waitsforbrother | The roaring twenties was definitely not quiet

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The roaring twenties was definitely not quiet

Who: Kamui and anyone disrupting his peace and quiet
Where: His apartment complex or even outside it.
Style: First, third, or either
Status: Open

Kamui would have stayed at the office, but that place was too stifling. He only stayed there when he really had to, but he tried not to be around his father's things. Even if he had used the office years after his father's passing, Kamui still kept it the same. And whenever, someone would try to change something, he was already flipping out. His father's office was one of the few things he had of the other, so he tried his best to keep in the same likeness as the other.

But Kamui found the place suffocating at times. It made him nervous to be there. He didn't know how to explain the anxiety he felt, but he knew it was real enough for him to be in a hurry to leave.So, Kamui decided to finish his work in the comforts of his own home. Sure it wasn't as quiet as his father's office, but he had his way of dealing with the nuisances that tried to threaten his sleep or his productivity. So as soon as he came in he decided to sit down and do just that. Work. Daring anyone to interrupt him.

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And dare someone did, unknowingly of course and well-meaning.

The interruption came in the form of an energetic knock at the young man's door. On the other side was a child hopping from foot to foot impatiently for him to answer, smile already bright and in place.

Edited 2011-04-26 06:46 (UTC)

A hand was through his dark,slick back hair as he stared down at the reports. His eyebrows furrowing with concentration as he made sense of the information. It wasn't that he didn't understand what was there, it more like looking at it was giving him a headache. This report seemed off. Information was missing.Yep, there was definitely a headache coming.

Suddenly there was a knock to his door. Kamui threw the door a look, staring at it, and then going back to his work. He'll ignore it. There was no one he knew that was visiting him. He looked over the report again, but couldn't go back after hear the floorboards creak outside his door. Whoever was on the other side must be doing something annoying.

The young male stood up from his desk and walked over to the door. Flinging the door open and burning holes into whoever was standing there. Except his gave went over Ashura's head expecting that he would be dealing with a idiotic adult. His gaze lowered and focused on the boy."What."

"Kamui!" Ashura was oblivious to the glare leveled above his head and the impatient tone when he was finally noticed. "Ashura brought you brownies Suu baked with me! We had even too many for me, so I wanted to share."

The news boy leaned to the side curiously, shortened curly black hair swaying with him as he tried to peer into the apartment. "Whatcha up to?"

Kamui's impatient expression doesn't change. It was that kid from upstairs. The one with obnoxious older brother.He then looked down at the brownies that Ashura was willing to share with him. Before he could give the other an answer he placed his hand in front of Ashura's face blocking him from seeing his apartment."Something a paperboy wouldn't understand."

He then looked back to the brownie."Is this some kind of peace offering?"

Ashura siiighed at being blocked from seeing inside. What did being a paper boy have to do with it? He'd learned about all sorts of things from the papers after all.

But the child got distracted by the question instead of pursuing that line of thought. "Peace offering?" He asked curiously. "What does Mister Kamui mean?"

He was doing work at the moment, and since he knew how rowdy his neighbors could get, especially one in particular, he was willing to accept the brownies as a peace offering. A truce, so he wouldn't have to kill anyone."I'll take the brownies, in exchange for ignoring what ever noise your family will create tonight."

"Oh!" the child exclaimed, still not sure how that made this a peace offering. After all, they weren't fighting! But if the brownies would help with the noise... somehow... then that was fine by him.

"I think Hideki will be stuck at work late tonight, so it shouldn't be very loud. Ashura will try to be quiet too. And Suu is aaaaaaaalways quiet. Even when she sings. And that's so pretty so it shouldn't bother you any right?"

Took a breath finally and looked up at Kamui expectantly. "You should try one! Do you even like brownies? I wasn't sure if you would, but I hoped so."

Well he had no problem with Suu and her singing. It was nice to listen to, when he had the chance to hear it. Not that he would say that out loud or show that he liked her singing either. And since the oldest and probably the noisiest one wasn't there. Then he had little to worry about, but still he was still worried about his work.

As for the brownies, well he liked chocolate and he had a sweet tooth. He was raised by one, of course that was carried on. So Kamui did liked brownies. Will he tell Ashura that? Not in a millions years. So he allowed the kid to think he never had a brownie."I'll try one, but I'm not promising anything."

He said as he took the plate from the young boy and he moved to the side allowing the boy in. He pointed over to his desk."That place is off limits."

Gold eyes lit up in utter excitement when Kamui stepped aside to let him in. "I promise they are really really good! We were really careful making them and it was lots of fun and they have lots of love in them~!"

Ashura looked around once he was inside, eyes obviously gravitating toward the "forbidden" area of course. But for now, he was good and stayed put. "Do you live here alone then?"

