[Fan Fic[ The Theme was Hero
Title: The Theme was Hero
Genre: General/angst (I don't really know)
Pairing(s): None really, just friendships
Word Count: 1569
Rating/Warnings: PGish
Summary: Mr. Jones is the Slayer of Boredom, Keeper of Fun, and Hero to a Student's day, but he one student from so much more without really knowing.
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He found Arthur Kirkland sitting in front of his door, surprisingly early. Alfred blinked, but walked along like nothing was wrong, whistling to alert Arthur he was coming. The English student looked up when Alfred reached his door and fiddled with his keys.
“Morning Arthur,” Alfred said with a grin as he opened the door and flicked the lights on. “It’s rather early for you.” Alfred teased, placing his computer bag on his desk on the front of the room.
Arthur entered through the doorway into the art room slowly, like he was suddenly shy and afraid. It was early for him to be there. Alfred usually got to school an hour earlier, and he did have a first period planning. It was the only way he could get anything done; otherwise he would be drawn into doing art with his students. Alfred is sure Kiku isn’t there yet, after all the Japanese boy usually went to school with his cousins.
Alfred quickly walks around the classroom setting some things out. Arthur slides his backpack onto on the high tables. He stood there watching Alfred oddly. Alfred shot him a grin. Arthur knows where everything in the room is. Alfred figures he wants to work on the final project he gave the class that past Friday. Arthur had started it after school, along with Kiku, but he had forbidden the two from seeing any bit of it.
“Mr. Jones?” Arthur said his hand in his bag.
“Yeah Arts.” Alfred turned, surprised Arthur wants his attention, usually the Briton snapped and told him off in funny British swears that Alfred should write him up on.
Arthur rolled his eyes. Alfred beams on the inside because he knows Arthur hates nicknames, but he’ll stand them from his Art teacher’s. “I wanted to show you something.” Arthur said and his voice isn’t the confident, mind-your-own-business, loner voice Alfred grown so use to hearing in class. It’s not even the softer, confident, loner voice Alfred hears after school when Kiku’s around. Its raw, and Alfred can’t place a finger on what emotion it is.
The blonde art teacher walked over, wondering if Arthur might let him have a sneak peek of the final project he gave the class. Arthur pulled out a sketch book. He held it out for Alfred to take, which he did after discarding some paint brushes on the table. He pulled out a chair and went to sit down and look at the book, hoping Arthur had ideas and wasn’t sure which to do.
He opened the book, finding the first couple pages were blank. However about the fourth page in Alfred came across a beautifully drawn red flower. “It’s all the projects you gave us…” Arthur paused, “expressed in color like you always asked us too.”
“Arthur, I can’t boost your grade wi-”
Arthur shook his head. “I’m not asking you to change my grades. I want you to see the true expression.” Arthur said with a blush, before grabbing he’s bag quickly and heading for the door.
“Wait, Arts-”
“Keep it.” Arthur smiles, but the voice behind sounds broken. “Just…keep it.” Arthur was gone out the door after that. Alfred could swear he heard Arthur run, but he ignored the hero inside him to run after the English boy.
He continued flipping through the book that was flooded with color. It even had separate papers. Alfred can tell what each project was. When he came across the one where they had to use something that wasn’t an art product he slammed the book closes. He remembered most students using food or oil, Arthur had skipped the project. Alfred understood why now.
Throughout the day, however, Alfred found himself opening the book. Finding the twisted world Arthur created. Alfred always told everyone to create with what they were feeling, and there was rarely anything that was bright and happy, but the art was always beautiful. Arthur had a gift, color or not, Alfred knew that.
Arthur didn’t come to class, and Alfred felt worry burro into his stomach. Kiku came by at the end of the day, dragging an overly shy Arthur in behind him. Alfred beamed at the sight of him, before getting up and welcoming them in. Arthur snuck off to where he hid he work while Kiku set himself up to work. Living with the household he was in, he was happy for some quiet. A houseful of cousins who all wanted his attention was huge different from a quiet art room with Arthur and Alfred.
