'd have to find something to do to pass the time. For a moment, he watched the people passing the booth in silence, arms crossed across his chest. It was obvious he wasn't in the best of moods. With a frustrated, loud sigh, he turned his head to the boy next to him to ask the time. The words locked up in his throat though. An odd sense of... whatever the hell it was had hit him. Hard.

The irony was amazing, but he didn't mind it as much now. This whole damn search was over! Finally! His whole trip hadn't been in vain. His mate was sitting right beside him! His one and only. A grin had found it's way onto his lips, a soft laugh escaping him. For someone not used to such overwhelming bouts of happiness, he was handling it fairly well... That is, up until the point the man leaned forward, wrapped his arms about the boy's waist, and leaned forward to place a kiss on Nami's cheek.

"Ha! I finally found you!" The man whispered, rather triumphantly, into the blonde boy's ear. People were staring again, but he really could've cared less. He pressed his lips against the boy's cheek once more, quite enjoying the boy's taste, as odd as it sounded. "I've been looking for so long and in so many places and you ended up on this nasty little waste of a planet! But I'm going to take you away now, love.."

[Lysander Sotiros]

Lysander looked up as Zetsumei entered the room. He would’ve assumed the boy was a cousin to Shinta or something. They did look similar, but this boy was just… nothing like Shinta at all. He watched the boy out of the corners of his eyes as he was circled, not taking too well to the rather odd welcome… if it could’ve even bee called such. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and bit back a rather annoyed comment in the ‘older’ teen’s direction and instead pulled the best fake smile he could. Well, if this boy was going to be an ass, then so be it. It took a lot of effort before this doctor became frustrated. If Zetsumei was going to try and bother him, then Lysander was going to give him one hell of a run for his money.

“Lysander Sotiros.” He stated in much the same fashion the boy had stated his own name. He stepped back beside Shinta, looking from the other red-haired boy to their father. It really was sad to see this man and he’d just met him. He gave the man a smile and turned to Shinta. If the whole reason that he was being called here to check up on their father was to try and cure this ‘insanity’ this man quite obviously possessed, then they were sorely wrong. This sort of stuff wasn’t even really covered by his field of study. This fell more into psychology and the likes, by what he could tell. But, if that was his reason for being there.. then he didn’t really want to tell anyone. As weird as it was, he didn’t want to lose contact with Shinta. It felt like he would die without being in the other’s presence.

These sudden feelings were really starting to freak him out, too.

“Shinta, can I talk to you? Alone?” He asked, turning his gaze to the younger boy. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as it could possibly turn out to be. Maybe he would be kept around for check-ups and the like, if that wasn’t what he was here for already. He’d already forgot the details given to him, sadly enough. Things couldn’t possibly end that badly. He moved past Zetsumei after taking Shinta’s hand in his own—failing to lace their fingers—as he slipped out into the hall. “Excuse us for a moment…”

[shinta]

Shinta knew his brother was ashamed of their father. The father had once been such an intelligent man. When they had been little, their father had been the only person the twins could count on. He was the only one that could relieve the pressures their mother placed on them. He told them stories and taught them to live for their dreams. But soon, he left them. Maybe the reason Zetsumei hated his father so much right now, was because the man had promised them no one would hurt them. As soon as their father had ‘lost his mind,’ things had changed. Their childhood had been packed up into boxes and stored in the attic. Zetsumei had drifted away from Shinta and their bond had been broken. They used to be inseparable. When they were together, they’d finish each other’s sentences and always seemed to know what was on each other’s mind. Things weren’t like that anymore. This house wasn’t as happy as it used to be. Shinta didn’t hold it against his father that the man had cracked. Sometimes, he was jealous of him. He could escape and live in his own world and there was nothing there to hold him down. There was no pain and he didn’t have to face reality. Reality really sucked. Reality was the fact that his brother hated him and his mother didn’t know he existed. Reality was that he had no friends and people at school didn’t even bother to know his name.

“Eh? Me? Sure thing Sensei,” replied the boy.

Zetsumei raised an eyebrow when the man took his brother’s hand. Shinta wasn’t known for letting people touch him. He had never seen his brother hold someone’s hand before and even though he found it odd, he didn’t question it. This was a house of secrets. Odd things happened here all the time and no one questioned it. Speaking about something would be like breaking the law of the house. You were not to speak of anything. Secrets never went past the walls and as long as you didn’t get caught, everyone looked the other way. This is why most things were tolerated around here. As long as they didn’t get back to his mother, Zetsumei had no limits as to what he was allowed to do. Besides, his brother’s actions were not his problems. Shinta was not his responsibility. He nodded to the two and turned his attention back to his father, not seeing the small smile on his brother’s lips.

