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Inu-Yasha and Quatre Backdated 9/23
Quatre accidentally brushes against Inu-Yasha and gets a peek inside. Now he's determined to help.
It was Quatre's first time ever in a school cafeteria, company mess halls and such didn't count, this was the place he would be eating for his stay here because he was a part of it.
A part of a real school, no tutors and his classmates weren't his cousins.
He smiled when the man behind the counter handed him his tray of food and thanked him before going to find someplace to sit.
The whole plan was derailed, however, when Inu-yasha came around the corner and barreled into the new kid. He'd just been going back for more soda and hadn't been expecting some new guy to be just standing there -- swearing loudly in Japanese, he lost his cup, but reflexively righted the other boy's tray with an iron grip before any of it ended up on his tank top.
Golden eyes glared at Quatre from under silver hair (with matching dog ears, since everyone had seen them at the party he'd given up hiding them). "Watch where you're going," he growled, bumping the kid's shoulder gruffly as he pushed past him.
Quatre had been about to apologize when the white hairs boy steadied his tray and growled at him to watch where he was going, then brushed his forearm against Quatre's. His immediate thought was that he had regretted rolling up his long sleeves before he was gut punched with this awful feeling of being completely alone in the world.
He took a deep breath as the feeling slowly started to fade, little pieces of anger scattered about as well and he quickly turned to see the guy walking away. "Ah! Excuse me!"
Inu-yasha had snatched his fallen cup off the ground and wiped it inelegantly on his shirt before refilling it. He looked over his shoulder -- and down, damn, this blond kid was even shorter than Tommy - already glaring, expecting the rich boy to demand an apology or some shit. "What?"
Quatre had dropped his tray off on some random table to follow the other and when he turned around Quatre did his best not to look worried. "Are you alright?"
He realized that sounded odd on it's own so he improvised. "I'm sorry for bumping into you. Are you alright?"
"Huh?" Inu-yasha raised an eyebrow at the new kid. Was he seriously worried he'd manage to injure Inu-yasha with that bump? "M'fine, it was nothing." He kept going, heading toward his usual table at the back where he'd left his food.
Quatre worried at his bottom lip when the other didn't seem inclined to talk, but awful feeling of loneliness had almost made Quatre tear up so he wasn't about to give up.
He picked up his tray and cautiously brought it to the table the white haired boy had sat down at. He offered a friendly smile and motioned towards the empty seat in front of the other. "May I join you? I'm new."
Honestly, Inu-yasha was getting kind of used to this lunch room BS. Except... what about shoving the guy made him think they should be friends? He looked up at Quatre, openly perplexed, but said, "Fine, do what you want."
Quatre sat when he was given permission to and he fixed his tray, straightening the silverware and napkin that were provided. He sat there for a moment, not quiet sure how to approach the other before making himself just jump in. "My name is Quatre, what's yours?"
"Inu-yasha." And with that, he inelegantly stuffed several french fries in his mouth, eyes still on the new kid. Seriously, what was this kid thinking?
"It's nice to meet you." Quatre gave his friendliest smile and turned to look down at his own food, using his fork to poke at the jello. He instead at a small piece of his pizza before turn back to Inu-yasha. "I like your ears."
Inu-yasha eyed him suspiciously, but the kid seemed so... sincere. "They're ears," he groused, one ear flicking self-consciously. Deciding to try and go on the offensive, he pointed a fry at the kid. "You're another one of those friggin' rich kids, aren't you?"
Quatre looked at the fry pointed at him, but nodded to Inu-yasha's question. "I will admit to having money, yes. Is that a problem?"
"Usually is," Inu-yasha pointed out dryly, tossing the fry in his mouth. Rich people always thought they were better than everyone else, especially street trash like him.
"Oh." Quatre was a little disheartened to hear that, but it didn't deter him from his task. "Well, I hope it won't be a problem for us. I just got here yesterday, how long have you been here?"
Inu-yasha continued to be perplexed by the kid across from him. "You want a tour guide, get one of the other kids. I don't do that crap."
"Oh, no. I don't need a tour guide. I just thought it would be nice to get to know my classmates." Quatre tried smiling again, hoping Inu-Yasha would see he wasn't trying to get anything from him.
"Then go sit with the other kids," Inu-yasha replied roughly with a nod toward the other, busier tables. "Why're you so fixated on me anyway?" Maybe he was angling for some kind of protection? Kid didn't look like much, and nothing in his scent indicated any kind of enhanced physical traits, so he'd get crushed in a fight.
