So, basically, this was a request from JennyKim319 to write up the story to one of the plot bunnies in my profile. I've never read any of her stories because I'm not familiar with the shows, but from her chapter:review ratio, it looks like she's pretty damn good. So check her out if you know the shows (Fruits Basket and Card Captor Sakura). Other than that, on with the story.. enjoy!
"It's all the same." Kanone was honestly bored with life in general. He hadn't found a single girl from his school that interested him, they were no different from any of the other girls he'd been with. He was currently sitting in class getting stared at, shamelessly, by half his classmates. Apparently he had that dangerous/sexy thing about him that the girls just swooned over. He himself didn't see it, but he supposed he did have that look to him that he was easily capable of slitting someone's neck. Then again, for all they knew, he was. Kanone wasn't one to share his private life with everyone. He had a million friends, but no one he was really close to.
On the other side of the room, a quiet boy watched the teacher dutifully, as if trying to earn a reward for concentrating the hardest. It wouldn't be hard, there were few in the class that paid much attention to what was actually being taught. Though, he couldn't quite blame them, Kanone was attractive in all senses of the word. Most of all what Eyes found attractive was his dominating presence, how he demanded attention wherever he went. The silver-haired boy thought how it would feel to be able to say he was Kanone's-- how the brunette's arms would feel locked possessively around his waist. A small blush covered his cheeks at the thought. Eyes had rather dirty secrets that he didn't think anyone would approve of, certainly not Kanone. In fact, he doubted Kanone even noticed him with all the attention he received from other, more daring, individuals.
On the other hand, Eyes knew even if Kanone did notice him, it would only be as the quiet kid in his class that no one ever talked to and probably cut himself at night. Of course, he didn't really, but he'd heard plenty of rumors that he did. It was a fact that Kanone was quite familiar with most of the girls in the school-- he didn't have a reputation from nothing. Sighing to himself at his wasted fantasies, the silver-haired boy turned his attention back to the teacher. There was a rather simple problem that had been jotted down on the board, though most of the kids just stared at it with a stupid look on their faces. A few attempted to solve the first part while others didn't even know there were parts.
Quickly writing it down and giving it only a moment's thought, Eyes began to solve the jumble of numbers and letters and finished not five minutes later. Looking up he saw that everyone else was either asleep after have given up, looking between the board and their blank paper, or ignoring the assignment all together and talking with their friends. Of course, not everyone in his class was completely daft, and a few had actually solved the problem. Among those few was, of course, Kanone, who had finished even quicker than Eyes.
The brunette was now surveying his classmates, since there wasn't much else to do until class resumed. He noted that the loud redhead in the class, who acted like a complete idiot, was already finished, along with the two girls he always seemed to hang out with. Kousuke, Rio, and Ryoko, he recalled their names. He didn't know them well, but well enough. Then, of course, Ayumu had finished without a blink and was daydreaming once more while that pesky girl that adored following him around bugged him to help her solve the problem. It was no surprise that even though Ayumu was a year younger than the rest of them, he was still the top in his class. After all, his brother was Kiyotaka Narumi. He himself should have been out of school by now, but certain events led to him being held back a year. He sighed-- misaccusations had caused him so many problems and was sure they would do nothing but that in the future.
One more boy had finished as well, almost as quickly as he had. He sat in the back of the class, and if Kanone hadn't been on the opposite side of the room, it would have been obvious he was looking for the boy. However, he could pass it off as scanning the whole room and simply catching sight of the quiet one in the process. Now here was a boy Kanone knew nothing about, though he looked much younger than he must have been. Leaning over, he tapped Ayumu, who was just lucky enough to sit in front of him, on the shoulder.
"What do you want now, Kanone?" the annoyed chocolate-haired boy wondered, glancing to the hand that found its home on his shoulder.
The olive-eyed boy just rolled his eyes and motioned toward Eyes' corner of the room, "Do you know anything about that boy?" Kanone wasn't interested, by far, in the fair-featured one, but just didn't like being left in the dark about anything. He wasn't as nosy as Hiyono, no one was, but he liked having some control over every situation. That couldn't happen if you didn't know the whole story.
"Why would I know?" came the unwilling response.
"Well, you both are pretty much outcasts..." It was true, Ayumu and Eyes were a lot alike. Neither talked much, but it was obvious they were quite intelligent. The only difference was, no one expected anything from Eyes because he didn't have an older brother that was near perfection.
