An Inappropriate Attraction [Kira, Ki, & Open?]

ooc: Your post is perfect. ;D

Here is Ki's outfit for this post! i49.tinypic.com/hwwf4n.jpg

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Boy, did Ki hate this place. It didn't matter how many times he came here, nor with who. It also didn't matter that this place had everything he could ever dream of owning--especially because the likelihood was that he'd never actually be able to own any of those things anyway. The Capitol was just full of snobby, rich people who go their pleasure out of ruining the lives of others. He'd never belong here. Ever.

Which was why he always felt a vague annoyance whenever he had to come here. Well, sometimes--if he didn't think about it too much--he could wander around here for some thinking time. But generally, being in the Capitol gave him a disturbing feeling, and he disliked it greatly.

Today, he and his brother had been making the rounds. He'd picked up a birthday present for their friend Katsuo, and his gift to Katsuo was actually an entire makeup kit, complete with a book on how to apply certain types of makeup styles. Katsuo was already good at creating the perfect "feminine" look for some of their night ventures, but Ki thought this gift would not only make a good gag gift, but also give Katsuo some techniques to vary his female counterpart.

Katsuo will probably hate me after this, Ki had thought to himself, laughing inwardly, as he had taken the items.

At this point, he and Naoki had been taking a break. They'd run into quite a few people already that Ki had wanted desperately to punch in the face. The kind of jerks he expected to live in such a privileged place. People who wouldn't know common courtesy if it slapped them in the face.

Lost in thought about how much he disliked the Capitol, Ki almost hadn't realized his brother had stopped in front of some kind of hair specialist shop. Turning around, Ki absentmindedly looked up, expecting to see Naoki tying his shoelaces or something. But instead, he was brought right back to his consciousness, as he was greeted by the sight of his older brother donning what had to be the ugliest wig in history. The wig was only made uglier by the look on Naoki's face.

Ki burst out laughing.

"Oh ho ho! Look at me! I'm God's gift to mankind! I'm a Capitolizer! Capital C, Capital me, ho ho ho."

Ki put a fist to his mouth to stifle his laughter. Oh gosh...what the hell was his brother doing?

"I don't know him," Ki announced to the people walking by, a big grin spreading across his face as one lady passed by, looking with horror at Naoki in the wig. Ki had to choke back more laughter. Of course he didn't give a damn what these people thought about him or Naoki. In fact, he found the whole situation very funny, and thought it would be even funnier to annoy the people around them by including them in the fun.

"You know, you look absolutely stunning, Naoki," Ki continued, speaking fairly loudly. "Just as I would expect a true Capitolite to look--"

He would have kept going, but suddenly the wig had fallen from his brother's hands. The smile on Ki's face slowly dissolved, as he watched his brother's own expression change to one of semi-shock. What was going on?

"Ki...." Naoki didn't take his eyes off her. "I think I actually found God's gift to mankind...."

Ki's brow furrowed. He was confused. He spun around to see what exactly Naoki was talking about.

And that was when he saw her as well. A tall, thin, very pretty blonde girl, walking right towards them. Something about her made it seem like her entire body was shining. If that made any sense at all... But despite her outwardly appealing appearance, Ki was sure she was just like the rest of the Capitol people.

She must be one of them, he thought to himself.

He frowned.

Walking over to Naoki, he rested an elbow on his brother's shoulder. "God's gift to mankind wouldn't be a Capitolite."

After the look he'd seen in his brother's eyes, he knew nothing he could say could change Naoki's mind. Naoki obviously already liked the girl. But that didn't mean Ki had to like her too. In fact, he already disliked her. One, for being a Capitolite (which, he was sure she was, even if he hadn't exactly met her yet) and two, for bewitching his brother before they'd even had a chance to speak.

Feeling a tad more bold and a tad more annoyed than usual, Ki casually stuck out his foot as the girl was walking by, in order to trip her.

ooc: Um, Ki usually isn't this mean, so I promise there will be a good reason for this!!! m(_ _)m So sorry he's so mean to your character already, Becca! >,<

ooc: Great posts! Kira is full of so much win! XD

Naoki was only vaguely aware of his brother coming over to rest an elbow on his shoulder. "God's gift to mankind wouldn't be a Capitolite."

The words were just as lost to him.

