Of Dragons and Flowers

Krios

POSTED: Wed Jan 02, 2019 12:19 am

Alternate Universe – Human – Japanese Highschool Anime


Summer; evening (+724)

Kamari is wearing this yukata.

The bet was supposed to have been a joke.

At least, in the beginning, it had been. A week prior, towards the end one of their archery practices, someone had made a comment on who was the better shot, Kamari or Krios. Jokes and goading comments had been made to entice the two to go head-to-head in a—at the time—harmless competition. Eventually, Kamari had caved, if only to cease their pestering. And as they had made their first few shots, she and Krios had each spoken their “prizes” for if they won the bout.

If Kamari won, Krios would owe her a new bow. It was a ridiculous wager, and one she had no intention of forcing the Revlis to carry out, him being from a rich family or not. The main purpose of it was more for teasing him with later anyway.

Krios’ wager had been what had riled up the team though. He had worded it in a manner that was both confident and joking, and Kamari had scoffed at him for his choice. For whatever reason, if he won, he wanted her to go with him to the annual fireworks festival. It had been a silly want for his winning, but, had apparently unnerved her somewhere deep down.

She should have never taken the bet.

Honor had her there now, shifting uncomfortably at their—more his—chosen meeting place for the festival. Kamari stood off to the side though, more into the shadows and cover of a nearby tree than out in the open to be seen; not like she wanted to be after what she'd come to quickly realize while standing there and waiting for him. Of course, the jerk would choose the fountain. And, of course, it would be a popular meeting spot for just about every lovestruck couple in the city too.

Kamari and Krios weren't a couple though. And when she saw his smug face, she was going to kill him.

Aside from the awkwardness of trying to not look like she was waiting for a significant other, the area in general was crowded, and the yukata that she wore did not help to sooth her irritated unease. It was not only feminine, but, it was restrictive compared to her usual attire. Given the chance, she would have gladly worn her school uniform with its skirt than the traditional garment. At the very least, in the uniform, she could still run around or move as she pleased.

The pretty garment had been a gift from her godfather though, and her parents had insisted she wear it when they’d caught wind that their secretive and tomboy daughter was actually going to dress up for the festival that year. The quality of the yukata was beyond anything her parents could have afforded on their income. The cotton material was light enough for the warm summer evening, and definitely not made from cheap labor. The print design was intricate, and had the look of a handmade commission rather than something that was a mass-produced product. Chrysanthemums and camellia flowers of varying shades of pink and red decorated the material on an ebony backdrop. A soft, cream-colored obi tied off the look, as, with her short hair, Kamari had refused to wear any sort of hair ornaments. The sandals had been the true bane of it all though. She couldn’t be anywhere near as mobile in them.

She felt out of her element, standing there, waiting for her friend. In any other instance, she wouldn't have been caught dead wearing either a kimono, yukata, or any other fancy dress-like attire. Kamari wouldn't be one to let her pride or honor take a hit just because she didn't like the outcome of a bet though. And...besides, Krios was her friend. The evening would probably go as any other did. She'd just be in a ridiculous outfit.

Kamari let out a soft sigh, wishing that she could become one with the shadows around her. She prayed that nobody from their school saw her or her with Krios whenever he finally arrived. She already felt foolish being all dressed up. The last thing she wanted was for rumors to be spread about something that wasn’t there too.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 02, 2019 9:03 pm

He didn't think he was going to win. He really didn't. It had been mostly a joke, a way to get under Kamari's skin. It was so easy to get a thorn in here and there, like it was his day job, that it was just not something he could have ever passed up on. The sad reality was that it had been perceived as a joke between the lot of them, especially the short girl with more balls than any of the rugby players had. It was never supposed to be serious, because he figured Kamari would never take it seriously. It wasn't even in the realm of what went on in her headspace, or so he assumed. Miss Scholarship Girl had much more important things to worry about than him.

Unfortunately for the both of them, Krios had a very good day and Kamari was severely off her prime game. Truthfully, they were relatively well matched, but something had shattered her resolve that day and he ended up winning by a scant margin to the sneers and snickers of his peers.

He had played it up then, shrugging off the fact he had essentially won a date. He insisted, when asked, that it wasn't a real date. Krios jostled and nudged them back, laughing the way boys did, and ribbed Brocade in response to his eyebrow waggles and winks.

Of course, he was actually a hot mess of a nervous wreck when the day approached alarmingly fast and he found himself staring at the headrest in front him as he sat in the car. The driver, a family employee, raised a brow in the rear-view mirror but said nothing as he waited for the sometimes precocious bastard son to finally get it together enough. The man had been in their employ for several years and, like the rest of them, knew that he had his whims and fancies as all rich kids did. Though, he never actually yelled or insulted them as some of the rest may have, so they tolerated his weird preoccupations with a shake of the head. That and they were hourly, so the overtime was usually a bonus.

