i'm not gay [deah]

[hibiki kira]

chirping birds gobbled up the pieces of bread being mechanically tossed toward them while the individual in question stared at the smooth surface of the lake. pale fingers gripped the soft, fragile bread and shred it without a trace of remorse, and kira found the menial task soothing. each moment sent sharp stabs of pain running through his body due to the injuries littering his petite form; however, the white haired teen worked through the pain without even the slightest hint toward his discomfort appearing on his apathetic mien. the afternoon sun beat down on his hoodie clad figure while the seconds ticked by. a few of the meandering park visitors sent him looks of pure disbelief because only idiots decided to wear jeans and a hoodie in the middle of summer, but kira preferred being seen as an idiot than having his secret revealed to the world. fear flashed across his features while shudders wracked his spine with visions of red hair and combat boots flicking into life for a few brief seconds within his mind. in an attempt to escape spending the day nursing his wounds, he decided to invite his friend to the park and enjoy a nice, peaceful day with him. nadeah agreed with his suggestion with more enthusiasm than kira imagined though the other male had yet to arrive.

the last portion of the bread sailed through the air as kira turned away from the sight of the lake and feasting birds. come on, deah, he murmured to himself even as he started to walk toward a nearby oak tree whose shade the teen welcomed like a starving man. his clothing clung to his body and left him feeling distinctly uncomfortable as he lowered himself down to sit on the ground. pale fingers began plucking at the blades of grass around him while he attempted to situate himself in a comfortable manner with his back resting against the rough surface of the ancient tree. silvery blue hued eyes drifted over the rest of the afternoon park visitors. to his immediate right, children squealed in delight and ran around in what kira assumed to be a game of freeze tag; their bright clothing and excited grins elicited the barest hint of a smile from the weary youth. in contrast to the gleeful children, the couple to his left appeared to be arguing though kira inferred this from the jerky, exaggerated manner of their hand movements which echoed the statements being hurled from one individual to the other; however, the distance between them stole away their angry voices and kept the white haired musician in blissful ignorance of their problems.

a few meters away from the couple sat a circle of young men that kira estimated to be in their early twenties, and the books held in their hands meant that they probably attended a nearby university and were cramming for an upcoming exam. to the bored teenager, their animated discussion proved to be highly entertaining. he watched in fascination as they made wild gestures and shoved against each other in a joking manner until someone decided to use his textbook as a weapon and bop the person to his left on the head. kira giggled softly as the group erupted into chaos with each guy attempting to earn a solid hit on one of the others; however, his watching ended when he caught a flash of blonde in his peripheral vision. his head turned slightly to focus on the approaching figure who he recognized as his friend, veriah nadeah. his lips curved into a soft smile though he fought the urge to return his attention to the group of university students that were once again settling down into their original position. deah, he called out while wrenching his gaze off of the group and forcing himself to focus on his friend. i want an excuse because you’re an hour late, he proclaimed in a bout of sudden childishness.

ooc: i couldn't resist! i wanted this thread, so i will have this thread.

[Veriah Nadeah]

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— give in,

to temptation that keeps
following you tonight
obey the shadows cry

He couldn’t believe it! He was late and not just a few minutes late but a whole hour late. He didn’t even mean for that to happen. He had gotten up at the correct hour, shower and dressed himself as he normally did within minutes. But of course, he decided he wanted to look wonderful for his day out with his best friend in the world, Kira. The small blond had put on a pair of paddle pushers, a white buttion up with some lace on it and finally his high heels. He loved his high heeled sandals that laced up his legs and he didn’t even care it was made for women. He just didn’t see the big deal about gender specific items and wore whatever he liked, even if it caused him to be teased at times.

His long blond hair was pulled back into a tight braid with bells on the end. As he ran to meet with his best friend, the bells jingled about loudly. One might think a herd of cats had been let loose because he didn’t just have the bells in his hair bands but also on his ankles and wrist. Nadeah had an unhealthy love for the musical items. But back to the point of it all, he was deathly late for his meeting.

