eternity » of dandelions
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notes: ...boy-love. >_____>;;
The two leaders stood at the very center of the classroom, each glaring daggers at the other, fists raised. Takahashi Icarus, the hothead, versus Song Shuichi, the cold-blooded. It had been quite a simple argument, actually…as arguments are wont to begin.
“A dandelion is a weed,” Shuichi said for the tenth time, “How is it supposed to be a flower?”
“Because it is a flower!” Icarus roared, “Ieople call them dandelion flowers, Song! Accept it! You and your big head are both wrong!”
Shuichi had not been wrong since age ten.
He did not like being wrong.
So he decided to get some people on his side. “Oi, Yamada,” he called smoothly, and a girl turned her head, green eyes betraying a personality almost as hotheaded as Icarus’s. This was Yamada Megumi, Yamada Shin’s younger sister-a female that almost every man feared.
“What do you want?” she asked rudely, stalking over to glare at the two rivals.
“Dandelions,” Shuichi replied coolly.
“What about them?” she snapped, annoyed-her current boyfriend was waiting, a boy Shin didn’t like. She cycled through boys almost-almost-as fast her brother did. Through girls, though. Although people did whisper that one day he would run out of them and turn to the male specimen.
“Are they weeds or flowers?”
“Weeds,” she ground out, stalking out of the classroom as Shuichi turned, arrogantly smug, to face a glowering Icarus.
“Yamada’s neutral territory, cheater,” Icarus protested.
“What?”
“Yamada’s friends with my Yume. They’re neutral,” Icarus said hotly, advancing on Shuichi.
“We didn’t establish that,” Shuichi said, still arrogant. As a matter of fact, Gumi was neutral. Her best friend, Ito Yume, was Icarus’s girl. How the two were friends was a mystery in itself.
Yume, fresh, innocent, pretty, walked in to meet Icarus, and was greeted by a bunch of yellow-orange dandelions. She looked from the dandelions to Icarus to Shuichi, and said uncertainly, “Thank you for the flowers, Icarus?”
Icarus turned to Shuichi triumphantly, who swung a first into his face. Yume took this to be the cue to leave, as Shuichi said, “Yume’s neutral too! Hypocrite!”
“Well, it’s only fair that I cheat after you cheat!”
And the fighting quickly became so violent that everyone remaining in the classroom quickly evacuated themselves, preferring to come back the next morning in one whole, unbroken piece.
“You fight like a girl,” Icarus scoffed as he got up, bleeding from a cut very close to his eye. It made him look like his eye was bleeding.
“You fight worse than the girl,” Shuichi replied, wiping his bloody mouth.
“I’m…tired,” Icarus finally moaned, face down on the floor, hands twitching feebly as he tried to curl up his fingers back into fists. Not too far away, Shuichi was trying to figure out where he was bleeding. It seemed to be a lot of places. After a while he gave up.
“Is your eye okay?” he asked, pulling Icarus up and stuffing him unceremoniously onto a chair, leaning him against the wall.
“It’s been better,” Icarus winced as Shuichi lifted his face by pulling his hair back, “What in-what are you doing?”
“Wondering if I broke your eye,” Shuichi said sarcastically, wiping away blood with his sleeve. “It looks lovely.”
“And…why are you helping me?” Icarus asked.
“I’ve been blinded before. Shut up. don’t move,” Shuichi wiped away more blood, jerked Icarus’s head this way and that, peering into a cerulean-colored eye, “They’re blue.”
“No, they’re purple,” it was Icarus’s turn to be sarcastic.
“I said shut up,” Shu repeated testily. A few minutes later, he moved his head back and massaged the back of his neck. Icarus then remembered that Shuichi’s father was an eye doctor. “Well, your eye’s okay.”
“…thanks.”
A moment’s pause. Icarus thought he imagined Shuichi’s thumb ghosting over his cheekbone. He thought he imagined, for less than a millisecond, a pressure on his mouth. He also thought he heard a wild cackle from the door, but h knew that he did not hallucinate Shuichi’s smile as the leader walked out of the room. He frowned, licking his lips.
Hmm.