"You're going to be late, sir," said the man finally as the digital clock on the dashboard changed yet one more number. The car was off, the touchscreen display black and reflecting the streetlights nearby. Krios scrunched up at the sudden noise before exhaling sharply, inhaling rapidly, and straightening his back.

"Right, right. Can't keep her.. waiting..," he said, confidence dragging down again and he practically deflated in the mirror. The driver nearly sighed when the young man lunged forward, gripping the seat's shoulder's rather than grabbing the man. He may have been impulsive and kind of rebellious in that classless sort of way, but he was not about to lay a hand on an employee, not even his physical trainers. Except when they boxed and he missed wildly.

"But what if she realizes it's kind of like a date? But like, it's not a date, date, right? So why would it be a date if she doesn't think it's a date?" The man blinked over his shoulder, trying his best to hold in his laughter, giving him an extremely constipated look.

"Do you think it's a date?" asked the man, clearly against his better judgement as Krios's eyes widened, his cheeks puffed out and he let out a loud groan that might as well have been a wail.

"No! Obviously not! That's crazy! I'll text you when I need to be picked up! Good night, Mr. Tanaka!" he replied curtly, in a loud voice, as he scrambled to get out of the car. He slammed the door to the decidedly expensive Lexus and straightened his button down black shirt with the sleeves loose and rolled up past his elbows and not tucked into designer jeans. At a glance, he did still somewhat fit in with the rest of the locals, going to the festival. However, the attire that covered him, head to toe, was expensive for most of the people around him. Saint Laurent, Zegna, Armani, Givenchy. These were things that no one in their right mind would waste precious yen on, but Krios had cash to burn and burn it he did.

But there was no question that he at least knew how to look unassuming, even if his shoes might have cost the average person a month's wages to purchase. At least he didn't have Gucci sunglasses to add to his simple - yet somehow horrendously expensive - wardrobe that night.

He took a rattling deep breath as the car window rolled down behind him. Warily, he turned to look over his shoulder. Mr. Tanaka was giving him a thumbs up. "Relax, sir, the girl is your friend?" Krios nodded. "Just think of it as hanging out." He nodded yet again. The window rolled up and the car near-silently started, headlights flaring up as the car drove off and rounded a corner.

Krios rubbed at his eyes, and walked the last two blocks to the festival. He had certainly not wanted a fuss made with an expensive car dropping off a (stunning) young man. He even ran his hand though his hair to make it seem even less put together than before, which only had the effect of making him seem more windswept.

All in all, he looked like he was on a date.

The light and noise of the festival was audible and visible from where he had gotten out of the car, but it was truly more than he expected when he finally rounded the corner to the park grounds. His eyes glittered with the various lanterns and candles and lights that glittered in the main alleyway of shops, stands, and stalls. A large crowd had gathered and mosied through the pathways, people pausing at stalls and getting takoyaki. His mouth started drooling somewhat when the scent of roasting yakitori and frying gyoza. He had missed lunch thanks to his nerves of (jelly) steel.

But food had to wait. He looked at his Gucci watch. He was actually on time for a change, but picked up the pace regardless. The sound of the fountain splashing told him that he was heading in the right direction, though the smell of melon and pineapple wafted toward him from a nearby ice stand.

Goddamnit.

Food had to wait. His brows furrowed as he approached the fountain, the splashing loud and insistent. Where.. was Kamari? Did she back out of their deal? He doubted she would, but going to a festival with him - even as a friend - was hardly something she probably wanted. Their group of friends were not quite so provincial as that, or so Elphaba would likely insist even as she would order them all to attend one. Thankfully, the red-eyed girl hadn't intruded, too amused at the idea of Kamari's solitary suffering. Poor peasant girl, forced to share a day with a spoiled rich boy. Her idea of a lark.

There was a girl with short hair in a yukata - a decidedly nice one - standing nearby, but that statement contradicted so many things that it did not occur to him that Kamari was the girl with short hair in a nice yukata. Because Kamari didn't wear yukatas.

Oh god, it was Kamari with her short hair in a nice yukata waiting for him.

Krios' eyes widened again and he could feel the flush rising in his face somewhat, but he tapped it out with insistent fingers. No, not today, Satan!

He stuffed his hands into his expensive jean pockets - which had ample hand space despite the fact they were exorbitantly expensive. His phone weighed heavily in his back pocket and he remembered it was there. He whipped it out and shot off a quick text to Kamari, who probably really hated the fact he managed to get her email.

"I think I'm looking at a pretty girl in a yukata but I sure as hell don't see you. Where you at?" he said in the message, staring intently up the moment his finger hit send, face illuminated blue by the light of his screen.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 03, 2019 1:32 am

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This post is heavy with Japanese lingo! I made use of hovers to help! Also, have fun with all of the things that were translated over for this AU or were throw backs to the canon!Kamari’s life!

