fine is subjective {open}

[yuki uchida]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #993333; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]He hadn't been feeling well lately... Whether that was normal or not would be on most peoples' minds, but Uchida already knew why he wasn't feeling well.. it was the consequences he was fuzzy on. He had never been a good eater. His mother always cooked breakfast and dinner, but only for the nights that she thought her husband was coming home from work. Sometimes he did, and sometimes he didn't. For those she knew he wouldn't, she didn't bother, but it was rude to take food from the kitchen, and punishable.. so Uchida and his brother would go hungry until he could sneak in at night, at which time, he would only take enough for Yuki. He was fine. .. He was always fine. He was fine when he passed out, and he was fine in the hospitals. He was fine when they kept him for suicide watches, and he was fine when he was released... he was fine when he just started it all over again. Everything.. everything was just fine. He was alright, and if he was careful, he wouldn't pass out. He needed to go to the kitchen, that was all. He just needed a bit of rice and he'd be fine. Well, more fine than he already was. It was the matter of getting there that was.. a bit precarious. As unsturdy as his legs seemed to be, his pride did not allow him to fix his hand to the wall on his way unless he felt he was about to fall. It was just a habit, that was all. It was a habit. It wasn't even anything important. It wasn't even impressive. It wasn't a terrible thing. It wasn't suicidal. It was just.. a habit. With a wave of dizziness, he had to pause. He put his hand on the wall beside him and leaned to it until his shoulder touched, and he tilted his forehead to it, closed his eyes. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself... it didn't work. So, he crouched down, trying to get his head straight, back into order... That didn't work either. Moving down as quickly as he did actually only made it worse, and he found himself in darkness, familiar and frightening darkness, unconscious and curled on the cold floor.[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: 385 tags: kohaku notes: c: credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[kohaku lebara]

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Credit to Memzard of BTN

[yuki uchida]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #993333; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]Unconsciousness was an extremely boring venture, and as such, no detail is really required. Darkness, unfeeling darkness, but no real realization of it. He stayed lifeless and unmoving beyond the rise and fall of his chest, and there was no hesitation in his muscles as he was lifted from his position and held. His body acted as most ragdolls would, he would assume. To describe his state as 'asleep,' would be putting it lightly, or perhaps ignorantly. His eyes rolled behind the lids as consciousness touched at his mind, and his eyelids flickered open. What was going on..? Why was he shifted? He remembered the—the fuck was he wearing..? But even more importantly than that... did he just hear his name? He hadn't heard that name in a while, which was exactly what he liked. Yuki.... Yuki? Who the fuck was calling him that..? His head was buzzing, light and weighted at the same time, like the rest of him. It was hard to even move. He tried to move, of course. He really did, but hell.. All he could do was shift a little, and that was all, and he ground his teeth a little bit, growled from the back of his throat. Who had him..? He swore to fucking God, if it was that brat with the camera, he needed to off himself right away. Like he'd let himself be held by that brat.. A spark of ignorant hope pushed that it was Naoya, but that was stupid, and he immediately discarded it. So who... Fuck, did it matter? His head was hurting, and he was dizzy as hell. He couldn't speak.. He tried, but it only turned into a mumble that was unintelligible at best. Yuki.. the fuck was this kid playing at.. and why was he touching him? Stop touching him.. stop that..[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: 307 tags: kohaku notes: c: credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[kohaku lebara]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,370,true][atrb=style,border: 5px double acacac;][bg=#dbdbdb][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=valign,top,true] [STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 1px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style] [STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]..He was so beautiful. Of course, Kohaku knew that. He knew the man was one of the most beautiful teachers here - even with that mean tongue of his. ..Which Ko was no wondering how.. well used that tong- nevermind. Trying to clear his head of those thoughts, he nuzzled his face against the other's hair.. slowly running his fingers through it. What a feminine fellow. With those long eyelashes, soft parted lips. They honestly were begging to be kissed. Leaning down.. he brushed their lips before only kissing the corner of his mouth. He couldn't steal a kiss right now - that was wrong. Though perhaps doing this much would wake the other. Ko was fully away the man hated breathing the same air was him, so perhaps giving a small bit of affection would wake him up. At the groan, Kohaku perked up. He gently rubbed the other's shoulder again, keeping in close as he whispered to him. ' ..Sir.. please wake up? I can not..carry you..' He would have if he could though. If only the man was smaller, he could have carried the professor do his dorm and get assistant. He thought this over a moment though - sure he couldn't carry him on his back.. but maybe in his arms? Thinking this through a moment.. He kept one arm around the back of the man's shoulders, their foreheads barely touching as he whispered to the other, trying to urge him awake. "Please wake up.. I need to move you, but I want you wake.. do not need you hitting me from that cute panicking you do.." He gave a light laughter.. and sweetly kissed the man's forehead, brushing back his hair. "Please wake up..Yuki..~" That should work. [/style]

