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Post by SEIJI GIREKI on Feb 11, 2013 10:14:33 GMT -6
As much as he loved video games, he got tired of starring at them all the time. Especially since he didn't always have the money to buy them anyway. There were tons of magazines he could read. But they were just really useless if he'd already read them all, right? Then what the hell was he supposed to do on slow days? He had the noon shift today. People usually came in later in the day when everyone was getting off of work and school. There was just... really nothing to do.
As soon as Seiji's shift ended at the game store he worked at, he was glad to pick up his hoodie and saunter out of the door. He supposed he'd just walk around Asphodel for a little while. The tall male wandered around the Argentum strip for a bit. Just looking around. Til' that got boring. Soon he found himself at the park. What was there to do at the park for a nineteen year old? He supposed he could play basketball... By himself.
Well shit didn't that look lonely. Oh well. It'd kill a little time he supposed. Seiji walked over to the blacktop, scooping up a lone basketball and bouncing it as he eyed the basket. He guessed he could just take a few shots before he got bored. And so he did. Shot after shot with near perfect accuracy. He could have been a basketball player had he lived long enough. Maybe.
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Post by ICHIGO TSURUYA on Feb 18, 2013 23:18:46 GMT -6
There was never anything to do on his days off, he thought. What could he do outside of looking out of the window of his apartment? It was boring. He sighed, tilting his head up to look at the skies of the underworld. It looked nice enough today. Maybe he could take a quick walk or something? Get ice cream? They had some nice ice cream at that one cart in the park. Maybe he could get some? Strawberry ice cream was always really good, he thought. It wasn't really warm though. Maybe not then?
He headed towards the park, promptly locating the cart and purchasing a strawberry ice cream cone. He wandered around the park, occasionally running into the stray child that had gotten lost from the playground. They were kind of cute, weren't they? It was kind of sad to think that they had died though. So young. Maybe he could go take a nap or something on the grass... it sounded like kind of a good idea. He glanced in the direction of the basketball courts, a bit surprised to have caught sight of the other. Oh. Seiji?
He hadn't expected to run into him as soon as he had. It was strange even. But he supposed he shouldn't have been surprised either. He had always been good at basketball back then, he thought. He was pretty impressive. Took everyone down. Made all the ladies and his team admire him. Ichigo was no different. He walked over, watching the other from the corner of the courts. A small smile formed on his lips, watching him play by himself. "You look like a loser playing by yourself. What? No friends?" He teased.
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Post by SEIJI GIREKI on Feb 20, 2013 9:44:28 GMT -6
He really should have worked on making friends. But shit, he wasn't good at being... social. He was only really talkative around his family. Even then, it was a word here and there. Even when he played basketball he did his own thing. Teamwork just seemed in the way. It took too much time to pass the ball to someone else who was a worse shooter than you, or having to rebound the ball from a bad pass when you could just shoot it yourself.
He wasn't a very social person to begin with. He did what he had to do and kept talking to a minimum. It was just how he was. Seiji continued to shoot the ball, retrieving it and shooting again. He didn't miss up until he started thinking about his past life. About his death really. It still sort of bothered him. Even though he liked to think that it didn't. That was just a front. It really... It disturbed him at first. But now it was just terrible aches and pains. Residual pain where the river had tossed him around against rocks.
Seiji shot, his arms and body in perfect form. The way they taught him in middle school. The world seemed to move in slow motion, the ball seemed to leave a phantom trail. Everything went silent up until the thunk of the ball against the rim. Seiji's arms dropped to his sides and a sigh tumbled from his lips. Blue eyes focused on nothing in particular.
He looked to the source of the new voice, his lips twitching into a faint smile. "I'm sorry for not being perfect in everything like you, Ichigo."
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Post by ICHIGO TSURUYA on Feb 21, 2013 17:28:26 GMT -6
Ichigo had never had very many friends. Maybe it was because of the fact that he was just ... too strange? Whatever the case was, he didn't particularly mind it either. He wasn't very fond of being surrounded by people or having people constantly watching him. Ironic, right? So much for being a model. He was supposed to be used to such a thing but ugh. He didn't really want to think about it at night. Knowing that some girl out there - probably anyway - was watching him. God knows it was unhealthy. And creepy. All of the above, really. Just ugh. He didn't like it.
