AoixUruha - Like Sepia 1/3
Title : Like Sepia
Author : dani_25
Chapter(s) : 1/3+epilogue?
Genre(s) : AU, Romance
Rating : NC-17
Fandom : the GazettE with Luna Sea
Pairing(s) : Uruha/Aoi/Uruha, Inoran/Uruha
Warnings : Language, Sex, Tragedy
Disclaimer : No owning of A and U T__T
Comments : Old story from me.
Collection : DIVE [AXU]
Synopsis : Monochrome was the colour of your world yet, so frustratingly beautiful. Your music made me fall for you deeper without any single word.
Let me tell you about a love story…
It was the first quarter of school and the ranging sounds of bells and shoes on the hall made my senses alert and do my homeroom welcome notes. I didn’t know that my boredom and curiousness would lead me to where you are. Aside from being a pathetic loner, you were trapped in a colourless scene. Playing classic of a music, your fingers dancing over the dusty keyboards…
But…you sure caught my heart with your soulful melody and earthen harmless beauty. Soul engaged on an endless sepia world.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
My short vacation had ended so boringly much to my displeasure. The almost empty and utterly boring vacation had ended so soon that I was feeling regret for not doing something worth the while between those days of freedom from books and endless stupid lectures. It’s so sad to begin the school year when I’m not that totally ready for any mind digging works.
My new high school life revolves around the four corners of this private of a town school. No social life outside but only to this boredom world of music notes and paper works. Around this old fashioned school ground and aging teachers and homerooms, to simple bookworm students and low class facilities which you can never be proud of. I’m not the typical young man to be very intimidated by this out of civilization surrounding but God… it’s so damn boring and dead cold.
*****
I usually go to a public school in the city. Not that I am ashamed to say that I was enrolled at a certain public school. Truth is, I rather much like my old public school because it’s located in the city near the tall buildings and shopping malls. Not like this old doomed of a kind private school with dead long ago features.
But unfortunately, after two year of attendance, my lucky star was taken from my careless hold. When the indecent incident happen a year back when I was in my second year at that public school, I was expelled because of some malicious gossips and degrading issues.
Back then, I was accused of being a student slut and fucking student whore and anything below the belt tags which happen to be not so intriguing for my own good. For God’s sake I just let them spill me out and call me anything they want because it was simply…simply the truth. Yes, I am what they were referring me to but I’m not ashamed. Absolutely not because just that’s the way I was so. They accused me of all the possible humiliation but it’s not so big deal for me I swear. And that is why my respective parents pulled me back to where I now belong. I was nothing but a born wild and simply stubborn.
After being sickly tired of annoying parents meeting and counseling, my father decided to send me off back to our hometown where I grew up and stayed for until I was eight years old. We’ve left the town when I got nine because my father had been accelerated to a new prompt job at the city which he rather took up immediately and that had cause to drag us together with him. My mother agreed basically and joined with his fortune seeking shoes that’s why we left the town so suddenly without any further roots. And especially, me and my two sisters were been force to left our buddies and childhood foots without looking back where we grew.
Since then, we stayed and lived in the city for seven years. It was honestly comfortable and sociable rather than the simple living routine at the small town where we came from. I had then begun to love the city walks and lifestyle that it was taken from me so suddenly just because of some stupid bugging rumors. I was like being drag from top to bottom without any further accusations. My silly parents did nothing to cover me or pushed the matter that I was innocent and just let my name be passed from tongue to tongue that it ruined my reputation so badly it ended up me being expelled out embarrassingly.
All I did then was to accept my misfortune because I was so careless and mindless I admit though but, the thing I was so angry of was, my parents send me off back to our hometown alone. I was so upset with that so I ended up leaving them without any word because my hatred was so strong that I felt like they never did care for me enough to let me stay with them and just threw me to the faraway world of simple doom.
*****
I recall that March, spring season, I descended back to our old hometown alone and with an upside down face of misfortune. I just already give up on hoping they would change their mind because I’m still their only son. Their only son however stupid and reckless I am. But even this misfortune I called, at least I was thankful to them that they gave me the full authorization of our old house. Not bad though and in fact, I have no other choice.
When I arrived, I’ve immediately checked in for my old things and stuffs. Our house nearly looks the same. Some furniture and decorations still tucked in their respective places. The colour of the walls and ceiling though did fade down to old rusty painting and all I could do was to sigh. I’m very well used to my life at the city. Spoiled if I may say, got almost everything easily but then all were been payback for eventually.
I had approximately spent a whole week, unpacking, arranging, displaying and renovating some of the spaces and decorative inside my new place, or if I must say, my old place. While cleaning and setting up, I got to reminisced to some of my unforgettable memories here. Almost so funny to realized that I somehow missed my life here and to this town. Smiling warmly around as I finished up and put all my necessary things into their places, I rested next and thought for my next days ahead. I need to go to school next week to enroll myself for the upcoming school entrance. Now, I just wonder what my presence would be when I first walk in to my new school ground. It sound so exciting and at the same time, intriguing. Well, as always for me.
I never got nervous when coming to this kind of transferring. Got to be used to this because I always had technical problems regarding grades and school staffs matters. As I had said, I used to be the center of attraction to my old schools for the reasons I couldn’t count on. I’m not the popular nor the top star student but I always got into troubles regarding teacher seduction and manipulation. Ha well, I’m not boasting or anything but some said that I really had this alluring essence that could truly bent everything straight. Such as male teachers and instructors and even some of the most popular hunks of the school ground, so I used that to my own good. I couldn’t care though unless, they’ll give me extra grades or would pass me in the examinations.
