Asakiku fan fiction

The misjudged and the misfit

Chapter one- Just a regular day

Arthur Kirkland has always been considered a popular student, he has perfect grades, well almost perfect. He has mousy, and a little messy, blond hair; despite the fact he tried to make it look otherwise. He has glistening emerald eyes that were like daggers when you met his gaze and unusually thick eyebrows; the black- blond contrast somehow worked well on him. Little did everyone know they had been misjudging him the entire time, he was not exactly the idol everyone looked up to with admiration and awe. Arthur came from a rather wealthy family, his father being a stock broker and his mother a famous writer, this of course meant that his parents expectations were quite high for their only child. He has put up a thick wall between himself and other people, so nobody could see behind his disguise.

Class was about to start. The bell rang, leaving a resonance in Kiku's mind. Kiku loved school, he loved learning new things, he loved the sound of fingers brushing gently against paper as you flipped through the book, he loved it all so.

Kiku Honda was a short studious young man. He has shimmering black hair, warm chestnut eyes, and delicate pale skin; in which the contrast was unbelievably dazzling. He has achieved the best grades, also loved art and literature, he was a perfect role model student. However he was not very popular, he spent most of his time alone, nobody wanted to be friends with someone so earnest and serious about education. Despite this he was content with the way life had treated him, nonchalant, or maybe ill to the fact that he had no friends and only a small circle acquaintances.

After a few minutes passed by, Mr. Karpusi stumbled into the classroom, looking drowsy and dazed as if he had just woken up.

"Good morning class." he expressed softly

The class grunted in response. He then smiled drowsily and padded over to his desk. He sat down clumsily with a slump and sighed in relief.

"Right class, today we are going to start a new topic, the Anglo- Japanese alliance of 1902."

The class groaned once more. Mr. Karpusi slowly chuckled to himself, he was probably thinking, "You really like to groan and grunt don't you?"

Kiku flung open his red exercise book and uncapped his biro pen, eager and ready to learn. The class did the same but sloppier, as it was the last lesson of the day and they were tired.

Kiku was Japanese in origin, although raised in England from a young age, he was rather excited to learn about his heritage and what Japan did in the past.

"Okay, this alliance was a military and political one which was concluded on the 30th of January 1902." He then paused, making sure the class had jotted it down (The class had finished already since he talked incredibly slowly), he then continued, "It was under a treaty of Great Britain and Japan against Russia with the additional aim of strengthening the domination of the allies in China and Korea..."

Meanwhile Kiku was scribbling it down totally enveloped by this flood of new knowledge he had yet to fully comprehend.

Time passed, Mr. Karpusi rambled about history, sometimes trailed off talking about philosophy, Kiku took more notes, before he knew it it was the end of the lesson. Mr. Karpusi glanced at the clock, his eyes widened a little as he realised how close it was to the end of the academic day.

"Oh look at the time, finish the sentence you are on and close your exercise books."

Mr. Karpusi hauled himself to his feet, gathered his belongings, a bag and some books, then waited with anticipation for the bell to ring; so he could go home and sleep. Kiku did this also, and then followed the class, although Kiku was not excited to go home, he was waiting to go to the library and the art room. The class started to mumble following their actions, they started to talk as it was nearing the end of the lesson. However on the opposite side of the room Arthur sat in a trance, staring into space, occasionally smiling to his large group of acquaintances to show that he was okay when they looked at him with concerned eyes.

The bell rang, everyone began to edge to the end of their tables ready to be dismissed.

"Off you go then class." Mr. Karpusi mumbled drearily, rubbing his eyes.

Kiku was out of the classroom quicker than anyone, swiftly swerving to avoid collisions. He didn't particularly like being around crowds of people, especially when they are all trying to get out of one small door. He scurried down the corridor towards the library as fast as he could so he missed the traffic of the school goers.

He finally reached the library, narrowly skimming the hordes of students, in a hurry to get home. Kiku opened the door with a creak. The library was a monstrously large room, filled with mahogany bookcases that were easily two meters tall. It had balconies drooping over from the second floor, overlooking the maze of wood and paper. Its multi-storey windows let the warm light pour in, casting immense pitch shadows from the bookcases , and filling the room with an earthy glow. The library was such a pleasant place to be, it was one of Kiku's few favourite places, it felt so welcoming despite its colossal size. He shuffled to one of the shelves, stroked his finger across the spines of various books, until one caught his eye, Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. He remembered his English teacher pestering him to read it.

I might as well start now, he thought to himself. Kiku pulled the book out of the slot and shuffled to the unmanned desk. He reached for the register, opened it and one name caught his eye, 'Arthur Kirkland- Great expectations' it read.

Isn't he that popular boy that everyone likes? I didn't take him for a man of literature.

Also Kiku noticed that Arthur had borrowed the book on the 7th of March and returned it on the 10th of the same month.

How can he read that fast?! Kiku mused. I thought I was the only one that could read books that fast!

Kiku grabbed his pen and wrote his name under Arthur's, then hastily returned to a desk to read, still a little surprise resonating in his mind.

Arthur waited until mostly everyone had gone from the classroom before strolling out, waving goodbye to his 'friends'. He then walked to Mr. Vargas' classroom.

Knock Knock. He waited, trying to look through the glass. Is he even here? I said to him that I would be doing some art after school today. Don't tell me he's forgotten. He pondered.

Arthur then began to turn away when he heard the door creak. It was Mr. Vargas, cheerful and as happy as ever.

"Oh, Arthur! How are you doing? What can I do for you?"

He really did forget.

He sighed and spoke, "I'm here to do some after school work, for my art GCSE, sir."

"Oh yes! I remember now, please come in, come in!" He expressed loudly, " Now your here I can go too the Resources room and get some supplies, since I'm not supposed to leave the classroom unattended, now is a great opportunity to go. Right, I'll be back before you go!"

Mr. Vargas swiftly paced out of the room, making his way to the staff corridor. (This is where the recourses room is located.) Meanwhile Arthur started to retrieve some paper from the drawer, He was rather fond of art, although he thought he wasn't very skilled. He got his pencil case from his bag, pulled out a HB, B and a rubber, then began sketching.

Arthur loved how you could express your emotions with art, how you need not words to explain how you feel, only a pencil and paper. He can create his own world, get lost in the depths of it, disconnect temporarily from the harsh reality he lives in. He feels a deep longing when he draws, he wants to travel to these places in his imagination, escape. He feels joyous, that he can reside in that world, even for a short period of time. He mused over this and a quote he had heard so many a time, "Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time."

His thoughts were interrupted by students chatting obnoxiously as they walked down the corridor. He sighed heavily, he was having such pleasant thoughts about art, and was disappointed when they were intercepted by others.

Arthur started to draw again, he was in the process of sketching two people holding hands, one was him and the other was just a outline of someone he had yet to think about adding detail to. He thought that people would mock him drawing such 'feminine' things as this, but he didn't really care, he liked drawing pictures of lovers. On all of Arthur's creations that second figure never had any detail, no facial features, no gender nor body shape, he didn't know who to draw there, he had yet to experience such things as love for another. Even though Arthur had never come to love someone he was a romantic at heart, he dreamed of the day he would hold his lovers soft palms in his, their fingers interlocking together, feeling each others warmth, staring at the starry sky, whispering sweet words to each other; but even in his mind his partner was always blurred, and their voice didn't make a sound yet still spoke to him.

Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it. This is my first time writing fiction so I'm truly sorry if you didn't like it!