hand in hand

[SNOW ♠]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #8d64ff; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]ven in this tiny hand, [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝there could someday be strength surpassing our own from the day I cried beneath the ripe grapes, I started to walk even if my hand is small, even if we're separated, we'll walk this road and on the day that will someday come, we'll store away our best memories❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #8d64ff 8px solid;] █ It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. ~Johann Schiller The sound of children wailing, their high pitch laughter and the trail of filthy mess that they leave behind to announce their horrifying presence was unbearable for Youta. He disliked kids, hated them for that matter. By that, he meant all kids, which included teenagers as well. Even if they were also known as ‘young adults’, he couldn’t have agreed less on the adult part of the term. No, they were nowhere near adults. They were still immature trolls who were only grown on the outside. Some so called adults he knew were still just like that—like a particular blue eyed Italian who even though already had a wife and two children of his own, was nowhere near the prime example of what a father should be. It was safe to say that he was quite surprised that Nevi actually made it this far in life with a successful career and family. The mischievous high school boy he had met back during his days as a janitor at Ouran Academy was all grown up with a life that appeared to shine more than his own. He couldn’t help but think that was quite sad. So while, Demio Neville Ferravia had a happy family and a more than successful career with thousands of fans who would give anything to worship and kiss the ground the blonde graces his ever godly presence on—for he was currently the god of music since he and his band were quickly increasing their status as one of the world’s top bands—Youta was still that same mean, grumpy man back in those Ouran days with his computer and technology as friends and who kids would cry at the sight of and who girls don’t even bother to gaze upon with interest. The only difference was that he was now thirty-five and not twenty-seven. Carrying a large plastic container filled with second hand toys, Youta made his way into the orphanage in front of him. Yes, he was not a fan of noisy little children, but a part of him couldn’t pass down the opportunity to come with two friends and friends of said friends. A big part of it was because he had a bit of a connection with the orphanage. He spent his whole childhood growing up in one after all, yet after he had ventured out into the world at age eighteen, he had never once came back to one. It wasn’t because he had bad memories associated with it—though, he wouldn’t say that the memories of his days there were all that great either—it was just he never had a reason to go to one and fifteen years there after his parents left him at the Kisarazu station-–the place where his last name had conceived from—was more than enough for him not to miss the orphanage. Laying down the container next to the bags of snacks that Tadashi had just laid down, Youta opened the lid and let it slid down the back of the container so that it was propped up against the back. His eyes glanced over the many different toys and other items that were stacked on top of each other and his eyes caught sight of an old radio, which he couldn’t tell if it was still functional or not. However, it did remind him of something. That something was when he was at the orphanage as a child. Whenever someone visited the orphanage and brought items and toys like these for him and the other children to pick out, he would ignore the fluffy stuff animals, the cool action figures and toy cars. He would go for the camera or the radio or the cd player, broken or not. Then with his hands, would delicately take them apart piece by piece as if there were hidden treasure inside the electronic equipments and as if each piece he took apart was a treasure in itself. They were treasure to him and it was in those little pieces that he found happiness. It was only when he had taken apart those things that he found fulfillment and satisfaction. It was in that sense that he differed from most other children who found their place in each other’s company—they all only had each other after all in such a place where the one who had brought them into the world had abandoned them at. So while those children interacted, Youta had would cozily find a quiet corner in order to immerse himself in his own little world in which the only occupants were him and his gadgets. “Hey, Youta, they’re calling us over to the cafeteria for lunch,” Aki said as he walked past Youta. “We’ll get to do activities with the kids afterwards.” Youta merely gave a nod and followed his friend to where the cafeteria was. His eyes observed his surroundings as he walked. It was a nice orphanage. It was big and much opened with doors and windows flung open to allow the cool breeze to flow in and out. Trees and plants decorated the yard around the building. The sound of running water from a fountain somewhere could be lightly heard and birds chirped about. Each element gave the place a peaceful and refreshing feeling. It was then that his eyes caught something, making him stop. “Hm? Something wrong?” Aki turned around to ask. “No, it’s nothing,” Youta answered. There was a paused before he added, “Go on ahead without me. I’ll follow you.” Aki blinked, confused by his words but then shrugged. “Well, okay then.” Hearing Aki’s footsteps fade, Youta took a step in the direction of the boy who he saw out of the corner of his eyes. He wasn’t the type of person to go out of his way to approach someone, especially if that someone was a kid, but there was something about this boy sitting alone on the bench that urged him forward. They boy didn’t look up or even spare Youta a glance when he planted his feet next to the bench. The dark colored eyes on the young face were focused on the sketchpad in the boy’s lap as his hand guided the pencil across the paper with absolute control. Did he even notice that Youta was there? “Everyone is having lunch now,” Youta spoke, trying to spark some sort of reaction from the boy. “Not hungry,” the boy curtly responded, eyes still refusing to meet Youta’s face as it darted to the scenery in front of him for a brief second before returning to the paper. “You like drawing?” “What does it look like?” Now, that reply made Youta frown. Great, so he had just stumbled across a kid who apparently woke up on the wrong side of the bed. He titled his head slightly in order to get a better view at whatever the boy was drawing. His eyes widen in surprise when he saw the boy’s work. It was an exact duplicate of the scene in front of them—a composition of flowers of different colors, empty flower pots and a statue of a dog. This kid had talent. “It’s pretty good.” “I know.” Someone please remind him why he had stopped to speak with this kid. He stared at the boy for a few seconds longer before deciding to sit down on the bench and continue observing this strange boy’s activity. However, as soon as he sat down, the hand that was moving in a continuous motion stopped. Irises the color of midnight slowly lifted themselves to meet with his deep azure ones. “…” “…” The boy furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. “You’re sitting on my bench.” “It’s the orphanage’s bench. Not yours,” Youta said as a matter-of-factly. “But I’m sitting on it right now. So it’s mine.” “You have no right to claim it as yours.” “…” “…” Another moment of silence passed as the both of them stared at each other. The boy then closed his sketchbook and stood up before walking away. “Where are you going?” Youta found himself calling out to the boy. “Somewhere where you won’t be able to bother me. I’m done drawing here anyways.” With that said, the boy walked past a corner of the building and was gone. Youta continued to sit there, staring at the spot where the boy had disappeared. After a couple of seconds he finally decided to get up and head to the cafeteria while muttering about troublesome and weird kids. [/style]

