My Life Pattern (Orig. Fic)
Title: My Life Pattern (1/?)
Author: Cho Sa
Pairing: Original Male/Original Male
Genre: Slash, Fantasy, Romance
Summery: Na is a teenager going through the motions of life. His life takes a sudden turn for the strange after he see's an elf standing in the rain..... and suddenly school's not the only strange thing he has to worry about.
Rating: M ... for language
Warnings: No warnings
Disclaimer: I, Cho Sa, am the sole owner of the characters and plot line. Do not claim anything as your own. No PLAGIARISM.
Chapter One -
When I first laid eyes on him I knew my patterned life was over.
It was already late October of the school year and the days were shorter as the sun grew weaker and the nights longer. The winds were shifting and stronger they would gust, dancing merrily as they swirled past leaving us leaving cluttered chaos. None of it mattered though.
Like the puppets we were, we danced to the strings of fate, destiny, providence, what ever they were calling it these days. The astoundingly short daytime were filled with paperwork; class after class after class. A never ending pattern in the life of us students. The sharp ear shattering shrill of the bell became our salvation, a quick five minutes of respite before throwing ourselves back into the torture ring. And the teachers themselves; as if they all shared some secret knowledge of this growing anonymity, they would snap, bark, or yell at us without remorse. Even the gentlest of teachers sneered and were quick to point out mistakes in hopes of embarrassing us students. I held on in vain hopes that this brewing storm cloud of short tempered teachers would quickly pass. It was not to be.
We suffered through the first month in this fashion. Lecture, assignments, homework, tests, all the works laid out before us. Delinquents were sent out with no warnings, tardies were barred from class, misconduct received and returned with a full weeks suspension and no make up dates available.
I secretly agreed with my friends that the school had lost its mind. Further proven by the staff. The principal would wander the halls like some lost puppy; peering into classrooms with eager expressions to hopefully please the painfully bored students. He would praise us, never mind the fact that a rather grouchy scowling teacher stood behind him. And then he would leave with this little satisfied grin curling the corners of his thin lips and vanish into another classroom.
The hall monitors were eerie. They would peer at us going so far as to stick their face into ours and exhale foul air as they demanded to know where you were going. I was once caught by one mid-September. Suffice to say, I made it my personal duty to never be caught again.
The Librarian on the other hand, he was disgustingly crude. Never have I met a person that makes me want to crawl out of my skin so desperately. He was free with hands and they went everywhere. The shelves, the floor, the books, the computer, and our butts. We never did trust that man so when we heard the rumors, we steered clear of the area. He had the most beautiful blue eyes… that never strayed higher then our chest for both men and women alike.
Lunch was quite simply distasteful. Between being slug like and disgustingly slimy… it was a test in who had the best iron stomach. Before now lunch had always been decent… but ever since this school year began, everything had just been nuts.
Throughout our first month, I kept expecting to some how wake up from this nightmarish place. My mom would be yelling from the bottom of the steps for me to get up else I’d be late for school while my little sister preened in front of the mirror rap music blaring from a small white stereo perched right next to her. Of course I would realize that they do that anyway and this was not a dream and I’d carry on as usual.
Everything was the same and life went on with its un-interrupted pattern. Even the nights were the same. Stormy and dark yet with no hints of rain. It was hot and oppressive, humid in other words. Odd weather considering the rapid approach of winter.
It was one of those torrid nights that my sister had stupidly left her car unlocked. It baffled me, she was younger then me by two years and already she owned a car. After a scream fest between the two of us, I lost and stomped outside to lock the doors for her else she might break her delicate nails. I scoffed at the thought and briefly toyed with the idea of tossing her keys into the street. It took only a few seconds though before I was once again heading back in. Even if I had been thinking of nothing, the sudden blinding flash of lightening would have still caught me off guard. I jumped accidentally dropping the keys. The rumble of thunder that followed had me sighing in relief. So it wasn’t a false alarm. Finally some rain! As if my thoughts had conjured it, the very first droplets pelted my upturned face. I sighed again, savoring the moment as a cool wind blew through. On that sigh, I half turned to better feel the breeze opening eyes that I had not realized I had closed.
And a man stood there. He was tall and slender. Not overly masculine but more feminine-like. Chin length blond hair fell in a platinum gold wave around a long narrow face. Slanted violet eyes stared back at me curiously as if unsure why it was looking at me in the first place. Robes so bright they glowed draped his thin figure. And in the sudden heavy downpour of rain, he simmered like a vision in one of those epic movies. I gave a violent start suddenly realizing with stunning clarity that I was standing out alone at night with a stranger. And as I hastily bent to retrieve the keys and make a run for the front door I could have sworn I saw a long pointy ear as he too turned away.
