It's not that I don't like you... [Closed, PG-13]

[Ellie]

Landon Drummond [A wizard, now nearing the age of nineteen, played by Ellie] is writting in a Library somewhere in downtown London.

[Note:THIS IS NOT SET AT HOGWARTS. It's in London. It really has nothing to do with the wizarding world, as Landon has denounced his ability to do magic and is living the life of an average muggle. But he is a wizard, so here we go.]

His studies are interupted by a young man named Akiiki Wechinouwski [Muggle, played by Rin]

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Libraries, no matter what time of day, were always the best places to be. In a place such as a museum, it wasn't you that people were looking at, or concentrating on. It was the books. You were just another face in the crowd. No one cared to know you're name, why you were there, or how you got there. You're appearance didn't matter, because, no one was looking at you anyway. This is how he preferred it. This was how all people should have preferred it, but many didn't. Most longed to be in the critical eyes of society, making themselves perfect for the people who could have cared less about them anyway. Not him, not Landon Drummond.

Reading was his fancy. People, had never interested him. Being one of the more, antisocial boys growing up, he had never had much luck with friends, and girlfriends for that matter. Taller than most boys his age, skinny, shaggyhaired, not very used to his body... no one usually gave him a second thought. He had grown to accept that, like it even. Now that he had graduated Hogwarts, and gotten a steady enough job to help pay for his writting classes, none of the trivial school drama seemed to matter.

It would never matter again. Even if he had managed to become a not to bad looking young man. His form was, naturally, beginning to fill out, and the shaggy dusky blonde hair worked rather nicely now that he had learned to tame it down.

Landon, or Mik, as his very few friend callee him, had found a good spot on in vacant chair in one of the more deserted parts of the Library. A thick notebook propped on his knee and his back hunched ever so slightly. Writting assignment. Thick rimmed, black glasses perched on the end of his nose, he could look through them when he needed to write, and not use them to look at the room around him. Far sighted. It was a pain, yes, but he had learned to deal with it back at Hogwarts. He had, since then, found glasses that more suited his face. Humming a small tune to himself, he continued his short story, a few pages already ripped out and cast asside in a rather flustered manor.

[Rin]

Akiiki happened not to be in a very good mood. Which was quite rare for him, small things kept on occurring all day that were just simply… upsetting. He wandered down the streets mind in fume, everything passing by him in a blur.Wisps of black hair fell into his eyes and with a hasty hand he moved them away from his face.

He needed something to do... something to cool his mind. So he decided to treat himself to a round of his favorite pastime; people watching. Well more of people stalking, were he wished to go, which was a library located in the dusty part of town.


So time soon found Akiiki in the archives of above mentioned library. He breathed in the scent, savoring it. Books had been his first love. Forgetting what he had come to the library for, Akiiki grabbed a book at random, cracking open the pages and taking in what the volume had to offer.
Through the space removing the book had created, he thought he saw something move. Peering through the books empty enclosure, Akiiki glimpsed a young boy.
A young attractive boy.

A boy who seemed to be in the height of the temperment of an artist. He looked to be a writer he mused, though much musing was not required as Akiiki spied the lad's face twist in angst and rip paged form the book he was writing in.

Mmm, artists happened to be one of his favorites. All the creative flames bound up in them always made them interesting lovers. He missed artists...

Akiiki’s face changed at the glimpse of this person, something about him brought out the…Cheshire in him.

Akiiki replaced the book and rounded the bookshelf, till he came to the table were the lad sat. Upon reaching this place Akiiki seated himself on the table in front of the boy, and then set fire to the end of one the black cigarettes he stored in his coat pocket.

Just sitting there, watching this boy, while practically ontop of him. It would take seconds for the boy to notice him he figured.

And then the fun would begin...

[Ellie]

Landon could feel someone’s eyes on him. Why was someone staring at him?! He came here NOT to be gawked or stared at, and someone was doing in from somewhere close. He had half a mind to just get up and walk away, but that would have left his writing half finished, and he needed this for a morning class. Scowling, he was beginning to lose his concentration over someone he didn't even know who felt the need to look at him.

Shoving his glasses up onto his nose, he stared at the fresh page of the notebook, hoping the person would be distracted by a new book or another person. Tapping his pen on the wooden table, the eyes were still boring into him; he could hear feet coming his way. Leg bouncing nervously, his eyes widened to about twice their size when someone jumped onto the table he was writing at. Jerking back so his spine touched the back of the chair he stared at the person who was now smoking on the table.

