Post by .unlogged// on Jun 14, 2007 18:08:49 GMT -5
His Life wasn't exactly what most Children would dream of. He didn't grow up in a "Picture Perfect World" with a nice Mother and Father, hell he barely even got the chance to know his Mother! His Father never paid any mind to him for he always focused and centered his thoughts about his Wife rather then his young Son. All Akira had done was try to get his Father to pay attention for at least a minute, even a minute would suffice so long as he acknowledged him! But sadly, that minute never came nor did the glance. So Life went on and the old man finally kicked the bucket. About time. Why Love someone that barely paid any mind to you, right? Sure he was his Father but hell, he didn't seem to be qualified to play that role anymore, well at least Akira thought this. Even now he didn't seem to be very effected by the fact he had no family and if he did he had left them behind in Japan. Instead of focusing on the past he was more concentrated on the now! He was pretty sure a lot of other kids had grown up the same but ended out differently, everyone did! Akira wasn't exactly proud to be who he was today but he didn't mind it either. He actually enjoyed being the sadistic, flirtatious, arrogant, SOB that he was today! If anything, that's what usually attracted both the Ladies and the Guys into his arms.
The pain in his shoulder, though dull began to pound mercilessly making the Asian youth awake from his horrid reminiscing. Hazel eyes blinked slowly to stare up at the sky light above him that arched up-wards into a pyramid shape allowing the moon's light to illuminate him making him seem to glow. The room that he remained in however, was less interesting then the youth was. With only a bed, drawer, and a mirror the room was just a giant heap of space that needed to be filled. The youth however, brushed his lightly tanned fingers through the locks of his dyed blond hair allowing cheek length bangs to fall back over his eye ending just below it whilst other strands fell to his cheeks. However his bangs to fall across his eyes. Upon sitting up he ran both of his slender hands through the gentle locks with a small growl. The back was simply cut short ending just at the end of his neck. Slipping from the bed he walked with long lean limbs to the dresser that was situated across from him having his shadow follow and stretch out against the wall behind him. The youth was naked save for a pair of plain dark navy boxers that clung to him as well as a plain white kimono which was left open revealing his chest and said boxers.
Moping over to the dresser he pulled one of the drawers open revealing neatly folded clothes of strange and bizarre fashions hinting at the "Gothic" or "Punk" styles. Lowering his head remembering his thoughts he leaned against the dresser for a moment before he pulled out a plain white sleeveless undershirt. Throwing the shirt on to his shoulder he crouched down with a tilt of his head and pulled out the bottom drawer and took out a pair of plain black leather pants that seemed to have very narrow and tight fitting legs. Despite the slim hugging form of the pants there were designs along the thighs. Throwing that over his shoulder as well the youth wandered back over to his bed where he threw them out in-front of him. Shrugging the fine cotton from his frame his bare back was exposed showing off the large inkings across his shoulder blades which were done up in the form of wings. Slipping the tight under shirt over himself he quickly slid into the black leather pants zippering then buttoning them closed feeling the material hug his long limbs. With the creak of leather pants he wandered silently about his room searching for something to wear on his feet. Upon finding a pair of black lace-up platform boots he slid his feet into them, having the mouth end a bit past his ankles only to be covered by the leather of his pants legs.
It was close to Sun rise which was his favorite time to just wander the city or rather outside of it. Though as he moped down the Logging roads the youth paused before a ruined Holy Temple, or Church to put it in laymen terms. It was strange because he hadn't noticed how far he had walked from the Night club he just came from. The young man could be described as feminine with a very petite build. The white undershirt could be seen though was covered by a sleeveless hooded vest which was also leather with golden within the inside. On his hands there were a pair of tanned beaded bracelets on the right wrist whilst a simple chain bracelet was worn on his left. A cross fell down to his chest having only a thick string keep it about his neck. The youth was of Asian origin, having those almost snake-like almond shaped eyes with the common dark hazel hue of the irises. Akira glanced up with hazel eyes at the tall Holy structure of the Temple awing at the flying buttresses of the large building where his eyes then settled on the large cross sitting on top of the highest tower. Why did he even wear a cross or come here for that matter? He wasn't even religious. Hell, he was raised Buddhist but even then he considered himself to be nothing. He wasn't very opinionated on the subject finding it a waste of time and thought.
