My first and yet only shounen-ai fic, written a year ago.
Seifu by me
Jyouka by me, but inspired greatly by Simkin (Darksword Series, Weis & Hickman)
may contain some lemon later... if I ever get to write it, that is... please enjoy! 8D
Chapter 1: Arriving of the missing color
The door shifted open, revealing something – sorry, someone – very odd.
Seifu heared his classmates erupt into loud chatter and laughter, but he didn't look up from the book he was reading. How annoying, he thought, those wimps couldn't even shut up for five minutes.
"Students," his teacher said in a delighted tone, "May I introduce your new classmate, Tawakena Jyouka."
Seifu grunted an annoyed sound. He flipped a page and tried to mute the surrounding noise with his concentration, but failed miserably.
"Very pleased to meet you all, my dear colleagues. I'm looking forward, to interact with you all."
Seifu hadn't even looked up once from his book, though his concentration was cracked and smashed by the deep gentle (and quite posh-sounding) voice. He heard the resonating sound carry above the loud chatter around him.
"Except for the one in the back who is reading a book."
Seifu's eyes widening quickly, he finally looked up, startled at first. And what he saw then, was astonishing.
His grey classroom was suddenly not grey anymore; a storm of screaming, bright color was demanding for his eyes' attention. The guy standing next to his teacher was dressed in a stylish, slim coat made from rainbow-coloured patches, stitched together with thick threads. Underneath he wore purple-and-read striped, puffed trousers, and a matching gilet over a blue silk blouse. His buttons were undone, making room for his beaded jewellery to lie on his skin. He wore brown, half-high heeled dancing shoes, fitting a western 17th century nobleman.
His pale skin was smooth and seemed soft to touch. His face, surrounded by warm brown curls, was delicate, with big, clear brown eyes pointed directly at him, seeming to know exactly what the black haired boy was thinking right now. An amused smirk on the brunette's lips, and Seifu noticed the small goatee underneath. Seifu was absolutely stunned; the boy intrigued him. He was tall, very slim, and for god's sakes, he wore high-heels!
Seifu already hated him.
"Let's see… where can you be seated?" His teacher mumbled while looking around for the free desks. Seifu, who was still pinned down by the intense gaze of the grinning boy named Jyouka, was glad none of the free desks were near his.
Suddenly the boy with curly hair laughed with a tinkling voice, his chuckle creating an atmosphere of being at a fun fair on a summer's day. He walked abruptly towards the scowling Seifu, ignoring the teacher who pointed out an empty table in the corner.
Then, Jyouka put his elbows even more abruptly on the surface of Seifu's desk, resting his chin on his entangled fingers and smiling mysteriously. The brown eyes twinkled through the evenly brown curls.
"You sure are scowling much, my cute little bookworm boy. What's your name?"
Their faces were only three inches apart; a startled Seifu instinctively leaned backwards quickly, causing his chair to flip over, falling on the floor noisily.
Seifu noticed the imbalance of his position and panicked, squeezing his eyes shut, preparing for a painful landing.
A second passed, and no concrete floor.
He opened his eyes and found himself protected by two strong arms, decorated with bracelets and the colorful patched fabric. He looked up, noticing little golden dots into the amused brown eyes above.
"Oh," the boy closed his eyes in an overly dramatic expression, "My dear, wonderful Gods and Godesses, I didn't know you would let this cutie fall for me so quick, let alone he'd fall into my humble arms." He grinned back down to the shocked and stiffened raven-haired boy, who tried to grab ahold of himself. Finally Seifu managed to get up and push Jyouka away from him.
"What the hell? I just tripped and fell, you asshole!" he felt his face being heated up, (his head must've resembled a ripe tomatoe) caused by the embarrassment and fury which whirled throughout his body. He felt the staring gazes of his classmates stinging his skin; adding even more red to it.
"Seifu-kun!" the angry voice of his teacher Hitomi made him crinch a little. "I do not tolerate such foul language in this class. I've warned you several times, young man! Two hours cleaning the toilets."
"What? Two fucking hours?" Seifu's face turned white instantly.
"The F-word again!? Make it three!" She eyed him angrily.
"Hey, wait a minute." Hitomi-sensei and Seifu turned their heads towards the forgotten rainbow-colored boy, a little surprised. Silence reigned the classroom for an instant.
"He clearly will never learn not to swear anymore by cleaning the filthiest place in this school, don't you think? That's like killing fire with fire. Foulness with foulness."
What? Was that bastard helping him get out of detention? Seifu was shocked.
"Instead, Hitomi-sensei, let me sit next to this –future- gentleman, and I'll promise to teach him the fine art of not swearing. You know, my nephew used to swear everybody's ears off, he even got into prison for that a couple of times, haha! All those people without ears… isn't that funny! Anyway, when he got back wearing this fancy black-and-white striped outfit he practically came begging me to teach him the ways of a swear-less lifestyle. And you know what? Within a month he had stopped totally with his bad habit of attacking people's ears with his curses. Some people actually told me they thought he must've been a little prince or a nobleman because of the utter polite way of talking he had mastered. It was hi-la-ri-ous, I tell you…" His words came and went faster than a racing car, but finally Hitomi-sensei found the right timing to interrupt the little gypsy.
"Okay! Okay! Sit down next to Seifu if you require… But you better make him stop swearing, or you'll both be cleaning the toilets." Irritated she waved her hand to indicate they all should sit down. "Now everyone, we'll be starting with maths today… So open your books…"
"Heh." Jyouka smirked triumphantly. The girl next to Seifu suddenly left her desk to flee to one of the free desks in the front of the classroom. After picking up his colourful bag he gracefully sat down on the new free spot.
Seifu eyed the confident, weird boy next to him. Why did he do that? There must've been some trick behind it, he thought…
"After school you're gonna buy me a drink for saving your nice, cute ass, Seifu-chan." Jyouka said as if he was talking about the weather. He opened his book.
"Don't force me into buying you things, jerk." Seifu answered with gritted teeth, keeping in mind to whisper it so his teacher wouldn't hear.
"Oh, you're so cute! But please, don't worry. I will force you into doing far more things. But I'll be gentle, I'll promise you that, little swearing idiot."