It's Not Stalking [Tsuyoi or Gakuto/open]

[Lord Sesshomaru]

Tsuyoi couldn't help but notice how awkwardly quiet it was in the store. Usually there was at least one random stranger in the place but not today. He didn't mind the silence though. He was normally the quiet type anyway. Noone else was it seems. He could tell by the way Kouhei was moving around and his small and pathetic try at a conversation. Nice weather? Sure it was for being so cold. Tsuyoi's eyes followed the boy as he made his way to the section of music players. "Why don't you get a zune?" he had to ask. To him, a zune was much better then an ipod.

[Birdie]

"Ah... Senpai!" He blushed and looked at the mp3 players. "A zune? Are they really good?" he inquired. Unlike his dear senpai Kouhei was no good when it came to electronics. In fact, people might say that Kouhei 'failed at them'. And he did. He ever admitted it. "Well, maybe, if my ipod can be salvaged. I loved that thing. Daddy got it for my birthday a couple years back..." He frowned, looking a bit unhappy that his precious mp3 player might really be dead.

That's what happens when you're a slut-I mean clutz. He shifted from foot to foot thoughtfully. "So which one of them would you recommend Senpai?" He tilted his chin to the side and looked at Tsuyoi from the corners of his eyes. A small smile had plastered it's self on Kouhei's pretty pink glossed lips. He moved his purse to his other arm and went back to looking at the mp3 players. "And does it come in purple... Or green, to match my eyes?" He placed a finger tip beside the large, bright green, made up eye in question. It was a playful, silly question, and the widened smile on his lips emphasized the point.

[Aiko]

Renée peered after the pair of Japanese people, attempting to hide behind a wave of bouncy brown hair. Her green eyes followed them as the cute girl and her ridiculous socks [yes, that is and, not with, because apparently the socks are doing it also] flirting with Tsuyoi as they hovered over the mp3 players. Yeah… definitely boyfriend-girlfriend, the American decided, tossing her head as she finally averted her eyes. Or at the very least, SHE wants to be. But why wouldn’t Tsuyoi want her? She was pretty and bubbly and the cutesy baby-doll type that most guys would fawn over. She mulled over this as she stood, shifting her weight from leg to leg and twisting a strand of hair thoughtfully, as she waited for Tomo-san to come back from his secretive, mysterious BACK ROOM.

Where was that man, anyway? They had a transaction to… er… transact! Renée wondered if, since Tomo-san had never actually answered her question about paying later (as in holding on to her mp3 until she had the money), he could do such a thing. They did do that, didn’t they? She hoped they did… or if not “they,” then Tomo-san would. She had two-hundred clams stashed away, but they were all in the bank back home. It would take a bit of time for her to get the money to Japan. How much, she didn’t know. Just like she didn’t know how much damn time it was going to take for this Tomo-san character to come out of that back room! What the hell was he doing in there, anyway?

She didn’t think she wanted the answer to that question.

[Lord Sesshomaru]

Tsuyoi walked to the mp3 players, looking for the zune's over a glass locked door on the bottom shelves. "There's no purple and the green is a little too..." His brows furrowed, trying to explain that green. It was dark, a little too...forest for her. Instead he slight crouched down and pointed to one of the zune boxes, and to the deep green of the one of the zunes.

Gakuto returned and quickly realized Seishuku-sama wasn't in the same place as before; He had moved. And was now conversing with the cross-dresser. He huffed, making his way back to the desk as he placed the ruined ipod down. "It's ruined, you'll have to get a new one." he said, unsurprised. Water was an electronic's worst enemy...or anything liquid. He remembered when Tsuyoi had come in needing a new camera after having it dropped in a cup of juice. How it got dropped, Gakuto dared not ask.

[Birdie]

It was a very dark, unattractive green. He glared at the color. "Why can't it be a pretty lime green." He frowned and shook his head. "What about pink..." His eyes skimmed over the Zune players... When two words killed him.

It's ruined....

His whole world crashed down around his ears. "Noooo!" He shook his head, his bright green eyes watching Gakuto. "It can't be salvaged? That's so horrible." He crumpled dramatically to the floor.

Then his eyes caught it, the most perfect player. It was day-glo orange. He couldn't make out what brand it was, but it was beautiful. He crawled toward it. "Pretty..." he stated, the tears now stopped. He looked up at Tsuyoi. "Is this one any good, senpai?"

