This is my second fiction, I hope you like it! I am a little inexperienced in writing people talking, since I can't hold a conversation well myself; so I hope I did okay!

Asakiku fan fiction

The misjudged and the misfit

Chapter two- Coincidental encounter

Arthur's musings were shattered by hearing a creak at the door, and short black haired individual standing there, clutching some books close to his chest.

"Um...excuse me" The short man muttered, looking anywhere but Arthur's surprised face, "I-Is Mr. Vargas... here?"

Kiku was so used to being alone, rarely talking to anyone, other than his family and peers; that he couldn't communicate with people around the same age as him without stuttering.

"He just went out," Arthur replied, "to get some supplies, did you want something?" he continued.

"Um...well, I just wanted to ask whether I could stay to finish some art work, t-that's all..." Kiku trailed off, muttering words under his breath as he got even more nervous.

"I'm sure he'll let you stay, love. Come in!" Arthur waved his hand, accompanied with a warm smile, gesturing Kiku to come in.

He gently shut the door and made his way to one of the desks in the corner, coincidentally next to Arthur's. Kiku always liked to sit in the corner or at the back of a room, he felt at comfort there.

Arthur went back to drawing, but occasionally glancing over to the short boy unpacking his art supplies. He placed a book on the table with a clunk, the one he had so closely nuzzled in his chest as he stood at the door. Arthur shifted his eyes and saw the book.

That was the one I returned a few days ago. He immediately thought, smiling to himself and said,

"So, do you read often then?" He questioned.

"Yes. I read almost...everyday." He spoke, a little red in the face.

Arthur smiled to himself once again. Someone that enjoys reading that much is hard to come by nowadays.

There was a silence between them while Kiku got his pencils and pad , but it wasn't uncomfortable, it was a rather pleasant silence. Arthur gazed out of the window, looking at the yard, weak yellow light pouring in, it was quite relaxing. Arthur glanced over at Kiku as he heard him opening his drawing pad and flipping through it, finding his current project. He gazed in awe seeing beautiful traditional ink drawings and manga sketches. He slowly moved his arm over his work, he felt his was inferior to Kiku's in every possible way.

Arthur said, "Hey, what's your name?"

Kiku paused, nobody had ever been remotely interested about who he was, never mind someone a popular as Arthur. He had always been ignored in primary school, all of the other children wanted to play outside, however Kiku wanted to read, isolating himself; so nobody bothered to interact with him, and this followed into high school also.

"Kiku. Kiku H-Honda..." He stuttered.

"Um... Could you teach me to draw like that Kiku?" Arthur mumbled, feeling embarrassed at the request he just suggested.

Kiku was surprised by this sudden question. Arthur, someone everyone wanted to be, wealthy, smart and a rather handsome man, wanted help from me? Why? Kiku wondered, although he accepted his offer anyway; he always wanted people to take an interest in art, and when somebody asked him to aid them how could he decline?

"O-Of course, I would be happy to. Wait, what is your name?"

"Oh, erm, my name is Arthur Kirkland." Arthur beamed a grin at Kiku.

"Okay, Arthur-san, May I look at your previous drawings then?" Kiku was beginning to feel comfortable in this man's presence, he didn't stutter, like he usually does.

Arthur's eyes widened as Kiku said he wanted to see his drawings. Oh no, he thought to himself what if he mocks me for what I like to draw? what if he is secretly judges me as he looks at my work?! These thoughts spiralled around his mind vigorously.

"Arthur-san?" Kiku looked at the man confused, he was blushing furiously, wondering why.

Arthur shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

"W-why must you look?" He blurted out.

"Well, I just want to see where you need to improve Arthur-san." Kiku expressed with a smile, raising his hand to accept Arthur's pad, "I can't teach you, if I don't know your weakest points."

"Okay..." He muttered, giving in to the mans request, "...Just don't judge me when you see them." Arthur looked to his left, avoiding eye contact with the short man, handing his drawings to him.

Kiku grabbed it then flipped the cover to reveal the blond man's work.

