Description: Not one to shirk a bet, the boy wonder shows up at the duly appointed hour for tea time. As per his terms of surrender. Therein the boy learns many important things.. The true nature of Seijyun High. Whom the strongest warrior of said school truly is. How to make a really, really nice tea. AND! ...Fashion tips?! All of this and more, and a hint at the future?
Well then, it's been a couple of days. Really, only two! Honest! And things are starting to calm down a bit within the grounds of Seijyun High School. Sure, there are still clubs and such still trying to wrangle up new members, but the overall energy has taken a more relaxed tone on the lazy weekday.
It's actually very nice outside this afternoon, the cool breeze helping to cool out the otherwise very sunny and high-heat afternoon. Sitting outside and waiting for her 'company' for the afternoon is Yurika Kirishima, adorn in her usual sky-blue and conservative school uniform with a matching color parasol hold over her head to shield herself from the sun. She's reading another one of her romance novels, but that is hardly the reason why she's so giddy today!
Yesterday was.. a rough day. The boy walks with a little bit slower than he did the last time he walkd these grounds. Gaze a little distracted, feeling the tight bandages around his chest. A bandaid adorning his cheek and more white wraps coiled around his shoulder, indicating Kentou was into something of a major scuffle not long ago.
However! Kentou keeps his word! The boy lost.. fair and square, in honorable battle! A deal is a deal, and the youth isn't going to shirk his responsibility.
Besides... The boy will admit he's genuinely pretty curious about that curly haired young lady. Many questions have floated around in his thoughts.. And he still wants to know who the strongest in the school truly is! More than enough reason to keep his word promptly. Walking towards the very spot where the youth had lost his little match.. Navigating through the throngs of giggling girls until his mousey eyes fall upon a familiar face somewhat shadowed beneath a frilly parasol.
A deep breath, followed by a quick massage of his shoulder, and Kentou lifts a hand, "H..Hello Yurika!" Lips quickly conforming to a hasty, if sheepish smile. Bowing to her once getting a little closer, his wild bangs bobbing with the motion.
The familiar footsteps is enough to get Yurika's attention, she's already slipping her bookmark into her novel and draws it closed.. In which her gaze then slowly drifts to the young fighter and greets him with a pleasent smile in turn, "Good day to yo- Oh my."
Yurika doesn't follow up on televised matches very much even though she'd ought to. But she's suprised to see the boy in the condition she is, and is very certain she wasn't the cause of it. And it isn't enough patching up to be considered a Gedo beatdown either. He's given a lookover once, twice, and then following the third time, gets to her feet and returns the bow with a curtsey. "Please, come along, you'll be able to rest in just a few moments. I see you've had a rather difficult battle. Was your opponent interesting?"
As Yurika motions for Kentou to come along, the girls nearby are.. Well, extremely curious to what the elegant Kirishima is up to. It's against the rules for him to be getting so deep into the school grounds after all. Or.. Is he someone elses relative? They will get no answers!
Kentou can see that his somewhat wounded appearance is causing poor Yurika something of a stir. The youth bashfull flusters, lifting a hand and waving passively, "Oh no no.. I'm alright.. It.. ah.." A hesitating pause. Edges of his lips shifting... Before focusing on the here and now, "..Revealing." Leaving it at that.
Quickly the youth takes a step closer, following her motion eagerly and briskly as he grins a little brighter. Attempting to change subject promptly, "S..So! How.. ah.. how have you been? Um. Was that a good book?" Offering her a chipper grin. Occasionally glancing over his shoulder at the throngs of girls in the periphery. Feeling a little bit like a small cracker crumb with a dozen crows just lining up, waiting to peck at him. o_o;
As Yurika walks along in a casual pace, she looks to the closed book. On the cover is a man and a woman sitting one behind the other on the beach and it's titled 'The Tawny Gold Man'. With a mild bit of amusement in her features, the girl slowly shakes her head. "I highly doubt you'd be interested in something like this. It's about falling in love. And doesn't have any fist-fighting in it."
The trip isn't very long at all, in due time the duo would be at the girls dorms, and then to a door that has 'Yurika K.' next to it.