Either way, he wasn't fond of friends and people either thought he was inapproachable or they simply thought he was weird beyond all reason. Which... he couldn't say was wrong. He was even concerned about why Seiji put up with him of all people, he thought. He watched the other continue to shoot baskets, watching as the ball fell into the basket quietly over and over again. His tongue flicked out against the strawberry ice cream, a soft sigh escaping from his parted lips as he watched. Seiji had always been good at basketball. Painfully so. He loved going to watch him play. It had mattered to him so much and at the same time, he played it off like it didn't matter.
Or maybe this was just his own speculation? Whichever came first. He smiled, nodding quietly before moving his hand to flip what little hair came beneath the nape of his neck. "I guess it can't be helped. Only I can achieve perfection, you know." He teased gently, glancing around briefly before moving to sit down on the bench. "No work today?" He tried to make this as natural as he could make it. Make it so that he didn't look like he hated being around the other. Because he didn't.
He just wasn't sure how to behave now.
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Post by SEIJI GIREKI on Feb 22, 2013 8:28:02 GMT -6
It was always a concern when Seiji missed a shot like he did just then. He never missed. But he was constantly bothered lately. He felt increasingly suffocated. As if he didn't really belong here. Did he deserve a second chance? He wondered if that saying about everyone deserving a second chance was true. The way he acted toward everyone upstairs was a little less than deserving of a second chance. The way he acted towards Ichigo.
Perhaps he shouldn't have sulked on it as much as he had been lately. He had come here earlier in the week and the same thing happened when he started thinking about it. He missed. Missed again. And missed some more. It really bothered him. Seiji genuinely felt there was no way he could possibly make this up.
He chuckled at the other's reply, shaking his head slightly as he moved to pick up the rolling basketball. "I just got off. I didn't feel like going home just yet." he said as he bounced the ball a bit. He dribbled the ball between his two hands with ease and grace, hardly thinking about the action that most rookie players would have to watch themselves do to achieve perfection.
"What about you?"
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Post by ICHIGO TSURUYA on Feb 22, 2013 10:14:13 GMT -6
He always got worried when the other missed a shot. It wasn't really normal, he thought. He always made it. Always. But he supposed that there was nothing that could be done about it. Whatever happened, happened. Still. He couldn't help but get a little worried regardless. He wondered if it had anything to do with being dead. If it had anything to do with the way that they were now. Ichigo licked at his ice cream quietly, watching him in silence.
He watched him go after the ball, picking it up and throwing it again. Ichigo himself had never been as good as the other in the sport. But he knew enough to know that Seiji was good. Good all on his own, he thought. "Mm," He answered quietly, looking up for a moment as she thought it over. "I've been off work all day. Didn't have anything to do so I thought I'd come here." He replied, holding out his strawberry ice cream to the other.
"You still look as good as you did then." He said softly, smiling at him. "You messed up a lot less though. Something bothering you?"
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Post by SEIJI GIREKI on Feb 22, 2013 22:40:58 GMT -6
He used to spend so much time practicing that basketball was second nature. But now that he really didn't have anything to practice for, maybe he was getting rusty? No... That couldn't possibly be it. He hadn't even been dead for that long. To lose his skill in something he'd been doing for almost all his life. Seiji eyed the orange orb as it traveled from his hand, to the ground and back to his other hand as he continued to dribble it.
He made his way over to the other and seated himself on the bench. Seiji sat the ball beside him, leaning over to take a few licks from Ichigo's ice cream.
"Nothing, I just couldn't focus is all."
He hardly wanted to talk about how he died. It was depressing and frustrating... Seiji merely leaned on Ichigo, yawning and closing his eyes. He just wanted to be with Ichigo now.
