Stare into the night [AKIRA]

[Keiichi Shirokiri]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] Kei knew his situation might get worse, but he really couldn’t think of anything else right at that moment. With one hand carefully holding his stomach, he was leaning to a wall of an alleyway, peeking out into the night streets. There didn’t seem to be anyone following him among those people that he would rather keep a distance from. The black market people, Team Rocket, Epispect, the humans, even some of the gijinka, he was trying to avoid nearly everyone. But with an injury on his side, which didn’t really want to stop bleeding, he had to do something soon. Ironically enough, his healing ability could only heal others, but not himself... Sneaking around in the middle class district wasn’t as hard as he imagined, but with the injury, maneuvering around made it a little bit harder. His movement was a little slower, not because the wound was serious, but it was at a place it hindered him quite much, piercing into the muscles in his stomach, making moving around uncomfortable. He told himself to stay in the shadows, even though an injured fellow might not draw in too much attention from the normal people, any hunter would be able to get him easier. Finally spotting the desired apartment and its open window in the less crowded side of the street, Kei jumped up. He grit his teeth to hold back any noise that would sneak out due to the sting in his stomach, and perked on the windowsill for only a moment before stumbling into the room. He didn’t look around, so he wasn’t sure whether he was in a bedroom or a kitchen, but he noticed the few drops of blood staining the room’s floor. “Damn it...” He was indeed bleeding more than he should, but even then, he was sure his wound wasn’t actually that serious. Getting suddenly dizzy after the jump, Kei tried to steady himself by leaning on what appeared to be a night stand – was he in a bedroom after all? – but his hand slipped, and he fell on his knees, accidentally pushing a few books down as well. He was sure that made some noise... He just hoped the host wouldn’t get angry at him for staining the floor... tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ His injury really isn't that serious, but wounds on the abdomen tend to bleed a lot. ★ made byTama ★

[Akira Naozumi]

In the city was a sinner

I've done a lot of things wrong

But I swear I'm a believer

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CREDIT;;
Ryuujin

TAGS;;
Kei~ <3

NOTES;;
herp derp... showah time~

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[Keiichi Shirokiri]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] Kei shifted a bit, with his hand still holding his wound, so he wasn’t knelling but sitting now, leaning his back against the bed behind him. He looked down at himself, no other wounds visible aside from that one on his stomach. Now that he was sitting, his dizziness flew away, that meant he didn’t have to worry about loosing too much blood. He just hoped Epispect or the black market doesn’t have watch dogs able to sniff the DNA modified blood out. Hearing and feeling the house’s host coming closer, he raised his head up and looked at the door... only to see a rather naked Akira walk in. For only a fleeting moment, he was just staring, wondering if he was really loosing too much blood, but as the vision didn’t disappear even as the boy got closer, Kei had to avert his gaze. He couldn’t help glancing up from time to time, can’t believing this guy was walking around in only a piece of towel. “Hello to you too.” He said sarcastically with a humorless chuckle as he looked away so he didn’t have to keep eye-contact with the very naked other male. “What did I do again? You make it sound like it’s always my fault.” He groaned, pushing away Akira’s hand that was holding his’ above the wound. With one nod, he placed his other hand on the bed to push himself onto it without even wincing in pain. That much movement was okay after he rushed here and jumped in the window. While Akira was busy with the window, Kei removed his hand carefully, and lifted his shirt up just barely to look at the wound. It was a four inches long cut on the right side of his stomach, not deep enough to be worrisome, but deep enough to bleed like hell. His skin around it was stained, as well as the hem of his pants, where the blood was slowly flowing down. ‘Gee, I hate blood...’ He froze as he heard Akira’s next request when he returned to his side, looking up at him with an ‘are you stupid?’ look on his face. “No.” was the simple reply he gave, not intending to get naked beside another already naked male. “You can see the wound if I raise my shirt just fine.” He said, still holding the end of his shirt as he raised it to take a look at the wound. “And anyway...” he started murmuring. “At least go and put pants on or something.” He looked down at his wound awkwardly again, as if still inspecting it. tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ Here is the resistance~ ★ made byTama ★

[Akira Naozumi]

In the city was a sinner

I've done a lot of things wrong

But I swear I'm a believer

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CREDIT;;
Ryuujin

TAGS;;
Kei~ <3

NOTES;;
No playing around~ Bossy!Akira is in the house! UNANIMOUS VOTE TO UNDRESS BEFORE KEI IN THE CBOX. ENJOY.

