Musa's House

[scarplo]

Scarp paled a bit at the room. "Oh boy..."

Carefully making his way to the bed, trying to both balance the ninja and keep his kitten-y necktie from pulling him to the fluffy rug, the vagabond tried very, very hard not to focus on the myriad knick knacks.

The multitudes of small, dainty, fragile things... the swarms of soft, fuzzy fluffy things... everything and its evil twin that screamed 'GIRLIER THAN THOU!'

"Probably not Eternals," mumbling Scarplo, as he set Musa on his bed.

The jello-y Yuki, lacking vocal cords, did not speak. It kinda sloshed a bit, and certainly seemed very happy with itself, though.

[Musashi]

...Oh, yeah, video game systems! I forgot about those. He has those too. :O

The kitty's pillow crinkled when he was placed upon it. He sat up sleepily then, sort of zombie-like, reached under the pillow, and dragged out a half-eaten package of Oreos and an empty bag of Cheetohs. He yaaaawned a kitteny yawn and just shoved them under the bed for now, where there was more crinkling and such. Then Musa sat for a while, and looked at Scarplo. Then at the plushie. Back and forth.

He smiled a sleepy kitten smile. "Hee, I got the real fing now~"

And lo, the kitty did GRABDRAGPULL the vagabond into bed, and HUGGED him and purrrrrrrrrred. "Naaaap time~!"


Back in the SECRET ROOM, Hitaru siiiiighed and then used various machinery to carefully move the mold into a freezer built into the floor. Cause SECRET ROOMS totally have that, man. :O Then he sat in a chair with a magazine for a while.

[scarplo]

Scarp's immediate reaction was to run. Run long, run hard, run fast. His muscles tensed when the ninja's grip pulled him into the fluffy, krinkled bed. His eyes locked onto the plushie in terror, images of Sca's near abortion flashing through his mind.

He almost bolted, twice. First at that grip, the second time in that bed.

As to why he didn't run at first, he would later blame the fear. It paralyzed him, he would say, and locked up his decision. The second time would be deflected by the purr, which has been scientifically proven to calm frayed nerves when allowed.

The truth was more complicated.

Scarplo didn't know why he stayed, facing an unknowable with a friend that had lost himself. But in the bed, Musashi's small body pressed against his own, hearing the heart beat, he felt something missing a long time past. When a smart child realized how much of her life had been left behind, how much she could try to retake... and when those tears had started to swell...

He remembered holding her softly, feeling that fragility, that innocence... like a glass bird in his hands.

As the ninja slept in the vagabond's arms, Scarplo listened to their heartbeats and tried not to cry.

[Musashi]

Musa huuuugged Scarplo even tighter in his sleep, and even curled his tail around the vagabond. He purred and purred and purred most happily. Now and then he'd wake up and mumble sleepily to Scarp.

"We shou' have a.. a pi.. nic... itlllbe fun." Kittyyaaaaaaawn. He blinkblinked a few times and looked sleepily at Scarp. "..Mrrrlll? You 'kay?"

[scarplo]

"No."

Musashi's question knocked loose a pebble.

"No," was not what the vagabond wanted to say. "no," was the furthest thing from what he tried to say. "no," was not going to reassure him. "no," was going to lead to dangerous questions. "no," would expose him. "no!" would lead them to what he'd agreed to do.

The pebble knocked loose a mountain.

[Musashi]

The kittyboy frowned and his fuzzy ears drooped. The sleep spell was wearing off, but was still there enough at the moment to fuzzificate Musa and Yuki's connection.

The ninja pawed softly at Scarp. "Is something wrong? I'll try to fix it, okay? What is it?"

[scarplo]

Scarplo glanced into his eyes. Deep. Needful. Seeking to help so desprately.

"I..."

Then he saw the phantom blade hovering over the ninja's throat.

Careful now... can't go telling stories out of school...

Scarplo screwed his eyes shut. He looked away, hiding his face. "It's..."

He could still feel the ninja's hair drift about in a phantom breeze.

