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Who: Shibuya Yuuri

is_the_catcher and Okita Souji

dudewheresmypig
Where: Bottom of a random stairwell. 8D 'Sup.
When: After this thread.
Rating: G. I hope. Okita-san is ttly innocent rly.
Summary: Yuuri has a second free from Wolfram and decides to give a newly-arrived historical figure a tour. Despite the fact that said historical figure sounds exactly like Wolfram and it wigs him out. Seiyuu jokes ftw.

The Story:
Well, if today hadn't been an eventful day, Yuuri wasn't sure what could be considered one, for this Mansion. Both Murata - definitely Murata, there was no doubt - and apparently the Okita Souji were mixed in with the rest of the day's new people. It also happened to be a day where Wolfram was relatively absent - probably off skulking about the library or with Florian, Yuuri assumed. (Hopefully Wolfram wasn't getting himself a stomach ache from cookies like the week before, Yuuri mused. He'd been terribly bitchy the following night because of it.)

Anyway, the stairwell he'd specified to Okita-san wasn't too much of a walk from room seventy-five, but he still made sure to make it there as quickly as possible. If Okita-san was only on, say, the second floor, or even perhaps the first, he'd make it to their meeting point faster and Yuuri wanted to be there without making him wait too long.

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Either he'd been on the second floor, or there was some continuation of the stairwell somewhere, and Okita wasn't entirely sure which. He hadn't met anyone when he reached the bottom, and there wasn't anyone in view in the hallway... Well, it couldn't hurt to wait a little. He had all the time in the world now.

The sound of footsteps caught his attention, and he looked up. Japanese, wearing yellow and green-- it must be Shibuya-san. He blinked in surprise at how young the other man was. From his voice, Okita would have guessed that he wasn't over twenty-five, but the boy looked younger than Tetsu.

"Shibuya-san!" he called, waving cheerfully and bouncing a little on the balls of his tabi-clad feet.

Slowing to a trot, and then a walk, and having a very surprised look on his face, Yuuri couldn't help but wonder why he kept meeting pretty people. Nonetheless, that didn't keep him from waving back absently in a return gesture, laughing a little. "Looks like you were either on the first or second floor, huh, Okita-san? You beat me here even though I was running."

"If this is the first, then I'm on the second," Okita laughed, sizing the other up with a quick sidelong glance. "I'm sorry you had to run!" Not a fighter, from his movements, but athletic enough; harmless, his subconscious concluded.

He beamed, and clasped his hands behind his back, still bouncing a little. "So what is there around here to see?"

"Well, I didn't want to make you wait... Er, right. Anyway." Yuuri attempted to redirect himself from the whole 'this is the okita souji i've read about and he's. well, he's not a historical figure from a book. i'm actually TALKING to him' thing and back to the point at hand.

"As far as I know, floors two and up are just rooms for people to stay in, and so's this hallway here. Should we go outside and circle around to the main entrance? The common rooms, the library, the dining room, and everything else are all over there, so."

There was something about that manic smile that made Yuuri decidedly nervous, but. He'd overlook it. It wasn't much different than talking to Murata, really. Okita-san just apparently laughed more.

Outside. Okita took a deep breath, tempted to bounce again at the sheer shocking lack of pain in his chest. "Yes, can we go outside first?" He hadn't been able to leave his room since January, the doctors saying that it was bad for his lungs and his own strength too little to sneak out behind their backs. The very idea of being able to run around in the sunlight again... made him bounce.

Which reminded him of another important thing. He cleared his throat, embarassed. "But - do you have any shoes I can borrow? As you can see, I came here like this..." And his feet were both there and quite solid, not like the ghost stories at all. Walking outside in nice new tabi socks would be a shame.

If Yuuri had actually stopped to think about the fact that Okita-san apparently had just, er, died, he might have had a better understanding of exactly why the man was so excited. But Yuuri, as always, tended to think in the present, and continued to do so. "Oh, right, right! Actually, let's go back upstairs to your, uh. The room the mansion picked out for you, and I can show you something about that." He was already past Okita-san and halfway up the stairs before he even thought to turn back and ask, "--if that's alright with you?"

"Of course it is!" Okita laughed delightedly, dashing up the stairs after the boy. Even if he hadn't been so excited, Shibuya's enthusiasm was contagious. "What is it about my room? Does it come with a wardrobe? I hope it has proper shoes, and not those Western kind that pinch your feet!"

He sprinted past Shibuya, this time, taking the lead again as he turned on the landing and hurried to his nearby door. "This is my room!"

--And Yuuri thought he could run off like a shot when he was excited about something. He found himself almost literally stumbling after Okita-san just to keep up. Luckily, he kept himself from falling into Okita-san like an idiot when he did finally catch up, and snuck past him to open the door, ducking his head in. "There should be a closet... Oh, over there. That door," he said, pointing. "Anything you want is in there. I don't know how the mansion does it, but. Just think about something you want, open it, and there it is."

"Really? Anything?"

