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Kurt and Inu-Yasha, backdated to 9/15/17
Kurt and Inu-yasha meet. It does not go well.
Hair still damp from his after-workout shower, Kurt headed down the hall toward the kitchen. He was hungry. He’d spent the afternoon in the Danger Room practicing with his powers on different gymnastics equipment. It had left him exhausted and aching in places he hadn’t even known he had, but it had been well worth it. His shower had done something for his aching muscles, but had done nothing about the ache in his stomach—A problem that was easy to solve.
Kurt opened the door to the kitchen and went inside. He opened the refrigerator and stared at his options. Now onto the next problem: What should he eat?
Inu-yasha still hadn't gotten over the constant availability of food. He tended to go grab snacks from the kitchen, always feelings like he was stealing, feeling like someone would catch him and throw him out.
...but it hadn't happened yet. So he kept going.
Today there was someone else already in the kitchen, and Inu-yasha looked at him warily for a moment - the blue kid, huh - before barging in unannounced, heading straight for the cabinet with the chips.
Kurt looked over at the door as a boy—Inu-yasha from summer school—barreled in like a man on a mission. He watched as he made a beeline for a cabinet and pulled out a big, unopened bag of chips. “Hallo,” he greeted. “Hungry?”
Inu-yasha looked over at the other boy, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he tore open the chips. "Yeah. …why?"
“Just making sure. You ran in so fast I was not sure if you were here for food, or running from something,” Kurt joked good-naturedly. “I did not know if I should be prepared for zombies or what.”
"I don't run from shit," Inu-yasha replied with a glare.
Kurt chuckled. “It was a joke.”
Inu-yasha glared, but didn't respond as he pulled a chair out at the table and dropped into it. He knew Kurt was laughing at him, and he hated that.
Kurt took an apple out of the crisper and took a seat across from In-yasha. “I do not believe we have officially met.”
Right, and no chance that they could keep it that way, Inu-yasha surmised. "You're the blue kid in 102," he stated bluntly.
“Ja. I suppose being the only blue kid gave it away?” Kurt asked, smiling.
"You smell funny," Inu-yasha informed him flatly.
Kurt bite into his apple. “I am also German,” he supplied. “Where are you from?”
"L.A.," Inu-yasha replied gruffly, wondering if Kurt had somehow figured out that he wasn't originally American. He'd all but gotten rid of his accent after years living here, but maybe Kurt had some other way of knowing…
Ah! Another place Kurt had always dreamed of visiting. “I have never been,” he said. “Did you like it there? Do the palm trees on Windsor Boulevard grow coconuts?”
Inu-yasha scowled at the blue kid. "How should I know? I was living between a crappy shack and the streets.”
“I apologize,” Kurt said sincerely. “I did not know. I feel as if we started off on the wrong foot. Can we start over?” He extended a hand to shake. “My name is Kurt. It is nice to meet you.”
The gesture was completely foreign to Inu-yasha, and he frowned, first at Kurt and then at his hand. After a long moment, he reached over and shook, briefly, before pulling his hand back. “…Inu-yasha."
“How long have you been at the school, Inu-yasha?” Kurt took a bite of his apple and brought the back of a hand to his chin to wipe away the rivet of juice left there by it.
He'd never heard his name with that kind of accent before - just more weird to add to this whole experience. "Beginning of summer. Same as you," he replied, still looking suspicious as he went back to his chips.
Kurt wondered if Inu-yasha had gone to the pizza he’d missed. “How are you liking it here?”
"Why?" Inuyasha demanded, growl rising at the back of his throat. "What's with all the questions?"
Though taken aback by Inu-yasha ferocity, Kurt just smiled, shrugged, and said, “I am making conversation.”
"Why?" Inu-yasha shot back petulantly.
Kurt’s brow furrowed in confusion and a little bit of concern. “I am trying to get to know you? Because I am interested? Because you are a human being who deserves that basic decency? You can take your pick; they are all true.”
Inu-yasha snorted, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded the other boy with hard, gold eyes. “Bullshit."
“It is not bullshit,” Kurt replied, holding Inu-yasha’s golden glare with his own unblinking one.
"That's the kinda thing people say to hide what they really mean," Inu-yasha drawled, unimpressed. "What do you want?”