“Excuse me…” He said darkly, holding a hand over his mouth and nose. If this person had any sense at all they wouldn’t have even started smoking in a Library. It was disrespectful, not to mention bothersome to the people who had asthma, as Landon sadly did. “Would you mind putting that out? Cigarette smoke reeks havoc on the lungs.” The sentence came out smoothly, but Landon was doing everything possible to keep his anger well hidden. He didn’t appreciate people sitting on his work and smoking above him. Who would?

[Rin]

Akiiki smiled and blew a puff of smoke into the face of Landon before putting out the cigarette on the leg of his pants, burning a hole threw the fabric and marring his skin with a red mark.
"Are you pleased then love? And what is it that you are up to...?"

With the last question he leaned over and peered at the pages of Landon's notebook, with his cigarette out, but still being held as if he would still attempt to smoke it.

"If you are doing homework that has histroy as a topic lad, I would assist you. Or anything else you may need... help in. Anything your mind might come across I could attempt... for a price."

Akiiki's smile stretched across his face as he leaned back relaxing more on the surface of the table. Oh he liked this boy, and he knew that his words would undue his type of persona.
Akiiki certainly liked the idea of undoing someone, it thrilled hom that he has only just begun.
Akiiki blew a kiss to the boy with a slight snicker and went back to relaxing waiting for the boy to make his next move.

The game had begun.

[Ellie]

Flinching back about as far as he could, the smoke hit him in the face when he had least expected it. This man had no respect for anything, blowing that foul, disgusting smoke everywhere with no regard for the people around him. One girl had already gathered her things together and stalked away, giving them both a cold stare. He didn't care much if she was offended, but he was offeded too, and anything that offended Landon was to be taken care of immedietly. That was just how it was.

"Oh, quite pleased." He coughed out, giving this, person a cold stare as they suggested they could be of help with anything, for a price. Landon wouldn't pay him a cent for anything, ever. he had half a mind to tell him so, but was quite distracted as he sprawled himself all over Landon's books and work. Left eye twitching as it always did when he held in his rage, he closed his dull brown eyes and took a few calming breaths.

"I'm not working on history, I don't need yourself, and if you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you moved youself somewhere other than on my schoolwork." If there was anyway to describe the way he spoke, it would be harsh and rather pointedly. These antics, laying on tables and blowing kisses were not appreciated. Somewhere in his little speach he had stood up, reaching his six foot two and staring down at this annoying person who had decided it wa the perfect day to be a prat. Reminded him of Gary Wallace...

[Rin]

Akiiki's eyes became wide and innocent as he curled his legs to his chest on the table, resting his head on his bent knees. His head lay cocked on his folded legs, observing 'his boy. He had begun to refer to this boy as his, about... oh five seconds ago.
Something about him reminded him of his sister, and vague thoughts of Kesi surfaced. One of their similarities seemed to be that they both became enraged easily.
He must get to know this boy… Akiiki reached out a hand, and brushed his cheek with his thumb.

“You.” He said this and stared into the boy’s eyes, oblivious of the piercing stare that had been aimed at him. “Are striking.” Akiiki’s eyes then became glazed over in thought, they cleared and he spoke again. “You wouldn’t happen to like Lucky Charms would you? No you wouldn’t would you?” Akiiki shook his head and laughed.

“I’m sorry heart, something about you makes me think foolish… I am Akiiki Wechinouwski, I’m sorry I cannot help you with anything. I only wish you needed help with History, it is my favorite of all topics… I work at the museum you see, maybe you have been? You are an artist other than a writer yes? You look like it, though you don’t play an instrument… no you don’t have that look…”

Akiiki trailed off and then lit up another cigarette, took a puff and then looked back to the boy…. What was his name? He didn’t even know his own lover’s, (that is soon to be lover) own name.

“I just remembered you don’t like the smoke of Black Magic’s, I will put it out… granted you let me have your name. Your name and a cup of coffee with you.”

[Ellie]

Still holding in a bit of resentment and a lot of anger, Landon almost fell out of his chair when Akiiki touched his face. Quite a flincher, Landon was, one of the reasons he never played sports. Or did anything that would cause him to flinch. Rather unbecoming, flinching. And now he was calling him... what? What was that? Striking! Coughing loudly, and almost tripping over the chair he had just fallen out of, this sort of behavior was not common for Landon.

