A Heart in Amber
A/N: This is my first fanfic, please don't be harsh… but if you see errors or something I might need to add to make sense don't be afraid to write a review! Oh, and the time I place sections is how the French do it. Ex: 9:00: 9H, 8:30: 8H30— get it? And since in French they don't add the am or pm I will write it in for you readers. Enjoy it!
Chapter 1: The First Sight
Shuichi's P.O.V
6H30 am
I whine, "Bu-u-ut mom, I don't want to." I sit down at the dinning chair for breakfast. I yawn, dawn had bloom already; its colors consisting of red roses, yellow dandelions, and pink as in my hair.
"Shuichi, don't start with me, you have to go." She replied. My mom has short blonde hair like my sister. But dad says I have her "freakish" and "annoying" personality, plus I'm short and have a small structure like her— I don't know if I should take that as a complement or as offensive.
I face my dad, who sits across from me at the table with his head buried in the morning newspaper. His right hand is occupied with a cup of black, medium coffee— he always drinks his coffee with little sips with a time interval of five minutes for each one ever since I could
remember.
"Dad, you're married to her, can't you control what she says?" I ask him desperately.
My dad, who I get my light eyes and black hair from -until I dyed it pink-, rends his eyes away from the newspaper and laughs.
Dad responds with a smile, "Son, your mother is a human being like any other person, just because I'm married to her doesn't change the fact that she's human."
I sink into my chair and whisper, "Whatever…."
A plate with two eggs, two toasts, and three bacon pieces is place in front of me. I glance up at my mom, her face held a big smile.
"I know it's new to you Shuichi, but just think of all the friends you'll be making!" she kisses my forehead.
My expression turns uneasy, "Mom, all the students at my old school accepted who I am, what if these kids won't?" "What if they don't understand me?"
Mom sighs and bends down, she strokes my hair once with her mothering hand and connects eyes with me, "Shuichi, I know how it feels not being understood. I've been through all that. Shu-Shu stay strong and confident because confidence is a beautiful thing to possess." She stands up and walks over to the kitchen counter to grab her husband's breakfast plate.
She sets my dad's breakfast plate in front of him, "I'm going to wake your little sister up, ok? Shuichi have a nice first day at your new school."
I engage in a little smile, "I'll try to." I say.
My moms always understood what I went and still go through; having kids point and laugh at my unique appearances, the apparel I wear constantly being critiqued, and other things that I would rather not remember….
Before walking out of the kitchen mom peers back at me, and says firmly, "And Shuichi, don't get into any fights on your first day!"
I say with annoyance, "OK mom… I promise"
My breakfast is eaten in seconds, and I hurry to get dressed in my new school uniform. My uniform was dark blue (looking almost black) with a silver badge saying the school's name. I tie my hair in a little pony tail (I prefer not to but the school code is strict on appearances, I'm surprised they'd let me have my hair pink!).
I dally on to the front door, making sure I said good-bye to my dad on my way out, but before stepping outside I view myself in the mirror that's hanging next to the door. I study my pink hair and sigh.
"Why did we have to move?" I whisper to myself.
6H52 am
The walk to the junior high isn't far, just about eight minutes or less. I find that my feet are mounting on the sidewalk, that exact sidewalk that leads to the entrance of Haru Junior High. I watch as students walk in and out of the medium size building. I choke, I feel like I can't breathe. My nerves are sickening me.
I take one long, deep, breath before walking to the entrance. As I commence to the entrance, I notice a separate large building behind my new school. I wonder what that building could be…
Once I step into the building, I scavenge my orange book bag for the map of the school along with my schedule; I confiscate the necessary papers and examine them.
"Hmmm…. English…. my 1st period class seems to be on the 3rd floor— wait the 3rd floor!" I slouch and sigh.
I find the stairs that will lead me to the 3rd floor. I climb the first flight of stairs consisting of fourteen steps, passing two girls and one boy; they don't seem to mind my hair…. maybe I had this school all wrong.
After the first flight there's a landing that would lead to the second flight. I trot to the second set of stairs, a boy with raven black hair with two other boys pass me.
"Lookie here guys, we got ourselves a pink haired queer." A male voice shouts out.
