Anonymous said:They’re brown, anon.
Just because I’m not on much doesn’t mean I’m abandoning him :) And for those interested my new blog is for Supernatural. It’s an OC of mine that I’ve been writing on for a while. Here’s the link to the blog. YOU CAN SEND ME NOTES HERE TOO! ESPECIALLY IF IT HAS TO DO WITH NEW RPS OR TELLING ME I NEED TO REPLY! I won’t follow you on her though, I’m trying to keep that dash SPN only. But I will answer messages from you, promise. I still love you guys!
And also, don’t worry. Ryou and Akefia’s wedding is still on for Halloween :D I will be around.
Now here’s the link for the new blog :D http://www.gin-ryu.tumblr.com
Mariku watched him, he stared at the shirt being offered just in-front of him. “ah.. thanks” He whispered, his fingers scratched on the blood stained hem of his shirt as he removed the shirt from his body, throwing it on the floor as he took Ryou’s shirt. The Blonde sniffed the fabric before wearing it on “Smells like vanilla” He commented slightly, a smile on his lips acting as if nothing had happened before.
He picked up the dirty shirt from the floor and walked across the hall to the wash room, pulling out the stain remover. “It’s my detergent.” He sprayed the blood with the remover, trying to ignore the fact that he was, once again, cleaning blood off of clothes.
“It’s surprising, I never knew detergents had a variety of fragrances. The one Marik uses often just smells like an ordinary soap” Mariku followed him, hands resting on the nape of his neck as he leaned by the door. “You don’t really have to bother with removing the stains, heck half of my clothes are tainted in them. Society these days are too oblivious to notice, they all assume it’s some kind of design or something”
Ryou shook his head, tossing it into the wash and starting the machine. “It’s the smell, never goes away.” He looked over at Mariku then away again, unsure of how to bring up the subject of what he saw in the alley. Instead he just walked back to the kitchen and put on some hot water. He needed tea.
“Finally!” he grinned and stood up quickly. He stretched a little and looked back at Ryou with a small, slightly nervous, smile.He smiled a bit at Ryou and kissed his cheek in return.
Ryou smiled and nuzzled into Akefia’s neck, looking up when the nurse called their number.
He chuckled, standing with him and took his hand. “Don’t worry, ok? Come on.”
Castiel’s voice surprised him, not because it was deep, but because it was so devoid of emotion. Ryou furrowed his eyebrows but nodded. He started to thank him, but the class restarted.
He pulled out the recorder that the principal had given him and pressed the button to start it. He would re-listen to it at home, then record his responses for the homework given. The system here was definitely more convenient than it was at his last school.
When he heard the bell ring he quickly pressed the stop button on the recorder and pulled his cane out of the aisle so that the people he knew were behind him could get past. He felt someone staring at him and heard his new guide ask if he was ready.
“Yeah, just a second.” He replied with a nod as he put the recorder back in his bag and stood, pulling his schedule out of his pocket and unfolding it. Running his fingers over the braille he said, “My next class is Science, room 412.”
He heard Castiel start to say something when a different voice spoke up. “I guess freaks attract huh?” He turned slightly towards the voice, instinctively expecting that they were referring to him and… Castiel as well? Could it be that he was an outcast too? He heard laughter from the same direction as the comment had come from, and smiled slightly. “Obviously those with no imagination attract too.”
Usually he’d ignore it, usually he’d just take whenever the people around him dished out. Because that was the Godly thing to do. That’s what his brothers, and early guardians had told him was best in these kinds of ‘situations’. He’d always been skeptical, always wanted or had something to say back, and it was like an itch he could never scratch - until he heard his companion say something. Something that, under any other circumstance, he’d laugh. Any other given day that is.
He didn’t know what to say, and when he saw the look on their faces. He’s frozen. Guess that was the first time anyone actually stuck up for themselves. Curious, he looked at his ward with a blink of electric blue eyes. “It is better to be more passive, when it comes to those… less spiritually fortunate.” He said barely over a whisper.
He smiled when there was no response from the ones who’d been laughing. He’d had to deal with people teasing him even before he was blind. Everything about him from his white hair to his habits had been an open door to bullies. His mother’d always told him to never react physically, but to feel free to show them up with his wits. So he had, and many a bully was discouraged from messing with him after that. He heard his guide’s comment and softly chuckled.
