Disclaimer: I don't own Kaze to Ki no Uta though I wish I did.
Author's note: I'm sorry if I disappointed you with my first Kaze to Ki no Uta story but I'm not going to change the ending to it. I intended to make Gilbert die from the beginning and I'm not going to change that.
Here is another story that I hope you will like more and I promise there will be no OC characters this time and no one will die.
R&R onegaishimasu.
Chapter 1 - Angel of the Sun
I don't regret choosing Laconblade over the school in my home town in fact I'm quite happy to get away from my aunt for a while. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for what she did for me over the years ever since she took me out of that orphanage but sometimes she overdoes it with her parties. I don't like being in the center of attention at her parties and most of all I don't like it when people don't say what they have to say straight to me.
I am half gipsy and most people avoid me because of that. My aunt's friends don't do that and they are nice to me but behind my back they talk just like everyone else. That's why I like Laconblade. I don't have many true friends here either, only two, but they not only proved to me that they accept me the way I am, they also proved that they will support my decisions.
My friends are in the same class as I am, though they are both older than I am. Karl Meiser is B Hall's dormitory dean and also my room mate while Pascal Biquet is the oldest boy in our class. For some reason he repeats classes all the time, first I thought it was because of Latin since Pascal doesn't find any importance for this language but then I noticed he was quite good at it, so Pascal is still a mystery to me.
Karl, Pascal and I are almost inseparable. I said almost because Karl has responsibilities as dorm dean and Pascal likes to do his researches alone but in class and during our free time or even when we study we're together.
My friends are not the only reason I like Laconblade though. There is always something going on here so one can never get bored. There is this mysterious student in our class, a student I've never seen during my first week here, a student I want to get to know.
Everyone talks about him but nobody speaks his name and they all stay away from room 17 which is his. He never came to class, church or breakfast and I wonder why. When I asked Karl and Pascal about him I managed to make Pascal tell me his name (since Karl didn't want to talk about him) and a few things about him. Ever since that conversation I wanted to know everything about Gilbert Cocteau but no one really knows him so I made a priority out of getting to know him better and who knows, maybe making a new friend.
Yesterday I told my friends about my decision and Pascal said that he finds Gilbert fascinating but Karl said nothing. I noticed that something was bothering him though, something he didn't want to say in front of Pascal.
That evening, when we were both alone in our room, he spoke for the first time about Gilbert.
"Serge?" he started without looking at me.
"Yes?"
"I think we should talk about Gilbert. You are new here and you don't know much about this school and I think it's time for me to tell you the truth, as a friend. You should stay away from Gilbert. I think I understand why you are so interested in him but you should be careful."
"He doesn't seem to have many friends and everyone I know in this school talks badly about him. I don't think anyone deserves that." When he turned around I could see that he was worried, he looked like he had just failed an important mission.
"I don't know Gilbert very well but his behavior is the most unacceptable. He's a prostitute Serge he is ready to sell his body to anyone for anything, even to men. How do you think he passes in school? He buys his papers from the upperclassmen and the passing grades from the teachers." I was shocked. This was the first time Karl talked to me strait about this subject.
"There must be a reason for his behavior" I answered, but I wasn't entirely convinced by my own words. "Maybe he needs help, maybe he just needs friends…I…I know how he feels if that's the case."
"I'm just asking you to think about it. Promise me you'll do that!"
"I promise." I turned the light off and lay in my bed. I tried to sleep but my mind was drifting away to the first time I saw Gilbert.
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Last Sunday, after the morning mass, professor Watts asked me to join him for a cup of tea in his study. He wanted to talk to me about my father and that made me happy. I wanted to find out more about him and since my aunt never spoke to me about him, professor Watts might me my only hope.
You see, my father died when I was only three and my mother followed him one year later so I don't remember him very well. I remember that he liked to play the piano and that he was very talented.
When I was little I used to sit on top of the piano and watch him play. That's one of the few things I still remember about those days.
After mother died I was sent to an orphanage and then my aunt got me out of there.
After I left professor Watts I went strait to the dorm building to join Karl and Pascal in the common room, but on my way there something got my attention. A group of boys was gathered in a circle around something that sounded like a fighting scene. I wasn't sure. I couldn't see too well. I heard someone shouting and I recognized the voice. It was Blough, one of the older students.
I ran closer and made my way through the crowd and then I saw Blough hitting Jacques in his stomach. There was also a third boy on the ground, he was bleeding. I took out my handkerchief and gave it to him then I wanted to help him stand but he just ignored me. He stood up and left with me following him then he stopped for a second and looked me in the eyes.
It was just for a second but it seemed like an eternity. With the wind in his golden hair and with those cold green eyes he looked like an angel of the sun. I wanted to say something but I couldn't. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak I couldn't even breathe so I just glared at him until he disappeared in the dorm building.
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I wonder when I would get to see Gilbert again. I want to know more about him. What is behind that rebellious behavior? What are those sad eyes hiding?
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I know this was short but it's not really a chapter, it's more like an introduction from Serge's POV. The next chapters will be longer since that's when the actual story begins. Don't forget to R&R!