"..."Kamui was silent as the other went on about good the brownies were. He wouldn't know how good they were until he tried them himself.

He walked over to the kitchen, letting Ashura's eyes wander and trusting the boy not to go to his workstation while his back was turned. He only turned to Ashura when he asked a silly question."Do you see anyone else here?"

He then set the brownies down."Are you thirsty?"

A pout crossing his lips, Ashura shook his head. "I don't see anyone else here, but they could be working, you know. Ashura has never gotten to come inside here before, so I wouldn't know."

At the question in return, Ashura trotted after Kamui to the kitchen and looked up at him hopefully. "A little bit. Would it be okay?"

Kamui looked at the boy,flatly. So sarcasm was beyond him. He then said simply."I live here on my own."

As for his offer, the young man made his way to the icebox. Browsing the things he had. He wasn't a drinker so he didn't have anything unsuitable." I wouldn't have offered if it wasn't okay. I only have milk, water and juice."

"Milk!" The child replied excitedly, "That goes best with brownies afterall, heh~"

Ashura then follows after Kamui into the kitchen area expectantly. He wanted to see what he thought of the brownies first hand.

Kamui went to retrieve the milk and started to pour it into two glasses. Without even turned to Ashura, he held the class out to youth."Here."

Once Ashura took the glass, he re-fastened the milk bottle and placed it away. He then turned to the brownies,taking one of the plate, trying his best to ignore the amber eyes on him. He took a bite of the brownie, chewy it for awhile, before he shrugged his shoulder."Not bad."

It wasn't just "not bad" it was deliciously, but Kamui wouldn't got that far. He continued to eat at the brownie, sipping his own glass of milk in between. He then turned to Ashura,"You can take one? Unless you had your fill already."

Fuuma can't, at least, annoy him for the moment: he just finished one of his casual jobs and will need at least five more minutes to be back.
And it means...

"Meow?"
Hello unknown person who lives in the misterious world behind the wall, Cat heard you and now he wants his crunchies! Oh, come on, why don't you come here to feed him? And to play with him too? Beware his determination, stranger, Osaka's going to assault the enemy wall and call your name until you come to play with him.

Taking notes, Kamui was diligently looking over some more reports regarding the progress of another project his company had going on. This time it was some kind of restoration project. He was on a good streak, until he heard something on the other side of his wall. He turned in the direction wondering if he heard something, but soon shrugged it off and went back to work. It had to be his imagination.

No, it wasn't your imagination, stranger, and the newest member of Fuuma's family (And the only one) will now start mewing until you pay him attention: Osaka starts rasping the wall calling as loud as he can. Where is his owner? Where are you?
Anyway Fuuma's almost home, the cat should shut up once he arrives. Maybe.

The mewls caused Kamui to look back over at the wall. The distinct sounds were easy to make now that they were louder and more persistent. A cat? He hated them, and this was why.They didn't know how to shut up. He tried to ignore it, but the creature could not be drowned out. Suddenly he picked up the nearest object and flung at the wall. Hoping it would silence the annoying beast, so he could get back to work.

Scary, what was that sound? Something hit the wall on the other side and Cat jumped back before realizing that... Oh, happiness, you're cooperating in order to destroy the evil wall! How dares it to stay in the way? Don't worry, he's going to put all his effort in fighting the wall, now.
"Meow!"
Anyway, stranger, you can open the fridge, can't you? Can't you? Because that's all Osaka really needs from you.

"Oh?"
And Fuuma stops, chatting with an old lady on the first landing.

No, kitty, Kamui would rather if the wall stay up and wished it was sound proof. When he realize the cat not relenting, he stood up from his seat and stormed over to the wall. Hitting it with his hand."Be quiet." He hissed.

He then walked over to the door, motivated enough to find out who's apartment this kitty belonged to. When he found that person, they were going to get an earful and maybe a punch to the kisser, if they didn't cooperate.

Mh? What's happening now? What is the stranger doing? What a pity he doesn't understand the human language at all, right? Anyway he's quite confsed by his movements and decides to wait and see what happens.

Fuuma just reached the floor, completely unaware of how loud his new pet can be when he's not home.

Kamui spotted Fuuma getting on to their floor. He watched as the tall guy goes toward the door at the end, the apartment next to his. This bastard must be the owner.

"Hey!" Kamui called out, making his way over to him."Shut that animal up!"

Well, what a glorious first meeting with his new next-door neighbour: Fuuma raised an eyebrow, still smiling, and listening inside his apartment. A single, solitary meow comes from it, Osaka's sitting in front of the door waiting for it to open.