“It’s raining! Finally it’s raining!” I slammed the door shut listening to my younger sister, Sai La, dance around the living room chanting. She went around and propped open all the windows before settling in front of one herself. I threw her keys on the sofa and started for my room.
“Oh, I saw an elf, Sai.” I said casually as I passed her. Her head jerked around and she glared at me.
“Really?” She drawled. “Would it be the same one that lives under my bed?”
I shrugged offering her an innocent grin. “Maybe… on second thought… maybe not.” I waved away her disgruntled look and reached forward to slam the window shut. “You’ll get the table wet.” She scowled and shoved me aside migrating over to another window. When I saw that she was purposefully ignoring me, I shrugged and yelled a quick greeting to my mom before disappearing in my room.
The following morning remained unchanged. And yet in the creeping red’s and gold’s of the dawn’s light, the world shimmered as if sprinkled in glitter. I was there to greet the day at six-thirty in the morning. A quick seven minutes in the shower, thirty seconds getting dressed, ten seconds running a comb through my shaggy hair, and I was ready to go. I later found to my frustration that another ten minutes would be lost in search of my shoes. When I could not find them, I quickly slipped Sai La’s ratty old Kay Swiss’ on and skipped out of the house with my farewell cry echoing the premise of the still mostly silent house.
In the early morning it is still and mostly silent. The birds have left, all migrated south or getting ready for the approaching chill. Thus it was with a shiver of trepidation that I started down the sidewalk to school. The ever early light cast long shadows that crawled with me. There was a moment of unease as I felt eyes boring into my back, but I refused, a thoughtlessly stupid move on my part as I would later find out, to give in the urge to turn and look back.
The wind was but a dry whistle as it barely shifted. Bringing with the ever moving air, a soft murmuring; whisperings that crept through my senses tricking them into hearing whispered giggles and soft conversations. But with no one around, I made no move to search the area. Instead, I hunched into myself, as if to hide from the environment.
It was with great relief when I reached the front entrance and hurried in. Mr. Vatt’s, one of the staff at the welcoming desk glared at me as I hurried past. “ID.” I jumped at the word and spun to face him my mind still racing from my speed walk from home to here. I found myself staring blankly at him. He sneered. “ID.” He repeated making it sound like he said more of a, “ID, stupid.” I hastily dug around my pocket and dragged out the small square plastic card. The silver chain was cold to the touch but with a indiscernible wince, I still slipped it around my neck. His sneer became more pronounced at the lost chance of getting me in trouble and took his time waving me away. I took haste and hurried from him.
Down the narrow hallway, on my left, a short teen was gently pounding a water vending machine. She briefly met my eyes before returning to whatever she was doing. On my right, the principal stood in the doorway of the front office blocking the way as he greeted the passing students. Having been drilled into being polite by my mom, I courteous returned his greeting before hurrying away. Something snagged my arm causing me to come to an abrupt halt and the momentum from my original speed continued to carry my body into a half turn.
“Na! Damn, slow down dude!” A boy about my age was scowling heavily at me. His hand tightened briefly before he let go and flicked back the end of his pony tail. Brown eyes glared at me, a strange almost amber color that kind of glowed. “You’re always rushing to class.” He grumbled. I grinned.
“Hallo Lao.” I waited for him to catch his breath before we started down the hallway again. “You know, you’re still the only one to call me by my real name.” I commented offhandedly.
“I’m not really used to calling you… uh… Cameron.” He replied with a visible wince. “Who the hell goes by some wimp ass name as, Cameron anyway? Oh, did you do your English homework?”
“Yeah, it wasn’t that hard. Why? Do you need it?”
“Yeah man, can I copy it?”
“Sure dude.” I pawed around my bag and withdrew a slightly crumpled stack of stapled papers. Lao greedily snatched them out of my hands hastily flipping through them.
“Shit, I can’t wait for these dumb ass teachers to-”
“Ah hem.” We both froze at the soft sound of some one clearing their throat. “Mr. Lee, kindly explain to me why you currently have Mr. Thor’s paper in your hands?”
Lao spun and smiled innocently at the short portly man presently favoring us with a reproving stare. “’Cause Mr. G, I’m helping Na, my man here, go over his homework.” I nodded trying to look as innocent as possible.
“Right.” Mr. Grissum, oft referred to as Mr. G by me and Lao, smiled sweetly. Fuck! Busted. “I’ll see you both in detention after school and I’ll be giving your English teacher a call shortly.” We both quickly nodded knowing it could have been worse. “Give me that- you’ll take a zero, Mr. Thor, and hurry off to class the both of you!” I watched as Lao reluctantly handed the paper over and groaned. I fucking worked all night to finish that stupid packet! But instead of complaining, I grabbed Lao’s elbow and practically dragged him away. “Oh! And I’ll see you in Saturday school too, Mr. Lee.” Mr. G called after us.
