Room Ten Times Ten! [Kiku, Lukas, Mathias]

[sokkoy]

YongSoo hummed lightly to himself as he made his way down the hallway, dragging his suitcase along. He let out a little giggle when seeing SooHan, his mind-projected pet tiger cub, run around the hallway. Up the walls, across the ceiling, it made for an amusing sight.

"Lucky you, Soo-Soo. I want to run up and across the wall and ceiling too, da ze~" YongSoo stated, his voice in a slight whine. As if detecting his jealousy, the small cub leaped onto his shoulders before dissipating. YongSoo's concentration faltered, which caused the disappearance of the projection, upon seeing the nameplate that read 'Room #100'. "Yay~ I found it!" he cheered. "I wonder who's in my room, da ze." With brimming excitement, he turned the knob and opened the door.

Upon entry, he froze, the excitement draining away slightly. The first thing he noted was that the window-side beds were already taken and the second thing he noted was that it was Kiku's paraphernalia on one of the window-side beds. Stomping over just like a child would, he reached up and grabbed his Japanese cousin's items before throwing it straight onto the floor. He then proceeded on placing his suitcase on top of the bed, claiming it as his. He sat on top of the bed, first taking a look out the window. There was a tree right outside, bringing a wide grin upon his lips. He could climb the tree to get in and out of the room now! He then looked at the discarded items on the floor and pushed back an apprehensive shiver. He crossed his arms and set a defiant pout on his lips, not willing to give up the window-side bed over to his cousin. Just because he was younger than Kiku didn't mean he always had to listen to him!

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Kiku made his way briskly down the empty hallway, his footfalls taping out a beat that echoed off the hardwood floors. He could feel the sheath to his katana bouncing against his hip with very step he took. He carried it with him seeing as he had just finished his kata alone in one of the many secluded places on campus. The silence seclusion offered also helped the small teen in his meditation. Groaning softly, he could feel the normal aches from his strenuous training already setting in. He may be able to use his abilities to travel from anywhere on campus to his dorm instantly, but he had never been one to shy away from stretching his legs in order to get places.

Slowing his pace, he quietly let himself into his dorm, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. It seemed as though no one was here yet. Which honestly wasn't entirely surprising, Lukas disappeared for most of the afternoon and Mathias tended to spend most of his time socializing after classes got out. Well, with no one here that meant the Japanese teen could relax. Leaning against the door he let out a barely there sigh as he allowed his bangs to fall from where they were clipped back. He ran deft fingers through his hair, styling it into a nearly perfect bob before making his way toward the shared bedroom.

Thump.

Startled, he paused midstep. Shuffling noises followed soon after, making their way under the slightly ajar door. Perhaps Lucas had come by early? Kiku frowned, the Norwegian would have greeted him, he always seemed to know when any of them got home. Maybe Mathias? He was the noisiest of the three teenage boys sharing the dorm room, but it was unlikely the Dane had come home early in order to catch up on homework.

Making his way up to the doorway, the dark haired teen knocked politely, he didn't want a repeat of that one incident after all. He hesitated slightly, curious when there was no reply. Who was in their bedroom? Should he go in? Taking in a deep breath in anticipation, he grasped the doorknob and gave it a light push. Easing the door open enough just to stick his head through, he took in the scene that greeted him.

His eyebrows immediately furrowed, as his cheeks flushed in silent indignation. His corner of the bedroom seemed to have tuned into some sort of battleground while he was gone, but Lukas' and Mathias' appeared to be untouched.

All of his things had been thrown onto floor. His suitcase had opened spreading most of his clothes and electronics across the rug, along with his shinai and bokken. All of his manga and papers had been swiped from where they had precariously towered upon his duvet, piling into haphazard hills on the floor. And his neatly made bed had been ruffled. The corners of his mouth threatened to pull into a frown as he scanned the, now wrinkled, pages of some of his favorite books. Narrowing his eyes, he turned his gaze toward the culprit as he stepped out from behind the door, all anxiety gone from his features. "Yong Soo, what are you doing here? And what have you done to my belongings?" He gestured toward said items, speaking in English instead of Korean, knowing full well that the younger boy preferred his native language when speaking with family. Angrily he began to pick up his dropped items, bending over to gather them into his arms with more force than necessary. Why was Yong Soo here? Why was he in his room surrounded by his disarranged possessions? He forcibly bit his tongue, fighting back the urge to mutter about ungrateful and disrespectful younger cousins.

