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Post by mouse on Mar 1, 2009 11:47:24 GMT 9
Courier parked his bike against the gate of the two-story, classy home without the slightest concern of it being stolen. It wasn't terribly expensive, but it was a ten-speed and quite obviously had a survivalist's luck--the dents in its body suggested it'd been hit by a car, backed over on, and then run over again quite a few times... but it still worked. In fact, it had been run over once--but Courier had taken a hammer and banged the dents straight and put the whole thing back together himself. He loved his bike and he was damned if he was going to pay for another one before he had to.
As he walked up to the door he unslung his backpack from around his shoulders and opened the zipper. A quick dig through the various articles, boxes and bags shoved into the equally ratty "lucky pack" brought up a sealed package marked for one Yakano Eiji.
Courier held the package between his teeth and re-zipped his pack. He slung the whole thing over his shoulder and rang the doorbell.
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Post by Ayumu on Mar 1, 2009 12:39:11 GMT 9
He hadn't meant to fall asleep. Honestly, he hadn't. And if he hadn't spent all night studying, and then spent most of the day studying some more, he wouldn't have been. As it was, when the doorbell rang, he swore as he jerked awake (from having fallen asleep on his text book), fell off his chair and onto the ground.
Now, he was awake and more than slightly befuddled. Staggering down the stairs and down the hall, he rubbed absently at his eyes, Nakano Yuuma barely saw the paintings and scrolls on the walls as he moved. Barefoot with a pair of artistically ratty designer jeans and a vintage Rolling Stones tee-shirt that was probably too snug than he usually wore but he was too groggy to care. His hair could definitely have used a brush, but he simply just combed a hand through the tousled curls and yawned.
Opening the door, Yuuma blinked his sleep heavy eyes and immediately (if groggily) wished he'd taken the time to look in a mirror and at least be presentable...and not like what he was. Which was a high school student who'd just woken up from a not-wanted nap.
"Can-" Yuuma cleared his throat so that he didn't swallow his tongue. "Can I help you?"
And please let it involve something explicit and you naked... he thought to himself.
Shame on you, said his morals. At least wait until the third date to eye him like candy...
Then he blinked, and his eyes cleared just a little. Gorgeous man with gorgeous hair, with just plain...gorgeousness.
"Please tell me that you're not a model looking for work? Because it would really suck to tell you that I can't do anything for you..."
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Post by mouse on Mar 1, 2009 12:50:26 GMT 9
As he waited for someone to answer the doorbell--or not, a lot of the people in this neighborhood were sadly childless drones to machine of human existence and rarely left their houses--Courier cracked his neck and shoulders and took in the sight of the gardens laid out to either side of the door. It was fairly traditional Japanese foliage and nothing that said anything about what the Nakano household was like. More's the pity.
Just as Courier was beginning to debate whether he should play tunes on the doorbell for awhile or just take the package back and try again tomorrow, the door opened and a rather tall, skinny kid peeked groggily through said opening. Much to his amusement (as he wasn't a particularly 'short' man by this country's standards), Courier found himself looking up into a pair of bewildered, glass-barricaded eyes.
Eyes that were currently feasting upon quite a bit more than the package Courier was carrying.
A self-confident smirk drew itself upon Courier's lips and he nodded absently to the boy's comment, with a faint chuckle. "I'm going to guess that you're not Eiji, then." The man lifted the folder in his hand and waved it between them, "I've got a package for him. Though if you're implying that I should be on the magazine rack in my unmentionables, I'm afraid I must agree. Sadly there's no justice in this world and I'm stuck peddling your papers to and fro...."
Courier laughed at that moment, "Are you related to him at least? Eiji, that is. I need a signature on this, or I'm going to have to take it back."
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Post by Ayumu on Mar 1, 2009 13:47:57 GMT 9
Yuuma's hormone driven brain skipped a few steps ahead into wakefulness and he blinked again. He so wasn't awake enough for his usual verbal arsenal, so he'd just have to wing it.
"I'm his son...does that mean I get your package??" Yuuma blinked his eyes and smiled innocently, his dimples fluttering with the motion.
One of the few arsenals in his weaponry that he appreciated from his mother. It also put people in the mindset that he was just a pretty face. His papa was a brilliant, brilliant man. Those brains ran in his family, and while he might not be a mind-blowing genius, but he was rather shiny if not (at least one) brilliant. It always caught people off guard, at least in school.
However, his brain hadn't fully awakened yet, and he wasn't operating at full steam. So he was a little at a loss on that stand.
"So...if I don't sign that, you have to take it back? Which means, in turn, you'd have to come back until you do[/b] get a signature?"
He added a tilt to his head, an errant curl falling across his forehead. Another shy smile made his dimples flutter, and he at least attempted to reign in on his teenage libido. Of course, he amended, when any hot blooded homosexual male was greeted with the highly attractive vision before him currently, they'd have been salivating a small sea at their feet.
"So it's in my best interest not to sign the package...right?"