"I've been quite well myself, I've been running for a very important position for this school and am waiting to see if I had won or not. Also, don't mind my schoolmates, see.. This is an all-girls school, which means that you're basically not going to see many, if any boys around here most of the time at all. So in a way, you're a bit of a celebrity around here. Isn't that nice?" ^^
Kentou's lips form a small 'o' as Yurika explains the romance novel in a little more detail. Nodding once slowly to her comment. Well.. that certainly sounds appropriately girly, The boy can't begrudge Yurika for being interested in that! Smiling a bit sheepishly up to her again, the youth rubs the back of his neck as he chuckles lightly, "W..Well! Ah.. I'm.. I'm sure it is well written!"
However, as the pair continue walking along the hallways.. The boy looks back and forth as they go. Catching a few strange glances from the occasional passing girl. And.. there are an awful lot of those here. Starting to feel progressively more and more out of place as his cheeks color a little more deeply.
"Am.. uh.. It is cool that.. I'm here right? I mean.." Getting a little more antsy at the stares, figiting his fingers together nervously before turning his attention back to her. Smiling and nodding at Yurika's commentary, "Oh! I hope you win! I bet that must be fun! And.."
.... Wait a sec..
"Its.. Its an ALL Girl's school? ALL? Like.."
Mousey eyes shifting about a bit frantically, "...I'm not gunna get busted .. am I?" A deep swallow. o_o;
Yurika chuckles again, "It certainly is, it's not a very boyish thing at all.. But my best friend.. She's a bit of a tomboy at times, so I'm fairly sure I'll be adequete company for the time being, Kentou."
As for it 'being cool' if he's here? She gives a playful, "Probably not, particularly in the dorm area. That is why we're going into my room, don't you think? And thank you, I hope I win as well."
The door opens, and she steps inside first, paying little mind to the occassional passerby, they all recognize and greet the girl, whom returns the greeting. Inside isn't too impressive, but it is very neat. The walls a moderatly dull color, they are decorated with posters of musicians or girls in gothic lolita attire. A couple of cupboards rest against the wall, with expensive looking teacups and plates inside. There's a single bed, a desk, and atop her dresser is a television and a playstation. In the center is a very short table on a red rug, with darker red pillows on either side.
"Of course I've taken some measures to ensure that there won't be any trouble."
As Yurika adds that he proooooobably shouldn't be here, the boy immediately moves to the opposite side of Yurika. Trying to, more or less, hide himself behind her as much as he is able from most of the hall. Gleaming eyes darting to and fro a little nervously as he continues grinning, if a bit more forced, "Oh..I.. I see! Ah.. W..Well yes.. um. Room! Room sounds good.. eh-hehe.."
As the door opens, the boy darts past her the moment she steps through. Immediately moving to the side and pressing his back to the wall. Breathing a little rapidly there as he feels a little safer away from so many prying eyes and potential tattletales.
The boy's gaze is theen greated by the nice, clean room. Huh.. The youth supposes its about what he expected from a girl's room. Never actually.. having been in one before, actually. Somehow he expected more boy posters though. '_';
Still, regaining his composure the youth smiles back up to the young lady, "You have.. ah.. a very nice room, Yurika. I wish I could keep mine as clean as yours!" Offering his hasty compliments as he places a hand over his small heart, trying to get it to calm down.
Yurika closes her eyes a moment and does her best to fight back a bit of laughter. That kind of innocence.. It's something she hadn't seen in a very very.. Very very long time. It's nostalgic in a way, that makes her heart actually feel rather heavy for a moment. She steps in after teh rushing boy, and closes the door behind her.
"You should be fine for now, we're all pretty much friends here," the musician says, hopefully to further calm the boy a bit.. But lay on just enough tension to keep him on his toes. "As long as I'm here, and you do as I say.. Then I can guarantee you will not get into trouble. Ah, that said, thank you.. As you can see, I like clothes and music.. And tea. It doesn't come as a suprise that yours is messy, what is in your room? Oh, and please, take a seat.." as she motions to the cushion on the floor, and she goes to her desk to get a kettle.
As the door closes, the youth issues a heavy sigh of relief. At least now he doesn't have to worry about being seen by the wrong sort at the wrong time and risking almost certain peril! The last thing he needs is the embarrasement of being caught deep in the dorm rooms of a girl's school. *'_'* What will people think??
