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Post by Kohaku LeBara on Jan 1, 2010 8:07:56 GMT -5
It was late in the evening or early in the night. Either way, he didn't care. The young man exhaled with a groan, leaning back in his chair. The sun had set and night was certainly creeping its way into the sky. The bright eyed man had work, lots really, but Kohaku never did it. Lately he simply gave it to Kei. Sure he shouldn't be using the mans over eager offer to help him but he couldn't help it. It would train that child to be a good teacher. Well that man. Sometimes Kohaku forgot that red eyed frail male was older then him. The man's eyes were resting on his desk, staring almost blankly at the small chain that rested there. It held a ring, a rather attractive one that made him smile without meaning to. He was such a woman, keeping sentimental items. His eyes tore away from the ring as well as the dog-tag laying next to it and he yawned, stretching his hands high above his head which earned a loud pop. He had been sitting in this damn seat too long.
Relaxing once more he looked around the office, sighing a bit. His office was no different then the others except for the contents in his drawer and the small frame on his desk next to his computer. His eyes lingered on the dark frame for a moment and he chuckled weakly at the bright smirk that was behind that glass, shaking his head. It wasn't silent, he had the radio going. Kohaku rarely worked in silence, it made him uneasy. He wasn't paying much attention to the lyrics nor the melody. The simply fact that it wasn't silent made him eased enough. It was well into the cold session but the man didn't seem to notice. He wasn't wearing some jacket and scarf like many of the co-workers he passed by on his way over. He was wearing something less season fitting as well as job fitting. His look was simple, as always. Dark jeans, loose enough not to be skinny and a studded belt with a simple black tee with a symbol of 'misfit' on it. Kohaku had no damn idea what the hell that symbol meant, it was a gift from a friend. The man didn't dress like some stiff color teacher. He didn't care for appearance much, his messy mop of silver toned hair showed as much. He simply rolled his eyes when he got disapproving looks. He had been working here longer then any of these pricks, so he didn't give a shit what they thought. Though those looks may always be for other reasons. Be it his record of 'friendly nights' with students, his not-so-secret selling of weed to students or the fact that the most trouble causing student was now in fact his son. Maybe one of those.
Turning on his computer he picked up the cigarette that was slowly burning away in the ash tray, holding it between his lisp as he typed in his password. Like he needed one. No one was daring enough to come into his office. Somehow, Kohaku knew he was one of the lesser liked member of the staff, and he didn't mind it at all. If it kept people out of his business, why should he care. The mans main scree came to view and for a moment he sat there staring at it, only moving to move the slim stick to let out some smoke. He didn't care to open a window, the smell didn't bother him. He placed it back in his lips and he clicked and E-mail and frowned, reading it. Damn pesky sister. Giving a rather annoyed look he started to type back to the damn letter sent. Really, she had to act like his god forsaken mother? He was the adult anyways. Brushing off the annoyance he started to hum alone with the music, softly singing along as he finished up the typing, his amber eyes holding some amusement within the obvious boredom. "...I said heaven ain't close in a place like this... around 700 WordsI taggith Nabbythe gay threadsMy note be I love The Killers~ |
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Post by Bernabé Arrero-Fernando on Jan 1, 2010 8:44:36 GMT -5
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The child jerked his fingers away from his necklace, eyes clenching in frustration. How long had it been? He glanced at his watch and uttered a Spanish curse. Fifteen minutes of fretting like a girl in the hallway?! UGH. He was such a woman, spineless and cowardly to waste valuable time out here. This was a potenial opportunity to get more...more what? Money For what? It should have been apparent that mere bills had no more power than the paper it was composed of to bring him back to his Break. His last encounter had proved that.
So why was he still grossly obsessed with fortune?
Why was he here? Why had he come? All of a sudden, the reason fled his mind as air escaped a balloon, and he frowned, brow creased. The Spaniard was dizzy. His vision started to fail, corners of his vision darkening suddenly and he stumbled, stomach lurching and lips quivering with a blank gag (what had he to throw up? Food was a scarcity in his life, especially now with so little time to find it.)
When will he eat? When will food come to him? Oh, focus!
Thin fingers pressed his even thinner hair from his eyes, pouting in something he hope would be an expression of utter focus, but instead gave the look of juvenile determination. Bernabé's eyes shut, and he plodded into the room so quickly he gave himself little opportunity to shy away from the situation (purposeful as it was.) Listless, cold hands clung to the desk, eyes flashing with panic from the rush of fatigue. He trembled, lips working.
