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Post by Michael Wang on Apr 10, 2011 23:23:15 GMT
Michael sighed and spun his pen in his hand, distracted. He was supposed to be practicing line-reading but he just couldn't seem to stay put. He was glad Aniki had finally approved of him playing the violin (after a series of secret visitations from him in what used to be Michael's secret playing spot), but now that he did, he began to force (or what Aniki preferred to call, 'a strong suggestion') a formal education in music on him, much to Michael's dismay.
He remembered the day he received the violin. It was with his previous 'owner', Mr. Kirkland. Mr. Kirkland was a strong believer in the arts and taught Michael everything he knew about astrology and nature. History, literature, Mathematics, you name it - Michael had enough experience to be considered a degree-holder in it.
Some days, Michael wished he could go back in time to just re-visit his past 'father'. Living with Aniki was nice, but it just wasn't the same. Ever since the death of Mr. Kirkland, he had lost interest in his childhood passion of developing a second Solus, this time in the sky. People in the orphanage always laughed at Michael when he told them about it. They said it was cute for such a little one to set their mind on such a big goal, but really only made Michael feel like a stupid kid.
Which he was; a stupid little kid. Once he was taken in by Aniki, he realized how difficult life was. You had to earn your living, it wasn't given to you. Michael had just been lucky so far. If it wasn't for Mr. Kirkland's intervene, he probably never would have made it to living in the Highlands.
He sat up from the window sill to stretch, his elementary-level worksheet still blank, "Ah-o, nee" He mumbled, his own little language coming out with a long sigh.
Michael hoped Aniki would come home late today. That way, Michael could get in bed and pretend to sleep so that Aniki wouldn't rant at him for not getting his work done. He sort of felt bad for living with Aniki. He knew Aniki loved him but Michael did little to nothing for him. He always said Michael was welcome there are didn't have to work to make up anything, but it still was a burden on Yao to allow Michael to stay, especially with his prickly family.
He sighed and walked over to Aniki's desk. Behind the trashcan was the shredder, and that was where his worksheet ended up.
Micheal watched as the work split into several strips of paper, all mismatched as of joining the collection of already stripped files at the bottom of the collection bin, "All done."
He smiled before a knock was heard at the door, "A-Aniki?" Michael gulped: the sun's still up, how's Aniki able to get home so fast? He usually works through eight! Michael wasted no time on coming up with a plan. Without another word, he jumped into his Aniki's bed and rolled around in the covers, attempting to make it look as if he had been resting....in another person's bed.
He sighed and pulled a pillow over his head, "Whatever." He thought before closing his eyes, praying it would work.
Michael could already picture his brother's words; "Shang? What are you doing on my bed? Aiyah, what are you up too now?"
Silly Aniki. He thought. Aren't I always up to something?
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Post by Yao Wang on Apr 15, 2011 18:38:55 GMT
Yao sighs, knocking on the door for the third time. He never noticed that he forgot the house keys when he left earlier today. "Aiyah.. I thought Shang would be home already," he sighed, "Guess not."
A sudden realization caused him to smack himself in the face. There was a spare key under the welcome mat! Gingerly, Yao picked up the key and opened the door to his simple (as he could get) abode. It took him months to convince his parents that he had to live by himself. He won, but he had to compromise. Yao was allowed to live by himself but they had to choose his new home. They finally did a month later and he found out that his 'apartment' was really an extension of the main house. But he couldn't complain, the peace and quiet was worth it. And Shang could at least feel more at home here. Speaking of which...
"Shang? I'm home!" Yao calls out, "...If you're here anyway."
He looks around, it was quiet and there was no one here. Guess he went to his job. Unbeknown st to him, he did not notice that the boy was on his bed. At least, not yet.
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Post by Michael Wang on Apr 15, 2011 19:21:04 GMT
He sat there in the silence as Yao fumbled at the door. "Crap. The floor key." He sighed and tossed the bedsheets over his head as his Aniki walked in.
Michael's shoulders lowered, is anxiety gone. Aniki's face was his way out of trouble, even if he was still tied to it. "I'm here. Just got back." He mumbled, just loud enough for Yao to hear. "How was work?"