The boy slides his palm down his face and shakes his head, quickly smiling back up to Yurika as she explains. Nodding once again as the notion of an.. understanding certainly makes him a bit more content. Straightening up a bit as the bare-footed youth walks a little further into the room. Extremely long braid dancing over his back as he looks to and fro, lips pouting in curiousity, "Huh.." Peering at a particular poster on the wall before chuckling a bit inspite of himself, "I.. guess it would kinda make sense.. wouldn't it?" ^.^; The youth, afterall, barely has time for things like cleaning up outside of his job and.. his real job.
The kenpo kid turns to Yurika then fully, "Oh? My room? Ah well.." Looking to the cushion he adds, "Oh, thank you! Ah.." Easing himself down to the floor, folding his legs across eachother and settling his hands on his ankles. Rocking a little bit as he states, "Just stuff.. I mean. Um.. Like DVDs of tournaments mostly.. and my bed. Um.. its realy not a very big room." He admits with a little hesitation. Actually.. truth be told it was just a walk-in closet until it was repurposed for him. But that's another story.
"Oh! Music.. You know.. I gotta admit.. I've been -dying- to ask you.." Bright eyes following her as she prepares the kettle with some curiousity. If he had a bushy tail, it would be wagging about now, "Where DID you learn how to fight like that? I mean.. with that violin and everything! That was.. it was amazing.." o_o
Yurika fiddles a little with the kettle and such, and sets it atop a mini stove-top. She makes other preperations, her back to the young boy, "Well there isn't much reason for someone like you to have a big room. I personally think that it increases the chances of being comfortable in an isolated environment. Being outside is definatly much better.."
When her fighting style is questioned though, Yurika glances over her shoulder with an amused smile. "That's not a very simple question to answer. I suppose the best way I can put it is.. When I was younger, I was taught swordsmanship. However I don't feel comfortable carrying a 'true' sword, I'm sure you could imagine what that would do for my image.. So I instead incorporated it with a much more concealable weapon."
Yurika then walks away from the stove, and.. Actually doesn't sit on the opposite end of the table. Taking one of the cushions she makes an attempt to actually sit right next to him, and if allowed, to touch one of the braids. "The bow isn't ordinary, it's made of a rare and extremely tough wood much tougher than Charlottes, my violin. I had a very good teacher, but I put in a more romantic touch."
As Yurika has her back turned, the Youth again wanders his gaze around the room. Looking over the various posters and pictures of dresses, a few little statuettes and the design choices of the furnishings. Man.. This all looks so posh, so regal! He feels like he's visiting a princess or something similarly important. A fancy room, in such a fancy school.
The youth, however, does smile at Yurika's commentary. Nodding his head as his bangs bob with the motion, "Yeah.. it is true! I'm out practically all the time myself! My room is just for sleeping pretty much!" Huh, they do seem to have something in common that way!
"..Of course.. if I had a room this nice I'd probably stay inside maybe a bit more.." Kentou admits with a small smile.
Still! As Yurika begins to answer the questions about her style, Kentou's bright eyes snap right back to her as he pays 100% attention. Very curious to know the particulars of this.
Hmmmmming to himself, the boy squints slightly as he considers, "...Swordsmanship.." Repeating slowly. Eyes rolling upwards as memories of their fight replay in his head. Reconsidering her moves and attacks, mentally replacing that violin with a sword in his thoughts. Hmmmm.. It.. It does begin to make a little more sense that way.
As the older girl seats herself beside him, Kentou smiles politely up to her. Knees bouncing a bit in place as his hands remain at his shins, pausing in his rocking motions for the moment.
The boy makes no motion to stop the girl as the shorter of his two braids is examined. Woven in a typically chinese style, and by the damage to the dark brown silk it seems hardly ever taken out of their bindings. By their length.. he may never have gotten a haircut in his entire life! It would certainly explain how bushy and wild the hair that isn't bound seems to be.
"...Charlottes?" The boy inquires, only to 'aaaaah' immediately afterwards with the prompt explaination, "Huh.. Wow. I gotta admit, a style like that most people must never see coming! It completely surprised me! Your teacher must be proud! ..ah.. what was his name?" ^.^ Curious to know that too even. Oh that boy.. always with assuming 'he'..
