RP Log: Hokuto and Kamui [COMPLETE]

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When; 07/27/06 (Or before Kamui met up with Subaru for a DATE♥)
Rating; PG. Maaaybe PG-13 for slight references to crossdressing.
Characters; Sumeragi Hokuto (kawaii_hokuto) and Shirou Kamui (fateisabitch)
Summary; Kamui is FINALLY found by Hokuto. Teasing, measurement-taking, and yelling abound. Oh, and Kamui is officially a little scared of Hokuto.
Log;

Ugh. As much as Kamui didn't want to, he HAD to leave the apartment: the ticking he heard most of the time was finally getting to him, and Subaru had said the only way to stop it was to be around people. So, fine. Being around people he would do. Besides, he needed groceries anyway.

So, after getting dressed in a simple white oversized shirt and blue jeans, he left his apartment, pausing to lock the door. With a sigh, he turned, only to have his face melt to a look of horror when he realized who was standing at the door across from him, messing with her lock as well.

"Mooooou~! LOCK WHEN I TELL YOU TO!" Hokuto was getting more than a little fed-up with the doorknob at this point. It just seemed not to lock properly, and every time she thought she had it, it would unlock with a simple twist of the doorknob. How frustrating! She had to lock the door - no one, but NO ONE, was going to be stealing any of her belongings. Or her food.

When she heard the sound of a door behind her open and shut, she paused and turned about with a blank, curious look. And there stood, just behind her, a short girlish-looking boy with black hair, purple eyes, and... a large t-shirt and jeans. Had to be. But it was still worth a shot to see the other's reaction. Especially to the rather frilly pink dress she wore which had to have had at least five petticoats underneath.

Kamui backed up against his door, his eyes wide with shock and, well, fear. "Damn it..." he muttered under his breath as he desperetely tried to unlock his door with the hand closest to the knob. He... he could always go out later. When Subaru's scary sister who wanted to measure him and dress him up wasn't only two or three feet away from him.

Right on the money. It WAS the one she thought it was. A loud peal of laughter rang from her, and she grinned fiercely while she approached him too quickly for Kamui to escape. "Oh ho ho ho ho ho! And you thought I couldn't find you!"

"Damn it!" he wailed, turning to more properly mess with his lock, which apparently had chosen this exact moment to get stuck. UGH. Did he ever have good luck? He whimpered and banged his head against the door. This sucked. Badly. "Hi... Hokuto-san..." he said in a small, defeated voice, still softly banging his head on the door.

Hokuto giggled a litttle when she saw how Kamui was taking it all. He didn't quite like her too much, she supposed. Not that she minded. It was only just the first meeting, after all. A little unexpectedly, she pulled Kamui into a hug. "Hiiiii! How cool! We live in the same building!" she remarked, pulling back a little to allow Kamui some oxygen. "I didn't think you'd stay away~!" Another cackle. And Kamui thought she was loud before.

Shock remained plastered on Kamui's features as he was dragged into a hug. Sure, he was used to random touching by now thanks to Keiichi and the Seals, but... this was so random. He couldn't help but flinch and tense. As she pulled back, he nodded, but he was unsure exactly what he was responding too. "Ah..."

Kamui seemed almost as shy and nervous as Subaru was - which was strangely cute. Hokuto watched the other with an open, warm smile before... ack. She was reminded of the other's terrible taste in clothing as she saw the jeans and impossibly loose t-shirt. She had a mission. No one THAT pretty had to be dressed like THAT. But, she had to be sneaky. Kamui had outright refused the first time. "Heeeeyy, you said your name was Kamui, right?" she asked, peering at the other while trying her best not to look directly at Kamui's outfit. It was too damaging to her eyes.

Kamui calmed down, just a minute amount. "Ah. Y-yes. I-I am." He watched her carefully, trying to get himself prepared if she tried to pounce him again. Why was she looking at his outfit like that?

