Comfort In A Bowl [Open]

[YUE RIRICHIYO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 400px; background: url(http://i1054.photobucket.com/albums/s491/thechouks/PATTERNS/77words_patt7_191.gif); border: 0px,bTable][cs=2][style=font-family: Arial-Black; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #0C5DA5; text-align: center; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #F4F0E5; width: 90%; margin: 5px 5px -5px 30px;]Under a dome of white jasmine[/style][style=font-family: Arial-Black; font-size: 6.9pt; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #0C5DA5; text-align: right; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #F4F0E5; width: 70%; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;]Sous le dome epais ou le blanc jasmin[/style]

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In fact, she wasn't sure if she was looking for it. However she knew when an occasion should be taken, especially when presented on a silver platter.
It was a tranquil, silent night in Ikebukuro. One of those rare nights where it seemed that every one of it's inhabitants mutually agreed on a peaceful night. Not that this town was known for crime or loud disturbances. But with Shibuya and Shijuku just minutes nearby, you never knew.

But now here she was, taking a seat with the warmth of her long blue, autumn coat around her. Yue Ririchiyo had managed, by mere luck, to get a spot in the traveling Hagakure caravan. But strangely, she was the only one here. Only one little teenager to enjoy a hot and delicious ramen that many traveled to get. This time it seems the owner chose to stay inside a small neighborhood. Maybe it was meant to truly be a peaceful night after all.

Once she was asked what she'd take, she replied of a meek voice to take the beef special. Lots of calories, vegetables, noodles, soup and of course, an incredible amount of meat. But she most likely needed it. Calories were easily burned during her training. and it was most likely what she'd end up doing as soon as she'd leave her seat. Blushing lightly at the wide eyes of the cook and the sudden laugh, she quietly gave a gentle smile, meaning she was serious, soon followed by a soft giggle. She had managed to surprise herself after all. A little miss who was able to eat such a bowl by herself.

The only thing she started to ponder on, as her bowl was prepared, was if the seats beside her would also remain empty...
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[YURI LORENZE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=class, TIMEBOMB] [classy=TIMEBOMB-icon][/classy][classy=TIMEBOMB-icon] [/classy][classy=TIMEBOMB-lyrics] It was like a time bomb set into motion[/classy] [classy=TIMEBOMB-words] ✵ On a peaceful night such as this, Yuri would have been curled up somewhere with a good book. Though tonight it seemed he took the peace to escape from his room. All he would be waiting for now was a reason for his walk to be disturbed. With how many enemies he had made Yuri wouldn't be surprised if and when it happened. No plans had been made to actually do anything tonight. Out of the few paths he could take the one he picked was the least expected. The only way to find this place consisted of hunting for it or by some miracle it found you instead. With how silent his steps were the boy would seem to blend into the surrounding silence of the night. The bright blue eyes he shared with his mother barely glanced over the other occupant. People never caught his attention for long when he had other things on his mind. In this case his attention was diverted because of two things. One he didn't know her other then few times he walked passed her on the street. And two he avoided people whenever he had the ability to keep them far away. Now that the girl talked much by the quiet tone of her voice when she ordered. He couldn't help the awkward feeling that only kept growing the longer he sat here. Maybe it would have been a smarter idea to back out of this and go back home. The only thing that meek voice of this little girl reminded him of was a very weak person. That would be rude to say to someone he didn't know though. Since when had he ever actually cared about anyone other then his own life. He barely remembered that he hadn't brought his jacket so the bruises and bandages were visible. Who cared what appearance it gave him at this point. Just the smell of food when it reached his nose made him groan quietly. The amused smirk crossed his lips as he looked at her. So she thought she had the stomach for something big like that. Yuri barely ate as it was so just the thought of her eating that and proving him wrong would be a shock. Forced to break the silence just to say something to this shy little girl. "You are really serious about that huh?" His voice paused near the end of that sentence, he wanted to say something darker but didn't. The problem with two quiet people in one place would be the lack of conversation. Yuri would continue to keep his distance from her. Only ordering something small that would keep the boy from getting sick. Curiosity killed the cat and maybe this little girl would do with something like that. The only thought he had was how socially detached he wanted to remain. But something had dragged him here against his own will. Not that she really needed to know that. Yuri wouldn't bother talking to the girl after this was over. He looked calm at first glance but his eyes held tension hidden deep within them. His only question happened to be just how could she handle someone like him?[/classy][classy=TIMEBOMB-ooc]TAG: Yue WORDS: 000 NOTES: Let the Awkward noodle sharing conversation begin. Come on Yuri...you can say more then that![/classy] [classy=TIMEBOMB-lyrics2]We knew that we were destined to explode[classy=bomb][/classy][/classy]

