Unexpected {Aoki}

[Ethan Fabre]

Ethan Fabre

A soft, nearly inaudible creak permeated the air as a metallic clicking followed. The ivory painted door swung open, revealing a brunette teenage boy standing at the threshold of the door. Despite the impeccable appearance of his school uniform - it was free from all stains, wrinkles, and other marks - the sixteen year old boy appeared disheveled. His brown hair was tousled, his breathing erratic, and a thin layer of perspiration formed on his skin. At first glance, it appeared as if he had just run a marathon, which was somewhat true. After attending his classes on the first day of school, he had rushed to the dormitories in a panic, intent on being the first one to arrive there. Earlier that day, after having woken up late, he had forgotten to lock the door - well, that's what he thought, anyways. However, after finding himself before the securely locked door to his room, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and entered the spacious area, dropping his messenger bag near an unoccupied desk. He approached the sofa, grabbing the remote from the mahogany coffee table as he plopped down and turned the television on, flipping through the channels. Per usual, there was nothing of interest - there were mainly a few cartoons, documentaries, and cooking shows. He did, however, find a few news stations, but his interest deteriorated when he found that there was nothing particularly new - there were just a few house robberies, a weather forecast... All of that typical junk.

"Really, nothing at all," he muttered, dropping the remote on the sofa as he rose from his seat.

Russet brown eyes flickered towards his empty desk. Well, he supposed that he should've been getting started on his homework, though there were only a few assignments to do. He set to work, but soon found himself finished a mere few minutes later. After placing the completed assignments back into his school bag, the French boy remained at the desk, mechanically tapping his pencil on the desk as he lazily eyed his surroundings. His brown eyes trailed to the desk besides him, and Ethan was suddenly reminded of his dorm mate. Just who was this guy, anyways? It had been nearly twenty-four hours since he moved in, he had yet to officially meet his roommate. Actually, the boy hadn't even heard from the boy at all, though Ethan supposed that was natural. He had arrived roughly half an hour before midnight Sunday evening, so there was no time to get acquainted with one another. Setting the pencil flat on the wooden desk, the brunette's eyes wandered to his dorm mate's room.

"I wonder..."

Without a second thought, the sophomore approached the room, a hand closing on a doorknob as he closely turned it. However, a guilty conscience prevented him from doing so, and Ethan quickly retracted his hand. Shaking his head, the boy returned to the sofa, turning on the television once again as he searched for a program to watch. Well, whoever his roommate was, Ethan was going to meet him soon enough.

✿ Word Count: 513.

✿ Tags: Aoki.

✿ Notes: Woo~ Ethan and Aoki time.

[Aoki Rie]

His whole body felt like molten lava that sent gooseflesh on his whole body. As he rushed about, mentally forgetting everything. His fingertips danced as he stuggled with the endless amounts of notebooks and a hockey stick that seemed to be juggled around like he was a clown or something of that sort. He walked carfully, tip-toeing across the way of his dorm. He had barely noticed that he may have had a roomate. Never really applied to him. The blonde-brunette boy's eyebrows furrowed in some type of concentration, sticking out the tip of his tounge from the side of his mouth as he balanced most of the weight on his right side, cradling it to his chest, and he leaned over and stopped, panting. He wanted everything in order, his clothing, his hair- everything. But, he had overslept on his first day. That was not a good impression for everyone else to see a quite messy junior struggling his way into a new high school.

God, how he hated this. He had just gotten here the previous Sunday mourning with his father and his luggage. After settling in, he unpacked quite quickly, putting his afternoon clothes and his uniforms in the closet. He had read his books and wrote in his "diary" for a while. He'd have to hide the damned thing. Didn't want anyone to see it. He wrote of pretty personal things in there. He huffed. Oh dear, he soounded like a chick, thinking like that.