Some part of her had hoped that Krios would not show up. If he didn’t come, she could berate him for it later. At least, then, she wouldn’t have to live with the embarrassment of him seeing her in such a feminine outfit. However, some part of her—a small, quiet voice that always lingered at the edges of her thoughts—knew that, if he didn’t show up, it would also hurt. There were times where she still felt like an outsider at Salsola, even as fortunate—or unfortunate—as she was to have gained the friendship of the group that she had. To be stood up by him…it still would have put a dark feeling in her chest, no matter how high she held her chin and said otherwise.

She closed her eyes and took a calming breath. If he didn’t come though, he didn’t come. Not like she cared… She could have just enjoyed the festival on her own, could have maybe found O’Riley or Khael and Katinka amongst the masses. Maybe even Brocade. He would have loved this sort of thing, especially with all the food and little game stalls that he could have easily won with his athletic talents. Elphaba surely would have been there too, and likely would have looked stellar as ever.

The thought of their friends and what antics they may have been up to during this festival brought a small, humored smile to her lips.

A familiar, cute, yapping bark suddenly disturbed her thoughts. Kamari blinked, her brows furrowing and her smile morphing into a confused frown. She pulled her kinchaku up from where it had hung from one of her wrists.

The little carrying bag was a golden-tan coloration, decorated with varying forms of the Maneki-neko. It had been a gift from her father in her youth; given both because of the meaning behind the infamous depiction, and because of Kamari’s love for her cats, Ishi and Menou.

Kamari pulled the bag open and dug out her cellphone. It was one of the few, more expensive luxuries that her parents had purchased for the twins. A small, acrylic, kitsune mask keychain hung from it, making the item more personalized to Kamari herself. The screen came to life as she hit the button to unlock it. In a banner scrawled across the screen, she had a unread message from Krios.

She unlocked her phone to read the message in its entirety. A few taps brought up their running log of conversations with one another, and as her cornflower blue eyes roved over the words he’d sent her, she felt a strange tingle run up her spine—a feeling that she decidedly chose to ignore. Despite her instinctive reaction to look for him, Kamari resisted the urge. Knowing him, he had probably already spotted her, and he was just trying to be funny now. In fact, she was almost sure of it as she recognized the feeling of being watched.

Haha, you’re SO hilarious. Quit messing around, idiot

Kamari typed out, her sharp eyes lifting from her phone to methodically search the throng of people with a cold stare. Amongst the moving bodies, she eventually found him, and their eyes locked even across the distance. Giving him her biggest scowl, she held up her phone where he could see it and hit the send button. In one fluid motion, she locked and deposited her cellphone back into her kinchaku and sealed the bag up once more.

She moved then, her smaller figure lost to the sea of moving people and brightly colored garments. The Kaiser navigated the crowd with ease and efficiency, able to asses her given avenues of proceeding forward and reacting accordingly as gaps opened and closed up as the festival goers moved around her. Eventually, she made it across, and she gave Krios a very unimpressed look as she drew close enough to speak with him.

“You didn’t tell me that I’d have to suffer watching people kiss and smother each other while I waited for you here,” she greeted, her tone full of—partially—playful irritation. She gave his attire a cursory glance, not wanting to let her eyes linger for too long should he decide to try to get under her skin like he was notorious for doing.

He looked…expensive. Sure, his usual, casual attire was not exactly cheap either, but, tonight, he looked like he had picked out the best from his wardrobe. Sharp, crisp, though, with a bit of rebellion from an otherwise well-dressed look with his untucked shirt. His long and often neatly-kept hair was tussled, giving him the appearance of what—Kamari was sure—other girls at their school would deem, “roguishly handsome.”

“I’ve held up my end of the bet,” she reminded him with a forced sigh of exasperation. Kamari looked away from him, pretending to be distracted by the going-ons around them. She was still ignoring the adjectives that he’d used in his earlier text. “So, where to, winner boy?” She pulled a face as a couple near them spoke cheesy pickup lines to one another before engaging in a unnecessarily long and sloppy kiss. “And make it quick.”

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POSTED: Thu Jan 03, 2019 8:38 pm

Krios watched her reach into her traditional purse and pull out a cellphone. No Japanese youth worth their salt would fail to have one, especially when they were so easily obtainable and cheap to get for the average student. Most parents provided them anyway, since they were useful. The fact that Kamari had a more expensive one was surprising, but he had never really commented on it to her face. Somehow, that seemed a little rude to ask how she had a pricier phone than he expected. Kind of sounded like a rich kid out of touch with reality and "commoners".

Granted, even his was relatively common and unobtrusive. A blinged out phone kind of seemed pointless when there would be another model the next year and that was relatively affordable to get every year. Rich kid alert.

His lips spread into a wide smirk the moment her eyes finally locked on his, especially when that trademark eat-shit scowl slapped itself on her face. She gestured to her phone and a moment later, after a short delay, came her reply. He looked at it and chuckled, before pocketing his phone into his decidedly bourgeois pant pocket. A quick tug to the hem of his untucked shirt and he maneuvered through the throng of people.