I’m not practically a bright child. Almost failing every goddamn semester and couldn’t even reach the passing point. My parents did know and sometimes called me hopeless and slapping my face with their own disappointment and unfortunate grow. I was their biggest disappointment I just know, and that’s why I’m here in our old town and alone. I couldn’t blame them for all so I just escaped and flew into this new but then old world that I had known even way back through.
The school which my parents decided for me to get onto, as I heard was of a classic, old fashioned private high school. More on musical stuffs and hyperless instructors. So lame… It was where my parents practically went onto and graduated so I sighed, hopeless. That was too old! Private was alright to me but old fashion and classic? What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t understand why they had chosen that instead of a private, high technology one with oh so many good looking girls and boys around. I thought suddenly that, it’s maybe their counter attack on me for behaving so badly and going stubborn head.
Shrugging off nonchalantly, and if that’s what they want for me then so be it. I could take care of myself and it’s nice in the sense that I was like being handed my freedom and all. So what if old fashion? Maybe they’re waiting for the true star to change their boring classical world. I just so think that maybe, I’m the one to bring them extra wildness and liberation. Oh, going back to business huh?...
So the morning of the new week came, me acting extremely busy and serious for what I swear was the first time in my own history. I just got to enroll to the same exact school opening so it was the first day actually. It’s odd to say that I was like a sudden transfer student that had jump all the way. What can I do? If I didn’t enroll myself today, I would be left over because it’s the start off already.
My new school was what exactly I had been thinking of, based on what my parents had told me so. Two-storey building with a wide rooftop. Exactly old looking, dull, almost like those of haunted schools in the common horror movie and so really quite and lifeless. I’m not damn exaggerating but it did look like a colourless building with few students and empty spaces. The ground was plain green, clean and wasn’t that really of eye-catching at all. Just flat shaved grass ground, sullen dim halls and very quiet, almost non-existing students and school staffs scattered few to every corner.
When I first enter the area, it’s so quiet that I could feel my footsteps were the only thing making sounds of interruptions. It’s so odd though I breathe in and headed for my first destination. I shouldn’t be bothered by these unnecessary descriptions. I could like this place, maybe some months more.
After passing through countable doors and solid soundless hallway, I headed for the registration area. I must say that I get into a lot of horrible explanations on why I had enrolled so late and why I was filing myself alone with no parents or guardian at all. Thankfully, my parents did call all the way from Tokyo to inform and confirm to them about my sole allegation. And finally, after a long conversation and too much consideration, the school management gradually signed me in much to my pleasure. At least I had passed the first initiation.
Before going in to my new classroom which was located only on the first floor, I fixed myself to the best way imaginable and prepared my stuffs for just an added honorable school boy effect to which I wouldn’t actually giving a damn shit importance. It was like my accessories. Flaunt stuffs to accentuate that I really am a new student and a serious one. Class never did give excitement to me but, the thought of the new folks I could meet and sit with after a premium slide of introductions made a whole lot of sense for me.
At last, I finally made it up to my new class after minutes of lingering outside the building. I breathe in before opening the door. And when I stepped in, as much as I hate to admit, the eerie silence was still up, even greeting me full body inside the classroom. It’s eight in the morning and I know it’s too early but, why did it have to be so cooling serene? I swear I find it totally weird.
When I gaze straight in the middle of the classroom, my homeroom adviser looks me so suspiciously intimidating when I walk in first step. I greeted him respectively as a nice approach and bowed. Next was, all the students came eerily silent again but I could still hear some faint noises and unfaithful chattering. They were so irritating for me now that I showed up almost brightly. The room looked so damn gloomy with all their cold serious faces bugging me.
First day, first morning and it’s totally boring to death. We started up with some corny introductions about ourselves and so on but it wasn’t excitement to say the least. I find it hard to interact with them, especially with conservative and immature classmates. The teacher looked fine and he was always stealing glances over me I had noticed. He’s good looking though I could say and had these sort of flirty gazes towards me which I could easily caught us sudden desires.
Another silent onlooker from my behind in the rows came unexpectedly interesting. A guy with big nerdy glasses almost drool himself over me. I could be looking so damn pretty and liberated to which I supposed they craved on from this kind of simple, all too innocent and very much conservative type of females I had ever met. All the girls here were frustratingly meek and couldn’t even put some decorations on their pale faces. They were such a bunch of dedicated maidens of this classically sick school. No wonder why the guys in here ogle at me after I gave them a flash of cocky smile and a flip of my hair. I’m prone to this kind of stuffs. Very much used to this kind of surveillance and I just know where this things could lead up. I looked forward for more convincing stuffs than bore myself in these four walls and rather make some thrilling escapades with those who seek pleasures under this old rusty ceilings and corridors.
Our class headed for a lifeless thirty minutes when suddenly, the back entrance door swing open unexpectedly before a pair of hands came clutching to the door frames and pushing the door itself with oh so slow movements. I supposed the late comer would be rushing to death for being so tardy but I almost drop my jaw when the person showed up from the opened way, height only leveling with the metal doorknob because he was sat on a distinct wheelchair.
I raised my brow. I don’t ever think that I enrolled myself into some public service kind of school. Handicaps shouldn’t be mixing with the all too capable like us. The scene of that dark haired boy in the poor wheelchair made me snort in annoyance. He had gotten all the attentions inside the room. Even the teacher did halt from his lectures. Does he have to be that late in order to gain attention or mass sympathy? I doubt it. He looked so practically incapable.
The slow and careful stride of the boy’s wheels made me roll my eyes, resting my chin over one palm and watch him struggles to slide in between the narrow spaced rows of desks. Unfortunately, it happened to be that my desk was second to the last and the next spot to my right was unoccupied. And… there he comes.
