Kiku Honda
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Post by Kiku Honda on Jan 20, 2012 1:00:39 GMT -5
Kiku was surprised when his parents called and somewhat wary of what it could have entailed. His instant assumption was that it probably had something to do with them attempting to drag him to a satisfactory profession or to financially assist him–both of which he would have ignored. Instead they offered him a chance to go to Paris Fashion Week to work as a backstage hand for the Oscar de la Renta show. Through some bizarre connections they had managed to secure the connection with all of the right people and thought it would be a “broadening experience”. Although he rolled his eyes at their sincerity, he nonetheless appreciated the fact that they were looking out for him. Within the week he found himself whipped into the absurd world of Fashion Week.
The show was over. His back ached, his eyes smarted, and there were a thousand pinpricks in his hand from safety pinning clothes that could pay for his meager lifestyle for months. He had kissed the cheeks of a thousand people he would never see again, shook hands with even more, and yet he did not feel lonely or abandoned in the least. He felt like a massive collective of creativity that moved in a bee-like mass. As he sat against the wall, his simple v-neck (trying to wear anything fancy would only result in humiliation at Fashion Week) sticking to his entire body with sweat. He leaned his cheek against his drawn up knees and stared at the models as they giggled around backstage, swan necks arching to impossible angles.
So engrossed was he in the subtle contortions of the elite that he barely noticed the slender form of one slide itself down next to him until she bumped him with one of her crossed arms. Turning his head quickly around and tensing himself up to start working again he smiled. “Is there anything you need help with? Everything alright?” She smiled and blinked simultaneously, not unlike one of the vintage heroines from shojo animes he had watched as a child. As if he were dreaming, her hand was suddenly stroking his cheek as if they had known each other for years.
“No, no, nothing at all.” Kiku held as still as possible not wanting to break this bizarre trance. To move would be to offend and to offend would be to lose the gentle ministrations of this fairy queen. With one last pat of the cheek, she turned to the side to grab a ziplock bag of cookies that she produced from a larger leather bag. With one hand, she stretched open Kiku’s hand and placed four cookies in and with the other she curled his fingers around them. In a few moments she was gone, floating off to capture hapless stage hands with her stained glass eyes.
When she had glided off from sight, Kiku turned his eyes to the ziplock baggy sitting in his lap. They were large and somewhat chewy with a vaguely floral taste that wrapped itself around his teeth and then slid merrily down his throat. As he helped himself to a full one, he tilted his head back against the wall mindlessly chewing, content to know that he simply was.
(ohhhhhhhhh Kiku)
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Post by whelpzie on Jan 23, 2012 20:28:57 GMT -5
>> [/size] Matthew had no major remembrance of a when or why, but to his delight, he could very clearly make out three other components of a good situation. The Canadian was in Paris, flown out on a ticket sponsored by his Grandmother and working a shop staged by his employer, and if you ignored the specifics, he at least knew where he was. It was Fashion week, and every intimidating model walking past him reminded him of that and his highly disabling inability to talk, which included pretty much anyone unless trapped in a room together (for some reason, this was happening to him quite often as of late). The best part though was that Kiku was there as well - everything inside of of him was beyond elated because, y'know, it was that Kiku from Tokyo with his uncle Francis that surprisingly was also the Kiku that Feliciano talked a lot about that was really familiar but so far away. Kiku also had a supply of the best damn cookies in the world. Three out of five of the main W's was larger than two, so this situation was all looking for a win/win. He had just been out of work, changed into his nice outfit reserved for fancy meetings when he noticed his Japanese friend bobbing between the over priced models, looking beyond exhausted. There was a whole middle Matthew really couldn't recall right now, his brain on a thousand different things and a million different colors he had to think all about before he forgot them, but Kiku was there at least. And he had those damn good cookies. One of the most notably best things about being apart of the personnel was the ability to get in almost anywhere but into a dressing room without permission. His dinky little I.D. tucked into his back pocket, his stood under the spot light of the abandoned stage, a few crew men and wandering models skirting around the edges time to time. It was where he had ended up, announcing the colors of each and every imaginary person in the crowd surrounding the run way. He gulped in air for his demanding lungs for calling eagerly for his friend. " Kiku this so amazing, you have to get up here. Watch all the steps, they're tall,[/color]" he warned and urged, flapping a hand in some sort of challenged 'come here' motion. " You could do awesome karaoke up here if they hadn't unplugged everything.[/color]"[/blockquote]
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Kiku Honda
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Post by Kiku Honda on Feb 11, 2012 13:34:36 GMT -5
Kiku felt fantastic. Every single limb buzzed with an unknown source of energy, a pleasurable kind of energy that made every brush against him feel borderline orgasmic. Not that there were many people to brush up against, the vast runway hall was almost completely empty and everyone was too busy with after parties to remove Kiku and Matthew.