Picking up the last of his things, he rose, his face now fixed into a far more neutral expression, though his hair had become slightly disheveled. In two steps he had made his way toward his own bed, unceremoniously dropping his things near his pillow, before turning to loom over Yong Soo.

[sokkoy]

YongSoo let out a small snicker, seeing all of Kiku's paraphernalia scattered around on the ground. He then proceeded to unzip his suitcase in order to fully claim the window-bed, but the sound of a door opening froze him in his tracks. Turning around, he noticed that it was his cousin that just entered the room, the Japanese's eyes tracing over the mess that was comprised of his possessions. YongSoo gave a small flinch when Kiku's eyes laid on him and couldn't help but tense upon the questions of his Japanese cousin. It didn't help that Kiku had spoken in English, but he was glad that at least it wasn't Japanese. YongSoo merely crossed his arms, his lips set in a defiant sulk, as he watched his cousin gather the disarranged items into his arms with more force than necessary. YongSoo gave a whine when Kiku dropped the things onto the bed before looming over him, effectively quieting the South Korean.

Disliking the fact that he has been forced to silence, YongSoo grabbed the pillow and stuffed it right at Kiku's face. "I don't like it when you loom over me, da ze," YongSoo stated defiantly. "Go away. This is my bed!" Pushing Kiku away from him, YongSoo once again tossed the items onto the ground and a few at Kiku before draping himself over the bed, his limbs outstretched and taking up the entirely of the bed. "Go get another bed because this one is mine and I won't ever give it to you!"

[jumpupanddream]

The library had closed early today, without any notices or signs informing Lukas that he would be kicked out. The librarian had been kind about it at least, smiling at him blithely and shaking her head, telling him to go and get some fresh air, or go hang out with his friends or something like that.

“You spend far too much time in here, Lukas,” she had said. “And it’s not that I don’t appreciate your love of books, but a boy of your age needs human contact. Go talk to your roommates if you aren’t comfortable anywhere else.” And she had shooed him out of the library.

He had stood outside the room for quite a long time, not sure what to do with himself. He could go outside and read, but there would most likely be a lot of people out there, in the various sports clubs the school offered. There would also be people sitting in groups being loud and obnoxious, and there would probably be someone who recognised him and wanted to talk to him about something. He really did not want to get involved in those huge study groups on the field. He could go and sit inside one of the empty classrooms, but what would happen if a teacher caught him?

Sighing, he shoved the book he was holding inside his satchel and set off towards his dorm room. If he was lucky, no one would be there and he could sit in the window and finish his homework. That would be nice.

The walk back from the library to the dorm room wasn’t a long one, but Lukas walked slowly, so it took twice as long as it normally would have. The door was shut when he arrived, which he took as a good sign. If Mathias was in, the door would be wide open and he would be able to hear him yelling about something. That had happened a couple of times when Lukas had arrived back late, though he usually made a point of getting back before Mathias nowadays. Kiku might possibly be in, but Lukas supposed that didn’t matter so much, as Kiku was a quiet person as well and probably wouldn’t disturb him if he didn’t want to be.

He let himself into the room, pushing the door shut behind him. The first thing he noticed was the mess on the work surface of the kitchen. Lukas frowned, levitating the rubbish into the bin so he would not have to look at it. He’d properly clean later. The second thing he noticed was the noise coming from the bedroom. Kiku was talking to someone, and he did not sound very happy. Lukas wasn’t entirely sure who Yong Soo was, but if he could annoy Kiku like that (and practically nothing annoyed Kiku) he was fairly certain it couldn’t be a good thing.

Leaving his bag on one of the sofas, Lukas walked towards the bedroom. Looking around the door, he saw a boy he didn’t recognise standing in front of Kiku’s bed and Kiku’s things spread haphazardly across the floor. He dodged a book as it flew past Kiku’s head towards the doorway, turning to watch its flight trajectory as the strange boy stretched out across Kiku’s bed. It was a rather impressive throw, landing at least a foot behind Lukas, and considering that it had come from quite far into the room, it had obviously had some power behind it.

