Deai 2
Part i
"Hello." The young woman standing in front of the door nodded politely.
Destiny
If you like to watch puppet shows, which game do you think fate is playing?
Nentou paused for a second, trying to remember where he had seen this woman before, but the answer escaped him.
"Hello." He said hesitantly. "Who are you looking for?"
She smiled. "I'm looking for Genshitensho-san. This is his residence right?"
Dad? Nentou was slightly taken aback.
"He's not in right now. Who are you?"
A look of disappointment washed over the young woman's face, but it was for such a short instant that he wondered whether it truly existed at all.
"Well then," She smiled, "I won't intrude any longer."
Just as she turned to leave, Nentou felt a strange feeling overwhelm him. "Wait!" He nearly spat the words out.
Startled, the woman paused.
"Do… would you…" he was stuttering, "would you like to wait here? He should be back soon."
You idiot! What are you doing? He screamed to himself.
Shaking her head slightly, the woman smiled again. "No thank you. I will come again."
Slightly confused by her determined tone, Nentou fell silent.
As if taking advantage of his paralysis, the woman nodded again and walked out of the gates briskly. Nentou stared after her, and her long, straight, dark hair.
She looked like a fairy. He decided, as the fear that he would never see her again rose in his heart.
***
Attempting his best to balance the stack of papers obstructing his vision, Fugen walked carefully down the hallway. Fortunately it was during class time, so there was little danger of running into anyone.
Or so he thought.
Thump.
A flurry of papers blossomed in the sky and landed in front of a stunned (and temporarily disabled) Fugen.
The culprit (who caused the incident when he slammed open the classroom door in front of Fugen) stared at Fugen in a half-dazed expression momentarily, but quickly recovered.
"S… sorry." He said insincerely.
Blinking a few times, Fugen smiled forgiveness at the rude stranger and edged closer to the sad pile of papers to examine the damage.
"Do you… need help?" The redheaded stranger offered hesitantly.
As if not expecting remorse, Fugen blinked and kept smiling mechanically without answering.
At this time, the door that had swung close after assisting the strange boy to his crimes opened again, showing the beautiful face of the school "goddess."
"Taikoubou!" Her voice was gentle and bell-like even when she was yelling. "Stop running out every time I ask you to clean up the classroom!" She said with reprove.
Then, noticing the mess and the water blue colored bush of hair among it, Ryuukitsu's expression changed. "Fugen!" She gasped as she bent down to help him up.
Fugen smiled again and patted his own head as if reassuring Ryuukitsu, after which he squeezed her hands slightly in show of appreciation and proceeded to pick up the papers.
Looking over to Taikoubou, then back at Fugen, Ryuukitsu started to form an idea of what just occurred.
"Taikoubou…." Her voice was colored with a stern tone that Taikoubou, rather, no one in K University had heard before.
Without a word, Taikoubou bent down to help Fugen. Ryuukitsu sighed and proceeded to do the same. Just as she picked up the first piece of paper, a rumbling was heard from behind as a crowd of male students materialized out of thin air and started helping Fugen with his pile. Dumbfounded, Fugen was the only one who froze in the midst of all the commotion, as if he were the outsider who didn't know what was going on.
An hour later
Fugen was rearranging the pile that was perfectly sorted just an hour ago.
In amazing speed, the pile was placed neatly front of Fugen, with all the helpers' faces beaming happily… at Ryuukitsu. Fugen covered his smile. The young teacher's admirers had found another chance to prove their loyalty. It was fortunate that the university medical center did not require these records until this evening. Fugen was done early.
But of course, only he knew how these files were organized and only he could reorganize them.
One piece here… then another piece on top… in this simple replicated action Fugen found a warm reassurance… that everything was the same, that everything would be fine. A smile, a genuine smile, unconsciously crept onto his soft lips.
