Dream ☁ 06
Warnings: Dream!life-head!canon~? Also since Tokito is a name that Kubota gave him, he'll be going by his real name Ushio Minoru. Feel free to call him Tokito but he'll stare at you like you're insane =|
running, running, running
The rhythmical pounding of bare feet against dirt sending up minuscule plumes of dust and stones echoes up through short, childish legs. Wind through hair and the spray of a sprinkler falling soft against cheeks and arms and the barest hint through cotton shirts before soft strands of grass muffle steps and laughter overwhelms everything, the sensation of getting swept up through the air.
Limbs flailing as wind rushes past as he falls faster and faster and it's panic that gathers in his chest now rising before it clogs his throat and pulls at his vocal cords and -
- the splash of water as he plunges down, down, down into darkness that doesn't seem to want to end. Darkness and night and nothing he can see -
The lights turn on.
"Onii-chan~!"
He groans as he rubs at his eyes - a dream about that again - before the six year old pounces onto him. A grunt. "A~ki~to~" he whines, tumbling Akito to the ground as he sits up. "Jeez, I was sleeping!"
Akito laughs, resting his chin on the edge of the bed. "Onii-chan was taking too long to wake up, so I woke onii-chan up for him!"
It's hard to be mad at someone when that someone has a face and a smile that can light up a room, out rivaling even the brightest angel's grin. So he doesn't get mad. Instead, he rolls out of bed, dragging the blankets with him - which means dumping the blankets on top of the child's head.
Muffled laughter as limbs flail before a tousled head of black hair finally pokes out through the pile. "Onii-chan's mean~" Akito whines, laughing as his already mussed up hair gets ruffled even more thoroughly. "Ah, Ken-nii is still sleeping! Onii-chan, let's go draw funny things on his face again!"
"Alright~" He didn't mind, if that was what Akito wanted. The two tip-toed carefully down the hall to their brother's room, Akito pushing wide the cracked open door. A look passes between them and it's all they can do to not burst out in giggles as he adds a curly mustache on one side of Ken's face while Akito doodles on Ken's forehead -
- as it turns out, six year olds can only hold in their laughter for so long.
A moment, and he scoops Akito into his arms and they dash out the hall, Ken on their heels.
"Hehe, Ken-nii looks funny, onii-chan!"
"Stop squirming around! I'm gonna drop you!"
"Get back here!"
"Stop running!"
He only runs harder, the rhythmical pounding of bare feet against rough concrete sending up pebbles that scatter behind him and shocks that jolt up through bone far too long unused to such battery. Wind through hair and ocean spray against face, salt stinging harshly against abraded skin.
Tiny jagged edges like a serrated knife tear against the bottom of his feet - the shouts continue behind him but already they are far behind and all he feels is the dampness of the water and the rush of air as he falls.
[He wakes up with sweat coursing down his face as pain lances through the right hand hidden under a black leather glove. Again. Again.]
[[ooc: so lately I've been having the hardest time remembering anything. Including tags. IN OTHER WORDS if I seem to have forgotten about a tag I PROBABLY HAVE and please uh, ping me on AIM or email or PM or something sdfjsdkfjdsf. And yeah, he'll be responding only to Minoru or Ushio andddd idk he works part-time at a convenience store or something SO FEEL FREE TO USE THAT.]]
running, running, running
The rhythmical pounding of bare feet against dirt sending up minuscule plumes of dust and stones echoes up through short, childish legs. Wind through hair and the spray of a sprinkler falling soft against cheeks and arms and the barest hint through cotton shirts before soft strands of grass muffle steps and laughter overwhelms everything, the sensation of getting swept up through the air.
Limbs flailing as wind rushes past as he falls faster and faster and it's panic that gathers in his chest now rising before it clogs his throat and pulls at his vocal cords and -
- the splash of water as he plunges down, down, down into darkness that doesn't seem to want to end. Darkness and night and nothing he can see -
The lights turn on.
"Onii-chan~!"
He groans as he rubs at his eyes - a dream about that again - before the six year old pounces onto him. A grunt. "A~ki~to~" he whines, tumbling Akito to the ground as he sits up. "Jeez, I was sleeping!"
Akito laughs, resting his chin on the edge of the bed. "Onii-chan was taking too long to wake up, so I woke onii-chan up for him!"
It's hard to be mad at someone when that someone has a face and a smile that can light up a room, out rivaling even the brightest angel's grin. So he doesn't get mad. Instead, he rolls out of bed, dragging the blankets with him - which means dumping the blankets on top of the child's head.
Muffled laughter as limbs flail before a tousled head of black hair finally pokes out through the pile. "Onii-chan's mean~" Akito whines, laughing as his already mussed up hair gets ruffled even more thoroughly. "Ah, Ken-nii is still sleeping! Onii-chan, let's go draw funny things on his face again!"
"Alright~" He didn't mind, if that was what Akito wanted. The two tip-toed carefully down the hall to their brother's room, Akito pushing wide the cracked open door. A look passes between them and it's all they can do to not burst out in giggles as he adds a curly mustache on one side of Ken's face while Akito doodles on Ken's forehead -
- as it turns out, six year olds can only hold in their laughter for so long.
A moment, and he scoops Akito into his arms and they dash out the hall, Ken on their heels.
"Hehe, Ken-nii looks funny, onii-chan!"
"Stop squirming around! I'm gonna drop you!"
"Get back here!"
"Stop running!"
He only runs harder, the rhythmical pounding of bare feet against rough concrete sending up pebbles that scatter behind him and shocks that jolt up through bone far too long unused to such battery. Wind through hair and ocean spray against face, salt stinging harshly against abraded skin.
Tiny jagged edges like a serrated knife tear against the bottom of his feet - the shouts continue behind him but already they are far behind and all he feels is the dampness of the water and the rush of air as he falls.
[He wakes up with sweat coursing down his face as pain lances through the right hand hidden under a black leather glove. Again. Again.]
[[ooc: so lately I've been having the hardest time remembering anything. Including tags. IN OTHER WORDS if I seem to have forgotten about a tag I PROBABLY HAVE and please uh, ping me on AIM or email or PM or something sdfjsdkfjdsf. And yeah, he'll be responding only to Minoru or Ushio andddd idk he works part-time at a convenience store or something SO FEEL FREE TO USE THAT.]]