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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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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!"

Edited 2008-05-22 07:00 (UTC)

"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....