Currently typing this on Sunday while listening to the radio and raving to 'She's A Brick House', or whatever that song's called... ^_^'

I don't know. I just heard it on the radio, and before I knew it, I was dancing with my laptop...

I can't imagine what I look like right now, but I bet it's either pathetically stupid or insanely funny.

Aw she's a brick

house...

okay, I'll keep on typing now. About halfway done at this point, but I had to share this little story, so yeah...


So much for that wish.
Akihiko sighed irritably as he looked back to the boy sitting before him. Misaki, now cleaned up from their encounter in his bedroom, was now attempting to bury him in questions.
"I guess I really wanted to live in a middle-class home," he replied. "Since I've always wanted to go through the normal kid in a normal household experience, I started to collect all sorts of stuff, and it turned out like this."
Misaki looked extremely skeptical of Akihiko's answer. I suppose he would be, since he really has no reason to trust me, he thought ruefully.
Suddenly Misaki leaned back, looking smug and pointing an accusing finger straight at him. "Oh yeah. I guess you must be a typical rich brat, eh?"
You shouldn't call your elders brats, runt. Akihiko was irritated of the brat's attitude, but if there was one thing he learned from his childhood, it was to have a good pokerface.
Misaki continued with his description of a 'typical rich brat'. "Your dad never came home, your mom never took care of you, so you just did whatever you wanted."
True enough... but that could apply to lots of kids.
"Your relationship with your brother was bad and you grew up in an empty home."
That could apply to a lot of kids as well... right?
"Everyone around you was totally selfish and ignored you, so you did bad things only because you were lonely. Even so, you have a red racecar and a long-haired purebred dog named Alexander."
Mild surprise filled Akihiko, but he didn't let it show. He knew that the brat was just trying to get a reaction out of him; he gave the kid nothing, but could not resist throwing him. "How did you guess?"
Misaki blanched for a second, then tried to engage him into an argument again. "So, your sexual orientation is also because of it? Your mother brought home a lover and you saw them so you've lost desire for women."
Good guess... Akihiko was a little shocked at how right this brat's assumption was, but still kept his calm facade, sipping his tea slowly.
"But then, you have a tutor who was very kind, and he violated you so after that you discovered your orientation."
The way the kid kept guessing right really did make Akihiko look like the typical spoiled rich kid. I guess I was... but it still annoys me that this kid had the guts to call me a brat.
He sipped his tea calmly, his expression not changing."If these past things were discovered they'd be headline news..." he replied calmly, and enjoyed how Misaki blanched yet again. You're way too young to be able to make me speechless, brat, he thought as he glared at him.
Misaki glared back at him, and Akihiko thought irritably, there's no way in hell I'll get along with him.
But, he thought as he clasped his hands and rested his head on them, for Takahiro, I'll have to endure!
The uncomfortable silence lengthened as they both stewed in their own thoughts. Might as well get this over with, Akihiko reminded himself grimly. The sooner he started tutoring the brat, the sooner he'd leave.
"So, where'd you want to go to college?"
Misaki looked sullen as he glared at the floor. "M University."
Akihiko chuckled at the brat's guts. Was the runt actually serious? With those grades? "Are you talking in your sleep?"
Misaki stood up in annoyance and pointed to Akihiko once more, angrily yelling "You! Everything you say is so annoying!"
Trust me, the feeling's mutual, kid.
"If I don't try, how can I know the results?" Akihiko had never appreciated the term 'if looks could kill', but if that was true, he had no doubt that he'd be at least six feet under by now.
Akihiko sighed again, and picked up Misaki's practice exam results, waving them slightly in the air. "I know the results," he said simply, then pointed to the paper. "Look here, I've already looked over your practice exams. From what I see, rather than you being careless or not knowing your formulas, you just don't know what they're asking." He slapped the transcript down on the coffee table, triumphant. "You should be more realistic," he advised. "Most colleges have economics concentrations."
Misaki shook his head fervently. "M University!" he shouted. "I want to go to M University! For my brother, I will go to M University!"
Takahiro? What did he have to do with this?
"If it's not that one I won't go to college at all!"
Well, I applaud your... tenacity, Akihiko thought absently. His mind was on a bigger conundrum. "Why do you connect that college with Takahiro?"
Misaki looked down, embarrassed. "Well," he mumbled, "you should know about it too. My parents.." he seemed to get a bit smaller as his forehead wrinkled in grief. "They died of an accident ten years ago. My brother raised me after that."
Akihiko nodded. He had heard all of this from Takahiro long ago.
"At that time niichan got into M University. But because of me, my brother went straight to work. Because of me..." he trailed off, trying to think of how to explain.
That sounds about right. Akihiko knew that Takahiro was willing to sacrifice a lot when it came to his brother, so it didn't surprise him that he had given up the university for his brother.
Misaki smiled softly, yet sadly as he continued staring at the ground. "So I... Since I want to do econ too, I want to go there for him... Umm... I guess my motives aren't simple..." his voice trailed off.
Despite himself, Akihiko felt himself softening towards the runt. He really does love his brother a lot, he thought with a hint of affection. He smiled, tousling the teen's hair gently. He understood this love that Misaki felt, having felt a version of it himself ever since he could remember.
And understanding this love compelled him to help the kid, not just for Takahiro's sake, but for the sole, purpose of helping Misaki himself. It was curious, but at the same time surprisingly uplifting.
"I know the reason!" he announced enthusiastically as the kid looked up in surprise at the sudden mood change. "Okay, I'll make sure you get in! With super Usami-sensei, how can you possibly lose, am I right?"
Misaki blushed slightly in embarrassment, but responded to Akihiko's enthusiasm with some of his own. "Uhh... yeah!" he agreed, a small, nervous smile playing around his lips.
The words themselves sounded unsure, but Akihiko could see the sparks of hope and hints of guileless trust that smoldered in the shadows of the teen's startling eyes, and he felt his heart grow slightly lighter as he gazed deep into their green depths...


It's about one o'clock in the morning as I type this right now...
Like the pleb I am, whenever I get bored of typing, I sluff off and do something else for a couple hours, sometimes days, even weeks at a time, at least until I feel like writing again. Thankfully, this Time Of The Inactive Mind, as I like to call my little writing vacations, was fairly short, and you have Orson Scott Card to thank for that. It took me about an hour tops, but I read Ender's Game; I didn't really choose this book for a purpose, it was just closeby at the time.
Anyway, I bawled like a baby at the end of the book (and now my glasses are all foggy from the crying), as I do every time I read that book; it's one of the few that can still make me do that, despite having read it about a hundred times (no joke, I'm being serious; the book's just that good).

Well, after having read it through again, I feel like writing again, so here ya go, hope you liked it, constructive criticism is always welcome, message me if you want other chapters written from Akihiko's POV, etc..

And YES, I realized my mistake of Takahiro's name already, so thanks to all the people, and especially Truth-Kills, for pointing it out.

(It kinda sucked that I got bored writing it when I did, because I was practically at the end. I had about five sentences left to type, but was too lazy to finish it. That really shows how much of a pleb I am. But oh well, I finished it now, but am now too lazy to correct any mistakes. That's just how I roll.)

You know, this was most likely the hardest part to write for me. I don't know why. I just couldn't get the inspiration to chuck it out onto paper, or in this case the computer... Oh well.

Thanks for reading my story idea, and a special thanks to those who favorited my story. Evermore!