Kita Kizaki
Kita was munching happily on his ice cream, not minding the silence that greeted him when he asked Senerio if he wanted to have any. He did see the small shake the older boy gave him and he smiled widely, shoveling ice cream into his mouth.
He didn’t notice Senerio walking toward him until the guy was a couple feet away from him, scaring Kita just a little bit. “Mah Sen, don’t scare mee~” he whined good-naturedly around a piece of ice cream in his mouth.
“Kita-san… Are you only eating that?” Senerio asked him politely. Kita paused in his eating and frowned at him, “It would be better if you ate more of those strawberries you enjoy… I believe we have some freshly washed.”
At that Kita brightened and let out a girlish giggle, “One; I told you to call me Kita. No –san, remember?” he smiled, “Okay Sen, remember that. No –san after Kita. Remember got it?” He chided lightly, the tip of his finger tapping Senerio’s nose lightly, “As for eating….of course not! I had like…three…no four…maybe 5 strawberry juice boxes. Silly Sen!” Kita giggled, the spoon hanging out of his mouth. He began to hum and sway in his place, enjoying the music that blasted from his headphones.
“You make me this. Bring me up. Bring me down. Playing sweet. Make me move like a freak. Mr. Saxo Beat.” He sung lowly under his breath, his whole body beginning to sway with the jazz, techno, and pop music.
“It would be better if you ate more of those strawberries you enjoy-” Kita cut him off with squeal.
Music forgotten, Kita all but jumped on Senerio, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, spoon clenched between his teeth.
“We have strawberries!” Kita almost shouted, jumping up and down in glee, “Sen, you should have told me!” he started rambling not even hearing the rest Senerio’s sentence.
Kita loved Senerio. Like a brother, of course. Senerio was quiet, didn’t talk much, but it seemed that Kita just…loved him. At first Kita could tell that he annoyed the older boy, but his lack of caring about that fact didn’t deter him and he continued to pester and bother Senerio. Hence where he stands now.
“If Kita-san wants, I can cut him something else to eat,” the older Poison member offered Kita as he walked past him.
“Of course! I want-hey wait up!” his voice rose higher and Kita realized Senerio was walking away, without him. Jerk, “Sen! Wait up.” Kita pouted as he jogged to catch up to him, “I want strawberries. Cut them for me, please?” Kita smiled and started eating more ice cream, albeit slower.
He didn’t like cutting things. Well he loved to cut things, mainly strawberries. But the last time he was in possession of a knife, and strawberries, the berries were gone, replaced by a pinkish red mush, with Kita bleeding heavily from his arm. No doubt from cutting it.
Kita didn’t remember much of that episode, but apparently he had been giggling insanely, going on about how he loved the color red. Unfortunately, there was a scar that ran across Kita’s arm in memory of that day.
Not pleased with where his current train of thought was leading him, Kita managed to pull his headphones around his ears, sighing as the music washed over him, the bass pounding in his head.
When Senerio and Kita reached the bottom of the stairs, Kita caught sight of the Boss, looking less friendly then he did when Kita left to see Sen. Wondering if something was wrong, he tugged down his headphone and opened his mouth to ask if he needed to do something.
“no time to eat—you took too long!” Kita winced slightly at the harsh tone the boss used. Something happened. Teris didn’t look too pleased either.
“Neh, what-” Kita was cut off by his Leader, and in respect to him, he snapped his mouth shut with a click, eyes curious and confused.
“We’re leaving for the meeting. Now.”
He turned on his heel and stalked out the door, an aura of pissed-offness coming off him in waves.
Kita took a glance at his now mostly melted ice cream, then to Senerio, and then to Teris.
“What did you do Teri!” Kita whined, pouted like the child he mentally was, “Sen was gonna cut me strawberries and you just ruined it by pissing off the Boss.” He glared at the much older member, “I hate you!” he stamped his foot like a five year old and looked over at Senerio.
“I don’t think you would like this ice cream…so…” Kita found the lid on the counter and shoved his way past Teris, growling at him under his breath.
With a harsh tug, he wrenched the freezer door open and placed his half eaten and mostly melted ice cream on top, “Any of you eat this and I make you don’t see the next day, okay?” he said with a cheery smile at the two of them. He slammed the door closed and tugged the fridge open, grabbing a large bottle of a pre-made strawberry shake and uncapped it, taking a long sip.
“Yummy!” he giggled, screwing the cap back on. He pushed past Teris again, grumbling, “Would you like to explain to me, Teris,” Kita glanced at him with cold eyes, “How you managed to piss off Psyche in a matter of a few fucking minutes?” he growled out through clenched teeth.
With a huff he shook the shake bottle and uncapped it again, taking a long swig of the drink. Looking at how much he had drunk within a few seconds, Kita doubled back and grabbed another bottle, tucking it under his arm and walking past Senerio.
“I'm waiting Teri.” He said in a tight sing song voice, walking out the door to faithfully follow Boss.
When they reached the meeting place, Kita stood next to Psyche, humming along to the music that he had tugged back onto his ears at some point during the walk. As soon as he stopped he pulled out the shake bottle, the first one still not finished and took a small sip.
Ah the taste of strawberries. It was wonderful. Almost as wonderful as the color red. That was a lovely color too.
Kita turned up the music, drowning out dangerous thoughts. He didn’t need them to torment him during the meeting. Hell, he didn’t want them tormenting him now.
Before he knew it, both shake bottles were gone, his music was turned up to full blast, and his thoughts had disappeared. Finally