Soundless Love {{18+:{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel and greenbunny2468}}

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

Plot::

You are currently taking art classes as a hobby. Throughout the year, you learn many new things, you learn the certain strokes you use when trying to paint a flower, the certain tenderness you use on the paper when you draw with charcoal, and you learn how to sketch the most beautiful face...but the one thing that you never learned in your classes was how to appreciate the simple things in life, you never knew how to make time in life for others, or notice the true beauty that could hide behind someones eyes.

Though, you want to learn. You make this decision when a new student joins the art class that you partake in. You didn't realize this at first, but the boy was deaf. Despite the disability, he wore a goofy smile and was still obviously happy. And despite the fact that he couldn't hear a word that you were saying to him, he would smile, and laugh, and then give a shrug of his shoulders, obviously not knowing what you were talking about.

He makes you want to change yourself, make you change for the better, and appreciate the simple things in life.

To appreciate a soundless love.

 

 

greenbunny2463's Character::

 

 

 

 

 

Name: Yuki Yokum

Age: 22

 

Yuki had studied art all his life – tones, shades – he had devoted his life to the restless pursuit of becoming one of the best artists in the world. Settling for the best artist in his hometown Yuki never got what people meant when they said: the view is lonely from the top, until he reached there. Suddenly the things that made him so happy to struggle through as he learned them were achieved easily with the careless flick of his hand and art started to lose meaning to Yuki. Though after looking back on his life and trying to find something else to full the dull void in his heart besides choral and paint Yuki realized that all he had was art. Suddenly there was nothing left for him, but the sunlit art room and his paintings.

 

His love of art twisting into something more dreadful filled with a nauseating dependency on the only thing he seems to know, the fun in painting quickly left Yuki – letting the years pass by as the color drained from his life, the only colors he now paints with are black and white. The two colors he now sees the world in. Growing cold and jaded to those around him the happy boyish Yuki always happy to help turned into the cold, jaded young man he is now. His sick sense of humor and love of testing people’s limits has made Yuki many enemies around town – his soft caring side rarely seen by anyone anymore.

 

When not painting Yuki can usually be found lying in a soft patch of grass watching the planes fly past overhead; his hobbies all having to do with the sky as he enjoys cloud watching, star gazing, and counting the planes that fly over his town. Each time he sees a shooting star or flying plane Yuki can be found wishing for the color to come back into his life.

 

Having two younger sisters Yuki rarely visits his childhood home because he and the girls don’t get along – his father and him also have a rocky relationship since he dad always thought him wanting to become an artist was a bad idea. His mom is the only person he really talks too, and the place Yuki spends most of his time is the small art club in his town – he sells his paintings, which is how he makes a living, from the small room.

 

 

{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel's Character

 

 

 

Samuel Burtana

23

Personality wise, Samuel is a rather happy person. Despite the fact that he is deaf, he still wears a dorky, goofy smile almost all of the time. Being good-natured, he has proper manners, and he acts politely. He has deep concern for other people, and genuinely does care for them, even though he can't offer up comforting words to them. Despite the fact that he can't communicate with others through speech, he is good at displaying his emotions through actions. He tends to chuckle and laugh a lot, and genuinely is just overall a happy person. Though, despite this, Samuel tends to get a bit impatient a little too quickly sometimes. If there's something he wants to do or get accomplished, he tends to pull on people's sleeves, or pull on one of their fingers to get their attention, and if nothing happens, he'll continue to do so until said person actually paid him attention. He is also a rather clumsy person, and tends to trip over his own feet a lot, or make mistakes easily.

Though, despite the fact that he always acts through kindness and respect, he also tends to think a lot of things about himself. He often feels like a burden because others usually have to explain to him what things mean, and it usually takes forever for him to understand unless someone offers him a book on it, or they do sign language. He also feels like a bit of a let-down because he can't hear what others are saying to him, and he can't respond back to them like a "normal" person would, and it really bothers him in a way. He is always wondering what other people are saying about him, and what they think of him, and he wonders if people like him or not. Despite feeling this about himself, he's usually the first person to try and make others feel happy about themselves, because he would hate for anyone else to feel useless.

As for hobbies, he always had an interest in art. He loved drawing anything, really, well, as long as it moved. He loved nature, animals, heck, he ever loved to draw humans. He considers it mostly a stress-relief, and it helps him relax at the end of the day. He shows a deep fascination for different art styles, and tries to vary in them. Because of this passion for art, he joined an art club in town.

As for another hobby, he also enjoyed reading. If he wasn't drawing or holding a small conversation with the person next to him, the young man usually had his nose in some sort of book, or watching a video of a person telling a story in sign-language. He can read, and write, he just can't form any words with his voice because he didn't even know what words sounded like.

As for things he doesn't like, there are a few things that really do bug him.

Samuel really didn't like dogs. He honestly found them scary, especially since they have big teeth, and they look intimidating.