It's a fair assumption, and it keeps the small smile on her lips. Yurika examines the braids a little more closely and.. Eventually decides that she won't undo them. "Well.. I will tell you, but it's very important that you keep it a secret, understand?" the musician murmurs as she stands up once more, and this time heads over to her closet. "In fact you might be very suprised, but my teacher is actually my little brother. Though he doesn't use a sword, he knew enough to teach and help me develop it. I suppose that's why I took so much interest in you, you remind me of him.. But you, as a person, are just as special." she continues to shift around a bit. "Ah right, so I suppose it'd be good for you to know who the more powerful in this school is. There's a picture right on my desk if you'd like to take a look."
He can't miss it, there's only one. It's a horizontal photo, of herself, a short haired brunette wearing a camflauge top on her left, and to the right a rather mean-looking red-head with a spiky ponytail and wears a black, collared mask around her mouth, with a black jacket around her-- Very 'gangster'. She doesn't seem very happy to be in the photo. "Her name is Zaki. Does she look tough?"
Ooo! Secrets! The boy's eyes widen a little more, leaning a little closer as he nods his head rapidly. Clearly giving her his rapt attention as she gets to the good stuff! What ancient, wisened master would know of such truly transcendent swordsmanship that even mimicking such movements with a violin and bow would prove equally as powerful!
As Yurika reveals its... her little brother?.. The boy's eyebrows lift in sincere surprise, "..R..really?" Huh.. Truly puzzling over this answer a moment as his eyes shift back and forth along the floor before returning to her, "..Wow.. he sounds really talented.. What.. ah.. what is his name, if I can ask?" Blinking again as it would seem his curiousity knows no depths.
As she reveals why she's taken such an interest in him, Kentou blushes a little more as his head tilts down, "Oh.. Hee." Hands settled on his knees as he rocks again, almost not certain how to properly react to the compliment as he murmurs, "..Thank you ah.." It is hearting to know someone nearly as young as him could be so talented though! ... Maybe with the right training he isn't far from that himself. Which is a notion only stoked as the musician finally relents on yet another secret.
"Ooh!" The boy perks up, immediately hopping to his feet in a smooth bound and all but rushing over to the desk, his braids flailing in the abrupt movement. The boy holds the singular picture in his lithe hands, gazing at Yurika and then this 'Zaki' alongside her.
Taken aback at this gangster's appearance, the youth is surprised.. considering how deceptive Seijyun's strengths have been so far.. at how, well, clearly tough this girl actually looks! This is certainly a lot more along the lines of a 'tough fighter' that he originally was thinking of, "...Wow yeah.. she kinda does. She's pretty rough stuff, looks like!" His thumb trailing carefully over the image, not quite touching to leave any smudges on the glass itself, "What's her style of fighting?" The boy queries almost breathlessly.
Yurika snickers lightly, Kentou has such energy, and his curiosity holds no bounds! This would be useful information, for getting his continued company, she thinks. And of course she made it seem like her brother was as old as Kentou on purpose, she doesn't have any intention of clarifying. "I can't share the name with you right now, it's a mildly sensitive topic.. You certainly do like to fight, don't you Kentou?" Yurika asks as she steps away from the closet then, with a small box with a flower pattern on it. She goes ahead and sets that on the smaller table, and at that moment the kettle whistles.
"Anyway, I am not particularly fond of the idea of such young fighters getting involved in the real fighting world. I don't want you to know that out there, there are people whom can fight.. And are not as kind as myself. But I suppose that isn't something I can talk you out of so I'm just going to ask.... What is it you're fighting for. Why do you fight, Kentou?"
A brief pause. "Oh, she fights with chains and her fists."
Another pause. "They both hurt equally."
As the youth continues to gaze into the contents of that picture, Kentou slowly nods with a bit of distraction, "Oooooh.." Understanding that, perhaps, the girl doesn't wish to talk of her family for some reason or another. Afterall, is he really so different there?
Carefully the boy sets the picture frame back precisely where he found it. Trying to be as precise as possible to match exactly where he found it, as his gaze shifts between his task and his hostess, "I do. I mean, yeah. Of course.."