“Nothing!” Kurt was beginning to worry and wonder where he had gone wrong. What had he said to either offend or make Inu-yasha so uncomfortable?
"Good," Inuyasha shot back at him. "Keep it that way.”
“Sooooo how are you liking it here?” Kurt asked again.
Inu-yasha's lip curled in a snarl, the kind that bared a fang. "Back off," he warned.
Taken aback, Kurt sat back in his chair. “Do you want to ask me some questions? Would that make you feel better?”
"Alright," Inu-yasha replied, already sizing up the other boy as he asked what was really his only question. "How the hell did you survive, looking like that?”
Kurt wasn’t sure if the question was meant to hurt. It didn’t, but he didn’t like the thought that someone here of all places would try to hurt him with that. “Easily. I grew up in a traveling circus. It meant keeping out of sight when I wasn’t performing, but that was okay.”
"...a circus?" Inu-yasha was pretty sure that had to be a lie. Is that what this kid did, lied and acted friendly? It was a kind of survival strategy, he supposed. "People actually believe that?”
Kurt blinked. He’d never been accused of lying about that before. “I did grow up in a circus. Der Jahrmarkt. I was a trapeze artist.”
Inu-yasha wasn't buying. ...he wasn't even completely sure what Kurt had just said to him, but he didn't buy it. "No way. Do I look stupid?”
Kurt was very tempted to quip in reply, but he had a very good feeling that now was maybe not the time. “No.”
"Good." Inu-yasha shook his head. "Look, I don't care what your story is, but you're gonna need a better lie than that."
“I—” Kurt started, but then stopped again. Inu-Yasha had insulted him, tried to hurt his feelings, and now he was calling him a liar. Everything that had come out of Inu-Yasha’s mouth since the start of this conversation had been ugly, and Kurt wanted nothing to do with it. “Never mind. Enjoy your chips. I would say it was nice meeting you, Inu-Yasha, but I do not like to lie.” He tossed his apple into the trash and disappeared in a flash of smoke.
Inu-yasha coughed, tucking his nose into one elbow to use his sweatshirt as a mask and using his other arm to bat at the air, trying to dissipate the smoke. No wonder the blue kid smelled funny...
Hair still damp from his after-workout shower, Kurt headed down the hall toward the kitchen. He was hungry. He’d spent the afternoon in the Danger Room practicing with his powers on different gymnastics equipment. It had left him exhausted and aching in places he hadn’t even known he had, but it had been well worth it. His shower had done something for his aching muscles, but had done nothing about the ache in his stomach—A problem that was easy to solve.
Kurt opened the door to the kitchen and went inside. He opened the refrigerator and stared at his options. Now onto the next problem: What should he eat?
Inu-yasha still hadn't gotten over the constant availability of food. He tended to go grab snacks from the kitchen, always feelings like he was stealing, feeling like someone would catch him and throw him out.
...but it hadn't happened yet. So he kept going.
Today there was someone else already in the kitchen, and Inu-yasha looked at him warily for a moment - the blue kid, huh - before barging in unannounced, heading straight for the cabinet with the chips.
Kurt looked over at the door as a boy—Inu-yasha from summer school—barreled in like a man on a mission. He watched as he made a beeline for a cabinet and pulled out a big, unopened bag of chips. “Hallo,” he greeted. “Hungry?”
Inu-yasha looked over at the other boy, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he tore open the chips. "Yeah. …why?"
“Just making sure. You ran in so fast I was not sure if you were here for food, or running from something,” Kurt joked good-naturedly. “I did not know if I should be prepared for zombies or what.”
"I don't run from shit," Inu-yasha replied with a glare.
Kurt chuckled. “It was a joke.”
Inu-yasha glared, but didn't respond as he pulled a chair out at the table and dropped into it. He knew Kurt was laughing at him, and he hated that.
Kurt took an apple out of the crisper and took a seat across from In-yasha. “I do not believe we have officially met.”
Right, and no chance that they could keep it that way, Inu-yasha surmised. "You're the blue kid in 102," he stated bluntly.
“Ja. I suppose being the only blue kid gave it away?” Kurt asked, smiling.
"You smell funny," Inu-yasha informed him flatly.
Kurt bite into his apple. “I am also German,” he supplied. “Where are you from?”
