Boys will be Boys [Private]

[Kimi]

Tokihokou Jirou
Time Walker

A small smirk peeked out from under the hooded cloak, the fading sunlight casting an eerie glow on silver hair. Pale white, nearly silver eyes bathed in shadow, the world all but ignored by their owner as they scanned the area. "He should be here any minute now." a voice whispered, the letters sharp in the silence of the world. "Yeah. Sure he will." was the snarky reply. "Didn't I tell you to stay home anyway?" the grumbled reply sounded louder than intended, causing the speaker to shake their head. A small bag on the ground clanks as the motion upsets their delicate balance, and the figure scrambles to pick it up. As the figure did so, their hood fell of, revealing the bright silver hair and long braid iconic to one young Tokihokou Jirou.

The young boy stood in silence, leaning with his back up against the wall. His scythe, a good two feet taller than himself, was leaning beside him. That, coupled with his jet black cloak, gave him an almost grim reaper-esque look. Was that on purpose? Who knows. Certainly not the writer, who is far too busy listening to music to theorize on their character's choice of dress. Anyway. Jirou sighed. Of course Isoku couldn't listen to him, and stay home for -one day- so he could spend it in peace with his only other friend. Leave it to Iso to be the jealous, clingy type. "Iso! If you aren't gonna go home, at least stay outta the way." he hissed, a gust of wind blowing his long braided strand of hair off to the side. All in all, balancing a social life was difficult. Especially when Iso was your best friend. For some reason, even Youta didn't acknowledge Isoku's existence. It was a fact that bothered Jirou greatly, though he wouldn't let it stop them from becoming fast friends. The fire-boy was, at least, willing to spend time doing....more adventurous things. It was a nice feeling.

It was also the reason Jirou was standing outside in the fading sunlight, instead of heading back to his attic-dungeon of a room. The fading light wouldn't be a problem, however, as their target location was well-lit by a light outside the building. Well, as well lit as any no-gooder would want it to be. In any case, it was much better than doing it in broad daylight. Jirou shifted the bag of goodies, flinching as the metal cans clinked together. He supplied his half of the paint for the evening's activities - two cans of a rather pretty shade of purple. He only hoped Youta wouldn't forget his contribution of blue to the mix. Then again, why would he forget. Without that, their entire night wouldn't work out. Jirou was certain he'd remember. "I think that's him." Iso muttered, completely ignoring Jirou's request to stay out of the way. The boy turned his head towards the shadowed figure, squinting in an attempt to identify them before they got close enough to identify him. Based on their height...it had to be the flame bringer.​

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[Yukata Yuki]

The sun was being devoured by a bright haired figure sitting on a cliff above Iwa. He enjoyed sun bathing as it gave him strength. His fiery hair flowed in the suns beams of pure energy as if the solar winds themselves descended to lift his locks from his head. His eyes captured the light in their coal black depths as the sun finally began setting. He was charged up and ready for the fun the evening would provide.

Whether they got caught or not was besides the point. This was for pure fun! They could do whatever they wanted, who was going to stop them? Even if someone did catch them and punish them, what would they accomplish? Ninja like Jirou and himself deserved to have their name planted on the face of Iwa! The metal was silent in his backpack as he had wrapped it up to prevent clinking. His half of the supplies were in order and he knew Jirou had the other. Jirou was a better at this, but Youta practiced everyday the design till it was perfected. Now all that remained was to get to the destination un-noticed. Such a feat was difficult considering the target location.

Jumping off the cliff free dive style, Youta plummeted towards the ground like a rocket. As he descended, he pointed his hands towards the ground and fired a continuous stream of invisible heat. The jet like stream of energy slowed his descent as well as scorched the ground. "oops" he said sarcastically as he took to the roofs. Jumping quickly and quietly from roof to roof he would make it to the spire on time. He dropped into an opposite alley way from where Jirou was to meet him. Keeping to the shadows, he would cross over the street in a slow attention depleting pace. His hands were stuck in his hoodie pockets, pulling down the skull design on the front till it was completely visible. Once on the other side, the lights flickered on to compensate for the loss of daylight. Perfect timing.

"Ready to do this?" he smirked mischievously as he pulled out a couple of shades of blue from his backpack, still wrapped in cloth. He would need the alcohol soaked cloth to wash away any mistakes. "Theres still time to back out" he joked as he knew Jirou would not pansy out on him. He had done other reckless things with him in the past, nothing this serious though. 'Heh look at him, hes totally amped up' he thought as he popped the top of both cans simultaneously.

 

[Kimi]

Tokihokou Jirou
Time Walker

The near silent scoff was unavoidable. The thought of him, Jirou, backing out of something this incredibly AWESOME wasn't even a consideration. If anything, it would be Youta who would be more likely to chicken out last-minute. But, he showed up. That counts for a lot. This was a big day...evening...night...whatever you want to call it. The two of them may have done other things together in the past, but this time...this time was different. They were really going to get noticed. Whether they would get caught or not is a different story all together. He snatched the two cans out of the bag, mirroring the red-head's motions. The purples and blues were a creative choice on their part. It would be unique, something that would surely stand out. Not only that, but they were a stark contrast to the bland color of the wall. It'd be impossible not to notice their handiwork when they finished. Were they worried about someone catching them? Nah. Even if they did get caught, it was worth it. They deserved this. And nobody could tell them otherwise. "This is dumb. Why would you get your name up in lights when nobody else does?" shut up Iso. Did you not see the last sentence? NOBODY could tel them otherwise. Not even you, you dumb piece of shit best friend. "Perfect timing!" Jirou nodded to his companion, turning towards their blank canvas. "I was worried that I'd have to start without you!" he snirked.

He looked again at his companion, before turning back to the wall. The image of what they were drawing filled his mind, and he held that there as a solid working point. The blue and purple flames reached out from his thought, through to the cans in his grasp. With a sweep of an arm, the first scar of purple raged across the wall. The color was perfect. "Youta and I make an awesome team." he observed, not for the first time. "We make a better one." How did Iso know what he was thinking? That boy was strange sometimes. He really seemed to know things he shouldn't. Either way, his comment didn't deserve a reply. Isoku may always be there, he may have been Jirou's first friend, but Youta was fast becoming the better partner in crime. The better friend. He wouldn't say any of that aloud, of course. It would come off as strange, and probably a little rude to Isoku. Jirou then glanced at the other boy, excited to watch his contribution to their masterpiece. It was exhilarating. They were gonna be the focus!​

 

[Yukata Yuki]

Youta dealt with the purples and he dealt with the blues. It wouldn't take either of them long to perform the tasks necessary to build the outline to the awesome image they were making. A cloth from under Youta's hood came up and covered his face like a mask. He did that to keep out the fumes, though honestly he could still smell it. Youta loved the smell of spray paint, even if he did cover his face. The blues were a great blend with the purples and a striking contrast from the buildings color. "What we doing afterwards? Ya know, assuming we get away with this" He laughed as he made a wide arc of blue for a huge flame. "We could tag more places, but I think one masterpiece is good for the evening, how about we go chill in the spot?" he suggested, meaning the place they always retreated too to relax, somewhere no one went. He enjoyed hanging out on the cliff tops nearby, looking over the village.

They finished the outline and began the intricate coloring. It was fun mixing the purple and blues the way they did as a team. If they had not practiced this several times it might not have gone so smoothly, but they were pro at this point! The image was reaching its final conclusion.

( I know, short, but I need muse gaain XD. help?)