I watched him with bored lidded eyes. He had managed to shove the chair beside me and replaced himself over there. If everyone had curiously stared at him earlier in his late entrance, the next moment was one back to normal. All back to their own businesses leaving me frustrated for more. As a newcomer, I shrugged them off. I couldn’t care. I don’t want their stupid businesses. They’re all lame for me. Corny, senseless and not intriguing in any way except for this wheeled boy.
He puts up his school notes and started to scribble down the recited lectures. For a moment, I just watched him with my chin still propped over my hand, a well-known lazy position. Fortunately, our seats were on the very end of the row and were near the windows. I just wonder of why the teacher didn’t seem to be bother by his late arrival and I remember he didn’t even greeted him or apologize himself for being late. He just stormed over with his slow pathetic pace and seated comfortably without even bothering to introduce himself just like what we all did in the beginning. Immediately, I sighed in boredom and shrugged the wheelchair boy just like what I did to everyone.
Generally, no one caught my attention more. All were seem to be hopeless romantic and so frighteningly lifeless. When the bell rang for the last period of the day, I couldn’t believe it was already three in the afternoon so I immediately jump out of my desk, trying to convince myself the hours of doomed had finally ended. First day went on and ended with not as much fun and I just hope that I could bear for more of these sickeningly dead boring days of study.
I was kind enough for sure because I waited for minutes when all the students barged out from the classroom and almost wrestle against each other just to fit their forms into the narrow exit. When the last batch were finally out, I sighed in heavenly relief as I assumed that I were the last one left except for the teacher who was shuffling things over his table.
I briefly gave him a last glance and just as I expected, he turn up and looked me with unreadable eyes. It was kind of serious dark but I could faintly see the awful lust through his sticky gaze. I slightly raised a brow, disgusted but I didn’t let him knew through my passive expression.
When I was already feeling goosebumps crawling down my skin, I immediately turn to exit but hardly make it through when I tripped on and bumped onto something or I should say someone.
“Ouch!” I cried out. I was about to cursed hard on that stupid idiot but realized it was going to be so rude.
“Aaa…so-sorry!” The wheelchair boy apologized with a heavy bowing of his head. I open my mouth to at least groan my pain out but then decided to close it and just bit hard on my lower lip. I hissed hard in pain. My toes had hit the metal of that stupid rolling chair and it hurt promise even though I had my shoes on.
“Fuck! Haist! It’s okay! Just…just get off the way you slow head!” I exclaimed almost loudly. I didn’t intend it to be that way though but I find it so stupid because the dark haired wheelechair boy just stared up at me with wide shocked eyes. I bet he never had heard someone muttering this harsh and almost uneducated. Well, sorry for him because I have grown up in the city where everyone was muttering senseless cursed words never used in this poor shit of a town.
“I really am sorry…” He apologized again. I sighed. I almost scrunched up my face irritatedly because God, he was looking over pathetic. He had this almost water in the corner of his eyes as he was looking up at me. That expression alone made me sick in my stomach. This stupid boy really made me feel horrible and evil I swear.
“Gosh! I said it’s okay right? Are you deaf? Just get off my way, can you?!” I spat back. I was controlling myself for real because of his pathetic form but then he was kind of hard to tell that was making my sense boil. Despite he’s definitely better looking compare to the other folks I’ve seen here, he’s annoyingly pathetic looking up at me in that chair of worthless. Me, feeling all too rude and pitiless came forming in the air around us. I couldn’t care at the moment. I needed to escape this boring hell before I go madder.
“Sorry…” I heard him mumbled low as he stared down and grip on the wheel and turn it to move aside the exit. I gave him one last annoyed look before stomping out of the room.
*****
The next days came like a dejavu. Same boring classmates and pervert looking teacher were all my eyes had to endure. I wasn’t complaining, I wasn’t annoyed and I wasn’t angry. All I really felt was boredom.
This next day, my face was propped up in one hand, eyes heavily lidded, all too lazy again to even give a single shit attention to whatever the hell our teacher was writing on the board. I would often notice that pervert stealing quick glance over me with that eyes of his which I was sure of imagining filthy things behind.
I scrunched up my nose as disgust get on my skin this fair afternoon. I just so know what that stupid looks that old man was giving me. Maybe he had checked on my background in my previous school. Maybe he already knew of why I was been expelled there and thrown here by my respective parents. I was hooking my classmates, schoolmates and even teachers back there just to get advantages from them. Oh shit… that man wasn’t expecting me to hook him wasn’t he?
“Takashima, could you give us the correct answer for this question?” A pest rang out my ears. That bastard called me up. He might have seen my latest expression. Damn…
I stood up so very slow. I’m feeling lazy. It wasn’t because I knew what he was asking or the answer to his question. I frowned at the board. I wasn’t basically listening to the lecture so I definitely don’t know a single shit about the words written on the board. Staring blankly, I snapped out when I heard the sharp hitting of the chalk on the wood board.
“Do you know the answer Takashima? I bet you don’t. You’re not listening to me the whole time. Am I boring? Is that what you’re thinking?” He accused me low. It made me taken aback and raised a brow. What the heck? Was he scolding me like a stupid little brat in front of these boys and girls of my age? Oh…this is humiliating.
“What? Why you even enrolled here if you don’t know this simple music background question? This is a music school for God’s sake. So simple question I have here for you Takashima.” That bastard old man, he’s making my blood boil high.
“Aa…I- -” Damn I couldn’t counter back! There was an awkward silence taking inside the room for a minute I guess that I could feel my sweat getting cold. I’m like nervous?
“Pachelbel.” I suddenly heard. Low but I had heard. Beside me?
“Huh?” I turn briefly and looked down at my seatmate.
“Johann Pachelbel.” He repeated. I was so out of space.