There was noise coming from the other side of the door. The television. His curiousity peaked, he wrinkled his nose and clasped his left hand on the metal doorknob. "Okay. Here goes nothin'..." he mumbled to himself before opening the door, the sound making a slight creak, it was a robotic, metallic sound that hung itself upon the air quite loudly, and he winced at that. As he stepped in, he sighed and then gently set the heap of stuff, varying to PE clothing to his William Shakespere books. The No Fear kind. They offered a good show of his knowledge. With pursed lips, the Junior peered around the dorm, eyebrows now raised. Huh. Someone was inside of here.

The stocky, rather tall young man blinked and rolled his eyes. Wherever he was, he wasn't near him. Probably went to the bathroom or something. He sat down on the farther side of the sofa, watching the news his roomate had set it on. Nothing but the usual. Robberies, the weather, the economy- crap like that. He sighed and reached down to remove his shoes, unlacing there both one at a time before setting them neatly off to the side. He'd gather them later. Now what the time to get a bit more organized. He had homework to do, studying, and he had his Othello play to be read. All in less than a few more hours. He was supposed to get up at 5:30, but like the kluz he was, he didn't wake up. So, he only had an hour to get ready for his first class of the year, and was narrowly almost late.

He leaned back into the sofa and trained his eyes on the TV, before standing up once more and deciding to head towards his room. He walked and then stopped. There he was, walking back towards the TV. He put his hands on his hips and closed his eyes and huffed silently, surprised and really not ready to met the other as of yet. He pursed his lips and stood there, not really sure of what to say.

"You... you surprised me there."

Notes: Inorite? Shippin' time~! Tagged: Ethan Words: 604

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[Ethan Fabre]

Ethan Fabre

Ethan jumped at the voice, hesitantly turning around to peer at his new dorm mate. Much to his surprise, however, he was met with a tall male roughly his age - if not a little older - with a blonde streak running through his brunette hair. The smaller of the two immediately noted the numerous piercings on the taller's ears and flinched at the sight of him. Though not the most wimpy kid on campus, the skinny boy couldn't quite compare to this... this Hulk's stature. Involuntarily, the sophomore shrank back, his russet eyes widening for a fraction of a second before he settled down. He could only hope that this guy wasn't dangerous. Otherwise, this was going to be one hell of a year for him; he refused to imagine what sort of criminal record this brute had. But, the smaller brunette abruptly shook his head. Perhaps now wasn't the time to dwell on such grim thoughts. It wasn't that he was scared that the older teen would harm him - Ethan had his powers for protection, right? It was just that he was nonconfrontational. The last thing he needed was to be hounded by the police because of some moronic crime the guy committed.

He blinked profusely and looked over the other male again before a slight frown formed, marring his otherwise unperturbed expression. A moment later, however, Ethan realized his mistake and strained a smile. Glancing at the taller male, he said, "The name's Ethan, I'm going to be your roommate. Let's get along, alright?" Russet eyes trailed to the other boy's room. "Sorry about earlier, I lost something of mine and I was checking to see if you might've seen it," he lied, attempting to brush off the incident with ease. Ethan wasn't quite sure what the other boy thought of his snooping, but he'd have found it to be rather suspicious if he were in the other's shoes. His eyes flickered back to the television momentarily, realizing that he left the thing on. Returning to the sofa, he resumed his activity, flipping through the channels time and time again before he settled on a cartoon about an adventurer and his bestfriend, a dog. The French boy stared at the screen, seeming to be absorbed in the program. A few seconds later, however, the slender teen abruptly turned off the television and gently place the remote back on the coffee table. Not once rising from his seat, he yawned and lazily turned around again to face his new room mate, a visibly bored look on his face once more. "So, your name?" he inquired, stretching his arms.

The younger male glanced at the books and hockey stick that piled by a table. Among the books were a few titles by William Shakespeare. At the thought of the author, Ethan fought back the childish urge to stick his tongue out in disgust. How he loathe the English language. Speaking it was one thing, but learning the spelling and grammar of it was absolutely revolting. "Lots of stuff, huh?" the boy commented nonchalantly. He allowed a yawn to escape once again and and shrugged off his blazer, carelessly tossing it on the sofa besides him as he reached for the remote again, unsure of what to do. He turned on the television once more, staring blankly as an advertisement played. Well, it wasn't like he had any friends to spend time with anyways. It wasn't like he minded either.