A good lie, yes? Or shall we take this one too? Prizez!

"It's... what I think I did to your friend." Scarp's voice shook. "I don't... I don't know what it could do to him." he sniffed, looked back, and brushed a tear from his eye. "Sorry... I just... it's been a lot of stuff lately I guess."

The blade withdrew.

[Musashi]

"Oh, Scarpy, don't worry about him.. he's been through all sorts of crazy things. I'm sure he'll be fine."

Musa snuggled up closer and tried to nuzzle the tears away. But something nagged at him...

"Did you.. did you feel something just now?" The kitty wiggled an ear and was quiet for a moment. "...Well, it's probably stress. We're both stressed out, huh? Can't we just stay here for a while together?"

[scarplo]

Scarp sat down on the bed.

"yeah..." he scratched the ninja's fuzzy ears and smiled sadly.

"Yeah. Just for a while."

[Musashi]

Musa sat up a bit and clung to Scarplo. The kitty snuggled and purrrrrrrrred muchly. "Well, we can get up now if you want. We can go see how Yuki's doing, or go look around. Or we can go to sleep, if you're tired. Are you hungry?"

Meanwhile, Hitaru had Yuki removed from the freezer-y-ness, and opened up the mold to reveal... what? :O

[scarplo]

Scarplo forced a smile. "A little hungry, actually. I did lose my last meal recently."

Elsewhere in the secret room, an orange flavored spirit of all that is both yaoi and bishonen began to wake from the best dream evar as a miniature jello figure.

[Musashi]

Musa skweeee'd, HOPPED up and grabbed Scarplo's hand.

"I'll take you to one of my favorite places! Let's go~!"

And so the kittyninja dragged the vagabond from the room and along the various hallways and corridors and so on. The whole place seemed to be made of the same dark stone, and there were no windows. Glowy round thingies attached to the walls and ceilings kept the place lit. Those residing there appeared to all be male, varying in age and appearance. There were some who were very feminine, some very masculine, and everything inbetween.

Finally they came to a large opening with a glowing neon-pink sign somehow hung over the "doorway." The sign showed the image of a fishy with X-eyes being sliced with a knife. Upon entering, it became apparent that it was a sushi bar. Various bishies in white aprons were cooking up raw fishy delights, and even more bishies were seated and munching away and having bishi conversation.

"I hope you like sushi~"

Meanwhile, back in zee secret room...

"That was AWESOME. Can I do it again?!" JigglyJelloWiggle went the Yuki.

"No! Why are you so small? ...I have never encountered anything like this before. I have no idea what to do." Sulksulk went Hitaru.

[scarplo]

As it turned out, Scarp didn't like sushi. As par the course, he also didn't mention that, prefering to let the ninja take the lead.

"I've had it once, but don't recall much about it. Anything you'd recommend?"

[Musashi]

Musa led Scarp to a table and sat him down, then settled down next to him. The table looked like some kind of dark marble, and the seating was a cushioned bench all the way around the table. There was a napkin dispenser, a stack of menus, some soy sauce... that sorta thing.

The kitty took a menu for himself, and plopped one down in front of Scarp.

"Well, I really like the creamcheese and tuna sushi~ They have all kinds of fish. And crab and lobster and even SQUID sushi! And they have reallyreally good tempura. That's the fried stuff, you know? Shrimp and potatoes n' broccoli and stuff. And they make really nice green tea. It's full of antioxidants! I think you could use some antioxidants, Scarpy."

Despite all the various sparkly bishounen in the room, the ninja only had eyes for the vagabond. Musa sat with his elbows on the table, holding his head, staring at Scarp in that dreamy sort of way. He was even oblivious when a sparkly pink-haired waiter came to their table.

"You guys ready to order?" :D

[scarplo]

The pink haired bishi's arrival was anticipated. Scarplo had smiled back at Musashi for a minute or so, then turned to the menu and began flipping. "I'd have to try the tempura... what about you, Musa?"