He passed gaggles of girls in yukatas giggling to themselves as a handful made passing glances his way. Some talked to one another behind the long sleeves tucked upward. More than one male teenager (and college kid) gave him nearly threatening looks, as though challenging him to try anything with their dates. Their concerns were, naturally and obviously, unfounded. Honestly, it could just as easily have been all in his imagination, a narrative composed in his head; he read far too many comics than was good for a person's brain, really. His shelves were filled with, perhaps, too many, but he was hardly going to fill them with intellectual pieces like The Three Kingdoms. Though, he did quite like the games that came from those books.

Kamari, too, moved to meet him somewhere between where he texted her and the fountain's edge. Her spot was promptly taken by a parenting duo and their kindergartener offspring in her own little yukata eager to take selfies and photos of the sparkling, lit up fountain. He nearly shot them an envious glance before Kamari came up to him with her usual spitfire commentary.

It gave him only the shortest of opportunities to properly take in her appearance. It was a truly well made yukata, none of that mass-produced nonsense half the people around them were wearing. It was fine work and he bet he could figure out exactly who had given it to her.

"It'll just make the rest of the night an improvement, then," he assured her, half-smirking at her. It could only mean the night would go up from there if she was so miserable seeing couples giving voracious PDA. She did not even offer him any words of condescension for his choice of attire, which meant she either didn't bother looking, didn't care, or could find no fault with his decisions. Regardless, he was definitely going to blend in, for the most part.

Krios, though, was somewhat displeased that she gave him no fodder to work with. His heart was hammering somewhat in his chest because it gave him a moment to look at her. Oh, god, the blood was rushing in his ears a little too loudly and he was terribly thankful the lighting was somewhat dim and warmer than in the daylight; his ears felt somewhat warm and were very likely pink.

But he was back at it promptly, collecting himself as he often had to with the sort of school they both attended. It was cutthroat and he was not inexperienced, after all.

Kamari looked away, pulling faces at a nearby couple kissing rather loudly, giggling and all sorts of things. Clearly, new couple. Jealousy tugged too hard and he leaned forward, face terribly close to her ear. "Envious, little Kaiser? That's not off the table if you were interested," he offered boldly in a decidedly soft whisper, before he straightened quickly, as though he had never even suggested it.

He was smirking, looping up and around, well over Kamari's head so that she could not see just how red his face probably got. "I'm hungry and I see kushiyaki over there," he said, gesturing to a stall with plenty of steam rising from it and a crowd of people waiting in front of it. Without waiting for a response, Krios took off in that direction, pulling out a pair of five hundred yen coins from a front pant pocket.

Disappearing into the collective, he emerged with two sticks of skewered pork, grinning ear to ear as he found his not date. Beaming, he offered her the kushiyaki, like a child would off up a craft to its mother.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 06, 2019 2:52 am

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Ever observant, she didn’t miss how his vibrant eyes quickly took in her figure when they came into view of one another. Whatever his assessment of her very un-Kamari-like attire, he did not let it be known—at least, not in that moment. She was thankful for it. He didn’t question how she’d come to obtain the traditional garments. He didn’t question how her lower-income parents could have afforded such a thing. He didn’t cruelly mock how she looked in it. He didn’t gloat about his winnings from their bet.

It was one of the reasons why Kamari didn’t mind his friendship. For being a rich kid, he still respected her as a human being and treated her like an equal despite the decidedly large gap in their family’s social statuses.

He was still as insufferable as ever though.

Krios smirked and reassured her at her voiced agonies of what she had been forced to endure before his arrival. It made her nose crinkle as she let out a sharp exhale. “Tch, I’d hope so. If I’d wanted to watch people act all lovey-dovey, I could have just watched Helena with her newest fling, or Idrieus and Grievous make eyes at one another at school instead of being here all dressed up,” she said, continuing with her playful but heated tirade. Her tone and word choice hinted that she was uncomfortable being in her yukata…there…with him…without any of their friends. What girl—even as proud and tomboy as Kamari was—wouldn’t be?

Had the lighting not been as dim as it was and had she not been trying to distract herself by pointedly looking away from Krios in that moment, she might have noticed the tinge of pink that colored his ears as he snuck the chance to really take her in while she wasn’t looking. And she also would have been able to evade him before he’d been able to dip beneath her defenses.

His breath was warm against her ear, warmer than the summer air around them. It tickled her, burned her, spread across her face like the condensation of one’s breath on a cold window pane. It crawled down her jawline, her neck, her spine.

It made her nerve endings spark, and made a shock of electricity run across the surface of her skin and down into her bones as she registered his closeness to her face. Her cheeks instantly flared with heat as her garbled thoughts deciphered his whispered words. Instinct had her swinging out at him before she’d even formed a coherent thought. “Shut the fuck up!”

Having known her, Krios seemed to have predicted how she’d react, and easily evaded her wild punch, leaving her small fist to make contact with nothing but the air of where he’d once stood. His evasion and smug smirk made her snarl with embarrassed anger. “Krios!” She yelled after him as he began to wander off towards some food stall. “Krios get back here!” A large group of people suddenly came between her and her friend though, causing Kamari to have to take a step back from her war path in order to let them pass. Her teeth clenched and her hands balled into tense fists as her pursuit of the jerk of a rich boy was delayed.