He raced down the grassy hills and jumped over a startled cat. He had to get there soon. He peered at his watch. God, he was going to be so dead. ”Sorry, sorry, sorry. Oh, geez, don’t kill me, Kira.” He said to himself as he rounded past a tree before he finally spotted Kira. He smiled at the white haired boy as he raced to him in a hurry. Finally, he came to a sudden stop in the terms of tripping over his own feet and rolling down the hill to land before Kira in a comical fashion. The blond didn’t get up but laughed as he rolled over on his back and gazed up at Kira.

Then came the scolding for being late even though it was playful he knew his friend wasn’t too happy with him at the moment. Putting his hands up in the air, he waved them around frantically. ”I’m sorry! So, sorry Kira! I, I just got distracted! I promise it won’t ever happen again!” He said even though he was laughing as he spoke and dropped his hands to his lips and giggled.

Nadeah would only be acting like this for one reason and one reason alone. It was a secret that Nadeah was sharing with anyone, not even Kira. But he had formed a crush on someone in school. Though, it was no secret that he had a crush on a guy as Nadeah was as gay as a unicorn. ”But, I couldn’t help it! He was there, going into a store!” He waited a moment with large eyes and blushed. ”So, I followed him! He really likes to wear chained wallets! He liked a lot of odd things but that’s okay.” Then he frowned and rolled over on his side. ”But he was so mean to this girl, I wanted to run up and smack him but I didn’t. Because if I did that, he might not like me and he might notice I was following him. I hope he didn’t notice…because he is so scary to look at too….”

Blue eyes glanced up at Kira again and he squeaked and turned even a brighter red. ”But I’m not a stalker! I promise! Don‘t hate me!”

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[hibiki kira]

one pale eyebrow arched as silvery blue tinted eyes watched the rapid descent of the petite blonde toward the unmoving ground, and kira barely managed to stifle his laughter as the other male rolled around on the warm blades of grass, heated by the unyielding rays of golden sunlight. his head tipped to the side as nadeah lifted his hands in the air and began making wild sweeping gestures with them, and his rushed apologizes elicited more laughter from the white haired musician, and he nearly heaved a sigh of relief when nadeah dropped his hands over his mouth and began giggling. when he spent time with nadeah, kira found himself practically floating toward the sky due to the playful, happy nature of his friend, and he relished the momentary instances of normalcy more than anything. the young host shook his head in fond exasperation with his giggly friend and merely listened to his babble with a fond smile decorating his pallid mien. anyone with eyes could see that the blonde had a massive crush on the male in question during his ramblings though kira drifted between accepting the male and not accepting the male, for their year mate had quite the reputation around ouran academy. generally, rumors floating around ouran tended to be exaggeration of the truth; however, these rumors seemed quite genuine. furthermore, kira did not know the individual in question and could not hope to refute them with cold, hard facts.

nadeah’s final exclamation wretched kira from his inner musings and sent him flying back into the realm of reality. the smile disappeared from his features with his lips twisting into a frown, but his eyes continued to shine with mirth and joy. deah, i’m positive that counts as stalking, he responded with his voice lacquered in mild disdain while his fingers continued to mechanically wrap around the short blades of grass and pluck them from the ground beneath him. i will not hate you as long as you promise not to stalk me. i don’t think i mind your obsession with him, but i don’t need an uninvited guest showing up on my doorstep at odd hours. with massive strength of will, kira managed to keep himself from dissolving into laughter during the middle of his statement though his lips twitched as he fought to keep his expression the same; however, he decided to forgo acting disdainful and dissolved into peals of laughter within moments. his whole body shook as he brought one gloved hand up to rest in front of his mouth while he fought to regain control of himself. in his eyes, nadeah’s obsessive crush proved to be highly amusing, and this stalking incident proved that nadeah had fallen hard for the male in question.

after a few minutes of continued laughter, kira managed to master himself though his breath continued to be quick and shallow, and his heart beat rapidly in his chest. with shaking limbs, the white haired youth began crawling over to the blonde and laid down beside him to enjoy the afternoon sunshine despite his choice of apparel. you will be the death of me, he murmured after making himself comfortable next to the blonde. you and your obsessive crush, kira added without allowing nadeah a chance to question the young host’s pronouncement. death by laughter appealed more to kira than death due to his uncle’s alcohol induced rage. he lifted an arm and draped it over his eyes while flashes of vivid red hair and angry shouts carted him away from the peaceful afternoon with his highly entertaining companion; however, he fought his way out of his memories by forcing himself to focus on all the wonderful days at school spent with the blonde and host club.