The boy was speaking again, though Lukas wasn’t really listening to what he was saying. The room was now an absolute mess. It looked like a bomb had gone off in there. He could feel something twitching and an uncomfortable swirling in the pit of his stomach. Even though it was not his own things on the floor, and even though Kiku was clearly dealing with this situation himself, Lukas could not help it. Every part of him was screaming to clean up the mess of things lying on the ground. Swallowing the urge to reach out, Lukas turned towards the other in the room.

“What is going on in here?” he asked, coldly. “Why is all this stuff on the floor?”

He stared at them both. The boy on the bed he didn’t trust, didn’t know, but Kiku he did. Hopefully he would have a good explanation for this.

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/invades

[MATHIAS ANDERSEN]

It wasn’t that Mathias socialized a lot after school; it was more like he didn’t want to go back to the room with Mr. Reads-a-lot and Mr. I-don’t-appreciate Mathias’ hugging-and-I –require-about-thirty-yards-of-personal-space. They were never entertaining enough for him, and neither of them appreciated his excessive amounts of energy. They especially didn’t like it when he was up at night yelling at the television to stop spazzing out on him. Yes, the bedroom television was another thing he constantly broke, add that to another reason he didn’t like being in that dorm room.

But today he had to go back early. He couldn’t find anything to do. It was as if the whole school was on shutdown. Heck, even the library was closed early, which hardly ever happened. Not that he really had any needs to go to the library in the first place. It did make a nice quiet place to sleep though, which he enjoyed.

As he was walking down the grounds of the school, he noticed how quiet it was today. He didn’t really like quiet. In fact, he almost hated it, it made him uneasy. Quite uneasy. Quiet almost made him feel like people were plotting against him. He didn’t even know why, it was quite the stupid thought, but as he came up to the bedroom, that was what he began to think.

The room itself was abnormally noisy. As if all the sound lacking in the rest of the school had been sucked into that one room. And he wasn’t even in there!

… Did that mean they got someone new in their dorm? Maybe Mathias could finally have someone staying with him that didn’t mind his hugs, lack of personal space, or his ruckus. That would be pretty great. In fact, it would be awesome, ‘cause let’s just face it, Lukas and Kiku did a very good job at making him feel like a freak of some kind. Not that he minded all that much. It wasn’t like his opinions of himself were much better.

Mathias decided to push the door open and take a step inside now, and almost immediately jumped back twenty feet upon seeing a book come flying into the room and plop onto the ground.

“What in the world!?” He exclaimed, bending over to pick up the book before pushing into the bedroom without playing much attention, “Lukas did you get upset with your book--?” But upon seeing the mess of the room a small fit of laughter escaped his lips.

If there was one thing their room never was, it was messy. Lukas was such a neat freak that if one thing were out of place it was either immediately put back into place or Mathias would be yelled at. He wasn’t sure if Kiku had ever gotten yelled at, but he really wasn’t around enough to find out. Kiku didn’t seem like a very messy person. Well compared to him at least. Mathias wasn’t exactly a slob, he was just rather unorganized and had a lot of trouble keeping everything in one place… and this room looked as if the small Norseman hadn’t been inside of it in years.

“Yo. Lukas… letting the room fall to shambles are we? Why are you slacking?” He glanced upwards suddenly to the new kid, who was laying on Kiku’s bed, “Oh. So this is your doing then?” He paced over to the kid on the bed, and stared at him a moment.

“I don’t wanna get off on the wrong foot with you, but that is Kiku’s bed, and I’m almost certain he is older than you… so he gets first dibs.” Mathias almost would’ve tipped him off the bed himself, but he wasn’t sure the powers this kid had, and he didn’t want to get himself hurt now did he?

[zarble]

Kiku let out a muffled yelp as his own pillow collided with his face, it's soft contours smothering him as he stumbled backwards from the force his younger cousin had put behind the shove. Sputtering, he pulled the offending object away, hugging it to his chest as his face heated. By this point he was frustrated with his cousin's immaturity and he bit angrily at his lip in order to contain his displeasure.

