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kat8chaReposted from my 3,333rd post.
Shouichi shaded his eyes from the bright midday light, wishing once again that he had worn a hat. It was his first year in America, at the university he had once been instructed to attend and he had found that the sun in America seemed… brighter. America seemed brighter, actually, than Japan. Shouichi had a theory it had something to do with either the ozone layer or the population. America was brighter, more vibrant, more… active.
Shouichi thought it was more exciting, less stuck in a rut than Japan had been. Although that was only his view point, his sister had always seemed to find Japan exciting.
Shouichi couldn't. Even before he had been given those strange notes from the future and sent on his quest, before he shot Sawada Tsunayoshi with that bazooka, and before Sawada Tsunayoshi befriended him and explained all about the past and future…
He had always wanted more. Still, after coming to America he had found it was… well, different. He was treated differently because he was a foreigner, because he had an accent, because he was intelligent. There wasn't any big city excitement waiting for him. In America it was still all about books and machines and their inner workings.
He had thought about abandoning it all. There was no point to him attending this university anymore, not since the future had already been solved and there was no need for him to get close to the man Sawada had called Byakuran. Shouichi wonders about him. He will admit it is partially the reason he came to America. Sawada had been vague about the relationship between the two of them but… well, it had been obvious there was something. Friendship at least.
And Byakuran had conquered multiple worlds, that was INTERESTING, right?
Shouichi sighed and gathered all of his books into his book bag before slinging it over his shoulder. He had a theoretical astrophysics lab today and he was going to be late if he didn't-
"Oof!"
"ACK!"
A collision, one sharp shoulder against a thin chest, two sets of flailing arms and sprawled limbs.
Shouichi found himself staring up into the bright midday sunlight. He blinked.
One second, sun bursts viewed through the thin veil of his eyelids, the next the sun was blocked out by an unfamiliar face, becoming a halo around a head of wild white hair.
"I'm sorry about that." A cool hand grabbed Shouichi's and pulled him so he was sitting up. Shouichi belatedly checked to make sure that his books weren't spilling out all over the pavement before looking back at the stranger. The stranger smiled and pulled Shouichi to his feet. "I was blinded by the light."
"No problem." Shouichi stared into grey-violet eyes. "I wasn't really paying attention to…" Shouichi frowned. There was a niggling thought at the back of his head, a sense of déjà vu or recognition. Was this person in one of his classes? No. Had he seen them around campus? …no.
"Do I know you?" The white haired man asked. He had yet to drop Shouichi's hand. They stared into each other's eyes (grey and green) for a beat before the man dropped Shouichi's hand and laughed. "Of course I can't know you! I'm new this semester." Then the hand was held out to Shouichi again, this time for a handshake. "Byakuran Gesso."
Shouichi swallowed with a suddenly dry mouth. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Irie, Shouichi Irie." The cool press of Byakuran's palm against his and the tingle of energy he felt from the fingers brushing his wrist lasted long after the handshake was ended. Long after they had parted ways, Shouichi to his lecture and Byakuran to the dorms. Long after the noon day sun had faded into a sun set and then come round again for dawn.
"Japanese, right?" Byakuran let Shouichi's hand go and smiled brightly. Brighter than the sun it seemed, though the smile was not that wide. "I'll be seeing you around, Shou-chan~."
Shouichi shaded his eyes from the bright midday light, wishing once again that he had worn a hat. It was his first year in America, at the university he had once been instructed to attend and he had found that the sun in America seemed… brighter. America seemed brighter, actually, than Japan. Shouichi had a theory it had something to do with either the ozone layer or the population. America was brighter, more vibrant, more… active.
Shouichi thought it was more exciting, less stuck in a rut than Japan had been. Although that was only his view point, his sister had always seemed to find Japan exciting.
Shouichi couldn't. Even before he had been given those strange notes from the future and sent on his quest, before he shot Sawada Tsunayoshi with that bazooka, and before Sawada Tsunayoshi befriended him and explained all about the past and future…
He had always wanted more. Still, after coming to America he had found it was… well, different. He was treated differently because he was a foreigner, because he had an accent, because he was intelligent. There wasn't any big city excitement waiting for him. In America it was still all about books and machines and their inner workings.
He had thought about abandoning it all. There was no point to him attending this university anymore, not since the future had already been solved and there was no need for him to get close to the man Sawada had called Byakuran. Shouichi wonders about him. He will admit it is partially the reason he came to America. Sawada had been vague about the relationship between the two of them but… well, it had been obvious there was something. Friendship at least.
And Byakuran had conquered multiple worlds, that was INTERESTING, right?
Shouichi sighed and gathered all of his books into his book bag before slinging it over his shoulder. He had a theoretical astrophysics lab today and he was going to be late if he didn't-
"Oof!"
"ACK!"
A collision, one sharp shoulder against a thin chest, two sets of flailing arms and sprawled limbs.
Shouichi found himself staring up into the bright midday sunlight. He blinked.
One second, sun bursts viewed through the thin veil of his eyelids, the next the sun was blocked out by an unfamiliar face, becoming a halo around a head of wild white hair.
"I'm sorry about that." A cool hand grabbed Shouichi's and pulled him so he was sitting up. Shouichi belatedly checked to make sure that his books weren't spilling out all over the pavement before looking back at the stranger. The stranger smiled and pulled Shouichi to his feet. "I was blinded by the light."
"No problem." Shouichi stared into grey-violet eyes. "I wasn't really paying attention to…" Shouichi frowned. There was a niggling thought at the back of his head, a sense of déjà vu or recognition. Was this person in one of his classes? No. Had he seen them around campus? …no.
"Do I know you?" The white haired man asked. He had yet to drop Shouichi's hand. They stared into each other's eyes (grey and green) for a beat before the man dropped Shouichi's hand and laughed. "Of course I can't know you! I'm new this semester." Then the hand was held out to Shouichi again, this time for a handshake. "Byakuran Gesso."
Shouichi swallowed with a suddenly dry mouth. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Irie, Shouichi Irie." The cool press of Byakuran's palm against his and the tingle of energy he felt from the fingers brushing his wrist lasted long after the handshake was ended. Long after they had parted ways, Shouichi to his lecture and Byakuran to the dorms. Long after the noon day sun had faded into a sun set and then come round again for dawn.
"Japanese, right?" Byakuran let Shouichi's hand go and smiled brightly. Brighter than the sun it seemed, though the smile was not that wide. "I'll be seeing you around, Shou-chan~."