Satisfied with the picture's resting place the boy turns to face Yurika fully. Moving swiftly to hop back down upon the cushion in a playful huff. Refolding his legs as bright eyes follow the movement of that curious box. Already the wheels turn behind those eyes, wondering just what secrets may unfold from its contents. This young lady has certainly been a series of surprises, one after the other!
"Kinda runs in the family." Grinning a little, "I've always wanted to be a big-time fighter!"
But, as the girl voices her disapproval, his grin fades into something of a mild pout. Exhaling slowly as he adds, "Well.. it.. it has been pretty rough. Yeah.. there are a lot of.. mean people out there." The boy idly touches his bandaged shoulder a moment in remembered pain, "..Its.. Its still worth it in the end though because.. I mean, I get to meet lots of nice people too." His smile returning three fold as he looks up to her once more.
Then, of course.. she asks that final question. One that Kentou doesn't particularly have a ready answer for as he stammers a little, "Well.. I.. Its.." Mousey eyes becoming downcast, ".. I just really want to is all.."
"Oh, well it's certainly never too soon to start, if that is the case.. I can't say I really relate, I don't quite desire to be the 'strongest' this or the 'toughest' that.. At least, not in the fighters sense.." Yurika replies, as she gets to teacups, one a light yellow, and the other a dark blue in color. She settles a couple of green leaves in each cup and then pours the tea into it, and glances over her shoulder to Kentou on occassion. Of course everything he says is true, pretty much everyone has the same experiences in battle. "Well don't take it personally.. Sometimes things just get.. Very dark. Though I suppose it isn't fair to really hide it from youth either.."
Saucers in hand, she sets the blue one down in front of Kentou, and gives the boy a warm smile, "Because you want to is as good a reason as any. A computer programmer probably likes computers. Why shouldn't a fighter like fighting, right? But I was just curious if maybe there was a deeper reason like.. Vengeance for a loved one, something like that. This is just a simple green tea. It's probably a little bitter, so you can add sugar if you'd like."
The boy's knees bounce slightly, always stirring or figiting. One gets the impression Kentou has a hard time sitting still for a good length of time. He is certainly curious about this tea pouring technique. Vaguely aware that some people can be.. pretty serious about it. Aware of tea ceremonies and all that. Of course, Yurika seems a bit more of a European slant, considering the decor and her choice of clothing. As such, the youth doubts he'd be treated to a traditional Japanese tea pouring. But even still, her movements are graceful and proper. Eyebrows lifting a moment as she settles whole leaves into the steaming liquid as well.
Brown eyes settling upon the cup on the tabletop before him. The blue porceline vessel and circumstances feel so proper.. He isn't sure if he's allowed to touch the cup yet! Smiling up at the young lady again, he waits a moment for a wordless prompting before his slender hands cup the heated surface. Not minding the heat, likely due to his relatively toughened fingers.
"Oh no no.. I know its not.." Adding to her statement of potential insult. "Not.. Not vengeance no.." The boy adds after a moment, eyebrows furrowing in consideration, "I.. Don't even really want to be the strongest or anything. Well!" Tilting his head to the side as his eyes roll upwards, "Iiiiiii wouldn't MIND being like.. super strong and famous and all that.. Like Ryuuuu or something like that I mean heck, who wouldn't?"
Puffing at the surface of the tea a moment. Eyeing the edge of a leaf sticking out, briefly wondering if tea is supposed to be that way, "..Its.. more like.. I guess. Respect.. I.. I want people to respect my family's skill.. I suppose.."
Thin lips finally touching the surface of the tea. Eyes shifting back and forth in consideration. Smacking his lips a moment as he holds the cup out, "Aaaah.. a little sugar yeah.. It does taste wonderful though! You're pretty good at brewing this! Is this your favorite kind?"
"Ryu? Hmmn, I actually don't know how I feel about him. He's an interesting one, that much is for sure. But I doubt I would sit and have a cup of tea with him.. Also thank you very much, I'm glad you like it. I don't have a particular favorite just yet, there are still some blends that I haven't tried yet. I think in the end, though, it would have to be something that'd be simple for me to carry around because it's flavor wouldn't settle in an odd way during travel. And help yourself, though don't move too much, I want to try something."