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[YUE RIRICHIYO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 400px; background: url(http://i1054.photobucket.com/albums/s491/thechouks/PATTERNS/77words_patt7_191.gif); border: 0px,bTable][cs=2][style=font-family: Arial-Black; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #0C5DA5; text-align: center; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #F4F0E5; width: 90%; margin: 5px 5px -5px 30px;]Under a dome of white jasmine[/style][style=font-family: Arial-Black; font-size: 6.9pt; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #0C5DA5; text-align: right; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #F4F0E5; width: 70%; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;]Sous le dome epais ou le blanc jasmin[/style]

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[style= font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; background-color: #F4F0E5; color: #090974; width: 316px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; text-indent: 20px;]This surpassed her expectations, alright.

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Out of all the people she could share a place to be with, she hardly expected a childhood...acquaintance. They hardly talked, looked eye to eye, or anything that qualified friends do. But deep within was mutual respect for one another, at least it's what she thought.
Turning her head to meet his gaze when she heard his words, Yue only offered a nod "Eating a lot of calories is needed for intense workout, Lorenze-sempai." she replied politely, meekly yes, but even he knew that behind that weak voice was someone who wished to grow stronger.

Blinking at the sight of his wounds, she hummed and buried her hand in her messenger bag, hoping to find just the thing he could use. It didn't shock her, no. Anyone was used to seeing Yuri with wounds and cuts. She certainly knew he was quite skilled with a knife, in many scary ways.
The blue haired girl offered a simple bandage roll to her... friend, she supposed. "You should... get those treated soon, sempai..." She had a bad notion of friends, a misunderstood one, but she had little to work with when she was left alone the majority of her life.
Once she received her order, she smiled gently, a light blush indicating her delight, spreading on her cheeks as she bowed her head and took of her chopsticks. The one thing that got her curious was why did such a person as Yuri come here to eat? He definitely wasn't the type to gobble down a bowl of ramen. At least from what she remembered.

All she did was eat at a slow, relaxing pace. Starting with noodles, next with veggies and finally ending with the mountain of meat. It might actually take her quite a time to get all this food eaten but she was enjoying it. Hagakure was, to some, a chance that could be met very little times in a whole life. by tasting, she managed to understand why.
Looking over at Yuri, she gave a small, shy smiled as she took a small piece of meat and offered it to the fellow blueheaded boy "...You should try." She quietly told with a little nod.