He also hates when it's too warm in a room. He can't sleep well if the room is hot.

Though he pretends to hate it, he "hates" when people call him "cute" or "adorable", and it instantly makes his face flush different variations of pink.

And the last thing that really bothered him was sour foods... they just tasted bad.

As for his relationship status, Samuel had never dated anyone before. Nobody really gave him a chance to be in a relationship with him... and he felt like a bother because of that. He really wants to be in a relationship, but he feels like nobody would give him the chance to.

 

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

Really, Saturday mornings were the worst. The way that the sun would spill through the windows, despite the fact that there were curtains, although. The way that it usually rained every morning on the weekends in this small town, and it always had the weird, dewy scent that wasn't very much appreciated. The worst part when he woke up late for activities on Saturdays. It's not like he could use an alarm clock, it wasn't like he could hear it even if he tried.

 

Though this morning, to his own surprise, he was actually good on time that morning. He woke up two hours before the class that he signed up for was supposed to take place... He missed the past few classes because of the fact that he couldn't wake up on time. His phone had been called several times, to remind him that the classes were supposed to take place on Saturdays at twelve in the afternoon, though it wasn't like he could hear it. The co-director of the art-club must not have been told that he was deaf.

 

After rolling out of bed that morning, he went through his daily routine; take a shower,put on deodorant brush his teeth, and then go and put a toaster pastry in the over. With all due seriousness, he could never go a day without taking a shower or brushing his teeth...he would probably go crazy if he didn't. He felt like little bugs were crawling on his skin if he didn't take a shower. Also, as childish as it sounded, he refused to eat breakfast if the meal wasn't a toaster precisely... he really did enjoy his sweets early in the morning, especially the pasty white frosting that he liked to draw onto the tart pastry in the shape of a little flower. The only down-side about making these toaster treats was that he had to sit there and watch for it to be just right, given that he couldn't hear when the microwave or toaster went off.

 

After he finished his beloved treat, his towel from his shower lazily tied around his waist, he walked over to his bed-room... he needed to decide what to wear. Honestly, he usually wore whatever he pleased. Of course, he sometimes got awkward stares from people, given his style preference, but it wasn't like he could hear the insults that others spewed at him... he knew that people said negative things to him, he could tell by the look in their eyes, and the way they clenched their fists in disgust, their eyebrows knitted tightly at the top of their eyes.

 

He decided that day to wear a warm, brown sweater that had a purple and an orange stripe doing across the chest. It fit loosely on him, and he found it rather comfortable, and easy to move in, and easy to roll up the sleeves. He also decided on a pair of tight fitting brown jeans... really, he enjoyed his pants tight and his shirts loose. Glancing at himself in the mirror with a small huff, he ran his hands through his hair as he decided on one more item to wear. Grabbing a dark purple beanie off of his counter, he placed it over his brown-haired head, a few tufts coming out from the purple cloth on his head. Finding a plum pair of Vans on the floor, he slipped them onto his tiny feet, and laced them up, humming to himself, despite the fact that he couldn't hear it. He enjoyed the vibrations it gave off.

 

With a pleased smile, the kid with the fluffy, chestnut hair grabbed his satchel off of the bedpost, and headed out of his apartment, locking the door behind him merrily. He was happy that he was going to be on time for once, it also made him glee for the fact that he got to meet new people, and maybe he would actually make a friend. Friends were rare with him...mostly because nobody wanted to put up with his constantly signing hands, moving frantically, trying to make out words, hoping someone would understand. Or people just didn't want to take the time to write to him on paper and wait for him to write back... he mostly lacked friends because others had a lack of patience with him.

 

Walking down the street, the small male huffed, obviously a bit annoyed. Because of the fact that he was deaf, he couldn't even drive a car, which depressed him. But it also meant that he got more time to walk around and become familiar with things, and pass small places he might want to remember to go to later. But thank goodness the art studio was only down the street... he'd go crazy if it was a whole hour walk there.

 

Finally, after fifteen minutes of walking, and twiddling his fingers nervously, the short, young man made it to the studio, shyly opening the door, peaking his head in slightly, seeing as the class hadn't started yet, and there was a bunch of people chatting there, though he couldn't hear it, he could see their mouths moving. Glancing around the classroom, the pale male found the only empty seat... and it was next to a man that was much taller than him. Though the man he sat next to was handsome, he was still a bit intimidating. Setting his bag down on the floor, the young man gently poked the other's shoulder.