The sugarcup that is conveniently already on the table is edged forward, and she opens the box as well. Inside are a lot of hairclips, pins, and.. Chopsticks? As well as some other hair accessories. Though all she takes out are a few bobbie pins, before settling behind Kentou again. Assuming Kentou doesn't flip out, Yurika takes the longer braid and starts looping it over and over, to create a bun. "I don't want to bore you, though, I honestly could talk about tea for a few hours. What about your training? Do you have any sparring partners? And I didn't know that your style is a family style.. That's actually very exciting, there are some girls here whom have a family style as well. I.. Rather envy that. It seems very honorable, you know?"
The boy nearly spills his tea as his eyes widen, head jerking up a fraction, "You know Ryu?" Huh! So she is a bit more intune with the fighting circuits than she would otherwise admit.
Still, the boy nods again as his polite smile returns quickly, "I..I see. Huh.."
Pondering a moment as he leans forwards, setting his porceline vessel onto the saucer as he reaches for the sugarcup. The boy's reaching arm pauses a moment as he blinks, considering her request to pause, "..Hm?" Holding his position bolt-still a moment, until he begins to realize she didn't mean like.. FREEZE in place. Slowly then pulling the sugar more towards him absently as he glances over his shoulder. Brow furrowing in puzzlement as he happens to notice the open box. The purpose of its contents arn't readily understood by the youth as he squints a moment. His back straightening as he feels her presense behind him.
"..What.. uh.. what are.." A little baffled as he doesn't answer her comments immediately. It isn't until she lifts his floor-length braid that he indeed does lean forward quickly. Half-turning in his seat as he looks to her, "H..Hey!"
Not seeming terribly outraged, just a little startled at her boldness. Small lips forming a small pout as mousey eyes search her own, "What's.. what are you doing?"
Her words are certainly in his thoughts at the moment.. but, he just wants to understand exactly what she's doing to his braids. Always afraid someone might try to unravel them.. and they take -foreeeeever- to weave back up once undone.
The musician blinks a little in suprise, jumping a little from Kentou's outburst, and stares down at the youth in suprise. She's silent for just a moment, and then she laughs, Yurika shaking her head, "No no, I've never met Ryu. I probably only know as much as you do, he's one of those people you can tell about by simply looking at him. Likely doesn't wear anything formal. Which really is only important from my perspective I suppose. And I said don't move too much."
Yurika pauses in her wrapping motion, "I'm keeping your hair from touching the floor by wrapping it up. I suppose I should have mentioned that before I started doing it, shouldn't I? But.. The braid is very long, I can't quite re-style it easily unless I get really creative. By the way, did you braid this yourself? I imagine it must have taken a very very long time.." In fact she even throws in a little fact of her own, "It takes mine two hours to get done." She doesn't continue the twirling, though, unless Kentou sits straight again. In the meantime she would keep her fingers in place so her work wouldn't get undone.
The youth pauses a moment. Looking up to her just a bit longer as he listens to her explaination, "..Oh..well.. Okay.." Considering this another moment and slowly facing forwards yet again. Offering his back to her and giving her better access to his hair. Such an arrangement is untraditional for his family but, he admits sometimes the tip of his braid can get pretty filthy and scraggly. Maybe this could help some?
The youth tries to keep his head still now, even as his eyes shift back and forth as much as they are able to occasionally glimpse at her fingertips but little more. Creatively, the boy lifts his teacup yet again to peer into the transluscent reflection to get a better look at his hostess behind him and her works.
"Mmhmm. Yeah.. it really does. Eh-heh.. Kinda why I got a little nervous there." Smiling meekly, "Wow.. two hours?" He admits. A little surprised as he sips at his tea another moment. Nodding just a fraction as he approves of the increased sugary content. "..Well, I admit it takes me about an hour or so. But.. I kinda go as fast as I can. I only really take it all out like.. maybe on the weekends when I have enough time to clean it all."
On closer inspection, it is clear the boy doesn't take extreme care of his very, very long hair. The braid is a little frayed in certain spots, and on the dirty side here and there.
"..Oh yeah! And.. oh.. well, I don't mean to interrupt you if you want to talk about tea or.. or anything. I mean.." Afterall, it was he who lost the fight. He is kinda at her mercy in that regard, so to speak. But rather than spelling that out, he immediately segues into her other previous questions as they come back to him, "Well.. I.. um.." The boy swirls the contents of his tea cup a moment. Training partners? Sparring partners? .. "Not.. not really. No. I .. yeah. I try to sorta teach myself. What I remember of my family's style.. that is. I.. Do hope to bring them honor. I do.."