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[⚘ Emery]

I.. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to wait to comment after the second part or -

>A< I DON'T CARE, I CAN'T HOLD MYSELF BACK -

This is beyond perfect, Snow, you don't even know!! ;w; Youta went inactive and I never brought him back, but he's still the Ouran janitor in my mind! I like to pretend - just like the real batman - he has to lay low in his batcave janitor's closet/home watching over the ground of Ouran High School from his tv monitors because it was such a controversy that all the parents discovered his secret security cameras after the Yakuza incident.

But he may return one day! When Ouran is at it's darkest hour and needs a janitor the most - Youta will be there! -strikes heroic pose -

Yeah, but you just really made my life by writing this, Snow TwT

[stella!]

he's the janitor ouran deserves but not the one it needs-

[SNOW ♠]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #8d64ff; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]ven in this tiny hand, [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝there could someday be strength surpassing our own from the day I cried beneath the ripe grapes, I started to walk even if my hand is small, even if we're separated, we'll walk this road and on the day that will someday come, we'll store away our best memories❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #8d64ff 8px solid;] █ Youta winced at the loud, sharp sound of balloons popping all around him. Did they seriously have to host a balloon stomp for the children? There were many other games to choose from, so why this noisy, hectic game? He sighed as he watched three kids ganging up on one of the older boys, their legs getting tangled up as they tried to distinguish the life of the blue balloon tied to the older boy’s ankle. Unable to successfully refuse to participate, Youta had purposely let one of the girls stomp on his balloons three minutes into the game. He would have excused himself in the first twenty seconds, but then his escape would have been too obvious and his friends would have definitely pushed him back in, so he waited a while. Deep blue eyes scanned the surrounding area, looking for a particular boy. He still didn’t know why he felt so drawn to the boy, but he cared enough to see if he could spot him in the middle of the mob of crazy kids. The boy wasn’t there. Maybe he went to find a new place to draw. He wasn’t at lunch with the other children earlier as well. “Kisarazu-san, is it?” Youta looked to his left and saw one of the orphanage staffs standing next to him. “Yes, that would be me.” She bowed her head to him saying, “Thank you so much for coming here to play with the children.” “No, it’s fine,” he quickly said. She lifted her head and smiled at him. “It’s been a while since anyone came here to play with them,” she told him, turning to face the group of running children. “It makes me happy to see them happy.” “I bet it does,” he said, also turning back to look at the excited kids still running around with a mission of killing everyone else’s balloons. “One of the children is missing,” he suddenly said. A brief moment of silence passed between the two as if the orphanage worker was confused as to what Youta meant. “Oh, it’s probably Yusuke,” she finally said. Youta turned back to face her. “Yusuke?” She nodded. “He normally doesn’t mingle much with the other children, but he’s a good boy…Oh! If you’re asking this then that means you’ve met him, right?” “I met him earlier.” Her face suddenly lit up and her eyes were full of what Youta could only describe as excitement. “Did you talk to him?” “Yes…” “Did he talk back?” “Yes…well, sort of—” She suddenly grasped his hands with both of hers, making him flinch. His eyes traveled to his hand, which was now clasped firmly between hers, and then back to her face. What—? “You’ll be his friend, right?” “Huh?” was the only that left his mouth as he was still shocked from the sudden intimate human contact of holding hands. “Please tell me you will,” she begged, eyes pleading. “Alright, alright. But will you please let go of my hand first?” She finally let go and sheepishly smiled. What’s with this woman? “I’m sorry, but I just got so excited hearing you say that. You