“Pachelbel.” Without any instinct, all of a sudden, I finally answered the teacher. I made it loud so to at last counter him back. I was kind of like bewitched. I answered straight without even knowing the word that escaped my lips.
“Correct. Canon in D Major was composed by Johann Pachelbel. You may sit down Takashima. Next time, I want everyone listening attentively. Don’t take your ears and eyes off me. I will give a preliminary examination next Monday so better study our lessons seriously because I never gave pity on lazy ass students.”
I was out of explanation next. After I answered, I sat back down quietly. I really felt degraded in the sense that, that teacher had to scold me right here and then without a warning. I glared at him while he resumed on sitting back on his desk in front us. Could I say I had saw a glint of satisfaction on his face as he smirked there probably knowing I was glaring hard over him. Son of a bitch! I knew it. It was a plain simple evil trick.
I tore my gaze away from that old devil and crossed my arms over my chest. Just add to this doomed life I now had, I was starting to believe I have been cursed to endure this little hell of school. Boring to death classmates and pervert bastard teacher were too much for my displeasure.
“I’m sorry. Please excuse him.” I suddenly snapped from my boiling mad moment. Wheelchair boy was talking to me oh my God…
“What? Why you’re sorry? You had helped me right? You’re so weird.” I mumbled low, rolling my eyes as this silent seatmate of mine talked to me like he had done all the wrong things in the world to me. Was he insecure or what?
“I know. Just don’t take his words deeply. He’s just a strict.” He turned at me. His eyes, his eyes unbelievably showing a concern glint on it. I notice him to be a humble one and nice enough but his kindness was awfully frustrating. I was used to get on with teens like me. Liberated, shitheads, reckless, bad mouthed. I was never good in pretending to be down to earth and being friends with angel face dudes and dudettes. This boy is one of those who sound like saints and I hate to admit he made me calm and curious to say the least.
“Alright. Just stop saying sorry to me okay? It’s annoying you know? You don’t have to show goodie buddy to me okay?” I retorted. “Kouyou. Takashima Kouyou. You can call me Kouyou. You?” I reach out a hand to him remembering I didn’t know his name yet and probably he’s the same with mine. To my relief, he nodded and I raised a brow again because I just saw him blushed after.
“Yuu. Shiroyama Yuu.” He reached my hand and we do an informal simple handshake. It was utterly relieving. At least I had someone to have for a chat around. Seems like he’s going to talk more now as I felt his hand tightening against mine. I smiled at him. Like a fake smile which I always use to capture anyone without even giving an effort. After it, I return back and sighed. I then resumed my lazy face position.
All the time we’re on that subject, it was the last though and I was feeling a bit conscious. Seriously, I would feel and somehow notice Shiroyama glancing at me. I don’t mind though. Maybe because I was the only one near him enough to look at to or considering his posture, I could be the only one giving him attention.
“Aa…what?” I suddenly asked. Just lowly but enough for him to get startled from his seat. I couldn’t take it when someone was ogling at me for long.
“Huh? Aa…your…your hair…” He stammered. That moment, my brow quirked again. I’ve never realized it but Shiroyama was, could I say…cute? I shifted to my side so I was facing him with my left cheek still propped against one hand.
Starling black hair, calm eyes and heart-shaped lips, hmmn… he’s definitely outstanding from all these plain looking geeks. He’s far more attractive than I have ever thought when I first saw him.
“My hair?” I stared straight and he nodded. He tilted his head slightly to the side, almost like looking he was wondering. “What’s with my hair?”
“Its colour.” He mumbled.
“Blond?” I mimicked his position, tilting my head to the side. There was seriously something interesting the way Shiroyama was staring at me with curious filled eyes. He looks like a child in wonder.
He then nodded but was frowning deep, I was utterly confused. I force an idiot smiled at how he was suddenly being curious about my looks or particularly about the colour of my hair. He was a silent one. A loner I guess because I always see him just by himself and alone when we’re out of the room. I never saw him interact with anybody. He barely even talked, even to me so I was kind of mesmerized at how his voice came out like a gentle wave of tone.
“This isn’t natural. See? I just dyed it blond.” I reach for my locks and twirl some of it to my fingers. Maybe my choice of hair colour was utterly out of ordinary. This kind of racked me out. Blondes were definitely popular in the city but then again, this isn’t city.
“It’s beautiful…” He slowly nodded in amazement, like he had just discovered another milestone of world discovery. I smirked. He was kind of funny saying my hair was beautiful. I was sure his words weren’t irony.
“Your eyes?” He asked again. I seriously was chuckling in my mind. I’ve truly never met someone as solid damn curious head as Shiroyama.
“My eyes?” He nodded. “I’m just wearing contact lenses. Look.” I leaned in forward him. I don’t know but I felt like, I’m also enjoying his continuous curiousness. I held up my lids and stretch them wider so that to show him my fake earth green irises. He blinked hard though, surprised as I moved my face closer to him. So close that we’re inches apart.
“Aa…it’s beautiful too!” He exclaimed with wide eyes almost sparkling. I now chuckled. Pulling away, I held my stomach as I was then practically laughing hard over. Shiroyama was incredibly adorable.
That day, I went back home with a silly grin on my face. How utterly surprising that I had just finally found an interesting human on that school of the doomed. At first he was a pathetic stranger to my eyes. But after the day, I’ve got onto his side and made chats that were purely teeny and far from my usual stuffs.
He still wasn’t normal though, but then still worth the while. At least for the first time, I feel like innocent teenager again. Knowing Shiroyama Yuu was nothing but a complete indoor boy, it’s nice to get some appreciation from someone who don’t probably know malicious intentions.
Honest as I could say about him, even if he was a year older, he was far innocent compare to me. Shiroyama was not the same as the people whom I’ve met then.
