Sit Back, Relax, Stay Awhile [OPEN]

[AKIHARA YASUO]

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[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 3px solid #b1b198; border-right: 3px solid #b1b198;][bg=7b3636][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top] [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left:3px; background-image: url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc399/EurekaRuby/toma%20icons/toma11.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]   [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc399/EurekaRuby/toma%20icons/toma11.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style]  [style=width:100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #333333; opacity:0.9;filter:alpha(opacity=40); margin-left: 3px; background-image: url(http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc399/EurekaRuby/toma%20icons/toma11.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px;] [/style] [style=margin-right; 19px; margin-top: -360px; height: 375px; margin-left: 115px; margin-bottom: -5px; overflow:auto; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: #e1dbc2; padding-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 19px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 10px;]Yasuo tapped his foot against the ground. The sound seemed to reverberate through his entire body and the building he now found himself in. Yasuo had gotten to school on time and he was actually roughly an hour early. He had actually planned it that way. The blonde preferred to arrive so early so he could take the time to relax in the memorial hall. The place was kind of depressing. It was a message that any of them could end up dead and have their name engraved into the wall. A constant reminder that they were mortal, not the invincible young men they thought they were. Yasuo's amber gaze ran over each familiar name, he had looked at them more than most. He tended to take shelter here before classes. Not many students would come in here unless they wanted quiet or if they were made to. Yasuo had had a teacher bring him here in hopes of seeing Yasuo squirm. It hadn't worked. Yasuo ran his hand over the names, feeling the once smooth surface that was now permanently rough from the sheer amount of names that now adorned it. Yasuo ran his other hand through his hair as he let out a sigh. He was tired. His sleep schedule hadn't exactly been ideal, what with the coming exams and all. He had spent the night before reviewing some of the beginning materials along with the homework for the work presently. He took his hand form the wall and rolled his shoulder back to get some relief in his shoulder. He heard the joint pop and automatically felt better for it. His military school uniform was as crisp and clean as it had been when they had first given it to him. His cleaning maid was very good at her job, the only reason she still had the job. Yasuo didn't quite like her sarcastic attitude. He had gotten to the point of nearly sabotaging her work so as to get her out of there. If he just fired her, it would be like he was a spoiled brat who didn't like her. If she had done something wrong, it was on his father's doorstep to handle it. Therefore taking all responsibility for her lacking work off of Yasuo. The tall than average blonde took a seat on a stone bench, and leaned against the cold stone wall behind it. He felt his eyes grow heavy as he got as comfortable as he could be on the cold hard surface beneath him. He blinked several times before he took a glance at his watch. He still had roughly 50 minutes before class. He decided to get up in 30 minutes and head to class. With his mind made up, Yasuo closed his eyes and leaned back against the stone wall again. He let his legs fan out in front of him as he let out a final yawn before he drifted off. He began having a dream. He was standing in the middle of a crowd, and they were all saying things to him at the same time. He couldn't really make out what they were saying. Too many voices, too many questions, too many unknown answers. Then one voice seemed to rise above the others. It screamed, "HELP". Yasuo turned to face the voice. He came face to face with a man about his age that he had never met before. The man was wearing a military outfit and holding his stomach as if he was in pain. His brown eyes were pleading for help. Yasuo tried to ask what was wrong but the voices around him drowned out his voice. Before he could even find out what was wrong, the soldier turned and ran off. Yasuo tried to run after him and raised his hand to try and stop him. That was when his eyes shot open. He found his hand reaching like he had been in his dream. He lowered it and rubbed his head, a bit dazed by the dream. He was beginning to think that sleeping in the Memorial Hall was a bad idea. [/style]

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[MASASHI JIRO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] ❝ J iro had arrived early to school, a way of avoiding any distractions that might hit him on his walk from the South district to Hyaku. Jiro was honestly trying not to fight, so, he decided to wake up and get to school before the crime really started to happen. Criminals didn’t seem to like to wake up early, or well, anyone that Jiro might butt heads with for that matter. The warlock ran a hand through his hair, and walked into school an hour early, heading straight to Memorial Hall. He needed to relax before school, or he’d probably end up punching some poor fool. The names were always something that the redhead liked to stare at. They were men, men who died with honor. Jiro respected that. The warlock, even though his magic skills were terrible, could sense something, just something that was different with this area of Hyaku compared to the rest of the school. Maybe if he was just a human, he wouldn’t have noticed it. Then again, Jiro couldn’t even imagine what a life was as just a human – sure, he had no real interest in magic, but he was a magical being, someone who wouldn’t never be the textbook definition of a human. Jiro patted away the imaginary crumbles off his pants. Pants. Jiro never really liked the idea of wearing the boy’s military uniform, sure it was nice. It just wasn’t Jiro. He had his long red hair tied up in a tight ponytail. In all honesty, the short boy thought he looked fairly good in with his hair pulled back. He pulled his orange phone, filled it open, and figured he had about fourty-five minutes before he should head to class. Now, the question was, if Jiro was going to attend class. The boy could only take so much schooling. He checked that his outdated phone was on vibrate, Jiro certainly didn’t obey the rules about turning off one’s cell phone before class. He flipped it closed, and placed it in his pocket. He took a look at the names; they were edged ever so carefully into the wall. ”I suppose when I die, I’ll be remembered, huh? I wonder if it depends on how I die.”