Quatre bit at his lip, knowing he should come clean about what he had felt from Inu-Yasha, but not wanting the other to get upset for him accidenlty using his powers on him. "Ah, well, you were sitting alone and it's always easier to talk to people one on one than in large groups, don't you think?"
That...was technically true.
Something about that didn't ring true to Inu-yasha, but he chalked it up to this kid's total lack of survival skills. Anyone with basic sense could guess that the last person you wanted to talk to was the one everyone else was avoiding. It was obvious, wasn't it? Inu-yasha eyed Quatre with a kind of disbelief. How soft could a person be? "You've never had to survive anything, have you?"
Quatre thought of the kidnapping a few years back and how he and his cousin had survived those men, though it had been unclear what the end game would have been if the ransom hadn't come through. Quatre bit at his lip and figured that wouldn't be good table conversation, so with a small shake of his he answered.
"No. Not really."
Inu-yasha rolled his eyes. Figured. "First rule is to stay out of the way of dangerous people," he told Quatre like he was dumb, spelling it out for him in a bored tone. "You see all these people avoiding me? Means you probably should too."
Quatre looked down at his food again, not wanting to leave someone who had feelings like Inu-Yasha just on his own. "Do you want me to avoid you?"
That surprised Inu-yasha, and he frowned, head tilting to one side.
"I don't care what you do," he replied, blunt but honest. Quatre didn't seem to pose any kind of physical threat to him, and seemed way too clueless to be up to anything. Why would he care? He raised an eyebrow at the kid. "Why d'you care what I want? You're better off with all the rest of them."
"Why wouldn't I care? You're feelings are just as important as mine." At the mention of feelings, Quatre tried to subtly roll his sleeves back down so that none of his skin was accessible.
That was such a bizarre thing to say that Inu-yasha actually stopped eating to gape at Quatre. Feelings? Was this kid for real? "Why the hell would anyone care about feelings?" he asked, sounding mildly horrified.
"Feelings are extremely important." Quatre insisted, looking down at his food so he wouldn't have to look at Inuyasha's expression. "It's vital to know how to process and deal with emotions and feelings so that you can be a healthy functioning person."
"Huh?" ...the actual fuck? Inu-yasha barely understood what he'd just said, but shook his head dismissively. "Baggage like that's a waste of energy. An' I function just fine without worryin' over emotions and shit." Still, kid was under his skin somehow. He glared and stuffed more fries in his mouth, trying to ignore it.
Quatre could very easily see why Inu-yasha felt alone now and wondered why the other had closed himself off so much towards others. He had read that many mutants with outward mutations tended to be looked down upon more than those who could easily pass for a regular human and maybe that was some of the problem with Inu-yasha.
"So, you never worry about emotions?" Quatre asked, no longer interested in his food as he laced his gloved fingers together and let them rest on the table. "I have to ask how you accomplish that. Because I am constantly worrying about emotions."
Inu-yasha snorted. "Emotions don't matter when you're scrounging for a meal or fighting to stay alive." Idiot.
Quatre bit at his bottom lip, careful not to show too muchconcern incase Inu-yasha took it as pity. "And you did that often?"
Inu-yasha glared at him. "Yeah. You gotta problem with that?"
"No. I believe fighting to stay alive is important as well." Which was the major rub with him and his father. Quatre was almost positive his father wouldn't recommend just laying down and dying, but if it came to actual fighting for survival, Quatre wasn't so sure. "In fact I think it's admirable."
Head actually tilting to the side, Inu-yasha only managed, "...you do?"
"I do not agree with fighting when talking could work or a peaceful agreement can be reached." Quatre paused, doing his best not to think of his father's disspointed look. "But, sometimes I believe that fighting can be needed and can prove very effective in helping towards a greater cause."
Quatre glanced up at Inu-yasha. "even though I don't like it, I admire those that can fight when it's called for."
Inu-yasha had propped an elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand, staring at Quatre in refreshed disbelief. "What greater cause? You fight 'cause you have to."
"In some instances yes." Quatre nodded, almost excited at the chance to have a conversation like this with someone who wasn't a complete pacifist like his father. "There are times where words can be used over violence."
Inu-yasha scowled, finding it very strange that someone was actually agreeing with him. "Yeah, I guess. Once everyone knows you're too strong to mess with, you can just threaten 'em." It had always worked for him, anyway.