Naoki really did hate Capitolites. He hated most Upper District people that he'd met, and he especially hated District 9 people, even if they didn't possess the same extreme level of wealth as the people who lived in this area. And though Naoki got the feeling the girl he was watching was probably very much like her fellow Capitolites....well..........he couldn't help it. He felt all over the place.

And the fact that she seemed to be approaching him and his brother....that seemed too much. Naoki couldn't seem to think properly. He hated that girls had that much power over him, but in his case, it was a fact. In this particular case, it was most definitely a fact. Most beautiful girls he'd seen.....he had no problem talking to them, whether they were snobby or otherwise. This beautiful girl........he couldn't even begin to imagine what he would say to someone like her. The pauper versus princess comparison was finally beginning to weigh down on him. He didn't even feel like he could pretend he was something other than what he was.

But then the unthinkable happened. She....waved to him?

Naoki shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. That didn't seem possible. Had she really waved?

As if to confirm that she had, suddenly the girl smiled, almost coyly, and winked. And this time, Naoki knew it had been aimed at him. It felt like his heart had dropped into his stomach. Did he really have so much luck that a Capitolite girl was paying him any kind of attention?

That was when she fell.

Naoki hadn't even seen his brother stick out the culprit, his foot. He just saw the beautiful girl go down hard. And given the distance between the two of them, even though he dived forward, he wasn't able to catch her on time.

Damn, he thought to himself.

"What are you doing?!" The Capitolite girl's attitude had changed almost as quickly as she had fallen. Her smile had been replaced with something of a fierce look, and she'd devoted her attention to, ironically enough, not Naoki, but his little brother.

Surprised by her words, Naoki looked at his brother. What was going on? Why was she yelling at Ki? Not wanting to take his attention from the girl, who was still quite pretty even in her surprising fit of rage, Naoki leaned in and whispered into Ki's ear, "What's going on?"

As if aware that she was being spoken about, the girl turned her attention back to Naoki. He straightened up again and cleared his throat. She was smiling at him once more.

"Hello there, you probably want to pick that up before they kick you out."

It took a moment for Naoki to realize she'd meant the wig he'd dropped earlier. He looked down at it and nodded, bending down to pick it up and put it back where it had first rested. He wondered if she'd seen him wearing the dumb thing earlier. That must have been attractive....

"And maybe even put that on a leash so the dog catcher doesn't take him to the pound." The girl was pointing to Ki all over again.

Naoki scratched his head. Suddenly, the girl was back to yelling at his brother. What the hell was going on again?

"This is my turf, and my building," Kira said as she took a step toward the guy twirling her finger around the frame of the building, "I wouldn't be so cocky." Kira said with a sneer and realizing that she was a good bit taler than him, "It wouldn't be smart. . . wait I should have known, you have no brain to be smart!" satisfied with her responce, she looked down at her clothing.

He had hit her hard with that comment, she spent time daily to make sure her wardrobe was perfection incarnent, but she wouldn't let him see that he had hit home. Instead she held her ground and smugly stated, "I know that you want this, but sorry I don't date a**holes like you!"

At this point, she flicked her eyes over to the older guy standing next to the a** who she was fighting. He had something that softened her rage a bit, but she couldn't put her finger on what that was. She smiled a light smile, one she didn't use for simply flirting, but more for actually caring for someone. "Hi, I er I"m--I'm Kira," She finally stuttered out trying to maintain her diginty at least a little. Her anger had suddenly disipated stairred at this new guy.

"Look, I really hate you," Kira said turning back to the first guy, the one who tripped her, the one who said she had done him wrong the second she was born. "But honestly, before I send Peace Keppers to come for you I'd like to know your name." This time she smiled a triumphant smile. She could tell this would hit home, like the comment her clothing hit home.

She was bluffing however, because she like the mysterious older guy he was with. That wasn't an important detail at this point, "So do you have one, or is it A** hole like I expect it to be?"

She sighed and looked down at her shoes. The heels, solid gold and diamonds in a strappy design. That's when she saw that the very top, right by where her toes ended, there was a scuff. "You scuffed my shoe?!" She said carefully, then the full extent of it hit her, her perfect outfit had been ruined, "YOU SCUFFED MY SHOES!!!!" She screatched.

"EVERYONE OUT!" She yelled, opening the door of the salon and watching people questioningly look at the stylists before leaving. "Not you two!" Kira growled and glairred at the guy who tripped her. She the pulled off the shoes, and handed one of them to the stylist who did her hair, "Get it out, NOW!"

