Note- Fuji was born in Germany then relocated to America to study.
Sorry for the long wait. I haven't really had time to think about my fanfic because I've been hanging out with my friends a lot. OOOF! Such a LAME excuse! Sorry for that.D. But really, I won't delve into their lives and talk and talk and TALK, so, I'll just leave you to it. Enjoy!
He was beautiful, desperate, condemned. I was weak, cowardly; I clutched onto him for comfort, for survival. He helped me to reclaim the impossible pieces of my life; he bound them together to create a new. He was incredible.
Three months ago, I had arrived in America, merely an exchange student from Japan. It was at this time, that I had met Fuji Shuusuke. He was educated, cultured. I was quite adequate, but perhaps not to his superior level. He seemed perfect; flawless, and I had felt like an awkward foreigner. In the last year of high school, life had dealt out a cruel hand to me, and I suffered much bullying as a result.
"Hey four-eyed, go back to your own country! What's the matter? Don't speak English? Why, you fucking bastard!"
Blood trickled down my legs in rivulets of crimson, staining my favorite Puma shorts. They had beaten me to a pulp, kicking mercilessly and randomly. They were too strong; their numbers too great. Pain throbbed through my head, and my breath became ragged, uneven. I could feel my throat constricting, as I gasped for air, coughing hard onto the dusty grass. I stared in amazement. Blood had soaked the grass. I felt faint, dizzy, and weak. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe! There was nothing to do but to watch the world go black…
The first thing I had noticed about Fuji Shuusuke was his painful thinness. His face was hollow, his arms and legs bony, and his frame bird-like. But there was something I couldn't put my finger on. 'He was beautiful', one could ascertain from the blazing blue eyes, the shapely nose, the proud forehead and the full lips. He showed his emotions subtly, but powerfully. There was this driving feeling. I wanted to put him in my arms, warm his white skin, and assure him that it would all be okay, because, it was that obvious; Fuji Shuusuke had an eating disorder.
Not that I don't have problems of my own; I do. Actually, the bullying was the least of my problems. You see, I had long ago accepted the facts; I would die young. I would experience difficulties in my life that at this age, most ordinary people would never experience for their whole life. I struggled to breathe when kids struggled to read. When normal people got a cold, they coughed. They struggled for a while, soon to become nothing but an uncomfortable memory, but I coped with this everyday. Well. I didn't really cope. At least, not until I met Shuusuke.
My Shuusuke; did I hurt you? But it was better this way; better for the both of us…
Yes. SUPERSHORT chapter! I really am quite bad!D
Next time, I promise a LONG. LONG. one though. It just seemed the right place to end the chapter.
Love you. Oh! And Amanda's been doing much better! Thanks for worrying. Jeremy? Not as good...(. He had to go to hospital for a lung infection. Well, I'm telling ya, thats one brave kid!, Fingers crossed,
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