Drawn Together [Akira Saito]

[Akira Saito]

IN THE END IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER

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"No, I suppose we wouldn't." As he took another bite, he looked over at the dark headed girl. She seemed to be thinking about the question herself rather than asking him. He couldn't decide whether she was truly thinking on it or simple pretending. And when she finally swallowed the food she had been chewing decided she was probably messing around. She could have very well not understood what he meant. After all, what had he meant by it? He had simply responded without over-thinking what he was saying. There wasn't much to their relationship, if you could even call it as such. They had simply played a game, that's all really. There wasn't much else too it. Though, him 'liking' his 'master' or not could very well halt any future games. If he was to ever run into her again. As it stood, he didn't see himself coming back to this world for no good reason. There were a lot of worlds out there for him to explore, after all. Still, the game was still going on, really. Maybe not quite the same as before but a game nonetheless. "I suppose you're right. There isn't a thing for it to change is there?" And even if there was, it wouldn't change how he felt about his King. Not that he really felt anything towards the man, not really. Not anything too serious at least. "So to answer you question then I guess you could say that I like my 'master'." Oh but how to go about making that sound less... however it even sounded. "Actually, the proper way for me to refer to that man would be to call him my King. And I am his personal guard. If I didn't like him I wouldn't care to do my job now would I?" Not that he seemed to care right now anyway. He was, after all, off having a bit of fun rather than doing said job. But that was beside the point, really. While he wasn't certain how much he liked the blonde he knew it was enough that he'd do what was needed of him. He had agreed to take the position of the King's Ace. It wasn't as if he could just back down now. Again, coming to this place again sometime came up. In the form of her offering up her home as a place he could stay if ever he wanted or needed too. He supposed that having a place he could go to get away from it all wasn't a bad idea, though he still didn't see himself coming back here very often. He technically had a home after all. Wherever the King of Hearts was, that's where his home was. Not that it always meant an actual home. The didn't have an actual base of operations or anything like that yet. It shouldn't be much longer before they obtained a world though. He stopped chewing when she pushed away from the table and moved towards the fridge. Then he finished up and swallowed, "Milk." It was only a second or two later that he stood up from his seat himself and headed over towards the cupboard she was trying to get to. He stepped up behind her and grabbed two of the cups, sitting them both down on the counter. "You really should think about lowering your dishes. You might break something." He turned himself so that he was leaning against the counter next to where Skell was standing. And he put on a thoughtful look. "I'll keep this place in mind the next time I want to get away."

i tried so hard, in spite of the WAY YOU WERE MOCKING ME, ACTING LIKE I WAS PART OF YOUR PROPERTY 630 WORDS skell TAGS sorry for my recent 'not very active' streak. i've been utterly obsessed with kuroshitsuji and hetalia. i should be on more now that i've finished the anime's though. NOTES in the end - linkin park LYRICS gia <- me CREDITS and even though i tried it all FELL APART, WHAT IT MEANT TO ME WILL EVENTUALLY BE A MEMORY

[Skell]

[OOC: I AM SO SORRY FOR LATENESS GIA ;;]

She contemplated over every word he said. Every. Single. One. She wasn't quite so sure why she was so interested in everything Aki had to say, in relation to his own life, in relation to his relationships with herself, with other people. Really, though, what business of hers was it to know how he felt toward other people? How he felt toward people he presumedly worked very closely with?

Maybe because they had gotten really close back in the bathroom.

A small sigh left her lips as she reached up for the cups. Figures. Guys would find themselves less inclined to dwell upon such an encounter. She should have seen that coming.

But then he said that he liked his master. And man... did that sound kind of... wrong. Not wrong really. Actually, in the right context, it probably sounded completely in place. The phrasing just made her blush, as as the words stood, if she hadn't known any of his background she'd think the whole remark was a bit kinky. Whether he purposely phrased it that way or not was unknown to her. She didn't think they were still in a game.

They weren't, right?

They must not have been, because he transitioned in to say that he preferred to call him "The King." Well, not sure if that was any better... the name made her giggle a little, in an afterthought.

"Ah, I see... you have a professional duty to him..." and now she just wasn't so sure about how he felt toward the King. She wasn't quite sure why, again, she cared. She pushed it away and wrinkled her nose as she pushed herself up on tiptoe again for another go at the cups.