Usually, his Aniki would work from home; he had done so since taking custody of Michael. But recently he had chosen (Michael preferred 'forced') to do so otherwise. He smiled at the thought, it gave him more time to plan his big surprise for his Aniki.
Yes, that big (wait for it...) surprise.
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Post by Yao Wang on Apr 15, 2011 22:29:00 GMT
"Oh, welcome back too," Yao smiled, "Work was the same. Tiring and taking more as usual. I think I got another phone number from a new female coworker though. Aiyah...this is why I do the work. Everyone slacks off.." He grumbles to himself, looking for the sound of the voice.
"Where are you anyway Shang?" he looks around, confused. He was sure that there were no ninjas in this day and age. But if so then Shang is definitely one. Yao swears it.
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Post by Michael Wang on Apr 15, 2011 22:37:36 GMT
"Right here." He waved from the bed.
Yao's apartment was small, but functional. In the main room was a space for television and radio as well as a side for Yao's bed (that Michael often took for a couch). Yao's home office was set up here too. To the side was a small, walk in kitchen. And across from the doorway was Michael's room and the place's only bathroom. It was a one-person living space and Michael hated taking what he assumed was his Aniki's old room, but Yao refused to rearrange anything.
"Number, huh." Michael smirked. "Still popular with the ladies, yeah?"
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Post by Yao Wang on Apr 17, 2011 18:40:55 GMT
Yao pouts, not amused, "Unfortunately, They should work like they're suppose to instead of getting dates. Then I can have more breaks. And why are you in my bed?"
Michael always had a habit of using his bed like a couch. He didn't mind since his longer work hours have been keeping him in his office because of the inexperienced employees. He was worried that Michael would be bored by himself but then again, he was like any other teenage boy. Kinda.
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Post by Michael Wang on Apr 17, 2011 19:50:19 GMT
Just Kinda.
"Maybe you could marry a rich one." He teased. "Then I would have a mother I could bother candy out of."
Michael never really thought things through. Unless, of course, it was actually something he wanted to. Having a 'mother' would equal hell for him, really. Aniki just never seemed the sort of person to equal up to anyone. He was just Aniki. And Aniki was Aniki.
"Never mind. Girls are whiny." He slipped off the bed and walked to the fridge. "I brought fruit home, by the way. I'm not sure if it's poisonous or not; I found it in the forest."
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Post by Yao Wang on Apr 18, 2011 2:50:20 GMT
Yao's blushes, not really acting his age, "M-marry?! Aiyah, I'm still too young for that! And what have I told you about stereotyping women?"
He crosses his arms sternly, not liking his theory about women in general. Yao was in his late 20s but he was still a young person at heart. While both genders demanded respect of the other, his love life was anything but there. Yao was also oblivious. Very oblivious.
Yao blinks, 'fruit?'
"Read the plant book before you eat it and I'll ask someone just in case,"
They both got sick last time they forgot to check the fruit from the forest. Yao agreed that it wasn't fun at all.
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Post by Michael Wang on Apr 18, 2011 18:52:55 GMT
"To do so wisely." He smirked, "And not too young, to old."
It was rare Michael was ever so formal with his older brother. He looked to him as more of a professor than anything, but that could never keep Michael from having a little fun. "I did. It said that it could kill you through increased external contact. Physical, of course."
"In other words, I wouldn't be holding onto that if I were you."
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Post by Yao Wang on Apr 19, 2011 19:08:33 GMT
"I don't think that is a wise stereoty--...I am not that old!" He replied comically, flustered at him. "Only 28 years old! That's not old at all! Still young! Shang is so mean..."
Yao then blinks when he hears Shang's words about the fruit. And slowly he looks down on it, as if believing him. "K-kill through physical m-means?" He then drops the fruit and faints. (Pretending of course.)
