Post by .unlogged// on Jun 4, 2007 19:20:23 GMT -5
His Life wasn't exactly what most Children would dream of. He didn't grow up in a Fairy Tale 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 always focusing and centering 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, he allowed his bangs to fall back over his eye ending just below it whilst other strands fell to his cheeks. However his bangs were the only thing he had dyed blond, for the rest he simply left alone to be his natural color in the back. Upon sitting up he ran both of his slender hands through the gentle locks with a small growl. His bangs were cut just below his eyes, covering the right eye but was parted so that it didn't cover the other. Slipping from the bed he walked with long lean limbs to the dresser that was situated across from the bed. His shadow followed him though stretched 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 an orange 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 and colors. Lowering his head remembering the dream he leaned against the dresser for a moment before he pulled out a plain white dress shirt. 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 rather large pair of plain black pants that seemed to have very large and baggy legs. Despite the wide legs of the pants the cloth was made of heavy jean-esque material and had large red zippers running along the back, as well as a few miscellaneous zippers that ran along the sides of the legs. 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 his bare arms through the long sleeves of the dress shirt that clung to his frame he quickly slid into the large black pants zippering then buttoning them closed. With the swish of large pants legs he wandered silently about his room searching for something to wear on his feet. Upon finding a pair of wooden sandals he slipped his feet into them.
Tonight, he wanted to forget about his troubles and to just relax in the City. Akira made his way to-wards his dresser once again, rolled up his sleeves and strapped a white studded wrist band across his wrist. Slipping a small silver chain over his head, he let it dangle down to his stomach, which currently was bothering him to go out and eat something. Brushing his hair he walked to-wards the door and down the many flights of stairs though paused looking to a large yellow disk that was the face of a clock. It wasn't too late to go out for a walk much less a bite to eat. Continuing down the stairs he soon left the apartment building and found himself at the mall. Eh he didn't really like such inhabited places such as this, too many people crammed into one place often had that effect on the somewhat anti-social teen. Hmm, there was a face he had wanted to see since School but the odds of her being here within the Mall were probably slim. She didn't seem like the Mall type but then again neither did he. Taking his chances he stepped inside with hands drawn into his pockets and a scowl on his face. Already there were too many people. About to leave the mall his stomach interjected and soon guided Akira down the paths looking for some sort of restaurant that caught his nose. Pizza? Ehh, he didn't really care for it. Burger? O yes nothing says satisfied appetite like obesity and deep fried cow. With a roll of his eyes he pushed forward..
[/color][/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, he allowed his bangs to fall back over his eye ending just below it whilst other strands fell to his cheeks. However his bangs were the only thing he had dyed blond, for the rest he simply left alone to be his natural color in the back. Upon sitting up he ran both of his slender hands through the gentle locks with a small growl. His bangs were cut just below his eyes, covering the right eye but was parted so that it didn't cover the other. Slipping from the bed he walked with long lean limbs to the dresser that was situated across from the bed. His shadow followed him though stretched 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 an orange 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 and colors. Lowering his head remembering the dream he leaned against the dresser for a moment before he pulled out a plain white dress shirt. 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 rather large pair of plain black pants that seemed to have very large and baggy legs. Despite the wide legs of the pants the cloth was made of heavy jean-esque material and had large red zippers running along the back, as well as a few miscellaneous zippers that ran along the sides of the legs. 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 his bare arms through the long sleeves of the dress shirt that clung to his frame he quickly slid into the large black pants zippering then buttoning them closed. With the swish of large pants legs he wandered silently about his room searching for something to wear on his feet. Upon finding a pair of wooden sandals he slipped his feet into them.
Tonight, he wanted to forget about his troubles and to just relax in the City. Akira made his way to-wards his dresser once again, rolled up his sleeves and strapped a white studded wrist band across his wrist. Slipping a small silver chain over his head, he let it dangle down to his stomach, which currently was bothering him to go out and eat something. Brushing his hair he walked to-wards the door and down the many flights of stairs though paused looking to a large yellow disk that was the face of a clock. It wasn't too late to go out for a walk much less a bite to eat. Continuing down the stairs he soon left the apartment building and found himself at the mall. Eh he didn't really like such inhabited places such as this, too many people crammed into one place often had that effect on the somewhat anti-social teen. Hmm, there was a face he had wanted to see since School but the odds of her being here within the Mall were probably slim. She didn't seem like the Mall type but then again neither did he. Taking his chances he stepped inside with hands drawn into his pockets and a scowl on his face. Already there were too many people. About to leave the mall his stomach interjected and soon guided Akira down the paths looking for some sort of restaurant that caught his nose. Pizza? Ehh, he didn't really care for it. Burger? O yes nothing says satisfied appetite like obesity and deep fried cow. With a roll of his eyes he pushed forward..
