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Kiku Kurosawa

Nickname: Kiki
Role: Girl Two
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Appearance: Kiku is a tiny girl, standing at a rather diminutive height, her weight aids in making her look so very fragile and tiny. Her hair is rather long and a lovely shade of burgundy, ending just above her knees, at times she leaves it down other times she puts it back, but one thing that never changes about her hair is the fact that she has an ahoge that sticks up off of the top of her head. The bangs she does keep are always parted off to the left. Kiku’s eyes are a bit darker than her hair is.

Build wise, Kiku is practically a walking ironing board, her figure is non-existent. This is something that greatly embarrasses her and she often dresses in manner to try to compensate for this. Kiku is of pure Japanese descent, her father hails from further South in Japan, so she looks a little different than most of the people around her. She’s not embarrassed about this though.

Height: 5 ft
Weight: 83 lbs
Hair Color: Red-Brown
Eye Color: Deep Red

Preferred Clothing: Skirts, lace, frills; and anything that will compensate for her lack of a figure. Kiku loves dressing up rather nicely, the ways she dresses all the time is exactly how she wants to dress, as far as she is concerned, if someone has a problem with her clothes, it’s their issue not hers.

Other you/Alter Ego: Ryu
Love interest: “Love? Augh, as if!”

Skill: Fashion sense; it might not seem like much of a skill, but in Kiku’s head her fashion sense is her greatest asset. . . .

What's in your Room: Her apartment is small, and since it’s located in-between two other apartments, it is lacking in a balcony. As soon as you come inside, the kitchen is right there. Kiku’s bedroom is set up nicely, everything is color coordinated and blue. Kiku does not own a television or any electronics outside of a laptop computer, she prefers reading over television.

Personality: The simple truth? Kiku comes off as being a prissy, know-it-all girl who was spoiled rotten from birth. She’s always getting after others for bad manners, or what she perceives as bad manners, for not dressing the ‘right’ way and for other faults she finds in them. She’s demanding, impatient, and controlling. Kiku’s tiny size bellies the fact that she can be scary as heck when she gets angry. And she tends to get annoyed and irritated a lot, so she’s always a little on the frightening side. Kiku keeps no friends; obviously it would be hard for her to with how she acts. She’s not anti-social, her personality just drives people away from her.

Not that she minds this, Kiku more or less perceives herself above others anyway, if she’s better than others, why bother with the riff-raff right? If forced to interact with people, often enough she has her arms crossed, a pouty look on her face, and will huff/puff and roll her eyes. She hates being told what to do, hates people who assert themselves over her, and when people crack a joke about her she will go off on a tangent.

Kiku claims to not want anything to do with relationships because having a guy in her life would just be an utter annoyance since she’d have to be on him all the time about how he’s dressing, acting and treating her. . . . She says it’s just not worth it; the truth is though that she’s keeping her heart reserved for someone in her past; someone she knew as a child and made a promise with. . . . This is one of her only weaknesses, this topic is a very sensitive one for her.

She’s not a stupid girl by any means, she’s actually quite intelligent, but that side of her is rare to see considering most people want to get away from her because she tends to nag people so much. Kiku is also a bit of a tsundere, she comes off as a jerk no doubt, but she is sensitive underneath this.

Distinguishing Features: Her ahoge, her tiny size and her deep red eyes.
Charm Points: The fact she’s so stubborn, her tsundere characteristics and her tiny size.

Likes: Shopping, pastries, reading, putting outfits together and dreaming about the day her special person will return to her.
Dislikes: Idiocy, television, getting made fun of and when she’s doubted.
Hobbies: Shopping, daydreaming, and color coordination.

Phobia(s):

Acrophobia - Heights
Entomophobia - Insects

History: Kiku keeps her past under wraps really, the main things to know about her are the fact she comes from a rich family, the fact she’s never had to work a day in her life, and also the fact that she swears love off. She was given everything she could have ever wanted from birth, and thus she was spoiled, her parents still provide for her life today, she was an only child, and when she was young she was close friends with a young man.

She held him very dearly in her heart, but soon he had to move away from her, but he made a promise to her that one day he would come back for Kiku, and marry her. Kiku kept this promise in her heart, even though it has been over ten years since the promise was made to her. She still believes this boy will return to her someday soon, and thus completely keeps any other guy out of her heart.

After she graduated high school, she moved away from home at her parents’ request, they said they would provide for her still, but they felt she needed to grow up some.

Other:

The Universe
To the hills of Atlas
on a bike of falling stars
Travelling along the highway of Saturn's rings
I fly by, passing you

A shepherd's nonsense
Struggling in the revolution
It can be proved by sampling, right?
I might melt, connecting to you

I fell through a gap in the twinkling constellations
Throwing around the meaning of words, it's certain
Two people guided
The gravity of fate

A thought of someone crossed my wavering mind
Tonight we met by chance on this journey
Without hesitating, I take the plunge
Now dive into the universe

From the cylinder of Panzano
The songstress aimed
A musical note is removed with the ink of Dione
The whereabouts of the missing mass

Living destiny vowed on the moon
The settings are flawless
Will the timing be altered?
I might fall in love, melty kiss

Tomorrow I will follow crowded footprints
Without knowing the meaning of my overflowing tears
I shook and began to run
Graffiti of emotions

Floating in the unending sea of light
In my chest the promise still shone
Without turning back, I take off
Now dive into the universe

If I could match the channel, look
The strength of the multicolored scrolling words
Both tears and sighs vanishing by no more than "250"
Vanishing...