Kiku didn’t remember how Matthew had gotten there. But Matthew was meant to be there. He was meant to eat these glorious cookies and become one with all of the energies in the room. Whatever that meant. The buzzing sensation in Kiku’s chest tightened into a light giggle that bounced across the room. For some reason the sound of his own voice was enough to send him into a fit of racking, sobbing laughter. Only when Matthew talked to him (his voice echoey and somewhat pink colored) did Kiku stop laughing. He nodded his head vigorously and slowly climbed the stairs, one foot in front of the other until he had rooted himself to the spot on the edge of the stage.
He stared at Matthew for awhile. Matthew was interesting to stare at. The lights outlined every speck of dust that puffed up from any movement the other made giving an odd sparkling effect to everything. Kiku began walking again, a massive grin on his face, until he stood in front of Matthew in the light. Suddenly as heavy as lead, Kiku became aware that Matthew smelled like laundry detergent and wood and love and life and he could feel every individual nerve in his body being tickled at once. He grabbed Matthew’s cheeks like a mother, bringing their faces together until their noses were touching, vaguely aware that it looked like Matthew had only one eye. Suddenly he felt the urge to shout, to yell, to scream, to tango, to act like a mongoose but all that came out was;
“I think there was something in those cookies man.”
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Post by whelpzie on Feb 28, 2012 19:24:50 GMT -5
>> [/size] Kiku's appearance on stage was like a new burst of energy for the Canadian. He curled his toes in his nice work shoes, dropping his arms loudly as he ended his rock star show for the imaginary crowd. Under his breath he couldn't help but bright cheer ' Stairs!' as his dark haired friend mastered each and every one. He was like a sloth, but Matthew commended Kiku for his intelligence and politeness, so he was like a Sloth clad in a bow tie and top hat. Vaguely, among a million different rainbow spectrums, he wondered if Kiku was aware of his resemblance to such an elegant creature. As the store keeper cupped his cheeks, the blonde couldn't help but giggle, curling his fingers loosely into the torso of Kiku's clothing. He had enough self restraint from licking his lips, his nose pressed so tightly to the others that the motion pretty much would have been akin to tasting the Japanese man. His words hit him like a sack of feathers, catching him off guard enough that he swayed slightly, his hips loosely gyrating. " I think you're on to something,[/color]" he admitted in complete awe, fingers still curled into his sweaty work clothes. He had to admit, that would make a lot of sense. Between his last coherent thought and now, there was only one thing that came to find. Those damn good cookies. Kiku's face was dark, haloed on the edges only by the bright stage lights with his forehead pressed against Matt's. He looked like some perfect showcase, like a model that should be putting out his junk. Bitting his lip to keep from giggling again, he let go of him, giving his hips a light shove in parting. " I think the matter right now is, ah,[/color]" he stopped, finally in the best of situations to lick his chapped lips properly, taking up Kiku in his chromatic glory. " What do we do about this?[/color]" He took a few absent steps around the stage, scratching at his elbow with zero notice of his own actions. " Kiku, we need to document this somehow. Like, like those movies. Kiku and Matthew's Day off.[/color]" The boy was proud of tha one, that was a show stopper. They could take that one to Broadway. Aw hell, they were already on a stage. Maybe they could be Broadway.[/blockquote]
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Kiku Honda
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Post by Kiku Honda on Feb 28, 2012 21:13:35 GMT -5
“Wow.” Kiku rolled the word around in his mouth. “I think you are a wow. Have you ever thought about being a wow? If you’re a wow what does that make me? A what? A why? A why. I will be a why. Matthew and the Why’s Day Off. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” The words tumbled out of his mouth like syrup (Except for Matthew, Matthew was more of a champagne sort of taste). Kiku walked to the edge of the stage and cocked one hip out, placing both of his hands on top of his head. He stared out into the audience, empty seats where people had once been. Ignoring that the fact that those very seats were melting, he whipped back around to Matthew.