He scurried away, "Did you think I was kidding that I owned this place?" She was a few inches shorter now, but still a couple inches taller than the culprit. She got right in his face now, moving her face inches from his, "If those shoes don't come clean, even a little, it'll be you death!" Her voice rumbled now, in a tone that meant she meant business.

She was aggrevated now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, she was mad. She walked away, her feet feeling the cold tile undderneath her toes, until she sat in one of the stylist's chairs. After taking a deep breath she turned the chair in circles, smiling a bit at the innocence of it.

"So, do you have a name? Don't worry, I won't call the Peace Keepers on you," Kira said to the other guy, the one who made her actually calm down, at least a little.

Kira then fixed her hair, making sure it flowed gently around her shoulders. she pulled her purse off her shoulders, and found a lip gloss container, applied her usual amount, and returned it to its place. She then turned back to the guy awaiting a responce.

OOC: Sorry it's a little short and I wasn't reffering to your race with the english comment but that was an awesome connection!!

"This is my turf, and my building. I wouldn't be so c*cky." Kira said with a sneer and realizing that she was a good bit taller than him, "It wouldn't be smart. . . wait I should have known, you have no brain to be smart!" satisfied with her response.

Ki just glared at her, watching as she sized him up, probably thinking she could use her height to her advantage. Well, he wasn't afraid of her. "You're turf?" Ki sneered at her. "You would own that ugly wig Naoki was trying on, wouldn't you? Matches your personality." He decided to ignore her other comment, watching with a slight feeling of righteousness as his words regarding her choice of clothes seemed to hit home.

At least, it seemed that way for a moment, before she smiled at him smugly and said, "I know that you want this, but sorry I don't date a**holes like you!"

Ki had not been expecting this comment, and he stood there for a second, before making a gagging sound and sticking his finger in his mouth. The thought of this girl seriously disgusted him, though he should have expected her to say something like that. Ugly whore, full of herself like most of the girls here, Ki thought bitterly. What the hell did Naoki see in her? What did she even see in herself?

Unfortunately, the girl did not see Ki's reaction to her comment, as her eyes had returned to his brother. Ki was sent into another gagging fit, as she actually smiled at Naoki.

"Hi, I er I"m--I'm Kira," She finally stuttered out trying to maintain her diginty at least a little. Her anger had suddenly disipated stairred at this new guy.

Ki looked at his brother and groaned. Naoki had that gaga look on his face again. Gosh, he was such a player.

"Nice to.....meet you," he said softly. "Could I....?"

"Look, I really hate you," Kira said turning back to the first guy, the one who tripped her, the one who said she had done him wrong the second she was born. "But honestly, before I send Peace Keepers to come for you I'd like to know your name."

Ki froze. There was a huge smile on her face, as if she knew he didn't belong here--as if she knew Peacekeepers, to him, were a massive threat. Frowning, he stared at her, contemplating the situation. He hadn't done much, only tripped her. Would Peacekeepers really give a crap about something as small as that?

Maybe, Ki thought. If only because this girl will talk their ears off if they don't do something about it.

Before he could actually answer what she'd asked him, the girl continued. "So do you have one, or is it A** hole like I expect it to be?"

Well, even if she was going to call Peacekeepers on them, Ki knew he and Naoki could take her--enough to escape before the Peacekeepers actually arrived. Well, that was assuming Naoki would actually want to leave.

"Oh, how original," Ki responded to her, rolling his eyes. "Yes, a*sshole it is. And did you know that in Japanese, the name "Kira" can have the negative connotation of kille--"

"YOU SCUFFED MY SHOES!!!!" She screeched.

Despite his usual ability to remain cool, Ki actually jumped at the sound of the girl's voice. He hadn't expected her sudden yell, and he certainly hadn't expected what it was over. He looked up at the girl with confusion and surprise, cringing when she continued to yell.

"EVERYONE OUT!" She yelled, opening the door of the salon and watching people questioningly look at the stylists before leaving.

Ki felt a hand on his arm and realized his brother was pulling him away. Had that "everyone out" been directed at them too?

"Not you two!"

Obviously not.

