KOUHEI MAKOTO

[Kouhei Makoto]

Kouhei Makoto

Kouhei Makoto Twenty Neutral Kou, Fox Indifference Renamon, DemiDevimon, Kudamon FACE CLAIM: Shin ANIMANGA: Amnesia GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 5'11" WEIGHT: 160 lbs APPEARANCE If anything, Kouhei certainly reflects the life he lives with the way he dresses and presents himself. Standing at five foot eleven and weighting one hundred and sixty-six pounds, Kouhei is built well for his height, muscles gained mostly out of necessity for keeping his head above the water. Black hair lays somewhat messy and falls to the base of his neck, a few strands of his bangs falling even lower in the front. Black fades to a deep red at the tips, framing a thin and steeled face, the boy rarely finding reason to smile anymore. Eyes redder than the tips of his locks (and occasionally outlined at the corners in red eyeliner, pulling them out even more than they already do stand out), as hardened and cold as his expression, stand somewhat hidden behind his bangs. However, even his steeled demeanor can't hide his foxy streak - the boy unable but to cause trouble. His choice of dress is just as unique as the hair that covers his head. On his neck, he wears a double color collar, the top band red the lower black, hooked somewhat loosely. His shirt, red in color with a rather abstract black design crawling across the fabric falls in a steep v-neck, showing the steel piercing that the boy has on the right side of his chest. The shirt runs down past his waist, falling in styled tatters around his thighs, occasionally which he'll wear white studded belts, crisscrossing over his hips resting atop of the shirt. From the left side, a single strap with a buckle at the end hangs to just above his knee. A black and silver Jacket is worn atop of this, cut off above his stomach. The sleeves button up to his elbows, each seam covered with a white trim, the cuffs cut up higher on the inside, falling into points above the backs of his hands. On the right side of the jacket, a large decorative buckle sits, on the right, running down the side, silver circles which hook onto the underside of the left side to close the jacket when needed. A hood, occasionally worn, rests back, lined with white on the inside. On the left arm, two thick straps of red lay crisscrossing each other, the right side lacking them. Rarely is he seen without red gloves, however, it's unknown if he's hiding something underneath or not. Tight black pants are a signature thing with Kouhei, no matter what he wears, it includes tight black pants - either jeans or leather. They tuck into two knee high boots, which lace up to the top - his favorite pair rather mismatched yet seems to fit his theme of dress, the right boot red, the left black. My life? You must be joking. My whole life up till now has been a joke. What...You don't think I'm serious? Well... You're wrong. I don't give two shits that my parents paid you to listen to me. I'm not telling you jack shit. ... They said I'd say that, huh? Dammit... Last thing I want is for them to be right. Well, fuck me... I guess you better be in for a long story, and don't you even think of interrupting me or you won't like me. --- I guess my parents are the bane of my existence. That's the easiest way to put it. Everything I've done, every move I've ever made in my life has all been to spite them. Sure,they wanted me to do well in school, but not for the same reasons that I wanted to. They wanted me to make the grade and graduate, move on to college for a degree in business management so I could take over the family business. That's the last thing I ever wanted. Of course, thinking that they were encouraging me, they purchased me things I wanted for each good year. Little did they know, they were only enabling me... pushing me closer to what I wanted - such as that sexy little sports car out there you see. Of course, it's much different now than it was when I got it... but I suppose, more on that later. After high school, I didn't move on like they wanted. ...Instead, I did the opposite. Let's start at the beginning... if you're that curious and desperate to know... They wanted one thing... I wanted something else entirely. You see, my parents have a company – they research, create and refine tech for sciences and computers… I guess, that’s what I pulled from it, at least… I never cared much. The company is family run… and you can guess what they wanted from me – I was next in line for it. But that was the last thing I wanted, even when they first told me. From a young age, I had people telling me what to do, who to be and standards I had to meet – it was hash… certainly not a way any child should have to grow up. Least to say… I rebelled. And you can’t blame me. Making the grade, being proper in everything… I didn’t have much of a childhood. Being forbidden to play outside in the manner a growing boy should was the first straw… not that I had friends