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Post by ICHIGO TSURUYA on Feb 22, 2013 23:35:19 GMT -6
It was cool to watch him play sometimes, he thought. The way he always got into the zone. He could say what he wanted but he was pretty sure that it was important to him regardless. He was happy for him. Knowing that something was precious enough to him to continue doing over and over again. But the blonde supposed that didn't account for very much either.
He shifted on the bench, crossing his legs quietly. His tongue brushed against the ice cream, lapping up what parts of it that had begun to melt around the edges. He glanced up at the other, watching him take a seat next to him. "Mm. Here, you take it. It's getting sticky." He offered the remaining ice cream to Seiji quietly, offering a very slight smile as he leaned on him. He had felt uncomfortable at first when he touched him at all, but. He was kind of adjusting.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to the top of the other's head gently. "Distracted?" He prompted, shifting on his seat. "What was it? Do you want to talk about it?"
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Post by SEIJI GIREKI on Feb 23, 2013 19:24:04 GMT -6
He supposed that he enjoyed basketball. Even though it was sort of forced on him at an early age. His father was the type of man to aspire to have the perfect son. And he saw that his son was good and basketball one day. Took the chance to seize that skill and push Seiji to pursue it. At first it was fun. He enjoyed his father's support. And he saw it as a way to bond with his father. But as time went on, Seiji's father became more serious about the sport than Seiji was. It resulted in several hard nights of practice with his dad as his couch at home, coupled with the Saturday and after school practices with his actual couch... It was stressful. Seiji became to loathe basketball.
He still did. But he couldn't make himself stop because he wasn't good at anything else. He wasn't an artist, a dancer, composer... nothing like that. And how could he stop with his family supporting him so much? Spending money to come to his games? How could he waste their efforts?
Seiji sighed... He declined the ice cream, not really in the mood for anything sweet now. Now he was more bothered by his father than his death at the moment. While the way he died was tragic, he could only see his father with that same unreadable expression at his funeral. Seiji's hand rubbed at his face tiredly, the tanned male going quiet for a few moments.
"There's a lot of things bothering me," he started. "But right now my dad is bothering me the most."
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Post by ICHIGO TSURUYA on Feb 24, 2013 16:36:02 GMT -6
He wondered what Seiji must have been like when he was younger. Was he really cute? Probably, he thought. He could imagine a little Seiji running around and chasing after a basketball. Taking down people like it was nothing and still thinking it was fun. Still working hard at it, he thought. It would have been fun to see something like that. He wondered if Sei even liked it anymore though. Did he ever like it for that matter?
Ichigo had never been adept at anything himself, he thought. He had only ever been good at making stupid jokes and falling asleep all of the time. Of course. He supposed that it didn't really matter in the end. He frowned, pulling his arm back as he moved to continue eating the remainder of it. He flicked his hand, getting rid of the remainder of the sticky sweet. He wondered if his parents even came to his own funeral, he thought.
Probably. But only to look down on him for going the way that he had. They were probably ashamed knowing that their son died from popping pills. Go figure. He merely looked at the other, a bit confused. His father? Was it really? He had never met the man so he wasn't sure how to answer. "What about him?" He asked quietly, lifting a hand to play with the dark blue strands. "What did he do?"
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Post by SEIJI GIREKI on Feb 24, 2013 16:48:54 GMT -6
Talent wasn't really what sparked his fancy with Ichigo. It was rather just Ichigo as a person. Just him. He didn't care much that the other was a model, or that he was narcoleptic. That never really bothered him like it seemed to irk everyone else. He liked Ichigo because... well, the other seemed to look at Seiji like another person. Not a basketball player. Not just a hot guy. Not just a scary jerk. He saw Seiji. And it made him feel really... well, nice.
His father, on the other hand never saw him as anything more than a tool. A piggy bank or a dollar sign, whatever. Seiji was supposed to become famous. Be a basketball idol. But it wasn't so his dad could support him and actually be a dad. It was so he could 'bring honor to his family name' and 'allow for them all to live a comfortable and long life'. His mother didn't believe in such things. And she supported Seiji like a mother. Both as his mother and in the place of his father, whom only cast a shadow on Seiji.