Seems like this ramen stand certainly has a hidden magic for creating conversations.
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[YURI LORENZE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=class, TIMEBOMB] [classy=TIMEBOMB-icon][/classy][classy=TIMEBOMB-icon] [/classy][classy=TIMEBOMB-lyrics] It was like a time bomb set into motion[/classy] [classy=TIMEBOMB-words] ✵ From past experiences he knew this would go awkward fast. Why now of all times did Yue have to be the one he ran into. He hardly talked to anyone much less the acquaintance who stalked him through his childhood. Respect was not a word he used lightly but she gained it. Not that he would admit that to her. Yuri ignored his temptation to slip away from this conversation and leave. He questioned why she called him Sempai as if it held any meaning to him. Sighing lightly before he started to talk without turning his attention to her. "Still thinking like that. You really never change." The tone of her voice annoyed him as it did when they were younger. It would explain why he barely talked to her only pushing right past her. Yuri only huffed following up with it by rolling his eyes. Such annoyance from a cute little shrimp. Tugging at his shirt keeping distracted from looking into her eyes. He could hear her digging around in the bag she kept with her. Yuri's attention remained on picking something to eat then getting out of here. Before he started to actually have a conversation with her. They weren't little kids anymore and he didn't care to talk to others. "You shouldn't help me." He sighed. People would be better off just leaving him alone which was all he wanted. The bright blue eyes glanced over at her as he reached out to grab the bandages. His hand brushed against Yue's as he pulled back. While he might look calm underneath the surface he couldn't help how annoyed he felt. 'Why the hell did you do that.' Even if she didn't notice his hand had lingered for a second. The way she suggested he get his wounds tended infuriated the male. At least she would be luck this time. He didn't have a knife and he wouldn't hurt a girl. Yue once again just confused him with almost everything she did. Turning his attention back down to the roll of bandages in his hands. It would keep him from wanting to poke at the sudden blush staining the girl's skin. Pale, delicate and if he wanted to be nice just plain cute. 'Stop thinking like that..' He muttered idiot under his breath before looking back to her again. Only thought he had would be about how the chopsticks could make a good weapon. Definitely the best thing to think of when in the presence of a girl. Yuri sighed, gripping at the roll of bandages that he still hadn't done anything with. The first destination had not been here but now he was here. Nothing would get him out of it without him coming across as rude. Amused once again by the thought of her being able to eat all of that. The boy blinked looking at her with pure confusion. She treated him differently then the others. It didn't help that he liked to watch people run away from him out of fear. "Hm..? but that's for you isn't it?" The boy rolled his eyes yawning before looking over at her. Not that she pushed things unless it really needed to happen. "No..tha--" The male stopped talking only to let his hands fall onto his lap. He stole the meat from her without speaking another word. She would have probably showed him that small, cute pout the girl had ever since she was younger. Yuri swallowed as he tried to hide the small wince. If she was way too wrapped up in eating her noodles then he could get his and escape. Pain moved up his arm as he lifted it up to bandage it. Holding tight to one end of the bandages he tried to wrap the wound. It didn't bug him that he was in a public place like this. "Even after all these years you are still that shy cute little girl." He spoke without even caring about what he said. It wouldn't be that harsh because he spoke with emotion in his tone. To think a ramen place would bring the two of them together all over again. The tension was more like his shield something to protect him from those out to get him. Hopefully she would be the one who got that. Yuri changed from the cute little child he been before. [/classy][classy=TIMEBOMB-ooc]TAG: Yue WORDS: 000 NOTES: Let the Awkward noodle sharing conversation begin. Come on Yuri...you can say more then that![/classy] [classy=TIMEBOMB-lyrics2]We knew that we were destined to explode[classy=bomb][/classy][/classy]

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[YUE RIRICHIYO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 400px; background: url(http://i1054.photobucket.com/albums/s491/thechouks/PATTERNS/77words_patt7_191.gif); border: 0px,bTable][cs=2][style=font-family: Arial-Black; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #0C5DA5; text-align: center; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #F4F0E5; width: 90%; margin: 5px 5px -5px 30px;]Under a dome of white jasmine[/style][style=font-family: Arial-Black; font-size: 6.9pt; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #0C5DA5; text-align: right; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #F4F0E5; width: 70%; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;]Sous le dome epais ou le blanc jasmin[/style]

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A feeling that she knew more about him than others did. Yet there was this nostalgia. This feeling that things of before can't be the same. She couldn't be the same smiling and giggling girl. Just as he couldn't be the kind and sweet little guy. Both of them and everything they knew had... Grown up, in a way. Sighing, she turned back to her bowl and tried her best to not pay Yuri any attention as she ate peacefully. It seemed like the right thing to do, seeing all the signs he sent out wishing to be left alone. "...I'm sorry." she quietly told, planning these to be the last words they shared for the night, like always.