I fell through a gap in the twinkling constellations
Throwing around the meaning of words, it's certain
Two people guided
The gravity of fate

A thought of someone crossed my wavering mind
Tonight we met by chance on this journey
Without hesitating, I take the plunge
Now dive into the universe

So begins...

Kiku Kurosawa's Story

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#2012-02-10 13:41:06, as written by Jakuri-chan

She awoke with a terrible jolt, entire body tensing up as she could barely manage a rather startled intake of air. Deep-red eyes wide open; Kiku Kurosawa perplexedly stared ahead at her half-open closet door, her heart fluttering away frantically in her chest. From time to time, a notable shudder travelled through her form as she herself seemed to be absent, consciousness missing. A glint of fear seemed to run through those eyes of hers, along with something resembling mourning. Without seeming to notice, she blinked, a tear running down the side of her face, soaking into her bedspread. Reality seemed to flitter in and out, everything so far away, so not existent. . . .

It felt like her soul had come loose, as if it had managed to slip out of its mortal flesh while she was asleep, and wandered around all of creation. Her whole self felt heavy, just really . . . really heavy. Even though she was safe in her own room, it looked as if she didn’t recognize where she was. The fact that her consciousness didn’t even seem to be a certain thing at the moment only made it all the worse, the sensation of not knowing where she was. In and out, in and out; it just didn’t seem to want to stay.

Her mind in a daze, Kiku did the very best she could to try to get a grasp upon some semblance of composure, of something that could make sense of her current situation. A cough coming from her lungs, the brunette found herself groaning a bit as things began to clear up in her head somewhat. That fear remained in her bones though, along with an aching sort of feeling that ate away at her knobby joints and made her dread even trying to move. That’s right . . . I’m sick. . . . she remembered, sighing quietly. As sleep had been a less than peaceful event for her, Kiku had more or less been unable to have much mental clarity upon waking up.

Truly, slumber had been a violent thing, her dreams nothing more than terrible nightmares. Yesterday . . . what happened yesterday? Kiku groaned, forcing herself up into a sitting position, body protesting with every little bit of movement she made. I . . . don’t remember much of yesterday, or last night. Placing her head into her hand, she tried to remember the happenings of the previous day, a dull throbbing beginning in her cranium. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember yesterday, all she seemed to be able to recall were the sorrowful events of her ‘dream.’

The tiny woman couldn’t even remember how it was she had gone and gotten herself sick . . . everything was just, gone. The hell was that about? Why was it that the last of her most coherent memories were of the night before the last, when she had gone to bed swearing she would figure out the weirdness regarding her new neighbors and the fact one seemed so blasted familiar to her? I can only remember a little bit of yesterday, going over to talk to the weirdo-Otaku, only to be attacked by her damn ninja cat, then . . . everything’s a blank. Kiku huffed at this, coughing from the suddenness of the exhale, Did that stupid feline make me have a head injury or something? Is that why I can’t figure out anything else about yesterday, or why the hell it is I’m sick?

“Ugh, even when you aren’t around Sterling, you still manage to make your freakiness rub off on me!” The tsundere groaned, letting herself tip forward into her mattress, mentally cursing the otaku’s existence for a few moments, Kiku simply lay there with her face flat into her bed. It had to be her fault again; everything weird that happened to Kiku was always her fault! That damn pink hair of hers is a magnet for the odd! Turning her face to the side so she could breathe, a rather sour look had overtaken the ahoge-bearing woman’s pallor features. She still looked ill. . . . Skin ashen, cheeks flushed with fever; she was not looking very good, and the fact that she couldn’t remember yesterday was just making her feel all the worse in the way of pissing her little self off.

Sure, the heavens let her remember her tear inducing dream with starling clarity, but they go and wipe her memories of the previous day . . . brilliant! Just brilliant. . . .

What was with that weird dream of hers anyway? It seemed more like the plot of some tragic, overly mushy love story than something suitable for a dream. It was simply defined enough, Kiku had been made to see the whole story through the eyes of a woman named Mao, and Mao was in love with someone she knew from her childhood . . . but her family went into a terrible debt because her father had gambling problems. So, in order to stave off the debt collectors, Mao’s mother and father had sold her to a brothel where she would work off their debts in the way so common for girls her age in similar situations. . . . However, as Mao was being forced away by those she was sold to, the boy she loved with her whole heart came to find out about what was happening.

To try and spare her the Fate placed upon her, he attempted to fight her buyers off, only to be stabbed through the stomach, and left for dead. Mao seeing everything, screaming in desperation, heart breaking to pieces. Writhing, and struggling against her captors, Mao tried to fight her way back to her love’s side, but to no avail. She was far too small and too weak to out power them, and she wound up being forced to the brothel. Upon being deposited there, left in a room with things used to make the women physically attractive and appealing, Mao had forced her fist through a nearby vanity mirror . . . and ended her life shortly after.

It was a tragedy, but to Kiku, it seemed more annoying than anything else, because that was all she could remember at the moment. It seemed like the memory of that dream replaced all recollection she might have had after being attacked by Sterling’s ninja cat. Did her brain have some maximum capacity limit on how many memories she could store or something. . . ? To this notion, Kiku just groaned loudly and huffed. Really, it wasn’t fair for someone of her caliber to be forced through such weirdness. She deserved a more normal life, with normal people living around her . . . not some pink-haired otaku freak and two new guys who spoke of things and acted like they’ve lived more than one life.

