Dark skies settle brightly ((Itsuki, Open))

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Dark skies settle brightly ((Itsuki, Open)) Mar 3, 2013 21:01:34 GMT -5

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Post by Mika Chirou on Mar 3, 2013 21:01:34 GMT -5

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Mika sighed, ending the call with her mother. Once again, she was left pissed off and cranky because of that woman. Rubbing the bridge of her nose in a frustrated and tired manner, she then put her headphones in and decided to blare some music. That always helped ease her worries and frustration. Her mom had wanted her to come back home. For what? America held nothing for her. Her future was here in Japan. She had already met her other half, so what was the use leaving now? She sighed, irritated, and swallowed a few curses. She usually wasn't so grumpy, or depressed, but her mom always knew what buttons to press to knock her off her feet.

Snapping out of her foul mood, she realized she had almost forgotten what she had come out here for. She had wanted to surprise Kaitou with a little gift. She grew a small, fond smile on her face. He made her laugh, he was just so cranky and coarse, one couldn't help but giggle while having a complete sarcastic conversation back and forth. The thoughts eased her troubled mind. She turned off her music, and decided to start looking around for something that might fit him. She kind of wanted to mess with him a little, so she decided to get him two gifts, one as a joke and one she meant seriously. Scratching her head, she couldn't quite think of what he really liked. She knew he liked privacy, and food. But she also thought that he secretly liked her being nice to him. Shrugging, she decided to have fun with this. It was a rare chance to actually shop for fun things.

She stopped at a boutique, which was filled with awkward girly things that didn't really fit her. She stopped at a section of phone charms, peering at them. She giggled as she picked up a cute grumpy looking cat. She decided she would get it for him, to match his other gifts. He was her stray cat after all. Well, that's how she liked to put it anyway. She picked out a matching awkward looking cat for herself and made her way up to the counter to pay for her purchases. The girl at the counter giggled while she rung up the charms, and Mika just smiled friendly at her. Getting her bag back after paying for the charms, she turned as she heard the entrance bell jingle. A blond boy came in, and Mika nodded at him, with a small smile on her face. "Hi~ This place has some cute stuff. I think it will fit you a lot more than it will me." She giggled softly, pushing her bangs from her face.
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Dark skies settle brightly ((Itsuki, Open)) Mar 4, 2013 7:44:44 GMT -5

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I think of you...
[style=font: italic normal 9px helvetica; color: #666699; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.4em #c2a5a0]And that alone is enough

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it definitely will...

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He didn't get himself nowadays, he was rather lively and moved around a lot yet he knew he had no money with him to spend, it was sad cause he could barely make his own. Well, he had his ways of getting money, in school, hehe... Yep, he did. No, no, no it's not good at all, were those because of his problems too or...? No, it was simply trying to get money. People in Tokyo don't seem to be nice anymore as they used to be. They didn't care for Itsuki, as he didn't care for them in return. The world was cruel to him, why should he be nice to it?

No, he was too nice for that. He was too nice for that crap. His eyes looked around, more families to mock him. What the hell, why does he always feel like this? Like a piece of him is missing? Every time he sees people, families specifically consisting of a child and their mother and father happy together. Nothing seems happy to him. His father hated his guts, and he will even more when he figures out his stunning secret. And what may come out of that? Horrible things, he hated people like that, it ran in the family actually, that's the bad thing. He screws up with words or actions, he'll find himself disowned that is if the word gets out to everyone else.

The black eye on his face was evident to many others and they made multiple assumptions not even near the word 'Abuse', 'Hatred', 'Misery'. If anyone asked he agreed to himself to say, he just ran into a pole. Man this black eye was badder than he first thought, it's been there for two days now. He should just ignore it and try and go along with it, there was nothing he could do, absolutely nothing anyway. He whimpered slightly at the growling stomach of his once more, it was not settling with whatever was inside of him right now. But it was worth it, worth the money, to him that is. He looked around. A boutique... He probably won't buy anything cause he only has just enough for something to eat that he'll actually like, maybe he'll look around. He didn't have any plush toys or stuffed animals to comfort him but he knew food was more important. In his case actually, maybe a stuffed animal was more important cause it'll calm his nerves and problems.

The bell rung out to signal his arrival within the boutique, the boy's extremely sensitive ears folding down to his head and him flinching with a concerned expression on his face. Yet after registering the sound he realized that it was only the bell at the perch atop the door and proceeded inside closing the door behind him, looking around at all the things there were to see. Cute thing, and shiny objects, this place seemed heavenly, but he knew he couldn't buy anything. He only had enough to get him something to eat, since his father always bought things he didn't like. That man neglected him so much... He doubts he knows his real age or birthday.

