Who: Suzaku, Shuuichi
When: After work/School. Early evening last week
Where: Katsu Apartment Elevators
Summary: Boys are trapped for a short time in the elevator.
Warnings: Suzaku's temper tantrums?
It was another wintry afternoon, the chilly air compelled any wandering soul into the safety of a building. The steel hue of the sky, promising a storm, he could read it as a book. Basically, the humidity playing tricks to his hair evidenced, though no one needed to know that. The redhead chuckled softly at the idea as he unlocked the door of the lobby. Yachiru was probably busy with her art, no need to bother her. After closing the door, he paced toward the elevators.
Suzaku was coming back in from a meeting with his father that morning. Briefcase in tow he stepped after the redhead, giving him no mind at first as he stepped into the boxlike structure, moving to the side. The weather had been favorable enough, at least it hadn't rained. Though Suzaku preferred Summer...a good thunderstorm was best enjoyed where he could see others being bothered by it.
His eyes glanced aside to the new figure, without turning his head. It was the new inhabitant of the building, through journal entries; it was enough to obtain some hints of his personality. But he would be reserved about it. He pressed the button to the fourth floor, no need to be obnoxious toward the other. "Floor?"
"5th floor. Please." the last added as if in afterthought, not really from actual use of manners or decorum. A light golden hand rose, sifting through his golden locks, shifting them away form his ruby shaded bangs, which forever framed that seemingly angelic face.
He pressed the button and took a step back, lazily staring at the glass coated with a thin layer of snowy crystals. Almost acting as a mirror, he could see fragmented reflections of the other. It was enough to perceive his features were deceiving. The elevator was sunken in silence, and none of them seemed to be willing otherwise.
The elevator started upwards from the ground level with a groan and Suzaku stepped back, keeping the briefcase, but shifting it to his opposite hand to relieve some stress. It held his papers, new notations from his father, and a bag of treats for Murugu.
The elevator rose smoothly up to the third floor, but before reaching the fourth one, the lights flickered off, freezing the motion. The situation was pretty evident...
Suzaku leaned forward, slender hand sliding over the buttons. Up was pushed. The elevator did not move. That angelic face broke into a slightly more irritated look then. "If this is because of the storm...perfect. Just perfect."
His gaze locked in the window and outside, yes...the weather had promised it. "I believe we can only call the (insert word for the guy who keeps the building) and wait. Considering the situation... it does not seem it will be solved instantly," he replied to Suzaku's frustrated words. This was going to test their nerves and patience...
He flipped his smart little red cell phone out and immediately had Maintenance dialed. Explaining the problem curtly, demanding a solution for it be found post haste. A frown touched his lips as he was told it would take awhile for someone to be able to come and fix it, and to please wait patiently. Snarling, Suzaku flipped the phone closed mid sentence.
He could hear the smothered voice as a blabber in
Suzaku's cell phone, but it was clear he had hanged before the man could finish talking." It would not surprise me if they now take longer ..." he remarked serenely, facing the window. It was certain they had to solve the problem, but that attitude of the other was uncalled.
"The longer they take the less they'll be paid by their next paycheck." he replied calmly, letting his eyes slide over the other coolly. Who was this guy to try and chastise him with his snide little comments?
"People rarely think in the consequences when angered, it is natural," his calm musing matched Suzaku's voice. He could see the young businessman clad in a suit with papers. He could tell Suzaku was well-off by merely glancing at the Rolex in his wrist, peering under the shirt. Those thieves’ skills to visualize the victim were never lost... But that was the past, he reminded himself, bringing a slight pout out of reflex, drawing a curtain of velvety red over his eyes.
Yes...the young man all but screamed his wealth with his tailored suit, the expensive Rolex, the well-made briefcase. A rich brat. Those light lilac eyes slid over Shuuichi once more, brow arching lightly. He felt...it prudent to make some form of conversation...if only to relieve his own burden.
"Who are you?" he asked; voice slightly...softer.
He glanced over his shoulder, looking into the other's eyes as he introduced himself. The first reaction when meeting someone was almost transparent in each one's gaze. And he wasn't planning to miss this one. "Minamino Shuuichi, pleased to meet you." Vivid green eyes matching the depths of an emerald arched softly in the ghost of a smile. It was decorum... and the 'first impression'.
"Mm. Nakashima Suzaku. Pleasure is all mine." he murmured, letting a soft smile touch his lips. A smile that was...quite lovely...if hollow. It meant nothing beyond an expression that was the opposite of annoyance.
Shuuichi acknowledged him with a nod. He could see the smile, but he could not feel it. Even marble statues held more warmth than Suzaku's smile. Outside the snow was gently falling in a silent curtain, compelling the glass to grow tarnished the more they spent. Minutes passed heavily and silenced had claimed the room. "This silence reminds me of a crypt, they will probably think we died," he grinned at their luck.
"Let them think that. The longer they fail to arrive the more jobs will be on the line." he replied with a light chuckle, a wholly different smile touching to his lips at this. That at least could cheer him up.