anyway, but I had a dog – a young malamute (of which I had dubbed Shin) that my father had given me on my fifth birthday to act as a guardian and friend in lieu of a playmate. They thought it was a suitable choice and would keep me out of trouble. They couldn’t have been more wrong. Perhaps an older, actually trained canine would have abided to their wishes, but one so young, so close to me, only wanted the same as myself. Freedom, adventure… fun. I was always adventurous, and when my parents weren’t looking… I snuck away (Mind you, my first adventure on my own was when I was about six… I didn’t wander far, but it shaped my tastes for what I was about to do). Early before school, late at night when they were asleep and during the day when they were away at the company, I ran away. The maids always hated when I did so, as I left without a word, leaving them searching for me in a hustle, worried about their jobs more than my safety. Not that I cared, they didn’t really care about me… so why should I have cared? I escaped away to the streets with my dog, the two of us exploring to our hearts content, not giving a second thought about time or weather. Admittedly, I skipped school to explore and have fun… and even made myself sick when I stayed out too long in the rain or snow. I couldn’t have cared less. Not about being sick or about the punishments my parents placed for my disobedience. In fact… those punishments only pushed me further and further into my deviant behavior… and I began to see that I enjoyed being a troublemaker. Why? Because then… then I was finally different from my family. I was finally someone I wanted to be. I was me. My family began to pick up on what I was doing, and their punishments and efforts to shape me into someone acceptable to run the company became harsher. They were blind, wanting only what they wanted, seeing what they wanted to see… and didn’t see that their efforts only pushed me further and further away and deepened my hatred for them. At one point, I loved my parents… yes, but by the time I turned twelve, that love was gone. How can you love a family who doesn’t care what you want, think or are… who only cares about what you do when it’s not what they want you to do. This only led to me becoming even more disobedient… and to me sneaking out more frequently and spending more time away from home. Away from where my mother and father were… away from it. My family was very proud of their lineage and wanted that pride to continue on… but it skipped a generation. Hanging in the halls of my house are pictures and paintings of family come and gone… and family present. But there’s a few… with a figure I was never told of. I asked questions, but was always told not to speak of such nonsense or told that they were busy and to go away. Being the stubborn child I was… I kept asking, over and over… until my mother relented and told me not to tell my father, under penalty, if she had to. The boy in the pictures was my brother, older by 8 years. She told me that he had done some things against the family that had gotten the family to, more or less, give up on him. In turn, when he became old enough, he had run off, claiming to be apart from the family to start his own life… I hated him. He was the reason I was stuck in this situation. Instead of trying to scare me off from my deviant ways, it only served to inspire me. I began to think harder, coming up with ways to try and escape my family, to become my own person, not what they wanted. Hell… I even thought about joining a gang to further anger them, though, at the time, I knew I was too young to do such a thing… the thought entertained me, and I entertained it to the point where I was certain that’s what I wanted. And I was going to do it. … Until he showed up. When I first met him… I didn’t even think of the possibility of how close we’d become. Honestly, I just wanted him to leave me alone. My parents were at work on a spring day, and it had reached that time of year where it’s nice enough outside for you to want to start straying from the dusty halls to get some fresh air. I had spring fever… and needed to get out. So I left, Shin in tow, idea strong in my head to find a gang and join… or get my ass handed to me trying, and I knew where one resided. I knew I was young, and the likely hood that they’d accept me was pretty slim… but I had prepared myself to fight my way in. I’d wandered far from home, deep into the heart of Tokyo – not much different from what I had been doing a good portion of my life… except this time, I took a turn I usually had avoided. Things, where I was headed, seemed darker – walls and walkways were tagged with graffiti of all sorts, and the closer I came to my destination, the more there was and the stronger their message. Shin, by my side as always, stopped, ears twitching before calling me in a way I had found familiar. Someone was following us. Where I would normally take precaution and