 

In the warm, tinted light of the studio, Samuel's faint freckles were visible on his face, dotting his cheeks and the bridge of the nose softly, as if they were delicately placed there. His hair had the slightest bit of an amber tint to it, almost a whiskey color so to say. His smile was large, though it showed no teeth, given his mouth was closed, dimples obviously present as he smiled merrily. Cheeks a faint shade of rose, the other was slightly embarrassed... he hoped that he had gotten the other's attention without being to weird or awkward... it wasn't like he could say "hi" or "what's up", because he had no clue what it sounded like or how to even say it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[greenbunny2468]

“Hey, have you ever thought of being in love as painful?” Yuki barely spears a glance at the women posing in front of his canvas; the way the sun was shining through the windows was hitting the side of her face just right…and maybe a strip of yellow? – Wait! Maybe using orange to make the sunlight in the painting pop would be better…But he could also just use –

 

“Yuki!” The shrill call of his name annoys the young man enough to make him glance at his equally annoyed model, his blank stare and raised eyebrow his response to the women’s stubbornness. “The question! Didn’t you hear me? Answer it!” For a second he wants to ask what’s so damn important about the stupid question and why she wants him so badly to answer it, but a response like that just screams long drawn-out conversation and the male just wants to go back to painting, so he settles for the truth;

 

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been in love.” The gasp the other lets loose at his words only furthers to annoy Yuki because she’s moving – putting back on her clothes, ruining the perfect pose he had instructed her to get in and walking closer to him – closer and closer until she was standing right beside him.

 

“You don’t mind sleeping with anything that’s got legs but you’re too good for falling in love?!” The disbelieve in the other’s voice and the hand she lays on his shoulder are ultimately what makes Yuki decide then and there to never have another female modal ever again. “So?” His reply is just as dispassionate as his face and the incredulous look the other gives him just makes him wanna rip his hair out – he was being truthful to try and avoid this long talk, but now he would have to suffer through it anyway.

 

“That’s –” The sound of a door opening has never been more God-sent to Yuki and he can’t help patting himself on the back for choosing the club room as his place for painting today – and while the club president’s face has never been one he enjoyed seeing, the sneer the other has on his face as he glares at him actually seems more tolerable to Yuki today.

 

“How did you get –” Lifting a key from his pocket and holding it out for the other to see shuts him up much like he had shut up the pouting girl beside him. “Fine. Whatever. The club will be opening soon and…” Giving the women next to Yuki a weary glace before he went on the president stressed his next words. “ – it’d been nice if you could ask your friend to leave since we’ll be pretty full today with all the new members starting.”

 

Needing no more prompting the women raises her hands in a gesture of peace – though not before throwing him a look that says: we’ll talk later. Getting her things together quickly, Yuki finds himself alone quicker with the club president then he thought. The two passing the minutes quietly as more and more people filled the room.

 

Having drifted into a sleep like state as the room filled steady – the noisy background as good as any lullaby – the feeling something pressing into his shoulder startled him into awareness. Raising an eyebrow as he turned his head to the side, guessing the person suddenly sitting next to him was the one who poked him – Yuki simply hummed in the back of his throat and gave the male a questioning look – he hadn’t seen him around before…

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

Honestly, when the man that he poked looked back in his direction, the young man blushed several hues of rose, putting a tulip to shame with ease. Pale, icy blue eyes glanced at the man in front of him.... now he felt embarrassed. Glancing off to the side a bit, twiddling his fingers the slightest bit, his excitement and his fear quite visible in his emotion-filled eyes. Despite the fact that he couldn't speak through his voice, he could convey his feelings through his eyes.

 

Hurriedly, he waved at the other, trying to make him understand that he was indeed the person who poked him. He hoped he didn't seem like an idiot. His fingers were shaking the slightest bit; if he was able to talk, he'd be stuttering at the moment. Shakily, he circled the area where his heart was, signing an 'I'm sorry' to the other male, obviously a bit nervous. Jeez, he really did feel stupid.

 

Blinking a few times, his eyes finally drawing up to actually look at the other's, he noticed the questioning look in his eyes... if he could turn a darker shade of pink, he would have. Though, when his yes caught the slightest spot of orange, he glanced at it, and was nearly in awe when he saw what the other was working on... it was beautiful, really, one of the best paintings that he had ever seen.... he wanted to be able to tell him that.

 

Though, when the thought of telling him came to mind... he instantly remembered; not a lot of people know sign language. Heck, he probably looked like the biggest idiot in this room, especially since he didn't even bother to make it clear that he was deaf. Offering the man a smile, he leaned over and picked up his satchel that he had dropped simply on the floor moments before, and took out a slip of paper, and a pen. Scribbling instantly onto the slightly torn paper, his letters reaching out a bit further than the thin, blue lines that the page held.

 

Holding out the paper gingerly to the other male, he nibbled on his bottom lip, a bit nervous, would this make him look stupid too?

 

On the paper, it read:

 

"I really like your picture.... it's beautiful, one of the prettiest works of art I have ever seen. You have great talent."