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A/N: AXU FOREVER ^___^
Comments are <3
Author : dani_25
Chapter(s) : 1/3+epilogue?
Genre(s) : AU, Romance
Rating : NC-17
Fandom : the GazettE with Luna Sea
Pairing(s) : Uruha/Aoi/Uruha, Inoran/Uruha
Warnings : Language, Sex, Tragedy
Disclaimer : No owning of A and U T__T
Comments : Old story from me.
Collection : DIVE [AXU]
Synopsis : Monochrome was the colour of your world yet, so frustratingly beautiful. Your music made me fall for you deeper without any single word.
Let me tell you about a love story…
It was the first quarter of school and the ranging sounds of bells and shoes on the hall made my senses alert and do my homeroom welcome notes. I didn’t know that my boredom and curiousness would lead me to where you are. Aside from being a pathetic loner, you were trapped in a colourless scene. Playing classic of a music, your fingers dancing over the dusty keyboards…
But…you sure caught my heart with your soulful melody and earthen harmless beauty. Soul engaged on an endless sepia world.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
My short vacation had ended so boringly much to my displeasure. The almost empty and utterly boring vacation had ended so soon that I was feeling regret for not doing something worth the while between those days of freedom from books and endless stupid lectures. It’s so sad to begin the school year when I’m not that totally ready for any mind digging works.
My new high school life revolves around the four corners of this private of a town school. No social life outside but only to this boredom world of music notes and paper works. Around this old fashioned school ground and aging teachers and homerooms, to simple bookworm students and low class facilities which you can never be proud of. I’m not the typical young man to be very intimidated by this out of civilization surrounding but God… it’s so damn boring and dead cold.
*****
I usually go to a public school in the city. Not that I am ashamed to say that I was enrolled at a certain public school. Truth is, I rather much like my old public school because it’s located in the city near the tall buildings and shopping malls. Not like this old doomed of a kind private school with dead long ago features.
But unfortunately, after two year of attendance, my lucky star was taken from my careless hold. When the indecent incident happen a year back when I was in my second year at that public school, I was expelled because of some malicious gossips and degrading issues.
Back then, I was accused of being a student slut and fucking student whore and anything below the belt tags which happen to be not so intriguing for my own good. For God’s sake I just let them spill me out and call me anything they want because it was simply…simply the truth. Yes, I am what they were referring me to but I’m not ashamed. Absolutely not because just that’s the way I was so. They accused me of all the possible humiliation but it’s not so big deal for me I swear. And that is why my respective parents pulled me back to where I now belong. I was nothing but a born wild and simply stubborn.
After being sickly tired of annoying parents meeting and counseling, my father decided to send me off back to our hometown where I grew up and stayed for until I was eight years old. We’ve left the town when I got nine because my father had been accelerated to a new prompt job at the city which he rather took up immediately and that had cause to drag us together with him. My mother agreed basically and joined with his fortune seeking shoes that’s why we left the town so suddenly without any further roots. And especially, me and my two sisters were been force to left our buddies and childhood foots without looking back where we grew.
Since then, we stayed and lived in the city for seven years. It was honestly comfortable and sociable rather than the simple living routine at the small town where we came from. I had then begun to love the city walks and lifestyle that it was taken from me so suddenly just because of some stupid bugging rumors. I was like being drag from top to bottom without any further accusations. My silly parents did nothing to cover me or pushed the matter that I was innocent and just let my name be passed from tongue to tongue that it ruined my reputation so badly it ended up me being expelled out embarrassingly.
All I did then was to accept my misfortune because I was so careless and mindless I admit though but, the thing I was so angry of was, my parents send me off back to our hometown alone. I was so upset with that so I ended up leaving them without any word because my hatred was so strong that I felt like they never did care for me enough to let me stay with them and just threw me to the faraway world of simple doom.
*****
I recall that March, spring season, I descended back to our old hometown alone and with an upside down face of misfortune. I just already give up on hoping they would change their mind because I’m still their only son. Their only son however stupid and reckless I am. But even this misfortune I called, at least I was thankful to them that they gave me the full authorization of our old house. Not bad though and in fact, I have no other choice.
When I arrived, I’ve immediately checked in for my old things and stuffs. Our house nearly looks the same. Some furniture and decorations still tucked in their respective places. The colour of the walls and ceiling though did fade down to old rusty painting and all I could do was to sigh. I’m very well used to my life at the city. Spoiled if I may say, got almost everything easily but then all were been payback for eventually.
I had approximately spent a whole week, unpacking, arranging, displaying and renovating some of the spaces and decorative inside my new place, or if I must say, my old place. While cleaning and setting up, I got to reminisced to some of my unforgettable memories here. Almost so funny to realized that I somehow missed my life here and to this town. Smiling warmly around as I finished up and put all my necessary things into their places, I rested next and thought for my next days ahead. I need to go to school next week to enroll myself for the upcoming school entrance. Now, I just wonder what my presence would be when I first walk in to my new school ground. It sound so exciting and at the same time, intriguing. Well, as always for me.
I never got nervous when coming to this kind of transferring. Got to be used to this because I always had technical problems regarding grades and school staffs matters. As I had said, I used to be the center of attraction to my old schools for the reasons I couldn’t count on. I’m not the popular nor the top star student but I always got into troubles regarding teacher seduction and manipulation. Ha well, I’m not boasting or anything but some said that I really had this alluring essence that could truly bent everything straight. Such as male teachers and instructors and even some of the most popular hunks of the school ground, so I used that to my own good. I couldn’t care though unless, they’ll give me extra grades or would pass me in the examinations.