As if, she rolled her eyes at the very thought, People only live once, and unlike what the Hell that purple-haired idiot said the other night, no one has a second personality. Kiku thought back to her little confrontation with the one known as Ryu, and the fact that he sent a jolt of familiarity through her. “Ugh, I shouldn’t even just feel like I know someone so damn stupid. . . .” she sneered in disgust. Really, she shouldn’t have even felt like that . . . it just wasn’t right of her to given her family background. Besides, why was it she felt like she knew a man of all people when she didn’t associate with any of them due to her promise ten years ago?

Nearly hissing at herself, Kiku forced her sickly body up and to her feet, ignoring the fact that she felt dizzy as hell and attempted to force herself to go about her usual morning routine. So what if she were sick? She had things to do, things that were more important than a case of the sniffles. . . . Teetering toward her bathroom, Kiku managed to keep herself upright for part of the trek there . . . only to tip over from the lightheadedness plaguing her body, as she fell, the brunette let out a shrill cry, reaching out for something to stop her plummet, only winding up knocking a picture off her wall . . . the thing shattering when it hit the floor.

☼☼☼☼☼

Evande sighed to herself quietly, pushing up on her glasses . . . okay, so that wasn’t the best way to break that particular bit of news to her alter, knowing about his rather scandalous life with Ryu. But, well, he sort of ticked her off with suddenly acting not as himself. Boneheaded move once more Evande, seems like your prided maturity is just going right down the drain lately. . . . she chided herself, recalling the fact she had chewed Kurosawa out in a fit of annoyance the day before, losing her cool then too. I so need to remember I’m suppose to be an adult. What was wrong with her these last days . . . even if Nikolas had sort of turned her whole life upside down, that didn’t mean she should go and suddenly act the complete opposite of her real self. What happened to how she had acted last night. . . ?

The otaku looked off to the side, maintaining a lax expression upon her face as she felt regret at how she had just acted, knowing she should not have indulged herself as she had and that she should have simply brushed Nikolas’ weird behavior off without a proper reaction. She should have treated it as normal and acted like nothing out of the normal was going on. The fact that he was getting no rise out of her, no questioning looks or freak-outs . . . that would probably have been enough to make him knock it off. Maybe then, she could have broken the truth about recovering memories of his lives as well in a manner more appropriate. Geez, when did I turn out to be such an idiot. . . ?

It was the fact that Nikolas suddenly rose up to his feet that caught her attention . . . as well as the fact that a rather unpleasant sentiment prickled up her spine. It felt familiar. Maintaining a calm expression however, as to not alert anyone of the feeling boiling in her blood now, Evande turned her head over and looked at her alter. He was smiling in a manner that was rather alarming, giving off a malicious aura, even giggling in a creepy manner that did not seem to at all fit him. Perhaps Evande did not know her alter well, but she knew and felt enough to recognize that this was not desired behavior. What she felt . . . was it a bit of fear? Was she actually a little frightened of Nikolas?

She sort of half glared at him when he finally spoke, his voice tilting upon what seemed to be some impression of a sinister edge, ”Ah, life is unfair,” There was a sharp glint in his eyes, something dangerous that almost seemed . . . merciless to Evande’s senses. This made the black-haired woman tense up slightly, but not enough to be notable to anyone but herself. ”If it’s not, you’re not playing the game right. . .” A creepy sort of laugh surfaced from the blonde’s lungs at that. This sent an unnatural chill through her bones; her skin went gooseflesh as she found herself feeling rather uncomfortable now.

Normally, Evande would have just up and runaway without delay . . . but, this was her fault. Even if Nikolas were frightening her a little bit at the moment, she didn’t budge from where she stood. She had caused this, and up and leaving would be wrong after acting like such an idiot. Besides, it wasn’t like running away was so simple for her anymore. Because of the choices she had made, she had connected herself to both Nikolas and Ryu the previous day . . . if she had just chosen to disregard the two of them in the first place, then she wouldn’t be where she was now. She could have chosen to do that, to ignore the two boys completely, and gone on with her normal lifestyle. But, she hadn’t done that, had she? She’d stayed, and chosen to pursue something she didn’t understand, something that very well upturned her whole life. There was no backing out of this. Even if Nikolas was making her feel uncomfortable, and a bit frightened, it wasn’t as simple as running away and leaving it all behind her. He lived across the hall from her, and she couldn’t just . . . abandon the last few days.

Even in her discontented state, Evande didn’t miss when Nikolas up and suddenly clutched onto his stomach, grimacing, looking slightly alarmed and shocked. He turned around before speaking again, his voice actually sounding somewhat normal for himself again, albeit it was laced with anxiety, ”Evande, I think you should go.” The woman didn’t move though, even with his ‘suggestion.’ Nikolas ducked into the bathroom rather quickly, leaving herself and Ryu in the room alone. Remaining silent and still, Evande stood as she had been before, letting reality sort of soak into her brain fully.
I am naught but an idiot. she sighed to herself, pushing up on her glasses. Evande needed to be more careful, she really did, and she knew that. I . . . wasn’t lying to anyone when I said I didn’t want to go back to living on my own last night, because I’m scared to do that. But, look what at I’ve gone and done.