by the way, you shouldn’t make promises that you will never be able to keep, he lectured with a note of fondness to his voice. the warmth of the sun sapped all energy from the young musician, and he found himself incapable of continuing the lecture past that statement. in all honesty, he hated lectures and tended to keep them rather short and concise; however, some instances called for a long, boring, repetitive warning. kira grimaced as the memory of the last lecture nadeah elicited due to his irresponsible behavior. he heaved a sigh and shifted his arm to rest against his forehead with his eyes focusing on the cloudless expanse of sky above him. does setsuna-kun know about your current obsession with him? he inquired with faint traces of amusement and honest curiosity hidden in his tone while his eyes shifted to focus on the blonde.

[Veriah Nadeah]

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— give in,

to temptation that keeps
following you tonight
obey the shadows cry

As normal for Deah, he did not question his friends taste in clothing, in fact it probably even skipped his mind. Because, lets face it, Deah had only one thing on his brain lately and that was his current crush.

Gazing at his best friend in the whole world with large blue eyes, Deah looked as if he was about to panic. "It's not stalking! It's only stalking if you get caught!" He hadn't got caught either yet and didn't plan to be anytime soon. "He doesn't even know I exist anyways. So it's not a big deal or anything." The boy said with a heavy frown. Staring up at the clouds, the young blond let out a heavy sigh. "Which seems to be rather normal for me."

Deah was never really noticed by the people he liked and if he was, he was often rejected. But now his mind returned to happy places as he rolled over on Kira like a big old fat cat would do its owner. He laid across his friends torso and poked at the grass. "Kira, but what if I wanna stalk you? You are so handsome, kind, sweet, caring and I could just cuddle up with you all night long." He was half teasing him as he giggled. It was fun to make his friend blush and to be honest, this was the only person he was comfortable doing this too. Anyone else and Deah would die.

"Don't die on me! I would miss you and have to join the Dark Magic club to bring you back from the dead so I can yell at you." and then promptly cry on his shoulder like the big baby Nadeah could be!

The blond pouted for a good minute before catching on to the next bit. Setsuna! Deah rolled off his friend and sat on his knees to bend over and look Kira in the eyes. "No!" He said loudly with a blush before bring his voice back down to normal. "I--I mean no. No, Setuna-kun doesn't know and shouldn't. I mean, um, not that he shouldn't but its um...well. I don't know but I'm not ready to let him know and he would...ah...ohhhhh, Kira! Now you are making me worry!" Nadeah flopped back down on the grass, curled up in an adorable ball.

It grew silent for a good minute before Nadeah finally spoke again, this time softly and with interest. "So," He started. "You have been staring at those college guys for a while, do you see someone you like or have a crush on as well? Hm?" The blond asked with a wide grin.

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[hibiki kira]

silvery blue tinted eyes stared at the protesting blonde while kira’s features remained neutral through will power alone, but nadeah’s panicked denials sparked questions regarding the other male’s common sense. people that excel in the art of stalking do not get caught, so it counts as stalking regardless of whether you were caught or not, he explained in a tone more suited for talking to a troublesome child that could not comprehend the reason behind being sent to timeout. did you want to get caught? i thought the whole purpose behind stalking someone was to not be noticed, and this incident has nothing to do with whether he notices your existence or not. it merely points out that you have some skill in the art of stalking—not that it’s anything to boast about around a majority of the global population—despite the bells that you constantly wear. kira paused and lifted a hand up to tap against his cheek once, twice, and thrice. it could also mean that he is highly unobservant and does not have the sufficient qualifications to even be considered an eligible boyfriend, he added with his gaze shifting away from the sky and back to the blonde. and, deah, don’t let this drag you down because one person’s opinion does not mean that everyone else believes the same thing is true. honestly, whoever ends up being your significant other would be quite the lucky man. kira forced himself to grin and motioned for nadeah to mimic him because the blonde looked radiant with a smile on his face, and the white haired musician disliked any expression on the other male that did not involve some form of a smile.