Immediately he was greeted by a woman whom seemed to be in a fine mood, she greeted him politely and said that the things here may fit him more, cute...? Was that perhaps a comment? He couldn't tell really, he was used to being called name being beaten and receiving rarely and comments but profanities and phrases that'd put him down. He just nodded, his sparkling cobalt eyes looking around the store curiously and cautiously yet it seemed so cute the way he did it. His ears twitched to every sudden sound he heard, acknowledging it and then those bluish eyes fixated on the woman to respond in a low, premature tone that didn't sound really like someone his age, it was weird. This boy had a feminine voice.

"I-I... Uhm... Yeah, I don't have enough money for something here..."

His back pressed against the glass door softly, uncomfortable but he couldn't let that disturb him, plus it was just a nice woman, he just needs to realize this and keep it in mind, but what if she hurts him the same way his father is currently? Beating the sense out of him... His eyes glowed when he saw some stuffed animals on a shelf, most of them being of cute looking cats, one with that cute cheeky expression caught his eye and he smiled slightly at it, smiling he didn't do often. But his smile faltered knowing he couldn't get it, and he turned towards the door.

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Dark skies settle brightly ((Itsuki, Open)) Mar 4, 2013 19:36:58 GMT -5

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Post by Mika Chirou on Mar 4, 2013 19:36:58 GMT -5

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Mika looked closely at the boy, taking into account his black eye. He didn't seem the sort to be getting into fights, and the way he carried himself seemed to be that of someone being bullied. She knew the feeling all too well. Life wasn't easy for the kind folk. Her ears straightened as she looked at him, her tail wagging slightly in curiosity. She wanted to help him but she doubted that he would want a stranger digging into his privacy. Well she would do what she could, she wasn't in a big rush for anything. Her life was more of a flow with the motions, then to actually set and schedule plans. She ruffled her bangs slightly, smiling at the boy. She patted his head gently, ruffling his hair slightly. "Don't have enough, huh? Well, it would be a waste if you came here and didn't get anything for the trek, now wouldn't it?" Her American accent stood out slightly as she talked.

She followed his eyes to a cute stuffed animal on the shelf, she smiled, picking it off the shelf. "Is this to your liking? Hm, I can get it for you if you want. It will be a little present from me. My name's Mika by the way." She said with a grin, holding her hand out for a shake. "You have quite the shiner there," She pointed to his eye. "If you put some ice on it, it should help. I don't stand for that bullying crap, if you need some help, I can help ya out, even if it's just a place of solace, I can provide it. I'm from America, so I don't really have any friends. If ya want, we could be friends. You can keep me company and I can knock out anyone who thinks they can lay a hand on ya. I got one helluva right hook." She grinned, flexing her muscles in a silly manner.

She knew she was weird, it always unsettled people as soon as she opened her mouth. Once she got excited about something, she found it hard to control her thoughts, so she just said whatever came to mind. She didn't care that people thought she was rash, and even at times, annoying. As long as she could make those frowns turn upside down, that was all that really mattered to her. This boy clearly was very sad, and the first thing on her check list was to at least see a little smile on his face. It was a waste seeing such a cute boy look so sad.
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Dark skies settle brightly ((Itsuki, Open)) Mar 4, 2013 20:32:10 GMT -5

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Post by itsuki on Mar 4, 2013 20:32:10 GMT -5

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I think of you...
[style=font: italic normal 9px helvetica; color: #666699; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.4em #c2a5a0]And that alone is enough

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[style=font: italic normal bold 26px/18px comicsansms; color: #336699; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.6em #a5bbc4; text-align: right]To make the tears start to flow now
[style=font: italic normal 9px helvetica; color: #666699; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.4em #c2a5a0; text-align: right]My distant voice can't reach you now, but so that someday
it definitely will...

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The woman approached him further and continued to talk to him, obviously her intentions were to start up a conversation and by the sound of it, befriend him as well. But he's been treated so badly he has little trust for anyone, he's still looking for arms to take him and comfort him. It might be a little while before that'd happen though, which disappointed him. For all he knew, it may never happen. He averted the gaze of his towards the woman once more when she began to continue the conversation starting with the money problem. It sounded almost teasing to him but that could just be him, his feelings just making stupid assumptions. No one can tease someone like him, with a frown on their face with some black and blue.

He was already unhappy yet what would make him happy is if he would be able to have that stuffed animal. He looked won at his feet and rose his left foot to curl his leg around the other, tapping at the ground with his toe and holding his hands behind his back. However, there was a large change of expression or mood of the boy when he heard the offering to purchase the item for him, and his head rose to meet the woman's eyes, his own eyes sparkling with shock yet happiness starting to grow in them. Purchase it for him...? He wasn't used to such, no one did that for him. But at the same time he felt like a bother or, or... or guilty that this person is going to spend their own money on him. He felt so guilty about it and he didn't know why he always got like this. His ears twitched at the touch of his head and he flinched fearfully but seemed to push his head into the woman's hand when his head was ruffled.

"I-I'm Itsuki... You don't have to if y-you don't want to..."