“I have a camera on me. Could we do pictures? Lots and lots of pictures? We could hang them up around my apartment. You should come live with me actually. Or I could come live with you. Or we could just live here. I could live here.” His rambling meant nothing to him, he just wanted to be here and not stop the wonderful rainbow strobes coming from Matthew’s every movement.
He loved Matthew. They were not strangers anymore, they were two beings destined to live in this land of beauty. He understood Matthew, could read his mind even. He knew how happy Matthew was, the magnetic pull he felt to Kiku as well. He knew the every direction of every strand of hair on his head, traveled along their tight little squeeze through Matthew’s hair rubber band. He bit his lip and tried to push through the layers of Jell-O in his mind to remember where he had put his camera. He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed his hands against his ears, oozing the answer out of himself like the last bead of toothpaste. “Backstage.”
Kiku dropped his hands and somersaulted over and over until he knocked against the pacing Matthew’s legs. There he was again, pulled over to him like two Hs to an O, like a Hello Kitty to a Daniel, like a Sailor Moon to a Tuxedo Mask, like a teacup to a saucer, like an umbrella to rain. He wanted Matthew to be the umbrella to his rain. He certainly looked like an umbrella from down there. He wrapped himself around Matthew’s legs koala style and stared up at him, pressing his chin against his thigh, gazing up at him through almond shaped pools. “We should find the camera backstage. Mmm.” Kiku tried to think of the appropriate method of transportation to get there, walking was simply not enough. “Would you like a piggy-back ride Matthew?”
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Post by whelpzie on Feb 28, 2012 22:16:12 GMT -5
>> [/size] Being a Wow sounded so fantastic, Matthew shouted it as loud as he could from his perch on the illuminated stage. Kiku's logic was flawless. Why - giggle - wasn't he some sort of millionaire? The blond watched Kiku strut, his jaw dropping a bit as he fulfilled his little internal thought process. " You're like, oh, one of those magicians,[/color]" he stated happily, not quite finding the right word. " You're really good at reading my mind.[/color]" There's plenty of awe in his voice, straight up pure virgin awe. Pictures. Pictures. Pictures. God, Kiku really was a brilliant mad man. He was a straight up catch. " I have walls,[/color]" Matthew stated intelligently, gesturing like a mime the presence of a wall beside him for a visual reference (while Kiku was smart, he had to make sure he remembered such things as walls occasionally). He stepped forward towards the Asian man, but got caught up again as the room around him mysteriously decided it wasn't violet anymore. " I'll share my walls with you, yeah, Kiku, you can even have my walls if you want.[/color]" The Canadian was concerned for a moment that his friend had simply over loaded, clapping his hands to ears to keep what was remaining in, but the fear quickly subdued as he blurted out the prized location for his camera. Matthew hadn't even fathomed a backstage, a wonderful secret layer beyond this beautiful rectangular world. It was too dizzying to watch the store keep's tumbled crawl, and he peeled his gaze back to the swaying seats until he was jostled. The man's arms felt like giant, floofed loofahs against his legs, rubbing his pants legs like pure static against his skin. It was wonderful and the blond dropped down, not quite gracefully with wobbly knees onto his rear, giggling the whole way down. " You have a camera?[/color]" he echoed like a challenged goldfish, smiling broadly as Kiku was now eye level again with him. His eyes were like, deep oval pools of of awesome knowledge. He rested his hands on his friend's shoulders, giving him the most intense grey stare he could give him behind his thickly rimmed glasses. " That sounds freakin' amazing. Let's do it,[/color]" he responded with such urgency that any mode of transportation would have subdued him if it got him there now.[/blockquote]
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