“Jones-sensei,” Kiku said twirling his pencil in his hand, “does Arthur-san seem different to you today?” He looked down. “He skipped most of his classes today and I found him in the library.”
“Maybe he’s nervous, schools ending and the award ceremony is coming up.” Alfred said with a grin, and Kiku grinned as well. “Rumor has it, he got a lot of stuff.” Kiku gave him a small nod, but there was a look that Kiku knew that wasn’t it. Alfred knew as well, Arthur sketch book had told him it could be a number of things. “I’m going to go check on him.”
Alfred runs to grab the book, he can’t keep it. Not because it was too graphic or too anything, it was simply Arthur’s and he was attached to it somehow. The American teacher walked over to the storage closet Arthur claimed as he hidden workspace. Gently knocking on the door he hear a rustling and some muttered curses.
The sandy mess of blonde hair appeared and the eyebrows and eyes filled with a trapped look. Alfred smiled though, hoping to easy it away. Arthur gulped and opened the door a little more, only to suddenly have the book shoved in his face. Alfred watched the student reached for it and slowly pulled it close to himself, his green eyes fixed on the cluttered floor.
“Was it too much?” Arthur said his voice sounded stranded.
“No, it’s yours.” Alfred said beaming at the surprise. “Besides, it’s a really nice portfolio.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jones.”
“Should I let you get back to work?”
“If you could.”
“As if I would.”
“Git.” Arthur had a small smile on his face when he turned to Alfred. “You really are a Hero.” He closed the door behind, watching as he did so, the smile reaching is whole face.
---- ---- ----
Kiku and Alfred are the only ones present when Arthur unveiled his project for the final grade. Alfred wasn’t exactly sure what to do, so he clapped like an idiot and gave Arthur a huge hug, before marveling. Kiku commented politely and marveled as well. There was a lot of it with the painting Arthur did.
There was a sunny blonde haired boy holding a deep crimson rose which was bleeding its color all over. There was a small green fairy that seemed to have stumbled out, covered in the same red of the flower. It’s wing was broken and it was male as well. The boy seemed so marveled by the creature in front of him, even though there were others fluttering around him in the field of what looked like multiple colors.
Alfred turned and grinned. “You see the world through a lot of different creatures,” he observed, watching as Arthur face exploded with a bright blush.
Arthur looked down at his hands with a small smile. “I’m going back to England. I got a full scholarship to an art school in London.”
“Arthur-san, that’s great.” Kiku said with a kind smile, which made Arthur smile back. “We’ll have to trade contact information. I’m heading back to Japan this summer.”
“The two of you better come visit, I’ll get lonely.” Alfred cut in, earning a roll of the eyes from Arthur.
---- ---- ----
Alfred got an email from an odd email address, with a simple link inside. He clicked it, suddenly taking to a small museum’s site. It was run by a small art school, and there had been a contest. All the finalists were listed on the site, pictures for the whole world to look at. There was a paintings ranging from soldier on a battlefield to a comical piece of a mother in a superhero custom.
Eventually, Alfred reached the winners. When he reached first place, he stopped and started at it. It was a colorful painting with a man that looked exactly like him in the middle of it. Colors were surrounding him and taking different shapes of art. Color of what looked to be a picture bursting out. There was a small, green outfitted, pale, blonde haired, male fairy holding a brush.
Blue eyes found the title and the painter though he already knew. The caption underneath the picture was:
“Color,” he said, “And hero’s the theme” by Arthur Kirkland, Senior.
-Mr. Jones, my art teacher senior year at my fourth high school in America. Slayer of boredom, keeper of fun, and hero to the colorblind.
Alfred smiled, and shot an email back. Nothing but a simple “XD” and a “way to express.” He got a long winded email later from the same email. It basically saying “Thanks” with a really long back story that made Alfred print it out and pin it on his board. It was for bad days, when he needs a little brightening and saving.
AN: Okay, clearing some things up. Arthur doesn't come from a very good household. He's been expelled from three other schools before he came to the one that Alfred teaches and got himself in line, because of Alfred and Kiku. Alfred always told his classes there needed to be color and expression, but Arthur did all his works in black and white, afraid of what colors might show. However he was still a good artist around.