✿ Word Count: 580.

✿ Tags: Aoki.

✿ Notes: Oh yes! Cue the smexay times, too. You know it. Aoki and Ethan ftw.

[Aoki Rie]

As Aoki was surprised as well. This man, was quite small- somewhat wimpy in his looks. Maybe that was because he was about a head taller than the the young boy, or something. He just had the look of a dignified boy of a composed, noble family. It was probably opposite in the others mind. He didn't really know, nor have a clue on the other. He looked like a very sensible young man, with a polite way to put himself. Oddly, his whole face was a one of blank indenpendence. But, there, in those russet-golden brown eyes, a bit of... fear? He raised his hand to lightly rub a fuzzed growing goatee around his wider chin, he blinked in confusion as his eyes changed from surprise, to a scowl in a matter of seconds. When the other frowned, Aoki face flushed awkwardly, pulling on the cuffs of his shirt.

Had he done something... wrong? He simply closed his eyes and contemplated. Maybe it was him? His personality? Well, no; that's couldn't be it. They barely got to know each other. His apperance? Possibly. Yes. That was probably it. Everyone mainly avoided him on his first day, like usual. Wasn't a huge surprise. When you've been ignored formost of your life, you get used to it. And his wrinkled, dishelved uniform was another mistake. His pireced ears and seemingly harsh exteriot made everyone a bit hesitate to be around him. He didn't understand. His father had actually enjoyed the change in his son, although, he was a bit pissy when he saw the multitude of ear pirecing on his son's earlobes. As he walked past him, he as well learned his name."Ethan? Oh, i-it's very nice to... meet you. I hope we can get along." he murmured with a stammer and a thick blush. "Really? Well, I didn't see anything." he muttered. His voice, now coming on a bit stronger now, was sweet and calm, yet a bit nervous. He wasn't sure about this guy just of yet. Definitely, nothing like a delinquent and trouble maker everyone else saw. His voice was acually a bit softer. But, it was still gruff tenor. Ovbiously the at the end or middle of puberty at his best. He just had to attempt to get on some type of level with this guy- er, Ethan, trotting behind him with curious and expectant onyx orbs.

As Ethan sat down and began starting at the TV, Aoki was turned and rushed over to his heap of schoolwork and other papers. He grabbed it all in his stocky arms and varying clothing items and walked around the sofa so he wouldn't get in the way of him watching television. He carried the heap to his room and laid it all out on his bed. He peeked out the doorway and watched the younger train his eyes on the Tv, which blared an American TV show. Odd. He didn't know they played those type of shows. Hm. Wonders never seemed to cease these days.

As he sorted through the pile, he idly grabbed his notes and his Shakespere books. Along while fishing out a pen and a pencil. He walked out, notes and book in tow under his arm. He glanced at Ethan again, he was still trained on the television and he grimaced. He didn't understand how some could be absolutely adsorbed on Tv. Overall, he wasn't the type of person who even watched TV. He was more concerned on schoolwork, if anything. He pursed his lips and trodded over over to the far left side of the room where there was the toom chairs and a empty bookshelf. Good, he would need one. He sat down on the carpeted floor and spread the papers around him and sighed.

He heard Ethan call for his name, and he peeked over at him and then blinked and placed a hand on his neck "I'm Aoki. Its a pleasure." he said nervously, licking his lips and then beginning to gnaw on him bottom lip, turning away and picking up Othello when he heard Ethan speak once more. He allowed a small chuckle to arise from his nude lips and he shook his head and tilted it slightly.

"Not really. Its a really good play. Lots o' drama n' romance. A very good plotline as well." he commented back to the younger man, turning his attention back to the words. Seems like he didn't care much for Shakespere. Maybe he could get him interested in the books? He didn't seem like he had any time to spend anywhere else, anyway. Neither did he.