“Fuck!”
Author: Cho Sa
Pairing: Original Male/Original Male
Genre: Slash, Fantasy, Romance
Summery: Na is a teenager going through the motions of life. His life takes a sudden turn for the strange after he see's an elf standing in the rain..... and suddenly school's not the only strange thing he has to worry about.
Rating: M ... for language
Warnings: No warnings
Disclaimer: I, Cho Sa, am the sole owner of the characters and plot line. Do not claim anything as your own. No PLAGIARISM.
Chapter One -
When I first laid eyes on him I knew my patterned life was over.
It was already late October of the school year and the days were shorter as the sun grew weaker and the nights longer. The winds were shifting and stronger they would gust, dancing merrily as they swirled past leaving us leaving cluttered chaos. None of it mattered though.
Like the puppets we were, we danced to the strings of fate, destiny, providence, what ever they were calling it these days. The astoundingly short daytime were filled with paperwork; class after class after class. A never ending pattern in the life of us students. The sharp ear shattering shrill of the bell became our salvation, a quick five minutes of respite before throwing ourselves back into the torture ring. And the teachers themselves; as if they all shared some secret knowledge of this growing anonymity, they would snap, bark, or yell at us without remorse. Even the gentlest of teachers sneered and were quick to point out mistakes in hopes of embarrassing us students. I held on in vain hopes that this brewing storm cloud of short tempered teachers would quickly pass. It was not to be.
We suffered through the first month in this fashion. Lecture, assignments, homework, tests, all the works laid out before us. Delinquents were sent out with no warnings, tardies were barred from class, misconduct received and returned with a full weeks suspension and no make up dates available.
I secretly agreed with my friends that the school had lost its mind. Further proven by the staff. The principal would wander the halls like some lost puppy; peering into classrooms with eager expressions to hopefully please the painfully bored students. He would praise us, never mind the fact that a rather grouchy scowling teacher stood behind him. And then he would leave with this little satisfied grin curling the corners of his thin lips and vanish into another classroom.
The hall monitors were eerie. They would peer at us going so far as to stick their face into ours and exhale foul air as they demanded to know where you were going. I was once caught by one mid-September. Suffice to say, I made it my personal duty to never be caught again.
The Librarian on the other hand, he was disgustingly crude. Never have I met a person that makes me want to crawl out of my skin so desperately. He was free with hands and they went everywhere. The shelves, the floor, the books, the computer, and our butts. We never did trust that man so when we heard the rumors, we steered clear of the area. He had the most beautiful blue eyes… that never strayed higher then our chest for both men and women alike.
Lunch was quite simply distasteful. Between being slug like and disgustingly slimy… it was a test in who had the best iron stomach. Before now lunch had always been decent… but ever since this school year began, everything had just been nuts.
Throughout our first month, I kept expecting to some how wake up from this nightmarish place. My mom would be yelling from the bottom of the steps for me to get up else I’d be late for school while my little sister preened in front of the mirror rap music blaring from a small white stereo perched right next to her. Of course I would realize that they do that anyway and this was not a dream and I’d carry on as usual.
Everything was the same and life went on with its un-interrupted pattern. Even the nights were the same. Stormy and dark yet with no hints of rain. It was hot and oppressive, humid in other words. Odd weather considering the rapid approach of winter.
It was one of those torrid nights that my sister had stupidly left her car unlocked. It baffled me, she was younger then me by two years and already she owned a car. After a scream fest between the two of us, I lost and stomped outside to lock the doors for her else she might break her delicate nails. I scoffed at the thought and briefly toyed with the idea of tossing her keys into the street. It took only a few seconds though before I was once again heading back in. Even if I had been thinking of nothing, the sudden blinding flash of lightening would have still caught me off guard. I jumped accidentally dropping the keys. The rumble of thunder that followed had me sighing in relief. So it wasn’t a false alarm. Finally some rain! As if my thoughts had conjured it, the very first droplets pelted my upturned face. I sighed again, savoring the moment as a cool wind blew through. On that sigh, I half turned to better feel the breeze opening eyes that I had not realized I had closed.
And a man stood there. He was tall and slender. Not overly masculine but more feminine-like. Chin length blond hair fell in a platinum gold wave around a long narrow face. Slanted violet eyes stared back at me curiously as if unsure why it was looking at me in the first place. Robes so bright they glowed draped his thin figure. And in the sudden heavy downpour of rain, he simmered like a vision in one of those epic movies. I gave a violent start suddenly realizing with stunning clarity that I was standing out alone at night with a stranger. And as I hastily bent to retrieve the keys and make a run for the front door I could have sworn I saw a long pointy ear as he too turned away.