I cease my walking and incline to the source of the voice. I identify the male voice as the black hair boy who had, only seconds earlier, past me. Two other boys are with him, one on each side of him.
"Were you talking to me?" I express with kindness and a nice smile.
The boy pretends to look around and responds, "Do you see any other pink hair faggots around here?" the cruelness of his remark makes me frown and swivel my eyes somewhere else.
I mutter "What do you want…?" I grip my book bag's strap and bite my lower lip.
The boy advance to me –taking a cigarette out of his pant pocket and placing it into his mouth-, I slightly glance at him, and surprise that he is going to smoke.
I make a step back but he tugs at my shoulders and pins me against the wall; my head and back clinks hard against its surface.
"What did you say queer?" he asks, his eyes intensifies…. they were replete with enmity for me.
I swallow, "I-I said w-what do you want?" My hands began trembling.
"Lookie here boys, the little queer's trembling!" all three boys laugh at me.
By now there's a crowed of students grouping together on the landing and the stairs; I can hear whispers among the audience.
"Well," he murmurs and he leans his head to mine, I turn my face to its side, and his mouth almost touches my ear "Let's have some fun…"
The tormenting boy licks my earlobe and slides his hand under my shirt and feels around. As he did, his friends cheers, "Teach that fag a lesson, Tachi!"
I am drowning in embarrassment. I survey the group of students watching and I witness them giggle and point. My face turns flush, perspiration runs down my face.
Tachi (As I had learnt his name when his friend said it) takes the cigarette out of his mouth, he signals his two buddies to come forth. They take Tachi's place of pinning me; one each holding on my arm. The boy lights his cig with a blue lighter and inhales a deep drag.
I watch him in fear when he takes the inferno out of his mouth and comes forth to me. He smirks and points the end of the cig with the burning tobacco towards me. I see that Tachi's going to burn the cig out using me as the ashtray. I cast my eyes somewhere else.
Why isn't anyone going to help? What's the matter with them? They're just laughing at me… oh god please don't let this end up the way it did last time…
Suddenly, Tachi and his two friends are pulled off me with such force that they plummet to the hard floor. I land on my knees and stare at my main attacker.
A deep, handsome voice calls out, "Are you ok kid?"
I immediately glimpse up and saw a tall older boy with shinning blonde hair and brilliant golden eyes shadowing over me; his slim, muscular body is clothed with a different uniform than the middle schools uniform;
My cheeks turn red, I gaze somewhere else, and reply, "Y-Yes, thanks…."
Tachi struggles to get back on his feet and is helped by his two friends. He storms to the blonde boy. He looks like he was about to assault the beautiful boy with his fists of fury. I flinch and tightly shut my eyes before Tachi hit him.
When I hear no thump of any sort to indicate that someone has been punched, I open my eyes to see that the blonde boy has dodged his attack by grabbing his fighting fist with his own. The handsome boy stands in front of me to shelter me from any more assaults.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Tachi yelled.
The blonde boy threatens Tachi, "Step away," "If you touch this boy again, I'll kill you."
Tachi shakes, it wasn't the words the blonde boy said but how he said it: calmly.
My rescuer slowly twists Tachi's wrist until a pop sound is heard.
Tachi screams "Aaahh!" he falls to the ground when the boy lets him go. He grabs his dislocated wrist and steps back, "Fuck you… and your pink haired fuck buddy." The three boys continue with their first destination.
My savior bends down and picks up the still-burning cig and takes a drag out of it. He looks down on me with his gorgeous eyes.
"Here kid." He lends his hand out for me, I grab it, and he pulls me up.
I try not to blush but it was impossible not to, he has such charming austere eyes and ravishing blonde hair; I wonder if he's around here because he didn't look Japanese— maybe he's a foreign exchange student?
"T-Thank you… If you'd not have came than he would have-"
I feel a thumb wipe my cheek, the thumb belongs to the boy. I think I might've blush more and I think he notice because he cups my cheek with one hand and says.
"Be careful Kid."
Before I could ask him his name, the unknown boy hurries down the stairs, smoking his cigarette slowly with ease as if nothing happened.
At the Shindou's House, 5H11 pm
"How was the first day of school honey?" my mother ask me.