 

 

[greenbunny2468]

Yuki thought the male beside him desperately waving around with his frantic hand gestures was cute in an odd way – his trying so hard at apologizing and still trying to hold his attention all at once was cute. If Yuki had every appreciated anything his youngest sister had done it was her showing him a few sign-langue signs – her forcing him to attend impromptu classes in the living room finally paying off as he caught the other signing sorry. Either he doesn’t like to speak, can’t speak, or he’s deaf… There could’ve been more to the other’s story but those were quickest reasons to pop into his head.

 

Watching the other smile and hastily write something down, only to slip a torn piece of paper his way made Yuki glance down at the message, his heart clinching painfully at the other’s written words. Beautiful. People had called his work that so many times Yuki had become dull to hearing it be said – though somehow, the same words written by some stranger resounded louder in his head then anyone else’s compliments ever had. Maybe it was because he looked so sincere – simply happy to let him know he liked it with no ulterior motive but letting the artist know he liked his work; there was no backhanded compliment in the written words and that – that was like a breath of fresh air to Yuki.

 

Deciding the best way to reply to the other was following the other’s lead and writing his own message – Yuki didn’t trust himself to remember the sign for thank-you as well as he did sorry – Yuki retrieved a piece of paper laying in the mess of paints and pens before him and quickly wrote something slipping the paper towards the other;

 

For some reason I don’t hate having you say that…thank you. Yuki Yokum. You?

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

Samuel glanced at the other quickly before glancing back down at his hands in shame, obviously a bit nervous still. Why was this man so handsome? Why did he have to chose someone...like him to talk to? Someone that handsome wouldn't want to talk to him... He hoped that he didn't creep the other man out or anything... he didn't want to get off on a bad start with anyone, because he hated having people not like him. It's not particularly the words themselves that bothered him when people would write to him and tell him that they didn't like him...it was the fact that they held so much hatred in their eyes, and everything that he did in their eyes was wrong.

 

Hands still shaking in his lap, the lithe, chestnut-haired man glanced back up nervously at the other through his slightly messy bangs, his creamy, alabaster fingers reaching up to fix them with a huff, pushing the hair off to the side. He felt a bit intimidated by the other... he felt that if he made one wrong move, and the other would hate him.

 

When he saw the other grab a piece of paper and starting to write, a bit of surprise glinted in the cyan orb possessed by the young artist, his lips forming a bit of a dorky smile as he saw what it said. He giggled softly... he didn't know what he sounded like when he laughed or giggled... but he knew it was a natural reaction, and that it did make a noise, because it caught other peoples' attention when he giggled that way. A brash, dark stain of vermillion tinted his cheeks as he began to scribble down on his piece of paper, writing back to the other.

 

On the paper it read:

"Nice to meet you Mr. Yokum. My name is Samuel Barata. I'm glad that you wrote back. I'm sorry if it's a bother to communicate that way. Do you know sign language by any chance? I can hold a conversation easier that way...sorry for asking, it's totally okay if you don't want to chat."

 

He showed the note to the other man. Honestly, he was going to offer him his phone number, but that seemed ar too brash, and would probably scare someone off instantly. Surprisingly, Samuel could type pretty fast. He enjoyed writing to others, as ironic as that was....using words that he couldn't even say.

[greenbunny2468]

The sound of the other giggling surprised Yuki – what had been funny? Though the noise was harsh and awkward – like the other wasn’t used to laughing or expressing his feelings through sounds – Yuki found himself not minding listening to it; it was almost soothing, the breathy and deep sound was something new to Yuki, and that alone (the fact that it was something out of place in his normal day to day life) made it soothing.

 

Watching the other turn rosy, Yuki wanted to question what brought on both the giggle and the blush – the artist in him always thirsting to know the reason behind someone’s acts; reactions something that always intrigued him, the wonder if he could paint them properly a challenge he was always up for – but the paper the other slid towards him stopped him short – if he wanted to ask it would have to be by paper, huh?

 

Skimming the paper quickly, Yuki picked up two things: one – his name was Samuel, and two – it seemed rejection was something Samuel expected from people and in some part of Yuki, a part that was all mushy and feelings and not rough jagged edges filled with darkness and suppressed depression – that made him mad. Being disliked for who or what he was – that was something Yuki could relate to. Getting a piece of paper of his own Yuki wrote a follow up message and slid it towards the other.

 

I don’t mind it. This paper thing isn’t so bad, and I could ask you for a french-fries but that’s how far my sign language goes - it seems we’ll just have to keep passing notes. I’m in your care.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

Samuel glanced up at the other with nervous eyes, his eye-brows slightly lifting as he was questioning the other, bringing his knees up to his chest as his small form filled the slightly unsteady chair. Wrapping his lithe, warm eyes around his legs, the other looked at Yuki with a soft glance. His teeth were slightly biting into his lower lips, his eyes batting a few times, covering his icy blue orbs with sinfully dark eye-lashes. Truly, Samuel was a gentle person, who was obviously shy, yet happy at the same time.