His eyes moved toward the mp3 player. "Chee...." he said softly, sighing.

[Lord Sesshomaru]

"Yes, there's a--" he was interrupted as Kouhei was given her bad news. He stared at the boy, his brows furrowed at how overdramatic he was. Yes, his ipod was broken. Oh well. Luckily the drama ended quickly. Tsuyoi glanced at the mp3 player Kouhei was so interested in. He frowned in thought, looking at it. "I've never seen this one before." he didn't really like it, the color wasn't his type so he never had an interest in other music players.

((sorry, it's short))

[Aiko]

Renée was relieved to see Tomo-san finally come out of his back room, but a little irked that he was, apparently, not addressing her. Hey, hadn’t she been there first? According to fairness, shouldn’t she therefore be receiving his attention first? The American started to tap her foot to let the store manager know how annoyed she was getting at his treatment, or lack thereof. He needed to get his priorities straight!

Just then, as the only real girl in the store was in the middle of muttering internally about the injustice in all of it, the quiet store was ripped apart as a feminine voice from behind shrieked! Part Irish as she was, Renée’s first thought that this crazy slut-girl was some sort of banshee. Seriously, what normal human had a lung capacity like that?! Renée turned around to watch the girl and her flirty socks crumple to the floor, looking like the epitome of suffering right then and there. Renée’s own eyes were wide, startled, though her eyebrows were faintly tilted to suggest disapproval at the behavior. Her hand that had been in her hair froze there, a lock stuck between her fingers. Breathing in deeply and giving a look like, “I don’t even want to know what the hell just happened,” the American turned around, back to the store manager, doing her best to put the little slutty/pretty girl/banshee out of her mind.

“Very well then,” she said, sounding baffled yet critical as she addressed Tomo-san. Finally bringing her fingers out of her hair, she kept her arms crossed over her chest still. [ooc: I’m trying to remember what the hell happened to her backpack, and I’m coming up empty.] “Can we return to my problem now, if it would please?” she asked, sounding very much like she was going to jump into her own issues with or without Tomo-san’s consent. She had no idea what the little banshee’s issue was, but she’d rather deal, at the moment, where things sort of made sense. Let her and the pretty boy do their own thing.

[Birdie]

"Uwaaah... Gakuto-sama, when you are done with Big-Boobs-san can I get this one?" He asked looking back behind himself with out getting up from the floor. His bright green eyes sparkled with anticipation. It was good enough for Kouhei.

The transgender boy grinned sheepishly up at Tsuyoi. "Sorry about that. I really loved that ipod." he stood dusting off his knees and hands and grinning as if he had not just suddenly burst into tears at the bad news. Kouhei was a little over dramatic when it came to these things.

He grabbed his purse from it's fallen position on the floor, checked the price of the mp3 player in question. He dug through his purse, pulled out a girly wallet and found the cash there, counted it and nodded, content wit the amount he found. He would have some of his dirty money left over. That he could spend on other things. Like a new pair of shoes or something.

Kouhei's entire attitude seemed to brighten since entering the store. "Thank you so much for your help senpai. But really, that's the one for me... The Zune colors are really mundane... Sorry." He apologized with a weak smile on his face, though with in he glowed with the happiness at having found something that suited him so well.

[Lord Sesshomaru]

Gakuto did his best to ignore the loud cross dresser that dared to be almost as formal with seishuku as Renee. Of course, at least Kouhei was a little bit more polite. But what more could he expect from an American? He sighed scratching the top of his head as he addressed the woman that oh so needed his attention. "Yes, I heard, you wanted to wait to give me the money, that's fine with me." He didn't see why she even thought to say something like that. She didn't have the money now so she wasn't buying one. When that day came it wasn't like all the mp3 players in the store were going to disapear.

Gakuto turned his attention Kouhei was he interrupted their little unneeded exchange. 'Big-Boobs-san?'. As a man with something stated like that he had to check and see if Renee's breasts were in fact big enough to be called such a thing. Huh. With that checked he answered the cross-dresser. "You can get whatever you want as long as you have the money." He said in irritation.

Tsuyoi stood up from his crouching position. Kouhei made his choice and he no longer needed to look at the mp3 players. He didn't reply to the boy, there wasn't really any need to. If anything, he needed to remember why he came here in the first place. For whatever reason it wasn't worth it now when having these two around.