He began to walk through the aisles coming across a small orchid behind the Church where the Graveyard was in clear sight just a few yards away. The youth gave a small sigh and began to wander under the cherry blossom trees which were lovely in full bloom this type of year and often perfumed the air with a soft musk. Gods he just felt like screaming now! There was so much going on; too much to deal with and it frustrated him knowing he had no control over his own Life anymore. Tero..his elder brother did. He always did. Releasing a loud aggravated scream he slid down the trunk of the sakura tree only to shut his eyes tightly allowing his head to loll back against the smooth bark of the tree behind him. He sat there with his eyes closed for a while longer until he opened his eyes into narrowed slits that gazed up at the blinding pinks of the cherry blossoms above him in a thick canopy.
"Gaman dekinai.."
His voice was deep though laced with pain and pent up frustration but also remained a low growl.
[Gaman dekinai- I can't stand this]
[Mirai Akira Takahashi.]
[/right]The pain in his shoulder, though dull began to pound mercilessly making the Asian youth awake from his horrid reminiscing. Hazel eyes blinked slowly to stare up at the sky light above him that arched up-wards into a pyramid shape allowing the moon's light to illuminate him making him seem to glow. The room that he remained in however, was less interesting then the youth was. With only a bed, drawer, and a mirror the room was just a giant heap of space that needed to be filled. The youth however, brushed his lightly tanned fingers through the locks of his dyed blond hair allowing cheek length bangs to fall back over his eye ending just below it whilst other strands fell to his cheeks. However his bangs to fall across his eyes. Upon sitting up he ran both of his slender hands through the gentle locks with a small growl. The back was simply cut short ending just at the end of his neck. Slipping from the bed he walked with long lean limbs to the dresser that was situated across from him having his shadow follow and stretch out against the wall behind him. The youth was naked save for a pair of plain dark navy boxers that clung to him as well as a plain white kimono which was left open revealing his chest and said boxers.
Moping over to the dresser he pulled one of the drawers open revealing neatly folded clothes of strange and bizarre fashions hinting at the "Gothic" or "Punk" styles. Lowering his head remembering his thoughts he leaned against the dresser for a moment before he pulled out a plain white sleeveless undershirt. Throwing the shirt on to his shoulder he crouched down with a tilt of his head and pulled out the bottom drawer and took out a pair of plain black leather pants that seemed to have very narrow and tight fitting legs. Despite the slim hugging form of the pants there were designs along the thighs. Throwing that over his shoulder as well the youth wandered back over to his bed where he threw them out in-front of him. Shrugging the fine cotton from his frame his bare back was exposed showing off the large inkings across his shoulder blades which were done up in the form of wings. Slipping the tight under shirt over himself he quickly slid into the black leather pants zippering then buttoning them closed feeling the material hug his long limbs. With the creak of leather pants he wandered silently about his room searching for something to wear on his feet. Upon finding a pair of black lace-up platform boots he slid his feet into them, having the mouth end a bit past his ankles only to be covered by the leather of his pants legs.
It was close to Sun rise which was his favorite time to just wander the city or rather outside of it. Though as he moped down the Logging roads the youth paused before a ruined Holy Temple, or Church to put it in laymen terms. It was strange because he hadn't noticed how far he had walked from the Night club he just came from. The young man could be described as feminine with a very petite build. The white undershirt could be seen though was covered by a sleeveless hooded vest which was also leather with golden within the inside. On his hands there were a pair of tanned beaded bracelets on the right wrist whilst a simple chain bracelet was worn on his left. A cross fell down to his chest having only a thick string keep it about his neck. The youth was of Asian origin, having those almost snake-like almond shaped eyes with the common dark hazel hue of the irises. Akira glanced up with hazel eyes at the tall Holy structure of the Temple awing at the flying buttresses of the large building where his eyes then settled on the large cross sitting on top of the highest tower. Why did he even wear a cross or come here for that matter? He wasn't even religious. Hell, he was raised Buddhist but even then he considered himself to be nothing. He wasn't very opinionated on the subject finding it a waste of time and thought.
He began to walk through the aisles coming across a small orchid behind the Church where the Graveyard was in clear sight just a few yards away. The youth gave a small sigh and began to wander under the cherry blossom trees which were lovely in full bloom this type of year and often perfumed the air with a soft musk. Gods he just felt like screaming now! There was so much going on; too much to deal with and it frustrated him knowing he had no control over his own Life anymore. Tero..his elder brother did. He always did. Releasing a loud aggravated scream he slid down the trunk of the sakura tree only to shut his eyes tightly allowing his head to loll back against the smooth bark of the tree behind him. He sat there with his eyes closed for a while longer until he opened his eyes into narrowed slits that gazed up at the blinding pinks of the cherry blossoms above him in a thick canopy.
"Gaman dekinai.."
His voice was deep though laced with pain and pent up frustration but also remained a low growl.
[Gaman dekinai- I can't stand this]
[Mirai Akira Takahashi.]