"Well..." Quatre bit his bottom lip at that. "That's not exactly what I meant. I meant more, talk out differences so that two people or parties can come to an agreement instead of fighting."
"Using nicer words doesn't change the truth," Inu-yasha replied flatly, looking unimpressed. "Strong people crush weak people and take what they want, and weak people get out of the way or get crushed." He shook his head, going back to his food with a bored look. "If you've got enough money, yeah, maybe it's done with words instead of fists, but it's all the fuckin' same."
Quatre pursed his lips at what Inu-yasha's words, knowing that for many that was the case, even if Quatre didn't like it. "You don't believe anything can be accomplished without fighting? Surely there must be something that can be figured out without violence."
"What'm saying is, the world is a cold and ruthless place, and people are greedy and take what they want. No point pretending otherwise." Golden eyes locked on the Quatre's face, watching for his reaction.
Quatre felt awful at this and wanted to reach out again to make Inu-yasha feel at least some semblance of kindness or love, it was obvious the other needed it, but he kept his gloved hands to himself.
That was the wrong way to help.
"I'm afraid I don't completely agree, but I can't tell you that you are completely wrong either. Can we agree to disagree?"
"Huh?" Inu-yasha frowned, head falling to one side again. What a weird thing to say. "Think whatever you want, doesn't matter to me."
Quatre beamed at that, glad no one had to think the same way as the other in order to co-exist. "Thank you!"
Inu-yasha gaped at Quatre like he'd just insulted him. "What the hell for??"
"For letting me have my opinion." Quatre stated simply, unlacing his fingers and going back to investigating his food.
"Doesn't matter to me if you want to be an idiot," Inu-yasha replied, brow furrowing. Any idiot could have an opinion. "But whatever." He tossed his last fry in his mouth, pushing to his feet to put his tray away.
Quatre kept his mouth shut on Inu-yasha's words, the other obviously not wanting to talk about difference of opinion. Instead he nodded and decicded to finally take more of an interest in the food he had bought. "I hope I'll see you around."
Inu-yasha frowned but didn't reply. They lived in the same hall and shared a bathroom, of course they'd see each other. And seriously, what had he done to make this kid want to see him around anyway?
Whatever. He set off to go find a tree to nap in.
It was Quatre's first time ever in a school cafeteria, company mess halls and such didn't count, this was the place he would be eating for his stay here because he was a part of it.
A part of a real school, no tutors and his classmates weren't his cousins.
He smiled when the man behind the counter handed him his tray of food and thanked him before going to find someplace to sit.
The whole plan was derailed, however, when Inu-yasha came around the corner and barreled into the new kid. He'd just been going back for more soda and hadn't been expecting some new guy to be just standing there -- swearing loudly in Japanese, he lost his cup, but reflexively righted the other boy's tray with an iron grip before any of it ended up on his tank top.
Golden eyes glared at Quatre from under silver hair (with matching dog ears, since everyone had seen them at the party he'd given up hiding them). "Watch where you're going," he growled, bumping the kid's shoulder gruffly as he pushed past him.
Quatre had been about to apologize when the white hairs boy steadied his tray and growled at him to watch where he was going, then brushed his forearm against Quatre's. His immediate thought was that he had regretted rolling up his long sleeves before he was gut punched with this awful feeling of being completely alone in the world.
He took a deep breath as the feeling slowly started to fade, little pieces of anger scattered about as well and he quickly turned to see the guy walking away. "Ah! Excuse me!"
Inu-yasha had snatched his fallen cup off the ground and wiped it inelegantly on his shirt before refilling it. He looked over his shoulder -- and down, damn, this blond kid was even shorter than Tommy - already glaring, expecting the rich boy to demand an apology or some shit. "What?"
Quatre had dropped his tray off on some random table to follow the other and when he turned around Quatre did his best not to look worried. "Are you alright?"
He realized that sounded odd on it's own so he improvised. "I'm sorry for bumping into you. Are you alright?"
"Huh?" Inu-yasha raised an eyebrow at the new kid. Was he seriously worried he'd manage to injure Inu-yasha with that bump? "M'fine, it was nothing." He kept going, heading toward his usual table at the back where he'd left his food.
Quatre worried at his bottom lip when the other didn't seem inclined to talk, but awful feeling of loneliness had almost made Quatre tear up so he wasn't about to give up.
