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Characters: Wonderwice, Kabuto
Status: Closed log.
Location: Cafe, walking back to dorms
Date: April 3 (Backdated XD)
Summary: They meet. "Talk" and discuss things. Kabuto finds him interesting. He talks about his 'friends'. :3
Warnings: Kabuto. Bug killing. Wonderwice inflates Kabuto's ego? :3



Wonderwice had gotten lost. Again. And he had yet to find a map. But he did find a cafe. The sign had colors that appealed to his eyes so he went inside. It seemed like a logical enough reason to go inside to him at least. He pointed to what he wanted and then took the hot chocolate and a piece of cinnamon crumb cake to a chair. He sat there, letting the cake sit itself on teh table, putting his knees up to his chest as he sipped at the coffee, looking at some children's magazine. People were curious of him, and he knew it just by the passerby looks and conversation. They assumed his lack of conversation meant he couldn't understand words too, he guess. He didn't look twelve (even though he looked young for his age), but they sure thought he was. Or even younger. Just a strangely sized small child. It was how they looked at him. He was good at ignoring it, though.

Kabuto had finally gotten through the line at the cafe, getting his coffee and a muffin. He was still wearing scrubs from class, his book bag looped over his torso. But the cafe was crowded and Kabuto moved towards several tables before finding one that only had one occupant. A boy - small, blonde - and Kabuto smiled.

"Pardon me, but do you mind if I share your table for a little while?"

Wonderwice peered up, wide violet eyes seeming to test the figure there, almost curious of his intentions, attempting to read the man. If he was bad, he was good at hiding it. Very good. Better than the others he'd met, at least. He nodded towards him. "Kay," he said, verifying it with as few words as possible. He didn't mind company, at least, not right now. He turned the pages of the magazine, getting bored of it fast, he sipped his hot chocolate.

Kabuto's smile deepened as he sat and put down his food and drink before taking off his school bag and setting it down. He would alllow his brain a small break as he ate and then would plunge into the notes. He glanced at the freckled face across from him. "Its a nice day - bit warm." Kabuto stated. "I suppose that means spring is here."

Wonderwice observed the person again but only briefly. Then his eyes looked around lost. He mumbled a little bit to himself before deciding that conversation was unavoidable. "Warm," he agreed. And the warm weather brought bugs.

"I'm sorry. You probably don't like to talk to strangers do you?" Kabuto chuckled softly.

Wonderwice blinked, "No...talk...much." It wasn't the stranger part that was hard for him. He shook his head in case Kabuto didn't understand. No body got much conversation out of him, and the people who did were those who had already proven that his lack of vocabular didn't make him stupid to them.

There was a hesitancy about the other boy, a slight stuttering of his words that instantly pricked the interest of the doctor inside Kabuto. "I see." Dark eyes glanced over Wonderwice. "Do you not talk because you are shy or because it is difficult?" A question, honestly but not unkindly stated.

"Hard," Wonderwice answered simply. No words 'because you are stupid' were included in there. He looked at the man's outfit. Scrubs. A doctor...? Or something like that, perhaps? He wondered on it. "Very hard."

Kabuto nodded, face properly and convincingly sympathetic. "I suppose its been that way all your life then. No wonder you were seated alone - people don't tend to be nice about those sort of things."

Wonderwice nodded his head in an adament agreemeent. "Yah. Mean," he answered. In words that were simple as something a small child would understand. But as long as he wasn't talked to in the same words, it was okay. Everyone always assumed something was horridly wrong with him. "Yah, always." An unchangable and long lasting fact of life for him. "Used to it."

"That's a shame." Kabuto mused. He cocked his head. "How old are you?" The child was at that difficult age where it was amazingly hard to tell. Kabuto guessed that he was at least in his teens - judging by some of the physical aspects he could see.

"Ninteen," Wonderwice answered. Thin, short, and childlike. No wonder people often thought he was a lost child, even when that was exactly what it was. A teenage boy who puberty was a thing of the past but hardly appeared to have done anything to him, except make his body slightly broader than he had been before, which was just making him broader than a stick.

A little older than Kabuto had expected but he showed no surprise as he nodded. "Well, old enough that you don't have to talk to anyone you don't want too." Being a child was filled with having to talk nicely to barely seen relatives and the like. Kabuto knew that all too well.

Wonderwice nodded. "Don't anyway," he said. This conversation wasn't without obvious effort in the first place. So why would he make conversation with people who would just call him stupid in the ways that was easiest for them but hardest for him?

