Post by Kaz-chan on Apr 15, 2005 22:22:24 GMT -5
Ooc| Alright, now this takes place in seven years in the future of YYH. Please, please if you join don't automatically make yourself wed to any of the originals! Anyway, I though this might be fun, ya know, mix it up a little? I know my intro is both long and crappy but bare with me...
Vacant washboard names flew across the screen, each black pixel permeating the glossy white sea of his metrically flickering monitor. It seemed well enough, someone so softhearted to have his childrens' futures dancing in the palm of his hand.
Kazuma Kuwabara, age twenty-two. Following the much-needed breath of fresh air issued by Yusuke’s valiant return from demon world a great deal had taken place (as expected). For one Kazuma had maintained a B+ average in high school and come out of a decent four-year college with a degree in teaching. (Strangely ironic, wouldn’t you agree?) This was all thanks to his sister’s physically enforced work ethic, which really did get him back on the horse, and into his books. He subbed for a good while before applying at Sarayashki junior. Oddly enough one Mr.Iwamoto whom had offered the school twenty some odd years of service retired on the very same day that Mr.Kuwabara applied, his only explanation was that his greatest nightmare had finally come to life and his old heart couldn’t take it. Teaching hadn’t exactly been his dream job, originally he had wanted to be a racecar driver but somehow that didn’t quite pan out. Sadly, that wasn’t the only thing that didn’t pan-out for dear Kazuma. The acclaimed love of his life, a koorime by the name of Yukina and the age of some three hundred odd years never really returned any of his mislead affection. He discovered shortly after than in his ignorance he hadn’t bother to notice that the koorime knew little to nothing on the subject of men, and that they become quite fragile in the realm of men.
The monitor turned an awkward shade of olive before the color seemed to implode and replace itself with a sooty late black. The room was very small and very poorly light, the only notable source being the dim glow of a dieing jade-shelled desk lamp. Kazuma sighed gently and leant his brass iron rod chair back on its hind legs. It seemed ages since he had last peered out his window to catch a glimpse of Kurama or Yusuke stalking the boulevard of his youth and now he was without purpose. A large mottled brown lump strode from the book-laden corners of the small office; it’s eyes catching bright bullion in the dusk. “Hey girl.” He offered a kind hand, which the feline took up swiftly with her whiskers and a guttural purr. Cats, or pets in general were strictly forbidden in his little apartment complex but that was hardly enough to make him part ways with his old friend and first /love/.
About ten minutes later Kazuma had risen from his lead to fetch a glass of orange juice ( You are what you eat! Or…drink I suppose) and stood now in his makeshift living area staring idly at the tatty mahogany stairway leading to the roof. Whether a supple smile or a soft frown braced his lips was hard to say in the poor light of his home, regardless he set himself steadily upon the ladder and pushed away the small ceiling panel that barred him from the elements. This knocked a great deal of dust from the rafters which invaded all most every corner of both his spongy reddened hair and his living room causing a silent sneeze from his feline companion and an aggravated jingle of her bell.
It was lucky that he should have been awarded the top apartment seeing as he often took shelter on the roof when his cluttered home proved unbearable. Standing there in the dull light of the new moon it was obvious how much he evolved physically. Kazuma placed a hand at the side of head I an attempt to calm his greatly darkened tuft of hair, which wiped about violently in the chill breeze. He stood now a good seven feet tall, which luckily did nothing to harm his physic. His eyes still held a young sort of sharpness though the corners had glazed over gently. His bones had finished shifting and his face had evened out a great deal, his obtrusive cheekbones were no more and he nearly lost that horse-like quality he had been hounded for. One might even go as far as to say he was by some books handsome. A fitting end for an otherwise washed up tired bachelor like himself.
If he had been jovial earlier without recognition it was apparent now as he eyed the small dormant smokestack of the abandoned apartment to his left. It had….been along time after all, but when your given such power it’s difficult not to try every now and then. What’s forgotten is lost for good, right? There was no sign of strain as he rolled up the right sleeve of his yellow blazer and rekindled a familiar billowing flame in his palm. There was little time to think before he found him self-pouncing upon the sooty flue and severing it through the middle. The top portion slid off with a loud tinny clang as he clapped his hands together smiling slightly. “ I guess it’s been awhile, huh?”<br>
Vacant washboard names flew across the screen, each black pixel permeating the glossy white sea of his metrically flickering monitor. It seemed well enough, someone so softhearted to have his childrens' futures dancing in the palm of his hand.