They were both forever alone.

Notes: AIKOETHAN FML *cue smexy music* Tagged: Ethan Words: 773

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[Ethan Fabre]

Ethan Fabre

Ethan's gaze remained glued onto the television screen, listening as his roommate, Aoki, introduce himself; he'd have to memorize that name as quickly as possible. The French boy remained glued to the sofa as he continued to watch his program disinterestedly, a characteristic expression of boredom crossing his features as he sighed. It was rather sad, really. He was a sixteen year old boy with no friends to speak of, and had absolutely no dating experience whatsoever. The boy's back grew rigid as he contemplated the thought. Well, it wasn't as if he cared for love anyways. It was all too troublesome, those things called feelings. What use was love anyways? It wasn't as if he needed it, though he vaguely wondered what it was like at times. Most likely, it was a roller coaster of emotions, which Ethan found troublesome. He's had his fair share of awkward moments with crying girls - and boys - before, and he couldn't help but be perplexed by their sorrow. In general, he was incapable - well, he thought he was - of relating to others and expressed difficulty in showing his emotions - if he had any to begin with - to others. A guy like him simply wasn't cut out for this type of thing, and he'd easily take solitude over a girlfriend any day.

The boy's eyes drifted towards the high ceiling of the room, and he leaned back further as he gazed at the fan whirling overhead. Did he even like girls to begin with? What about boys? Ethan never quite thought about his sexuality until now. Was he straight? Gay? Bisexual? He never really took the time to consider which sex, if any, he was attracted to. But, he supposed it didn't really matter to him. So, did that make him asexual? Well, he never looked at anyone in a romantic or sexual sense. Hell, he didn't think about this until now. His father failed to talk to himself about anything like this. "Way to go, Dad," he muttered to himself, his eyes still lingering on the fan above. He wondered what his father was doing at the moment. At work, most likely. The sixteen year old refused to think about his step-mother. Though she was polite enough, the brunette male couldn't stand the thought of her as being the mother figure in his life. He already had one and couldn't help but feel as if he were betraying his real mother if he were to even think of Genevieve - his stepmother - as a replacement. Grimacing, he remained to glance up at the ceiling until Aoki's voice shook him from his thoughts. At the mention of drama and romance, the smaller teen nearly fell out of his seat, alarmed.

"Er, drama and romance aren't really my thing," Ethan admitted, regaining composure as he turned around in his seat to peer at the older male on the floor. With an arm draped over the sofa, he glanced at Aoki's book and frowned. "I don't really read that much, to be honest."

The smaller of the two sat there uncomfortably, allowing his words to hang in the air as he continued to look over other's Shakespearean books. Ethan blinked. Well, Aoki seemed to be acquainted with the works of William Shakespeare, much to the sophomore's surprise. Despite his appearance, it seemed as if the boy genuinely cared about learning, which could be said otherwise for the younger boy. Despite his high marks in science and mathematics, the French boy had no particular interest in any of his subjects aside from metal work and auto work. English in particular was dreadful to him and he had struggled with the class last year; in fact, he barely passed by a point or two. Perhaps he could learn something from his roommate, though that seemed highly unlikely. Ethan had given up on comprehending the English language and its syntax and grammar long ago. With his eyes still lingering on the older male, the brunette watched in mild interest as the other poured over his book. Well, it wasn't like the French boy had anything better to do, right?

✿ Word Count: 696.

✿ Tags: Aoki.

✿ Notes: Sorry for late post. Mhm. ETHAN/AOKI SHIPPING FOR THE WIN. We'll call it Ethoki/Aokthan shipping. It might sound like an STD, but trust me, it's hawt.

[Aoki Rie]

Aiko R.

