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Teach Me chapter 1
It was a day just like any day, the sun shined, birds whistled, the wind blew, children played, adults worked and ultimately all was peaceful. So why on this most perfect day was the young girl of 18 with the long orange locks and tough disposition in a cold damp basement. The answer lied in front of her as the boy of 17 continued to work out.
The large red bag set before him wore each continuous blow he laid upon it as his silent grunts could be heard throughout the small room. Muscles not quite fully developed, but still prominent rippled as he bobbed and weaved back and forth as sweat began to pool on his forehead.
She groaned not at all interested in this activity as she would much rather be outside feeling the warm weather, or shopping. Yes, shopping always cured her immense boredom.
She fingered a lock of her hair and wondered if the boy would stop for even five seconds to notice her. Turning her attention back to him she began to wonder what fascinated the boy so much about this activity. All she could see were two people attempting to bash each other's heads in, no art, no grace and most definitely no purpose.
Finally at her wits end at his aloofness and non-notice of her presence she spoke up. "Teach me"
Stopping momentarily he looked at her in confusion "What?"
Sighing she repeated herself "Teach me"
"Teach you what?" he remained confused his mouth slightly agape
She rolled her eyes, why did he have to be so dense "Teach me about boxing. Why do you love it so much, it only seems barbaric to me"
He narrowed his eyes at her, more so out of confusion than anger "Why does it seem barbaric"
"Just teach me you idiot" she yelled back not wanting to answer his question
Shrinking slightly and backing away he responded "O-okay"
"Good, we'll start tomorrow" she smiled widely causing the boy to shudder as she sauntered away
Watching her he began to think to himself 'What was that all about?'
Parking her car the tall young woman emerged a cool façade dawned her features. However inwardly she was furious, having waiting for three hours for a certain green-haired young man she grew worried. She knew how terrible he was with directions and feared he had become lost or worse.
However seeing the all-black convertible with the familiar green trimmings parked outside the dojo she knew she had been stood up. Normally this would not have bothered her; she wasn't easily irritated by forgetfulness, especially from a certain someone. However on the date of their announced relationship, that was completely unacceptable.
Walking into the dojo she noticed first that there were no other students present. Continuing to the back she still saw no one. Growing worried she moved quickly back towards the door when she heard the familiar 'clang' 'shing' sound.
Turning on her heels she proceeded in the direction of the sound. Approaching the room where the noise was coming from she watched as the green-haired boy twisted and turned expertly cutting each blocked centered before him.
She watched with the same cool feature although bursting with admiration on the inside watching him expertly use the three-sword style. One in each hand the other placed in his mouth he continued to chop the blocks without losing rhythm before she startled him "Teach me" she said calmly
Stopping on the ball of his foot he turned to her "What are you doing here?"
"Teach me" she repeated just as calm
"It takes years to master this form and I-"
"You owe me"
"What"
"You stood me up when you promised you wouldn't, now it is your responsibility to teach me what is so great about this that you would forget me"
Gawking at her words inwardly as he like she would never show his emotions on his face responded "Fine"
"Great" she gave him a slight smile "We'll start tomorrow, don't stand me up. Or you'll owe me even more"
"You're starting to sound like that orange-haired witch with all this owing stuff"
"Not at all" she gave him a cold glare that would cause even the toughest of men to shrink "My threats are promises" with that she walked off as gracefully and swiftly as she entered
Recovering from her glares and staring at her retreating form he thought to himself 'What was that all about?'
She sat quietly legs-crossed as delightful smells from the kitchen began to assault her nostrils. She wondered what delicacies would be prepared for her today as she felt her mouth begin to water. It was always delightful to enjoy something he cooked, no matter how simple it was.
She leaned forward as her blue hair fell framing her face. Subconsciously she began rocking back-and-forth out of pure anxiety for what was to come in just a few minutes.