 

When the other slid the piece of paper back in his direction, the chestnut-haired boy rubbed his eyes lazily before grabbing the paper with one hand, and lifted it so that he could read it. Samuel did take a few moments to comprehend it...he could read it, and understand it, it just took him a moment or two. Sighing softly, a small smile came to his face, his freckled cheeks holding a bit of a rosier hue.

 

Grabbing his pen with his slightly shaky hands, the young man began to write back to the other. When he wrote back to the other, it was in cursive hand-writing. It was still fairly sloppy, given that he was still learning how to get neater hand-writing. Blushing a bit darker as he realized how bad his hand-writing was.... he felt even more embarrassed.

 

Smiling softly as he slipped the paper back to the other, he instantly wrapped his arm back with his other around his legs, cradling himself the slightest bit.

 

The paper read:

 

"It's fine, I totally understand that. I'm sorry for expecting you to... I'd offer to teach you, but I'm sure you wouldn't want to study another language for someone that you just met randomly at an art class. I can...offer you my phone number, I can text faster than I can write....sorry to be bothersome. It's nice chatting with you...

[greenbunny2468]

His phone number… Yuki would’ve needed one to give the other it, but the young man had never seen the reason for one. Spending most of his time painting with no friends and no one who wanted to actively get in touch with him besides his mom left the man counting a cell phone as an unneeded expense. Though he did have a house phone – that particular item would do Yuki no good for him with this.

 

Feeling a little regretful about the phone thing, and slightly troubled that the other sounded so doubtful in his words yet again, Yuki wrote a quick reply – uncaring that the class was beginning.

I’ve only known art. Nothing else. Learning something new…that doesn’t seem so bad – if you’ll have me I wouldn’t mind having you as a teacher. And, I don’t have a phone…so…

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

The younger male smiled softly as the other grabbed the paper. Really, this man was nice despite the fact he looked so intimidating. Nibbling the bottom of his lip, the little chestnut-haired boy sighed softly, and gently glanced up at the other, his icy, yet warm eyes curious.

 

He wondered, what was this man's interests? What things really got his mind going? He felt rather curious... he wanted to know more. Although he knew it would take a bit of time due to the fact that he couldn't just speak like a normal person to the other. Bringing up his hand to his bottom lip, he gently nibbled on the tip of his little finger, his freckled cheeks holding the dark, rosy hue that it was holding before, though it was slowly fading. He was obviously oblivious to the fact that the class was starting, given that he couldn't even hear the instructor talking. It's not like he could even pay attention if he couldn't hear the instructor talking. He was mostly here to socialize and to draw his own stuff on his canvas.

 

When the other handed him the letter, he scanned it over quickly, still taking a few moments to actually put it down and bring his red colored pen to the paper. Samuel loved the color red.... it was vibrant, and beautiful...and it reminded him of flowers. He loved flowers so much... and they had such a warm, heart-felt sentiment to them that he enjoyed greatly.

 

Handing the piece of paper back to the other, he felt like he was being a little bit broad with his statement.

 

So um... I'd willingly help you learn it. If you want, you can just come back with me to my apartment, or we can um...go someplace else, if you're uncomfortable with that idea...I'm sorry if I'm coming off as broad. You just seem like a really nice person. After this...if you want to, maybe you can come over for tea? I won't poison you or anything, don't worry...that statement probably just seems even more suspicious....sorry.

 

He was mostly rambling to himself in the letter, obviously just writing down exactly what was on his mind.

[greenbunny2468]

He was considering it that thought alone had the young male clenching the pen in his hand unconsciously tighter – he hadn’t remembered the last time he had gone over to someone else’s home with the aspect of his clothes staying on a prospect of the visit. And Chatting! When was the last time he had talked to someone without them being the only one who wanted to hold the conversation? It was so long ago Yuki couldn’t remember the last time he actually talked to someone actively.

 

There was just something about Samuel that made his more human side fight to come to the surface – he wanted to talk and figure out this a happily smiling man that was so open the expression “wearing your heart on your sleeve” wouldn’t be able to fully express how open he was in his ramblings – but then there was the part of the man that made Yuki really interested. It was his broken side, his soft spoken way that made Yuki feel the only way to approach the man without scaring him farther was to dig up that long dead part of him and freely share his own feelings with the other. And the brunette, soft features and a warm light about him that was somehow burning Yuki, melting him, washing away that rough part of him – this brunette was so easy to want to open up to.

 

Smiling – the stiff muscles in face moving to warrant the action of the upward twitch of his lips felt weird to Yuki, it felt like he was straining muscles he would regret straining later when more pain hit him – but he wanted to smile for Samuel;

 

“I’ll go.” Catching his mistake a moment too late, Yuki quickly griped a piece of paper and wrote the same words he had spoken out loud on the paper before passing it to the other.