So yeah. Hope you liked.
Genre: General/angst (I don't really know)
Pairing(s): None really, just friendships
Word Count: 1569
Rating/Warnings: PGish
Summary: Mr. Jones is the Slayer of Boredom, Keeper of Fun, and Hero to a Student's day, but he one student from so much more without really knowing.
Link:
He found Arthur Kirkland sitting in front of his door, surprisingly early. Alfred blinked, but walked along like nothing was wrong, whistling to alert Arthur he was coming. The English student looked up when Alfred reached his door and fiddled with his keys.
“Morning Arthur,” Alfred said with a grin as he opened the door and flicked the lights on. “It’s rather early for you.” Alfred teased, placing his computer bag on his desk on the front of the room.
Arthur entered through the doorway into the art room slowly, like he was suddenly shy and afraid. It was early for him to be there. Alfred usually got to school an hour earlier, and he did have a first period planning. It was the only way he could get anything done; otherwise he would be drawn into doing art with his students. Alfred is sure Kiku isn’t there yet, after all the Japanese boy usually went to school with his cousins.
Alfred quickly walks around the classroom setting some things out. Arthur slides his backpack onto on the high tables. He stood there watching Alfred oddly. Alfred shot him a grin. Arthur knows where everything in the room is. Alfred figures he wants to work on the final project he gave the class that past Friday. Arthur had started it after school, along with Kiku, but he had forbidden the two from seeing any bit of it.
“Mr. Jones?” Arthur said his hand in his bag.
“Yeah Arts.” Alfred turned, surprised Arthur wants his attention, usually the Briton snapped and told him off in funny British swears that Alfred should write him up on.
Arthur rolled his eyes. Alfred beams on the inside because he knows Arthur hates nicknames, but he’ll stand them from his Art teacher’s. “I wanted to show you something.” Arthur said and his voice isn’t the confident, mind-your-own-business, loner voice Alfred grown so use to hearing in class. It’s not even the softer, confident, loner voice Alfred hears after school when Kiku’s around. Its raw, and Alfred can’t place a finger on what emotion it is.
The blonde art teacher walked over, wondering if Arthur might let him have a sneak peek of the final project he gave the class. Arthur pulled out a sketch book. He held it out for Alfred to take, which he did after discarding some paint brushes on the table. He pulled out a chair and went to sit down and look at the book, hoping Arthur had ideas and wasn’t sure which to do.
He opened the book, finding the first couple pages were blank. However about the fourth page in Alfred came across a beautifully drawn red flower. “It’s all the projects you gave us…” Arthur paused, “expressed in color like you always asked us too.”
“Arthur, I can’t boost your grade wi-”
Arthur shook his head. “I’m not asking you to change my grades. I want you to see the true expression.” Arthur said with a blush, before grabbing he’s bag quickly and heading for the door.
“Wait, Arts-”
“Keep it.” Arthur smiles, but the voice behind sounds broken. “Just…keep it.” Arthur was gone out the door after that. Alfred could swear he heard Arthur run, but he ignored the hero inside him to run after the English boy.
He continued flipping through the book that was flooded with color. It even had separate papers. Alfred can tell what each project was. When he came across the one where they had to use something that wasn’t an art product he slammed the book closes. He remembered most students using food or oil, Arthur had skipped the project. Alfred understood why now.
Throughout the day, however, Alfred found himself opening the book. Finding the twisted world Arthur created. Alfred always told everyone to create with what they were feeling, and there was rarely anything that was bright and happy, but the art was always beautiful. Arthur had a gift, color or not, Alfred knew that.
Arthur didn’t come to class, and Alfred felt worry burro into his stomach. Kiku came by at the end of the day, dragging an overly shy Arthur in behind him. Alfred beamed at the sight of him, before getting up and welcoming them in. Arthur snuck off to where he hid he work while Kiku set himself up to work. Living with the household he was in, he was happy for some quiet. A houseful of cousins who all wanted his attention was huge different from a quiet art room with Arthur and Alfred.
“Jones-sensei,” Kiku said twirling his pencil in his hand, “does Arthur-san seem different to you today?” He looked down. “He skipped most of his classes today and I found him in the library.”