There was no reason for Yong Soo to be so disrespectful. He'd never done anything to make his cousin act out like he was now. Really, he hardly ever spoke to the boy, there was absolutely no reason for him to act like such a... such a brat! His eyebrows furrowed as he frowned down at the pillow in his arms.

He began to turn his gaze toward the boy on his bed, a reprimand forming on the tip of his tongue, "Yong Soo, you ca-"

Smack

He was interrupted as pain exploded across his left shoulder. Shocked he dropped the white pillow from his iron grip. Did he just throw a book at him? Didn't he realize how dangerous that could be? It could have easily concussed him!

Honestly he was more surprised, then in pain. Normally he was able to dodge most things thrown his way, in fact, his ability made it almost impossible to land a hit on him. He shifted out of the way of several other thrown projectiles before turning his attention back to the Korean. Narrowing his eyes he glared at his younger cousin, as he spread his frame out over Kiku's bed, rumpling the sheets even further. This was enough!

As he contemplated how to deal with the nuisance Yong Soo had become, the sound of Lukas' voice flowed the room and the Japanese teen felt his back stiffen as he turned to face the Norwegian...

There was no way the other boy would be pleased with the turn of events. Allowing his gaze to fall to the floor, he winced as he observed the damage his relative had done. It was a complete mess, all of his things were strewn across the room, and Yong Soo's quick interest in the art of hurling things across rooms had not helped the disaster. He felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment.

Opening his mouth in an attempt to explain, he was interrupted once more by a loud laugh. He glanced up, mortified, when he realized that Mathias was now standing behind the stoic Lukas, laughing at the misfortune that had befallen the dorm room. Kiku backed away from his small bed, making room for the Dane as he made his way toward the boy spread across the sheets. Kiku's eyebrows raised in slight astonishment, Mathias was fast to locate the source of the problem and confront it... Frankly the dark haired teen was a little nervous about what was about to take place between his dorm mates.

[sokkoy]

YongSoo merely blinked upon noticing the entrance of the two other roommates, ignoring his cousin of whom he could have concussed. Foreigners. Interest swirled within him, his eyes sparkling. He didn't meet foreigners very much and to meet two in the same day, it just plain out excited him. But one of them seemed to be one of those 'neat' people. And the other was... well... he didn't seem to be a 'neat' person. He looked up at the person looming over him. This person seemed to be quite loud and messy, someone like him. But he seemed to be the type of person where the oldest received the first privilege. It was a great pity.

YongSoo had no intention in giving up his bed. YongSoo sat up and simply smiled up at Mathias. "If it's his bed, then why is my stuff on the bed and his on the floor, da ze?" he spoke as if he didn't just throw all of Kiku's belongings all over the floor. He then gestured at his Japanese cousin. "Plus since he's older, he should just forgive his younger and be the mature adult." He leaned against the window, a cheeky smile on his lips.

"I'm not giving up this bed for Kiku," he stated, defiant. "I'm not getting off this bed and you guys can't get me off of this bed either, da ze." He looked at them, his eyes shining mischievously as if daring them to do so.

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Bold is YongSoo speaking in Korean.

[jumpupanddream]

Lukas could feel his head start pounding, the beginnings of a headache forming in his temples, as soon as Mathias started talking to him. He did not need this today. Couldn’t he see that… this was absolutely nothing to do with Lukas and everything to do with that strange person lying on Kiku’s bed? Thankfully, he did seem to catch on to this fairly quickly and Lukas could forget and move on from that little annoyance.

Only, of course, to move onto the current, bigger annoyance taking up space in the room. Kiku seemed thoroughly embarrassed about the mess and problem that the other boy was causing, and Lukas felt a twinge of pity for him. This wasn’t his fault, not really. At least, Lukas was fairly certain Kiku hadn’t asked whoever this was to destroy his things and completely vandalise the dorm room.

No, he was pretty sure that the kid had done this all on his own.