 

I’ll go

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

Samuel cocked his head the slightest bit as the other moved his mouth, obviously confused by the sudden action. What was he saying? It wasn't as if he knew the forms of the mouth when someone spoke, and it wasn't like it mattered anyways to him. Rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand, the brunette looked down at his feet with a small huff, the slightest rose hue tainting his cheeks.

 

Though, when he saw the other caught his mistake, he smiled lightly to himself. Really, the fact the other male remembered his disability, well...it was rather sweet. The fact that someone cared enough to write what they just said down on paper so that he could understand.

 

When he took the paper in his small, slightly freckled hands, the porcelain hands quivering the slightest bit as he reached for his red pen, clicking it so that the point stuck out of the end of it. With a small huff, the younger male began to scribble his reply back on the back of the paper, the paper already filling up from their previous discussion.

 

Checking his written response with a nervous smile... he noticed that he wrote the "k" in "okay" wrong, and he nearly lit up a brighter color than he had before. Really, this was embarrassing to him... he had to communicate with the other...and he couldn't even do that properly. Placing the piece of paper back on the table, the young man before to scribble back his response with a shaky huff, looking rather concentrated on the task ahead.

 

On the note, it said:

 

"Okay. I'm glad that you agreed."

 

And next to the response, there was a small kitty-face, with a small smile on it's muzzle, a nervous laugh coming from the brunette. He had scribbled out his other response with a cat-face.

[greenbunny2468]

Yuki didn’t know that last time he doodled was – and looking down at the little doodled cat on the bottom of the other’s note conflicting feelings arose in him. On one hand, that harsh, brash perfectionist in him wanted to point the flaws out, make the other redraw it over and over until it looked more realistic – until it was as perfect as it could be. But the side of him that had surfaced upon meeting Samuel wanted to smile again and make one of his own, but instead of following the instinct of either raging side, Yuki simply got another piece of paper and wrote something to the other, following the realization his mistake had brought on;

 

You don’t seem the type to accept money for the lesson – forgive me if I’m wrong in my guess, but how about instead of money we trade? I’ll teach you about art, and you teach me sign language.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

 

Samuel huffed softly when he saw the older man gaze at the paper. Was he critiquing it? Samuel sighed, glancing at his hands with sad eyes as he thought to himself. He had a more cartoon-ish style, and liked to draw pictures that closely related to the style of manga. Face holding an embarrassed look, the other avoided Yuki's eyes, obviously too flushed, not wanting him to see his face.

 

When he saw the paper slide back over to him, he blinked quietly. He expected some form of critique, something that would tell him to draw better and be more realistic with what he did. Though, when he saw what was written, another sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed one of his eyes crankily.

 

Taking the scarlet colored pen into his hand, he began to scribble down a reply, only taking a few moments that time. Once he completed the note, he moved the paper towards him.

 

The message read;

 

"So it would be like we are teaching each other something in return, yeah? Well, that works. I'm glad that you offered I suppose."

[greenbunny2468]

Yuki could feel a headache coming on as the president’s voice drowned on in the background to his chat with Samuel – it was like listening to nails on a chalkboard. Wondering idly as he glance down at Samuel’s reply, an eyebrow raising cursorily as he took in the word “suppose" – Yuki questioned himself why he still bothered coming to these classes. The president was prattling on about lines and how creating a grid or using squares as an outline for their structure was the best way for beginners to ensure that their shapes were symmetrical while drawing – and it was great that the president would go out of his way to teach the newer arrivals and all, but – he was bored out of his mind. Like he always was as he recycled through the same classes each year.

 

So, Yuki supposed, biting the bottom of his pen as he thought about the way he wanted to word what he was going to ask the male beside him, going to these dull classes year after year was better than being cooped up in his apartment with some women protruding her chest out to much as she acted as his model while the young man painted. Human interaction was…nice... In small doses outside of his private space – requirements the classes filled easily.

 

Choosing that plain and simple was best when questioning someone, Yuki scribbled two words in his neat calligraphy on a piece of paper and slid it over to Samuel’s side – the thoughts about why, slipping his mind as he found himself awaiting the others reply to his words;

 

You suppose? Is there something not to your liking about our…arrangement?

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

The tiny boy was watching the other write with rather sleepy eyes. This class was boring. The teacher was probably calling him out for not paying attention... but it wasn't like he could hear him, so he didn't really care all that much. Resting his head softly on the desk that was in front of him, he stared at the other, paying attention to the little things... like the way the other would write, or the way the other would stare into nothingness, as if he were concentrated on other thoughts... this was rather relaxing.

 

 

When he took the paper off of the desk and read it to himself, he let out a small huff, and put the red pen away and put it in his bag. He then took out a dark purple pen and began to write again, his movements rather slow and leisured, not really in the mood to write fast anymore... he felt a bit tired. It was evident in his eyes... Though he still wanted to spend time with the man today.