Kabuto nodded again. "Then you're fortuanate." He still had people he was forced to be civil and friendly too even as he felt they were really beneath interest. Some people really were too boring - holding nothing but a vague stationary place in the world without ever really creating anything noteworthy.

Wonderwice tilted his head to the side. He didn't really understand why this man thought that in the first place. It wasn't as though if he could talk to people he wouldn't. Of course, from what it looked like to him, lots of people who had the easy times talking always seemed to like it less the easier it was. "No fortune. Just...like this," he pointed out. He mumbled some words before his fingers gripped a fork, testing a piece of the cake.

Kabuto was silent, watching the other for a little while as he ate his own muffin. "No, I suppose not. Rather silly thing for me to say I guess." He gave a hesitant smile.

Uh. Huh...so the words were withdrawn like that. Whatever. At least there were no false accusations at his mentality, which wonderwice was always more than grateful for. He knew pointing was rude, but it always made communicating easier for him. He pointed to the man accross from him. "Name?"

"Yakushi Kabuto." Another bright, friendly smile. A smile he really was known for as he used it often. "And you?"

"Margera Wonderwice," Wonderwice answered. "Doctor?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. The scrubs were the thing that he was most curious about. And one-worded questions were simple.

"Not yet." Kabuto stated. "Very soon though, I hope. Well..." He smiled and brushed a hand through his prematurely gray hair. "I've yet to finish the rest of medical school and then I have to intern at least a year. Lots of work ahead. What are you going to be?"

So Kabuto was a student. That made sense to him...Wonderwice shrugged. Even as an artist, being able to talk to people was something of high importance. He just took classes he liked as a student, and it was safely assumed that when he was done with it, he'd go home. "Nothing," he answered.

"Nothing?" Kabuto asked."Do you take classes then?" How interesting. There were always a variety of attitudes with the answer 'nothing'.

"Art," he answered. Lots of art classes. No papers, no nothing. Just produced work after work. Of course...the hard part was defending the drawings that you did, and the reason that you did it. It was never fun there.

"Ah." So that was the reason for the 'nothing' perhaps. "Just...art? Nothing like consumer art or architecture or weaving or sculputre especially?" He cocked hishead to the side a bit, pushing up his glasses.

Wonderwice shook his head. He painted a lot, well, most of his classes were at least. So perhaps that would be a good answer to give. "Painting," he told Kabuto. He shifted a little in his seat, letting himself get comfortable again in the seemingly uncomfortable position.

"Ah." Kabuto said with a nod. He broke off another piece of his muffin. "To me it sounds like fun, but I expect that it is quite a bit of work as well, ne?"

Wonderwice shrugged. Work implied difficulty, boring, and tediusness. "Fun," he answered correctly. He shrugged. "Doctor. Work. Art...fun." Big difference between the two.

There was a laugh. Kabuto nodded agreeably. "Yes, yes. I am afraid that is very true. But I do enjoy what I learn and that helps."

Wonderwice nodded. Could make all the difference in a class if he was interested in it or not. If it wasn't, he'd most likely just take a dive from the window and run off or something similar. "Doctor. Fun...?" the words 'for you' were implied with a point. That was good. It was good to have a doctor who liked doing what he did.

Kabuto paused and then nodded. "Very much so." The human body was so intriguing. So strong and durable yet so frail and breakable at the same time.

Wonderwice nodded. "Good," he said. "Saw lots doctors," he said. "Hated job." The words seemed to amuse him by the short-lasting bright expression that was on his face.

"Most do I believe." Kabuto agreed. "I hope most fervently that I do not end up like that but it is possible I could." He shrugged. "A risk of the job."

It also could have just been the ones he saw that hated it. And it could have been that they just disliked that he couldn't answer questions and frustrated them to hell and back. "Frustrating." He answered, pointing to himself. "Maybe take out on me."

"That is possible. Most humans do that - a reaction to a whole different aray of emotions. But you probably realize that." Kabuto studied the boy and then leaned back in his chair. "Its not fair but it happens to us all."

Wonderwice nodded. He definitely and fullheartedly agreed with that statement. "I know. Lot more than people think know." Lacking communication skills didn't make one lose their perception.

"Its just your speech that's impaired isn't it?" Kabuto guessed. The boy certainly didn't seem to lack any mental skills - at least as far as Kabuto could tell. It would take a great deal more study to see how far Wonderwice's intelligence reached.

"Spell. Grammar. Language," Wonderwice completed. "Can read," he assured the man across from him. And he could do math and write numbers. And even do well in them, but that wasn't what the man asked.