He picked up his tray and cautiously brought it to the table the white haired boy had sat down at. He offered a friendly smile and motioned towards the empty seat in front of the other. "May I join you? I'm new."
Honestly, Inu-yasha was getting kind of used to this lunch room BS. Except... what about shoving the guy made him think they should be friends? He looked up at Quatre, openly perplexed, but said, "Fine, do what you want."
Quatre sat when he was given permission to and he fixed his tray, straightening the silverware and napkin that were provided. He sat there for a moment, not quiet sure how to approach the other before making himself just jump in. "My name is Quatre, what's yours?"
"Inu-yasha." And with that, he inelegantly stuffed several french fries in his mouth, eyes still on the new kid. Seriously, what was this kid thinking?
"It's nice to meet you." Quatre gave his friendliest smile and turned to look down at his own food, using his fork to poke at the jello. He instead at a small piece of his pizza before turn back to Inu-yasha. "I like your ears."
Inu-yasha eyed him suspiciously, but the kid seemed so... sincere. "They're ears," he groused, one ear flicking self-consciously. Deciding to try and go on the offensive, he pointed a fry at the kid. "You're another one of those friggin' rich kids, aren't you?"
Quatre looked at the fry pointed at him, but nodded to Inu-yasha's question. "I will admit to having money, yes. Is that a problem?"
"Usually is," Inu-yasha pointed out dryly, tossing the fry in his mouth. Rich people always thought they were better than everyone else, especially street trash like him.
"Oh." Quatre was a little disheartened to hear that, but it didn't deter him from his task. "Well, I hope it won't be a problem for us. I just got here yesterday, how long have you been here?"
Inu-yasha continued to be perplexed by the kid across from him. "You want a tour guide, get one of the other kids. I don't do that crap."
"Oh, no. I don't need a tour guide. I just thought it would be nice to get to know my classmates." Quatre tried smiling again, hoping Inu-Yasha would see he wasn't trying to get anything from him.
"Then go sit with the other kids," Inu-yasha replied roughly with a nod toward the other, busier tables. "Why're you so fixated on me anyway?" Maybe he was angling for some kind of protection? Kid didn't look like much, and nothing in his scent indicated any kind of enhanced physical traits, so he'd get crushed in a fight.
Quatre bit at his lip, knowing he should come clean about what he had felt from Inu-Yasha, but not wanting the other to get upset for him accidenlty using his powers on him. "Ah, well, you were sitting alone and it's always easier to talk to people one on one than in large groups, don't you think?"
That...was technically true.
Something about that didn't ring true to Inu-yasha, but he chalked it up to this kid's total lack of survival skills. Anyone with basic sense could guess that the last person you wanted to talk to was the one everyone else was avoiding. It was obvious, wasn't it? Inu-yasha eyed Quatre with a kind of disbelief. How soft could a person be? "You've never had to survive anything, have you?"
Quatre thought of the kidnapping a few years back and how he and his cousin had survived those men, though it had been unclear what the end game would have been if the ransom hadn't come through. Quatre bit at his lip and figured that wouldn't be good table conversation, so with a small shake of his he answered.
"No. Not really."
Inu-yasha rolled his eyes. Figured. "First rule is to stay out of the way of dangerous people," he told Quatre like he was dumb, spelling it out for him in a bored tone. "You see all these people avoiding me? Means you probably should too."
Quatre looked down at his food again, not wanting to leave someone who had feelings like Inu-Yasha just on his own. "Do you want me to avoid you?"
That surprised Inu-yasha, and he frowned, head tilting to one side.
"I don't care what you do," he replied, blunt but honest. Quatre didn't seem to pose any kind of physical threat to him, and seemed way too clueless to be up to anything. Why would he care? He raised an eyebrow at the kid. "Why d'you care what I want? You're better off with all the rest of them."
"Why wouldn't I care? You're feelings are just as important as mine." At the mention of feelings, Quatre tried to subtly roll his sleeves back down so that none of his skin was accessible.
That was such a bizarre thing to say that Inu-yasha actually stopped eating to gape at Quatre. Feelings? Was this kid for real? "Why the hell would anyone care about feelings?" he asked, sounding mildly horrified.
"Feelings are extremely important." Quatre insisted, looking down at his food so he wouldn't have to look at Inuyasha's expression. "It's vital to know how to process and deal with emotions and feelings so that you can be a healthy functioning person."