Exhaling sharply, the otaku shook her head, “Why am I so stupid. . . ?” she asked out loud, not really looking for an answer. She needed to apologize for how she had acted, really, she did. Just because she had gone and made a mistake about her hair dye, it gave her no right to go and act so terribly toward anyone, even if they were acting out of character themselves, trying to annoy or embarrass her. Dully, her brown eyes looked down at Ryu, who was lying on the floor in a heap, and noticed that the multi-colored haired boy was very much awake, and sort of looking at her. Planting the palm of her hand to her face, she sighed, “Don’t answer that Ryu . . . I know I just acted like an ass, I don’t need someone’s reaffirmation regarding it.”

Removing her hand from her forehead, Evande looked away from Ryu, and started for the doorway. “I’ll be back in a minute,” Evande informed him, going back to her own abode for a moment. She really owed Nikolas an apology, and given the conditions she found both her alter and Ryu in, it was easy to deduce that neither of them had eaten breakfast yet. . . . Just so happened that breakfast food was the one area in cooking where she excelled. But first, she thought, I think it would be best to do something about their lack-of-blanket situation. Not saying anything aloud, Evande went back into her room and got into her closet, digging out two spare fleece throws she kept around for whenever it got really cold outside. She wasn’t using them right now, and considering the fact that it seemed like there wasn’t any heat in her alter’s apartment, the throws would be put to better use there than in her closet.

After pulling them out, and sliding her closet door shut with the side of her hips, the otaku made her way back to the kitchen area of her apartment, and began to ransack her fridge and cupboard, going through a mental checklist of the things she’d need in order to cook what it was she had in mind. Adjusting the fleece throws so they were being held by one arm, Evande went ahead and pulled everything she needed from her kitchen into her other arm, and by some miracle managed to actually hold onto all of it while turning and heading for her door. Upon actually getting to it though, she realized she had a little dilemma in the way of actually getting said thing open. “Okay, so how am I going to pull this one off. . . ?” the otaku asked herself, looking at her full arms then down to her bare feet, “. . . .guess I’m doing this the hard way.”

Balancing herself as best she could, Evande swung one of her legs up and hit the handle of her front door with the bottom of her foot, managing to get it to open before narrowly slipping out of the door after getting it to swing open just enough. After hearing the door latch behind her, Evande went ahead to go back inside Nikolas an Ryu’s apartment when she heard a loud meow come from her feet. Questioningly, she looked down, only to see Kiseki there, looking up at her with his bright green eyes. Evande laughed at this, “You little sneak, you got out when I opened the door.” To this accusation, the cat merely mewled in response, as if proud.

The black-haired woman laughed a bit with a smile, “You’re going to make mommy worried one of these days, but this time, she’ll let you tag along since she’s going to go ahead to try and make amends for acting like an ass and upsetting someone important to her.” Unaware that she could probably be heard while talking to Kiseki, Evande went ahead and just cooed that out to her black and white ninja kitty before starting off again, Kiseki going right ahead of her and into the apartment.

Entering the apartment again, Evande felt her face redden with shame as she quickly deposited the things she needed to cook on the empty countertop, and went ahead and headed over to the couch, dropping the fleece throws onto it without actually looking to see if Nikolas had come back out of the bathroom yet. Still, she quietly spoke in a rush about them, “Those are spare blankets of mine, I’m going to let you borrow them since you don’t seem to have any heat yet.” Before heading back to the kitchen to get started on the pancakes and cinnamon syrup she knew how to make.

She’d gotten used enough to doing this, so cooking said things was rather easy for her . . . digging a frying pan out of the cupboards and some other utensils, Evande got to work without making noise, moving almost like a machine while she cooked. It only took her about ten minutes in total, given the fact that she had the burner cranked up higher than necessary, yet somehow she had managed to prevent the food from turning into charcoal, and didn’t burn the cinnamon syrup she made.

Hopefully, making food would be enough of a way to begin apologizing for her terrible behavior earlier. . . .

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#2012-02-11 14:16:34, as written by Jakuri-chan

Groaning softly, Kiku pushed herself up to her knees, minding the shards of glass that now littered her hallway. Ugh, damn it all. . . . she mentally cursed, angry. Why the hell was she so sick that she couldn’t even navigate her own home? Really, what had she gone and done yesterday that made her feel so . . . yuck? Where was her memory?! With a huff, the brunette got herself up to her feet, coughing a bit. “Screw it, I’m just going back to bed.” She muttered, turning on her heel to go back to her bedroom, only to stop in place when she heard someone knocking at her door. This caused her to stop in place and to turn her eyes back to it, glaring. Who would even be bothering to knock on her door? It wasn’t like she had any friends who would dare do so anyway.

What? Did someone hear the picture break and dart over here to be my knight in shining armor? she thought sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Pft, like she needed someone to go and do that when she already had her own prince. . . .

”Kiku~?” she heard someone’s nonchalant voice call out from beyond said door. Kiku just froze when she recognized it as Ryu’s. In her mind, he was still an annoying guy she had tried to get answers out of before, only to realize that she recognized him in some weird way. He got on her nerves and she wanted nothing to do with him. "Kiku, it's Ryu! Hey, hey, check it out, my hair's changed colour again! Come to our apartment when you're ready, or awake, or something!" Kiku hissed to herself as she heard him go on, sounding overly excited for some reason she couldn’t have conceivably cared less about.

What would I care if he dyed his damn violet hair another weird color? she thought herself, continuing back to her bedroom with a rather sour expression on her face. For the life of her, she really couldn’t remember what had happened to her yesterday. “Well, whatever, it isn’t like I care right now. All I want to do is sleep without having some freakish nightmare.” She sighed, laying herself back onto the soft surface of her bed, shutting her eyes as she attempted to go back to sleep. . . .