I take my book bag off and place it on the hook next to the front door, "It was alright." I decided to brush-off the whole Tachi accident and not mention it to my parents. I did not want to worry them, especially my mom… she'll probably march right over to that school and order that boy to apologize to me. Besides, that boy already made Tachi pay back for what he did.
I sit down on the couch next to my sister, Maiko, who was just a year younger than me. She goes to the same school as I but yesterday she caught the flue and she's still sick with it.
She blows her nose into a handkerchief, she stares at me, "Did you make any friends today Shu-Shu?"
I reminisce to the handsome boy and blush. Both my parents caught it.
My mom teasingly said, "Looks like someone met a girl!"
My dad joins in, "Alright, that's my boy!"
I yell "That's not it!" I cross my arms in bewilderment.
They both laugh kindly at me, "Oh Shuichi we're just teasing." My mom said.
I incline into the couch, "I know mom…" I yawn. The flashback of Tachi's eyes gave my shivers. The intense gothic appearance of them would make anyone shiver, even a grown man.
"Are you cold son?" my dad asks. His newspaper was set down on his lap as he makes tiny rocks in his inclining chair. My mom deprives her attention away from the Sleek Magazine to gaze at me.
"Shuichi are you alright honey? What's wrong?" she rushes over to my side and feels my forehead for a fever, "Sweetheart you're so flushed a-and warm! Do you have a fever?"
"Mom I'm fine, really." I smile, "Believe me I am. Besides I'm not THAT warm."
She gives me her worried look once more and returns to her seat placed next to her husband's. She picks her magazine up and engages in it.
8H57 pm
It was turning on nine 0' clock when I decide to go to bed, I say my good-nights and gave my kisses. I walk on up to my bedroom.
Once inside the walls of my bedroom, I plop on my comfy bed with my legs dangling off the bed. I examine the Nittle Grasper Poster that hangs on the ceiling— I smile. I want to become just like Ryuichi: I want to sing like him, I want to look like him, I want to be confident like him, but especially I want to be just like him.
I turn to my side and look at a frame besides my alarm clock, inside the frame contains a photo of me and my friends— Leiko (she's American but speaks Japanese), Amida (he's my best friend), and Kiyoshi (Amida's older brother, he was so shy!). We were such trouble makers! Out of all three of us, I was the most rebellious. One time, I made out with Kiyoshi; at the time I was 13 and he was 16. We weren't in love but just a dare that Leiko made to me and Kiyoshi. She videotaped it and my mom saw it…. she grounded me for three weeks!
It turns ten minutes past nine and I decide to take my shower and go to bed. My shower was short and I dress myself in my light orange pajamas.
I lay down under the warmth of my crème colored covers of my twin size bed. The window above my bed is fully open; the white transparent curtains blow wildly— the night replete with chills. I love when the moonlight shines upon my bed, for some reason it's difficult for me to sleep without the moon's light.
I shut my sleepy eyes… the image of that blonde boy overtook my mind. I want… no I need to know his name. I don't have the reason behind my obsession of needing to know his name; it's just that he was so cool! Especially his blonde hair….
When he saved me, I was dumbfounded due to the way he handled the situation with such self-control. That blondie could've easily knocked that boy out with just one blow from the fist, but no, he told him nicely that he was going to kill him and a twist of the wrist. It took just that to back him off me.
I wonder though, we did he do it, why did he save me? The others stood there watching the whole incident like it was nothing! Until he came… he even cleaned my face off afterwards, like a mother would! I blush.
"Why am I thinking so much of him?" I cock my head to the open window to watch the night clouds dance in the sky. "Plus, he didn't even know me and he came to my rescue."
I sigh, "Could I be in…?"
Next in A Heart in Amber:
Shuichi becomes obsessed of finding out the name of his savior as he tries to understand the feelings he has for him. He tries everything to try to discover what it is, during in which he meets and befriends a male student… anyways he gives up hope until one rainy day after school, when he runs into the mystery boy. Shuichi learns the name of the boy but it's what the boy does to him what really fascinates Shuichi.
A/N:
Don't worry folks, the beginning's a little sketchy but I promise that it's gonna get more interesting.