Through the half-closed doors, a pair of emerald green eyes watched him. Fugen, Ryuukitsu-sensei had called him. This strange silent boy accepted the pile from him almost an hour ago and thanked him with his transparently purple glance. Out of curiosity, he followed this boy to his destination. As he watched this boy, Fugen, patiently sort through the rather tall pile of now disorganized records, a long ignored feeling of guilt raised it head in his heart.
There was something strange about this boy, Taikoubou decided as he watched the scene in front of him. There was no urgency in his actions, only a strange and barely perceivable emptiness and a soft smile. He did not display anger or annoyance when his hard work was destroyed, nor did he show excessive gratitude when the boys helped him pick up the papers. One thing was obvious though; he and Ryuukitsu-sensei had a close relationship, perhaps more than that of student and teacher.
Taikoubou wanted to think logically in attempt to make sense of this boy, but he found his mind un-customarily distracted. Every movement Fugen made drew him in. He found himself mesmerized, unable to pull himself out from a trap….
"Senpai!!!" Fugen was jerked violently from his world as a huge pair of eyes materialized in front of him. Bukichi's larger than life face hung itself happily in front of Fugen. Fugen smiled inquiringly.
Behind the door, someone walked quickly away, as if running from a persecutor, namely himself.
"We're having a gathering after school at the medical center!" Bukichi said in his typical allegro tempo. "Come join us, Fugen-senpai!"
Fugen's eyes curved into a deep smile, but he shook his head and indicated to the pile in front of him. Bukichi's eyes drooped disappointedly and he lowered his head. "But it would be so much fun if you joined us!" Fugen smiled kindly at the enthusiastic first-year. Bukichi was a good soul, always attempting to pull Fugen away from his boring routines to outside activities. Fugen patted Bukichi's shoulders gratefully and nodded his good-bye.
***
He was speaking, Taikoubou thought. He was talking to every piece of paper he picked up, and he was telling them how important each of them were, that they had important information written on them that might save someone's life in the future. It was as if Fugen considered these pieces of paper more human and worthier of his attention than the people who helped him clean up the mess.
Strange person, Taikoubou decided, accompanied with an ever-growing urge to find out more about him as well as a full consciousness that this might come in the way of his main objective at the university.
***
"Youzen-kun." Ryuukitsu signaled welcome to the publicly recognized genius that chose this relatively non-descriptive university instead of all the world-famous ones that offered him full scholarships against all expectations.
Nodding politely, Youzen entered the room.
"Excuse my rudeness, Ryuukitsu-sensei. I noticed that you paid a visit to Genshitenson's mansion?" His voice contained open but not uncomfortable interest. His eyebrows lifted slightly in anticipation of Ryuukitsu's answer.
"Youzen-kun, it seems like you are distracting yourself from your studies." Ryuukitsu declined answering his questioning tone.
"I don't need to study." Youzen replied quickly and confidently, unfaltering.
"I am not obligated to answer your inquiries." Ryuukitsu made her rejection clear. "Now, if you would excuse me, I must leave." She picked up her bag, which was already neatly packed and waiting. She hesitated when she reached the door. "Would you like to walk out together?" She asked.
Slapping his thin book bag across his back, he followed her out.
***
we feel the rain's caress.
The flakes fall,
into this shinning pool of glass.
Preview: What is Fugen's relationship with Ryuukitsu? What is Youzen's interest in Ryuukitsu? Dakki and Ryuukitsu!? (see a trend? ^^;)
A's babblin:
The birth of chapter one of Deai^2!!! ::sobs in happiness:: It took me such a long time to write this chapter, despite numerous empty promises to Sashi… ::sweating profusely:: It was a strange and hard journey, but at least I got it started… now to think of a way to carry it on. ^^;
This is the first long ficcie I'm writing and it's also a serious ficcie, as I've mentioned before. I'm sure on my way through this ficcie I'll be discouraged and depressed by the way its going, but I will try my best do finish it and fulfill my part as a bou/fu advocate and Fugen lover!!! All HAIL Bou/Fuism!!! ::nuclear fusion'ed::
Part i
"Hello." The young woman standing in front of the door nodded politely.