☼☼☼☼☼

As she went about her business cooking, making sure not to burn the pancakes in the frying pan . . . Evande knew full well that Nikolas was sitting on the counter next to the stovetop, she just sort of choose to act as if she had entirely tuned the world out, save the quickly cooking pancakes and the simmering syrup. Honestly, that was kind of easier for her to do as things were, her face still red with shame regarding her earlier behaviors, she wasn’t yet ready to really speak for fear she’d screw up what she had to say and upset her alter again. And the otaku really, really did not want to do that again. She’d only known Nikolas less than three days, but he was sort of an important aspect of her life now, though that might have sort of sounded creepy if one didn’t know the circumstances regarding the two. . . .

It was true though, Evande had found her silly self getting attached to Nikolas rather quickly, something she could only chalk up to the fact that she had isolated herself from everyone for six years, and deep down inside had actually desired some form of companionship. Those mere six years when tacked onto what she had felt with Kassia’s sorrowful and lonely life . . . it was a weight she didn’t want to bear again. Those things were enough to make Evande actually fear the concept of having to go back to being alone. If that’s how things were, then it seems strange that she wouldn’t try to branch out more after all of that, to try and make friends with people besides her alter. Honestly, Evande still found herself untrusting of most people thanks to what happened to her in junior high school, the whole experience with being abandoned by her so-called friends.

It left her bitter toward the majority of people, as Kiku has said in her mocking the other day, she was tormented so she rejected the rest of the human race for fear it might happen to her again. Even if the brunette had no right to act as she had, and to mock her past pains . . . she hadn’t been wrong, and that’s what had upset Evande the most, and made her tell the girl off. The strange reality of that whole incident though was sort of funny, if Kurosawa had not gone and upset her so then she might have just gone ahead and shooed Nikolas and Ryu away from her and cut them out of her existence then and there, at least, she probably would have tried that. The otaku had a feeling that even if things had taken that route, she still would have somehow wound up bonding with her alter.

Obviously, the whole situation at hand was some divine set-up. If herself and Nikolas were suppose to be two halves the same whole, and had been this way for countless lifetimes, then the two of them suddenly existing at once was the work of some greater being. This revelation wasn’t exactly shocking news for Evande by any means, while she wasn’t the most religious woman on the planet, it wasn’t as if she didn’t believe in a higher power—it was more like she just never thought about it, thinking that anything divine had better things to go and do than to listen to her petty problems and worries. It’s just, she figured that all of this was the handy work of something she didn’t understand, so no matter what would have happened with meeting Nikolas, she simply guessed that they would have been pushed together in one way or another. Even if she didn’t know the reason, that’s just how she felt.

And . . . well, it wasn’t as if getting attached to Nikolas was something Evande was against, it was a nice thought to think that she might not have to be alone anymore. Thanks to feeling like this, the black-haired woman believed she needed to really be more careful of herself from here on in. Even if there were divine forces at place here, that didn’t mean she could just go and act however she damn well felt.

Sighing softly to herself, still ashamed she had acted so childish, Evande went ahead and flipped the pancakes in the frying pan with a forlorn look on her face, completely aware that Nikolas was watching her intently. Probably trying to figure out how I haven’t burnt anything when I have the setting turned up so high. . . . she smiled a bit at this thought, remembering what he had told her when she’d offered to cook him an omelet . . . ‘plate of black goo.’ Without missing a beat, Evande went ahead and stirred the syrup in its pot on the back burner.

As Nikolas went from staring at the cooking food to looking at her face, Evande felt herself tense up; she didn’t like being stared at directly, few did. Her face went redder before she heard him speak up, ”Evande, well. . .” he started, voice lowering into a whisper, edged with some semblance of regret. This caused Evande to look up and away from the food and right at him when she recognized the tone in his voice, she just looked at him with a glint of confusion in her eyes, why regret? ”S-sorry.” he apologized, his voice so low that Evande could barely even hear it herself, despite being so close to him.

The apology caused Evande to tense up, and to stop breathing. Why was he. . . ? Why apologize to her when she had been the one who acted so stupidly? Biting down on the inside of her cheek, the otaku barely responded to that, only a whimper came from her throat, one so low that it wasn’t barely audible. Her heart just sank into the depths of her stomach when he apologized, it made her feel all the more guilty for her idiocy, for going and upsetting him. Without a word, while Ryu seemed to be laughing over on the couch, Evande just turned her brown eyes back to the food, quickly moving any pancakes that were done from the frying pan and onto a nearby plate before pouring more batter into the metal cooking utensil. How many of these things am I going to make. . .? she questioned herself, mindlessly just going about the task. Truthfully, she probably had made enough food for herself, Nikolas and Ryu, but there was still some batter leftover and well. . . .

Sighing to herself, Evande went ahead and continued making more food, deciing that she would go ahead and just use the extra batter to make something for Kiku. The hypercritical girl was as much a part of this alter ordeal as herself, so why leave her out of the ‘fun?’ She heard some commotion coming from Nikolas and Ryu behind her on the couch, but ignored it. "I would help cooking, but we'd end up having to evacuate the building." she heard Nikolas laugh, guessing he was speaking to her.