 

Slipping the note back to him with a small sigh, the young man rubbed one of his eyes rather softly. When he raised his hand to do so, it was obvious that the sweater was too big on him, given the sleeve slid down his arm and pooled at his elbow.

 

The note said::

 

I have no problem with our arrangement. Though you may have some issues teaching me...given I can't hear you.

 

Oh, and um...maybe after this lesson is over, can we stop by the cafe? I know that I invited you to my house...well, apartment, but I'm kind of tired and would probably fall asleep if we went back to the apartment...it would be rude to fall asleep while a guest is there. I still want to spend time with you today.

[greenbunny2468]

Yuki could feel something squirm inside of him at how cute the droopy eyed man trying to fight the tiredness engulfing him was. It was disconcerting to Yuki that he was finding the other to be the most adorable thing he had come across in a while. The larger clothes drowning the lithe frame only making the smaller male appear even smaller making Yuki fell like he was even taller then he already was – it was strangely empowering feeling to appear so large beside someone else…

 

Letting the fragmented thoughts pass slowly through his head, Yuki looked at the note, and the corner of his lips twitched upwards as he started writing his own reply.

 

Art is more than just drawling, Samuel. Have you ever thought about trying sculpting? I think hands as lovely as yours were made especially for that type of art, and coffee sounds nice – and so does skipping. Shall we?

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

Samuel smiled rather softly in the other's direction, a bit of warmness in his eyes. He was generally a happy person... even though it looked like he was going to pass out from being so tired. Rubbing his eyes with his rather lithe, skinny, yet small hands, he did this in a rather feline-like manner, licking his lips softly once he was done. He often licked his lips when he was thinking about something.

 

Samuel was thinking about how big and strong this man looked compared to him... the young freckled boy honestly wished that he could be like that, and have a big build... but instead, he was kind of scrawny, his ribs usually the slightest bit visible when he took off his shirt. The freckled boy found himself staring at the man, as if he were intrigued... he wondered what the plane of his back looked like, and how deep the curve was near the end... he wondering how many inches the man actually towered over him, but the most intriguing thing about the man was his eyes...they were so lovely and rich in color... he was quite curious... snapping out of the small trance that he was in, he instantly blushed a rather dark color, hiding his hands in his face from embarrassment at first.

 

Carefully taking his hands off of his face, he grabbed his pen and quickly scribbled back on the paper, trying to avoid eye-contact with the other... he probably thought he was weird now...

 

Pushing the paper back, it read:

 

Yeah, let's skip... um...well, if you still want to. Sorry for staring at you like that...but um...you have pretty eyes. They're beautiful, actually... and um...sculpting sounds like it would be fun... can you teach me?

 

 

[greenbunny2468]

Yuki had felt the other’s stare running over different parts of his body, the smoldering fire in that steady gaze had lit something like liquid fire throughout Yuki’s body wherever the other looked. It suddenly felt too hot in just the t-shirt and jeans he was wearing – the heat still burning inside him when the other covered his face with his hands, something Yuki idly found himself glad for – he didn’t know if he could’ve taken anymore of the other’s intense gaze.

 

Quickly looking down at the note to try and distract his mind from the heat running through his body, Yuki was shocked at the compliment that lied there. His eyes were…beautiful? Yuki had never had that said to him before. Sure he had been called handsome and women had picked out the parts of him that they found most attractive and complimented him on them but they were always shallow compliments about some part of his body…no one had ever noticed his eyes before.

 

The sudden intuitiveness from the other made Yuki take in the being that was Samuel more closely, searching for his own part of the other that he found beautiful like Samuel had found his eyes; looking carefully Yuki found that the other wasn’t so much as cute but a work of art with soft features and aquamarine eyes that seemed to glimmer in the sunlight when he looked up from under his thick black lashes. The lithe form of Samuel held a type of magical beauty the longer Yuki gazed at him – finding something new to notice each time he looked down at the other’s attractive figure.

 

Thank you, but if you want to truly see something beautiful you should look in the mirror, Samuel. I’ve never met someone as…enchanting as you. I would love to teach you sculpting.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

Samuel blinked a few times as the other looked at him, as if scanning his body for specific details... it made his cheeks flush a hue darker, his aquamarine eyes lightly covered by the thick, black lashes that usually entrapped them. His teeth lightly dug into the pale, rosy flesh of his bottom lip... why was the other looking at him like that?

 

Though, Samuel was curious about the other too.... How did that soft looking skin actually feel? Were the other's hands rough, or delicate? Were his lips smooth, or lightly chapped? What about what hid beneath his shirt? Did he have chiseled features beneath it, or firm, smooth flesh? The freckled wanted to know what each, little part of him felt like.

 

How did the other smell? Did he smell brash and bold? Or did he smell calm and soothing?

 

Though, when the paper was slid back in his direction, he read it, cutting his thoughts from his head... it was rather embarrassing... it really was. It was sad that he was so pathetic to the point where he was already thinking about the other in...those type of ways.