lose whoever it was, this time, I chose otherwise… thinking maybe it had been what I was looking for. With a deep breath, steeling myself, I turned and prepared myself for the worst… only to find something completely unexpected. Where I was expecting to find a group of ragtag people… I found the exact opposite – there stood a boy, blond hair… about my age and obviously not from Japan… and clearly the exact opposite of what I was looking for. The boy looked like he wouldn’t hurt a fly, in fact, I had recognized him from the days I had showed up for school… and my suspicious were only confirmed when he admitted to being lost and not understanding me when I told him to go away. He continued with words that he thought I might lead him back to familiar ground if he followed me… part of which I didn’t believe… but had a feeling he wouldn’t have left me regardless of what I may say or do. Relenting my plans, and turning to an english tongue, I told the boy I’d take him home if he told me where he lived… and kept my word, only to find out he didn’t live too far away from myself. With a short goodbye from the blond… and less from myself, I left him there and returned home, much to my dismay. The following day, upon arrival to school… the boy found me once more, greeting me as I sat to eat some breakfast I nabbed from the kitchen on the way out, not wanting to have dealt with my parents morning drawl. I didn’t speak a word to him… yet he continued to talk, and eventually introduced himself to me as Cecil… to which I offered my name in return, if only to be polite before returning to my food, falling quiet once more. Day after day continued like this, with Cecil hanging around me, talking to me and insisting on trying to socialize… which did nothing but serve to confuse me. I’d been rather rude and standoffish to him. It had kept everyone else away… except for him. I had to admit… there was a part of me that admired his persistence. And maybe that’s why I eventually relented and let the boy get closer. … And maybe another part of me hoped that finally… finally there would be someone who’d care. Perhaps I’d gone soft, but I’d never lose the edge that had kept others away from me, even as I allowed myself to open up slowly over the years to the other. Even then, there were still things that I had kept secret… even from myself. Things I refused to acknowledge… things that would never go away. But spending time with Cecil seemed to help, and instead of running off to explore and find myself getting into trouble… I found myself spending time at his place, most of it spent tutoring the boy in japanese, where his mother allowed me the things I wanted… to have fun… to be me. … Even though she seemed surprised to see me at first. There was a certain charm about her that made me admire her… her kindness, to which I found myself returning with a respect not even my own parents received. She felt more like a mother to me than my own… and I found myself wanting to be there more and more, a haven… a home away from home. However… the more time I spent there, the more aware I felt her grow. You see… she was a teacher at the school I attended… and no doubt did she pick up on my absences, especially when I showed up at their place the same night. Eventually, as I feared, she pulled me aside and asked. Though she was kind about it, and patient… I couldn’t answer. Instead, I found myself staring at the floor, biting my lip – mind you, it’s not easy to tell someone about the problems you’re having at home when they go as deep as mine. She finally excused me, and with a small apology, I left. After that, for a while, she didn’t mention anything and things returned to normal… for the most part. Though, despite my respect for her, I will admit, there were a few times where I lied to her, telling her my parents told me I could be there when they didn’t know where I was… but by then, they’d gotten use to my frequent disappearances… I doubt they’d bother looking for me. But how could you blame me... I’d finally found a little bit of happiness in my life… finally had something I’d never allowed and never realized that I had wanted so much. I had a friend. Actually… I had much more than that. After a couple years, I had started to realize that my feelings were shifting. My heart beat oddly when I looked at the blond, my face heating with a blush when he caught me staring. I felt compelled to spoil him every chance I got and felt the need to protect him even more than before. The way he stumbled through our Japanese lessons... my heart skipping a beat as my cheeks burned when he messed up a word that would turn a sentence rather... personal... and how that could get to me before I'd stutter a correction. But what really tipped me off… was the jealousy I felt when another looked at him a certain way, handed him a gift on valentine's day or giggled with a blush as he walked by. I had fallen in love with the very boy that I had once