"Counselor. I need a counselor. Por favor...Yo tengo una problema, una grande problema con mi novio...I.." The boy gasped, falling back into a chair, panting as if the act of crossing a room was extraneous exercise. He needed air, he...needed...the man could wait, whoever he was...shit, everything was so dark now.
After a minute, his bones regained the energy to erect properly, so Nabe sat up in his chair rather than hang limp like a discarded doll. Oh, hell, such a poor choice of phrasing.
"I need help, señor..."
...A sudden frown..."You..."
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Post by Kohaku LeBara on Jan 1, 2010 9:06:26 GMT -5
As much as he hoped he hadn't been, Kohaku was rather focused on the damn e-mail, despite his lack of importance and the fact that it was an annoyance. Ok that was a like. He loved his sister to death and the real reason for his annoyance was the fact that she was was prying. She knew of his 'ways' and always questioned him. Sometimes in fashion that were quite unlady like..A girl shouldn't ask their elder brother if he using safe sex! The man groaned and rubbed his forehead a bit and let a yawn slip, almost losing his cigarette. This was so bland this letter. He simple told her he was fine, eating well, Ashton was fine. He really needed to put more thought. The poor girl was worried. After a moment Kohaku added a small note, telling her Kei was fine and he was like her to visit sometime. He was weak when it came to that girl, but he adored her to no end.
When the door flew open he was startled and quickly snatched up his chains, shoving them into the partly opened desk drawer, hiding the slightly embarrassed look on his face. He always wore them below his shirt, he didn't allow people to see his treasured chains. Once they were put away Kohaku blinked, watching the boy with confused eyes. This child seemed upset, something was clearly wrong. The man was silent and watched the boy fall into the chair before his eyes widen a bit at the accent. Spanish. Barely anyone spoke Spanish here except for that one teacher and that one boy...
That 'you' confirmed it all. So it was Bernabé after all, things got more amusing. Letting a chuckle slip, Kohaku raised a brow at him, simply watching the boy a moment. he could do two things. Play naive and professional, putting side the thoughts that he knew Bernabé associated him with, or he could be a prick and toy with the boys anxiety. Kohaku wasn't the nicest guy...and already amused. The latter was far too much to pass up. He stood and moved around the desk separating them and instead stood before the boy, leaning against the mentioned desk. "Yes me" He smiled a bit and crossed his arms over his chest, amber eyes looking the boy over from behind rim-less glasses. He looked different somehow. "You're troubled? May I be of assistance to you dear Bernabe?" His lips curved into a teasing smirk, his eyes holding an all too calm look. Things were much more amusing now, this night was showing much promise. "You seem...restless kid. Something on your mind?" That was pointless to ask and he knew it. the boy came here with a reason, one that Kohaku was all too curious to find out.
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Post by Bernabé Arrero-Fernando on Jan 1, 2010 23:40:09 GMT -5
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Bernabé was currently listless, pale in the dim illumination of his office, but at the realization and verification at exactly which of the counselor's room he had stumbled into caused a flush of brilliant red to burst to his cheeks, stormy eyes flashing in the manner similar to that of a cornered animal.
¡Coño!
The Spaniard squirmed in his seat again, a scowl spreading his face and painting it in discomfort, almost pain at the situation. Kohaku LeBara, the puto who he was avoiding since his first few days at La Campana. Well. We meet again, you sick piece of mierda.
The boy fidgeted again, uncertainly, leading into a dense silence as the man stared him down, tore him apart with that sickly leering grin of his. It made Nabe sick. He was gloating, wasn't he? Gloating that the boy was now in the palm of his hand again. The flush of blood in his cheeks spread to the other corners of his face and the thin body shook as a simmering pot...silently seething.
Then he let it go. Eyes closed. What now? Lebara was the only man on the hall at the moment. The only. And when would the other counselors return? The child supposed he could sit in the hall and wait for another to come along, but when would that be...? Every second he wasted was another second that Break could be taken by some other sod, and...he couldn't deal with that. Besides, he was seated and it wasn't easy to determine whether his legs were capable of movement any time soon. Besides, the fool was paid to..help him right? No drunken incident from god knows how long ago was worth more than his paycheck. The rationale was not the best salve for the redhead's fizzling mind, but Nabe was too tired to think about it much more.
"You...Lebara...I refuse to take your shit. You will help me, because...I do not know what else to do. And...if you make fun of me, I will leave. I will." The fire flashed in his eyes in that bleak moment, in he hopes of seeming too vicious to fool with. But perhaps the bark only showed how desperate he really was.