Hokuto was still trying so badly not to stare directly at Kamui's terrible, boring outfit. It wasn't working, since a visible twitch developed in the corner of her right eye. She just couldn't ignore it. "MOOOOOU! You just CAN'T wear that!" she burst out, pulling Kamui by his arm while she opened the door to her own apartment. She needed to do this, for humanity's sake! "I need to take your measurements, anyhow!"

Kamui'd been taken off guard by her suddenly grabbing and dragging him; enough so that he was too dazed to fight back until it was too late, and he was in the apartment. "You... NO! My clothes are fine!" he protested, somehow knowing she wasn't going to listen. Ugh. And he couldn't blow her to bits with an energy blast or anything either to get out of this, lest he be just as bad as that bastard, Sakurazuka. Damn it all.

"Now you shush!" She rounded on Kamui, staring him right in the eye with a steely glance before forcing him to sit on the plain yet surprisingly comfy couch that lie in the middle of what appeared to be the living room area. "Don't make me bribe you with cake or tea, 'cause I will!" Her foot tapped on the floor while her arms lie akimbo; at the moment, she rather looked like a mother lecturing and scolding her son. Perhaps that was more accurate than what one would think.

Kamui slumped. This really sucked. He never could have imagined Subaru's sister being this different than Subaru. She was so... loud. And bossy, and... "Whatever," he grumped. He'd been tempted to ask for cake anyway, seeing as he'd had nothing but ramen-in-a-cup for the past few days, but... well, he didn't want to be in their debt by accepting food. It was their food to eat, not his.

"You know...." Hokuto mused over something as she examined Kamui carefully. "Even with that large shirt, I'm not fooled- you're really skinny, aren't you?" Now she was convinced. He wasn't eating properly at all! That had to be fixed. Super-duper-housewife senses were seriously starting to kick in with this kid. "Agh, just like Subaru-chan. You need to eat well!" Without another word, she dashed off into the kitchen and quickly came back with what looked like a large slice of pink cake that was covered with icing and strawberry pocky.

"I'm not that skinny!" he insisted. Okay, so, he was a few... twenty or thirty... pounds underweight. He was just small naturally, damn it! "I'm fine. I don't need the food." Even if it was tempting. Urg. "I... I'll just make something when I go back." Yeah, more ramen noodles. Hey, at least he wouldn't totally starve.

This kid was difficult. But not like she would outright force it upon Kamui. Yet. "Whatever you saaaaay~...," she replied, simply setting the slice down on the coffee table before she herself plopped onto the couch. "But, hey, you do realise that a little food once in a while never hurt, right?" She peered at Kamui curiously from the corner of her eye. "I mean, it gets annoying when I'm surrounded by people who won't eat!"

"I eat," he said defensively as he crossed his arms. She was generally kind, he had to admit, but... her insanity outweighed that. Even Yuzuriha and Keiichi weren't this scary. "Maybe if you are less, you wouldn't feel so bad about it?" He cluelessly didn't notice that his suggestion could be taken as and insult by a girl.

Oooh. Kamui took a low blow. Hokuto paused in midair, jerking a little while blinking furiously. Then she glared at Kamui flatly. "You.. you must not have had a lot of girlfriends," she remarked. With a small sigh, she gave Kamui a small little tap on the head. She was really taking it easy with Kamui now, especially since, in all fairness, he had only just met her. "But you should at least eat a little more, okay? You AND my brother don't need to starve yourselves to death!"

Kamui looked down sadly, twisting the hem of his shirt with one hand. "The only girl... I was interested in... was killed..." he said quietly. While he'd come to accept Kotori's death, it still hurt sometimes, especially when randomly brought up like this. He couldn't help but wonder what could have been between them, but... he tried to remind himself that even though he didn't want it, Kotori had been destined to die, no matter what. There never would have been a future for them.

Again, Hokuto was effectively put at a loss for words. She hadn't expected Kamui to suddeny turn so serious and melancholy.. A wide-eyed, almost paralysed stare met Kamui before the shock wore off. "I... I'm sorry I can't understand that. But it was something that hurt you, wasn't it?" she said a little quietly, yet with a steady voice. "If it's something you don't want to talk about, just say so."