"I was supposed to be famous just so all the money I made went to my family. And... that's nice. But I feel like-...I know my dad was just using me." he said, his cobalt gaze focused on the pavement of the blacktop.
"...I hate basketball."
His tone was empty and rather lost. What else was he supposed to do? His dad never took him fishing, or car shopping, or anything normal guys did with their father figures. Seiji didn't know anything but basketball. And it was really, really depressing.
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Post by ICHIGO TSURUYA on Feb 24, 2013 17:29:21 GMT -6
He wondered why the other even did like him. But he supposed that this wasn't the right time to be asking something like that either. It didn't matter though, he supposed. As long as Sei liked him... it was okay then. He merely watched the other, frowning a little. Was it really that big of a deal? He looked so upset, he thought. He merely listened, quiet.
From what it sounded like, it sounded like he was using him. Making him play over and over... did he dislike it then? So he had been wrong, he thought. "I don't really think you hate it." He replied, glancing at him quietly. He dropped his hand from his hair, resting on the bench as he thought it over. "If you hated it, I don't think you'd still be playing. Right?"
"You don't have to play anymore. You don't have to do anything anymore, you know?" He shifted on the bench, leaning back and looking up at the sky. In the end. He didn't know very much about Seiji at all, did he? And vice versa. "So. Why do you keep playing if you don't have to anymore and if you hate it?"
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Post by SEIJI GIREKI on Feb 24, 2013 17:39:15 GMT -6
He didn't know anymore. He didnt know what he hated, couldn't stand, didn't want. he didn't know. It was true he didn't have to do it anymore. But something kept him doing it. His life used to revolve around basketball so heavily, it was the only thing in his life that he worked hard enough to perfect. The only thing that really... sort of made him feel good. But that blaze in his stomach after a good game was slowly diminishing. No, it had probably disappeared in his last game in high school. It wasn't so long ago.
"Maybe." he said simply, closing his eyes again. He moved to lay across the other's lap. Seiji rested his head on the blonde's leg and heaved a sigh. He didnt have to make himself do it anymore. And that made him happy to finally realize. However...
"I don't know. It's the only thing I'm good at."
Anyone else would have said there was tons of things he could do. The human being was full of unique abilities. Traits and differences that distinguished them from everyone else. But a talent could take years to find. And Seiji just didnt have the drive to search that long.
"It's really hard hating something you used to love."
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Post by ICHIGO TSURUYA on Feb 24, 2013 18:03:50 GMT -6
Wasn't it okay? He must not have hated it... but he wasn't so sure what to say. He had never experienced something like that. Doing something so much. Being used for something like that of all things. It was more important to him than he really let on. Skipping practices. It made sense as to why he ran away from it then, he thought. Of course, he had thought it was only because he was lazy. Which ... he probably was. That was something that he definitely knew about him.
The model merely looked down, offering a very slight smile as moved to brush his hair back. He was a lot cuter than Ichigo gave him credit for. At least when he was tired or something. It was adorable. He probably wouldn't want to hear that from him though. "That's not true. You're good in bed." He teased gently, offering a very slight smile. It had actually been some time since then. He'd only touch him now like this.
"I can agree with that."
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Post by SEIJI GIREKI on Feb 24, 2013 18:10:49 GMT -6
Seiji took a few breaths, merely relaxing his body. He didn't have to worry about his father anymore. He was dead now. And his dad couldn't scold a corpse. Even though there was no doubt in his mind the old geezer thought about it. He didn't have to force himself to practice and keep his skills honed. And he didn't have to ignore the crowd when he knew his father was out there. Not cheering him on. But watching him with that same stern, yet unreadable expression. Seiji could never tell if that man was happy. But he knew all too well when he was disappointed in him.
He gave a light chuckle at Ichigo's small attempt to make things better. This was also why he liked Ichigo. He listened when Seiji was bothered. Even though he didn't really spill his guts to people. Not even Ichigo. But this time around, he couldn't really deny the chance to finally tell someone.
"Ne... Ichigo," he paused, smiling slightly. "Thanks for listening".
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