[Aiko]

How absolutely and singularly unprofessional could a place be? It wasn’t as if Renée couldn’t see where Tomo-san’s eyes were, and the nerve of an old man like him to be looking! Okay, so she accepted that guys might give the twins a glance when they first encounter her, but to blatantly just look like that, and long after knowing her, too! Her face had all the shock of the slapped, and all the indignation of one unrightfully so. “Well![/i]” she managed, uncurling her arms just to try pulling her coat out a bit, as if it could hide her generous chest. “I don’t have to speak your damn language to know what you’re saying, you buttface! You old perv![/i]” she squawked shrilly. She spoke in English, but not like she cared if Tomo-san could understand her. It was merely more convenient; she didn’t know Japanese equivalents for buttface and perv.

Renée dipped at the waist to grab up her backpack, which was bunched up against the counter, though of course, in all the hullaballoo over her chest, she forgot how she was probably mooning Tsuyoi and his little girlfriend if they were looking. All the American cared about was sliding her CD player back into her pack and wrestling with the zipper, all the while trying to back clumsily away from Tomo-san. Finally, she was able to sling her backpack over her shoulder and she finished, sounding more hysterical than was probably necessary, “Keep your damn mp3 players. Vous êtes un homme horrible, Monsieur Tomo!” With that, she whisked away from him, wrenching the door open and racing out of that store before that wicked, wicked man could even think to lay his floaty little eyes on her again!

As she flounced down the street, the teenaged girl felt hot tears beginning to form in her ducts, but she tried to scold them back. You can’t get that way with every guy who looks at you funny, she tried to tell herself, but the words rang emptily around her head. Despite any talk, despite any comments, despite her being so damn American, she was very uncomfortable about her body, and hated it when the male half of the population so much as glanced at her in a way that could be interpreted as sexual. Those tears were beginning to leak out of the corners of her green eyes now. She wasn’t sure where she was going right then, other than away; the moisture in her eyes was clouding and blotting everything else.

[Birdie]

Kouhei was laughing silently as Gakuto got chewed out by the American... And the fact she said buttface. He hadn't heard that word since grade school! He didn't think anyone used it anymore! He was proved wrong, of course. When she left Kouhei burst into more audible laughter. "Looks like I got you in trouble Gakuto-sama. But I guess it's your own fault for not looking at her face. It's not like they weren't obvious from the beginning." He laughter died down and he went toward the door. "I'll fix this, lady to lady." Kouhei paused as he was about to step across the thresh-hold. "I'll be back for that mp3 player Gakuto-sama. Don't think you've gotten rid of me yet." He waved cheerily, turned to Tsuyoi, seemed unsure what to do, then waved to him as well.

Kouhei didn't have far to go as the American seemed to create a pathway through the oncoming pedestrians. "Oi! American-san!" Kouhei ran, amazingly well for a boy in heels, and caught up with the girl. "Hey, don't cry now." Kouhei gently touched the girl's arm. "I'm sure Gakuto-sama didn't mean it. He's a pretty clueless guy, especially when it comes to women. Tsuyoi-senpai is probably taking care of his right now. For some reason that old toad listen's to everything Tsuyoi-senpai says. And he dislikes me for what ever reason. Maybe because I'm friends with his precious Seishuku-sama!" Kouhei giggled. "You know... I'd kill to have a guy look at me like that. But I lack anything that resembles breasts." He placed his hands over his depressingly flat chest to emphasize this. He got strange looks from the other people around. Partly because of his strange outfit and partly because of his actions.

"Come on, we'll got to my favorite cafe. They make great ice cream that always cheers me up!" Kouhei hooked arms with the girl.

[Lord Sesshomaru]

Wait, what just happened? Gakuto was dumb-founded, too shocked at what was happening to really realize he had even done something wrong. Including since most of what she was saying was in a different language. Why couldn't they just speak the normal language here?! Was she really that mad just because he looked? Kouhei was the one who said it!! Why couldn't she get mad at cross-dresser?? Why was it always on him? Gakuto sighed sadly-mostly feeling sorry for himself- as Renee left. There goes one customer.

Gakuto glared at Kouhei as he spoke. Yes, the boy did get him in trouble!! This was no laughing matter! Although he was sad to see that Tsuyoi had a humorous smirk on his face. That just made it worse.

