skylark-kun:

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true-flame:

[ooc: Blah, sorry for this being so short. So sleep-deprived I can’t, alshdfbkjsgfv]

The common room is virtually empty; only a raven-haired boy sleeping on one of the plush velvet couches, seeming fast asleep with (…is that a bird?) perched comfortably on his dark mop of hair. 

Enma usually does his homework in the common room, simply because it’s much warmer than the dorms and Tsuna-kun also prefers working here. However, Enma doesn’t want to wake up the senior sleeping on the couch by working here; the raven has a reputation in the school for being extremely temperamental and violent. 

Silently, he walks to the door on the opposite side of the room, watching the taller boy’s face as he moves to see if he’s waking up. Just as he reaches the door handle, someone from the other side opens it - and it knocks Enma off balance and onto his ass for the second time in the day.

His nap was disturbed because of a thud - a clumsy red-haired boy lost his balance and fell off. Even a single petal falling off would wake him up, so it’s not a surprise.

He didn’t bother to get off the couch, he just looked at the boy from the side with half-lidded eyes, giving him an arrogant look.

"What are you doing here?" He said with a hint of irritation in his voice.

Freezing as he heard the raven’s voice reach him, he thought about running back to his room as fast as he could before the other boy decided to get off the sofa and beat him up for disturbing his nap.

What am I doing here? But you have to walk through the common room to get to the dorms! It’s impossible to not walk through here every day. 

”..Sorry,” he muttered, slowly standing up and hoping that the other would allow him to pass without incident. 

skylark-kun started following you

[ooc: Blah, sorry for this being so short. So sleep-deprived I can’t, alshdfbkjsgfv]

The common room is virtually empty; only a raven-haired boy sleeping on one of the plush velvet couches, seeming fast asleep with (…is that a bird?) perched comfortably on his dark mop of hair. 

Enma usually does his homework in the common room, simply because it’s much warmer than the dorms and Tsuna-kun also prefers working here. However, Enma doesn’t want to wake up the senior sleeping on the couch by working here; the raven has a reputation in the school for being extremely temperamental and violent. 

Silently, he walks to the door on the opposite side of the room, watching the taller boy’s face as he moves to see if he’s waking up. Just as he reaches the door handle, someone from the other side opens it - and it knocks Enma off balance and onto his ass for the second time in the day. 

variastorm:

古里 炎真: I didn’t see you, Peasant. ♥

variastorm:


“You’ve got a lot of nerve, Peasant. Bumping into someone of Royalty like that.

♥♦♣♠

Pale, long digits drummed against the wooden surface repeatedly, creating a high tempo music, almost. His breath was mere huffs, near-soundless as his patience only grew thinner and…

 An unseen brow arched as the boy stood to his feet. His shoulders seemed to shake, as if he could not believe the nerve of this boy. Slowly, his foot carried him forward, towering over the small boy as a grin pulled at his lips once more. “Ushishishi ~” he giggled, pinning the other back against the wall, one arm held out as if to block his only escape. “Surely you can’t believe that a simple apology will cut it, do you?” he asked. The disbelief was sure in his oddly feminine-like voice as another odd chuckle followed suit.

His body pressed lightly against the other as a hand reached forward, fisting in the shirt of the other. “You’re wrong, Peasant,” he chortled, voice dropping lower, it was almost intimidating. He had yet to recover from his impatience mere moments before, and the violent desire only became stronger. His fingers drummed against the wall, almost as if in thought before he pushed himself away.

Pale digits rose to push back his blonde locks, yet not enough to reveal his icy optics. His head shook a bit as the palm of his hand slipped over half his face, humor crossing his features. “You have to do something in turn,” he claimed before slamming his bag into his chest. “You can start by carrying my things, ne?”

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OOC: Lame, reply is lame.

Enma shrinked back when the blond stepped forward, looming over him with a wide toothy grin. A shiver ran down his spine when the other giggled once more; the ‘prince’ was undoubtedly planning something for him. He took another step back- and found himself pinned to the wall as an arm shot out and the blond senior stepped uncomfortably close, his chuckles now sounding a little menacing to Enma.