Destiny
If you like to watch puppet shows, which game do you think fate is playing?
Nentou paused for a second, trying to remember where he had seen this woman before, but the answer escaped him.
"Hello." He said hesitantly. "Who are you looking for?"
She smiled. "I'm looking for Genshitensho-san. This is his residence right?"
Dad? Nentou was slightly taken aback.
"He's not in right now. Who are you?"
A look of disappointment washed over the young woman's face, but it was for such a short instant that he wondered whether it truly existed at all.
"Well then," She smiled, "I won't intrude any longer."
Just as she turned to leave, Nentou felt a strange feeling overwhelm him. "Wait!" He nearly spat the words out.
Startled, the woman paused.
"Do… would you…" he was stuttering, "would you like to wait here? He should be back soon."
You idiot! What are you doing? He screamed to himself.
Shaking her head slightly, the woman smiled again. "No thank you. I will come again."
Slightly confused by her determined tone, Nentou fell silent.
As if taking advantage of his paralysis, the woman nodded again and walked out of the gates briskly. Nentou stared after her, and her long, straight, dark hair.
She looked like a fairy. He decided, as the fear that he would never see her again rose in his heart.
***
Attempting his best to balance the stack of papers obstructing his vision, Fugen walked carefully down the hallway. Fortunately it was during class time, so there was little danger of running into anyone.
Or so he thought.
Thump.
A flurry of papers blossomed in the sky and landed in front of a stunned (and temporarily disabled) Fugen.
The culprit (who caused the incident when he slammed open the classroom door in front of Fugen) stared at Fugen in a half-dazed expression momentarily, but quickly recovered.
"S… sorry." He said insincerely.
Blinking a few times, Fugen smiled forgiveness at the rude stranger and edged closer to the sad pile of papers to examine the damage.
"Do you… need help?" The redheaded stranger offered hesitantly.
As if not expecting remorse, Fugen blinked and kept smiling mechanically without answering.
At this time, the door that had swung close after assisting the strange boy to his crimes opened again, showing the beautiful face of the school "goddess."
"Taikoubou!" Her voice was gentle and bell-like even when she was yelling. "Stop running out every time I ask you to clean up the classroom!" She said with reprove.
Then, noticing the mess and the water blue colored bush of hair among it, Ryuukitsu's expression changed. "Fugen!" She gasped as she bent down to help him up.
Fugen smiled again and patted his own head as if reassuring Ryuukitsu, after which he squeezed her hands slightly in show of appreciation and proceeded to pick up the papers.
Looking over to Taikoubou, then back at Fugen, Ryuukitsu started to form an idea of what just occurred.
"Taikoubou…." Her voice was colored with a stern tone that Taikoubou, rather, no one in K University had heard before.
Without a word, Taikoubou bent down to help Fugen. Ryuukitsu sighed and proceeded to do the same. Just as she picked up the first piece of paper, a rumbling was heard from behind as a crowd of male students materialized out of thin air and started helping Fugen with his pile. Dumbfounded, Fugen was the only one who froze in the midst of all the commotion, as if he were the outsider who didn't know what was going on.
An hour later
Fugen was rearranging the pile that was perfectly sorted just an hour ago.
In amazing speed, the pile was placed neatly front of Fugen, with all the helpers' faces beaming happily… at Ryuukitsu. Fugen covered his smile. The young teacher's admirers had found another chance to prove their loyalty. It was fortunate that the university medical center did not require these records until this evening. Fugen was done early.
But of course, only he knew how these files were organized and only he could reorganize them.
One piece here… then another piece on top… in this simple replicated action Fugen found a warm reassurance… that everything was the same, that everything would be fine. A smile, a genuine smile, unconsciously crept onto his soft lips.