Silencing his ramble as he sips his tea yet again.
"I see.. You really do need to take better care of your hair. I understand it gets dirty a lot but if you're going to let it get this long, you need to get responsible with it. And really, I won't learn a thing if I only talk about myself. I very rarely keep company with boys, and you're an interesting one." She uses a pin to secure the bun, the rest of the short braid left dangling at the same length as the other short braid; otherwise not really making any comment about his previous worry. Yurika leans a little to one side then the other to inspect it and eventually nods to herself in approval.
She then goes quiet for a moment in.. Mild worry. It would seem that there's a chance of a missing 'chunk' in Kentou's style, and.. Well really Yurika has no idea how she can be of any help there. But she could try to get some clues, "What is the name of your fighting style?" the musician asks. "I imagine there may be a similar style that could help you remember other techniques if you practice enough.. Unfortunatly I doubt it's anything like mine, so I wouldn't be much help there.. Ah, all right this will do for now. Just pull out the two pins on the sides before you leave."
At the critique of his haircare, the youth makes something of a noncommittal mumble. "..WellI..thatistosay..ah.."
His hair, like so many things, the youth has sort of.. put asside in his life. Not to say he's been completely neglectful. But such small details are on the backburner at best, compared to the more.. pressing matters in his estimation. Very rarely are such fine details actually brought to his full attention. And once held to account.. Kentou finds he has little to say for himself.
As the young lady comments on learning more about him, he does speak up then some, "Oh! Well.. I mean.. well thank you..I.." Flustering a little bit as he gazes once more into the tea cup, "..I mean.. what.. what would you want to know really..? I mean.."
The youth will admit he isn't used to being fussed over quite so much. Its been a long time since anyone like her has.. well. Actually no.. There is Hotaru. Hotaru however is certainly understandable. Both she and he are.. in the business, as it were. Comrades in arms, if not of equal stature amongst their peers. But such a.. prim and proper girl? The boy is amazed at her curiousity.
The youth then slowly lifts a hand to touch the newly fashioned bun behind his head. Blinking curiously a moment as he gingerly feels along its contours. The different arrangement settled strangely on his scalp.. enough to notice a difference but he certainly can't quite see the result. Even as he tilts his head back and forth, trying to look behind himself as best he is able. Tongue poking out the corner of his lip at the concerted effort.
"Ondori.. Kenpo.." Spoken inbeween tilts of his head to and fro, "And.."
...Pausing as Yurika offers a piece of advice so simple and obvious..
..He never really thought of it...
"..Wait.. wait. Do you think.. someone. That.. I could.. maybe remember more of my family style if I actually learned another one?" Mind already flooding back to a few weeks ago. Eyes growing distant in recollection, "..Like.. another kind of Kenpo..? Maybe..?"
Yurika raises a gloved hand to her lips, and manages to fight back another laugh. She didn't put it to the side on purpose; after all it is hardly a manly hairstyle that she had thrown togeather. She settles by his side again, taking her cup and finally takes a sip of her own tea as she listens to her company, and nods her head on occassion.
Ondori Kenpo.
Well that more or less tells it all, not that she knows many kempo artists.. Kendo, perhaps, but she was sure that was entirely different. Though she smiles a bit more as he seems to be having some sort of epiphany, and her eyes closed again, brows upturning, she nods in agreement, "Well, I don't know for sure, does it sound like it makes sense? But yes, I mean specificly in kempo. While your brain may not remember, your body, I think should. It just would need a 'kick start', as it were. At least, that's what makes sense to me. Though I regret that's about all I can offer."
As Yurika slides to his side once more, the boy immediately turns his head to her and affixing her with this bright gaze. Bun wobbling juuust a little behind his head as the needles remain settled in place.
Oosh.. nobody better tell him how girlish he looks with that baby face of his, especially with that decidedly unmanly bun! Both hands grip his teacup a little more tightly, cooling refreshment forgotten for the moment as his thoughts swirl behind his eyes.
"I think.." Finally his gaze drifting downwards. Still shifting with processing considerations, "..I think it does.. That does make sense.." Answering almost breathlessly.