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Post by Michael Wang on Apr 20, 2011 22:24:36 GMT
" When I come home, my wife pretends to be dead!" Michael sang as he made his way over to his older brother (taking his time, as to be expected). He smiled, just a tad, before pulling on his Aniki's hair. " There's blood everywhere...see, if a stranger was here he might faint at the sight." Michael sang along to the classic lyrics before grabbing the fruit, " I smile and, still looking down, my wife seems satisfied. Is that my neighbor's fake bloody knife she's borrowed?" " She goes 'eh-heh-heh' and I wonder what sort of death she'll have tomorrow." He took a bite out of the fruit before returning to his 'wife's' bed, lazily falling back on it, fruit now his to snack on as he hummed the remainder of the tune. [because hatsume miku totally survived the end of the world: www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcP9HSa9lk4] |
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Post by Yao Wang on Apr 22, 2011 22:51:07 GMT
'Of course he wasn't going to have much of an reaction,' He thought, trying to be still, 'Or I probably just failed that hes singing that for his own enjoyme--...WIFE?!'
Yao sits up, surprised, "What do you mean wife? I'm a man, you know that... and my bed....Anyways, you had dinner yet?"
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Post by Michael Wang on Apr 22, 2011 22:55:39 GMT
Michael smirked and layed back, tired. He had spent the entire day running around, buying things, borrowing things, stealing things people said wouldn't for sale...but nonetheless worn.
"Dinner...nope." He sighed and took another bite of fruit, the juice dripping down and collecting at his chin. "Mmm, Aniki. Napkin?"
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Post by Yao Wang on Apr 23, 2011 22:31:13 GMT
"Be careful not to drip any on my bed, I washed them a few days ago..." Obliges and goes to hand him a napkin and going to the kitchen, looking over the stuff in there "Anything you prefer?"
Yao wondered what Shang did today as he took out some vegetables. A thought popped into his head, 'I hope he didn't get into trouble now...'
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Post by Michael Wang on Apr 23, 2011 22:40:26 GMT
Michael took a minute to clean himself up. He loved fruit, just enough to forget all manners when eating it.
"As long as you make it, I'll eat it.", and it was true.
Aniki's food was the best, Michael, more than anyone else, would know. "I brought more fruit and things home as well." He hopped off the bed before joining him in the side kitchen.
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Post by Yao Wang on Apr 23, 2011 23:03:56 GMT
"Okay." Yao replied, "We'll have the fruit for the after meal too. What else did you get?"
He cleans the cabbage and starts chopping it into small pieces. It is going to be cooking in a light saute with oyster sauce on top. The rest of his makeshift menu for dinner consisted of curry chicken, rice, eggs missed with chives, and if he had some extra time, he would prepare bao (meat buns) for tomorrows dinner.
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Post by Michael Wang on Apr 23, 2011 23:08:18 GMT
"Stuff." He answered before sneaking up behind his brother, going to steal piece of cabbage before retreating to the bed.
Michael nibbled on the piece before looking up,"Ah, Aniki. There's someone at the door."
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Post by Yao Wang on Apr 23, 2011 23:38:52 GMT
"What kind of stu--..Aiyah! No taking things before dinner!" Yao waves his knife semi-threateningly at him, as if Michael did it all the time. "You should help instead of laying in my bed for most of the day."
He takes out the chicken and lightly marinates it before walking out to Shang, after hearing what he wanted, wiping his hands on his Hello Kitty apron. Yao blinks, there are rarely visitors in his household. Unless it was his family coming to annoy him again.
"..I didn't hear the door though Shang," He opens the door.
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Post by Michael Wang on Apr 24, 2011 0:00:49 GMT
If you knew Michael well, you'd know he was lazy. If you knew Michael really well, you'd know only half of the previous statement was true.
Without a second wasted, Michael was up and in the kitchen. He knew every place in the room where a creak or some sort of floor board would tilt if you walked across it. He silently snatched up another round of samplings from his brother's work and blew on the steaming hot cabbage. "Oh, never mind then."
By the time Yao could have realized there was never anyone at the door, Michael was already back his brother's bed, winnings in hand.
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Post by Yao Wang on Apr 24, 2011 1:09:25 GMT
He looks out one last time before closing the door, somewhat annoyed, "Aiyah...there was no one here. I knew I wasn't going crazy...,"
He walked back to the kitchen without knowing what that Shang did. But Yao did have a feeling that he got hoodwinked though. Granted it wasn't the first time that he felt it. This was one of those times where he can prove (or not prove) that Shang really was really from a ninja clan.
He takes the pork out and marinates it for the night for tomorrows dinner before cooking the rest. Once he is satisfied with his cooking, he plates them and put them on the table. "Shang, Set the table please,"
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