Tsuyoi watched with silence, glad to find some entertainment in the place. The boring, boring electronic's store. Of course, once the 'girl's' were gone, it went back to being boring. Except Gakuto. He was whining and complaining to himself. Even so, Tsuyoi found it wasn't as humorous as those two. Should he follow them? No, that would be too wierd. He was bored though, and there wasn't anything else to do. They were coming back, right? Besides, how was Kouhei going to comfort that crazy Renee? Nah, he still wasn't going to go.

[Aiko]

Renée was just a time bomb waiting to explode, wasn’t she? She reflected over this sadly as she lifted a hand to rub the tears that boiled out of her eyes. Her backpack felt so heavy, like it was dragging her down, down, down into the sewers. The American halted in the middle of the sidewalk, hardly conscious of the people parting to either side of her as if she was carrying the plague and not just a weighty bag. And as she stood there, snuffling and wondering what the hell Tsuyoi and his little girlfriend thought of her now (since she didn’t particularly give a crap about Tomo-san), she heard a decidedly feministic voice from behind.

The American girl didn’t have to turn around, because suddenly the person who dubbed her “American-san” was at her side, touching her arm. Renée didn’t like to be touched by strangers any more than being looked at by them, and pulled her arm away with a flush as she turned to look at the girl. Lo and behold, it was Tsuyoi’s little slut! Of course, considering the gentle tone of voice she was using, maybe Renée was being unfair to think of her as a slut. The girl and her crazy socks spoke too fast for the American to understand, but she picked out occasional words and understood the cadence well enough. Though she didn’t understand half of what the Japanese girl was trying to say, Renée watched for gestures, including an odd pat to the chest that she didn’t understand right away. But when she did, the tall brunette flushed a little darker. Had Tomo-san been so obvious?

Just then, as the smaller girl was jabbering away about going someplace, Renée felt her arm tugged by the smallish feminine person. “Say what now?[/i]” she mumbled, glancing at the white-haired girl and forgetting to use the Japanese vernacular. She didn’t like making a lot of physical contact with a complete stranger; hell, she was uncomfortable around a person until she’d known them for a solid year, generally speaking! (It was no small wonder, then, that she’d made absolutely no progress with anybody at her Japanese school.) But this girl was persistently friendly and, what with everything that was going on, Renée didn’t have the mental capacity to tell herself to pull away a second time.

The brunette’s mind was struggling, despite the difficulty, to figure out what was going on. She came up mostly empty, with one small thing to reply to. “I have a name, you understand,” she said, speaking slowly because she had turned back to using Japanese. “My name is Renée Donovan… or Donovan Renée. Japanese names make me to not understand. What is your name?” The American had no idea where they were going with this, because she had no idea where they were going in general. Still, she offered little resistance to whatever the girl made her do.

[Birdie]

"That's okay. I understand English to. Most Japanese people do. It's sort of a required class." He spoke in flawless English, his bright green eyes trained on a 'don't walk' sign. "I lived in America from the fourth grade until last year. That's a total of seven years in America." The little light turned green and Kouhei crossed the street dragging the American, newly named Renée

"I'm Kouhei, Mitska Kouhei. You can call me Kouhei-chan. Pretty much everyone else does. Except for senpai and Gakuto-sama." A little down the block Kouhei paused in front of a very plain looking cafe. The boy grinned and turned to Renée. "Ah, here we are. Mari's." Kouhei then dragged the American into the shop with out further ado.

Inside the shop was simple yet elegant. It was really a strange place for the colorful Kouhei to enjoy so much. It was probably because Kouhei wasn't always so colorful. Sometimes he dressed like a boy. Sometimes he dressed down. Today he had just felt like getting all prettied. Which he was glad of because he had met his precious Tsuyoi-senpai.

"Humm... Take a seat. What would you like? They make an amazing green tea and peach ice cream." He suggested this because it always made him feel better when he was down... which was a lot more often than he showed himself to be.

Once he had what ever it was she wanted he went up, ordered, and used some of his 'dirty money' to pay for it. He waited a few minutes by the counter, shamelessly flirting, with out even realizing it, with the young cashier behind the counter. Kouhei was just so innocent of his own odd charms that he did not know he was seducing the poor thing. When the order came up Kouhei took it and set Renée's in front of his and sat down across from her.