"L.A.," Inu-yasha replied gruffly, wondering if Kurt had somehow figured out that he wasn't originally American. He'd all but gotten rid of his accent after years living here, but maybe Kurt had some other way of knowing…
Ah! Another place Kurt had always dreamed of visiting. “I have never been,” he said. “Did you like it there? Do the palm trees on Windsor Boulevard grow coconuts?”
Inu-yasha scowled at the blue kid. "How should I know? I was living between a crappy shack and the streets.”
“I apologize,” Kurt said sincerely. “I did not know. I feel as if we started off on the wrong foot. Can we start over?” He extended a hand to shake. “My name is Kurt. It is nice to meet you.”
The gesture was completely foreign to Inu-yasha, and he frowned, first at Kurt and then at his hand. After a long moment, he reached over and shook, briefly, before pulling his hand back. “…Inu-yasha."
“How long have you been at the school, Inu-yasha?” Kurt took a bite of his apple and brought the back of a hand to his chin to wipe away the rivet of juice left there by it.
He'd never heard his name with that kind of accent before - just more weird to add to this whole experience. "Beginning of summer. Same as you," he replied, still looking suspicious as he went back to his chips.
Kurt wondered if Inu-yasha had gone to the pizza he’d missed. “How are you liking it here?”
"Why?" Inuyasha demanded, growl rising at the back of his throat. "What's with all the questions?"
Though taken aback by Inu-yasha ferocity, Kurt just smiled, shrugged, and said, “I am making conversation.”
"Why?" Inu-yasha shot back petulantly.
Kurt’s brow furrowed in confusion and a little bit of concern. “I am trying to get to know you? Because I am interested? Because you are a human being who deserves that basic decency? You can take your pick; they are all true.”
Inu-yasha snorted, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded the other boy with hard, gold eyes. “Bullshit."
“It is not bullshit,” Kurt replied, holding Inu-yasha’s golden glare with his own unblinking one.
"That's the kinda thing people say to hide what they really mean," Inu-yasha drawled, unimpressed. "What do you want?”
“Nothing!” Kurt was beginning to worry and wonder where he had gone wrong. What had he said to either offend or make Inu-yasha so uncomfortable?
"Good," Inuyasha shot back at him. "Keep it that way.”
“Sooooo how are you liking it here?” Kurt asked again.
Inu-yasha's lip curled in a snarl, the kind that bared a fang. "Back off," he warned.
Taken aback, Kurt sat back in his chair. “Do you want to ask me some questions? Would that make you feel better?”
"Alright," Inu-yasha replied, already sizing up the other boy as he asked what was really his only question. "How the hell did you survive, looking like that?”
Kurt wasn’t sure if the question was meant to hurt. It didn’t, but he didn’t like the thought that someone here of all places would try to hurt him with that. “Easily. I grew up in a traveling circus. It meant keeping out of sight when I wasn’t performing, but that was okay.”
"...a circus?" Inu-yasha was pretty sure that had to be a lie. Is that what this kid did, lied and acted friendly? It was a kind of survival strategy, he supposed. "People actually believe that?”
Kurt blinked. He’d never been accused of lying about that before. “I did grow up in a circus. Der Jahrmarkt. I was a trapeze artist.”
Inu-yasha wasn't buying. ...he wasn't even completely sure what Kurt had just said to him, but he didn't buy it. "No way. Do I look stupid?”
Kurt was very tempted to quip in reply, but he had a very good feeling that now was maybe not the time. “No.”
"Good." Inu-yasha shook his head. "Look, I don't care what your story is, but you're gonna need a better lie than that."
“I—” Kurt started, but then stopped again. Inu-Yasha had insulted him, tried to hurt his feelings, and now he was calling him a liar. Everything that had come out of Inu-Yasha’s mouth since the start of this conversation had been ugly, and Kurt wanted nothing to do with it. “Never mind. Enjoy your chips. I would say it was nice meeting you, Inu-Yasha, but I do not like to lie.” He tossed his apple into the trash and disappeared in a flash of smoke.
Inu-yasha coughed, tucking his nose into one elbow to use his sweatshirt as a mask and using his other arm to bat at the air, trying to dissipate the smoke. No wonder the blue kid smelled funny...
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Clarice might offer to 'port him into the lake for you. Just because.
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I feel like this should surprise no one, of course Inu’s an idiot and an asshole. Water is wet, all that jazz.
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