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LJ Username: Livejournal: my-hanzatsu
Age: 19
AIM Screename: meagnstxthemusic

Character's Name: Ukon
Character's Age: 22
Character's Model: Kamijo
Year in School: Freshman (Attends night school)
Major / Minor: Major in Medicinal Science, minor in English
Clubs / Activities / Job?: N/A

History / Biography: Though the boys were not literally born joined at the hip, they were inseparable until the age of nine. Anywhere Sakon went, Ukon tried to follow. He did a terrible job most of the time, having been born with a valvular defect in his heart that made him constantly tired. He ran out of energy quickly and often passed out as a boy. Stairs were even difficult when he was very young and he was left to crawl behind Sakon. In turn, however, whenever Ukon had to take a visit to the doctors Sakon would always go and hold hands for comfort. He was afraid his big brother would just disappear on him or turn to ash with a strong blow of the wind. They loved each other and were the best of friends.

Then, as the two got older, Ukon made more and more frequent visits to the ER and had more and more appointments with his doctor. There were more complications with his heart than the defect he had been born with, but within a few years they either went away or were fixed. Surgery. It did everything! Though he would never be free to run a marathon without having major heart surgery, Ukon was given the gift of living a comfortable life. By eleven-years old he was attending day school and making friends, leaving his brother behind. Sakon started to have outbreaks of rage around that time. Those kids were taking away his beloved brother! When he pitched a fit on the playground, their parents thought it was only a phase.

The twins continued through public school together until the eighth grade when Ukon contracted the flu. He could hardly move and began to fall behind in school. Even after he was cured of the disease he was left feeling broken. The family hired a tutor to take care of his education as he refused to leave the house in such a state. Sakon complained, tried to get him to go back to class with him, but the elder brother wasn’t budging. Hatred on his face, Sakon continued through normal school until he graduated two years ahead of his twin. Ukon said he didn’t care, he insisted it was great that Sakon was getting ahead in life, but neither really believed it. One was jealous, the other still sore from being forced into the real world. Why should it be that Ukon got to live a life of fantasy, mother waiting on him hand and foot while father worked his ass off to supplement the costs? And yet, why was Ukon the one that had to be sick in the first place? Couldn’t it have been someone else?

It would never be someone else. It would always be Ukon. And Sakon would always be the sibling cared about last. When he got sick “Aniki” was the only one that really noticed and he, sometimes even being ill himself, took care of his brother. They would always be a pair no matter the friends they made or the amount of times they were dragged to jail. On the occasion they committed acts of shoplifting, Sakon often was ticketed for speeding, and Ukon had once been taken in for drug use—he was left off easy because of his “condition.” Sakon had to be bailed out. Growing up was fun, they had good laughs, and now it was time to be an adult.

College. Sakon was going on his third year majoring in photography. It was an old hobby of his. Proof of such lay in a shoebox at the back of his closet with old, undeveloped rolls of film until digital camera became the new thing. The shoebox then grew full to contain rolls of film and many thumb-drives that stored hundreds of pictures on each. Each wall in his bedroom at the new apartment on campus ground had some shot he had taken or another, stuck up on the off-white walls in frames of various size. His favorite images were blown up to 16x20 and put into black metal, a few leaking into the main area of the apartment. Ukon didn’t mind, generally finding the pictures to be top quality. A bit obsessed, he had his old cameras on display on a shelf above his work desk. He didn’t do much other art, actually quite bad at painting or drawing.

Ukon’s room, on the other hand, was filled with old books and magazines. He loved reading. In the most recent years he began to learn English. It was a shaky adventure at first and he thought he did a piss-poor job at learning the language. Yet slow he caught on and found it rather interesting. When he finally caught up with school and “graduated” he decided to major in medicine and English. As he grew up in the hospital he had learned quite a bit about the tools, the on-goings. Fascinating. There were medical books and journals, English literature and biographies on the cases in his room. A calendar hung on the wall beside the door, each appointment to the doctors written in red marker so he never forgot.

There was also another calendar in the kitchen with the same markings so Sakon would always be aware. The last time he didn’t know about a doctor’s appointment he had nearly knocked over the television. He got a little bit violent once in a while, but Ukon was really the twin to look out for. As patient as he was…one did not make him angry. He was the kind of man that could get violent in a snap if he was easily pushed over the edge. Fortunately, few things actually bother him enough to cause him to get angry. Sakon gets pissed off enough for the two of them.

So here they are at the start of adulthood with college somehow in their future, friends to be had.

Third person writing sample: Sitting comfortably on the couch in his usual position, right shoulder to the open window with the sun shining warm rays down upon his face, Ukon tilted his head back and uncrossed his arms. Up they went, stretching above his head and causing his back to arch like a cat's. There was a number of soft pops and cracks along his spine before he sighed. That was nice. Settling back down afterward, his eyes looked out at the sky and up toward the clouds. Birds fluttered through the blue, free. He wished he could have been free like those wonderfully beautiful birds.

But he was stick here, inside, waiting for Sakon to return to take him to the doctor. He was late, the bastard. Every time that boy came back even five minutes after he was due Ukon held his tongue. It wasn't his place to say anything when he should have been grateful for his sibling. He took care of him while their parents were back South, living it up on vacation. They were hardly sixty-years old.

This, however, was ridiculous. What could possibly be holding Sakon up for thirty minutes? He couldn't wait much longer, the appointment was a 2:00 and it was already 1:15. He allowed his brother a grace period of five more minutes before getting to his feet, tying on his shoes and leaving the apartment. Just because he wasn't supposed to drive didn't mean he couldn't. On the way out of the door he grabbed Sakon's motorcycle keys from the hook, tossing them in his palm with a smirk.

It was a really cool bike. Sakon was gonna kill him when he found out. Still, if he hadn't gotten back from school late he wouldn't return to find his darling silver Suzuki missing. Heading down onto the streets he started across to the parking garage, nearly running into someone on the opposing sidewalk once he'd made it. Jeeze, couldn't people watch where they were going?
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