 

Blushing when he saw the letter, he instantly put his hands out in front of him, shaking his hands, and his head, as if he was refusing what he was saying, before he frantically began to scribble down his reply on paper, as if his movements were brash, trying to get everything written down quickly.

 

Sliding it back towards the other, it said::

 

I'm really flattered, Yuki, but I'm not that beautiful. We should get going before the class actually ends and we can't really "skip" it anymore... And thank you so much for teaching me how to sculpt, I'm sure you're a great teacher.

 

Carefully, Samuel reached forward and tugged on the older man's hand, holding it in his own, trying to make it so they could leave... he knew that some of the students were giving them awkward glares, and it was making the deaf boy rather uncomfortable.

 

 

[greenbunny2468]

The other’s hand was soft, noted Yuki idly, smooth like silk, but warm and ample. Giving the other’s hand an experimental squeeze Yuki delighted in the warmth that flowed into his own from the others – the steady heartbeat pulsing into his hand from their intertwined hands strangely comforting. Yuki couldn’t remember the last time he had held another’s hand – it was nice. The feeling of being attached to someone else was certainly nice.

 

Unable to talk with the other since they were now both standing, Yuki settled for tilting his head in the direction of the back door in a silence gesture of lead the way.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

Samuel blushed softly as the other squeezed his hand. The freckled boy slowly slipped one of his fingers into one of the crevices between the other's fingers, slowly interlocking their fingers, so that when he laid his hand against the other's, they palms touched. Gulping, slightly nervous by the fact he was holding hands with someone, the other made a rather faint noise of nervousness, which was a bit of a shaky sigh, though it wasn't like he noticed, given he couldn't hear himself.

 

Slowly, he got up from his seat, and rather softly, tugged on the other's hand, as if trying to tell him that he was ready to get going. He was obviously really nervous, given the fact that his teeth massaged into his lower lip, his eyes holding a bit of a panicked look, and his cheeks holding a rosy hue to them.

[greenbunny2468]

Yuki tried to smile reassuringly at the other when he noticed the way Samuel’s face flushed brightly with nervousness. Trying to ease the other’s panic Yuki absentmindedly started tracing circles on the back of the other’s hand, the movement slightly awkward with their intertwined digits, but the strain it put on his index finger didn’t bother Yuki any – since he couldn’t express that he was there for the other with words, he would settle with touch.

 

Which didn’t bother Yuki, he had never been much of a speaker; he had always expressed himself through his hands with painting – now it was just matter of turning brush strokes that spread the feeling of worry or fear on his easel across to Samuel with touches. And somehow Samuel made the switch easy for him; the need to let the other know he was there for him made Yuki’s smile spread a little wider and his hand clutch Samuel’s hand snugger in his own. His body trying to convey what his mouth couldn’t:

 

Don’t worry, I’m here

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

Samuel smiled softly as they left the area; the place was crowded anyways, and it was a bit awkward to not even hear what the teacher was saying... not like it was really that much of a concern to Samuel anyways, given that he tended to just doodle during classes and then look up the rest of what he was supposed to learn later in the day. Really, that was how Samuel learned things by himself... it was easier that way instead of having others worry about him...

 

Feeling the other making small circles on his hand really eased him... it made him feel nice. Looking towards the other, he nodded firmly and tried to walk with him towards the door. He could feel the atmosphere in the room change rather drastically as they made their ways towards the door... he knew that other people were angry, he could tell by the way that the room felt heavy. Thank goodness he couldn't hear what the teacher was yelling, and the insults coming from the students. The students were obviously mad about the two men holding hands, though Samuel didn't really know that. Samuel never understood the situation really, and why people considered this to be wrong... he just enjoyed it. He also didn't understand the concept of gender boundaries... but that's because he had a whole different view on everything and anything... it's because he saw things with different eyes, and never heard what anyone else had to say.

[greenbunny2468]

Yuki had never worried about what others thought about him – his cold attitude had always made him something untouchable – feared. Yet, the way the class was exploding with harsh insults filled with homosexual slurs made Yuki’s blood boil like it hadn’t in a long while. Who were they to say such things about Samuel and him – it wasn’t like they were ditching class to have sex or something, they didn’t have the right to down talk them so harshly. Yuki was so livid he wouldn’t mind –

 

Though all thoughts of physical violence left his mind as he focused on the presser of Samuel’s hand in his – they didn’t matter right now, this hand did. Giving the other’s hand other quick squeeze, Yuki breathed a sigh of relief when they got closing to the door. When they reached it he practically pushed the door open so hard the frame rattled – to hell with them, the artist thought as he walked hand and hand with Samuel out into the crisp evening air - Yuki thought easily as the advance down that street that he wouldn’t mind any scorn that came with holding this hand as long Samuel allowed him to hold it.