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[Keiichi Shirokiri]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] Kei tried not to pay attention to Akira’s worried voice. Injuries were common in the slums, just like death, so he though the boy’s concern was only due to the fact he was living in the middle class section, more or less safe from the Jungle’s dangers. So that only received a grunt from the smaller boy, nothing else. They were glaring at each other as Akira ordered Kei around, and the younger one had a feeling his expression changed to a funnier one at the “I will do it for you” part in the other’s sentence. Kei wasn’t sure to laugh or actually get worried by the serious tone that showed Akira will indeed do it if Kei failed to oblige. Should he worry or not, was his main concern, and he knew his uncertainty was mirrored on his face. “Well, you don’t have to reach the wound.” He murmured quietly, maybe not even loud enough for Akira to actually hear it. Kei didn’t need Akira to tend to the wound. He only needed a place to be safe at, though he wouldn’t really admit that either. “Excuse me for not choosing a better time to be injured. Maybe serving blood with lunch at noon would have been indeed better.” Sarcasm all the way, and Kei couldn’t stop. Not like he wanted to come when Akira was taking a shower. Not like he knew when Akira was taking showers anyway! Though, he made sure to remember the hour now, and not to turn toward the middle class district if he is injured around this time of the day. To preserve his sanity, if not his health. Though regretting his words a bit he turned to mutter an ‘I’m sorry’, but was interrupted by the other male. Kei looked away immediately, though not exactly for the reason he was asked to. It was a natural reaction of the boy when he was embarrassed, or considered any form of reply to be a bad decision. In the end, he only moved to remove his black west, and unbutton the last few buttons on his white shirt to free his abdomen – he was careful to keep his chest hidden. He really didn’t look at the other male, instead was staring toward the window, quietly inspecting passing auras outside, though relieved he didn’t feel anything that would stand as a possible threat. “Don’t you think ‘fix you’ is a bit of an unfitting phrase? I am not a ‘thing’, you know.” His voice was carrying an edge that was there because of something other than irritation. He was trying to keep his tone nonchalant, more or less succeeding, but there was something behind it that still showed he disliked the phrase. “Anyway, I guess you have a first aid kit?” He asked, more or less expecting Akira to have one. Though glancing down the four-inches long wound, he carefully added. “Preferably with a needle and suture thread.” Kei clearly didn’t want Akira to use whatever healing power he or his pokemon may have. tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ And to Kei's misfortune, he is in Bossy!Akira's house. xDDD Anyway, I know Gardevoir have healing powers, but Kei doesn't want Aki to use it. So he is asking for needles. Have fun. ★ made byTama ★

[Akira Naozumi]