“Maybe he’s nervous, schools ending and the award ceremony is coming up.” Alfred said with a grin, and Kiku grinned as well. “Rumor has it, he got a lot of stuff.” Kiku gave him a small nod, but there was a look that Kiku knew that wasn’t it. Alfred knew as well, Arthur sketch book had told him it could be a number of things. “I’m going to go check on him.”
Alfred runs to grab the book, he can’t keep it. Not because it was too graphic or too anything, it was simply Arthur’s and he was attached to it somehow. The American teacher walked over to the storage closet Arthur claimed as he hidden workspace. Gently knocking on the door he hear a rustling and some muttered curses.
The sandy mess of blonde hair appeared and the eyebrows and eyes filled with a trapped look. Alfred smiled though, hoping to easy it away. Arthur gulped and opened the door a little more, only to suddenly have the book shoved in his face. Alfred watched the student reached for it and slowly pulled it close to himself, his green eyes fixed on the cluttered floor.
“Was it too much?” Arthur said his voice sounded stranded.
“No, it’s yours.” Alfred said beaming at the surprise. “Besides, it’s a really nice portfolio.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jones.”
“Should I let you get back to work?”
“If you could.”
“As if I would.”
“Git.” Arthur had a small smile on his face when he turned to Alfred. “You really are a Hero.” He closed the door behind, watching as he did so, the smile reaching is whole face.
---- ---- ----
Kiku and Alfred are the only ones present when Arthur unveiled his project for the final grade. Alfred wasn’t exactly sure what to do, so he clapped like an idiot and gave Arthur a huge hug, before marveling. Kiku commented politely and marveled as well. There was a lot of it with the painting Arthur did.
There was a sunny blonde haired boy holding a deep crimson rose which was bleeding its color all over. There was a small green fairy that seemed to have stumbled out, covered in the same red of the flower. It’s wing was broken and it was male as well. The boy seemed so marveled by the creature in front of him, even though there were others fluttering around him in the field of what looked like multiple colors.
Alfred turned and grinned. “You see the world through a lot of different creatures,” he observed, watching as Arthur face exploded with a bright blush.
Arthur looked down at his hands with a small smile. “I’m going back to England. I got a full scholarship to an art school in London.”
“Arthur-san, that’s great.” Kiku said with a kind smile, which made Arthur smile back. “We’ll have to trade contact information. I’m heading back to Japan this summer.”
“The two of you better come visit, I’ll get lonely.” Alfred cut in, earning a roll of the eyes from Arthur.
---- ---- ----
Alfred got an email from an odd email address, with a simple link inside. He clicked it, suddenly taking to a small museum’s site. It was run by a small art school, and there had been a contest. All the finalists were listed on the site, pictures for the whole world to look at. There was a paintings ranging from soldier on a battlefield to a comical piece of a mother in a superhero custom.
Eventually, Alfred reached the winners. When he reached first place, he stopped and started at it. It was a colorful painting with a man that looked exactly like him in the middle of it. Colors were surrounding him and taking different shapes of art. Color of what looked to be a picture bursting out. There was a small, green outfitted, pale, blonde haired, male fairy holding a brush.
Blue eyes found the title and the painter though he already knew. The caption underneath the picture was:
“Color,” he said, “And hero’s the theme” by Arthur Kirkland, Senior.
-Mr. Jones, my art teacher senior year at my fourth high school in America. Slayer of boredom, keeper of fun, and hero to the colorblind.
Alfred smiled, and shot an email back. Nothing but a simple “XD” and a “way to express.” He got a long winded email later from the same email. It basically saying “Thanks” with a really long back story that made Alfred print it out and pin it on his board. It was for bad days, when he needs a little brightening and saving.
AN: Okay, clearing some things up. Arthur doesn't come from a very good household. He's been expelled from three other schools before he came to the one that Alfred teaches and got himself in line, because of Alfred and Kiku. Alfred always told his classes there needed to be color and expression, but Arthur did all his works in black and white, afraid of what colors might show. However he was still a good artist around.
So yeah. Hope you liked.