The other’s face was a mere few inches from his now, and he felt a hand coming up to roughly grab his shirt, bringing them even closer together. Enma could hear the consistent drumming sound of the senior’s fingertips on the wall, and he watched helplessly as the blond seemed to consider something. A few seconds later, he pulled away and Enma bit back a sigh of relief. He probably wasn’t done with Enma yet, seeing the way the redhead could almost hear the gears starting to turn in his brain.

He made to step away from the blond, but the seemingly-amused male abruptly shoved his books into Enma’s arms and demanded that he carry them. Enma staggered a little when the books were handed to him, but regained his balance, sighing morosely in his head. 

Enma was already nearing five minutes late for class and he had a feeling his teacher was going to put the spotlight on him and humiliate him again if he arrived too late. Bending down, he awkwardly tried to pick up his books with one arm and added them to the pile. 

baseball-idiot:

古里 炎真: baseball-idiot started following you

true-flame:

He sat hunched over, fiddling with the pen in his hands as he watched the baseballer intently. The dark-haired boy looked nothing like his friend in Enma’s old foster home; but the way he swung the bat with such an effortless grace, and the way he stared straight ahead, eyes focused and entering a…

As Yamamoto continued perfecting his swings he could feel as if there was someone staring intently at him. Wondering if it were the girls from earlier he paused his practising and began looking around before seeing a boy with messy red hair sitting hunched up under a tree not to far from while fiddling with a pen. He had often seen him around school but he had never really spoken to him, if he remembered correctly his name was Enma Kozato.

Smiling cheerfully at the other boy he raised his hand up to wave. Seeing the sad smile on his face he wondered what was wrong before he made his way over towards the other male with a smile since it wasn’t his nature to try and cheer people up when they were down.

"Yo, I’m Yamamoto Takeshi"

His gaze had started drifting a little to the left, taking his attention off the baseballer, who by now had already noticed him and was coming over. You couldn’t see the sunset particularly well from this vantage point, but Enma could see the effects of it. The sky was bathed in a golden-orange light, the undersides of the clouds the same; except with a tinge of pink. There was a piercing amber light streaming through the gaps between the trees on the far left; the setting sun.

Closely watching the sunset as he momentarily stopped playing with the pen, the red-haired teen jumped and almost fell off the seat when Yamamoto came over and cheerfully greeted him. (Damn, he knew that Enma was watching him!)

Hurriedly standing up and brushing imaginary dust away from his legs, he bowed and mumbled a quick greeting to the baseballer.

"….I’m Kozato Enma.." He said it so quietly that Yamamoto would have to strain to hear it; and his legs were quivering a little, ready to bolt if the dark-haired teen accused him of spying or anything. 

Ahh! Sorry I have not finished your response yet! I know you have been waiting on one from me for... forever, now, and I'm so sorry I haven't gotten it to you yet- I've been so unexpectedly busy this week, preparing to move back into the dorms next week, and start the new semester. That, and I've been trying to (re)boot up our KHR RP site elsewhere and finish up on some commissions, so between all these things, I've been so overwhelmed, you wouldn't believe. B-but I promise I have been working on it, little by little each day. I'm such a slow writer OTL, but I promise I will make it worth your wait! ;u;

Oh, lolol, it’s fine~ I’m pretty busy too because of school, yeah right Cheerie, you’re only in eighth grade and I haven’t been on much these past few days.

I’m a pretty slow writer as well (900-1100 word drabblefic written in a week, 150-word reply takes three hours to type, ^^; ) Ah, don’t worry about making it really good, I was absolutely fail sleep deprived when made that sorry excuse for a follow-back post, so my apologies for that!

ooc:

Well I managed to drag our Tsuna on. But I have to go soon, derp.

HI SARAH AND WELCOME BACK!

Edit: It’s been a pretty busy week both at school and at home, and I’ve just realized I never got the notif for Hibari following Enma, so I’ll write the follow-back post to that and reply to two other conversations during the weekend. Thanks for your patience, guys!

I didn’t see you, Peasant. ♥

variastorm:


“You’ve got a lot of nerve, Peasant. Bumping into someone of Royalty like that.

