Do I really need this Disclaimer? I mean, all those who don't know what it's gonna say, raise your hands. ... ... ... As I thought... no one is being quite that dense today! ^_^
Please, forgive me for the references I make to things like... say... school... that may be far more American than Japanese. If anyone sees these things and knows how they work in Japan instead, please tell me!!\
One more thing... Only one! I swear!! Umm... this story may go rather slowly, I know what will happen the entire time, but this story is a reward I allow myself to write when I've achieved goals on the novel I'm writing. So... I'll write this as much as I can, but, well, this is amusement and the other is a profession. Gomen ne.
Pairings: Well... wishful pairings or pairings that actually succeed?
Successful pairings: TohmaxMika YukixShu (barely mentioned... maybe waaaaaay later.)
Now... Onto the story!!!!
Fate Decides
Chapter One
He could hear laughter as he approached the classroom. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he took a deep breath. He knew he was shy, but he usually covered that up pretty well, after all, everyone else just thought he was aloof.
This was his third day at the new school, and he had heard about the Thespian society that morning in his homeroom class. An after school group dedicated to performing arts... even if it wasn't music, it was close enough. Gathering his courage, he stepped through the door into a war zone. The noise level was almost painful, and the teacher who sat in a chair laughing wasn't doing anything about it. Most of the students were laughing hysterically or cheering. For a moment he couldn't see quite what was going on, but as he slid along a wall he suddenly found a better view. Three girls,- maybe freshmen?- were chasing around a lone boy. The boy was laughing to hard to run effectively, and as a last resort, picked up a stage sword and waved it at them.
"Back away!" He cried breathlessly. "Back away... or... or...or... I'll have to run more!"
The crowd just laughed at him, and the girls advanced menacingly. The trapped boy shrieked and fled once more.
The boy that watched all this silently wondered if this might not be a good time to escape, but before he could take the necessary steps to move him to the door, the hunted boy skidded to a stop in front of him, smiling widely, chase forgotten.
"Hey! Haven't seen you before!" His bright blue eyes were wide and clear as they looked the new boy up and down.
Feeling awkward, the newcomer shrugged and crossed his arms. "I heard about you guys and came down to see what the fuss was."
By now the room had mostly quieted, the afternoon's amusement obviously over... for now. The teacher stood, and wiping her eyes, came over.
"Welcome to our class then..." She waited.
"Seguchi Tohma." He said, softly.
"Welcome, Seguchi-san." She smiled at him in greeting. "This is Ryuichi." She said, indicating the former center of attention. Ryuichi grinned and bowed. "Seguchi-kun" He chirped.
Nodding in return, Tohma pulled away from the wall, unsure of what to do next. The teacher returned to the center of the room, calling all the students to form a circle. Shyly, Tohma joined their ranks, finding himself trapped between Ryuichi and a short brown haired girl. Ryuichi kept casting him glances, and he tried to ignore them, keeping his hands in his pockets as he felt the other boy's eyes search him.
He was surprised when the boy spoke to him. "You're closed off."
He looked over, taken aback. "What do you mean?" He tried to act nonchalant.
"You've got your arms close to your body, and you're tense. You're all closed off. Got a big personal bubble, don't you?"
Tohma glared at him. "Maybe I do. Maybe I don't"
Ryuichi sidled closer. "Am I in your bubble yet?" He grinned up at the taller boy who shifted away automatically. "Ooh!" Ryuichi clapped his hands. "I am! Michiru-sensei! Tohma-kun's got a bubble!"
Tohma wished he could disappear. Coming here had been a bad idea from the start, and now it looked like a very bad idea.
The teacher sighed and rolled her eyes. "Sumimasen, Seguchi-san, Ryuichi's the most hyper one of the group and he does this to everyone, I promise."
Tohma nodded, though he wished the boy would leave him alone.
The teacher looked around the room. "Throw-in time!" The students looked expectant.
Tohma looked around him, feeling very confused. He hoped he'd catch on if he watched enough.
"Sensei!!! Tohma-kun doesn't know what throw-ins are!" The brown-haired boy from beside him piped up. Tohma wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or thankful that he hadn't had to say it himself.
Apologizing, the teacher began to explain. "Well, basically, we take turns, and each throw something in the middle of the circle. Not necessarily a real thing, more like an emotion or an event. If something has happened that is good or bad, something that you need to get out in the open, or get rid of, we take this time to throw it into the center of the circle in a metaphorical sense. That way we can concentrate as we practice for the play we're working on. Does that make sense?"
Tohma nodded. It made sense... weird sense, but sense. As the other students began, he suddenly had a plan.
It was Ryuichi's turn, and he took a moment to think hard, brows curling up as he pondered. "Anou... well..." He bounced in place briefly, then brightened. "Here!" He threw an imaginary handful of something into the circle. "As for what it is... H-I-M-T-S-U!!" The class groaned.
"Seguchi-san?" The teacher asked.
Tohma looked up. "Can it be a physical thing, sensei?"
The teacher shrugged. "I don't see why not, if that's what you want to do..."
Smiling slightly, Tohma nodded. "Hai." Then quickly reached out, and grabbing Ryuichi's shoulders, pushed him into the circle. Ryuichi stumbled, not expecting the push, then turned it into a dramatically staged fall. The rest of the class exploded into laughter. Ryuichi looked back over his shoulder at Tohma.
"So am I a good thing or a bad thing?" He asked.
