on A Sunny DAY [TAG ryder]

[HIZUMI MASAMURA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding: 5px, bTable][style=background-color: #F78661; height: 70px;] [/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #fff; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; background-color: #F78661; height: 30px;]PICK A PART YOU DREAM IT UP[/style][style=background-color: #F49271; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 6px; height: 17px; color: #fff; text-align: center;]oh boy tell me your fantasy[/style][style=background-color: #DCDCDC; padding: 10px;][style=background-color: #E1E1E1; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px; width: 115px; float: left; margin-right: 5px;][style=background-color: #E9E9E9; height: 100px; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 3px;][/style][/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 10px; text-align: justify;] ”See you guys tomorrow!”Hizumi waved enthusiastically as he and his school friends parted ways. He nearly toppled over in the process but after a sheepish grin and laugh the boy turned and practically skipped down the sidewalk. He didn’t need a reason or excuse to have a good afternoon. Even the strange looks he was receiving from strangers as he appeared way too happy, even for a kid free from school for the afternoon. He just giggled and smiled wider. He wasn’t going home first thing. Nope not today, the stable would have to wait too. Hizumi would just end up doing homework or chores but he had something important to do first. Something he called Ryder Time. The wolf tried to ditch him whenever they were together for any amount of time and Hizumi was wearing him down slowly but surely. No one could say no to him for very long, NO ACCEPTIONS. What could he say, it was a blessing. He hated being alone and the only time he was, when he was asleep. Hizumi sighed and twirled around right in the middle of a group of people. Not that anyone could get irritated with an angelic face like his. Spotting the set of stairs he was looking for, the boy slipped away. Taking them two steps at a time, he slid to a stop at the edge of an open stall market. It was that time of the afternoon, the lull between students heading home and women coming out to shop for lat minute dinner ingredients. Though in the summer a few extra stall showed up and that’s what Hizumi was here for. Well that and he knew Ryder hung out around here. A few minutes later and he was sipping on lemonade and scanning back alleyways for the wolf. He was a little surprised to find Ryder not violently tearing out a heart or lung but instead calmly sitting at an outdoor café reading a paper, or at least pretending to. "Found you!” The seventeen year old threw himself at the wolf in a tackle hug, oblivious to any attention he drew. [/style][style=background-color: #E1E1E1; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px;][style=background-color: #E9E9E9; padding: 5px; margin: 3px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; text-align: justify;]WORDS some TAGS Ryder! NOTES Feel free for your boy to be drenched in sticky lemonade![/style][/style][/style][style=background-color: #F49271; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 6px; height: 17px; color: #fff; text-align: center;]tonight's the night i'm dressin' up for you[/style][style=background-color: #F78661; height: 60px;] [/style]

[style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[yuriko]

Ryder prided himself on his sharp senses. It was, perhaps, the only good thing to come out of being infected. Since leaving the hospital, he'd trusted them to keep him out of sight and danger. That didn't mean they held up against Hizumi. He'd never been able to figure it out, why the unicorn was able to sneak up on him like that. But each time he promised himself he wouldn't let it happen again, and each time, it happened again.

Just like now.

Only this time, he was drenched in sticky sweet lemonade that made his latest tattoo burn on contact. He yelped and jumped up from his chair, knocking it back and nearly upending the table in the process. He squirmed and managed to pry Hizumi away, at which point Ryder tugged at his drenched shirt and hissed. "What have I told you about doing that? You do it every single time and look... this was my last clean shirt! Son of a bit-"

His words were cut off as a small, pink nose pushed its way out of his pocket. Ryder was quick to push the object back inside, and he grumbled something under his breath that may or may not have been a string of English curses. Feeling the sting of his tattoo again, he pulled his shirt off and tried to look over his shoulder at it, but found it almost impossible to twist around. Not to mention he was causing a scene, and the stall keeper didn't look too pleased either.

With a growl he leaned close to Hizumi, so the space around them was the only area that would hear the words he hissed through his teeth. "Since I know you're going to follow me," he always did, it seemed, "you will not share the location with anyone. And forget about it when you leave again. That being said, he straightened and, holding the shirt close, left the stalls for an alley way nearby.