She gave him subtle things. Small help, small, unnoticeable care and somehow, she was sure he was doing the same. yes, in his own way, but with Yuri, it was hard to do otherwise. She didn't blame how he grew up. She too, had one track minded parents. Except hers never bothered to come back home, only supporting her with monthly checks of money for her to live. Maybe she was envious of her sempai. Just as she secretly looked up to him too.

His next words were the ones to break her out of her trance. That little comment about... being the same as back then? Was she now? A flamboyant red blush spread on her cheek like a wild fire as she stared at him with wide eyes, the noddles held in her chopsticks falling back in the bowl "Sempai...please don't joke..." she told and looked down at her bowl, maybe she wanted to hide away and run with the ramen. Those comments about being cute... They always embarrassed her to a point. They made her feel nervous and gave her the need to change.

Damn those cute looks and that reflex to blush so quickly.
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[YURI LORENZE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=class, TIMEBOMB] [classy=TIMEBOMB-icon][/classy][classy=TIMEBOMB-icon] [/classy][classy=TIMEBOMB-lyrics] It was like a time bomb set into motion[/classy] [classy=TIMEBOMB-words] ✵ Why did this happen with her around? Memories of his past the few times they talked to each other. Nothing could change things back to how it had been. Was she more aware of that then he was? Possibly with how she acted at this moment. Part of him didn't wish to believe it when he could use this to ignore the world around them. Quickly shoving those thoughts far away from his mind so he could keep appearances. If he had known her thoughts he would have pointed out that growing up wasn't the word for it. Yuri felt peaceful now that she was ignoring him, though at the same time he didn't like it. Having her ignore him made something he kept hidden try to force its way out. The memories of that childish stammer when he tried to speak to her. No way would he fall back into those habits after he finally escaped. "Don't apologize to me." His tone was quiet but forceful. While they were both quiet he could be forceful and harsh. The blue haired male did not understand why she would just let people do those things to her. After he had caught someone doing that to her he had beaten them up. Hearing them beg for him to stop made him smirk. Now was not the time for that he knew it. Awkward silence allowed the sounds of the night to slip through. Yuri sighed folding the piece of paper sitting before him. How could this conversation gone from weird to just plain awkward in a matter of moments. The past would always remain just that. Unless he let his mind drag it back up. Of course now of all times he had to think of those people. The ones he was supposed to call parents even when they didn't act like it. Not about to complain because he knew about Yue's parents. And wanted to hit them over the head for it. He couldn't understand how parents did that to the child they supposebly loved. While Yuri's parents were controlling and only had one plan for him they had always been around. Even when he wanted to make them go away for awhile. Both of them had secrets that they didn't want anyone to discover. He cared about her more then he would ever admit. The boy let his hair cover his eyes wondering why he even said that. He had tried to keep calm, closed off and maybe even just plain cold. None of it seemed to work. The moment he tried it the harder it would get. Yuri who could be distant in any situation had difficulty here. Was it because he knew who this girl was? Not the mask she held but what was hidden behind all of that. Looking up just as the blush spread across her face he blinked in confusion. Reaching up with a half bandaged arm to poke at her cheek. "What are you blushing for. I'm not joking you know." If she wanted to run away then it would be her choice. All it would prove to Yuri was that he should have shut his mouth. Part of him questioned if coming out here at all had been a good idea. Yue had always been cute to him, not because he wanted to make her feel good. No he might have had a secret little crush on her when they were younger. Remaining stubborn the mysterious boy would not admit anything when she didn't need to know. He half wanted to tell her she needed to finish that because his stomach was just not happy about it. If the silence suddenly surfaced again she might have heard it growl. Sighing wondering again why he put up with this. Maybe turning to leave would be a better idea.[/classy][classy=TIMEBOMB-ooc]TAG: Yue WORDS: 000 NOTES: Let the Awkward noodle sharing conversation begin. Come on Yuri...you can say more then that![/classy] [classy=TIMEBOMB-lyrics2]We knew that we were destined to explode[classy=bomb][/classy][/classy]

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[YUE RIRICHIYO]

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[style= font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; background-color: #F4F0E5; color: #090974; width: 316px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; text-indent: 20px;]Major discomfort.