Tohma smiled sweetly. "I haven't decided yet."
Please, forgive me for the references I make to things like... say... school... that may be far more American than Japanese. If anyone sees these things and knows how they work in Japan instead, please tell me!!\
One more thing... Only one! I swear!! Umm... this story may go rather slowly, I know what will happen the entire time, but this story is a reward I allow myself to write when I've achieved goals on the novel I'm writing. So... I'll write this as much as I can, but, well, this is amusement and the other is a profession. Gomen ne.
Pairings: Well... wishful pairings or pairings that actually succeed?
Successful pairings: TohmaxMika YukixShu (barely mentioned... maybe waaaaaay later.)
Now... Onto the story!!!!
Fate Decides
Chapter One
He could hear laughter as he approached the classroom. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he took a deep breath. He knew he was shy, but he usually covered that up pretty well, after all, everyone else just thought he was aloof.
This was his third day at the new school, and he had heard about the Thespian society that morning in his homeroom class. An after school group dedicated to performing arts... even if it wasn't music, it was close enough. Gathering his courage, he stepped through the door into a war zone. The noise level was almost painful, and the teacher who sat in a chair laughing wasn't doing anything about it. Most of the students were laughing hysterically or cheering. For a moment he couldn't see quite what was going on, but as he slid along a wall he suddenly found a better view. Three girls,- maybe freshmen?- were chasing around a lone boy. The boy was laughing to hard to run effectively, and as a last resort, picked up a stage sword and waved it at them.
"Back away!" He cried breathlessly. "Back away... or... or...or... I'll have to run more!"
The crowd just laughed at him, and the girls advanced menacingly. The trapped boy shrieked and fled once more.
The boy that watched all this silently wondered if this might not be a good time to escape, but before he could take the necessary steps to move him to the door, the hunted boy skidded to a stop in front of him, smiling widely, chase forgotten.
"Hey! Haven't seen you before!" His bright blue eyes were wide and clear as they looked the new boy up and down.
Feeling awkward, the newcomer shrugged and crossed his arms. "I heard about you guys and came down to see what the fuss was."
By now the room had mostly quieted, the afternoon's amusement obviously over... for now. The teacher stood, and wiping her eyes, came over.
"Welcome to our class then..." She waited.
"Seguchi Tohma." He said, softly.
"Welcome, Seguchi-san." She smiled at him in greeting. "This is Ryuichi." She said, indicating the former center of attention. Ryuichi grinned and bowed. "Seguchi-kun" He chirped.
Nodding in return, Tohma pulled away from the wall, unsure of what to do next. The teacher returned to the center of the room, calling all the students to form a circle. Shyly, Tohma joined their ranks, finding himself trapped between Ryuichi and a short brown haired girl. Ryuichi kept casting him glances, and he tried to ignore them, keeping his hands in his pockets as he felt the other boy's eyes search him.
He was surprised when the boy spoke to him. "You're closed off."
He looked over, taken aback. "What do you mean?" He tried to act nonchalant.
"You've got your arms close to your body, and you're tense. You're all closed off. Got a big personal bubble, don't you?"
Tohma glared at him. "Maybe I do. Maybe I don't"
Ryuichi sidled closer. "Am I in your bubble yet?" He grinned up at the taller boy who shifted away automatically. "Ooh!" Ryuichi clapped his hands. "I am! Michiru-sensei! Tohma-kun's got a bubble!"
Tohma wished he could disappear. Coming here had been a bad idea from the start, and now it looked like a very bad idea.
The teacher sighed and rolled her eyes. "Sumimasen, Seguchi-san, Ryuichi's the most hyper one of the group and he does this to everyone, I promise."
Tohma nodded, though he wished the boy would leave him alone.
The teacher looked around the room. "Throw-in time!" The students looked expectant.
Tohma looked around him, feeling very confused. He hoped he'd catch on if he watched enough.
"Sensei!!! Tohma-kun doesn't know what throw-ins are!" The brown-haired boy from beside him piped up. Tohma wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or thankful that he hadn't had to say it himself.
Apologizing, the teacher began to explain. "Well, basically, we take turns, and each throw something in the middle of the circle. Not necessarily a real thing, more like an emotion or an event. If something has happened that is good or bad, something that you need to get out in the open, or get rid of, we take this time to throw it into the center of the circle in a metaphorical sense. That way we can concentrate as we practice for the play we're working on. Does that make sense?"
Tohma nodded. It made sense... weird sense, but sense. As the other students began, he suddenly had a plan.
It was Ryuichi's turn, and he took a moment to think hard, brows curling up as he pondered. "Anou... well..." He bounced in place briefly, then brightened. "Here!" He threw an imaginary handful of something into the circle. "As for what it is... H-I-M-T-S-U!!" The class groaned.
"Seguchi-san?" The teacher asked.
Tohma looked up. "Can it be a physical thing, sensei?"
The teacher shrugged. "I don't see why not, if that's what you want to do..."
Smiling slightly, Tohma nodded. "Hai." Then quickly reached out, and grabbing Ryuichi's shoulders, pushed him into the circle. Ryuichi stumbled, not expecting the push, then turned it into a dramatically staged fall. The rest of the class exploded into laughter. Ryuichi looked back over his shoulder at Tohma.
"So am I a good thing or a bad thing?" He asked.
Tohma smiled sweetly. "I haven't decided yet."