“Whether or not someone is spiritually fortunate isn’t for us to decide though. And there’s nothing wrong with standing up for oneself.”
Mariku’s eyes flared open as his sweat tickled down his skin, his mind had created the perfect nightmare one that surely woke him up. He rubbed his heavy eyes shocked to see his bloodied shirt, although he already had a huge guess on the story behind it. The place seemed to be resemble the atmosphere, he must have still been residing over at Ryou’s place. The Egyptian walked across the hall searching for the two boys, until his eyes wandered into Ryou’s room, spotting them both curled next to each other under the sheets.
Ryou heard the footsteps and sat up slightly. When he saw Mariku enter the doorway he suddenly remembered what he’d seen in the alley. Swallowing he looked down then carefully crawled around Marik so he didn’t wake him and got his largest shirt out of his closet. “Here… I can clean your shirt…”
Mariku watched him, he stared at the shirt being offered just in-front of him. “ah.. thanks” He whispered, his fingers scratched on the blood stained hem of his shirt as he removed the shirt from his body, throwing it on the floor as he took Ryou’s shirt. The Blonde sniffed the fabric before wearing it on “Smells like vanilla” He commented slightly, a smile on his lips acting as if nothing had happened before.
He picked up the dirty shirt from the floor and walked across the hall to the wash room, pulling out the stain remover. “It’s my detergent.” He sprayed the blood with the remover, trying to ignore the fact that he was, once again, cleaning blood off of clothes.
Malik heard the sigh and dug his hands into his pockets, he let out his own sigh before looking at Ryou. “Yeah, we’re here, we made it,” he spoke, walking up the steps to the library and opened the door for Ryou.
Ryou followed Malik up the steps and through the door when he heard Malik opening it. He entered the library, smiling as the smell of books entered his nose. “Thanks for walking with me Malik. I know my way from here.”
He smiled a bit at Ryou and kissed his cheek in return.
Ryou smiled and nuzzled into Akefia’s neck, looking up when the nurse called their number.
Ryou’s sensitive ears picked up on the last part and he smiled. “Glad I’m a bright point. And I wouldn’t worry about the bullies, they get bored pretty quick.”
Malik blushed a bit and smiled softly, looking around the city a bit. “I’m glad as well. I hope they do get bored otherwise it’s gonna cause too many problems.”
“Hey, the best way to ignore them is to go where they wouldn’t go unless they absolutely have to, the library.” Ryou smiled. He’d often found solace in the schools library and would be there now except that it didn’t have the book he needed.
“True, but sometimes to make them stop is to give them a taste of their own medicine. I’m not going to let myself be pushed around by a bunch of punks. I don’t need to deal with that anymore.” Malik spoke with a slight bitter tone to his words before looking up and saw the library.
Ryou shook his head sighing. He didn’t like conflict, never had. Which is why he normally took to hiding out. But he couldn’t change what wouldn’t change, and Mal seemed like that kind of person. “Are we here?”
Marik’s sleep was deep, he had been so tired and overworked the past few days that he even forgot the meaning of a good nights rest. His fingers pressed on the fabric of the blanket as he moved closer, not realising how he invaded Ryou’s personal space.
Ryou liked the closeness between him and Marik and as the other moved closer he did as well. Closing his eyes he attempted to drift back to sleep, his arm slightly moving around Marik’s waist while his head rested on the other boy’s shoulder.
Mariku’s eyes flared open as his sweat tickled down his skin, his mind had created the perfect nightmare one that surely woke him up. He rubbed his heavy eyes shocked to see his bloodied shirt, although he already had a huge guess on the story behind it. The place seemed to be resemble the atmosphere, he must have still been residing over at Ryou’s place. The Egyptian walked across the hall searching for the two boys, until his eyes wandered into Ryou’s room, spotting them both curled next to each other under the sheets.
Ryou heard the footsteps and sat up slightly. When he saw Mariku enter the doorway he suddenly remembered what he’d seen in the alley. Swallowing he looked down then carefully crawled around Marik so he didn’t wake him and got his largest shirt out of his closet. “Here… I can clean your shirt…”