"What? Did you just... excuse me?" His eyes were wide behind his thick rimmed glasses, a great deal of hair falling out of his stubby ponytail looking rather frazzled about his face. More people had gotten up and left their area of the library, mummbling and staring darkly. This was no good, at all. Now the conversation, held only by Akiiki, had turned to cereal, which Landon chose to ignore altogether. Along with the artist bit. He drew, and actually played the saxophone, but he didn't need to know any of that.

Fighting the desire to push Mr. Wechinouwski off the table in spite, his face contorted angrily, and then he slumped into his chair, defeated. There wasn't much to do was there? Something about this man, this Akiiki, left him at a loss for words and a loss for having a thought in his head that made sense.

"Fine," He said bitterly, rapping his pen on the table, "My name is Landon Drummond, but call me Mikhail if you will..." If this Akiiki had to know his name, he'd prefer it if he used his middle name. It was a much better name to go by. And he could go for some coffee NO NO NO. You're only doing this because... wait, why are you doing this? Landon was at a loss. He had just agreed to have coffee with the strangest person alive, when he could have simply walked away. He was losing it, really, truly losing it.

[Rin]

Akiiki smiled as if he was a toddler getting his way. In a sense, he was a child getting his way, and Akiiki loved getting his own way.
Akiiki jumped off the table as soon as he heard Landon's response.

"Wonderous!" Akiiki then put his cigarette out, once again on his leg, leaving a mark next to one that was twin of it on the leg of his pants.
Akiiki then turned back to Landon, taking him in, in a slow look, a smirk of satisfaction written across his face.

"You love truley are quite conspicuous, hasn't anyone ever mentioned that to you? Or do you only have blind friends? If you only have blind friends... would that mean they would all be in love? Certainly then you are not taken, so I shall keep you for my own. Magnificent Mikhi..." Akiiki smirked again and looked Landon in the eyes dead on, his manner seemed to age decades.
"You don't like praise over much do you now? I then shall tortue you will it until I find fault with you." In in the blink of an eye, his manner changed once again to that of a jester.

"Well then Mikhi... you do not care that I call you Mikhi do you? I hope not, for I will continue to do so. Are you ready to depart? I know a nice nook of a place down the street, on the way you can tell me about your past lovers."

Akiiki then started to gather up Landon things without his consent, anxious to be on his way. In the middle of gathering up his things Akiiki looked up to Landon, grasping the tail of the one sided conversation he had been having.

"We could trade stories." Again that Puck smirk did his mouth form, the expression that did fit him the best, besides dispair, which was not an emotion Landon would see today. Desparing was for wensday late nights, and it was most definitely a summer sunday, which as everyone knew was for lovers.

"It will be fun... I make my promise."

[Ellie]

His head, to put it simply, felt like it was about to explode into little bits all over the library. This Akiiki was too... active, spoke too much, and smoked. He was saying something about praising him until he found a fault, and Landon had already found several... hundred, with the man. This was already the most painful experience on his life, and he could tell it wasn’t going to get much better. And… oh no.

“Keep me? Keep… what? No. We’re going for coffee, that’s all. I could use the break… and… no. Not yours.” Snatching his books away rather harshly he clasped them to his chest, feeling the most uncomfortable he’d felt in a very long time. And so confused. Landon didn’t get confused, and when he did, it was always about…

“Ohhhh, no. No, no, no.” He mumbled over Akiiki who was talking about sharing storied about lovers. Well, that was going to be a one sided conversation. Landon had been in two relationships his whole life, definetly not counting the awkward ones his one and only friend Jackson had forced him through every month. Trying to make him more ‘sociable’ and to ‘increase his ability to operate in public’ whatever the hell that meant. Staring quickly along the shelves in the library, he needed to get outside. Fresh air, which was the only thing that could possibly stop his un-Landon like jittery behavior, was right outside the doors he was now making a break for. Maybe he could even loose Akiiki in a crowd.