She would kill him. She would kill him before the night was over.

After the group passed, Kamari slipped through the ever-moving crowd and into the direction that Krios had indicated. It took longer than she would have liked. Closer to the stalls, it seemed that the density of the festival goers grew thicker, and the flow of movement was completely halted in areas where individuals chatted, ate, or stood in line for food. By the time she’d managed to find the kushiyaki stall, Krios had been returning to find her with two sticks of hot meat in his hands.

Seeing his grinning face, Kamari scowled. “Give me a good reason as to why I shouldn’t just stab you with this thing when I’m done with it,” she growled after accepting the stick of cooked pork that he’d offered to her. It smelt delicious, and with how crowded the area in front of the stall was, it likely tasted as good as it smelt. As tantalizing as it was though, Krios needed to be reminded that she was still Kamari, even if she was in a yukata, and she wasn’t afraid to give him a piece of her mind.

She took a delicate bite of the first skewered morsel, tenderly pulling it from the stick in a way that her nice clothing would not be in danger of being soiled. “I’m not thanking you for this,” she grumbled behind a hand as she chewed the delectable food.

In the back of her mind, she worried how much it had cost him.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 06, 2019 2:31 pm

Naturally he had avoided her demands that he return promptly. He was not one to obey her - or anyone really - when they had no reason to be giving the order. Kamari had a good reason for the flustered commands but it still did not mean that the young man was going to listen to her. He had his own face to save, which had been red and warm from his honestly stupid decisions. There was no way he was going to face her with a face that might have given a beet a run for its money on how red skin could get.

Oh, he was so dead, though. Kamari's memory was long and he knew it was going to be something she either stewed on for a long time or made him eat crow over soon. Either way, it had been beyond worth it to do and he could at least go to the crave with her arrow through his head happily. Well.. he would much rather not having to go to the crave quite yet but that was negligible and not the point. Actually, an early grave might alleviate quite a few of his problems, for all that he was not terribly eager to put his foot in the hole just yet.

"Because who is going to get you more?" he asked with a retort, mostly because the money was never going to be an issue for him. His pocket jangled with 500 yen coins and his other had plenty of 1000 yen bills. Plus a credit card that meant unlimited access to all the goodies the world had to offer a young man with an extensively large bank account. He had scruples for spending, sure, even if his clothing did not exactly exemplify the mindset at all. The clothes were requirements for the world he existed in, a choice he made to make sure that his family had no cause for complaint. Otherwise, the young man was oddly frugal for the kind of world he was born into.

But he was more than happy to spoil his closest friend against her wishes, especially since the expense was just a drop in the ocean of his familial wealth. She might not appreciate it, but at least he did not flaunt his wealth in front of her. More than a little aware of the disparaging situations, he rarely flashed the cash in front of her. It was less of a show with Kamari, anyway. Elphaba would have enjoyed a spectacle and it was easier to flaunt the money because it kept her sedated like a cat with a bowl of milk.

Krios rolled his eyes. "I'm not expecting you to," he said flatly, knowing that money was going to be a sore subject for her, which was why he never bothered to tell her how much things cost him. A quick expense of a few dozen thousand yen was nothing to him and his wallet, but it was clear that it would be a solid hit for Kamari.

He quickly polished off his skewer, itching for another one, but knew that there were even more options down the fairy-light, torch, and stall-lit street of vendors. He may have been a bottomless pit of a young man, but there was going to be a limit to how much he could tolerate. "Okay, okay, what's next?" he asked, plainly ignoring her glares and frowns. A glance at his watch said it was at least a half hour until the fireworks were scheduled to start. "How about a game? Or do you want some dango?" he asked, gesturing with a thumb at a nearby stall that was offering a variety of the rice cakes on a skewer. He could see some sesame seed coated ones, the sweet soy sauce ones, anko covered ones. All good, and all continued to make his belly grumble in greedy desire.

He stared at the stall before - again - wordlessly heading toward it and whipping out more yen out of his pocket with greedy eyes. But that moment, he paused, and turned to Kamari with coins in his hand and looking like a lost child. "Did.. did you want some?" he asked sheepishly, realizing he had more or less started steamrolling her in his excitement.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 09, 2019 1:53 am

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“Who says that I wanted more from you?” She countered haughtily, sending a glare up at him. She held it just long enough to—hopefully—convey her irritation with him before she found herself looking away, disguising her retreat by pretending to be preoccupied with eating her kushiyaki rather than to continue arguing with him. Kamari knew her face was still hot from both his previous actions and because of her anger, and getting into a fiery staring contest with him wouldn’t have helped make it go away any quicker.