Shinta liked the feeling of holding Lysander’s hand. He liked the feelings the other gave him and he liked knowing that Lysander liked him too. He could tell by the way the other was so nice to him that the man liked him. It made him feel important knowing Lysander had chosen to talk to him and not his brother. It felt like Lysander thought of him in higher regards than the older twin. Shinta wasn’t used to that feeling. He also wasn’t used to being this close to someone before. It was a little embarrassing sometimes, but he hadn’t really gone out on a date before…scratch that…he’d never even talked to a girl before…at least not willingly… He’d never been good with people and everyone always found him to be odd. He always seemed too awkward and shy. It didn’t help that he was living in the shadow of someone who seemed perfect in everyone’s eyes. Sometimes he wanted to give up. It would be so easy to just give up one people and stop trying. But Lysander made it easy. He wasn’t shy to talk to him at all and it didn’t feel weird to have him touch him. They’d held hands and he hadn’t even freaked out yet. When the guy had seen him in his underwear, he hadn’t screamed or tried to gauche the man’s eyes out.

“What do you need Lysander?” Shinta asked as they stepped out into the hall.

Here was more than a little curious as to why the man wanted to speak to him. The man wanted to speak to him privately and Shinta found that odd. It must have been something he didn’t want Zetsumei to hear if he asked to step out into the hall. There was no one around luckily and it was mostly because most of the servants were either having a day off or running errands. It was just the two of them now. Shinta had made sure to close the door, so his father and brother wouldn’t be able to hear them. The red head tilted his head and looked at his doctor with curious eyes.

[Nami Amakura]

[[Heheh xD Let the games begin! *hugs* ]]

Nami's shimmering emerald eyes widend to a shocked state, as he felt the sudden pair of warm lips on his cheek and the obviously strong arms around his waist. It was a bit ironic, seeing how in the romance novel he was reading had the two leading couple hugging tightly under a silk bedsheet. Nami's head turned slowly to look up at the person who was holding him, his face a bright red at the whispers that played on repeat in his brain. Nami sat, stareing up at a white haired blue eyed man with the most shocked expression on his face. Who was he?!

" Wha...how...whoa whoa whoa! " Nami cried out, snapping back to reality at what was going on and pulled away from the man and stood up and backed away from him. He didn't know this man and yet he felt he did. It was freaking the poor teenager out. " I..I don't know you...how...how can you seem to know me...w..wait! Takko put you up to this...thats it...she's trying to play matchmaker again..." Nami said, his breathign picking up at the sudden rush of panic washing over him. He never felt this way over the other guys Takako Mitsuro tried to hook him up with. Why did this one feel so right?

" I...I..." Nami only stuttered as he looked down at the gorgeous man sitting on the bench before he spun around and headed back for the apartment complex. He'd call into work sick today, he was given six payed sick days a year so he could afford to use one of them. Nami just clutched the romance novel tight to his chest as he walked towards the building, repeating words to himself as he walked.

[Lysander Sotiros]

Lysander stepped into the room, not sure what he was going to say. He'd have to tell the boy something, though. He wasactually rather glad the other hadn't asked--nor had his brother asked, thank god--about the hand-holding. It had been an impulse thing, really. Normally, Lysander was far from impulsive and relied on planning ahead of time and quite stable behavior. Now, though, his mind was suddenly thrown into chaos, telling him to do things that he would normally be very opposed to doing. He couldn't understand why, but it had to be something with this boy in front of him.

It had started when the two had made eye contact and when the other touched him. It couldn't be some sort of disease. That was just stupid to even consider. Maybe he was just going insane. That had to be it. Normal people didn't suddenly get urges to undress and have their way with a minor, now did they? But, it wasn't just sex, either. His heart was longing for this boy in front of him. He was dying to hear those three wonderful little words from the other and he could barely contain them within himself. He wanted to make this boy feel loved and feel the same in return. He needed something that went far past anything physical--something deep and meaningful. He was hoping he wasn't the only one feeling this way. After all, the boy had grabbed his hand and acted awfully strange. Maybe Shinta was feeling the same thing? He could only hope.

He bit his lip in the silence, not sure what to say. He'd have to speak soon, because the quietness between them was getting fairly awkward. He sighed quietly. What did he want? There were a number of answers to that question. Relevant answers, for the current situation, at that. Finally, his mind abruptly making the decision for him, he stepped forward and pulled to boy to him, pressing his lips to Shinta's. God, this was going to be hard to explain, but his mind was never going to settle if that did not get out of his system. He pulled back after a moment, trying his best to hide the flustered look and the slight hint of crimson on his cheeks. "Well, that mostly, if you wanted the whole truth.."