I’m not practically a bright child. Almost failing every goddamn semester and couldn’t even reach the passing point. My parents did know and sometimes called me hopeless and slapping my face with their own disappointment and unfortunate grow. I was their biggest disappointment I just know, and that’s why I’m here in our old town and alone. I couldn’t blame them for all so I just escaped and flew into this new but then old world that I had known even way back through.
The school which my parents decided for me to get onto, as I heard was of a classic, old fashioned private high school. More on musical stuffs and hyperless instructors. So lame… It was where my parents practically went onto and graduated so I sighed, hopeless. That was too old! Private was alright to me but old fashion and classic? What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t understand why they had chosen that instead of a private, high technology one with oh so many good looking girls and boys around. I thought suddenly that, it’s maybe their counter attack on me for behaving so badly and going stubborn head.
Shrugging off nonchalantly, and if that’s what they want for me then so be it. I could take care of myself and it’s nice in the sense that I was like being handed my freedom and all. So what if old fashion? Maybe they’re waiting for the true star to change their boring classical world. I just so think that maybe, I’m the one to bring them extra wildness and liberation. Oh, going back to business huh?...
So the morning of the new week came, me acting extremely busy and serious for what I swear was the first time in my own history. I just got to enroll to the same exact school opening so it was the first day actually. It’s odd to say that I was like a sudden transfer student that had jump all the way. What can I do? If I didn’t enroll myself today, I would be left over because it’s the start off already.
My new school was what exactly I had been thinking of, based on what my parents had told me so. Two-storey building with a wide rooftop. Exactly old looking, dull, almost like those of haunted schools in the common horror movie and so really quite and lifeless. I’m not damn exaggerating but it did look like a colourless building with few students and empty spaces. The ground was plain green, clean and wasn’t that really of eye-catching at all. Just flat shaved grass ground, sullen dim halls and very quiet, almost non-existing students and school staffs scattered few to every corner.
When I first enter the area, it’s so quiet that I could feel my footsteps were the only thing making sounds of interruptions. It’s so odd though I breathe in and headed for my first destination. I shouldn’t be bothered by these unnecessary descriptions. I could like this place, maybe some months more.
After passing through countable doors and solid soundless hallway, I headed for the registration area. I must say that I get into a lot of horrible explanations on why I had enrolled so late and why I was filing myself alone with no parents or guardian at all. Thankfully, my parents did call all the way from Tokyo to inform and confirm to them about my sole allegation. And finally, after a long conversation and too much consideration, the school management gradually signed me in much to my pleasure. At least I had passed the first initiation.
Before going in to my new classroom which was located only on the first floor, I fixed myself to the best way imaginable and prepared my stuffs for just an added honorable school boy effect to which I wouldn’t actually giving a damn shit importance. It was like my accessories. Flaunt stuffs to accentuate that I really am a new student and a serious one. Class never did give excitement to me but, the thought of the new folks I could meet and sit with after a premium slide of introductions made a whole lot of sense for me.
At last, I finally made it up to my new class after minutes of lingering outside the building. I breathe in before opening the door. And when I stepped in, as much as I hate to admit, the eerie silence was still up, even greeting me full body inside the classroom. It’s eight in the morning and I know it’s too early but, why did it have to be so cooling serene? I swear I find it totally weird.
When I gaze straight in the middle of the classroom, my homeroom adviser looks me so suspiciously intimidating when I walk in first step. I greeted him respectively as a nice approach and bowed. Next was, all the students came eerily silent again but I could still hear some faint noises and unfaithful chattering. They were so irritating for me now that I showed up almost brightly. The room looked so damn gloomy with all their cold serious faces bugging me.
First day, first morning and it’s totally boring to death. We started up with some corny introductions about ourselves and so on but it wasn’t excitement to say the least. I find it hard to interact with them, especially with conservative and immature classmates. The teacher looked fine and he was always stealing glances over me I had noticed. He’s good looking though I could say and had these sort of flirty gazes towards me which I could easily caught us sudden desires.
Another silent onlooker from my behind in the rows came unexpectedly interesting. A guy with big nerdy glasses almost drool himself over me. I could be looking so damn pretty and liberated to which I supposed they craved on from this kind of simple, all too innocent and very much conservative type of females I had ever met. All the girls here were frustratingly meek and couldn’t even put some decorations on their pale faces. They were such a bunch of dedicated maidens of this classically sick school. No wonder why the guys in here ogle at me after I gave them a flash of cocky smile and a flip of my hair. I’m prone to this kind of stuffs. Very much used to this kind of surveillance and I just know where this things could lead up. I looked forward for more convincing stuffs than bore myself in these four walls and rather make some thrilling escapades with those who seek pleasures under this old rusty ceilings and corridors.
Our class headed for a lifeless thirty minutes when suddenly, the back entrance door swing open unexpectedly before a pair of hands came clutching to the door frames and pushing the door itself with oh so slow movements. I supposed the late comer would be rushing to death for being so tardy but I almost drop my jaw when the person showed up from the opened way, height only leveling with the metal doorknob because he was sat on a distinct wheelchair.
I raised my brow. I don’t ever think that I enrolled myself into some public service kind of school. Handicaps shouldn’t be mixing with the all too capable like us. The scene of that dark haired boy in the poor wheelchair made me snort in annoyance. He had gotten all the attentions inside the room. Even the teacher did halt from his lectures. Does he have to be that late in order to gain attention or mass sympathy? I doubt it. He looked so practically incapable.
The slow and careful stride of the boy’s wheels made me roll my eyes, resting my chin over one palm and watch him struggles to slide in between the narrow spaced rows of desks. Unfortunately, it happened to be that my desk was second to the last and the next spot to my right was unoccupied. And… there he comes.