Despite the wealthy backgrounds that many of her friends came from, Kamari had never been one to take advantage of such. It made her feel guilty and ashamed when they sometimes paid for her when they engaged in one of their high-class activities that they wanted her to be a part of. They could easily afford the many things they spent their money on; from clothes, to luxury items, to entertainment, to high-end dining. Kamari, however, could not. She was cautious with money, and it showed with her reluctance to go along with them sometimes.

They often insisted and vouched to pay for her end despite her worries and fuss otherwise though, and it touched her heart deep down. They were good friends, Krios especially.

He casually dismissed any further commentary about his purchase, and Kamari continued to distract herself with finishing off the skewer he’d brought her. She ate a much more petite decidedly womanly pace than her companion, savoring the deliciously seasoned meat with every hungry bite she took. Though she had refused say it to his face, she was thankful that he’d bought it, the fact that she had nearly finished it all, a testament that his choice in festival foods had been a good one.

Krios ate too quickly for her though, and he was already searching for their next stall to hit. Clearly not finished with her food, she glared at him in response to his question. Swallowing, she grumpily replied, “Preferably not something lame.” While she let him decide, Kamari ate her last piece of meat a little quicker than she had the rest. Good thing too, because, no sooner had he mentioned the sweet treat, he was off again.

She choked down her last morsel as she followed after him, determined this time to not get left behind in his excitement over food. “Damn it, Krios,” she cursed under her breath. Boys, she swore, if there was one thing that would motivate them without fail, it was through their stomachs. Kamari weaved through the amassing crowd, doing her best to keep Krios’ back within her sight. It was a bit trickier, as the stall he’d made a beeline for was deeper into the festival grounds, and down a street that was littered with various stalls down either side.

When he came to a halt, she nearly collided into him, only her reflexes saving her from what would have been an embarrassing encounter. It earned him an irritated growl when he turned to face her. She backed up to put a respectable amount of space between their bodies once more. To the question he asked of her, her cornflower blue eyes flicked past him and to the food stall that showcased the delicious looking sweets that he’d been after. Her gaze returned to him—though did not look him in the eye, nor did she acknowledge the yen he had already fished out of his pocket—and she reached forward to snatch his skewer from the kushiyaki stall.

Letting out a heated sigh, she replied, “I’ll take a piece of whatever you get.” There was no way she was going to make him spend more money on a separate stick just for her. She turned to go find a trash can, but not before turning back and scowling harmlessly at him while pointing the wooden skewers at him threateningly. “Just don’t pick something gross.” Her favorites were the ones that had sweetened red bean flavoring to them, but, she left the decision for him to decide since she would only be sampling from whatever he bought.

Kamari disappeared off into the crowd in search of a place to deposit their empty skewers, coming back a few minutes later after successfully navigating the sea of bodies once more. She hovered behind him, a hand tentatively coming up to touch his elbow to let him know that she had returned. “How about Shateki or Wanage after this?” She suggested. Unlike her friend, her thoughts were not overrun with stuffing her mouth with food. “With our skills, we should be able to win at least something from one of those.”

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POSTED: Wed Jan 09, 2019 7:56 pm

The lady doth protest too much.

He always thought she had such an odd preoccupation with money and holding onto it. Well, no, he understand why she did it, considering her and her family's income was considerably less than nearly everyone at the school they both attended, considering that she was there on scholarship, which mean merit earned money that she honestly likely never saw a penny of. Her education was funded and that was all that meant, so of course she would worry about grades, athletics. College would be an equal challenge for her, no matter how much her friends would offer to just cover her expenses, like it was nothing.

To them, it was nothing. But Kamari had her pride, even if Krios often tried to force her to let go of it somewhat with gifts that went awry with epic proportions. Perhaps, she felt insulted that they considered themselves responsible for helping her? Not that it would have stopped him, in the end. His generosity came without strings, after all. It never came with emotional blackmail along with it. He never tried to guilt her over how much money any of them had spent on her. To them, to him, it had been worth the expense.

So, when she ceded that she would take something of his, he figured that he would do one better and completely ignore her request to share with him. He was a growing boy, after all. He needed the calories a dainty girl would never understand the need for. How else was he supposed to keep those totally (not) rippling muscles going? Truth be told, his anxious worry over how Kamari would perceive their night out had settled somewhat, so the aggressive hunger a teenager - especially a boy teenager - came crashing back with angry demands to be satiated or fear the monster that it would unleash on his mood.

Krios sighed loudly at her as she took the finished stick from her, something he had honestly forgotten was in his hand still over the enthusiasm for more snacks. "Fine, fine." He watched her head to the trash can and he threw himself into the stall's ground to get exactly what he thought she would like. Not like he didn't know her and her tastes. She may have thought she was the observant one, but he had watched her enough to know her tastes. That totally sounded creepier than it needed to be.

He pushed his way to the front - as politely as any decent Japanese young man should - and requested a selection of dango that made the man raise his brow, mostly for the sheer variety of it. Most of it was for himself, but he had spied something that he simply could not pass up giving to her. Plus, it suited her tastes and he just could not ignore it.