Quietly, Evande looked up and at him with a blank expression, seemed he was in a better mood. . . . That’s good, she thought turning her gaze back to the stovetop, she reach over the hot surface and clicked the burners off before moving the last of the pancakes off the frying pan and onto the designated plate. “It’s fine, I’m done cooking already anyway, and I’m used to doing it on my own.” Evande said to him quietly as she went about looking through the things she had brought over from her own apartment. Finding that which she sought, Evande proceeded to empty the pot with the cinnamon syrup she had made into a syrup dispenser, dropping said pot into the sink along with the pan and things she used to cook.

Brushing her hands off against each other, Evande turned on her heel and walked passed Nikolas who was inside his fridge looking for something it seemed; quietly she moved his blanket and her sketchpad off the top of the kotatsu and onto the couch so she’d have a place to put the food. The otaku moved back to the kitchen area of the apartment, but stopped in front of Nikolas, deciding now was as good a time as any to apologize to him for her behavior. Tugging on her ponytail nervously, Evande sighed softly, “U-Um Nikolas? I wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier, no matter what was going on, I shouldn’t have just . . . gone and acted so much like a child, I’m sorry I made you upset.” She murmured softly.

Her cheeks went a little red, “I-If I remember anything about one of your lives or something, I’ll make sure I tell you right away since those memories are yours and not mine.” Shaking her head a bit as she continued to prattle, Evande continued to speak, “A-Also . . . even though I was acting like an idiot earlier with that stupid act of mine, I do want you to know that when I said there was someone important sitting close by me. I meant that part of it, even if the rest of it was just a part of the whole ruse. You are significant to me.”

Sighing quietly, she turned on her heel and went to go and get the food she had made. Face still red, Evande walked by Nikolas again, heading for the kotatsu while Panda and Kiseki still were wrestling around with one another. There was a clinking sort of noise when the plate and syrup dispenser hit the device’s surface. Standing back to her full height, the woman blinked before setting her hands on her hips and opening her lips again, “Hey Ryu! Do you think you could go get Kiku for me? I made enough food for her to eat with us, but I doubt she’d come over if I invited her myself. If she’s still sleeping or something, you can get into her apartment with the spare key she keeps taped to the top of her doorframe.”

Evande knew that Nikolas wasn’t fond of Kiku, hell, she herself wasn’t, but Kiku was connected to Ryu like she herself were connected to Nikolas. And since Nikolas and Ryu lived together . . . it seemed best to her to try and get along as far as she was concerned.

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#2012-02-14 13:44:05, as written by Jakuri-chan

Evande was getting the plates and dining utensils out when she heard Nikolas shout out that he was going to kill Ryu in English. Hearing that caused the dark-headed woman to look away from the cupboard she was looking through and to look back at Nikolas with a bit of a weirded out expression. The combination of the threat on Ryu’s life, and hearing Nikolas speaking English is what got her so freaked. So, it wasn’t a surprise that Nikolas could speak another language, but what was a surprise was the fact that he was going ahead and just . . . shouting about killing his roommate in it. Since when was Japanese not good enough for that purpose? From what I’ve seen so far, it’s suited the insults and such perfectly fine until now. the otaku sighed quietly, and shook her head. She was just as fluent in English as she was in Japanese herself, well, her father was from the United States after all, and considering Evande often did roleplaying and other such activities online, she needed to know how to speak and read the language, if she didn’t know it then, then that would just be pathetic.

Blinking a bit, she continued to look at Nikolas questioningly, who didn’t at all seem to notice the set of eyes on him as he went on his little tirade, punching the wooden frame of the couch as hard as he could with his unbroken hand. So, what could Ryu have possibly done to induce this much anger from the blonde anyway. . . ? Did Nikolas even have a right to go and be so upset when Ryu had even gone so far as to go along with his little ruse earlier when he obviously didn’t have to? Evande had been around since both boys had woken up, and as far as she knew, Ryu hadn’t done anything ridiculous enough to tick Nikolas off so much.

The former wasn’t even in the apartment at the moment anyway, Evande had spotted him darting out the door right after she told him where he could find the key to Kiku’s apartment, when Nikolas was embarrassed by what she had told him, the fact he was important to her despite the limited timeframe of knowing each other. The two of them had lived as one person for millennia, why would it be so weird for her to get attached to him so quickly? It didn’t seem so out there to her . . . but then, Evande knew she didn’t really possess any sense of what people considered to be reason. If she did, she probably wouldn’t have just cooked breakfast for her neighbors of two days, nor would she probably believe all that was happening to her.

Turning back to what she was doing in the first place; Evande went about getting the plates and forks needed to actually eat out from the cupboard and one of the drawers, keeping her mouth shut and her lips sealed. Truthfully, part of her just began to wonder something, with the whole alternate self situation . . . did each of the souls in that deal wind up having traits that were extremely different from the other? Evande knew that she shared some personality traits with Nikolas, that much was certain, but at the same time, there was a whole lot that was different. Hmm, maybe as I come to remember more of my past lives or something, I’ll change. she assumed. Being quiet, the otaku turned on her heel with plates and forks in hand, ready to peacefully return to the kotatsu. Only, she found herself having to back up into the counter to avoid Nikolas who sort of swayed/stormed out of the front door.

“. . . .oh Lord.” Groaning, the woman just went back to what she was doing, having a rather strong feeling she knew what was going to transpire between Nikolas and Ryu. “They’re going to fight, marvelous.” She huffed, setting the plates and forks down on the surface of the heating device, before setting herself down to wait for the other three, a slight look of annoyance was creeping across her face. Feeling this, Evande took in a deep breath and held it in for about ten seconds, trying to calm herself down. No, no; she couldn’t just regress into being a grouch again could she now?