"Grammer is highly over-rated." Kabuto assured the other. "In fact, in some countriees now there is a whole debate about how much emphasis we put on things such as grammer and phonetics." He shrugged lightly. "You do run into some grammer nazis now and again though." He grinned lightly.

Wonderwice tilted his head. The literal meanings of words went into his mind. And maybe that is why Kabuto lost him at that moment. Maybe he should have added 'slang, metaphors, and things like that' were completely lost on him. And sarcasm. But he really didn't know that. "...Spell phonetically," he said, still somewhat confused. What were grammar nazis?

Huh. Slight vacant look. Kabuto had lost the other. He was somewhat used to that and shrugged it off. "If its easier for you, then that's good." He stated easily. A pause. "...I confused you didn't I? I apologize. I tend to do that to people sometimes." A self depreciating smile.

Wonderwice nodded. "Confused easy." He told the man. "Know words. Not sentance." He clarified. Though defining them word by word made it make less sense.

Kabuto paused for a moment, running over his last few sentances.Then he smiled deeply. "You have trouble with grammer nazis? Its...a term. For people who take grammer so seriously that it is nearly ridiculous."

"...Oh," Wonderwice answered. That made sense when explained like that. "Make sense now." Or at least kind of. People like that certainly were rediculous.

Kabuto made a note to avoid slang terms when he spoke to the other and then leaned forward. "This is a rather pleasent place usually - not really very crowded normally. I come here to study quite a bit."

"Lost ended up here," Wonderwice said honestly. "Like it. No like many people." He made a mental note he'd have to get a map or something before he could get back to school. He should have kept it like Kakashi had said to.

"Lost? Where do you live?" Kabuto asked in concern. One of the emotions that was so easy to put on sincerely. It was odd.

"Katsu," Wonderwice said. That'd be the easiest way for him to answer. And if Kabuto knew the place, that was fine, if not, it didn't really matter to him. He'd find his way back soon enough. "Lost a lot." He'd end up getting distracted and follow one thing or another...

"How odd. I live there as well." Kabuto smiled again. "How about I walk with you? That way you won't get lost and I'll have some company."

"...Kay," Wonderwice answered. Little did Kabuto Wonderwice was difficult to walk with at times, and easy at times. If he was focused enough he could stay on Kabuto's heels and chase bugs but not stray. But on the worst of days, everything was entertaining. Everything else.

Kabuto nodded and smiled again, having no idea what he had just agreed too. He would learn soon enough and it would go into his little notebook, like everything else did. Another glance at the crowded cafe and Kabuto knew he would get more work done at the aparment despite the fact that Orochimaru had turned the AC up considerably. "Are you ready now or do you wish to stay longer?"

He shrugged. "Go now." He moved his legs down out of the chair and stood up. Standing up straight, he still didn't look his age despite it. He looked up at the silver-haired man, which...for a moment, the hair reminded him of Kakashi for that reason. And then his mind wondered to Yachiru and the museum and Kakashi and the puppies Yachiru told him about. His mind wondered easily.

Kabuto nodded, picked up his remaining coffee and book bag before walking towards the door and onto the sidewalk. he pushed up his glasses again and started to walk.

Wonderwice stuck close, eyes drifting around, as if he had not seen the area, although it was probably less than a half an hour since he had. Everything was interesting to him. His eyes took to the ground and he watched Kabuto's shoes, being careful not to step on his heels.

Kabuto led the way easily, as if trusting that Wonderwice would follow. He glanced at his watch and then pushed at his glasses, both common habits he had. He was aware of them, but allowed himself to indulge in them because almost every person had an unconcious habit. He glanced at Wice, behind him and smiled.

Wonderwice was careful, and whenever something would pass that interested him, he would pause, and move a little slower and watch it until he would realize that he was falling behind and pick up to his spot of watching Kabuto's heels.

Kabuto noticed and would slow a tad when he sensed that Wonderwice was not behind him. The child probably had some sort of attention disorder. Kabuto's fingers itched for his notebook - so many notes to make on this one!- but it could wait until he reached home.

"Where go to school?" he asked after a few moments of walking. He would guess Tokyo University since it was the closest, but since Kabuto was an aspiring doctor, there was all sorts of different things he could be doing, he was sure.

"Tokyo University right now. The medical program is quite good and I was very fortunate Katsu had an opening." Another smile shot at the boy. "Do you attend there as well?"

"Tokyo University," Wonderwice answered. And he was proud of that fact, too. It was a good school, and it was hard to get into. But he found standardized tests easy.