He nodded. "It hurt... a lot. But... it was her fate." He sighed to himself. "Still, I often think... I should have done something. I was only a few feet away when it happened." Nevermind that he was pinned to a slab of building by glass and a pole shoved through his limbs. He was silent for a few moments, staring at the floor, before deciding to change topics. "You said... you wanted to measure me?"

"Ohhhh, YES! I had almost forgotten!" Hokuto giggled loudly, moving from the couch to scuttle quickly to a door, which was obviously one that led into her room. Within moments, she had what appeared to be a large tackle-box covered with plenty of stickers. Quickly she opened it, rifling through the contents before bringing out what looked to be a tape measure, notepad, and pencil. "This shouldn't take too long~!" she sung as she motioned for Kamui to stand up.

Kamui stood up with a loud, frustrated sigh. At least this was better than talking about something as painful as Kotori's death. "Just tell me what I need to do." He watched the other carefully. He didn't trust her to, you know, not grope him or something.

"Well, just stand there for a minute, okay?" she passively demanded the other as she pulled the tape measure out with obvious finesse. First, the inseam... then the waist and arms... neck and wrist... and after she had what appeared to be random numbers scribbled on a sheet of paper, she rolled up the tape measure with a broad grin. "See? Quick and painless!"

"They said that about my tetnus shot." he stated plainly. "Then in two days, it started hurting like a bitch." Somehow, he had a feeling that the gist of that would be the same for this situation. After all, the clothes Hokuto was wearing were odd enough; he could only imagine what kind of hell she'd put him in.

Hokuto looked up at Kamui with a small blank stare. "Yes, but that's a tetanus shot..." Shrugging, she filed all of her belongings again in her sewing "toolbox" and locked it securely once more. Again, no one was going to steal anything of hers - she had some first-class fashion ideas and clothing patterns stored away in there that no one else could or should have. "And since you were soooo good-" she continued, rising once more to pet Kamui on the head rather as an owner of a pet who performed a trick would, "I'll let you have some of my royal milk tea! Oh ho ho ho!"

Kamui growled as he was petted. Damn it. Just because she was a little taller than him didn't give her the right to treat him like a puppy. That sentiment was pushed away, though, as she mentioned some tea he'd never had before. "Royal milk?" He shook his head: no, it would be wrong to accept anything from them. He wasn't a charity case. "You don't really have to."

Sometimes Kamui was so similar to Subaru that Hokuto had to retrain herself from calling him "ototou-chan". All the same, though, it made dealing with this one easier than she had foreseen. "BAH! But I want to. That should be reason enough!" she exclaimed, posing with a triumphant flourish of a hand in the air as one of her arms curled around Kamui in a half hug. Unless you're allergic to tea..." And the thought alone merited another dull look on Hokuto's face. That would be the dumbest allergy any decent person could have.

"Uh... I am?" he tried. She probably wasn't that stupid, though. After all, she was Subaru's twin, and Subaru was pretty smart, so logically... she would be too? Besides, if she wanted to do this, then she probably would, no matter how much he protested. Even if she had to pour it down his throat. He pondered for a moment before mumbling to himself, "Subaru was good with tea."

Hokuto grinned a little, looking at Kamui. "Niiiice try! C'mon, you're Japanese - tea is practically IN your blood!" Again, she cackled a little, letting Kamui go from her half-hug. "But you always can take a raincheck on the tea, if you'd like. I don't mind, especially if you have somewhere to go," she added, staring off thoughtfully while an index finger rested at her chin. "Come to think of it, where were you about to head off to?"

"I'll take the tea later." He wasn't really planning to, but... she didn't know that. "And, w-well, I was thinking about going to get groceries, but... I guess I should be fine for food for now." He shrugged. He wasn't too keen on going into the city by himself, anyway. "Um... by the way, when you make me clothes... can you, you know, make them normal. A dress shirt and slacks should be fine, right?"