I just got through with lecturing myself on this. I can’t go and act however I please. A rather dull expression played over Evande’s face as she absentmindedly began to fiddle with her low ponytail, which was still slung over her right shoulder. She couldn’t help the vestiges of aggravation creeping into her bones when her thoughts happened back to how Nikolas was reacting toward Ryu. Yes, Evande felt some bitterness toward him herself thanks to those unpleasant tainted memories lodged in her skull, because he was the root of the lot, but . . . still. “You don’t know much of anything about what’s gone on between those two still Evande, they have countless lives to go off of, but you have two days in this one, and the recollections of a life you shouldn’t even know about.” While doing her best to keep herself level-headed as she could, Evande took one of her hands and gripped onto the bridge of her nose underneath her glasses. All of this was really just—just crazy. . . .

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Disturbed from trying to slumber once again, Kiku opened up her eyes and instantly turned to giving a death glare to her innocent wall. Nikolas’ shout had gone and been what really had roused her from her light snooze. Damn it, she mentally cursed, forcing herself back up into a sitting position against her body’s will. Ugh, seriously, she was just getting more and more achy. “Why? Why can’t I just have normal neighbors? Or dreams that don’t apparently wipe out the memories I have of the previous day? Either one would be awfully freaking nice.” She grumbled as she forced herself to her feet, attempted to yawn, only to begin coughing because of the strain on her lungs. After the little episode ended, Kiku shook off the remnants of discomfort she felt in her chest from it and, while grumbling, shuffled toward her front door, running her fingers through her hair, working out any kinks she felt in it.

Even if she hated her new neighbors, she at least wanted to make sure she didn’t have bed-head while berating them for being asses in front of her door. A scowl on her face, the brunette sighed to herself while she undid the lock on her door, and quietly turned the handle, pulling the door open.

Nikolas had Ryu half-pinned to the floor in front of the entrance to her home, and was punching him . . . with an apparently broken wrist, and a shirt that was once more far too large for him. Ryu on the other hand seemed to have lost a bet or something, due to the state of his hair color. Kiku remembered what he had said earlier at her door though, it was purposeful. "Is it cause I changed you? You were shivering in the night so-" Ryu was cut off in defending himself by a solid blow right to the face that left even Kiku grimacing, despite her loathing for the man.

Nikolas got off him, but remained stooped over on the floor, sending Ryu a death glare while Kiku had a hand to her mouth, an obvious look of discomfort on her face, trying to figure out what the Hell the blonde’s problem was. Sure, both he and the giant annoy me, but, seriously? He just acted like an ass and hit Ryu pretty damn hard.

Ryu began to sit up before Nikolas started shouting again, in Kiku’s opinion, he sounded an awful lot like a child. "You know I hate it! You know I hate when people see my s-" Being where she was, Kiku wasn’t able to see the look on Ryu’s face, but her deep red eyes were able to clearly perceive the look of shock that was quickly displayed on Nikolas’ face in reaction to whatever Kiku couldn’t see on the former’s features. The bitter look seemed to return to the boy who doesn’t seem to know his own shirt size’s face just as quickly as the surprise though, he glared again, and just ascended to his feet before barking out an order again, ”Stop acting as if you care! Actually, stop randomly changing me when I'm fast asleep!"

Changing him? That’s really all he’s so worked up over? Kiku questioned, arching an eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her diaphragm and leaned up against her door, the fact she still looked ill apparent as ever. Still going unnoticed, Kiku remained where she was, just silently observing the two with a look of skepticism on her face, even if she acted childish sometimes, at least she didn’t resort to punching the daylights out of someone over something so . . . stupid.

"Hey, I was so drunk I could barely think straight, and as I said, you were shivering like hell, so I changed you and put your other clothes on top!" Ryu protested. "It was really difficult, you know! It's like you were a doll or something!"

Already heading back inside his own abode, Nikolas stopped only to respond to his multi-colored hair roommate, again . . . just barking orders. "You should have just woken me up! Now go get Kiku, and be quick about it, since breakfast is served."

At hearing her own name mentioned, the hypercritical Kiku Kurosawa pushed herself up and off the door she was supporting herself of and stood up straight while watching Nikolas retreat into the open apartment door, her arms still crossed. Now why would they be wanting me? she silently questioned, eyes half-open in boredom. What happened yesterday? Shaking her ahoge bearing head, Kiku just sighed. Chances were that the happenings of the previous day were never going to be remembered, so why concern herself with them for now? There was the matter of Nikolas ordering Ryu to come get her for some reason. With a huff, she opened her mouth and spoke at last, “Well, someone’s certainly a bundle of sunshine in the morning.” she remarked, voice laced heavily with sarcasm. “Seriously, the hell was that about? Did he really just attack you for changing him into his sleep clothes when he was three sheets to the wind drunk?” Kiku’s hand went out to the side for the sake of gesturing while she looked at where Nikolas had vanished from sight.

Groaning, she found herself coughing again. “Ugh, damn it, how did I get sick. . . ?” she murmured under her breath, setting a hand to her beginning to throb forehead. She quickly removed it though, not wanting to appear weak in front of her neighbor. While she crossed her arms again, Kiku cast her gaze down to Ryu, and she found herself wincing instinctively. A pang of familiarity shot through her again as she felt a bit of consideration slip through her defenses all of a sudden at the sight she beheld. It looked like a damn good bruise was beginning to form on the side of the boy’s face from the last time Nikolas had decked him.