"Ah, certainly this mess didn't let you sleep tonight..." murmured with a very serious expression "Sorry, kid, my tiger tends to spend his time destroying my furniture when I'm not home."

Kamui crossed his arms over his chest, still giving the other a heated look...that was until he said,"...tiger?"

What was he doing with a tiger?! No matter. His "pet" still caused a disturbance and if he couldn't tame his own animal, perhaps he shouldn't have it."You seem fine with your cat doing that to your things. So that's your business, but when it interferes with my work, it becomes my business. Find a way to control him."

Edited 2011-04-27 07:06 (UTC)

"Her name..." Well, not really but... who cares? "You don't really think I could take care of a real tiger in such a small apartment, do you? "

"To control him, mh?" And opened the door, giving the cat the opportunity to walk outside and rub himself against his legs like saying 'papa, I'm so glad you're home, where is my food?'
"I wonder how much such a cute creature can annoy you, especially living in another apartment..."
Anyway when he leans down to caress him, his only raection is trying to scratch his owner: not time for cuddles, human, time for food.

"I don't know you, anything is possible." Kamui remarked as he watched the other open the door for the feline. He watched as the tame kitty, rubbing against the other's legs.

Kamui glared at Fuuma, wondering if he was insulting him or just commenting. Either way, the businessman took offense."You weren't here. You don't know how annoying that meowing was. And I have very important work to do. Just make sure you keep that cat quiet, while I work. Got it?"

If there was one person that could interrupt and receive little to no scorn, it was her. After all, she was his mother. Her visit would perhaps be a surprise, she hoped so at least. As the wife of Mamoru, almost everyone at the office knew her (and were sworn to secrecy about how old she probably was). So whilst Kamui was the heir and head of the company, Serenity still had enough pull. Which was why Kamui's secretary was to inform her whenever her precious son went home looking sick or unwell.

Like now. So adjusting the shall of her dress (http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k166/Cheshires_Grinning_Girl/yolan-cris-wedding-dresses-2011.jpg) she had left the academy after finishing all of her paperwork to see her son. There was a soft knock on his door, really, her son lived in such a modest home but that was alright, he knew he was always welcome back into hers if he needed.

Kamui tapped the edge of the pen against the table as his blue eyes scanned the document over and over again. There were so many things to consider with this new project. The brunet's eyes doesn't peel off the paper until he heard a soft knock on the door. Something he could have easily messed if he was reading, but his frustration allowed him to hear. He got up from his chair, his temper starting to rise and a frown on his face.

He grabbed at the hand,opening fast without looking who was on the other side."What do you want?" He said coldly.

Then his blue eyes looked up and his eyes widened, when he realized who it was. His mother?! His tone softened,"Mom? What are you doing here?"

For the briefest second, she looks hurt at such a greeting, but her heart is quick to forgive and she knows he didn't mean it. She's quick to hug her son and smiles. She reaches up and taps the top of his head.

"If you grow any more you're going to be taller than your father. You're already taller than me." Of course, she was all of 5'3" so that wasn't hard. "And I came because I haven't seen you, I'm allowed to miss my son aren't I?" she kissed his cheek.

The young man wasn't one to deny his mother affection. He hugged her back and allowed her to kiss his cheek. He had missed seeing her too,but lately work has been hectic, so has hasn't been able to visit her. If he knew she was going to go through the trouble of coming here, then he would have tried to see her. He would rather that, then having his mother out there. Not that he felt his mother couldn't handle herself. But he knew how unsafe the streets could be.

"I'm not stopping you from missing me, but you didn't have to go through the trouble of coming here. Isn't this place out of your way?" Kamui said, the Academy was close, but it wasn't exactly a place his mother would normally be. He wouldn't call it the slums, but it was close at times. He allowed her to come in, not stalling her from entering his apartment.

"You could be on the other side of the city and you're never too far for me to visit Kamui, you're my son." She walked into the apartment, always the vision of white. Unlike most of the women in the city, Serenity didn't conform in many ways and she didn't conform in the raising of her son. If anyone ever asked when the late Mamoru Chiba was alive, they would say he made the money, but she wore the pants and it was no different in the raising of her son.

She set her shawl down on the hat hook and she glided over to the table, examining the paperwork.

"Let's have some tea and sit hmm?"

His mother definitely wore the pants. Sometimes he believed she was pulling strings at the company, while he wasn't looking, making sure things went smoothly for him. And this is why he said nothing as she looked to what he was working on. She probably already knew. He closed the door and went over to the kitchen to prepare some tea. It wasn't the first time his mother had stopped by unexpectedly. So Kamui was already prepared. Having her favorite tea at the ready.