It was a good school, and had high standards. Kabuto nodded - either Wonderwice was very intelligent or he was good at testing or both perhaps. It would not surprise Kabuto - standarized testing was usually clear and to the point. More about numbers than abstract thought...although art itself required the understanding of abstract material.Kabuto's mind was working fast, catergorizing what he had learned so far about the boy.

Wonderwice blinked. "Test easy," he said. Almost sounding proud of that fact. "Learned lots. From...tutor," he searched through the words to find that one. "Made easy," he said. He retained his information well.

"Ah." So maybe the boy had an advanced memory. This was rather exciting. Kabuto was going to instantly dig into his many books to see what he could find out. Most people were pathetically ordinary.

A...butterfly passed him. And it had lots of cool colors. He was sure to keep his eyes on the silver haired man as he clasped it in his hands and then moved to catch back up to Kabuto. His tutor had never thought Wonderwice was stupid, and even credited him for being quite smart.

Kabuto glanced at the boy's cupped hands and almost paused in his steps. "What is that there?"

Wonderwice clasped the bug in his hand, being gentle as Kakashi was upset by him killing it last time. "Butterfly," he answered. "Like colors."

Kabuto did pause this time and turned. He looked at the butterfly,which only interested him in an anatomical sense. Only in the sense of knowing how it worked and how it lived...how it often died. "Yes. Very pretty." Colors meant little to Kabuto.

"...No like Chiru's hair, though," he said. He had already found one that was kind of close. He liked the pink hair. It was bright and different from everyone else on campus. And that made it good. "Have to careful," he said. "Else kill it."

"Yes. Butterflies are very delicate." In truth, Wonderwice's hands had probably already brushed the scales off the wings and the insect would die any way. But what did it matter? It was only a butterfly. "Who is 'Chiru'?"

"Chiru friend," he said. "Pink hair. Nice. Take art, too!" he was enthusiastic about that point. "Kill one once. Kashi upset. No want Kashi upset for kill them." He nodded still keeping it cupped in his hands, being ever so gentle.

"Kashi is another friend?" Kabuto guessed. Pink hair...rare enough. He would have to keep his eyes open. It would be interesting to see the sort of people that Wonderwice considered friends. Even more interesting if he could possibly witness those exchanges.

"Kashi friend. And smart!" Wonderwice nodded. "Know lots." He wounded more than confident in those words. Of course, he didn't get the big deal, still, with killing bugs, but he didn't do it because Kakashi didn't like it anymore. Or he tried hard not to.

The names "Chiru" and "kashi" were filed away - as well as the fact taht Chiru had pink hair and took art...that Kashi was apparently smart and disliked the killing of bugs. Kabuto nodded and smiled softly. "You sound very fond of them."

"I am," Wonderwice agreed. They were nice. They didn't treat him stupid. "Don't think stupid," he pointed to himself. They learned better than that, after all. And were patient when the concepts went over his head.

"You aren't." Kabuto said decidely. No...not stupid. Just different. The type of different that made Kabuto quite happy. Anamoly was interesting. Disease, disorder...those were interesting. People like Wonderwice were worth studying.

And studying him was perfectly fine. He was the object of a lot of people's studies. Kabuto wouldn't be the first, and definitely wouldn't be the last who found him to be that interesting. "No, not stupid." A third person who had found it to be true!

"People are just impatient to cover up the fact that they don't understand something." An annoying trait but one that was very common.

Wonderwice didn't find himself as complex as Kabuto seemed to think he was...or know he was. He found paintings something more complex and interesting. "Why people do that?" he wondered.

"They don't want to deal with it. Or admit they can't or won't deal with it. Most people are very self important -so, if it does not further their own interests, they will not put in the needed effort." He smiled. "It sounds like you found two people that are not like that at all."

Wonderwice nodded. "I did. I take lot effort." He knew when what he said didn't sound right, but the absent words didn't ever fill n when he talked.

"I'm sure you've been aware of that for a long time." Kabuto stated. That was the problem with having an obvious disability - people would let you know, conciously or unconciously, of how much trouble you were.

"I am," Wonderwice told him. "Hard no notice," he shrugged his shoulders, still watching Kabuto's feet as he walked periodically. "Just hard. Made tutor quit."

"Really?" Kabuto's voice was quietly sympathetic. "Do you miss him then?" He glanced at the other breifly over his own shoulder.

"No, mean," Wonderwice said. "No patient." Which he knew he was difficult, but if someone was paying you to do nothing but try and make sure the words got into his head, they should at least fake trying.

Kabuto raised an eyebrow and then nodded. "Are you glad then that he quit?" Kabuto couldn't help but be curious.