wished would leave me alone. But I found myself afraid… I didn’t want Cecil to find out how my feelings toward him had shifted. I didn’t know how he’d react... and feared that he would push me away and I’d lose the very thing I cherished most, the thing that had become most important in my life… the thing I actually found my life revolving around. So, I did the only thing I could think of – I hid my feelings away and bit my tongue when jealousy struck. But that didn’t stop my love for him from growing as we did, watching him with a careful eye, despite that sometimes it hurt to watch. It wasn’t too long after that when his mother started to reach out to me once more, sending letters with Cecil for me with kind words of encouragement, welcoming me back whenever I needed it… and the offer of an ear to listen if I ever needed to talk. Talking was one of the hardest things for me to do… and even though I felt she deserved to know, I couldn’t bring myself to share. At least, not for a while. After months of spending more and more time at their place, hiding my feelings from her son and receiving these letters, I swallowed my pride, and my fears, and decided that I would speak with her. Though, I admit, I chose perhaps one of the most idiotic times to do so. Skipping a class to speak with her on her lunch break… but she was happy to listen. Slowly, timidly, I shared my past – my family, my secrets (except for my little crush) and the reason why I skipped school so often and spent so much time at their place. And at the end of it all, it felt as if this giant weight had been lifted from my chest, but my heart felt heavy, my eyes stung, my throat dry and scratchy… I felt like I was about to break. That's when I had first thought that running away was a good idea. And I wanted someone to know why, even if I didn’t tell what I had planned on doing. But there was something I felt I had to do first. … But it didn’t quite happen as I had expected, nor when I expected. It was around Valentine’s day, which some may find a bit cliché… but it couldn’t have been more perfect, I think… well, for at least the timing. School had ended for the day, and as usual, I found myself walking to Cecil’s house with him, having no plans to return to my own home. Seeing as Valentine’s day was coming closer and closer, we had this habit of sitting down and making valentines for each other… and this year, I wanted something special for him. Generally, I made him something to eat, spent a lot of time working on it too, making sure it was perfect, and attached a small note to it before presenting it to him on the holiday. But this year had to be different… especially with what I was planning on doing later. Little did Cecil know… he gave me the perfect opportunity with a simple question. “Hey Kou… Is there someone special you’ve been thinking about…? You know… Someone you like?” The question seemed so innocent… and actually, now that I think about it, a little cautious. It was enough to fly right over my head. But I took it and ran with it. “There is someone… actually…” I returned, watching him carefully to gauge his reaction. Though… I think I failed to pick up on the fear that ran through him at my answer, either that… or I was seeing things I wanted to see and I thought it wasn’t really there. Either way… I disregarded it. “O-oh, so have you thought about asking them out or anything?” I have to admit, I did see that sort of question coming… but not with how it was stated… and it did get my hopes up. I just hoped I wasn’t gearing up to have my heart broken. “Yes… actually… but I’ve no idea how to actually… you know… do it. I don’t want to lose them… So… I haven’t done it…” I looked down, staring at the floor before biting my lip – a rather nasty habit of mine. “How… How would you do it?” “S-show them... how do you do that without scaring them off...” He began, a deep blush coloring his cheeks as he too looked away. It was adorable, I had to admit… the sheer image of him in that moment causing my heart to skip a beat, my heart swelling with the feeling I’ve come to know all too well. As he continued to speak, his tone was higher, voice coming out with nervous squeaks… honestly, I wanted nothing more than to pull him into my arms and hug him, “Y-you could…give them a kiss… o-or something small like that… e-even a hug, if the kiss seemed too much…” But at his suggestion, a deep, rosy color crept over my own cheeks as I continued to chew my lip out of nervousness. “A kiss… Like this…?” I began, stepping closer as he sputtered a question which I didn’t quite register, reaching a hand out to cup his chin and lift it, having him look at me, taking a deep, shaky breath, “Forgive me… I’m not good at this… or anything really…” It was a small plea to where, if I was making a mistake, hopefully he would forgive me for what I was about to do. Leaning forward, my heart speeding in my chest, threatening to beat right out… I inched a