“It’s raining! Finally it’s raining!” I slammed the door shut listening to my younger sister, Sai La, dance around the living room chanting. She went around and propped open all the windows before settling in front of one herself. I threw her keys on the sofa and started for my room.
“Oh, I saw an elf, Sai.” I said casually as I passed her. Her head jerked around and she glared at me.
“Really?” She drawled. “Would it be the same one that lives under my bed?”
I shrugged offering her an innocent grin. “Maybe… on second thought… maybe not.” I waved away her disgruntled look and reached forward to slam the window shut. “You’ll get the table wet.” She scowled and shoved me aside migrating over to another window. When I saw that she was purposefully ignoring me, I shrugged and yelled a quick greeting to my mom before disappearing in my room.
The following morning remained unchanged. And yet in the creeping red’s and gold’s of the dawn’s light, the world shimmered as if sprinkled in glitter. I was there to greet the day at six-thirty in the morning. A quick seven minutes in the shower, thirty seconds getting dressed, ten seconds running a comb through my shaggy hair, and I was ready to go. I later found to my frustration that another ten minutes would be lost in search of my shoes. When I could not find them, I quickly slipped Sai La’s ratty old Kay Swiss’ on and skipped out of the house with my farewell cry echoing the premise of the still mostly silent house.
In the early morning it is still and mostly silent. The birds have left, all migrated south or getting ready for the approaching chill. Thus it was with a shiver of trepidation that I started down the sidewalk to school. The ever early light cast long shadows that crawled with me. There was a moment of unease as I felt eyes boring into my back, but I refused, a thoughtlessly stupid move on my part as I would later find out, to give in the urge to turn and look back.
The wind was but a dry whistle as it barely shifted. Bringing with the ever moving air, a soft murmuring; whisperings that crept through my senses tricking them into hearing whispered giggles and soft conversations. But with no one around, I made no move to search the area. Instead, I hunched into myself, as if to hide from the environment.
It was with great relief when I reached the front entrance and hurried in. Mr. Vatt’s, one of the staff at the welcoming desk glared at me as I hurried past. “ID.” I jumped at the word and spun to face him my mind still racing from my speed walk from home to here. I found myself staring blankly at him. He sneered. “ID.” He repeated making it sound like he said more of a, “ID, stupid.” I hastily dug around my pocket and dragged out the small square plastic card. The silver chain was cold to the touch but with a indiscernible wince, I still slipped it around my neck. His sneer became more pronounced at the lost chance of getting me in trouble and took his time waving me away. I took haste and hurried from him.
Down the narrow hallway, on my left, a short teen was gently pounding a water vending machine. She briefly met my eyes before returning to whatever she was doing. On my right, the principal stood in the doorway of the front office blocking the way as he greeted the passing students. Having been drilled into being polite by my mom, I courteous returned his greeting before hurrying away. Something snagged my arm causing me to come to an abrupt halt and the momentum from my original speed continued to carry my body into a half turn.
“Na! Damn, slow down dude!” A boy about my age was scowling heavily at me. His hand tightened briefly before he let go and flicked back the end of his pony tail. Brown eyes glared at me, a strange almost amber color that kind of glowed. “You’re always rushing to class.” He grumbled. I grinned.
“Hallo Lao.” I waited for him to catch his breath before we started down the hallway again. “You know, you’re still the only one to call me by my real name.” I commented offhandedly.
“I’m not really used to calling you… uh… Cameron.” He replied with a visible wince. “Who the hell goes by some wimp ass name as, Cameron anyway? Oh, did you do your English homework?”
“Yeah, it wasn’t that hard. Why? Do you need it?”
“Yeah man, can I copy it?”
“Sure dude.” I pawed around my bag and withdrew a slightly crumpled stack of stapled papers. Lao greedily snatched them out of my hands hastily flipping through them.
“Shit, I can’t wait for these dumb ass teachers to-”
“Ah hem.” We both froze at the soft sound of some one clearing their throat. “Mr. Lee, kindly explain to me why you currently have Mr. Thor’s paper in your hands?”
Lao spun and smiled innocently at the short portly man presently favoring us with a reproving stare. “’Cause Mr. G, I’m helping Na, my man here, go over his homework.” I nodded trying to look as innocent as possible.
“Right.” Mr. Grissum, oft referred to as Mr. G by me and Lao, smiled sweetly. Fuck! Busted. “I’ll see you both in detention after school and I’ll be giving your English teacher a call shortly.” We both quickly nodded knowing it could have been worse. “Give me that- you’ll take a zero, Mr. Thor, and hurry off to class the both of you!” I watched as Lao reluctantly handed the paper over and groaned. I fucking worked all night to finish that stupid packet! But instead of complaining, I grabbed Lao’s elbow and practically dragged him away. “Oh! And I’ll see you in Saturday school too, Mr. Lee.” Mr. G called after us.
“Fuck!”