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Post by Kohaku LeBara on Jan 2, 2010 1:11:45 GMT -5
This boy really held a grudge against him. The glare he received was enough to confirm this, but the fact that the boy was red also showed that he still remembered their first meeting. In truth Kohaku thought little towards that time except when it offered him a chance to tease the boy, which teasing him he enjoying very much. The boy was adorable when he was all frustrated. Now was the perfect example. but something about the sight bothered him more then amused him. The boy seemed very nervous and weak. He knew well enough that this boy was quite strong-willed so something had to be wrong for him to earn such a distressed look. Kohaku gave a mental sigh, but didn't let it show. This boy, he was strange but he was a student none the less. Kohaku maybe a bit of a prick and a goof but his job always came before his silly games. Most of the time.
The man tilted his head slightly, watching the boy squirm in the chair a moment before making a move to listen to his words. The mans smirk stayed in place as he leaned forward, placing his hands on the arms of the chair, his eyes locking with the boys. "I don't intend to 'tease' you dear Bernabé..and its my job to help you" He fell silent and hung his head a bit with a soft laugh, shaking his head before once more looking up at the boy. "Tell me, what has got a boy such as yourself, one who is almost head strong, so worked up?" Amber eyed stayed locked on the others, trying to see any hint towards his distress. Kohaku loved his job, despite what people though and he actually did love lending children a hand in their distress, it just so happened that this one was a student that Kohaku was rather...fond of teasing.
The man knew he had to be careful though. The boy was true about his words, he looked ready to flee. The mans smirk weakened and he moved back once more, going back to leaning against the desk, curiously watching the boy. "You are right, I will help you, as I have said..." His voice died off a moment and le leaned towards the self to flick off the radio, the room falling silent around them. "..Well? What's going on?"
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Post by Bernabé Arrero-Fernando on Jan 2, 2010 6:04:42 GMT -5
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Bernabé lurched back in his chair, something out of instinct over his face being so close to his own...part of his reasoning was suspicion, yes, as he did NOT place it under this male to sneak a kiss from him while he was off his guard. The Spaniard was, truthfully, always a doubtful character, cynical if you will, and in this instance, he felt the counselor had earned it. Blue eyes glittered in distrust, but his sweet nothings did not fall on deaf ears. While, under normal circumstances, he would have fully been offended at being called "headstrong", the boy conceded...he was in no state to argue with LeBara, when the option to just get this shit over with was just within reach.
The man returning to his desk was great comfort to his weak heart , though the radio cutting off...honestly, the silence was intimidating. All eyes on him, eh? Well, he'd have to choke down his nerves, hurry up and spit out his dumb story and get to the damn laughing.
"...You know mi Sombrerero..."
Memories flooded to the incident, many months ago with this man and his Hatter, a violent one where he had decided the best possible outcome of the meeting would be to bring up their long-dead escapade, a fleeting, fiery kiss, to a man who had done more than that. Much more...one he had loved. That damn word made him shake some in a repressed sob.
Focus!
"Xerxes Break..." The foreign tongue trilled over the name as a song, a distinct call... "We...we have...issues..." His voice cracked, eyes down to his twiddling fingers that flung to his necklace for solace, twirling the cross. "Is all my fault...I hurt him bad, and I...fuck, you'd know. I am just a whore, aren't I? I'll go with anyone who'd look my way and do what they say...Nono, is not 'ogan's fault, no...I am just a pig." The Spaniard was rambling now, he knew it.
He didn't care. Bernabé couldn't, any more than he could stop. "We were under the table..he saw us...I-I...Mary, he looked so angry, and 'ogan won't stop 'iding...'e 'as kicked me out. I deserve it, though...I..."
...The child got up, hands at his desk, shaking, tearing. "I'm just a damn demon, as they told me, right? He wouldn't look at me...no matter how much money I had, I was the same poor filth that he left. And I can' sleep without him. I cannot eat. I am nothing without him!"
The redhead panted, faint and heavy at the action, and he couldn't move for fear he'd pass out. Though honestly, it would make little difference. Who cared anymore? If it was a person so near, far, great, few, it mattered not, as it wasn't who mattered. It was confusing; he would once care for their doting, but now...
"I need 'im back...Please!..."