little closer, and well… I kissed him. As cliché as it sounds… time really did feel like it had stopped, my heart beating in my ears, the sound consuming me as the short few seconds felt like hours... until I swear I felt a small push back.. a possible return of the kiss? No… I had to be imagining things, my hopes were too high, that had to be it. And that’s when I felt it – his hand gripping my jacket – he was going to push me away. … But then my heart skipped another beat as, instead, he pulled me closer, and I swore my legs almost gave way under me. Which… was actually, a smart move. As we parted from the kiss, all I wanted to do was bolt, get out of there for fear of what he might say or do – but he held me tight with his grip on my jacket. And spoke, his own blush deepening… if that were even possible. "N-not at all, you did it perfectly...s-so I hope I can m-measure up." I felt my own eyes widen at this, staring at Cecil with disbelief. Did he… really like me as I liked him… did he… really want me? Before I could question him, I felt his lips against mine once more, a small whimper escaping me despite my efforts to hold it back. I was trembling, that was quite obvious, and I’m not even sure if I wrapped my arms around him to steady myself or hug him… maybe an attempt at both, but I didn’t want to let go. And as we parted for the second time, I rested my forehead against his, panting to gather my breath and slow my heart… and I finally said the words I had longed to say. “I love you… Cecil…” Honestly… that was the best thing that’s happened to me. But, of course, with my luck, things could never stay good for long. You see… as things became better with Cecil, they also became worse with my parents and my situation at home. And it all began when they discovered that I had been staying with a friend – which is something that they disapproved of, more or less… because I became known as the delinquent child of the family. And hell, even I will admit that I am when it comes to them – how am I supposed to care when they care nothing about what I want. And as they began to place more pressure on me, more restrictions and less time alone, always having a maid or two have their eyes on me… I began to grow restless. There was less time to get away… less time to see Cecil. So… I snapped. And I finally made the move I’d been craving for years. Packing my few belongings, clothes, saved up allowance and money from spare jobs preformed here and there, I tucked them into my car along with my dog... and I left. It wasn’t easy, finding that window of opportunity, and I will admit that I cut it close – but the adrenaline rush, that sudden feeling of freedom… it was all so exhilarating! But, as much as I wanted to disappear, I wouldn’t do so completely… especially not from Cecil. So, what did I do? Well… I climbed in through his window, and I told him everything. With each word I spoke, I could see the fear building in him, the emotion displayed almost painfully on his face… before he insisted on coming with me. And I denied him. I told him that he had it good here – a loving family that took care of him, a good home, food, happiness. But he still insisted… and I knew the reason. He was afraid that I would disappear from his life. But I couldn’t do that. Not back then when we first became friends, and certainly not now that we had become a couple. I wasn’t about to risk his heart with a selfish decision. So, I reassured him that he’d still see me… still have contact with me, and that… honestly, if I lost contact with him, if I couldn’t see him, I too might break. Though, I’m not entirely sure of how we woke his mother… but we were discovered in the middle of our conversation, and with her son in such a state of disarray… she asked what happened. And I couldn’t lie. I told her everything. And, being the motherly figure she was to me, whether she asked for the sake of her son, curiosity, or what… she asked why I had done what I did. My answer was simple. It was better than the other option I had come up with. I knew she understood… not only what the other option was, but why I ran… after all, she was the only one who I had shared my history at home with those years ago. Accepting this, Cecil insisted I stay with him until morning… and despite my fears of what may happen if I was discovered there… I stayed, leaving the next morning to find a place to reside until something better came along. Two months were spent in hiding from my parents before I found a place to call my own– risks were taken to see Cecil and occasionally stay at his home, as he stayed in the apartment I had managed to find, sustained by a job I had picked up... and admittedly, some rather illegal actions - you see... I decided to take up street racing. It was a sustainable amount of money, gave me the thrills I looked for and well... it enabled me to live comfortably and get into the position to where I could ask Cecil to move in with