"Okay," Naoki said from beside him, and Ki could sense his confusion. That was okay. Ki was pretty confused too. Although he was becoming increasingly more and more annoyed. Was this girl--Kira--seriously making this big a fuss over a tiny mark on her shoe? If he or anyone else he lived with--including his only girl companion, Nozomi--ever made a complaint over such a minor thing, they'd never hear the end of it in their home. All of their shoes were scuffed, and undoubtedly in multiple places too. Kira was as shallow as he expected...

"Did you think I was kidding that I owned this place?" She was a few inches shorter now, but still a couple inches taller than the culprit. She got right in his face now, moving her face inches from his, "If those shoes don't come clean, even a little, it'll be you death!" Her voice rumbled now, in a tone that meant she meant business.

Ki just stared back at her with equal anger. He had to admit she was intimidating, for a girl, but that was more because she had a nasty temper and the money and influence to back it. He wasn't very concerned about his own life, because he still believed if he was forced to, he could take her, but that still didn't change the fact that she was making death threats over a scuffed shoe.

Beside him, his brother seemed so confused. Naoki shook his head. "We didn't think....you were kidding." He leaned into his brother again, this time more forcefully. "Ki, what is going on? What happened?"

Again, Ki didn't answer. He watched as the girl walked away, sitting down in a stylist chair and spinning in it. She did this for a moment, with Ki and Naoki watching--probably enjoying the attention--before she smiled at Naoki again. Ki's hands balling into fists.

"So, do you have a name? Don't worry, I won't call the Peace Keepers on you," Kira said to the other guy, the one who made her actually calm down, at least a little.

Ki was going to nudge Naoki to tell him not to say a damn thing, but Naoki had already begun to answer.

"Uhhhh, I'm...." There's no going back on this once you say it, his mind taunted him. "...Kyou. And this is my brother, Hiroshi."

Ki froze, his elbow in mid-nudging position. Kyou, and Hiroshi? Boy, Naoki was quick about coming up with names. Ki hadn't even thought Naoki had the thinking-capacity left to even do such a thing. As with their usual ventures, they were changing names. Gotta remember, I'm Hiroshi now, Ki thought to himself.

At this point, Kira had begun to fix her hair and makeup. Ki stared at her in disgust and disbelief. He felt pretty confident that even he, a guy, looked better in drag then she looked with all that makeup on. He folded his arms. "Are you seriously gonna sit there and put on makeup in front of us, you dumb broad?"

"So, can I just ask.......what just happened?"

There was a pause. Ki didn't look at Naoki. Instead he looked away from both of them. "She was too busy flirting with you and every other guy on the street to see what was right in front of her, that's what happened."

OOC: Great posts, guys! I hope mine can do yours' some justice! And so sorry, Becca! I thought you were referring to his race, but I'm glad it worked out! XD

ooc: I actually did slip up by using Ki's real name in the post, but I guess it worked out well I'm so sorry that the post isn't so good--I keep having to respond SO late, so my writing is terrible...

"She was too busy flirting with you and every other guy on the street to see what was right in front of her, that's what happened." That was from Ki.

Naoki gave him a sideways look, that, if interpreted correctly, should have projected, "What the hell are you doing"-type rays Ki's way. Besides, he was at the point of convincing himself that Kira had every right in the world to flirt with whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted. As if hearing his thoughts, Kira started speaking again.

"Kyou, that's a cute name." She looked gorgeous flipping her hair like that. Naoki just wanted to sigh, but he could tell that his brother was already a little frustrated with him. But he stopped being smitten when Kira made a retort to some comment Ki must have obviously made. "Honestly I don't care what my name means in Japanesse, because I'm not cheap foreign help like you are!"

Naoki blinked. Oh....oh yeah, they would be foreigners then, wouldn't they? There weren't many Japanese natives in these parts, from what he'd seen. That is, aside from the people he lived with--but they weren't Capitolites. They were fellow runaways.

"And I am not a dumb broad, I am at the top of my class at the University. I am actually studying to be a vetrinary technition instead of spending my time being a pick pocket like you. No offense." Then she mentioned the wig, but Naoki ignored the comment.

Instead, he cringed. Low blow, Kira, low blow, Naoki couldn't help thinking. But more than that.... "Pick pockets...? Why do you think we're pick pockets? I'm pretty sure that sort don't come around these parts....it'd probably mean bad things for them."