With a shake of the skull, Kiku vanished into her own apartment, and proceeded to dig out an ice pack she had stuck in her freezer since forever ago before wrapping it up in a towel and returning out into the hallway. A stern and slightly annoyed look plastered onto her pale face, Kiku knelt down next Ryu and set the ice pack against the side of his face.

Okay . . . why was she going ahead and doing this? It wasn’t like he was critically injured or anything like that, so she would have been perfectly fine just ignoring him and going back to bed or something. I don’t know why. He annoys me, and his hair is god-awful, and I can’t remember yesterday, but—but there’s that damn feeling that I know him. she thought, feeling her cheeks flush in embarrassment. Hopefully, that was just perceived as her developing a fever really fast. . . . Huffing at getting flustered as she was when she had no reason to, Kiku glanced off to the side before she grabbed hold of Ryu’s arm and began to ascend to her feet, “Come on, let’s get your ass back into your apartment. And, hold that ice pack on your face would you? Mr. Sunshine’s little freak out’s leaving you with a wonderful bruise.”

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She sat in silence, looking through the sketchbook she had left on top of Nikolas’ blanket quietly, staring at a few of the things she had drawn only a few weeks ago. They were people she didn’t know, but had just drawn . . . much like what she had done the previous night with the sketch of Nikolas in one of his past lives. Evande felt connected to the people in her drawings, but she didn’t yet know anything about them, however, she knew she would probably learn soon enough. Maybe I was remembering things before this all even started. she thought to herself. Even though she was lost in her own thoughts, Evande was startled from them when she saw movement in her peripheral vision. Nearly jumping out of her skin, she quickly shut her sketchpad and slid it off her lap and onto the nearby floor.

Shaking the shock from herself, the woman cast her brown eyes up to see Nikolas with a slightly angry, yet miserable expression on his face. What happened with him and Ryu? she questioned, blinking with a confused look on her face.

When Nikolas giggled however, and suddenly clapped his hands together, Evande squeaked and jolted in shock, not expecting that out of him. Realizing her reaction, the otaku’s face went red and her head slunk down in embarrassment, okay, she really needed to work on her reactions. Almost whimpering, she pushed up on her glasses again as Nikolas sat down, cheering "Itadakimasu!" causing Evande to look up at her alter with a questioning look on her face. There was a pleasant grin lighting up his face, and coupling that with the fact he just shouted ‘Itadakimasu!’ made Evande just smile.

God, he looks and sounds so much like a child right now. He’s still got bed-head, his shirt is way too big for him, and that smile on his face makes him look like he’s naïve. she thought, holding back a laugh, Honestly, how is it possible for someone to go from creepy to apologetic to pissed off to childlike in about twenty minutes flat? The dark-headed woman sighed and pushed up on her glasses again before looking back to him. It was really weird to think that Nikolas was her alter for heaven’s sake, and the one between them who remembered countless years worth of events when he acted like this. Though, it made her happy to see him acting like this . . . so lighthearted. Knowing as little as she did, she still had a feeling that more than half the time when he acted happy or anything that it wasn’t sincere.

Silently she continued to watch him, looking over a pancake he had grabbed, with what looked like confusion on his face. Has he never had pancakes before or. . . ? The sight was amusing as far as she was concerned, And . . . it’s just a little bit cute. Nothing wrong with admitting that. Evande told herself, clearing her throat lightly while her face went a little red, mind wandering on her. Geez, he really acts like an uke when he’s not on guard. . . . That thought almost left Evande to facepalm before she forced her mind from that train of thought and put it back on the right track.

"Erm, what do I do. . . with the syrup? I-I mean, I've had pancakes before, but not with syrup. . . Ryu always just put sugar or cinnamon." he laughed that out nervously, before what seemed to be a slight sense of misery seemed to set in on him. Deciding not to prod about that, the otaku shook her head before getting up onto her knees and reaching to the middle of the kotatsu and grabbing the syrup dispenser.

She laughed a bit, “Well first off Nikolas, put the pancake down on the plate, you can’t eat pancakes with your hands when you’re using syrup, otherwise you wind up sticky and a mess. And syrup doesn’t come out or off anything very easily.” She pushed up on her glasses while her cheeks went redder at that, “I-I know from experience. . . . A-Anyway!” Shaking her head Evande went to continue and took her fork and used it to stick one of the pancakes on Nikolas’ plate before she opened the mouth of the dispenser and poured some of the syrup onto it. “Syrup goes on the pancakes.”

While setting the dispenser down on the kotatsu, Evande smiled a bit and nervously messed around with her ponytail again, “Normally, people eat pancakes with maple, strawberry or blueberry syrup, but I’m a little different, so I always go ahead and take the abnormal route and make my own, i-it’s cinnamon, and I like that better. Plus, they don’t sell that kind in the store.” she prattled on rather idly, pressing on the bridge of her glasses abashedly.

Going silent, the dark-headed woman went ahead and placed one of the pancakes on her own plate and poured some of the syrup over it herself before proceeding to cut it with her fork, and eat it rather quietly. "S-So, um, what are you planning on doing today?" Evande asked, simply trying to make conversation for the sake of not having to eat in stark silence.

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Kiku Kurosawa

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a character in “Our Second Selves”, originally authored by Jakuri-chan, as played by RolePlayGateway

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