I watched him with bored lidded eyes. He had managed to shove the chair beside me and replaced himself over there. If everyone had curiously stared at him earlier in his late entrance, the next moment was one back to normal. All back to their own businesses leaving me frustrated for more. As a newcomer, I shrugged them off. I couldn’t care. I don’t want their stupid businesses. They’re all lame for me. Corny, senseless and not intriguing in any way except for this wheeled boy.
He puts up his school notes and started to scribble down the recited lectures. For a moment, I just watched him with my chin still propped over my hand, a well-known lazy position. Fortunately, our seats were on the very end of the row and were near the windows. I just wonder of why the teacher didn’t seem to be bother by his late arrival and I remember he didn’t even greeted him or apologize himself for being late. He just stormed over with his slow pathetic pace and seated comfortably without even bothering to introduce himself just like what we all did in the beginning. Immediately, I sighed in boredom and shrugged the wheelchair boy just like what I did to everyone.
Generally, no one caught my attention more. All were seem to be hopeless romantic and so frighteningly lifeless. When the bell rang for the last period of the day, I couldn’t believe it was already three in the afternoon so I immediately jump out of my desk, trying to convince myself the hours of doomed had finally ended. First day went on and ended with not as much fun and I just hope that I could bear for more of these sickeningly dead boring days of study.
I was kind enough for sure because I waited for minutes when all the students barged out from the classroom and almost wrestle against each other just to fit their forms into the narrow exit. When the last batch were finally out, I sighed in heavenly relief as I assumed that I were the last one left except for the teacher who was shuffling things over his table.
I briefly gave him a last glance and just as I expected, he turn up and looked me with unreadable eyes. It was kind of serious dark but I could faintly see the awful lust through his sticky gaze. I slightly raised a brow, disgusted but I didn’t let him knew through my passive expression.
When I was already feeling goosebumps crawling down my skin, I immediately turn to exit but hardly make it through when I tripped on and bumped onto something or I should say someone.
“Ouch!” I cried out. I was about to cursed hard on that stupid idiot but realized it was going to be so rude.
“Aaa…so-sorry!” The wheelchair boy apologized with a heavy bowing of his head. I open my mouth to at least groan my pain out but then decided to close it and just bit hard on my lower lip. I hissed hard in pain. My toes had hit the metal of that stupid rolling chair and it hurt promise even though I had my shoes on.
“Fuck! Haist! It’s okay! Just…just get off the way you slow head!” I exclaimed almost loudly. I didn’t intend it to be that way though but I find it so stupid because the dark haired wheelechair boy just stared up at me with wide shocked eyes. I bet he never had heard someone muttering this harsh and almost uneducated. Well, sorry for him because I have grown up in the city where everyone was muttering senseless cursed words never used in this poor shit of a town.
“I really am sorry…” He apologized again. I sighed. I almost scrunched up my face irritatedly because God, he was looking over pathetic. He had this almost water in the corner of his eyes as he was looking up at me. That expression alone made me sick in my stomach. This stupid boy really made me feel horrible and evil I swear.
“Gosh! I said it’s okay right? Are you deaf? Just get off my way, can you?!” I spat back. I was controlling myself for real because of his pathetic form but then he was kind of hard to tell that was making my sense boil. Despite he’s definitely better looking compare to the other folks I’ve seen here, he’s annoyingly pathetic looking up at me in that chair of worthless. Me, feeling all too rude and pitiless came forming in the air around us. I couldn’t care at the moment. I needed to escape this boring hell before I go madder.
“Sorry…” I heard him mumbled low as he stared down and grip on the wheel and turn it to move aside the exit. I gave him one last annoyed look before stomping out of the room.
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The next days came like a dejavu. Same boring classmates and pervert looking teacher were all my eyes had to endure. I wasn’t complaining, I wasn’t annoyed and I wasn’t angry. All I really felt was boredom.
This next day, my face was propped up in one hand, eyes heavily lidded, all too lazy again to even give a single shit attention to whatever the hell our teacher was writing on the board. I would often notice that pervert stealing quick glance over me with that eyes of his which I was sure of imagining filthy things behind.
I scrunched up my nose as disgust get on my skin this fair afternoon. I just so know what that stupid looks that old man was giving me. Maybe he had checked on my background in my previous school. Maybe he already knew of why I was been expelled there and thrown here by my respective parents. I was hooking my classmates, schoolmates and even teachers back there just to get advantages from them. Oh shit… that man wasn’t expecting me to hook him wasn’t he?
“Takashima, could you give us the correct answer for this question?” A pest rang out my ears. That bastard called me up. He might have seen my latest expression. Damn…
I stood up so very slow. I’m feeling lazy. It wasn’t because I knew what he was asking or the answer to his question. I frowned at the board. I wasn’t basically listening to the lecture so I definitely don’t know a single shit about the words written on the board. Staring blankly, I snapped out when I heard the sharp hitting of the chalk on the wood board.
“Do you know the answer Takashima? I bet you don’t. You’re not listening to me the whole time. Am I boring? Is that what you’re thinking?” He accused me low. It made me taken aback and raised a brow. What the heck? Was he scolding me like a stupid little brat in front of these boys and girls of my age? Oh…this is humiliating.
“What? Why you even enrolled here if you don’t know this simple music background question? This is a music school for God’s sake. So simple question I have here for you Takashima.” That bastard old man, he’s making my blood boil high.
“Aa…I- -” Damn I couldn’t counter back! There was an awkward silence taking inside the room for a minute I guess that I could feel my sweat getting cold. I’m like nervous?
“Pachelbel.” I suddenly heard. Low but I had heard. Beside me?
“Huh?” I turn briefly and looked down at my seatmate.
“Johann Pachelbel.” He repeated. I was so out of space.
“Pachelbel.” Without any instinct, all of a sudden, I finally answered the teacher. I made it loud so to at last counter him back. I was kind of like bewitched. I answered straight without even knowing the word that escaped my lips.
