Walking home, again. ((Ashi + Randy))

[Ashi Akuma]

(And the bitching and moaning begans! Heh, sorry, couldn't resist.)

When Ashi wasn’t off trying to take over some planet or find information on security to do the former, he lived peacefully on Earth in his small ship. It’s the only planet that wouldn’t recognize he is the evil Parisdion, come to take over the world. No, here he would be the evil alien that came to take over the world, but the humans were too stupid to know.

He decided to take a walk. It was fairly boring in his ship, no real entertainment, just the stupid ugly box the humans called a TV. With his hands deep in his pockets, the Parisdion walked on the sidewalk with the annoyingly bright sun shining down on his hunched form. Really, who needed the sun? It shined brightly, acting as if everything was just peachy but in reality, it was anything but. His people were eating bugs on some god-forsaken planet that had nothing but dirt, dirt, dirt, and, guess what, more dirt, though it’s not like he cared. It was there problem that most of them were too deformed or stubborn to live on Earth. Maybe he should just stop doing all this crap that his father piled up on him. Besides, it’s too troublesome.

Up ahead, Ashi noticed a black haired boy walking about. He was extremely short, though everybody seemed like ants at his height, wearing old worn out clothes. It was strange, he could usually think of a thousands faults in a person from just a glance but this boy seemed perfect. Any insults thrown at this kid, he could counter in his mind. He shrugged. A challenge would provide good entertainment then the usually calling someone stupid and them start bawling in mere seconds, though that is quite fun.

Picking up his pace, he walked along side of him, straitening his back. A smirk played his lips. “What’s with the ratty clothes kid? You’re parents don’t earn enough to get you proper clothes or do they just hate you and give you their old ones?”

[Sarandon]

Sarandon looked up a bit flustered. "Eh? No, that's not it. I don't like shopping. And I have older brothers who can give me their old clothes, so it works out." He looked down at them. "They're still perfectly fine. I do not care for current fashion. These suit me." He shrugged. "People now buy clothes that look old, faded and worn. Mine got like this the old-fashioned way." He seemed a bit proud of this. He gave the other a suspicious look. "Who are you? You are not from the neighbourhood. No one has moved in recently..." He had stopped, standing back to the wind, meaning that Ashi had the full blast of the icy wind in his face.

The other didn't look normal. He sent chills up Sarandon's spine. Chills of two different kinds. He backed up a step. "Really. who are you? Where are you from?"

[Ashi Akuma]

Ashi snorted at finding that the fashion in this place was to wear old worn out clothes. Why would anyone waste their money on buying something you could just snag off a broke drunk on the streets? The clothes were so worn down that it was as thin as a fingernail. It would provide no protection from the freezing cold weather that almost seemed as bad as Parisdion at night. It almost made Ashi mad that the boy was wearing these crappy clothes that could cause him to get sick by the ridged weather…almost. What the boy did was none of his business, besides, why should he care? No one ever gave a damn about him, what kind of life he lived just because he’s a Parisdion, so why give a damn about them?

The man smirked when Sarandon gave him a suspicious glance. His smirk grew with the questions asked. Oh, he was going to have fun with this. “Who I am, huh? Well,” he said, giving a dramatic pause. “I don’t if I should tell you. Some people could be after me and I don’t think they’ll be very nice when they find out I’m here. As for where I’m from…well…what’s your name?”

[Sarandon]

"Sarandon," he answered, not indicating if it was his first or last name. he was looking a bit more suspicious. "What are you doing stalking around our neighbourhood if it's this cold out?" He shook his head. "Never mind... Are you lost? I could show you to your destination. I really do have to get home, my mother's expecting me for supper and I have homework and chores to do. So really, if you don't mind..." He stepped forwards as if to continue on his way.

[Ashi Akuma]

Ashi picked up his pace, catching up to the boy named Sarandon. “Ah but I do,” he said, smirking. For some reason or another, he didn’t want the boy to leave. He wasn’t quite sure why, but figured it was that he wanted to have a bit more ‘fun’ with him. Sarandon was starting to get on his nerve, though he didn’t show it. The other seemed completely unfazed by him, those insults, though he knew they were utter crap, and the weird signs he gave him. All of them, he just waved it away like it was normal for a stranger to insult and insinuate that he’s a murderer or thief.

“And I’m not lost, I just felt like taking a walk. Something wrong with that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

(Sorry I wasn't here for awhile. My friend came over and hogged the compter <.<)

[Sarandon]

"In this weather? You're insane," Sarandon stated bluntly. "Now look, my mother's expecting me home. I have chores to get done and homework. That may not mean anything to you, but I take my responsibilities seriously. So please, let me go." He was starting to feel angry and a little nxious. He definately didn't like being stalked like this, especially by someone who had admitted to having very few scrupules. "Go take your walk and leave me alone. I'm not interested in persuing this conversation any further.

[Ashi Akuma]

A smirk spread across Ashi’s face when Sarandon commented on the weather. If he thought this was cold, he should visit his home. The boy would either freeze, maybe being shown off in a museum, like those cavemen that’d been frozen for years or burn in the terrible heat of the sun, depending when he visited. Then again, he should go, not only because of the weather but because the people there were vicious. He’d be killed in seconds upon landing.