[Rin]

Akiiki smiled at Landon, this boy was much fun. They reached the street and the sun hit Akiiki's eyes, for awhile he didn't say anything as they walked down the street. His thoughts went to his recent realatioships, Seth... oh Seth his heart hurt thinking of him sometimes. Seth was the lead singer of the band Kesi, his sister made her living with. The media had the idea that Kesi and Seth had always had something going, but it was his loving sister who had been matchmaking when he had gone on tour for a week with her.
Seth... late nights in shady cafe's, Akiiki 'babysitting' him, watching the man he had been in love with since he heard the first recording made. Watching him go threw bottles of wine, and then watching himself in Seth's eyes as he was grabbed into an embrace.
Akiiki smiled, it was strange to be the vulnerable one in a realatioship, with Seth had been the only time he had been the weak one, Seth had taught him alot, without meaning too certainly, but alot.
And then there was Sirenda, that had been a relationship he had fallen over. It had been terribly intense the time it had lasted. Screaming fights and punches and then making up on the kitchen floor... That pretty face had asked him to do something he truley had not wanted to do. But he did... and hated her for it. There had been so many more, those stuck in his mind, and he was suddenly hit with the thought to call his sister...

Suddenly they were at the cafe, Akiiki shook himself of things past and opened the door, sitting himself at the nearest couch that the small cafe had to offer.

"Mikhi... you start with your story. It doesn't even need to be true, for a story is a story. If you do not wish to start you can have your pick of whether to hear of The tale of Sirenda the Siren Phsyco, Or Seth the Lush Rockstar. There are others, though not as half as interesting. Now what would you like to order? If you are not to be mine, I shall have you pay, I would like some hot water in a ceramic cup with lemon, please."

[Ellie]

"You're a nutter, I swear it." That’s all Landon had come up with as they walked down the street. For a good deal of time Akiiki had kept his large, strange mouth shut, giving him ample time to think about why he was going to have coffee with the biggest loon he'd ever met. There was no way he was going to let himself become attracted to this weirdo, not if he could help it anyway, and he was going to do a lot to help it. He couldn't let such an unthinkable though get to him.

"'Spose I'll pay for myself then." He said pointedly, trying to make it absolutely clear that he was in no way, his. "Large coffee, black. No crème, no sugar. Yes, thank you." He said, with all the pleasant he could muster. Sliding into the couch, as far away from Akiiki as he could possibly be, he looked around the café, trying to distract himself from talking about what was probably the inevitable.

After about ten minutes of silence drifted by, and their drinks were brought, Landon figured it best to get the speaking over with. “As far as relationships go, I’ve only had two serious ones. One through my sixth and seventh year at Hog… my school. With a girl named, well, her names not important. She was a bit of a nutter, like you but female. My first… well, you know my first.” Scratching his nose very nervously, this wasn’t something he had ever told Jackson, his best mate, let alone a complete stranger.

“No good. I mean, it would have been if I wasn’t… you know…” He let out a nervous cough, and then took a long drink of coffee. “If I was… if I liked girls.” There, he’d said it. Jackson knew about that, but not about him loosing his virginity to the psycho he dated for two years. “Things ended the second we left Ho… my school, and she went off to be an Aur… police officer, but flunked out of training.” That was as much as he knew. Hadn’t done much in the keeping up with her department, as he simply didn’t care.

“Right, you’re turn.” He said bluntly through a biscotti he’d gotten for ordering a large coffee. “The one about that Siren girl.”

[Rin]

Akiiki took in Landon's words, and his slips, and his question. Akiiki leaned back and let his thoughts drift to Rin...

"If I could have avioded meeting her I would have... Sirenda Blanche Eleington... The most, attle brained person I have ever met. I think at some point we really did love each other, there was alot of other emotions thrown in there as well.When we were togeather we had no past, and yet we both expected each other to understand what had gone on in these pasts... There was ever each other accusing each other of having an affair outside of ours. We only thought this for we loved each other you see, we are both very possesive people mind you. And she, she is very beautiful, she really is a Siren, apply named that one... But she really was insane, gets that from her mother, I found out about her at the very tip of our realatioship, aobut her father as well. But yes... about the Siren part, Rin has this shop, you might have seen it, 'Eleingtons Broken Elegance', we met there, got into out first fight there, had the first break up, and around three makeups... there were alot of those, everyone was always at fault in Rin's mind. crazy bitch... I would have done anything for her. But anyway... I know I have been terribly redundent with this tale. She asked me to do one final thing, I couldn't refuse. I didn't want todo what she asked... but I did. It was the only way she knew she would never see me. I'm sorry you got the bad version, usually after three months you can come up with a better story. But there must be more to your tale love, do tell."

The last sentence had more of Akiiki's up beat tones.

Everything about Sirenda was confusing, including her story.