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Post by Kohaku LeBara on Jan 2, 2010 15:45:21 GMT -5
Things had taken a strange turn, to say the least. Kohaku was a bit shocked to see that the boy opened so quickly, speaking in such a rushed manner. The man said nothing at first, simply watching the boy as he stood, as he rambled one about the event that turned him into this nervous child who looked ready to faint, puke, or both. Though it was that the tears that shocked Kohaku. That was not something he expected from the boy and it bothered him greatly. So what if they had one sour encounter, even if he did love to tease the boy, that didn't mind he liked seeing him cry. Even this man had his morals, seeing a child cry was something he couldn't handle. call it his parental instincts he had acquired from caring for that Bennett brat.
"...Bernabé" The man spoke the boys name in a soft tone, knowing now the little game was over. For a moment he was unsure how to react to the situation but after a moment of thought he simply acted on impulse, something that had served him well so far. The teacher moved to the boys side, placing his hands on the boys arms both to make the boy look at him and to hold him up, for he looked weak enough to collapse. "You are too harsh on yourself' He gave a weak smile, trying to give the boy some re-assurance. Really, the boys words gave him a clear view of the situation and at the same time it confused him a bit. After all the boy committed in an act that everyone seemed to think was a fun little game after tea or some out of mind crap like that. "Everyone at this school is a kid, most of which who was pumped full of hormones and bad choices. He gave a slight smile at the words, hoping to relax the boy somewhat. 'I don't know this teacher well and I can't say I know that well, but I will help you alright? I'll help you get him back...You seem to really..love him.'
That damn word was always trouble for the young teacher to say, but he said it none the less, his worried eyes still locked on the boys. He had never met this teacher and he had not heard of situation among all the other cheap gossip that flowed through his office, but it intrigued him a bit. The redhead student looked almost desperate and it worried him as well. He knew that people had no limit when they were desperate. Kohaku sighed a bit, not truly sure what to say, merely speaking what came to mind. "..Love is hard to lose, I'm sure he still has it for you kid..I'll help you though, I promise' |
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Post by Bernabé Arrero-Fernando on Jan 10, 2010 11:06:19 GMT -5
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Bernabé was shocked himself; no, not at his little outburst. The Spaniard was quite certain that he was already losing his mind over the course of those fateful weeks. Small details brushed past normally vigilant, hawklike blue eyes. His stomach's burn almost came as solace somedays, the suffering necessary to atone for hurting the one person who really wanted him alive and well. Water was bitter. Talk was cheap. He barely even dealt with Raquel outside of feeding the little lizard. Yes; slowly his brain was melting to the consistency of pudding. Dementia. He was bound to go rambling off to some random idiot, perhaps not find a thing wrong with it.
It was the fact that he dropped his ruse to actually say something constructive.
Amber eyes were at his in consternation, resolve...why...how had he gotten to this fool so easily? He was quite convinced that more wrestling would have to be upheld to get him to cooperate.
"Nono....señor, I am not...I 'ave been lax with myself..." He looked away. Nabe plucked at his cross, and muttered a little plea, returned to the task at hand.
"I 'ave done this and gotten away with it for too long. I prey on the weak. Oh, ¡Padre, perdoneme el padre! I am a wolf. I 'ad pride in it. Now, I pay." Tears fell again. "'s wants me to learn how it is to be weak. I hate it..."
He sobbed again, a single time, gasping for air. "Why..why would you help me? I am a whore to you as well..." And with that was a fierce click. Of course the man was sweet-talking him; it WAS to good to be true. He wanted something in return for this...
What?
LeBara had never shown interest in his wares before. He had never asked for a thing, or bought a trinket from him. He had only given him one thing, little as it was, heated...
Eyes widened. His nailless digits pressed hard to the flesh of his arm, shaking him lightly, only out of Bernabé's own fatigue.
"What do you want, LeBara?" His voice is a quivering hiss, a whisper like that of gas escaping from a tank, a venomous serpentine beast prepared to strike. "What is it? You never helped me before. Never!....
"What do you want? What do you want? What is it? Will you kick a dead dog?"
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Post by Kohaku LeBara on Jan 15, 2010 16:02:54 GMT -5
This boy was truly something else. He was opening up clearly, but somehow Kohaku knew this would normally never happen. Pain made people do many things, and apparently love made them do crazy things. The man shook his head gently and sighed softly. Foolish boy. He still though badly of the man, even now in such a situation. He really was a scar in the boys past. The young male sighed, shaking his head. oh dieu. The words were followed by a soft chuckle, not even bothering to care how unappropriated it was for the current situation. "You are one fucked up kid ya know that?" His chuckle died away and replaced with a soft smile. Tis boy was in a fragile state....and yet the man had the urge to toy with him. His parental senses got in the way though. Always a fun killer. Instead the man placed a hand on the boys shoulder, the other tilting the boys chin up so he could look the boy in the eyes.