It was around that time that the man who'd left with Kira's shoes came back, holding a pair that looked almost entirely brand new in his arms. It made Naoki look down at his own shoes. They weren't exactly old, but they definitely weren't new either.

But there was something else bothering him.

Naoki actually strongly pitied the man who came in carrying Kira's shoes. He recognized the type immediately by his entirely submissive, obedient, and.....speechless ways. An Avox, no doubt. He actually had to to look away from the sight. He knew deep down, that pretend though he might that he could blend in with just about anyone in the Capitol or the surrounding 12 Districts, he was actually a Wanderer. A Runaway. A......rebel...of sorts. If he and Ki weren't more careful about things, they both had a good chance of becoming the old man in front of them.

And Naoki knew, if he and Ki did anything wrong, likely the rest of their Wanderer "family" would end up the same way too.

Naoki found himself unable to meet Kira's eyes, at that moment. Beautiful and intriguing as she was, it was because of people like her that he and his brother were forced to live the lifestyle they did. Granted, it wasn't her fault in particular, but seeing as she owned an Avox of her own.....

Naoki tried to clear his thoughts.

"Thank you Kinther." Kira looked really content with the old man's work, then turned to address Naoki and his brother again. "And don't worry. I am not going to turn either of you in to the Peace Keepers, because honestly, I never really liked those guys anyway."

Naoki couldn't help watching the older man leave the room, pondering what it would be like to be in his shoes, working for someone as beautiful--but obviously lethal--as Kira. Watching her strap her shoes back on, Naoki had weird thoughts going through his head. For one thing, at the moment, watching her doing that, he almost thought he wouldn't mind being her servant..............then he saw Ki's face, which still looked in apparent disgust of the girl and he remembered his feelings about the poor Avox and.....nah. Just....nah. He would never be able to do it.

"So uh--" Kira had finished with her shoes. "I am sorry for screaming like that, but calmly, can you tell me why IN THE. . . "

Naoki cringed again. Oh boy, something big was coming.

But Kira managed to relax. "Why you stuck your foot out to trip me?"

Naoki's thoughts seemed to come to a perfect end at Kira's words. His eyes widened as he grabbed his brother by the arm.

"Trip--Ki, you tripped her?"

Naoki realized his slip up right after the deed had already been done. He quickly pondered trying to correct himself, maybe calling Ki by the name he'd told Kira he had, but then refrained. Maybe she wouldn't notice....

"Yah well thats isn't a good enough reason for possibly hurting someone in my books," Kira said slightly ticked off at the responcce to why she was tripped. "It's people like you who make the Capitol hve the bad reputtion that it does. We aren't all pain loving people. Hell, I think that the Games are the dumbest things alive, though they do get to wear really beautiful outfits on the first day but that is besides the point."

This was neither the time nor the place to talk about the Games. She dispised them, but only because everyone was so into them. She was a trend setter and would NOT be caught followinng the fads of the other people. "My daddy is on the Game maker board, and all he ever talks about is the Games and it makes me sick! Kind of like Kinther, Avoxes, and anything like that."

Kira got up, and grabbed her purse. "So I am kind of hungry. You guys want to come with, what do you think Kyou? And of course. . . Hiroshi you . . . too." Kira almost had to force the last few word out but once she got them out she forced a smile at Hiroshi, whose name was now under speculation thanks to his flip-out, which wasn't real. She had seen his anger before, and that wasn't it. However, she wasn't about to try that until after they were not trying to kill eachother.

She looked at Hiroshi, or whatever his name was, and noticed the restrained face. He was weary of her inentions, and she could understand why. When she flipped out, llike she had earlier that day, people generally worried about her intentions. This time she really didn't think that she had any alterior motives this time, outside of maybe wanting Kyou to ask her out.

"This is a totally honest gesture of trying to put this behind us, fair enough?" Kira u ther hands up, and took a step back trying to prove she had nothing up her sleeves. For once, she didn't, but that wouldn't last long at all. She would surely do something to tick him off, but not yet, not now.

She then rose her eyebrow, and smirked, "So if your not pick pockets, why do you have that make-up in your possesion. And by the way, there are alot of pick pockets in the Capitol," Kira walked toward the door and opened it, held it open.

"Are you guys coming? My treat. . ." Kira put her voice in a sing- songy sarcastic voice.

OOC: Sorry it's short I kind of needed vocal responce.