"Little." He shrugged. "Not like teach me," he said. "Pain in the ass," he pointed out. But the words amused him and it was easy to tell when he said them. "Glad quit. Not hard to teach."

Kabuto laughed at that. "Sounds like." He agreed merrily with a grin. "No, you seem like you would catch on to certain things rather quickly."

Wonderwice nodded as he took a few steps up to stand beside Kabuto, the other was taller than him, but then most people, aside from Yachiru, were. He looked at him with bright violet eyes. "You think?" he wondered. Approval was a good thing to have.

Kabuto nodded, a friendly, convincing expression on his face. "Definately!"

He leaned his head to the side. "Don't you think you are?"

"I think. Most say stupid," Wonderwice said. "When hear lots...tend to think might true." He shrugged his shoulders, clasping his hands behind his back.

"I see." An emphatic nod. "That sadly is true."

He continued to walk along, carefully watchingthe other with a casual pretence that had come from many years of watching people.

Wonderwice looked at Kabuto with a smile, and let his thumb come up and gently chewed on it for a few moments, eyes wondering around. "Know lots, though," he assured the man. So to not make him seem wrong in his thoughts on Wice.

"I believe you." Kabuto stated seriously and then paused at a crosswalk. He glanced around, a cursory view of the people about them.

Wonderwice peered up at him and smiled. "Your hair like Kashi's," he said calmly before seeing the light signalling for them to cross and hopped across the crosswalk.

"Oh?" Hm, that could be an indication that 'Kashi' was much older...or simply, somehow had an anamoly like he himself did. "I'm sure It looks better on him. Most people think I'm an old man when my back is turned." He laughed a bit.

Wonderwice wrinkled nose. "Kashi not old. You not old." He pointed to self. "Everyone think young. Very young. Not true. So not true Kabuto." He smiled a little and hopped up onto the sidewalk across the street.

Kabuto chuckled and followed. Well, that answered his question.

He watched the other move. Signs of attention issues...

Wonderwice hopped on the sidewalk, sure not to walk ahead of Kabuto at the risk of getting lost again and he didn't have a map. He looked around. "Shoulda kept map."

"You had a map? Yes, then you should have kept it. But I guess you can remember for last time!" Kabuto smiled again down at the boy.

Wonderwice nodded and shrugged. "I lost it," he muttered. "Lose lots of things." He was more than displaying his attention span issues when he was walking...it wasn't that Kabuto wasn't interesting. It was just that everything else was, too.

"Hmmm" Kabuto shrugged. "I suppose that is always a problem."

He smiled at the other again. "Most small shops will sell maps though, so as long as you have a bit of money and can see one, you should be alright."

Wonderwice nodded and thought about that. "Kay, will do next time," he said. Kabuto was smart, and had a lot of good answers for him. He smiled. "Smart," he pointed.

"No, not really." Kabuto said, bowing his head deferentially. His smile became deeper. "Thank you for saying so."

"Know lots," he insisted upon. "No instant judge. Smart," he would repeat it, too. Words were easier to use if he repeated them anyway.

"Well, thank you." Kabuto accepted the compliment this time with another bow of his head. He glanced up and pointed. "Here we are. Just a block away."

Wonderwice glanced ahead and nodded, bouncing a little on the sidewalk, watching it, making sure not to land on a crack as he did. His entire body moved as a child's did. The boredom, everything. He didn't, though, say Kabuto was nice. Because he wasn't so sure of that despite it. "Patient with me," he said. "Sankyu."

"It is no trouble. Really." Kabuto stated trying to walk a little faster as he watched Wonderwice's attention start to wander.

He wasn't going to chase after the boy if he got bored after all.

"Lots trouble," Wonderwice looked amused as he bounced back to Kabuto. "Behaving best now."

"You are doing very well." Kabuto's voice was sincere. He glanced up again, towards the aparment and then paused when they finally reached it, opening the door to the lobby for them both.

Wonderwice's eyes brightened when he looked at Kabuto and he moved inside. "Sankyu," he muttered, fake shyness. He turned and looked at Kabuto. "Sankyu for show way back!"

"No trouble." Kabuto insisted again."Try to be more careful next time, ne?" He bowed slightly. "It was nice to meet you Wonderwice-san!"

Wonderwice lifted his hand. More careful? Had he not been? he let the thought quickly disappear as he moved to take the steps up to the second floor. "You too, Kabuto."

The young man watched Wonderwice go up the stairs before moving to the elevator and pressing the button.

Interesting child. Very interesting...