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Post by mouse on Mar 1, 2009 14:03:18 GMT 9
It was all Courier could do to keep himself from snickering at the boy's first question. He had little doubt in his mind that this person was younger than him--still in school he'd wager--but at the moment he felt like something of a teenager himself. No few people had told him that he might as well be, with the choices he'd made in life.
He settled his weight onto one foot, a thumb slipping into one of his pockets as he considered the half-awake and, he made another guess, quite gay boy standing before him. The kid wasn't bad looking, not a little bit.... Without the slightest hint of shame, Courier's eyes roamed over his body and he let his eyebrows lift in appreciation. "That depends on what constitutes as your best interest... and your intentions within those interests, I'm sure."
After a quick calculation, the man smiled up at the kid, put a hand on his chest and pushed him back a step so that he could slip into the house around him. He quickly slipped out of his shoes at the door and walked in a few paces past the entryway, whistling at the decor. "Hm. Nice place y'all got here. Since it doesn't seem like this conversation is going to be a short one, I figure it's better to take it off the street, don't you?"
That charming smile worked it's way onto his lips again, and he waved the package he was still keeping a hold of, "After all, this seems to be quite the bargaining chip right now."
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Post by Ayumu on Mar 1, 2009 14:34:16 GMT 9
He had to admit, Yuuma thought with surprise, he'd been caught off guard with that one. He stared at the man with obscenely long hair in shock before laughing. Wasn't this fun, he thought with another laugh.
Now fully awake, Yuuma grinned widely and motioned the other man further into the house.
"Probably better, in any case." Yuuma nodded towards the package, "But I'm sure papa'd want the package eventually."
Part of him (a rather small part, mind you) told him that he should have probably asked for some sort of identification proving the man was who he said he was, but he didn't imagine courier's got identification of that sort. Besides, Yuuma reasoned, if someone wanted to go after his papa, they'd have done it at the office.
"Would you like something to drink?" Manners forced him to ask as he moved towards the kitchen, completely un-bothered by a stranger in his home. "We have water, juice, pepsi... And then I can sign for your package."
After all, the first nine years of his life, he was surrounded by strangers. His adaptability was as natural as breathing, even years later. Besides...this stranger was hot. Allowances had to be made for hotness factor, he reasoned, glancing over his shoulder.
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Post by mouse on Mar 1, 2009 14:39:15 GMT 9
Even Courier had to be a little surprised at how easy that one was. It wasn't often he could get away with simply barging into someone's home--even someone as young as Yuuma. He chalked it up to being smooth and sexy and let himself eye the boy's rear end as the kid moved around him and further into the house.
"Something to drink would be... good." This was turning out to be a very, very interesting day he reasoned and followed along after the kid. "Water."
They entered the kitchen and he helped himself to a seat at the bar, elbows propped upon the counter as he watched the boy. "So then. Your papa, hm? I'm surprised at that. You're how old...? Twenty? Twenty-one?"
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Post by Ayumu on Mar 1, 2009 14:56:42 GMT 9
"Seventeen," Yuuma said after a little snort as he passed the stainless steel fridge to the cupboards.
His mama had demanded permission to remodel the inside of the house to her specifications, which made it appear like a typical modern Japanese house on the outside, but very western on the inside. Somehow the mixture of his mama's sense of style and his papa's nationality made the house seem rather comfortable for him at least. Taking out a cup, he went back to the fridge to dispense the ice and use the in door water dispenser.
"And yes...my papa. Married to my mama. That's how it usually happens right?" Yuuma said with a teasing smile over his shoulder.
Turning back to the fridge, he finished filling the cup with water and then turned, walking to the bar and placing the cup in front of the courier.
"Unless there's another explanation for 'papa' that I'm not aware of?" He asked with a sweet smile.
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Post by mouse on Mar 1, 2009 15:03:49 GMT 9
"Oh there's quite another explanation alright, but I doubt you'd admit to it if it were true," the man replied without missing a beat. He winked, "It never hurts to check, though. At least, for the cute ones."
Courier took the offered glass with a smile and gulped down half of it. He didn't act like it, but it did get kind of hot biking around town all day. "Seventeen, huh? Wouldn't have guessed." That was a lie, of course. He'd been guessing older on purpose, but he was happy to note that the boy was at least of legal age. This was getting more interesting by the minute. "Now I suppose I could try and wait the master out. It is the weekend, after all... but if I know these business types, he'll probably be holed up in that office till all hours of the night, hm?"
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Post by Ayumu on Mar 1, 2009 15:18:34 GMT 9
Yuuma laughed. A true, from the gut laugh.
"Daddy long legs innuendo aside," Yuuma waved aside the phrase for a man paying for the upkeep of a younger, usually male, 'mistress' with another honest laugh. "Papa is off with mama for a day of frivolity and shopping. Papa for the former, mama for the later. You would be waiting a long time for his return. Of course, I'm never really alone," he added absently, glancing toward the wide, glass doorway that lead to the gardens in the back.
