introduction
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rating: PG-13
pairings: none yet
warnings: another grasper formation fic, hopefully with some new twists. OOC...? maybe? you decide. nobody knows what they were like in high school, though. nothing graphic or disturbing yet.
desc: an account of where seguchi tohma and nittle grasper possibly came from. after a seemingly short childhood, a young, shy, blond boy would find his destiny in a battered high school piano, and two very unusual new acquaintances...
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I'm not a nice person.
I will do nice things, if it benefits myself.
However, that doesn't make me a nice person. It makes me a selfish person, a selfish person who will never be anybody's most special treasure ever again. I'm not bitter. Sakuma-san is very happy with Tatsuha-san right now. Eiri-san is... well, he is whatever he is with Shindo-san. I don't know how to describe their relationship. Noriko-chan is happy with her husband and daughter. Really, they are all loved, they are all the most special people in the world to someone.
Maybe, once, I was someone's treasure also. Perhaps I am a stepping stone, a test, but it's not permanent, I'm just a temporary test. You can't fail it. You just move on.
I own too much. I control too many.
I was always full of myself. That never changed much...
I am rich... I will be rich for the rest of my life. It's the way things go. Do I need to tell you that "money does not buy happiness"? No; I didn't think so.
Growing up, my family had no money. My mother was always gone. My father was gone forever. I stayed with their siblings. One day, when I was sixteen years old, I was with my aunt when she started to moan and then out came my cousin, Suguru. It was so horrifying to me that I threw up on him and left. The next day my uncle approached me.
"Tohma," he said sternly.
"Sir?" I whispered, trying to hide the squeaks in my voice. I'm not sure if I would ever get over puberty. My voice never changed much.
"What you did last night was unacceptable."
"I know," I muttered miserably. I clenched my fists. How could he expect me to be a man about THAT? I'd never seen anybody give birth before, and my school wasn't very good about teaching us that sort of lesson properly. "I'm sorry... I'll never, ever, do it ag-"
"You won't have a chance to do it again!" He cut me off, shouting. I cringed back. "You're growing up bad. Your school is influencing you the wrong way. Look at you! You're blond, short, and talk like a little girl! If your mother saw you now, she'd murder me! Why don't you go out for the football team?"
I imagined slipping all ninety pounds of myself into a football uniform and wondered, for a moment, how quickly all my bones would break after the first guy tackled me. I shook my head. "I don't weigh enough to play football, sir."
"Eat more!"
"I have a fast metabolism."
"But you're tough!" He hit me in my bony shoulder, and I slammed into the wall. It hurt and I started to cry. Then Suguru started to cry in the next room.
A week later, my keyboard, photos, schoolwork and clothing had all been packed into a tiny suitcase and I was on my way to the suburbs near Tokyo. They didn't let me take my piano. I cried again. Then, I arrived at my grandfather's. His huge, elegant, grand piano sparkled at me from the doorway. I was happy here.
"Where should I put my stuff?" I asked, quickly adding: "Sir?"
"Anywhere. Pick a room," he said, smiling.
I stared, my eyes gone starry. It was the biggest house ever, and I could pick my own room? This was a revelation. I stalked around, exploring, and finally tossed my stuff into a bright blue room with a sunlight. I threw myself onto the bed and sighed happily. Amazing.
I started school soon after. It was okay. I had a few basic, easy classes, no friends, and no girlfriend, hah, that's a laugh. Me, the dorky blond kid in glasses who was so small I had to wear the female school uniform's shirt? Hah. Haha. I spent the entire first week being hit by doors that magically opened in my face and caused my papers to explode all over. People would laugh as I crouched over to pick them all up, and nobody gave a fuck to help me, until one monday morning. I was tripped on my way out of English class, and the papers went flying once again. I quickly picked them up, only to slide forward as someone kicked me roughly in the ass. My glasses fell off my face and crumpled under a shoe. I weakly felt around for my belongings, my vision blurred horribly. In a flash, a hand had grabbed my arm, and I felt myself being pulled to my feet. The same hand dusted me off as more hands pushed my things into my arms. I heard voices.
"Leave him alone, he's new!"
"How would you like being bullied around if you were new na no da?!"
"Well, if it isn't the geek brigade!" A higher pitched voice cried, and I heard a scuffle. It lasted all of three seconds. The bell rang, a teacher came out, and I was left standing in the middle of the hallway, unable to see anything, bullies or protectors.
"Thank you!" I called out to no one in particular. A paper airplane hit me in the side of the head.
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That night, I sat playing the piano when my grandfather came over. He stood, listening to me for a while.
"Are you in any music classes at your school, Tohma?" He asked kindly. "And...how are you playing without your glasses?"
"I can play without looking at the keys," I said proudly, glad to be good at something. "They don't have anyplace in the band left for me."
He looked troubled. "You know, why don't you ask the chorus teacher if you can play piano for the choir? I heard they've had trouble keeping people around. They keep losing singers because they need page turners and players. You're great - go for it!"
So. I went for it.
And I got the damn position as my high school's choir piano boy. It wouldn't be the last in a long line of things I would succeed in.
This was only the introduction.
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to be continued.
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follow the arrow and click, onegai
shimasu.
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