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That was just the thing to describe how she felt. She managed a small whimper before looking away and shaking her head "W-why say that so suddenly, sempai...?" Hey, her voice sounded different this time. It wasn't a meek, soft one but rather a flustered one, making her speak quickly. Yue never knew how to read her fellow violent companion. She knew they had things in common, such as cooking. But she also knew he was blunt and truthful towards everyone. So maybe, it didn't mean anything at all...?

Maybe it was just her mind trying to make her think all sorts of... Scenarios that other girls usually dreams of. But she wasn't like other girls And Yuri... Certainly wasn't the charming prince on a horse. Metaphorically. Now that she thought about it, what kind of girls does he like? Would he like gifts given by girls? Does he even get any from secret crushes? Or maybe he's the one who sends gifts. Questions continuously filled her mind and only kept contributing to making her blush spread further.

Soon enough, she managed to snap right out of her thought as she heard a stomach growl "Sempai...I'm not holding you here, aren't i?" Yuri didn't have a stomach like hers. So therefore, he didn't have much reasons to sit next to her. Unless he decided to take something that wouldn't be too much. He had to be hungry somehow, right?

Realizing that she was indeed leaving her food alone, she wielded her chopsticks and kept eating, her attention still focused on him.
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[YURI LORENZE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=class, TIMEBOMB] [classy=TIMEBOMB-icon][/classy][classy=TIMEBOMB-icon] [/classy][classy=TIMEBOMB-lyrics] It was like a time bomb set into motion[/classy] [classy=TIMEBOMB-words] ✵ His problem was now that he didn't know how to explain what he felt. This conversation was so awkward for him. Only reason that it was happened to be cause he was talking to his old friend. Well he had once called her a friend did it apply now? No it didn't Yuri would have to keep on telling himself that. If he let her get close he didn't know where it would end. He blinked at the small whimper that sent his mind spiraling into confusion. Why did she do that? Wasn't being called cute a good thing even if it was from someone who hardly said those things. He tried to speak only to have his voice stammer at first. "I..i well it's true to me..at least." Turning his attention away from her as the light blush coated his cheeks. Why did this happen to him? He could feel the heat that grew even harder to ignore. Yuri didn't mean to say something like that or did he? It felt so wrong and so right but harder to make sense of. Hearing her voice turn flustered he tried his best to hold back a small laugh. It was so cute no matter how many things she did to say she wasn't cute it was always proved wrong. The want to be violent suddenly grew out of the confusion. He gripped at the bandages again just looking down in front of him. For once Yuri seemed just about as flustered as his supposed friend was. He spoke quickly again as he tried to explain what happened. "I..I mean. You are so..Unless I'm saying something wrong." How could one girl he hadn't talked to for such a long time make him so confused. Nervous could also be another word for what was happening. He had never thought about girls much less being friends or dating them. So Yuri didn't even know what to make of this right now. The questions that flickered through his mind one after the other made it harder. Reaching up to poke her blush so she wouldn't notice his. "Oh no...I'm just thinking of what to eat." He looked around trying to divert her attention away from him but it didn't work. Food would probably do him some good right about now. Really he just didn't know what to get because he was slightly indecisive sometimes. "Yue.." He paused after speaking her name not really sure where to go with this. Yuri would still be looking down at the bandages if she turned to look at him. He hoped she would just keep eating and ignore him. The wounds burned for the moment but he quickly shoved it away. His attention wanted to be on her for once nothing else but the person in front of him.[/classy][classy=TIMEBOMB-ooc]TAG: Yue WORDS: 000 NOTES: Let the Awkward noodle sharing conversation begin. Come on Yuri...you can say more then that![/classy] [classy=TIMEBOMB-lyrics2]We knew that we were destined to explode[classy=bomb][/classy][/classy]

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