see, Yusuke is the kind of person who doesn’t open up to others easily. He’s a really nice boy though. He never causes problems for anyone nor is he ever mean to the other children!” “I see…” She seemed so passionate when it came to talking about this kid that even though he was a bit taken back—okay, maybe not just a little bit—by her excitement, something about the way she talked about the boy perked Youta’s interest. However, her energetic passion suddenly evaporated and a look of sadness clouded her eyes. “His life wasn’t a very easy one though. You see…his mother died when he was really little and his father was into gambling and drinking. He would always come back home drunk and broke, and took all of his frustration out on Yusuke. When we found him three years ago, he was covered in bruises all over. His father abandoned him at a bus stop not far away from here and one of the other caretakers found him and brought him here.” Youta didn’t say anything as he listened to the boy’s story that was told from this woman’s lips. It really was a bad life. It was a life that he would never wish to have had and it was on that he would never be able to relate to. He couldn’t even remember who his parents were or why they had left him. No, he was sure that he did remember his parents at one point in time, but the image of them slowly disappeared along with the years that had passed. He was only three the last time he saw them, so the already foggy memory wasn’t hard for him to forget as time went by. He didn’t even bother to try to hang on to them. Some children might have desperately clung onto the memories of their parents, refusing to let go, refusing to forget. But for him, he quietly allowed those hazy faces and distant voices to fade away. They had made the choice to go on with life without him. Then it was only right if he did the same. There was no use clinging onto or chasing after what was already out of his reach. Life went on. And life needed to go on for this boy as well. He had a bad beginning, but that didn’t mean that the rest of his life had to be bad as well. Perhaps the bad experience had closed him off from the rest of those around him. Maybe like Youta, Yusuke didn’t trust people and so never made an attempt to invest in any kind of relationship. Youta wasn’t sure if his own cynical trait developed from his abandonment, but it was possible in Yusuke’s case as a means of protecting himself. But then again, Youta wasn’t actually a people person. He didn’t really understand the things that went on inside a person’s mind. He didn’t mingle much with them in the first place and if you didn’t spend your time with something then you won’t be able to understand it well. So in other words, Youta didn’t understand people, period. He understood technology, their patterns, their reaction to problems, the causes of their problems and their language better than he understood those of humans. But perhaps, he could understand this boy. Again, he couldn’t understand why he even went up to talk to Yusuke in the first place. It was out of character for him to do so. Yes, call him unsociable and a loner. He knew that he was not the friendliest of people around. Actually, he never really had anyone he cared about until he had entered the prestigious Ouran Academy. There, a few students and teachers had managed to wriggle their ways into his life and made themselves home in a small section of his heart. How they did it, he had no idea, but they miraculously did. It was the same with his current friends, Aki and Tadashi, who was here with him at the orphanage now. The thing was that he had never approached any of them first with the intention of getting to know them better. They all took the initiative to worm their way into his life and declare themselves as his friends. So it was strange that he was the one doing the approaching this time. “Maybe I’ll go look for him, right now…” he spoke his thoughts out loud. Once again, the eyes of the staff lit up. “That would be great! Um…If he’s not somewhere in the garden then maybe he’s in the library. He likes spending time in both those places.” Youta nodded. “Okay, I’ll go check them out then. Thanks.” She shook her head and then smiled. “No. Thank you.” [/style]

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