Once it was done he set it down on the table for her, making it the way she liked. "The tea is ready, Mom." He told her, waiting for her too join him, pulling out the chair for her.

She looked up from the paperwork, making a few changes here and there but certainly nothing Kamui wouldn't have done by himself given enough time to study the documents. She smiled as she set it down and went over to the table, sitting down. Her son was so well mannered. She waited for him to sit beside her before she lifted up the tea cup and inhaled the soft aroma.

"Kamui, you always know my favorite tea."

Kamui sat. He then smiled at his mother's comment."If I didn't know at least your favorite tea, I shouldn't be called your son."

He then picked up his own tea cup sipping at it, before setting it down. He then turned to her."So, how's the doctor?"

"You're the best son I could have ever asked for, Kamui. Don't think a thing like tea would make it otherwise." She leaned over and kissed his brow before pulling back and lifting her cup.

"Hatori?" she sipped her tea and gave a small smile. "Busy as can be expected of the doctor."

"I don't think that, but it shows you mean enough to me to pay attention." Kamui replied as she kissed his forehead. That was saying a lot. He didn't pay attention to most people, unless it had to deal with the business, himself or his mother. Everyone else was just there, there to help him or hurt him.

When the topic changed to Hatori, Kamui was silent for a while. He had nothing against Hatori. He met him a couple of times and he knew that had only respect for his mother. That was not to say, he wasn't overprotective of her."I hope not to busy. And Namine?"

"Shy as ever I'm afraid. But she's doing well, Hatori treats her with all the love she deserves." She smiled as she sipped her tea and her thoughts drifted to Hatori. After her husband's death, it came as a surprise to even her that she had actually gone on a date with her him. And what perhaps surprised everyone that knew her was that she continued to date him.

Serenity leaned back in her chair. "Kamui, do you like Hatori?"

Kamui nodded his head as his mother spoke of Namine. That was his first impression of her too and he couldn't object to her mother's observation of how well Hatori treated her. However, he turned his attention back to his mother when she asked him a question. And not just a question, it was a question about Hatori.

The young entrepreneur is slow to answer as if considering his answer. Considering other thoughts. He set his tea cup down and then said,"...he's fine as a person. I have nothing against him."

She gazed at Kamui for a long moment. She was reminded so much of Mamoru. The way his hair fell, his height and broad shoulders was the same. His kindness that he didn't like it being commented on... A sad smile came to Serenity's lips, a smile Kamui probably recognized by now was the one she wore when she thought of her late love. Pale fingers wrapped around Kamui's own hand.

"Kamui, are you alright with my dating him?" She had been dating Hatori for well over a year but she was still worried about Kamui's opinion of him.

Kamui looked to her as his mother wrapped her fingers around his hand. He caught a glimpse of the sad smile. Knowing well what it meant, but he didn't bring attention to it. Because there was no need. When she smiled liked like that he was reminded of his father, who cause her to smile so sadly. His grip on his hand tightened around those fingers.

"I have nothing against him personally. I think the ideal of you dating bothered me." Kamui replied honestly. It was hard for Kamui to come with terms with it. Hatori, was innocent, what irked him was his mother dating. At first, he thought he was just finding a replacement for father, but he knew his mother was not that type of person. She cared for his father a lot, so he knew that was not true. But what it really came down to was the fact that he had to share his mother with someone else. It was selfish. But he had his mother to himself for a long time, and felt Hatori was encroaching his territory.

He patted his mother's hand gently, showing that he had resolved that issue."But it doesn't bother me now. I know that you will always have a place for me and father in your heart, no matter who you fall in love with."

"Kamui, I'm glad you know you always have a place. I want you to know that you as my son will always be first in my heart. You're my precious son, the heir to the family and I loved your father with my entirety." And she had. For several years she had been in a depression at her husband's death. She still got up and she still went out as the headmistress, but when her husband had been killed it was like she had thought all color had left the world. Even though she kept going on for her son, family, and friends, the first years after Mamoru's death had been hardest on her. There were nights that she would fall asleep sobbing, holding his pocket-watch to her breasts.

But that had been more than a decade ago. It had been Kamui that had pulled her out of her depression although he didn't know that. Serenity smiled and shifted to kiss Kamui's temple.

"My handsome and wonderful son."

"I know." The young man said as his mother assured him of his place in her heart and how she felt about her father. Kamui knew very well, how much his father's death affected her. Even though, his mother may think he was oblivious to her pain,he always saw through the strong front she made for him and others.

Kamui smiled at that."As long as you're happy that's all I care about."

"I am," she said as she caressed his cheek. "I am happy Kamui. So long as this world turns I will keep going and do all I can for it so that you and all my students and everyone can have a beautiful place to live."

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