He introduced and admitted, but it was obvious he was feeling guilty about having someone else buy it for him. He was afraid of other people buying stuff for him cause if that'd happen sometimes he'd mysteriously find it in a different part of the house, broken or ripped up, teared or beaten. It's obvious who that may be. Speaking of that person, the topic of the convo moved to his eye, his black eye to be exact. He seemed to let out a slight whimper of distress when it got to that, and he touched his eye once more. He wished there was something to mask it. He wasn't being bullied, well he was but just wasn't hurt physically. But he decided to go with it and nod slightly, with a small smile coming up as he was actually starting to trust this person, about 1% at least. It was hard for him to trust people because of what he's been through, complete torture.

'I-I ran into a pole, that's all..."

Lies. No one hurt him physically, or so it seemed. No one did, the only one that did and inflicted every single injury, physical or not, on him... The guilty one is his very own father, that son of a bitch did all of this to him and oh it was going to get worse. And Itsuki wasn't planning on admitting anything anytime soon, sadly, he couldn't. But he did give a half smile at the silly talk of this individual.

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Dark skies settle brightly ((Itsuki, Open)) Mar 12, 2013 22:05:35 GMT -5

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Post by Mika Chirou on Mar 12, 2013 22:05:35 GMT -5

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Mika grew a smile at the look on the boys face. He looked... so happy compared to how glum he looked before. He even had a sparkle in his eyes, yet it was gone in a flash. While ruffling the boys hair, she felt him flinch. If that black eye weren't from the bullies at school, he was probably being abused at home. Poor boy. She had known others in the same predicament as well. You would think that parents would cherish children, not punish them for something they can't help. The thought just really pissed her off.

"That's a very nice name you got there. Of course I'm going to buy it for you, I said I would, didn't I? I never break my promises." She gave the boy a friendly wink and headed for the cash register. She smiled at the cashier and after she was done, walked back to the boy. She handed him the cute toy and waited for his reaction. She could tell he felt guilty, and that she had hit a sore spot when she pried. "Sorry about prying Itsuki-chan. Hmn. I'm out alone on the town today, and it's about lunch time. How bout I cover that bruise up real nice and we head out and get some food? Don't worry. I'm not a creep." She grinned shamelessly, trying to put the boy at ease.

She had been hit before, and she knew it was a blatant lie. You don't bruise your eye from a pole. The thought that someone would actually put their hands on a cute little kid like this pissed her off. Her hands tightened out of reflex. She was so glad that the person who did this wasn't around. She would've one hit k.o'ed so bad.
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Dark skies settle brightly ((Itsuki, Open)) Mar 13, 2013 14:34:55 GMT -5

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I think of you...
[style=font: italic normal 9px helvetica; color: #666699; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.4em #c2a5a0]And that alone is enough

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[style=font: italic normal bold 26px/18px comicsansms; color: #336699; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.6em #a5bbc4; text-align: right]To make the tears start to flow now
[style=font: italic normal 9px helvetica; color: #666699; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.4em #c2a5a0; text-align: right]My distant voice can't reach you now, but so that someday
it definitely will...

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He now knew this person wasn't out to hurt him, nor did she have any scent, aura, nor feeling about her that seemed a bit threatening but he couldn't help it, he was just like this however at the same time he trusted this female, he gifted her with his trust and he hoped that she wouldn't abuse or take advantage of that trust. Really, the reason that he trusted her quickly was because of her personality and generous offer along with the main fact that she was a girl, a female. If it was a male the trust process would be slightly longer because of it being his father that be doing these things to him, such horrible things that could get worse any day.

He admired how she complemented him on his name, now that ya mention it he loves his name, very much. He loved how his first name sounded and how his last name meant literally in English translation, 'Angel', which he was indeed an angel but in this situation he was a mighty abused angel, a sad one at that. When she mentioned keeping her word on getting him the comfortable, fine textured plush toy he felt so happy and warm inside. This person was indeed a nice, nonthreatening individual. She wasn't one of the people to make cruel jokes like treating another or getting them something, and then not doing it. But the more he felt like this, the more guilt he felt from having another do this for him.

"O-Oh..."

But he had to realize that this person was doing it for him and if she didn't want to or did not feel like doing such, she wouldn't have bought it for him. He watched as she took the item and took it to the counter to get it paid for, and after she was finished she returned to him and gently held it out to him. He slowly held his arms out to take the stuffed animal in his arms, and hold it close. It felt so soft and warm and comfortable, it was comforting him. He couldn't help but let out a soft purr and his tail swaying in a gentle manner. He felt so happy and joyful at that moment.

"T-... Thank you so much!"

He said enthusiastically, smiling ever so warmly like he hasn't in probably, months, maybe more. He didn't think this was possible or reality but it was, someone was finally nice enough to do such kind things for him. It really cheered him up out of his upset and depressed mood that he'll probably never be able to escape, now he has... But how long will it take for it to capture him once more in it's gloomy grip?

"I'd love to... Mhm sounds great. I don't mind."

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