In the city was a sinner

I've done a lot of things wrong

But I swear I'm a believer

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CREDIT;;
Ryuujin

TAGS;;
Kei~ <3

NOTES;;
hurr, stupid boys

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[Keiichi Shirokiri]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] Kei kept quiet and didn’t reply to most of the things Akira said, since he was regretting his previous words already. That’s why he hated to speak to others – he knew that whatever he said, it would turn out worse than he intended to. And looking at it, he was able to hurt probably the only person he could place his trust in as well. Nice move, asshole. So he just stuck it, staring intently at a spot on the floor to avoid looking up as well. To avoid moving, even, as the room seemed to be spinning around still... Of course Kei didn’t think Akira would think so little of him. The boy would have kicked him out long ago, if it was true, if nothing else, Kei would consider that one as a proof. The other boy’s tone was worse than a slap to the face, and that moment, Kei was already sure he might have made a mistake. Or several ones, if we consider that Kei wasn’t quite familiar with good life decisions anyway. He played with the last button holding his shirt together, securely hiding his chest and making sure it was in place and would stay like that as well. Wavering a bit, he pulled himself closer to the edge of the bed and let himself slide down on the floor instead, leaning his back against the bed with a small sigh. ‘Crazy, huh?’ Then again, for Kei, a first aid kit was the only option to take care of his wounds. He didn’t have the ability to heal himself, nor did he know anyone that would be able to do that for him. At least not without wanting anything in return. In any normal situation, he would just go to his home at the Canopy, and somehow tend to the wound, maybe hide away for one day before going out again. But now, going back wasn’t an option, since they probably knew where he lived and would be waiting there. Slumping a bit, he placed one hand on the wound while the other was holding onto his knee. “I just need to stitch the wound... that’s all.” He said quietly, noting the weird pitch the other’s voice gained, though knowing better than to ask about it. And to think that he didn’t want to piss off the host, he couldn’t be any more of a loser than this. “Sorry...” For what exactly was that quiet and weak apology for, was unclear. tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ Hurr hurr ★ made byTama ★

[Akira Naozumi]

In the city was a sinner

I've done a lot of things wrong

But I swear I'm a believer

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CREDIT;;
Ryuujin

TAGS;;
Kei~ <3

NOTES;;
hmmhmm~

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[Keiichi Shirokiri]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] Kei was careful to keep looking down and not to say anything so he won’t make Akira even more upset. That way he can’t make anything worse, right? Right. That’s why he was usually alone, so he wouldn’t have to be careful about what he did, what he said or what happened to him... "I can only stitch it, since I can’t hea---" He started saying quietly but stopped as he heard a small noise and also spotted the Eevee wandering into the room. He was just blinking at the adorable canine, unsure if it would attack him for making her trainer angry or just do whatever that would make Kei flee through the window to never return... Though it didn’t seem to happen...yet. "...You have an eevee...?" He stated hesitantly, still rather looking at the pokemon than at Akira, avoiding eye-contact with the other male. He was quite surprised to see the eevee approach him, not to mention crawl into his lap. "H-hey, what are you...?" He wasn’t sure how to react, but pushing the canine off seemed more inappropriate than letting her do what she wanted, so he just froze, and kept an eye on the little eevee until it retreated. He could imagine that blood wasn’t smelling good, for Kei it was its sight that made his stomach flip once or twice. The sad puppy-eyes that the eevee was looking at him with made his hand move instinctively to scratch her head, but he stopped halfway as he saw the red fluid on his hand and quickly pulled it back. No need to stain others with it too. He made the mistake of looking at Akira when he was addressed, though looked back down right after. He glanced warily at the glowing hand and just barely leaned away from it. He didn’t want the help... really, he just needed a needle and a thread and he would be alright soon. The bleeding would stop, and the wound would close eventually, like always... "...I don’t want to owe you. You have enough problems without it anyway..." This time he raised his hand to push Akira’s away, but yet again, he pulled it back as he spotted the red blood stains on it. "I don’t need it." tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ And now I can finally play around with Kei's hemophobia. ★ made byTama ★

[Akira Naozumi]

In the city was a sinner

I've done a lot of things wrong

But I swear I'm a believer

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Ryuujin

TAGS;;
Kei~ <3

NOTES;;
lulz, the boys and their phobias.