"Must be a nice guy? Or a bad guy... since you kind of ditched him. He paranoid about being assassinated or something? What a troubled life... Pay you well?" She was about to hop onto the counter when she felt the presence of his body just behind hers, watching his arm outreach hers and easily grabbed the cups she was aiming to get. A slight blush ran across her cheeks at the closeness, one she didn't notice as she turned to thank him while getting the milk ready to pour into his cup. A cheek-pushing, closed-lip smile appeared as she handed him the drink.

"Oh, you know. I have thought about it before. Just odd sentimental value comes with them being there. And besides, I haven't broken anything yet, and it's been a good while since anything broke around here... even if it did, I could probably fix it with my paintbrush..."

She looked him over as he leaned against the counter, taking in his thought, "Yeah, if you ever want to drop by, the door is open. Just, uh, bark or something. Haha. We'll figure out something to do..." and instead of returning to the table to her unfinished food, she leaned against the counter as she took a sip of her milk. It was good stuff, "Know when you're expected back?"

[Akira Saito]

IN THE END IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER

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He wasn't quite sure what made her giggle but he could take a few guesses about it. A lot of what he said in regards to the King could be found funny. Not just funny, of course, but funny still. He had no way of knowing what was going through her mind during the little silence. And he wasn't quite sure he wanted to. Some things were better left a mystery, otherwise it wouldn't be any fun. That's how he looked at it anyway. If he knew what she was thinking then there would be no point to sticking around. He would have figured everything out and he'd know what was coming next. Part of the fun was not knowing, right? Professional duty. Is that how he'd refer to his job? Not really. He'd probably refer to it as more a personal duty. It's not like he got paid or rewarded... wait... it's not like he got any Munny for what he did. Of course, he also didn't have to do a bunch of paperwork or anything like that either. So he was fine with the way things were. "He's not so bad. I just wanted to get away for a while." He grinned once again at her blush, feeling a tad bit accomplished for having caused it. Not that it was all that hard to cause or anything, so long as he didn't do the quite the same thing more than once. "He doesn't keep me around because he's paranoid. If that was it he'd have more than just me guarding him." Yet he was the only one. Not that he was really needed either. It wasn't like his 'employer' could be killed by just anyone. "And I can't really complain about the lack of Munny I get. After all, things could always be worse than they are now, right?" Taking his cup of milk, he relaxed a bit against the counter. He sipped the drink as he listened to what she had to say. He had always been a pretty good listener. Maybe because his ears were so sensitive and all. With his head tilting to the side a little, he raised a curious eyebrow. "Paintbrush?" He had never heard of anyone fixing things with such an item. It must have been magic or something. That was all he could come up with at least, as far as fixing things with paintbrushes was concerned. Nodding his head ended the topic of dropping by this place again. At least on his part. He'd either come back or he wouldn't. He probably would, someday. Though he really wasn't sure when. There were a lot of worlds out there to explore after all. And he planned to visit as many of them as possible before he left the universe. Of course, he certainly hoped he'd be sticking around in the universe for a while yet. "Expected back? By my 'master'? Whenever I get back I suppose. Though I guess I should get back to him soon. I don't feel like being punished for my lateness or anything like that."

i tried so hard, in spite of the WAY YOU WERE MOCKING ME, ACTING LIKE I WAS PART OF YOUR PROPERTY 540 WORDS skell TAGS don't worry about it, it's fine. NOTES in the end - linkin park LYRICS gia <- me CREDITS and even though i tried it all FELL APART, WHAT IT MEANT TO ME WILL EVENTUALLY BE A MEMORY

[Skell]

Skell stared on back over to her place at the table, raising a hand to scratch at the back of her neck in thought. For some reason, she wasn't all too hungry anymore. Lost her appetite, or something. Tapping a finger on her glass, she wrinkled her nose before she brought the cup to her lips and took a sip of the nicely cool white liquid.

"I mean... I guess I just don't understand what incentive you have to be someone's servant, slave, body guard -- whatever you want to refer to it as -- if you're not getting paid. I'm not a very greedy person, but it just doesn't make much sense to me. Unless you were just an incredibly bored person before, with absolutely nothing to do. And you needed something to take up some of your time, or risk death by boredom." A soft smile, "I'm joking about the last bit, of course..."

His surprise at her mentioning the paintbrush caught her by surprise. Maybe he wasn't as attentive as she would expect when he was a dog, and just kind of wandered. She could have sworn she lured him at first with the aid of her paintbrush, drawing him up a treat or something.