Next day, pictures of him and Shuichi were taped all over the school. And while he prowled around the classroom, looking for the culprit, he heard a mad cackle from the direction of Yamada Megumi.
notes: ...boy-love. >_____>;;
The two leaders stood at the very center of the classroom, each glaring daggers at the other, fists raised. Takahashi Icarus, the hothead, versus Song Shuichi, the cold-blooded. It had been quite a simple argument, actually…as arguments are wont to begin.
“A dandelion is a weed,” Shuichi said for the tenth time, “How is it supposed to be a flower?”
“Because it is a flower!” Icarus roared, “Ieople call them dandelion flowers, Song! Accept it! You and your big head are both wrong!”
Shuichi had not been wrong since age ten.
He did not like being wrong.
So he decided to get some people on his side. “Oi, Yamada,” he called smoothly, and a girl turned her head, green eyes betraying a personality almost as hotheaded as Icarus’s. This was Yamada Megumi, Yamada Shin’s younger sister-a female that almost every man feared.
“What do you want?” she asked rudely, stalking over to glare at the two rivals.
“Dandelions,” Shuichi replied coolly.
“What about them?” she snapped, annoyed-her current boyfriend was waiting, a boy Shin didn’t like. She cycled through boys almost-almost-as fast her brother did. Through girls, though. Although people did whisper that one day he would run out of them and turn to the male specimen.
“Are they weeds or flowers?”
“Weeds,” she ground out, stalking out of the classroom as Shuichi turned, arrogantly smug, to face a glowering Icarus.
“Yamada’s neutral territory, cheater,” Icarus protested.
“What?”
“Yamada’s friends with my Yume. They’re neutral,” Icarus said hotly, advancing on Shuichi.
“We didn’t establish that,” Shuichi said, still arrogant. As a matter of fact, Gumi was neutral. Her best friend, Ito Yume, was Icarus’s girl. How the two were friends was a mystery in itself.
Yume, fresh, innocent, pretty, walked in to meet Icarus, and was greeted by a bunch of yellow-orange dandelions. She looked from the dandelions to Icarus to Shuichi, and said uncertainly, “Thank you for the flowers, Icarus?”
Icarus turned to Shuichi triumphantly, who swung a first into his face. Yume took this to be the cue to leave, as Shuichi said, “Yume’s neutral too! Hypocrite!”
“Well, it’s only fair that I cheat after you cheat!”
And the fighting quickly became so violent that everyone remaining in the classroom quickly evacuated themselves, preferring to come back the next morning in one whole, unbroken piece.
“You fight like a girl,” Icarus scoffed as he got up, bleeding from a cut very close to his eye. It made him look like his eye was bleeding.
“You fight worse than the girl,” Shuichi replied, wiping his bloody mouth.
“I’m…tired,” Icarus finally moaned, face down on the floor, hands twitching feebly as he tried to curl up his fingers back into fists. Not too far away, Shuichi was trying to figure out where he was bleeding. It seemed to be a lot of places. After a while he gave up.
“Is your eye okay?” he asked, pulling Icarus up and stuffing him unceremoniously onto a chair, leaning him against the wall.
“It’s been better,” Icarus winced as Shuichi lifted his face by pulling his hair back, “What in-what are you doing?”
“Wondering if I broke your eye,” Shuichi said sarcastically, wiping away blood with his sleeve. “It looks lovely.”
“And…why are you helping me?” Icarus asked.
“I’ve been blinded before. Shut up. don’t move,” Shuichi wiped away more blood, jerked Icarus’s head this way and that, peering into a cerulean-colored eye, “They’re blue.”
“No, they’re purple,” it was Icarus’s turn to be sarcastic.
“I said shut up,” Shu repeated testily. A few minutes later, he moved his head back and massaged the back of his neck. Icarus then remembered that Shuichi’s father was an eye doctor. “Well, your eye’s okay.”
“…thanks.”
A moment’s pause. Icarus thought he imagined Shuichi’s thumb ghosting over his cheekbone. He thought he imagined, for less than a millisecond, a pressure on his mouth. He also thought he heard a wild cackle from the door, but h knew that he did not hallucinate Shuichi’s smile as the leader walked out of the room. He frowned, licking his lips.
Hmm.
Next day, pictures of him and Shuichi were taped all over the school. And while he prowled around the classroom, looking for the culprit, he heard a mad cackle from the direction of Yamada Megumi.