"You haven't been taking care of yourself. How foolish. Do you really think that this man, this teacher, would want back some a damn mess?" He paused a moment and let his hand fall the other shoulder, his voice softening a bit. "...And stop thinking that way already. Not everyone wants something form you...besides if I wanted something, I would have taken it by now" He smirked a bit at the words, his firm grip on the boys shoulders. He wasn't weak, and he was more then sure he could easily have the boy defenseless. He wasn't that way though. Sure he was a jerk, bitch, heartless, whatever. He wasn't though the type to hurt someone who was so weak. Well, wrong words. He didn't think of the other as weak, in fact he admired him for actually coming to look for help. Must would just wallow in their own misery then live pitifully. This boy truly wanted help, and it also proved he did love this man. That was enough to get the other to help. After all, he had already learned what its like to have to lose someone they love.
You will not believe me when I saw what I want...but my words are not faulty. I never lie, understand. What Iwant s for you to fix yourself up. How can I help you get back to his man when you look like a bloody mess and so... pathetically weak? Oh he knew the words were harsh, but he never told a lie, it was all true. The boy had to clean up, he couldn't go back like this. Kohaku wasn't sure of this man, but he knew himself if it had been him, he would be both disgusted and ashamed if one he loved returned to him in this state. Disgusted not in them, but in himself, for cause this. Instead he gently shook his head. "Lets fix you up....and you tell me about this man. I need to know what he is like to help you. He did not ask to know more about the boy, for it was not needed. He would learn easily. It wasn't hard for him to figure someone out.
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Post by Bernabé Arrero-Fernando on Feb 9, 2010 20:30:00 GMT -5
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Bernabé's bright eyes shot immediately to the thin face, the amber eyes in what he thought to be contempt. Bluebell burned in resignation, anger at the utterance the man dared let escape his lips. Each word was as heavy and as harmful as lead, and (he hated this most of all), it burned his barren heart. Why? It was because, deep down, the Spaniard knew that LeBara spoke fact. Nabe truly, from each hair follicle to each pitiful freckle ladening his skin, a "fucked up kid." He could not open his heart to a total stranger (like Dolores Fairchild). He could not express generosity and geniality without a second though (like Yukio LeBeau). He...he was not sweet and pure like untouched nectar, undaunting innocence in the pique of the smog of everyday living (like Hogan...god, poor Hogan Ilica). No; he was Bernabé Arrero Fernando, cracked little ferretly miser, unfit for any sort of social outlet, simply a salesman that merged in the shadows once used up and dirty gain. Just...just like a little whore.
God, he was a whore. A filthy bug-ridden slut that wasn't suitable for the light of day, let alone a man like..him. Beautiful smile. Beautiful spirit. Beautiful body. Anything that wasn't the pudgy, stacked-tooth little mutant pile of excrete stinkinng up the entire school with his presence.
"Do you really think that this man, this teacher, would want back some a damn mess?"
A flinch at the hissing hot words that burned his flesh...supposedly his eyes, for they ere hot again. Dripping with salty, salty shame; the redhead felt bare-naked and unprotected suddenly. Was it hot in here? Wasn't it January? Wasn't it eleven degrees outside? Or was that yesterday?
Was he sweating? Did the air get thin?
His whimper as so faint, he was sure he did not cause the susurration. Nabe imagined it of course...wait...what WAS he imagining? Because...everything was so light. The child was sure for a moment because...they weren't there...not any more...his legs seem to have dissolved into the very air around him and fizzle into oblivion. He wasn't standing. His own weight that had "ouroborated" over the course of a few months and disintegrated to a hundred and twenty-nine pounds was now pressed to the science teacher's...his head was hot. Bile rose in his throat.
"...Lebara...'lay...d'wn..."
The exhaustion finally got to the poor sod...the one that had reared its gross head like a pucid pimple...precisely so, in predictability. Rarely had the child grown faint.
"Necesito un descanso... luego..."
{Desu bby I am SOOO sorry on how late this is!! ;w; I did NOT mean to put this off for so long. You are free to flog me for making this move into friggin'...ARCHIVES. Like trash! D: I meant to reply...just...stupid homework gayness and AP and...
..I love youuu ;w; have a Nabe near passing ouuutttt.
Kisskisskisskisskiss. :CCC }
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