It was malice, and the expression coating Suzaku's purple eyes made them resemble a couple of venomous potions. "With the weather, it could probably be a general blackout. ..Just look at the street." And a large potion of the city seemed to have lost that luster, even if it wasn't evening yet, the difference was notable. No.. Suzaku wasn't just angry; he wanted to amuse himself as the employees were fired. His words made him recall that entry in the journal, as if pricking his memory. That woman who had been fired, it was Suzaku's cruel entertainment. Attitudes like those, oppression from the stronger ones.
Of course he had hit it in the journal...minimally.
Enough that only those of intelligence would read into his cruel amusement of the woman's loss of her job. But here...why hide it? Suzaku felt he had nothing to fear from this. "The snow likely won't stick once it hits the ground." he murmured coolly.
"Snow coating the landscape is a beautiful sight... yet so depraved of life, especially in the city." The more time passed, headier became the scents in the small elevator. Roses and some expensive fragrance. Suzaku was cruel... denying his own cruel streak would be hypocritical. That was why a part of him didn't despise Suzaku with passion, while another abhorred abusive behaviors.
He wasn't outwardly abusive, oh no. He much preferred subtleties...but even in that he never hid what he was. Only from one person so far, but that person didn't seem capable of seeing him as he was. But that was an amusing game. Suzaku liked games after all. What else could the rich do but find pawns to play with?
Once more he felt the air around them grow dense, Suzaku's silence as if this was his time to say something. Just by glancing at the other again, he noticed the bag with seeds? He recalled reading something about a bird; grains were a vital part of plants, his forte. And considering the size of the seeds and type... "I wonder what sort of exotic bird you possess." A rich individual, probably some species from Central America or Indonesia.
Surprise before he glanced over the other. Thoughtfully watching him. "She's a Hyacinth Macaw." he replied after a moment, the faintest of grins gracing his lips. Rare birds, quite expensive. Intelligent, demanding....quite energetic pets.
"The largest flying parrot..." and with the average price of a million yen... almost like a modern art piece . His thoughts seemed to sneer at him for a second. "An unique acquisition... and a beautiful animal."
"She is...quite intelligent, capable of conversation from all she's learned and seen." he replied, if a touch proudly. He had trained the bird himself, one of the few things he cared for...if in his own way.
"...My apologies... but apparently ...you regard her higher than anyone I have seen you interact with." The maintenance employees, people over the journal comments, and him.
"Why shouldn't I?" Some people honestly took to
animals over people...and though Suzaku was definitely not an animal lover...he did care for his bird.
"That is a simple question... with a complex reply," he trailed off mysteriously. "After all... humans are animals in heart and soul."
"No. It's a rather basic question with a rather basic answer. Humans are animals but also higher up on the chain. And what's wrong with imagining people as nothing but animals?" he asked with a charismatic smile. "It suits some people so much more than thinking of them as people."
"It is not wrong, Nakamura-san," verdant orbs slid sideward, staring at Suzaku. "I sometimes feel that way ... but it is only the human mind the one creating the idea of superiority.... However, both deserve respect. Animals, and naturally humans." Their views might mesh at one point, but Suzaku didn't seem like one who respected.
Suzaku had no respect for anything. Save himself, and his father. He had been raised form a young age to take what he wanted for himself by any means. Like his father would take over a corporation by either buying out or destroying from the ground up...so would Suzaku approach people.
At that extent he failed to obtain a clear idea of how this individual regarded him. Their ways had been forced together by an unexpected event, where the situation and the encounter were inevitable. They were different, but in the past they could have been similar. Forced conversations ... One of his hands rose, sliding through his lustrous crimson locks, taming them, humidity could result so uncomfortable.
Still no response, and Suzaku was tempted to call them back, but instead refrained in that quiet sort of fury. If he called it would likely take longer due to his temperament.
He folded his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall. His gaze fixed on the floor, submerged in his own silence. Nakamura was also silent, but not as relaxed as he was. The elevator shook softly as the lights flickered on again.
Suzaku was rarely relaxed, and as such felt he had no reason to be. The other was merely a fellow student, someone e hadn't paid attention to yet. Certainly not a predator such as himself. At the flickering lights he looked up, the shaking elevator making him reach back, grab onto the handrail. "Finally..." he breathed in a soft snarl
A soft smile grazed through his lips, satisfied they were now free. In the brief time they had remained together in the forced situation. Suzaku's silence evidenced the little interest the other fell upon him. But he hoped it had been enough to tacitly warn the other he was not a prey, and keep a barrier of silent respect. Somehow, he didn't dislike Suzaku, it was that faint form of viciousness in his
speech and demeanor ... "Fourth floor..."
Everyone was prey to Suzaku. Even Sasori...the only one at the moment whom Suzaku could identify as anywhere near a friend. Everyone else was fair game on some level or another. However...this one intrigued him well enough...excited a portion of his interest. </font>
The four behind the button lit indicating they had arrived to the desired level, and the doors slid open with a soft humming. "Oyasumi nasai," he mused as he stepped out of the elevator. It had grown darker earlier than usual, twilight several hours before.
Oyasumi nasai." he murmured as well in that equally polite tone, in that manner that seemed so gentle...until one looked at his eyes. He didn't mean it; he never meant a nice thing he said without good reason.
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