[/color] He muttered under his breath. His mind drifting back to that hospital stay he had, it made him wonder, ’What if I had died then?’

He shook his head, he shouldn’t be thinking about his death now. He turned around, his eyes focusing on a boy not so far away from him. He appeared to be asleep. Why on Earth would someone fucking sleep in the Memorial Hall? Was he fucking retarded? He had to be fucking retarded. It wasn’t like Jiro found the action of sleeping in the hall that was meant to remember these boys. It was the fact that a person would have the strangest fucking dreams in this place. Jiro knew from god damn fucking experience. It was a shitty idea to sleep here.

He watched the boy reach out his hand; Jiro wondered what the hell the boy was dreaming about. But Jiro was sure of one thing, whatever it was, it was fucking freaky. Oh look, the boy was waking up. ”Are you fucking retarded? You don’t sleep in here.” The redhead’s speech was as outrageous as his hair. ”I mean, come on, do you know anything about this place? I bet you a good two thousand fucking yen, that this place is haunted beyond compare.”[/color]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true] MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND [x] WORDS 586 TAGS yas, open NOTES i hope you don't mind me dropping in and i'm sorry jiro is such an asshole. ;a;

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[AKIHARA YASUO]

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Of course no place was safe from the rif-raf that is the human race. Sure, the boy had made a very valid point but it wasn't an y of the boy's business. And waking up to such a brat definitely foretold of a very gruesome and tedious day. Yasuo wanted to curse the boy out for not knowing his place, but instead his face melted into a charming smile and his hand ran through his hair. He couldn't be sure who this boy was at the present time so it was best to play nice until he found out what his connections were. If it turned out that the boy was absolutely worthless, as it seemed to be the case judging from the boy's obvious lack of finesse, Yasuo would speak to him however he feels like. Until then, he played the gentleman. "Yeah, you're probably right. Although I'm not so sure about the haunted part." He glanced at his watch. He had only been asleep for a couple of minutes at the most. The tall blonde rubbed his head and stifled a yawn. It really wasn't his day at all. He hoped that the strange kid would move on after making his point, but that was probably too much to hope for. So he settled for trying to identify his worth. Judging from his hairstyle, he didn't exactly follow what was considered normal. A rebellious type, which cut down a few options. Judging from his way of speaking, the rebellious point was pushed even further and his words of a bet, despite most likely being a joke, seemed to pinpoint that he either had enough money to actually make that possible or that he was all talk. Either way, it still didn't give Yasuo much to go on. Other than the fact that he was annoying as hell and wasn't worthy company. This left him with a few possibilities. He could ask his name, then judge on his family name whether he was worth anything, or drop all conversation and hope that he would walk away. If he did walk away then Yasuo would have ample time to determine if he was worth acquaintanceship or not. Either way, he decided to let the cards fall as they would. If the guy decided to go off of what he said, then the tall blonde would play along for as long as he could stand before he made a quick and much wanted exit. His eyes traveled back to the names edged into the stones. More than 5 of those names came from his ancestors. Yasuo accepted that his name was as likely to adorn that wall as any male student that attended this school. It was the way of the world, something to be accepted and worked with. What was that saying? Prepare for the worst but hope for the best? Yeah... that sounded about right. The dream slowly started to fade from his memory, as if it were only there to temporary fill in some spaces. Yasuo just took the dream as a reminder of who were his roots and his responsibilities as a Akihara firstborn son. He wondered if this brat could even understand the weight that came with that. Or if it really mattered to him at all, Yasuo couldn't help but see himself reacting that way to someone else's problems. He didn't expect others to understand his duties or his drive to strike past his families goals. The only one who could possible understand that would be his sister. Not that they talked much but it was a relationship that was necessary. Yasuo was sure that he wouldn't be so driven if he hadn't had his little sister to contend with. She was definitely worthy of the Akihara name, but he wasn't going to let her take the family spotlight. He would be the head of the family and he would earn it not through his birthright but through his abilities. But duties and responsibilities could come later. For now he had to make due with getting finished with school so he could do exactly as he set out to do; beat his sister in her rise to the top, and make Akihara a household name. Dealing with the rif-raf was just a single step on his path, a single hurdle that needed to be cleared in a sequence of them. [/style]

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