Guards would arrive if he needed them. By the truckload. He sighed deeply at the added protection his papa always put on him whenever they left him alone. It was hardly needed anymore, he groused mentally.
"Would you like some more?" Yuuma asked politely, nodding to the half empty glass in the other man's hand. Which brought another question to mind. "What do I call you, anyways? Biker? Messenger?"
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Post by mouse on Mar 1, 2009 15:23:36 GMT 9
"Courier," he answered with a wide smile, noting that Yuuma certainly didn't look bad laughing. He had, however, caught the glance towards the door and wondered about that. Curiouser and curiouser...
"Thank you, but that's alright." He finished the water and got up to put it in the sink, incidently moving about the bar as he did so and thus coming into proximity of the kid. "And what might I call you?" Courier deposited the glass and turned to lean against the counter, package ever in hand, and made sure as he did that his outstretched feet touched the kid's. "Nakano-san being your father, of course."
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Post by Ayumu on Mar 1, 2009 15:36:51 GMT 9
Yuuma raised an eyebrow at the proximity and smiled slowly with a soft chuckle. With the sun streaming in through the windows, it brightened up the whole house, and just made the green outside glaring and vibrant. It was partially why he'd wanted to stay home today, he admitted. Plus...he could only handle so long with his affectionate parents. With a nod, he answered the other man's question.
"Yes, Nakano-san is my papa. I'm Nakano Yuuma..." He tilted his head to the side. "Courier. Really?" He asked in surprise. "Huh. Either way, call me Yuuma-chan, or Yuu-chan or whatever you'd like. I'm afraid I've developed my mama's habit of rarely using honorifics, except in public."
He shrugged on the last three words and smiled.
"What do you use on your hair?" Yuuma asked with a nod with his head. "It's so long, and I don't see any split ends. And how on earth do you do what you do with it being that long? Aren't you scared of getting it caught in something?"
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Post by mouse on Mar 1, 2009 15:41:45 GMT 9
"Yuu, huh?" Courier tilted his head and smiled. "I like that." Not that it mattered. Then the subject of his beloved hair came up and all was lost.
Reaching behind him, Courier lifted the heavy mass and pulled it lovingly over one shoulder, fingers running through the black strands. "Ohhh this that and the other, really," he said brightly, "Shampoo it every other day, make certain to blow dry. I use moisturizers and body treatments and special shampoo to make sure that the heat doesn't hurt it. You have to be really careful, you know, otherwise you could cause real damage."
He shrugged then and smiled, "That's why I keep it up whenever I go out. If i left it down it would get caught on my bike, but like this it's fine. Regular trims and watching where I sit keeps the ends in tact. ..." He paused, then peered at the kid. "You seem like you know a lot about hair. That's fairly unusual." People did ask about his hair a rather lot, actually, but they were women by the large majority.
"Yes, Courier. I became one and then it stuck."
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Post by Ayumu on Mar 1, 2009 15:51:14 GMT 9
"When your mother was a former supermodel, who smothers you in products you will never use, and treatments that you never have the inclination for, you learn a lot," Yuuma answered after a moment of pleasant surprise at the ease in which Courier used the shortened variation of his name. "She always ends up with free products anyways, and then she goes out and buys more. Rather disconcerting sometimes. There are moments I think she wishes she'd had a daughter. But then my papa would be outnumbered, and all would be lost.
"Heat would be a problem for it, wouldn't it?" Yuuma asked, tilting his head to the side, staring at the deep, dark mass of length. "I imagine the treatments must be costly. Do you do a lot of runs then?"
Couriering must be a better funding job than he'd thought, Yuuma thought with inner surprise. He'd thought about getting a part-time job (he'd even gone so far as to discuss it with his father in the hopes of getting his opinion. So far all things were favorable to the idea, and the local grocery was hiring part-time), so he was curious about other kinds of employment.
"I'm a fairly unusual person," Yuuma said with a casual shrug and a soft smile.
Underneath that however, he mentally winced. Probably more unusual than most people thought, he mentally chastised. But that couldn't be helped. He was what he was, there was no changing that.
"Do you meet a lot of unusual people in your routes?"
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Post by mouse on Mar 1, 2009 15:58:13 GMT 9
Supermodel? This really did become curious. Courier nodded along as if it didn't phase him in the slightest. He shook his head, "it really is a pity, too, because you've got some nice hair up there."
He took the opportunity to push himself off the counter and stand on tip-toe to reach a hand up into Yuuma's hair. He bent closer to get a good look at it and smiled to himself. "She does make sure you keep it up at least. Though I resent the idea that it's girly to take care of one's head." He winked to show that it wasn't taken to heart and laughed a little, dropping back down onto the soles of his feet. "Unusual, perhaps? Interesting... not quite often."
Once again he let his eyes roam over Yuuma, then just as suddenly turned to head back to the door. "BUUUuuuut since you don't seem inclined to sign this, I think I'm just going to have to come back when your papa is home."
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