"On'na-chan" the older boy sang as he danced out of the kitchen a single plate in one hand and a drink on a platter in the other
She beamed up at him as he set the plates down in front of her "Thank you" she told him as she stared at the dessert, absolutely mesmerized
It was a red velvet cake, cut into the shape of a heart. Smooth chocolate drizzle encased the top of the cake with a single strawberry also somehow in the shape of a heart in the middle and single individual cherries her absolute favorite fruit outlined the cake. All-in-all there were probably hundreds of calories in this single piece, but she didn't care any meal from him was a rare delicacy.
"I have a drink for you as well" he said bowing slightly and setting the fizzy blue drink in front of her
Taking a bite out of the cake she immediately moaned at the burst of flavors exploding in her mouth. She couldn't contain her joy or the growing smile on her face as she continued to eat the cake somewhat unlady-like but still somehow graceful.
She looked back up at him seeing the smile on his face as she enjoyed his food as she always does. Sipping the fizzy blue drink and still in awe over its marvelous taste jarred him from whatever thoughts he were having. "Teach me"
Smile faltering a bit he looked at her solidly "What was that my swan"
"Teach me" she smiled again "How to cook I mean. Cook like you"
Watching her beautiful smile he began to stammer "I-I wouldn't even know w-where to begin" he cursed himself for being so inarticulate around her, it wasn't like him
"Just start from the beginning"
"B-but"
"Do you not want to teach me" she looked at him with large blue eyes and he began to gush
"Not at all my swan, I'll do anything for you" he danced in a circle
"Great" she yelled standing and kissing him on the cheek "We'll start tomorrow" she ran towards the door
He remained in his trance, hearts dancing in his eyes until he heard the door slam. Jarred from his thoughts he mentally cursed himself before thinking 'What was that all about'
The ecstatic blonde half-skipped half-walked down the steps to the slightly cold basement. Knocking on the stair post she continued into the room. She wore a baby-blue dress with a white jacket covering her shoulders, a white purse hung from her left shoulder.
In the middle of the room sat the unresponsive curly-haired teenager. Well unresponsive to her at least as he was bent over in front a large canvas creating whatever masterpiece had come to his mind that day.
Taking a glance around the room she marveled at all of the paintings the boy had created over the years. Paintings of his mother, self-portraits, his best friends and even herself. Walking towards the canvas in the corner of the room she stared at the sketches that covered from top to bottom.
There were eight pairs of eyes, no faces surrounding them and all the same color-black. But they weren't the same pair of eyes; each set held a different emotion, a genuine emotion. They each swept her in and took her on a journey only the owners of the eyes could tell. In the middle of the canvas were the largest pair of eyes, at a closer glance she discovered them to be very familiar, her own.
They were large and shining, seeming to be happy with a tinge of sadness behind them, she wondered if he knew more about how she felt than he let on. Reaching out to touch the beautiful orbs she in the process knocked over two small cans of paint.
Broken out of his trance from the noise the boy's head immediately shot up. Surprised and slightly startled to see her he stood up slowly and began to chuckle slightly "Did I stand you up again. I'm sorry" he began to pick up the cans of paint "I must have lost track of time"
She didn't respond right away, her eyes were focused on the large canvas that continued to sit in the middle of the floor. From what she could see there was a cliff overlooking what appeared to be the ocean or sea. At the cliffs peak sat a lone tree with a body underneath. The figure didn't have a head but the body appeared to be that of a woman's.
She continued to gawk at the picture even as he continued to apologize. "I really am sorry, please stop ignoring me"
Turning her attention back to him she looked directly into his dark eyes "Teach me"
"Huh?"
"Teach me to paint like you do. I want to be able to make beautiful things too"
"B-b-but I can't, I have can't-teach-how-to-paint disease a-and if I do teach someone there will be terrible results"
"So you won't teach me then" she said softly looking away
"It's not like I don't want to teach you, I do, its just-"
"Great then we can try tomorrow" she beamed before walking away almost as energetic as she had entered
Finally setting the paint cans down before scratching his head as he watched her depart, he began to wonder 'What was that all about'
First chapter down lol, I promise it won't be that many chapters. Read and Review, constructive criticism welcome.