me, finally knowing that i could take care of him as well. But there was one thing I hadn't counted on... A chance meeting, or so I think of it, when he came into my life... a creature known as a digimon... I guess that's where my story will continue to write itself... so... let's see where it will take me. But I know where it takes you. The door. I've told you enough... more than enough. Now get out before I lose my patience. MEMBER NAME: Ryuujin BBY AGE: Twenty-Two OTHER CHARACTERS: More to come ROLEPLAY SAMPLE A small breeze swept through the area, making the trees whisper small choruses of an earthly song. Further down below the trees, as the wind moved, it played with the white hair of a teen as he moved up the mountain, causing him to close his eyes tightly and shiver with a silent protest. Of course, Akira didn't mind the cold, he actually liked it - well, better than heat, anyway - but that's why he had a coat with him. Pulling the fabric tighter around him, he sighed softly, stopping in his tracks to look up, seeing just how far they had made it in the past hour or so... or for however long they had been moving upward. For the time spent, or so the boy thought, they had made pretty good progress, nearly halfway up the mountain. But that's not all he found. His silver eyes quickly laid on the horizon and the colors that rose up from behind to paint the sky, purple, red, orange and blue - the sun was setting, nightfall quickly taking over. He would have to find a place to stay, though, he supposed he could sleep outside once again, despite the cooler temperature. Though, he doubted he would sleep that night anyway, as he had barely gotten any sleep since entering the digital world, his nightmares running abundant and wild. With a shutter, not caused by the cold, Akira huffed and turned back toward his destination, moving once more. By his side, Gizamon could feel the ever rolling emotions of his tamer and wondered idly if he ever tired of not knowing who he should be. But idle thoughts would have to wait as he paused, his ears picking up on something in the distance - a melody. "Akira." "Hm?" The response was given halfheartedly, as the boy was obviously lost in his thoughts once again, his feet never stopping their trek up the mountain. Rolling his eyes, Gizamon growled deeply before sighing, letting his frustration slip away. "Don't you hear that... it sounds close..." He muttered before heading off in the direction that he heard the voice coming from without a thought if Akira would follow or not, let alone even notice that he had left his tamer behind. But of course, the boy noticed as he heard the shifting of his being and heard it moving away. Finally giving enough of a damn to stop he listened and indeed, his partner was right, but there was something that struck the teen - the voice... it sounded...familiar. Feeling his heart skip a beat, although it was beyond him as to why, Akira followed the small orange Digimon, carefully weaving his way through the trees. Gizamon, having strayed much earlier than Akira, made it to the scene first and stopped, surprised at what he saw. It was the boy from the lake. With that, a wicked grin formed on his face as he moved again, making his way past the boy idly to find that strange Keramon he traveled with, unknowing of the fact that he now had a second partner. He would, for now, leave the two alone, as he knew Akira would find him shortly and really... he was no idiot. He saw how Akira acted toward the boy, all he could do was... nothing. Chuckling lightly he disappeared from sight. And of course, as Gizamon predicted, Akira came upon it moments later, but had a completely different reaction to what he found. Frozen in his place, he stood and stared with slightly widened eyes. Out of everyone, he never thought he would see him again, he figured, that the boy, like everyone else in his life, would do his best to stay away from him. Not that it really helped with Akira going off to find him but... that was something different. Biting his lower lip, he quietly looked away, taking a step backward into the trees again before taking a look around. There was a small, rocky little hill a little ways up, not too far away from their position, and he had no clue where Gizamon had gone... and, as it seemed, Kei was alone as well. With an internal groan, Akira kicked himself mentally for his choice as he slowly made his way over to the hill, sitting down and letting a leg dangle over the edge, hugging the other close to his chest. Even from up here, he couldn't see Gizamon. 'damn...' His eyes fell on Kei once again and he suddenly felt his heart clench. The boy's aura was... depressing, it hurt to look at it. 'What's wrong...' He wondered, looking down again before coming up with an idea. "You have a nice voice..." He stated suddenly, a light pink color dusting his cheeks as he looked off to the side.

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