He carried two boats in his hands, one with a selection for himself. Mitarashi dango with its sticky, sweet soy sauce coating the rice cakes and smelling faintly of burnt caramel. Kinako dango covered in powdery, roasted soy flower. It stuck somewhat to the soy sauce covered dango, but Krios did not much care about that sort of thing. He had never been one to push his peas to the side. Goma dango with it's healthy coating of sesame seeds, smelling faintly nutty and looking the prettiest of the bunch.

Of course, he got the red bean ones for Kamari, not only because she liked them, but because they just looked perfect. It was obviously aimed at the high school girls who loved cute things, but Krios had been just as caught by their adorable little designs. The stall maker had arranged the anko on the dango to make it seem like a panda bear.

He had been somewhat enraptured by the man making a new batch of dango that he had not quite backed out of the stall's crowd. A hand on his elbow made him stiffen, worried for a fraction of a moment that it was a danger, before Kamari's voiced soothed the tightness out of his spine. Krios peered over his shoulder at her, smiling. "That sounds like a great idea. We can make a challenge of it." They certainly loved their challenges.

He maneuvered out and lowered his raised hand to present Kamari with the cute anko panda bear dango with a pleased look on his face. "I know you wanted to share, but.. maybe you'd rather not," he added with a snicker, stuffing the first of his mitarashi dango into his mouth and enjoying the savory, sour, and sweet taste and chewy texture. Commoners had the best festivals, really. It was nothing on the Cannes film festival parties or anything particularly grand, but it was far more cozy.

From his height, he peered around, looking for the nearest gun gallery or ring toss. The nearest was a wanage stand where a pair of guys and what seemed to be their girlfriends stood. He jerked his chin toward it and lead the way, as he was want to do. As they approached, the four guests cursed at their bad luck and stepped to the side to powwow over their participation booby prizes. The man behind the stand shifted his attention to Krios and Kamari, leaning on the ledge frame.

"Looking to win some prizes for your girlfriend?" he asked, leaning over somewhat to peer at the much shorter girl, before grinning a crooked smile up at Krios. The young man instantly reddened, something that was impossible to hide in the decidedly more generous light of the stall. He did not dare flick his eyes to Kamari.

"Why, what do you have?" he asked instead, hoping his voice was steadier than his hands felt. He gave a look at the prizes hanging nearby, slowly drifting his gaze before landing on Kamari.

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She felt him stiffen beneath her light touch, but, since he relaxed rather quickly upon hearing her voice, she paid it little mind. Being as rich as he was, there were many things that individuals of such upper class had to worry about that those of the lower did not. The most Kamari ever had to watch out for were one’s average criminal, like a mugger or a man with unsatisfied sexual desires. Individuals like Krios—and some of the other kids in their school—had that in addition to worrying about kidnappers in the form of crafty low lives or vengeful business partners that would ransom them off because of how much their parents or guardians would pay to keep their head on their shoulders. Money came at a price, sometimes.

As he led them out of the growing line around the stall, her cornflower blue eyes followed up the length of his arm towards the dango that he had purchased, curious to see what had chosen for them. “That seems to be our favorite activity with each other,” she commented with a soft snort when he mentioned turning one of the games into a challenge. It was one of the hallmarks of their relationship, that, and, well, arguing over both petty and real things. There was never, truly, a dull moment, and, when times were slow, they always had their friends to turn their attention on.

It was only once they were clear of the crowd that he lowered the boats of food. He presented what he had purchased with his typical flair, depositing the paper boat into her surprised hands so that he could start consuming his own. Kamari accepted it—not having much choice—but her face showed both confusion and guilt. “What? Krios, I told you not to,” she argued weakly. It wasn’t like it would do much good now, he had already spent the yen on the food. Her brows furrowed with silent shame.

Looking down at what he’d purchased for her though, her expression of guilt morphed into an amused smile that she hid behind a hand. A little panda stared up at her, smiling at her as if it were somehow taking Krios’ side, a “hell yeah, just try to be mad” sort of expression, and it was all on a piece of rice flour molded into a ball.

It was adorable, and the gesture was sweet.

“Perhaps not,” she agreed, taking a bit out of the dango, “I’d rather not run the risk of swapping spit with you. You might have cooties or something.”

But like hell she’d tell that to his face.

She hummed and smirked, trying to hide her humor and gratitude for his actions behind another bite of the sweet and delicious treat.

Krios was kind enough to let her finish her food before they moved onto their next event of the evening. She followed after him, trusting his judgement in whatever game stand he’d been able to spot over the crowd. His choice eventually put them in front of a ring tossing station. Two other couples occupied it, though, for all the bravado the men had, it seemed they would be leaving with one of the lower-end, consolation prizes instead of one of the cute rabbit figurine that one of the girls pouted loudly over.

Watching the distasteful show of a whiney and pouty girl, Kamari had not been fully paying attention when the stall attendant spoke to them. Even still though, she did catch a key word, and it made her face heat. “I-I’m not his girlfriend,” she corrected the man quickly, hating how she tripped over her own words.