Aoki just prused his lips, saying nothing and moving the book a bit deeper in frony of his face. He sighed and then grimaced. He was at the end of the play where Othello murders his wife. With raised eyebrows, he knew he was doing it only because he was angry with her for supposively "cheating" on him with another man, but... c'mon? Seriously? Smothering her to death with a damn pillow was a bit too much, right? Anyone he knew wasn't that heartless. Although, the book was enjoyable, it did have those parts where he believed something was wrong. William Shakespere sure did know how to bother somwone with his methods of murder in the tragedy department. He smirked and then shifted so the play was in his other hand and he frowned slightly at the small text. He'd have to tell his father he'd need glasses soon, because he was just now noticing when he strained his eyes for a long period of time, he'd have to stop reading for a while. He set down his book and rubbed his eyes tiredly and then stretched, crossing his legs in a more tribal style and method before glancing around and looking up at the ceiling.

The boy was ovbiously French. There was nothing wrong with that, but his name. Ethan? He seemed to need a more elegant name than that. Aoki crossed his eyes and then patted down the hair the suddenly decided to stick up on his blonde mohawk. In his Senior year, he'd probably dye his hair back to its orginal russet coloring, but for now, he'd just play off the rebellious look for now. Besides, it was fun. Caused a lot of heads to turn in the process- and he liked that. Not like he was an attention hog or anything, but it was nice to be noticed. Unlike Mr. Dull-pants over there, who's eyes were still glued on the TV, he actually wanted to do something before he left highschool. Ethan probably desired to be something as well, but he shouldn't put his nose where he doesn't belong. Hell, he hasn't even known him for five minutes and he was already curious.

Unlike Ethan, he was sure of his sexuality. He was homosexual. And he was proud of it. He wasn't afraid to tell anyone about it when they asked, but that would be an awkward question as well, but still. He hung around girls more often, and he gave them advice when they needed it at her old school. When they'd cry, he was that random shoulder you could just spill out all your problems to, and he'd soak it all up and hug you and whisper words of comfort. Aoki was just like that. He Wilbur would always explain his troubles to Aoki, and he'd listen. God, how he missed the guy, but still. He almost wished Ethan was most... robust in his personality like him. Life would be a bit more exciting then to come home to have him sitting there, watching television and not saying a word to you. If he had to look forward to that, then he'd politely ask to be removed. Too much silence was a bad thing. Ethan, if anything, needed to be social. But, then again, Aoki couldn't judge. Not like he did anything, either.

When Ethan began to move about in shock, Aoki turned his head and then wrinkled his nose awkwardly. Did he just say what he just thought he did? Ethan probably thought he was some weird dude, indeed. Aoki's cheek flushed with the color of a bright rosey scarlet, and he folded his arms "Yeah. But he does really great tragedy plays as well. They're really good." he explained, with a huff and a blustering sigh to follow it. He just said the stupidest things when he was nervous, and this was not exception. Ethan was now unglued for the blaring TV, and looking at him intently. He squirmed inwardly. Crap, now that he had his attention, he didn't know what to say. Now he knew what they meant by "Be careful for what you wish for!" his onyx iris's darted up to meet his brown one's and he suddenly wished he didn't say anything at all.

He glanced off at the fallen book and grabbed it and smirked. Ethan suddenly admitted he didn't know much about it. This is where he could prove his use. "Well," he started, his tenor voice slow "Shakespere created over two-hundred of our English words. Before his time, the most used language was French. After his plays, English grew in popularity." he explained, using one finger to rub his prickly goatee with the palm of his hand. He then reached up to rub his forehead, racking his brain for more information.

"As well, Shakespere wrote over thirty-eight plays before his death, and six years later they were officially published. he continued, his voice going a bit more faster in excitement. He then set down the small book and reached for his notebooks and pen "Are you curious now? I find is very fascinating, but its okay if you don't. I understand. We all have our views on things." he mumbled, lowering his head, his voice dipping back to its normal quiet and soft-spoken nature, the spark of daring gone from his eyes.

words : 894
tags : Ethan
notes : Hehe. This is the most he's talked in a while. Aokthan? xD

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