His suspicions were right before.. weren't they? Maybe it IS the answer!
His mouth beginning to widen in a growingly pleased smile as he thinks more and more on it, before turning that bright smile back to its author in full, "Oh no! No.. Its a great help! Thank you, Yurika! I think you're perfectly right!" Clearly seeming excited now as he gets back to his tea and heartily drinks, holding the cup in both hands. Mmm, good tea too! ^.^
"I'm glad you think so," Yurika murmurs, her expression softening further. " Though her dark eyes are looking over Kentou a bit more closely. The results of her experiment, she would say, is a complete success! There's no doubt in her mind, then, that the rest of her little sub-plot would work out just as nicely.. But the unfortunate part would be she wouldn't be able to accomplish it today.
There's a chime of a classical tune coming from the cell phone on her bed, and she picks it up, looking at the digital message on it. It's difficult to tell if it's good news or bad news, but whatever it is, it makes her eyebrows raise in mild concern. "Well this is unfortunate.. I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut things a little short, Kentou, I'm needed a bit urgently off-campus.."
Reaching for her handbag, she sets her phone inside, and casually gets to her feet, her smile bright again. "I did have a wonderful time, though.. Allow me to escort you off-campus so you don't get kidnapped, some of the students can react quite oddly to cute things, as you could likely already tell." ^^
The boy's attention snaps over to the cellphone as it chimes. Clearly, the youth is a little high-strung and ever curious. Like a kitten, even. However he smiles and nod to her as she rises to check her message. Taking this moment to finish his cup of tea in a brisk manner.
Puzzling a moment as he fishes out one of the leaves from within the cup, inspecting the foliage accoutrement carefully. Hmm.. Whole tea leaves help the flavor that much huh?
However! As Yurika speaks up, the boy's attention immediately returns to her. Absently flicking the wet leaf back into the cup after a few tries before returning the emptied blue vessel onto the matching saucer. "Oh? Oh! Su..sure. Of course. No problem!"
At first the boy seems.. maybe a little hesitant to go. Which is something of a major turn-around considering how concerned he was about coming here in the first place. Finally given a chance to.. well.. meet and hang out with people, especially people as nice as Yurika. Its getting a little addicting.
Rising to his feet smoothly, the boy straightens the tassles of his chinese jacket with a pair of deft waving motions. His own smile reflects hers fully as he palms his fist in a 'Shealthed Sword' gesture, bowing to her properly as his evened braids bounce at his shoulders, "I had a good time too, Yurika. Thank you again for inviting me.."
..Well, it was less of an invite and more like terms of surrender. But, the youth isn't about to go over those small details. Besides, in retrospect, Kentou is feeling pretty lucky that he lost. Not only did he have a pleasant time.. But she gave him much to think about. Pointing out something that.. well, it may well turn his life around entirely.
"Of.. of course!" Kentou answers at her offer.. only to blush at the tail end of that comment, "..Awww..I..er.." Hand moving to scratch the back of his head in that familiar sheepish gesture. Only to pause as his fingertips touch the bun. Eep! o.o
Oh.. that reminds him..
"Do you..ah.. do you want these back now?.." Pointing to the needles holding his braid in place, walking over to her side.
Yurika tilts her head just slightly as she looks to her small companion, and instead of her usual gesture, returns the bow with one of her own. "Oh it wasn't any trouble at all, thank you very much for coming. If you need any help, Kentou, don't hesitate to drop off a letter for me, the box is right out in front of the schools statue.."
However Yurika is a little on the... Weird side. Chances are if she's feeling nosey, she'll be watching the boy.
But that aside, attention brought to the pins, the musician gives a nod, and reaches out to pull them free with little effort, the bun unwraveling on it own and dangles once more toward the floor. They're placed in her handbag, and she takes up her parasol again. "I will need these, yes. And I'd recommend just getting another days rest before looking for another match.."
She would lead Kentou out after opening the door, then take a moment to glance into her room once more as she flips the light switch off. She does feel good about herself; it's nice that her room, and this school shelters so many pleasent memories... A break from her otherwise dark lifestyle.
Log created on 23:50:00 09/09/2007 by Kentou, and last modified on 21:41:18 09/11/2007.