Hokuto paused, almost as though the thought of normal clothing was too much for her to process. In a way, it kind of was. A slow grin spread on her face before long, though. "Well, maaaybe if you're nice, I'll make you a super-pretty dress!" She chuckled, humming a happy note under her breath while she walked off a little. Standing in one place for too long seriously gave her the urge to move around a little. "I think a light purple would compliment your colouring well!"

"A DRESS?!" Kamui choked out. He didn't know her well enough to know if she was joking or not. He hoped she was, but... she seemed crazy enough to really do it. "No way. I wouldn't look good in a dress! Besides, as I keep telling you, I'm a guy."

"Now you make me want to prove you wrong!" she chimed, turning about to grin at Kamui a little teasingly. "Buuuuut! I'll start with something simple, okay? THEN we'll talk taffeta." She cackled once more, her hand raised at the side of her mouth. Kamui was just so easy to pick on sometimes!

Oh, good... she's start with something simple. Thank god. He had time to convince her not to put him in a dress! But what was...? He blinked at her with wide-eyed confusion. "What the hell is 'taffeta'?"

Hokuto again turned to stare at Kamui, this time with an almost baffled stare. "Taffeta! You know, like what princesses use for their ballgowns!" she exclaimed, flailing her arms about as though to coerce a look of dawning comprehension out of Kamui. Of course, this was only met with a brief silence, and she sighed, a rueful smile twisting her lips. "C'mon... I can't be the only one that knows this!"

The confusion was still obviously there, only accompanied by more blinking. "I apologize, but I was never into the whole princess thing." Being a bride, yes; princess, no. Course, hell would freeze over before he ever mentioned the bride thing to Hokuto. "So I have no idea what you're talking about."

"That's no fun!" Hokuto wailed, slumping on the couch and sinking into the cushions. She rather looked as though she were deflating, like an old pink balloon. "And I thought you would be - I mean, you don't strike me as the one who was a big fan of swordfighting and playing army soldiers...!" How disappointing.

"Well, no. When I played as a child, it was usually with a boy and a girl, so... our play was pretty gender-neutral. Playing tag, making flower wreaths, that sort of thing." He shrugged. He was a normal enough kid, right? He climbed trees with Fuuma just as any normal boy did, even if Fuuma had to help him sometimes. And, damn it, he was trying his hardest not to get depressed over his childhood memories...

A pleased smile lit Hokuto's face shortly after. "Well, I suppose that's good... So long as you weren't taught any subliminal lessons that women are to be viewed as weak and inferiour to men, of course!" Now a small scowl began to form. "Anyone who buys that propaganda OR teaches it was born centuries WAY too late!" A demonstrative slam of her fist on the coffee table sure proved her point, all right.

Kamui jumped as she slammed her first. God, she was SCARY. "U-um... n-no. I wasn't taught that. I m-mean... I was raised by a single woman, so I have a lot of respect for them, and..." Hopefully Hokuto wouldn't, um, eat him or something.

"I would hope so!" she interjected a little indignantly as she crossed her arms. "Males of the human race have unlawfully thought themselves to be superiour to all forms of femininity since the dawn of time! Buuuuut! That's going to change," she continued in a slightly more optimistic lilt. "I mean, the Age of Aquarius and all is coming soon, so.."

"A-ah. Well, those men are wrong. Women are just as good as men." He nodded and started backing toward the door. "Um, I think... I should be going now. To... to..." Crap! To what? "To take a nap." That worked.

For a moment, all Hokuto did was blink furiously at the other as he slowly scooted away from her. Weeeell, maybe it was enough for one day. Besides, now she was excited about thinking of new designs to try on Kamui. And she NEEDED concentration. "Awww...!" she exclaimed disappointedly, frowning a little before an understanding look flashed on her face. "Well, you DO look a little tired.." She'd play along with Kamui this once. The anticipation of actually creating something was just gnawing at her, anyhow.

"Th-thank you. For your... kindness..?" Eh, for once, he'd be polite and put it that way. "I... I'll be going now." He quickly opened the door and ran out, closing it with a slam. Thank GOD to be out of there!