that_cat_that_hates_leeks: (Yo.)
Kyo Sohma ([personal profile] that_cat_that_hates_leeks) wrote in [community profile] mayfield_logs2012-03-13 05:33 pm

Bringing the old to the new, [Closed]

Who: Satou Kuroneko ([personal profile] priceofmagic) & Kyo Sohma ([personal profile] that_cat_that_hates_leeks)
What: Hanging out, enjoying some malts and shakes while taking a tour of the town. Also some unexpected discussions.
Where: The Malt Shop, then Kyo walks Satou home.
When: 3/12, after this thread, after classes.
Warnings: Some language (it's Kyo, what do you expect?)

The two arrived at the malt shop, Satou wanting to treat Kyo on being new to Mayfield. There was a lot he found difficult to work with in his two days of being here, but despite his usual tendencies he endured, somehow. The two looked over the menu as they had just gotten there.

The stares of the drones kept bothering him, though. He knew he wasn't normal, and even without his secret nature from his past life, he kept his hair color. Although, looking at his bare wrists, seeing that he didn't have to deal with his past for now almost entirely balanced it out. It was like a new take on his life, a well-needed breather. The drones were creepy as heck, all the same.
priceofmagic: (that's a skull on my neck)

[personal profile] priceofmagic 2012-03-23 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
Satou listened. Standing very still, with her gaze directed at the house rather than at Kyo. It wasn't as if this was the first time she'd heard something as kind as this. She could no longer keep track of the number of people who had offered to hear her problems, to be her support, and to never forget her. That same number was the amount of people who forgot her. It was the same as the number of times she'd had her trust broken by something so mysterious as memory.

"... I see." Her voice was soft. There was no tremble of the tears that she wanted to cry, nor was there any trace of the pain she was feeling. It was worse than being stabbed over and over; she knew. She had the experience to compare it to. Satou clenched and relaxed her fist. Inhaled and exhaled. Then turned to Kyo again, smiling her best. "I'm not sure you want to say that. You don't know very much about me."

It annoyed him? She was annoying?
Annoying
annoying
annoying.

The word repeated, molded, lost meaning in her head. Her hard work, wasted
wasted.

"I'm afraid I've no reason to complain. My situation is as it should be. I'm far too lucky to be allowed to do such a thing."