Through the half-closed doors, a pair of emerald green eyes watched him. Fugen, Ryuukitsu-sensei had called him. This strange silent boy accepted the pile from him almost an hour ago and thanked him with his transparently purple glance. Out of curiosity, he followed this boy to his destination. As he watched this boy, Fugen, patiently sort through the rather tall pile of now disorganized records, a long ignored feeling of guilt raised it head in his heart.
There was something strange about this boy, Taikoubou decided as he watched the scene in front of him. There was no urgency in his actions, only a strange and barely perceivable emptiness and a soft smile. He did not display anger or annoyance when his hard work was destroyed, nor did he show excessive gratitude when the boys helped him pick up the papers. One thing was obvious though; he and Ryuukitsu-sensei had a close relationship, perhaps more than that of student and teacher.
Taikoubou wanted to think logically in attempt to make sense of this boy, but he found his mind un-customarily distracted. Every movement Fugen made drew him in. He found himself mesmerized, unable to pull himself out from a trap….
"Senpai!!!" Fugen was jerked violently from his world as a huge pair of eyes materialized in front of him. Bukichi's larger than life face hung itself happily in front of Fugen. Fugen smiled inquiringly.
Behind the door, someone walked quickly away, as if running from a persecutor, namely himself.
"We're having a gathering after school at the medical center!" Bukichi said in his typical allegro tempo. "Come join us, Fugen-senpai!"
Fugen's eyes curved into a deep smile, but he shook his head and indicated to the pile in front of him. Bukichi's eyes drooped disappointedly and he lowered his head. "But it would be so much fun if you joined us!" Fugen smiled kindly at the enthusiastic first-year. Bukichi was a good soul, always attempting to pull Fugen away from his boring routines to outside activities. Fugen patted Bukichi's shoulders gratefully and nodded his good-bye.
***
He was speaking, Taikoubou thought. He was talking to every piece of paper he picked up, and he was telling them how important each of them were, that they had important information written on them that might save someone's life in the future. It was as if Fugen considered these pieces of paper more human and worthier of his attention than the people who helped him clean up the mess.
Strange person, Taikoubou decided, accompanied with an ever-growing urge to find out more about him as well as a full consciousness that this might come in the way of his main objective at the university.
***
"Youzen-kun." Ryuukitsu signaled welcome to the publicly recognized genius that chose this relatively non-descriptive university instead of all the world-famous ones that offered him full scholarships against all expectations.
Nodding politely, Youzen entered the room.
"Excuse my rudeness, Ryuukitsu-sensei. I noticed that you paid a visit to Genshitenson's mansion?" His voice contained open but not uncomfortable interest. His eyebrows lifted slightly in anticipation of Ryuukitsu's answer.
"Youzen-kun, it seems like you are distracting yourself from your studies." Ryuukitsu declined answering his questioning tone.
"I don't need to study." Youzen replied quickly and confidently, unfaltering.
"I am not obligated to answer your inquiries." Ryuukitsu made her rejection clear. "Now, if you would excuse me, I must leave." She picked up her bag, which was already neatly packed and waiting. She hesitated when she reached the door. "Would you like to walk out together?" She asked.
Slapping his thin book bag across his back, he followed her out.
***
we feel the rain's caress.
The flakes fall,
into this shinning pool of glass.
Preview: What is Fugen's relationship with Ryuukitsu? What is Youzen's interest in Ryuukitsu? Dakki and Ryuukitsu!? (see a trend? ^^;)
A's babblin:
The birth of chapter one of Deai^2!!! ::sobs in happiness:: It took me such a long time to write this chapter, despite numerous empty promises to Sashi… ::sweating profusely:: It was a strange and hard journey, but at least I got it started… now to think of a way to carry it on. ^^;
This is the first long ficcie I'm writing and it's also a serious ficcie, as I've mentioned before. I'm sure on my way through this ficcie I'll be discouraged and depressed by the way its going, but I will try my best do finish it and fulfill my part as a bou/fu advocate and Fugen lover!!! All HAIL Bou/Fuism!!! ::nuclear fusion'ed::