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imaginedyou) wrote2007-07-26 07:06 pm
imaginedyou) wrote2007-07-26 07:06 pm
interlude; Prince of Tennis, Rikkai, 'Tales of the Otori' au
Yes, I'm still spamming old and unfinished stuff. Never mind ;D 460 Words.
Inspiration comes from the series Tales of The Otori by Lian Hearn. I've read the first three books at this point. All you really need to know are the various Tribe Clans and their skills.
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(Kikuta) Seiichi
(Muto) Genichirou
(Kuroda) Renji
(Kikuta/Kuroda) Akaya
(Kikuta/Muto) Masaharu
(Kikuta/Muto) Hiroshi
(Muto) Jackal
(Muto) Bunta
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"Stop it, Masaharu," Seiichi says, thrusting his palm outwards and aiming straight for Masaharu's forehead. Genichirou cringes, waiting for the blow to connect and send Masaharu spiralling to the ground, but instead Seiichi's fingers pass through what once seemed solid and is now obviously a projection.
"I'd appreciate it if you would refrain also, Hiroshi," Renji murmurs just off to the right. Hiroshi reappears immediately, as though once someone knows you are invisible it is suddenly no fun any longer. Akaya beside him lets out a deep breath and stops gripping his quill so tightly.
"How could you know?" Hiroshi demands. "You haven't got the ability."
"The ability to do something, and sensing when someone else is doing something are two different things," Renji shrugs. He continues his sums and figures while he speaks, not at all distracted.
"You don't have that ability either," Masaharu points out snidely as he saunters up to the group to stand beside Hiroshi.
"Call it intelligence then," Renji smirks over his parchment. "The moment Akaya begins to jump and flinch and upset his own work it isn't hard to come to the conclusion that one of you is invisible and teasing him again. The only part I don't understand is the loyalty you have imprinted onto him which keeps him from admitting what is going on."
Masaharu and Hiroshi exchange wicked smirks that state plainer than words could that they don't plan on sharing their secrets. Akaya fidgets with his quill, pulling at the feathers idly until one comes out and his face falls for a moment before looking guiltier than ever.
"So petty," Seiichi mutters to himself. "Why don't the two of you spend a little more time honing your skills as opposed to making a mockery of them, and yourselves, and others?"
Genichirou watches everyone's face carefully in turn, praying that everyone in the circle has the sense to know Seiichi's question is rhetorical and in no way should an attempt to answer be made. The quiet, contemplative expression is something he has already mastered, but nevertheless it is interesting to see its variations from one face to another.
"I think we've about reached our limits," Masaharu says lazily, stretching his arms above his head. "We're neither of us pure Kikuta or Muto. Probably lucky to have the skills we do have."
Seiichi pulls himself to his feet in a mess of mere seconds and dust whipping up from the ground. Genichirou stumbles after him, ready to hold him back if he decides upon physical action, even though the more likely route for Seiichi to take is more of his carefully chosen words. Less likely does not mean impossible, however, and so Genichirou hovers at Seiichi's side, fists uncurled and anticipating.
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Inspiration comes from the series Tales of The Otori by Lian Hearn. I've read the first three books at this point. All you really need to know are the various Tribe Clans and their skills.
-
(Kikuta) Seiichi
(Muto) Genichirou
(Kuroda) Renji
(Kikuta/Kuroda) Akaya
(Kikuta/Muto) Masaharu
(Kikuta/Muto) Hiroshi
(Muto) Jackal
(Muto) Bunta
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"Stop it, Masaharu," Seiichi says, thrusting his palm outwards and aiming straight for Masaharu's forehead. Genichirou cringes, waiting for the blow to connect and send Masaharu spiralling to the ground, but instead Seiichi's fingers pass through what once seemed solid and is now obviously a projection.
"I'd appreciate it if you would refrain also, Hiroshi," Renji murmurs just off to the right. Hiroshi reappears immediately, as though once someone knows you are invisible it is suddenly no fun any longer. Akaya beside him lets out a deep breath and stops gripping his quill so tightly.
"How could you know?" Hiroshi demands. "You haven't got the ability."
"The ability to do something, and sensing when someone else is doing something are two different things," Renji shrugs. He continues his sums and figures while he speaks, not at all distracted.
"You don't have that ability either," Masaharu points out snidely as he saunters up to the group to stand beside Hiroshi.
"Call it intelligence then," Renji smirks over his parchment. "The moment Akaya begins to jump and flinch and upset his own work it isn't hard to come to the conclusion that one of you is invisible and teasing him again. The only part I don't understand is the loyalty you have imprinted onto him which keeps him from admitting what is going on."
Masaharu and Hiroshi exchange wicked smirks that state plainer than words could that they don't plan on sharing their secrets. Akaya fidgets with his quill, pulling at the feathers idly until one comes out and his face falls for a moment before looking guiltier than ever.
"So petty," Seiichi mutters to himself. "Why don't the two of you spend a little more time honing your skills as opposed to making a mockery of them, and yourselves, and others?"
Genichirou watches everyone's face carefully in turn, praying that everyone in the circle has the sense to know Seiichi's question is rhetorical and in no way should an attempt to answer be made. The quiet, contemplative expression is something he has already mastered, but nevertheless it is interesting to see its variations from one face to another.
"I think we've about reached our limits," Masaharu says lazily, stretching his arms above his head. "We're neither of us pure Kikuta or Muto. Probably lucky to have the skills we do have."
Seiichi pulls himself to his feet in a mess of mere seconds and dust whipping up from the ground. Genichirou stumbles after him, ready to hold him back if he decides upon physical action, even though the more likely route for Seiichi to take is more of his carefully chosen words. Less likely does not mean impossible, however, and so Genichirou hovers at Seiichi's side, fists uncurled and anticipating.
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