Okita stared at the door, thinking of the Shinsengumi uniform he hadn't worn in too long -- opened it -- and gawked at the blue and white mountain-pattern of a very familiar haori.

If that worked, then what else might? He closed it, thinking of... "Hmm. Geta first!" Opened, and took out the pair of blocky wooden shoes. Closed again, and tried to think of something else, beaming in fascination.

Yuuri laughed a little, nervously, from his place at the doorway, thinking of the frilly pink nightmare he still found in his bed every night. "Anything, pretty much, yeah," he confirmed.

It was decidedly strange seeing Okita Souji of the Shinsengumi acting like a small child on Christmas morning.

After three or four different openings and one amazing Saizo-face-patterned yukata, Okita managed to tear himself away from the fascinating magic closet and turn back towards the boy, waving a hand in embarrassed apology.

"I'm sorry, Shibuya-kun! I'll play with that door later~ Let's go outside!"

Pigs... Yuuri decided not to ask. Rather, he decided to back out the doorway and start heading down the hall, the quick departure intended to cover his muffled snicker. "C-come on, then!"

Pausing only to snatch up his new pair of geta, Okita hurried after. "Is everything here magical like that?" he asked, laughing. He would really have to wear the Saizo yukata tomorrow. Now, what kind of obi would go best with pig faces?

Yuuri scratched the back of his head, thoughtful, and still walking. "Pretty much... the barred windows let you see back home to the world or worlds you came from, food appears in the dining room on its own..."

"Some of the people are about as strange as the place itself. Not everyone here's from Japan or even Earth, so."

Windows that let them see back home... Souji was shaken with simultaneous homesickness and fear. He wasn't sure he wanted to see. He knew, though, that he didn't want to never see home again.

"Is the dining room like the closet?" he asked, curious, avoiding the topic of the windows. "So that you just say what you want?"

And that some people here wouldn't even be from Earth... now that was foreign. He laughed again. "I didn't know there were other places to be from!"

When they reached the bottom landing, Yuuri turned to make sure Okita was keeping up before heading to the door. "Everything like that is the same as the closets, yeah."

Okita's last statement made Yuuri's lips quirk in a bit of nostalgia. "I didn't, either, until a little while ago."

"Then we can get food from home!" Okita caroled, beaming. That was a nice thought too. "How long have you been here, Shibuya-kun?"

Yuuri had to think about that for a minute and count back the days (as he opened the door and waited for Okita to follow him out). With hardly any daily schedule to go by like he was used to, the days were starting to run together. "A few weeks, at least. Maybe three?"

Okita blinked. "Oh, that's not very long at all. What about your friend? Ah... what was his name?" Shibuya hadn't given his roommate's name earlier, but perhaps he would if asked. Okita found himself curious about the other.

That was quickly forgotten, though, as he hurried after the younger man, taking in a deep breath and beaming happily up at the blue sky.

"It's such a lovely day!"

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"Wolfram. He was only here a day or two before me, I think..."

Yuuri looked around them at Okita's enthusiastic observation, but found the weather outside to be just like the day before, and the day before that. "Well, you'll like being outside, here, then. I think it's usually like this."

Souji slipped his shoes on before stepping onto the ground, dashing several paces out to turn in a slow circle and take in his new environment. "I will enjoy it!" he agreed, beaming. He didn't care what strange events or cruel things this place might cause: anywhere that let him run outside in the sunlight couldn't possibly be bad.

"Do you know if there are any animals around here?" he added, turning back towards the younger man.

Yuuri stopped mid-step as he was pulling the door shut behind him and blinked. For all that he was outside, he never really thought to notice if there was any life beyond the plants and residents in the area. "Actually... I have no clue. I guess I hadn't really been paying attention."

Souji laughed again, crouching down to sniff a strange-looking flower. It smelled vile, and he backed hastily away, making a face.

"Oh, well! I'll just have to look. ♥ It's too bad Saizo didn't come here with me..."

Yuuri tried not to laugh under his breath as he took a few steps decisively in the opposite direction. "The main hall is over this way, er. If you want to keep looking around, though, that's fine too. And who's Saizo?"

Smiling again - and retreating to a safe distance from that plant - Okita peered around at the rest of the wilderness. There was a lot here to explore.

"The main hall first!" he concluded, bouncing again. "And Saizo is my pet pig."

With that response, Yuuri began to walk and trusted Okita would keep up on his own. "Yeah, this way, then. And I the books never said anything about you having a pig. Weird."

Okita willingly followed, trying to look everywhere at once as he traipsed along behind the younger man. "All right! Everything is so strange here..."

The comment about Saizo startled a laugh from him. "Oh, I don't think Saizo would end up famous. He's a very smart pig, but he's still only a pig!"

Yuuri laughed a little, nervously, slowing his pace to let Okita look around as they walked. "It's amazing what people will remember about someone famous, Okita-san."

Okita laughed again, lightly. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of being famous in the distant future: better for someone like him to fade quietly into history. Like Saizo seemed to have.

He paused to peer up into a tree at a small bird. It wasn't exactly familiar. Of course, nothing else here was, either....

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