♥♦♣♠

Pale, long digits drummed against the wooden surface repeatedly, creating a high tempo music, almost. His breath was mere huffs, near-soundless as his patience only grew thinner and thinner by the second. “Tch..” he snorted to himself, head shifting a little in his palm to glance towards the sphericle clock on the far war.

Bel nearly blanched at the sight, chin lifting from hi limb as his lips pulled down into  an agitated glower. How was it that he has only sat in class for fifteen minutes? He was late by thirty today, so he thought that time would fly. So, why did it see, so sluggish!

His body jerked and convulsed as he violently leaned back in his chair, causing the chair to slam into the desk behind him loudly. He ignored as some glances - The teacher included - Was thrown his way. The toe of his foot picked up the temp his fingers ceased, the violent urge to throw things around bubbling to the surface. He couldn’t sit still any longer, he needed to mo —

Thirty minutes of fidgetting and swearing under his breath passed, and the moment the bell had rung, his was up on his feet with a jolt. He repressed the desire to kick over his chair as he snagged his bag, wrestling with the fabric for a good five seconds as the strap snagged on the metal prongs which once held it. In his frustration, he near ripped his bag.

Delayed by three minutes, the Prince stormed out the room, anxious to relieve his stress in some way or form. He didn’t expect it to happen in that instant, but he near gave out a sigh in relief when he did.

In his blind rage, he turned the corner in a half-run and toppled over a certain red-haired male — How many red heads were there, anyway? So far, he had counted three, including this one. His unseen optics dropped towards the male and a snicker passed through grinning lips as he leaned forward, towering over the collapsed form with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Ushishishishi ~ Where I come from, bumbping into Royalty like that was known as a sign of disrespect: It shows that you don’t care enough to see if the person you’re bumping into is someone of importance or not ~” he snickered as he took a step forward. “Wanna know how we punish them..?”

There was a long pause as he looked the other up and down, and another snicker filled the room.

We behead them.

The hallways were virtually empty as Enma rushed to his classroom, bag hastily slung over a shoulder and banging onto his back whenever he turned corners. 

Sighting his classroom ahead, Enma sighed in relief as he slowed down and adjusted his grip on the straps, panting a little from the exertion as he approached Room 41 at a swift walk. Suddenly, a flash of blue appeared in his peripheral vision and he blinked, realizing that it was the person who he’d met going to the showers on the first day of school; Mukuro. He could already see a smile beginning to form on the upperclassman’s face as he neared Enma, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

Rather than being harrassed and sexually exploited by the senior’s eyes again, Enma almost skidded as he turned on his foot and ducked down a side corridor; choosing to take the long way to his classroom instead of facing those creepy eyes and eerie laugh. 

Well, that was his plan until he walked right into someone; knocking himself back so that he slipped and fell onto his bum, head nearly hitting the floor as his hands shot out to brace himself.

A bolt of pain shot up his spine and he winced; knowing that his behind was going to give him grief the next time he sat down. Opening his mouth to apologize, he was suddenly cut off as the person he crashed into leant forward and loomed over him, snickering to himself in amusement.

Enma stayed on the floor as the blond-haired student addressed him, first seeing his expensive looking clothes, then the maize-coloured bangs that flopped over his eyes, obscuring them from Enma’s view. 

A little part of his speech registered in Enma’s mind as he stared blankly at the grinning teen; who was currently looking the redhead up and down, smile growing bigger with every second. 

Royalty? He couldn’t be- a prince? Or a king? Is that possible? He does have a tiara on his head….

Eyes snapping back up at the ‘prince’, his body tensed in surprise. He couldn’t mean that, right? After all, the fact that he was royalty didn’t mean he could disregard the laws of the country and kill him for such a little thing….

…Yeah. Probably not. 

Deciding that walking away as quickly as he could manage was the best option at this point; Enma grabbed his bag and carefully stood up, using the wall for support as his back and bum protested at the movement.

"Sorry for bumping into you…" He mumbled, looking down at the floor numbly and hoping that the ‘prince’ wouldn’t lash out and hit him or anything.

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Ooc: Youre very welcome. c:

ooc: It usually takes me ages to write follow-back posts because I get so distracted by everything, lolol. <3