Now more annoyed, Ayumu batted Kanone's hand away and looked back out the window, "Why not ask Hiyono?" he suggested, "She knows every whisper that goes through this building."
Kanone sighed, dreading asking the girl for anything. Last time he went to her, he ended up having to give her an interview about everything-- even why he thought the sky was as blue as it was on that day. Luckily for him, he had a card up his sleeve and he glanced to said girl, who had given up on pestering Ayumu and was now fake-sulking to try and get his attention. "Hiyono?" he asked in as pleasant as possible of a voice that he could.
A few heads turned at hearing the southern accent, Hiyono's included. She blinked before smiling at the boy, "Yeah, Kanone?"
Sighing, he knew that his conversation would now get overheard by others, and that rumors would strike up about him and Eyes, or at least him having feelings of any kind toward the boy. All he wanted to know was the kid's story, but apparently that wasn't happening. Shrugging it off, he sat back in his seat, "Never mind." Hiyono was about to question him when the teacher tapped the board to get the classes attention. The blonde sighed at the loss of an opportunity to ask the ever-popular Kanone as many questions as she could, but watched as the problem was solved in a few steps for all of those that still hadn't gotten it.
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After school had let out, the students all went their own way. The large percentage of them headed toward the busses while the rest scattered to their cars or their friends' rides. Kanone made his way to his own car and slipped into the driver's side, watching as the majority of drivers made a mad dash to the exit of the school. As usual, their progress was halted by the mile-long string of busses that slowly crept from the establishment. He waited a good ten or fifteen minutes before the herd thinned a bit to start his car up and pull out of the parking lot. Speeding out onto the highway, he leaned back and sighed to himself, getting in his usual driving position. Before too long, he saw a silver-haired figure walking down the road. Curious as to why the boy was walking, and also seeing this as an opportunity to question him, the brunette pulled over behind the younger one.
Eyes had been lost in his thoughts until he heard a car pull up behind him. He glanced back to see the ever-popular brunette hanging his head out the window, studying him. He looked away, wondering what Kanone of all people could want with him. It was no doubt to pick on the boy everyone thought was emo and probably cut himself; isn't that what the popular kids did? When the older one said nothing, Eyes decided to speak, "What is it you want?" he asked in a soft, British accent.
Olive eyes blinked, realizing he'd never heard the other boy speak. In all his time in class with the blue-eyed one, he'd never heard him answer a question and certainly never ask one. Perhaps the teacher thought the same as all the students and decided it better to leave the solitary one alone. Whatever the case was, Kanone decided the silver-haired boy had a rather lovely and calming voice. He smiled slightly, hoping to get the other to let his defenses down just a little, "Want a ride?"
That was obviously the wrong thing to say, since as soon as the words left his mouth, Eyes narrowed his blue orbs. He took a step back, immediately getting defensive, "What kind of fool do you take me for?" he demanded, calmly, "You're one of the most popular boys in school and I never so much as say a word. Why would you want to give me a ride anywhere?"
Kanone was a bit baffled at the accusations, but supposed that Eyes had led a pretty lonesome life. Sighing, he looked to the boy again, "Well, to be honest, I wanted to get to know you a little better."
Azure eyes looked him up and down, warily, "Why?"
"Why?" the elder echoed, "Well..I realized today in class I knew next to nothing about you. I'm afraid I don't even know your name." A glance was then cast, asking the obvious, unvoiced question.
Shifting a little, Eyes muttered something to himself. No one had asked anything about him before, unless it was being asked to a group that he had the misfortune of being a part of. Despise being unique, for lack of a better word, he had never quite been singled out in that way. He was always just singled out in the don't-talk-to-that-kid way. Sighing slightly, he said in a small voice, "My name is Eyes."
"Eyes... well, it's fitting enough." Kanone thought to himself. He then motioned to the passenger side door, "So come on...I don't bite." He chuckled.
To be honest, the boy didn't really want to walk all the way home again. He lived at least two miles away and while on a nice day, he wouldn't mind the fresh air, today was a bit windy and his small form couldn't stand up to any large gusts of wind. Watching Kanone warily, he made his way to the door and slipped into the warmth of the car. The door shut with a click and Kanone sped off down the street.
Kind of... strange ending there.. but there will be more sometime soon. Hm, not too much to say about this, I guess. Starts off slow, like.. most of my other first chapters. Though, if you liked it, yay. And don't forget to review, the button is your friend!