Maybe it had been a good thing that Krios had gone alone to get their food. On a night such as this, with the festival going and with so many couples attending, the fact that it was just them and not them and their friends, it was easy to see how the assumption could be made, though, it didn’t make the embarrassment of it any easier to acknowledge.

It…it wasn’t like what they’d done thus far was unusual for them. They had met each other outside of school. They’d had a meal together. It had never really been awkward before, as the consideration had never come to mind. And they were—and always would be—just friends…

…right?

“Right, right, just a girl that’s a friend, I got’cha,” the game attendant winked—Kamari scowled—before turning his attention to Krios. “And, anything that you want, young man…” He gestured to the many prizes that were spread out on the table inside the stall. “…provided you can do what it takes to earn them, of course.” The attendant’s smile only broadened, as if believing he had caught another sucker to pack and play a rigged game.

“All you have to do is toss these rings—” He grabbed a bundle of five and showed them to the pair. “—onto any of these guys here.” The man gestured to the table full of random knickknacks, figurines, action figures, toys, and mounted playing cards. “You get to keep whatever your ring lands on.” He made the action look easy by showing that the rings could easily go over one of the closer prizes. Turning back to the couple, his eyes flicked between the two of them. “What do you say, young man? For five hundred yen, I’ll give you ten rings just for you, because I like that look in your eyes, and maybe you can have yourself a girl that’s more than a friend by the end of the night, ne?” He eyed Kamari suggestively, smirking.

Kamari quietly fumed. Slowly, she turned to look up at Krios, a forced, fake smile spreading across her lips. “Let's play, Krios.” This man would regret it.

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POSTED: Fri Jan 18, 2019 7:28 pm

The biggest worry that Krios had ever really worried about were pickpockets. Festivals like that were rife with opportunistic people that would not hesitate to stick their fingers in someone's pockets and pilfer a poorly secured wallet. It was such a blessing to prefer tighter clothes. No one could deliberately dangle their digits in his digital dungeon without direction.

He had once lost a really nice Gucci wallet but it had disappeared from his pocket when he had casually put it into a relaxed pair of jeans. Mistake, because the five-hundred-dollar wallet and several credit cards, plus ID's, vanished after that particular outing. His grandmother had given him enough of a tongue-lashing then to be far more aware and wary of the things around him that he did not lose another. And he had actually added a stylish accessory more often that attached the wallet to his pants with a length of shining chain. Plus, his phone was something he often reached for and hands that frequented the vicinity meant that everything else was well-secured.

"Too bad," he said simply as she took the snack. Kamari's protestations died as weakly as they had come. Kami, but how he wished he could just shake that ridiculous notion of privilege and money woes out of her pretty little head. She was far too preoccupied with monetary problems, even when out with him and his decidedly generous nature.

She eyed the little pandas in her paper boat and hid a smile that the young man could not help but see. He was decidedly pleased with her reaction. She tried to be tough as nails but there was no denying her nature beneath that exterior. The little bears were definitely adorable enough for Krios to have had a moment of giddy excitement himself and he was exceptionally well schooled on decorum.

Kamari refused to bow into some preconceived caricature of a Japanese schoolgirl and sassed him right back as she went into enjoying the dango. Of course she would not even offer that concession. The young man chuckled as he stuffed two soybean coated dango into his mouth with one go to prevent his own retort from jumping out like a fish from the stream.

At the stall, however, things felt like they had soured in his stomach. Another triad of dango had disappeared into his belly and seemed keen to fight with whatever else lurked within. Kamari quickly shut down the notion that they were a "they", even if he could not help but be somewhat disappointed with how speedily she corrected the man.

The man did not believe her, but her putting up a fight had been decidedly milder than he had expected. The man explained the rules and Krios' eyes shot to a singular figurine that he quite liked. Not for him, but for Kamari, but that was naturally how his mind went. A wealthy boy like him could buy something better, bigger, and more expensive from a well known figurine company. Hell, if he were so inclined, he could get it custom ordered to suit his tastes perfectly, but the idea of winning something for Kamari at festival seemed too - what was a good word for it? - appropriate to pass up. Whatever the term, it was just right.

But Kamari foiled his plans for a gentlemanly victory when she offered up the challenge. Krios pulled out the first bill of the night, slapping a thousand yen note in front of the man and sliding it forward without moving his gaze. You're on, he said plainly as the smug man put down the ten rings in front of Krios and then in front of Kamari. Somehow, it did not occur to him that his date-not-a-date would want to pay for herself, but he was too determined to even consider the notion at all.

They readied themselves, their individually colored rings in hand, and the man goaded them. Go on, then, he cried, laughing as he pocketed the yen note. Krios threw first, second, all through his ten, and managed to land on a cheapo prize that was decidedly not the figurine he had his eye on. That little ninja statuette looked so sullen that he had failed, that he had to turn to Kamari, to see how many rings were left in her hand, and how many were on the various things.

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