Credit to Memzard of BTN

[yuki uchida]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #993333; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]The ghost of feeling told him there was something brushing against his lips, but he couldn't bring himself to swat it away. It was in the back of his mind; there, but not really pressing, like noticing an odd sign from the corner of your eyes, only in the mind. It was a sensation that Uchida was fairly accustomed to—feeling, but not really, and seeing, but not pressing it to his attention. The feeling pressed a little more at the corner of his mouth, and it drew a bit more attention in his mind, but not enough, he remained as still as he was, because there were a lot more important issues at hand than a ghost feeling or two, like the pain in his head or the black behind his eyelids, the weakness of his limbs and floating in his head. It was like a thick cloud, with his brain trying to see through it. Difficult, but not impossible. He felt rubbing on his shoulder, when he woke enough to make a sound, no more than a groan. Stop that... He hated it. He didn't want to be touched. He wanted to tense and shift, and though he tried, he managed nothing. A whisper in his ear told that at least whomever was holding him wasn't freaking out like some did in the situation, but the 'sir' that spoke it to a student, so he was right to fear it was the camera-brat... but he felt too large to be him. He was shifted and he felt the press of the student's forehead against his own, and heard the words that followed. C-cute? What the fuck.. And he kissed his forehead, like a parent kissed a child's, and spoke again. Again, with his fucking name. Uchida shifted some, scrunching his face as he tried, and accomplished opening his eyes a small amount, to glare up at LeBara. He hadn't even considered him, but at the realization, he noted that it was him he should have been praying against. He twitched. “Brat.”[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: 342 tags: kohaku notes: iwuvu credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[kohaku lebara]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,370,true][atrb=style,border: 5px double acacac;][bg=#dbdbdb][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=valign,top,true] [STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 1px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style] [STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]Cute as ever - Kohaku found his glare utterly adorable. Staring at the man, a sweet smile stayed on Kohaku's face, nuzzling the male's cheek. "I am taking you to your office.. come on.,". He waited a moment longer, but then went into action. Without asking the other, he slid his other arm under the other's knees. He kept a firm arm around the back of the man's shoulders still, and hoisted him up. The softest grunt was heard as he felt the pressure against his chest - though it was not nearly as much as he had thought. Strange.. Putting these thoughts aside, he tightly held the man and started to walk. He didn't care who saw - they would just chalk it up to one of LeBara's teasings again - and so he carelessly carried the man. He didn't speak now, keeping his eyes ahead - though once in a while he /did/ peek at Sano, making sure he was still awake. The only words he gave was a soft ' I got you ' while he went towards the man's office. That would be the best place right? They would have privacy, and Ko would have space and the necessitous to care for the other. Once there, he could give him a proper look over as well - see what caused this.. [/style]

Credit to Memzard of BTN

[yuki uchida]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #993333; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]The nuzzles were.. odd. But Kohaku was nothing but odd, he'd found, so he was surprised in himself that anything from this boy was surprising at all. It shouldn't be, by this time. When he said he was taking him to his office, he thought he'd just stand him up and help him there, like most people would attempt. Though Uchida didn't really think his legs could manage so much, he would have tried his hardest for the sake of his pride. His body was exhausted.. that was apparent. However, it wasn't so exhausted that he needed to be carried. He flushed and curled his lips into a tired scowl, weak and it lost its usual edge, but it was still there. He fisted his hands into the kid's shirt for security. He didn't trust that he wouldn't drop him, on purpose or on accident. He clutched that fabric as much as he could, and buried his face against his shoulder to avoid being recognized by any passerby that may see them. Fuck, he didn't want that. He didn't want that at all. He didn't want to be carried at all, but he did like the thought of his office. He did love his office. Safe, hidden. Just to show how much he did not appreciate being carried, however, he reached up a weak hand and smacked the kid.[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: 229 tags: kohaku notes: iwuvu credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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