"Yeah... my paintbrush. You don't -- oh, here. Hold on a moment." She left the kitchen momentarily to go retrieve the paintbrush from her pack, rolling it along her fingers and inspecting it carefully with her eyes with the look of worry for it, as it was such a precious item to her, before bringing it back. Giving a hum of inquiry, she looked around in search of an idea of what to draw. Alas, though, nothing sparked an idea. She then looked over at the boy, garbed in the robe still loosely about his frame. If he took off the robe, she could probably draw a shirt onto him. But she wasn't about to bother him with such a silly request...

"Hmm... what would you like...?" more asked toward herself for him than to Aki himself. But, at a loss of ideas, she went to the rather plain default of a flower. She hovered her hand in the air before her, and in the space that her fingers encased, she ran the bristles through. Channeling thoughts of the item she had in mind, the simple lily, white in color, but a leaf, she tilted her head as it started to steadily materialize before them. It was only a matter of seconds until the flower was whole, falling into her hand.

"Not sure if you like flowers or not, but lilies are usually a hard one to not like. They're just so simple." She gestured for him to take it from her hand, to feel it and see how close to a real thing it felt.

[Akira Saito]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background: url(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__N4J7S1MGhA/Scqd4oYu3zI/AAAAAAAAAcc/TfBqpcotpME/s400/Vintage-Pattern_Black.gif); height: 400px; width: 400px; border: 10px #0A0A0A solid; padding: 10 0 12 12] I remember black skies the lightning all around me, I remember each flash as time began to blur. Starring down into the cup, he tilted the object about so that the liquid it contained sloshed against the side just a bit. Not enough to spill any of course, he didn't plan on making a mess with it. Not only was this not his house to mess up in the first place (and yes, we are ignoring the fact that he probably got water on the bathroom floor; he'd clean that up later) but he generally didn't like to make a mess and he quite liked milk. Despite being a canine, he didn't eat or drink things off the floor. No matter how clean said floor supposedly was. No. He was a civilized canine. One with a human side. One that had common sense. Sure, he retained a few canine habits such as tilting his head but he had never even been tempted to eat out of a bowl ON the floor, let along actually eating off of the floor itself. "Well, I was bored when I met him, that's for sure. Other than that," he grinned at Skell, "being his 'slave' has it's benefits. After all, I get to do as I please a lot of the time. Otherwise I wouldn't me here, I'm sure." With an inphasis on both the 'his' and the 'slave', he made it pretty clear that he was nobody elses 'slave' and that he was mostly joking about being a 'slave' at all. Or so he hoped anyway. The chuckle that came along with his words was light, caused by her previous comment as well as his own. Never would he have thought to use the term 'slave' to describe the position he was in. It both fit and didn't fit. If fit because, when he was with the King, he may as well have been the mans slave and, when he wasn't with the King, he was still loyal. The reasons for it not fitting him probably outweighed the reasons that it did though. After all, he really did just go about and do as he pleased. That alone sort of went against the master-slave behaviour one might expect. The furry eared teenager remembered the paintbrush and, though he wasn't particularly fond of dog busicuts, he remembered the little treat from earlier. He hadn't really seen where the treat came from though. Had she pulled it from her pocket? No, he had been watching her, he would have noticed that. Then again, you'd think he'd have noticed if she used magic as well. Maybe he should pay more attention when he was in his dog form. When the girl came back into the room with her paintbrush, he tilted his head to the side a little. When she asked 'what would you like' he debated, only for a brief second or two, whether she was asking him the question or if she was asking herself. Even if he assumed she had been asking him, he wasn't quite sure what to respond with. In the end, though, he didn't have to respond with anything. Why? Because she had settled on something, apparently. He watched as she ran the paintbrush through the open space next to her hand, a flower beginning to take shape as she did so. It only took a few seconds, really, and then a white lily was in her hand. He took the flower from her and rubbed the stem gently between his thumb and index finger. "It suits you much better than it suits me, though." That being said, he would move to stick the flower behind her ear. The left ear, of course. Just in case. He'd hate to give off the wrong idea or something. Then again, she knew it had all been a game right? Either way, the left ear was still the appropriate ear for a flower because (as far as he knew at least) she wasn't committed to anyone other than family. He continued on to explain the reasoning behind his words, if only slightly, "Stunning. Both beautiful and elegant. Amongst other things, of course." .Wordcount: 700 .Tag: Skell. .Place: Beast's Castle - Courtyard .Notes: Is it just me or does that last part sound a bit like Tamaki? Maybe I've watched too much Ouran... >.> .Lyrics: New Divide by Linkin Park Post Table made by MARIA, from OTE, BS and MONOCHROME.