kira stifled a groan as the petite blonde settled across his torso, and he shifted his arm slightly to glare at nadeah who continued to poke at the grass like he had done nothing wrong. the young host huffed in annoyance while letting his arm move back to cover his eyes. deah, how would you like to be stalked? he inquired with his tone lathered in sarcasm. no sane person requested a stalker because that tended to end in excessive paranoia for the individual being stalked. the white haired teen thought himself far too paranoid for his age and wanted nothing to do with any activity that might increase his paranoia to record breaking highs. plus i doubt i would do anything interesting, and i find your opinion of me to be heavily biased due to our friendship. this means that your opinion will be completely disregarded. his fingers curled with his nails attempting to pierce through the fabric of his gloves and reach his palm. of course, the standard opinion is highly negative and cannot be used since it’s constructed entirely upon rumors, he added in a tone lacquered in venom. but there will be no more stalking today which means that we can switch to a new topic. kira hoped that he would never end up in a situation that involved stalking someone, but he decided against promising himself that he would ever partake in such a foolish mission since one of his closest friends happened to be a blonde with a crush. he sighed and prayed that his sanity remained intact.

i can die whenever i please, kira murmured in a breathless tone as he attempted to fill his lungs with air again after his bout of rather maniacal laughter. warmth spread through his body at the blonde’s claims though, for it proved that nadeah cared about him. someone would miss him if he departed for the world, which meant everything to him. his uncle’s constant proclamations of his worthlessness were untrue because nadeah counted on him to be a voice of reason. kira regained control of his breathing and focused on recalling the blonde’s heated statement to the offhand remark regarding his departure from the world. i highly doubt anyone in the black magic club knows how to bring the dead back to life, for there would probably plenty of zombies walking around if they knew the art of necromancy. plus i don’t think i’d be suited for the life of a mindless zombie; i’d much rather be left to enjoy my life as a spirit. i request that you leave my spirit alone should i pass away. the white haired musician fought the urge to shiver at the thought of his death, for all his imagined last moments involved his uncle having gone too far after another night at a pub. with a slight shake of his head, he forced himself to stop thinking about his ultimate doom since he rarely lived past the age of eighteen despite the many variations of his death that his mind had conjured during the darkest hours of the night.

the young host blinked in surprise as the blonde rolled off of him, and he forced himself into a sitting position while keeping his gaze focused on nadeah. shock coated his features while guilt and amusement fought for dominance. in the end, amusement triumphed with the final words escaping the petite blonde. sky blue tinted eyes glittered in mirth as nadeah’s body fell back against the grass and then curled into a ball. petal pink lips curved into a fond smile. when nadeah stopped talking, kira debated his own response to the blonde’s excessive worrying. apparently, nadeah did not realize that setsuna could care less whether the blonde liked females or male, and kira would bet his entire inheritance in a heartbeat to prove that the young blackette only wanted nadeah to be happy. furthermore, from his few interactions with the aspiring photographer, he assumed that setsuna preferred males to females when searching for a partner. gloved fingers wrapped around a blade of grass and plucked it from the ground as the blonde’s voice broke the cloak of silence wrapped around the pair.

a vivid red color appeared on pallid cheeks due to nadeah’s sudden question. kira opened his mouth to reply; however, no sound escaped. his snapped his mouth shut again and pulled his legs toward himself with one arm wrapping around his knees. his other arm continued to rest on the ground as he continued to pull strands of grass from the ground. he attempted to speak for the second time, but the second attempt ended in another failure. wide blue hued eyes stared at the grinning blonde while he attempted to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions the blonde’s statement brought. for the third time, kira opened his mouth and snapped, i have no idea what you mean by that. denial settled over the young violinist like a heavy winter cloak; fear morphed into chains wrapped firmly around his neck, wrists, and ankles. setsuna-kun would not care whether your crush is male or female, and i do not have a crush on anyone, he added with a vicious tug on another innocent blade of grass accompanying his final statement. with flashes of blood red hair and shattered bottles of alcohol bombarding his mind, kira let his forehead rest against his knees while trying to comprehend why nadeah would make such a statement. he was not gay… right?

ooc, i will edit for mistakes later, but i got over a thousand words in this reply. be proud of me, stranger!