“Correct. Canon in D Major was composed by Johann Pachelbel. You may sit down Takashima. Next time, I want everyone listening attentively. Don’t take your ears and eyes off me. I will give a preliminary examination next Monday so better study our lessons seriously because I never gave pity on lazy ass students.”
I was out of explanation next. After I answered, I sat back down quietly. I really felt degraded in the sense that, that teacher had to scold me right here and then without a warning. I glared at him while he resumed on sitting back on his desk in front us. Could I say I had saw a glint of satisfaction on his face as he smirked there probably knowing I was glaring hard over him. Son of a bitch! I knew it. It was a plain simple evil trick.
I tore my gaze away from that old devil and crossed my arms over my chest. Just add to this doomed life I now had, I was starting to believe I have been cursed to endure this little hell of school. Boring to death classmates and pervert bastard teacher were too much for my displeasure.
“I’m sorry. Please excuse him.” I suddenly snapped from my boiling mad moment. Wheelchair boy was talking to me oh my God…
“What? Why you’re sorry? You had helped me right? You’re so weird.” I mumbled low, rolling my eyes as this silent seatmate of mine talked to me like he had done all the wrong things in the world to me. Was he insecure or what?
“I know. Just don’t take his words deeply. He’s just a strict.” He turned at me. His eyes, his eyes unbelievably showing a concern glint on it. I notice him to be a humble one and nice enough but his kindness was awfully frustrating. I was used to get on with teens like me. Liberated, shitheads, reckless, bad mouthed. I was never good in pretending to be down to earth and being friends with angel face dudes and dudettes. This boy is one of those who sound like saints and I hate to admit he made me calm and curious to say the least.
“Alright. Just stop saying sorry to me okay? It’s annoying you know? You don’t have to show goodie buddy to me okay?” I retorted. “Kouyou. Takashima Kouyou. You can call me Kouyou. You?” I reach out a hand to him remembering I didn’t know his name yet and probably he’s the same with mine. To my relief, he nodded and I raised a brow again because I just saw him blushed after.
“Yuu. Shiroyama Yuu.” He reached my hand and we do an informal simple handshake. It was utterly relieving. At least I had someone to have for a chat around. Seems like he’s going to talk more now as I felt his hand tightening against mine. I smiled at him. Like a fake smile which I always use to capture anyone without even giving an effort. After it, I return back and sighed. I then resumed my lazy face position.
All the time we’re on that subject, it was the last though and I was feeling a bit conscious. Seriously, I would feel and somehow notice Shiroyama glancing at me. I don’t mind though. Maybe because I was the only one near him enough to look at to or considering his posture, I could be the only one giving him attention.
“Aa…what?” I suddenly asked. Just lowly but enough for him to get startled from his seat. I couldn’t take it when someone was ogling at me for long.
“Huh? Aa…your…your hair…” He stammered. That moment, my brow quirked again. I’ve never realized it but Shiroyama was, could I say…cute? I shifted to my side so I was facing him with my left cheek still propped against one hand.
Starling black hair, calm eyes and heart-shaped lips, hmmn… he’s definitely outstanding from all these plain looking geeks. He’s far more attractive than I have ever thought when I first saw him.
“My hair?” I stared straight and he nodded. He tilted his head slightly to the side, almost like looking he was wondering. “What’s with my hair?”
“Its colour.” He mumbled.
“Blond?” I mimicked his position, tilting my head to the side. There was seriously something interesting the way Shiroyama was staring at me with curious filled eyes. He looks like a child in wonder.
He then nodded but was frowning deep, I was utterly confused. I force an idiot smiled at how he was suddenly being curious about my looks or particularly about the colour of my hair. He was a silent one. A loner I guess because I always see him just by himself and alone when we’re out of the room. I never saw him interact with anybody. He barely even talked, even to me so I was kind of mesmerized at how his voice came out like a gentle wave of tone.
“This isn’t natural. See? I just dyed it blond.” I reach for my locks and twirl some of it to my fingers. Maybe my choice of hair colour was utterly out of ordinary. This kind of racked me out. Blondes were definitely popular in the city but then again, this isn’t city.
“It’s beautiful…” He slowly nodded in amazement, like he had just discovered another milestone of world discovery. I smirked. He was kind of funny saying my hair was beautiful. I was sure his words weren’t irony.
“Your eyes?” He asked again. I seriously was chuckling in my mind. I’ve truly never met someone as solid damn curious head as Shiroyama.
“My eyes?” He nodded. “I’m just wearing contact lenses. Look.” I leaned in forward him. I don’t know but I felt like, I’m also enjoying his continuous curiousness. I held up my lids and stretch them wider so that to show him my fake earth green irises. He blinked hard though, surprised as I moved my face closer to him. So close that we’re inches apart.
“Aa…it’s beautiful too!” He exclaimed with wide eyes almost sparkling. I now chuckled. Pulling away, I held my stomach as I was then practically laughing hard over. Shiroyama was incredibly adorable.
That day, I went back home with a silly grin on my face. How utterly surprising that I had just finally found an interesting human on that school of the doomed. At first he was a pathetic stranger to my eyes. But after the day, I’ve got onto his side and made chats that were purely teeny and far from my usual stuffs.
He still wasn’t normal though, but then still worth the while. At least for the first time, I feel like innocent teenager again. Knowing Shiroyama Yuu was nothing but a complete indoor boy, it’s nice to get some appreciation from someone who don’t probably know malicious intentions.
Honest as I could say about him, even if he was a year older, he was far innocent compare to me. Shiroyama was not the same as the people whom I’ve met then.
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A/N: AXU FOREVER ^___^
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