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[Keiichi Shirokiri]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] Kei nodded when Akira explained about the eevee. Yes, he could understand the reasoning too. This little canine was adorable enough to charm anyone, so he was sure he would have done the same thing and adopt the pokemon. They are usually happier with a trainer than alone anyway. When the eevee licked his hand, Kei pulled it back again, out of the reach of the pokemon. She most definitely shouldn’t lick that hand. What if she licked the blood accidentally? Kei had to resist petting the pokemon until he was clean and washed up again. Until then, he wouldn’t want to stain them either. Kei blinked toward Akira. "Why wouldn’t you want something in return?" Oh him, and his mouth being faster than his brain. "No, I mean... It’s... experience. People usually want something in return." He had a feeling the explanation was just making it worse, and he couldn’t tell it clearly enough that, though he was trusting Akira more than others, he had yet to know enough of him. And he was afraid to discover if Akira would be the same, even though his whole being was yelling he wouldn’t turn out that way. He looked down at his hand, still holding the wound, and he shivered ever so lightly at the sight of more of the vibrant red liquid. If he won’t faint from blood loss, he would do so from the sight of it soon. He had to stitch the wound to stop the bleeding already...! True, a faster way of simply healing the wound by relying on Akira’s powers started to sound more and more appealing for him. But damn if he would admit that. He sighed deeply to steel himself more. "I don’t need it." tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ Stubborn contest~! ★ made byTama ★

[Akira Naozumi]

In the city was a sinner

I've done a lot of things wrong

But I swear I'm a believer

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CREDIT;;
Ryuujin

TAGS;;
Kei~ <3

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CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! |8

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[Keiichi Shirokiri]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] Kei looked back at the eevee, barely able to not to pet it just because she was looking at him that way. But he had to wait with that until he was cleaned up. It was just a phobia of his, and he didn’t want to make others be tainted with his own blood. He couldn’t say he didn’t trust Akira, or that he seemed like someone who would demand something in return. He wanted to trust him, but at the same time, experience told him he shouldn’t. It was a conflict that he couldn’t win just that easily yet. "I..." He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the term ‘friends’ right then. It made him uneasy and fluffy inside at the same time, giving a base for yet more conflicts that he didn’t want to deal with after reminding himself what happened to friends back in the past... Though, the term still made him blush and look away. He glanced up at Akira, thinking his situation was turning into a scolding, with the way the other was speaking to him. He was almost agreeing to the healing, seeing the point Akira was making, as well as not wanting to bleed on his floor more, but his last words made Kei more stubborn, and he frowned, almost as if pouting. "If I don’t have a choice either way, then what is the meaning behind offering? I-I don’t need it." He said, though carefully hiding the crack in his voice. Damn you, dizziness. tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ .......... >D Kinda dere but still stubborn. ★ made byTama ★

[Akira Naozumi]

In the city was a sinner

I've done a lot of things wrong

But I swear I'm a believer

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CREDIT;;
Ryuujin

TAGS;;
Kei~ <3

NOTES;;
Eevee is such a good little helper |8

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[Keiichi Shirokiri]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] If Akira didn’t bring him a first aid kit, Kei would just search for something to stitch himself up with. He was about to get up when the Eevee decided it was a good idea to settle in his lap for a nice sleep, and Kei froze. He couldn’t just... push the canine off... He made a face as if this was the greatest obstacle in his life, and leaned back against the bed again, defeated so easily by an Eevee. He shot a glance at Akira, but then looked away again. “No... I would rather not look.” He murmured, looking anywhere but the blood to check how much he had lost up till then. He wasn’t even sure if he stained the floor further, though just to make sure, he reached back to the bed and pulled down his vest that he discarded earlier. Curling half of it into a ball, he held that against the wound to prevent too much blood dropping down. Akira’s words made it sound so easy, and hearing – and feeling – the Eevee hum, just made him think that these two teamed up against him. He felt like he had lost this battle from the start, but the stubborn little bastard he was, he wouldn’t give in that easily. He can always just get out of the room, of the house, and attempt going home, however dangerous that could get. He could even try to go back to his parents for a first aid, but that would just endanger the human pair, which, yet again, Kei didn’t want to. He eyed with Akira for a moment. “...But I would feel indebted.” He said finally. Even if Akira didn’t want anything in return, Kei would feel like he has to pay it back... in any way. Though Kei was getting dizzy, he could still go on for a while without passing out. As for losing his lunch... well, he didn’t have lunch to begin with, so that won’t happen either. If anything, he was more worried that the wound may get infected. “So no.” One stubborn bastard, indeed. tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ And so, Kei is topped by an Eevee. xD ★ made byTama ★