Narrowing his eyes, Lukas examined the boy lying on the bed. He was younger than all of them, probably only in his first year, and the cheerful grin on his face gave Lukas the impression that he had little to no idea of what exactly he was getting himself into. If he hadn’t had made such a mess, Lukas could have almost felt sorry for him. As it was, he couldn’t bring himself to have even the slightest sympathy and felt that the kid deserved whatever was coming to him. Especially as he seemed to be taking no responsibility for his actions and blaming everything on Kiku.

The fact he was implying that younger people should automatically be forgiven annoyed Lukas, also. He was an older brother, and he would not forgive Eymund automatically if he had done something wrong, nor would he give up something that he had rightfully claimed first, even though he practically doted on his little brother.

Lukas’ curiosity peaked when the kid started talking in a foreign language. No matter how hard he tried, Lukas had always been terrible at languages, and only spoke English as well as he did through the years he had spent at this school and the many books his mother had forced him to read. He had a strange sort of respect for all those who spoke more than one language, though admittedly at this school that was the majority of the student body due to the wide range of cultures.

At the challenge the boy issued, though, Lukas couldn’t help but smile slightly. Couldn’t make him get off the bed, could they? Without a word, he lifted the kid so he was floating 3 feet above the bed where he had been lying. It wasn’t high enough to cause any damage if he fell, but maybe it would be enough to scare him.

“I believe you are off the bed now. May Kiku put his things back, or will you continue to throw them?” Lukas asked. He sincerely hoped this could be sorted out quickly and the room could go back to normal soon. Whatever problem this kid had, Lukas didn’t really want to get involved with it, though he feared he may have done so already.

[MATHIAS ANDERSEN]

"If it's his bed, then why is my stuff on the bed and his on the floor, da ze? Plus since he's older, he should just forgive his younger and be the mature adult."

Where in the world did this kid get his ideas from? First he comes barging into the room and creating a big hoopla out of nothing, and now he was talking about Kiku forgiving him for something? What did Kiku even do to him? He’d had that stupid bed ever since they’d started dorming together, so it wasn’t really fair for this newcomer to come along and simply think that Kiku HAD to give up his bed just because the kid was younger.

In fact, Mathias always believed that the eldest should get first privilege. That was the way most things were supposed to work. Whether this rather crazy new kid wanted to believe it or not. Well, Mathias was always the oldest of his family… but that was beside the point.

It wasn’t like Mathias wasn’t leaving the very next year anyways, and his nice window bed, with the fire escape and everything would be free for the taking.

“His stuff is on the floor, probably because YOU pushed it there.” Mathias stated rather flatly, “And no. He doesn’t have to forgive you until you take the bed that is rightfully yours. Meaning… tha—” Suddenly Lukas was using his powers of…levitation… telepathy… or whatever power it was that the Norwegian possessed to lift the boy off of the bed, by only a few inches.
Seeing this, Mathias had to seal his lips together to stop from cracking up.

For some odd reason, he’d always sort of liked Lukas. Even if he had a bad way of showing it, he sort of admired the boy’s spunk and way of… vigilante justice. In fact, the boy was quite funny to watch when he wasn’t reading a book. Or when he wasn’t arguing with Mathias himself or telling him to clean up around his bed. Which meant that Mathias didn’t really get to see this much…

Mathias figured that it would be best if he just watched this from the sidelines and let Lukas’s frustration take its course. He would only jump into the battles if he really needed to or if Lukas and this new boy decided to battle it out.

Mathias really hoped that the boy wouldn’t act as he would, with the stubborn gene, and not listening to anyone’s advice and deciding that what he wanted was best… Cause the boy did seem like he would be a sort of change from the usual quietness and videogame playing, reading none sense that always seemed to hog up the fun in his dorm.

Heck, Mathias actually found himself kind of curious about the boy. He was definitely a freshman, no doubt about it, but oddly enough, Mathias often times made friends with the younger students a lot easier than the ones that were of his own age. He wasn’t sure if it was just him or not, but the students in his age range already knew of his issues and he never felt like dealing with them… and he would never say it out loud, but he loved having people look up to him… He didn’t always like wearing that stupid juvenile delinquent image that most people enjoyed pegging him with.