"So, I take it you little spazz in the store had something to do with an uncomfortableness with your own body?" Kouhei shook his head. "Really, I'm quite jealous of girl's who can afford to feel embarrassed when they look so amazing! I wish I had your body type. Instead I'm this skinny little boob-less stick." He pulled at the skin on his skinny arms to prove his point. "Absolutely no fat or muscle. Just skin and bone." It wasn't really his fault, as he suffered from different medical problems. One of them had been what turned his hair that pretty silvery color. "That's right Renée-chan. I'm jealous of you!"

After a moment's pause in which Kouhei sampled his favorite pick-me-up ice cream he said "All right, enough about me. I'm supposed to be helping you with feeling a bit better and all I'm doing it blabbering on... I talk entirely too much. Sorry about that." Kouhei flushed and shifted in the chair, giving the 'other' girl a flustered smile.

[Aiko]

Caught up in Kouhei-chan’s life story, Renée was quickly forgetting the little fiasco in the electronics store. As they waited at the crosswalk, the American struggled with mental math. That means she’s… what, in eleventh grade? Dang, and she’s so puny! she mused to herself. Still, she couldn’t help being attracted to the flashily pretty girl’s open friendliness to a spastic American. It was a great change from Tsuyoi’s coldness, or Tomo-san’s annoyed meanness. The tall brunette listened with patience shocking for such a spaz until they reached their destination.

At Kouhei-chan’s “here we are,” Renée glanced up, surprised. There already? And this place was so plain! But that was just fine with a girl who needed some soothing calmness. She willingly followed the other girl inside, and she sat down when she was told to, just listening and thinking to herself. At the smaller girl’s question, Renée started slightly. “Oh, um… just tea, thanks,[/i]” she answered, using sociable English. “Whatever’s cheapest, I guess.[/i]” When the Japanese girl headed up to order, the American pulled off her backpack and rooted around in it, looking for her purse. She pulled out the heavily-sequined black bag, which had been crushed by a couple textbooks, and glanced up to see how much she owed Kouhei-chan. As she did, she happened to see the girl with those outrageous socks flirting with the cashier. So she is a slut, Renée concluded, then allowed, But a nice one.

When Kouhei-chan returned with Renée’s beverage, the American already had the owed sum out of her purse and on the table, and she slid the coins over to the “nice slut.” “Thanks,[/i]” she managed to squeeze in before Kouhei-chan was off again, talking.

And when she did, the brunette felt her face flush; she could just picture her sparse freckles disappearing under an onslaught of crimson. For the same unknown reason as most other teenage girls, she both loved and hated people complimenting her body. Still, she had to disagree. She had more nice features than bad features, she supposed, trying to think objectively, but she still had her faults! “I’m not—[/i]” she tried to say, but Kouhei-chan was still jabbering. As she turned the subject to herself, Renée tried to disagree again. “But you’re—[/i]” she began before she realized the chatty Japanese girl wasn’t quite finished, and the American’s voice faded away. Her blushing didn’t, though. You’d think her head was about to explode, how red it was turning.

By the time Kouhei-chan really was finished, Renée felt winded just from trying to keep up with the conversation. “That’s fine,[/i]” she finally managed, feeling breathless. She took a quick swig of tea and dropped the cup back on the table. An inhale and an exhale, and Renée was able to flash a grin over at Kouhei. “My turn,[/i]” she said mischievously, and dove right in.

“Okay, first of all, DON’T call me Renée-chan. I hate Renée, and nobody calls me that ‘cept teachers and people who don’t really know me. Please just call me either Ren or Donny. Either works.[/i]” With the easy stuff out of the way, the tall girl picked up her tea for another sip before continuing. “And don’t say anything bad about yourself, ‘kay? You’re freakin’ gorgeous, and if anybody should be jealous here, it’s me.[/i]” With a grin, Renée added, “Gorgeous and in possession of the most amazing socks ever. You gotta tell me where you got those things.[/i]”

“And about boobage,[/i]” Ren continued, dropping her cup again and shrugging, “is it too much to ask for a guy to look you in the eyes? When you’ve got a chest, nobody takes you seriously. Like, ever. It’s really annoying. And my boobs came with a butt.[/i]” The curvaceous girl paused for a dramatic sigh, and then another smile.

“So where do you go to school, Kouhei-chan?[/i]” the other girl asked, drinking intermittently now. “Can’t be where I go, I’d’ve remembered you. Y’know, a bunch of black hair, and suddenly this little silvery spot in the crowd.[/i]”