"Huh?" ...the actual fuck? Inu-yasha barely understood what he'd just said, but shook his head dismissively. "Baggage like that's a waste of energy. An' I function just fine without worryin' over emotions and shit." Still, kid was under his skin somehow. He glared and stuffed more fries in his mouth, trying to ignore it.
Quatre could very easily see why Inu-yasha felt alone now and wondered why the other had closed himself off so much towards others. He had read that many mutants with outward mutations tended to be looked down upon more than those who could easily pass for a regular human and maybe that was some of the problem with Inu-yasha.
"So, you never worry about emotions?" Quatre asked, no longer interested in his food as he laced his gloved fingers together and let them rest on the table. "I have to ask how you accomplish that. Because I am constantly worrying about emotions."
Inu-yasha snorted. "Emotions don't matter when you're scrounging for a meal or fighting to stay alive." Idiot.
Quatre bit at his bottom lip, careful not to show too muchconcern incase Inu-yasha took it as pity. "And you did that often?"
Inu-yasha glared at him. "Yeah. You gotta problem with that?"
"No. I believe fighting to stay alive is important as well." Which was the major rub with him and his father. Quatre was almost positive his father wouldn't recommend just laying down and dying, but if it came to actual fighting for survival, Quatre wasn't so sure. "In fact I think it's admirable."
Head actually tilting to the side, Inu-yasha only managed, "...you do?"
"I do not agree with fighting when talking could work or a peaceful agreement can be reached." Quatre paused, doing his best not to think of his father's disspointed look. "But, sometimes I believe that fighting can be needed and can prove very effective in helping towards a greater cause."
Quatre glanced up at Inu-yasha. "even though I don't like it, I admire those that can fight when it's called for."
Inu-yasha had propped an elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand, staring at Quatre in refreshed disbelief. "What greater cause? You fight 'cause you have to."
"In some instances yes." Quatre nodded, almost excited at the chance to have a conversation like this with someone who wasn't a complete pacifist like his father. "There are times where words can be used over violence."
Inu-yasha scowled, finding it very strange that someone was actually agreeing with him. "Yeah, I guess. Once everyone knows you're too strong to mess with, you can just threaten 'em." It had always worked for him, anyway.
"Well..." Quatre bit his bottom lip at that. "That's not exactly what I meant. I meant more, talk out differences so that two people or parties can come to an agreement instead of fighting."
"Using nicer words doesn't change the truth," Inu-yasha replied flatly, looking unimpressed. "Strong people crush weak people and take what they want, and weak people get out of the way or get crushed." He shook his head, going back to his food with a bored look. "If you've got enough money, yeah, maybe it's done with words instead of fists, but it's all the fuckin' same."
Quatre pursed his lips at what Inu-yasha's words, knowing that for many that was the case, even if Quatre didn't like it. "You don't believe anything can be accomplished without fighting? Surely there must be something that can be figured out without violence."
"What'm saying is, the world is a cold and ruthless place, and people are greedy and take what they want. No point pretending otherwise." Golden eyes locked on the Quatre's face, watching for his reaction.
Quatre felt awful at this and wanted to reach out again to make Inu-yasha feel at least some semblance of kindness or love, it was obvious the other needed it, but he kept his gloved hands to himself.
That was the wrong way to help.
"I'm afraid I don't completely agree, but I can't tell you that you are completely wrong either. Can we agree to disagree?"
"Huh?" Inu-yasha frowned, head falling to one side again. What a weird thing to say. "Think whatever you want, doesn't matter to me."
Quatre beamed at that, glad no one had to think the same way as the other in order to co-exist. "Thank you!"
Inu-yasha gaped at Quatre like he'd just insulted him. "What the hell for??"
"For letting me have my opinion." Quatre stated simply, unlacing his fingers and going back to investigating his food.
"Doesn't matter to me if you want to be an idiot," Inu-yasha replied, brow furrowing. Any idiot could have an opinion. "But whatever." He tossed his last fry in his mouth, pushing to his feet to put his tray away.
Quatre kept his mouth shut on Inu-yasha's words, the other obviously not wanting to talk about difference of opinion. Instead he nodded and decicded to finally take more of an interest in the food he had bought. "I hope I'll see you around."
Inu-yasha frowned but didn't reply. They lived in the same hall and shared a bathroom, of course they'd see each other. And seriously, what had he done to make this kid want to see him around anyway?
Whatever. He set off to go find a tree to nap in.
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