Post by hiryuu Mihai on Sept 7, 2011 18:56:16 GMT -6
The night before Mihai had been out drinking. It was a Friday and two second year girls had asked him to help them confess to the same third year boy. It had taken him hours to the boy alone with the each girl without anyone realizing it. He wasn’t going to admit it was fun. But he would admit that he’d like to have someone care about him that way. He’d like for a girl to want him, to be happy at the thought of him smiling at her. He’d thought about such things the entire day and decided to drown the thoughts away in alcohol. He must had gone through several bottles of sake and other strong drinks; because when the phone woke him, he couldn’t remember the sunset but the receipt in his pocket had scared him a little.
Searing pain he hadn’t felt in years scorched his mind, dulled only by the blankness of sleep and the cool air of his apartment. The answer he thought he’d receive when he picked up his phone was definitely different from what he actually received. His sister had this gift for just knowing when something was off before he even answered. Her comment to take some aspirin before they had their conversation didn’t even faze him.
What she had to tell him after did though. There would be an art showing in Tokyo that evening and she wanted him to be there. Only God knew all of the reasons she wanted him to be there, but he’d go. She was his sister, his blood, and there was nothing more important to him at that time than to do as she asked.
And there he was, standing around in that awful, constricting, gaudy, monkey suit. And the women couldn’t stop staring at him. He’d made sure his hair was combed properly; he’d shaven before leaving applied cologne. The whole gallery was lined with art he’d either seen before or heard his sister talk about on one of her random calls. They were all colorful and bright. He’d doubted that there’d be another chance for him to see most of them. From the corner of his eye he recognized several types of clothing that was definitely not from Japan, most of which he could probably guess the region if asked.
Of the guests, there were a few that were eyeing him, most of them being women between twenty and forty of European descent. But honestly he couldn’t tell whether they were watching him because of the horrible clothes he was wearing or if they had more dubious intent. The stares only left him feeling a little warm around the collar. He’d arrived earlier than he intended to, and knew that he was going to regret it. But the snack bar was looking him in the eye and it knew that he knew that it had delicious, undeniably amazing foods that his sister had picked just for him. He could even smell the unusually large “finger” sandwiches with grilled chicken that he always found at her art shows. He’d not had time to eat yet after taking his usual rituals of preparing for one of these shows. He needed to look the part of the rich little brother mooching off his sister instead of the Quincy “day-lighting” as a Janitor at Karakura High School.
He gently stuffed a sandwich into his mouth and chewed till it turned to something akin to mush and swallowed. Mihai had been waiting all day for this event to start. After all that time he was assuming that his sister wouldn’t appear. He’d thought that if he hadn’t seen or heard her by the time the event was nearly full that he’d be her representative for the evening.
Fingers slowly closed around one shoulder. “Hey little brother~” For all the good she was, Amelia chose then to appear. “I cannot believe that you actually made it.” He couldn’t even tell if she was picking on him at that point. Not that he could turn to see if she was making faces at him, with those steel claws around his shoulders.
“Hey sis, great show right?”
Searing pain he hadn’t felt in years scorched his mind, dulled only by the blankness of sleep and the cool air of his apartment. The answer he thought he’d receive when he picked up his phone was definitely different from what he actually received. His sister had this gift for just knowing when something was off before he even answered. Her comment to take some aspirin before they had their conversation didn’t even faze him.
What she had to tell him after did though. There would be an art showing in Tokyo that evening and she wanted him to be there. Only God knew all of the reasons she wanted him to be there, but he’d go. She was his sister, his blood, and there was nothing more important to him at that time than to do as she asked.
And there he was, standing around in that awful, constricting, gaudy, monkey suit. And the women couldn’t stop staring at him. He’d made sure his hair was combed properly; he’d shaven before leaving applied cologne. The whole gallery was lined with art he’d either seen before or heard his sister talk about on one of her random calls. They were all colorful and bright. He’d doubted that there’d be another chance for him to see most of them. From the corner of his eye he recognized several types of clothing that was definitely not from Japan, most of which he could probably guess the region if asked.
Of the guests, there were a few that were eyeing him, most of them being women between twenty and forty of European descent. But honestly he couldn’t tell whether they were watching him because of the horrible clothes he was wearing or if they had more dubious intent. The stares only left him feeling a little warm around the collar. He’d arrived earlier than he intended to, and knew that he was going to regret it. But the snack bar was looking him in the eye and it knew that he knew that it had delicious, undeniably amazing foods that his sister had picked just for him. He could even smell the unusually large “finger” sandwiches with grilled chicken that he always found at her art shows. He’d not had time to eat yet after taking his usual rituals of preparing for one of these shows. He needed to look the part of the rich little brother mooching off his sister instead of the Quincy “day-lighting” as a Janitor at Karakura High School.
He gently stuffed a sandwich into his mouth and chewed till it turned to something akin to mush and swallowed. Mihai had been waiting all day for this event to start. After all that time he was assuming that his sister wouldn’t appear. He’d thought that if he hadn’t seen or heard her by the time the event was nearly full that he’d be her representative for the evening.
Fingers slowly closed around one shoulder. “Hey little brother~” For all the good she was, Amelia chose then to appear. “I cannot believe that you actually made it.” He couldn’t even tell if she was picking on him at that point. Not that he could turn to see if she was making faces at him, with those steel claws around his shoulders.
“Hey sis, great show right?”