The Parisdion listened as he ranted on about chores, homework, responsibility, blah, blah, blah. The boy was right; he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting a reaction from him, which finally seemed to happen. He seemed angry at him, or at least annoyed. Ashi’s smirk grew as he saw the boy’s flushed face, most likely from the cold than the anger. “Aw, but it gets lonely when I walk by myself. I’d much rather have some company and you just happen to be the most convenient, well, for me anyways.”

[Sarandon]

"Well, then, I'm walking this way. If you insist on stalking me, you can follow." He started off towards his home again. His parents would either run the man off or invite him in to dinner, depending on how he was acting. "It's cold out here and I can't afford to have a cold right now. I have important exams coming up."

[Ashi Akuma]

Ashi walked with Sarandon to his house, his hands shoved deep inside his pockets, glancing at the boy from the corner of his eyes, observing him closely. He had, what looks to be, soft, silky black hair and emerald eyes. The Paraisdion was drawn to those eyes, like a moth to a flame. They were a deep shade of green, like the forest he lived in.

Ashi loved the forest. It’s quite a luxury change to the desolated planet he was forced to call a home. He caught himself staring and looked away, coming back into reality just in time to hear Sarandon speak. “Stalker? Well that’s a nice way of putting it,” Ashi said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I prefer that coincidently, you’re everyplace I go.”

[Sarandon]

"Not so coincidentally." He stopped in front of one of the many non-descript suburban houses. "Well, this is it..."

"Randy! Mom's been waiting for you!" a young boy called from the doorway. He was headed outside, wrapped up in many layers of coats and sweaters that all looked a bit worn.

[Ashi Akuma]

Ashi shrugged at Sarandon’s first comment. It’s not his fault he was so drawn to the boy that he couldn’t seem to leave his side. The two stopped in front of a house that, quite frankly, looked like every other one on the block. How could they tell which house was theirs?

In the middle of his inspection of the house, he saw movement in front of him near the door. Instinctively, he raised his feet and took a sheathed dagger out of his boots, then quickly shoved it back in when he remembered he’s on Earth. The Parisdion awkwardly put his foot down and hoped no one had noticed. Ashi heard the human from the door call out for a guy named Randy and looked around for anyone else. Seeing no one but him and Sarandon, he figured the guy or him was delusional, his newly found ‘friend’ has a nickname, or said ‘friend’ lied to him about his name. “Randy? Cute name,” Ashi smirked, “But I thought you said your name was Sarandon.”

Though he shouldn’t be talking since he didn’t even give the boy his name.

[Sarandon]

"SaRANDon," the boy pointed out patiently. "My family and friends call me Randy. It's a nickname." He turned to his little brother. "Tell her that I'll be in in a second, Cole. And stop stealing my stuff. I haven't said that you could take that sweater yet." He turned back to Ashi. He was still a little disconcerted by the other's quick motion towards the knife that he was now going to pretend very hard that he hadn't seen. "I have to go. It was nice meeting you, sir."

[Ashi Akuma]

Ashi nodded his head at the explanation. So Randy was a nickname. He decided he liked Sarandon better. When he said it, even in his head, he got a certain chill from it, or a stronger one than Randy did. It was strange and he couldn’t explain why the boy had so much affect on him…well, any reasonable explanation.

He looked over the other boy Sarandon called Cole, guessing he was the boy’s brother. He gave a mental sigh of relief. He could find thousands of things that might burst him to tears but…the man glanced at the boy next to him, he was Sarandon’s brother so he would try to hold his tongue. Maybe he was relieved too soon. He was glad he hadn’t lost his ability at insulting people but now he isn’t even going to say anything cause he’s Sarandon’s brother. “Nice? Doesn’t look like it was nice meeting me. What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he smirked. Or a dagger? He wondered, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

[Sarandon]

"Truthfully, it was a meeting that I could have done without," he admitted. "You haven't gone out of your way to make my life plesant. I will pray for you," he added as a little barb. "It's Wednesay, we have church tonight before supper and I have to get ready. Now please leave."

[Ashi Akuma]

If Ashi weren’t such a stubborn prick, he would’ve burst out laughing when Sarandon said he’d pray for him. No amount of praying is going to help him. His ears perked up when he heard the word ‘church’. So the boy was religious, which means he’s most likely he’s opposed to ‘gays’ as they call it here on Earth. He would never admit it, but something tore inside him at the possibility of never having a chance with him. The Parisdion bite the inside of his mouth until he felt the metallic taste of blood in his mouth and averted his eyes the side, glaring at the space ahead of him. Having a chance with him. Ch. I never had a chance with anyone. Besides, I don’t need the stupid human.

He shoved his hands in one of his many pockets, finally able to bring himself to look at the boy. His face really did seem somewhat pale for a while. Without thinking, he brought his cold hands to Sarandon’s face, stroking his cheek. The warmth that radiated off caused Ashi’s hand to twitch for a second. “No, really, you seemed pretty pale for second,” he said, looking genuinely concerned for a bit before quickly putting on an amused smirk.