Kazuma Kuwabara, age twenty-two. Following the much-needed breath of fresh air issued by Yusuke’s valiant return from demon world a great deal had taken place (as expected). For one Kazuma had maintained a B+ average in high school and come out of a decent four-year college with a degree in teaching. (Strangely ironic, wouldn’t you agree?) This was all thanks to his sister’s physically enforced work ethic, which really did get him back on the horse, and into his books. He subbed for a good while before applying at Sarayashki junior. Oddly enough one Mr.Iwamoto whom had offered the school twenty some odd years of service retired on the very same day that Mr.Kuwabara applied, his only explanation was that his greatest nightmare had finally come to life and his old heart couldn’t take it. Teaching hadn’t exactly been his dream job, originally he had wanted to be a racecar driver but somehow that didn’t quite pan out. Sadly, that wasn’t the only thing that didn’t pan-out for dear Kazuma. The acclaimed love of his life, a koorime by the name of Yukina and the age of some three hundred odd years never really returned any of his mislead affection. He discovered shortly after than in his ignorance he hadn’t bother to notice that the koorime knew little to nothing on the subject of men, and that they become quite fragile in the realm of men.
The monitor turned an awkward shade of olive before the color seemed to implode and replace itself with a sooty late black. The room was very small and very poorly light, the only notable source being the dim glow of a dieing jade-shelled desk lamp. Kazuma sighed gently and leant his brass iron rod chair back on its hind legs. It seemed ages since he had last peered out his window to catch a glimpse of Kurama or Yusuke stalking the boulevard of his youth and now he was without purpose. A large mottled brown lump strode from the book-laden corners of the small office; it’s eyes catching bright bullion in the dusk. “Hey girl.” He offered a kind hand, which the feline took up swiftly with her whiskers and a guttural purr. Cats, or pets in general were strictly forbidden in his little apartment complex but that was hardly enough to make him part ways with his old friend and first /love/.
About ten minutes later Kazuma had risen from his lead to fetch a glass of orange juice ( You are what you eat! Or…drink I suppose) and stood now in his makeshift living area staring idly at the tatty mahogany stairway leading to the roof. Whether a supple smile or a soft frown braced his lips was hard to say in the poor light of his home, regardless he set himself steadily upon the ladder and pushed away the small ceiling panel that barred him from the elements. This knocked a great deal of dust from the rafters which invaded all most every corner of both his spongy reddened hair and his living room causing a silent sneeze from his feline companion and an aggravated jingle of her bell.
It was lucky that he should have been awarded the top apartment seeing as he often took shelter on the roof when his cluttered home proved unbearable. Standing there in the dull light of the new moon it was obvious how much he evolved physically. Kazuma placed a hand at the side of head I an attempt to calm his greatly darkened tuft of hair, which wiped about violently in the chill breeze. He stood now a good seven feet tall, which luckily did nothing to harm his physic. His eyes still held a young sort of sharpness though the corners had glazed over gently. His bones had finished shifting and his face had evened out a great deal, his obtrusive cheekbones were no more and he nearly lost that horse-like quality he had been hounded for. One might even go as far as to say he was by some books handsome. A fitting end for an otherwise washed up tired bachelor like himself.
If he had been jovial earlier without recognition it was apparent now as he eyed the small dormant smokestack of the abandoned apartment to his left. It had….been along time after all, but when your given such power it’s difficult not to try every now and then. What’s forgotten is lost for good, right? There was no sign of strain as he rolled up the right sleeve of his yellow blazer and rekindled a familiar billowing flame in his palm. There was little time to think before he found him self-pouncing upon the sooty flue and severing it through the middle. The top portion slid off with a loud tinny clang as he clapped his hands together smiling slightly. “ I guess it’s been awhile, huh?”<br>