A few moments passed, they felt like years. Arthur could hear his heart pounding, and it felt like it was in his throat. His art was so personal to him, something he never showed to anyone, he only displayed it once, to be mocked and called 'gay', so he's never done that since. Why did I give it to him? What on earth was I thinking! Bloody hell! He thought, gazing at Kiku examining the drawings with a furrowed brow; awaiting his judgement.

He's just going to laugh and say I'm 'homo' or a 'bender' like the rest of them. I just know it.

"Arthur-san."

"hmm? What, are they okay, or-?" He exclaimed, bracing himself for the mockery.

"They are beautiful, Arthur-san... Why would you want to change them?" Kiku looked up from the drawings and at him, his serious chestnut eyes sparkling in the frail summer light, he looked truly dazzling.

Arthur knotted his thick brows, he looked at Kiku bewildered.

"So, you're not bothered that they are...well, girly?" He said in a rather confused tone.

"There is nothing wrong with a man drawing things along these lines, Arthur-san, they are not girly at all." He smiled warmly, giving the pad back to Arthur, "I think men should be able to draw these without being judged."

Kiku rummaged in his back to pull out yet another drawing pad, then opened it to reveal a sketch of two people staring at the pitch night sky, their hands interlocking together.

"See, there is nothing wrong with drawing about lovers."

Arthur felt a wave of relief in his mind. Some one who doesn't judge him what he draws, this made Arthur smile.

Arthur was no longer embarrassed about his work, because he knew someone who would appreciate it and see it as beautiful, rather than girly or feminine, to see it as normal.

He and Kiku continued to chat, saying what they liked, what they didn't, their views on various things and in turn learning new things about themselves. They had a lot in common, Arthur had found a friend, not like the people he was found with at school, an actual friend he could talk to for hours on end.

Kiku had made his first ever friend that day, someone similar to him, and they appreciated the same things. He experienced a feeling he had not felt before, he was truly happy and everything seemed so beautiful. It made him feel warm inside, and the thought of them being apart saddened him, this is the first time he has made a friend, and he wanted to be with him all the time he could.

"Oh, bloody hell look at the time!" Arthur exclaimed grabbing his bag, shoving his union jack pencil case in there, quickly followed by his sketch pad.

Had an hour really passed that fast? He thought.

"Um, thanks for making me feel better about my drawings, it means a lot! See you around!" He shouted as he exited the classroom, almost jogging.

As Arthur was speed walking down the halls he saw Mr. Vargas in the staff corridor, covered in paint (so was the floor), and the headmaster, Mr. L. Beilschmidt, giving him a great lecture about being careful with the art supplies. Mr. Vargas was always clumsy, he was too eager for his own good.

The staff corridor was the best looking part of the school, it had a clean beige carpet and wooden panels on the walls, the small chandelier drooped in the centre, filling it with a warm glow; it looked so grand in comparison to the plain white walls and grey tiles all over the school.

That's why he didn't come back earlier. He mused. Arthur opened the doors to the staff corridor and made his way to Mr. Vargas. Mr. Beilschmidt paused as he noticed the blond man padding across the carpet.

"Sir, I'm going home now but there is another person in your room, so it isn't unattended." Arthur said with a half smile.

"Oh, okay Arthur." Mr. Vargas said, his voice less chirpy and happy as usual, "Have a good evening."

"I will, sir." He replied, walking away. He then started sprinting as he was out of the headmasters view.

Me, have a pleasant evening? that would never happen. Arthur thought. Although he hoped to hold onto the happiness he had received by making a new friend at least until he got home.

Meanwhile Kiku sat staring out of the window, the light felt warm on his pale cheeks. He started to sketch once more, grinning to himself. Him. The misfit that nobody even noticed, had made a friend. He thought.

Mr. Vargas appeared in the doorway some time later, looking a little saddened, probably from the lecture he received.

At this time Kiku was packing his things, ready to make his way home.

"Oh. Hello Vargas-sensei" Kiku spoke.

"Hey Kiku. Are you going now?" He tilted his head a little, like a puppy.

"I'm afraid so, see you tomorrow Vargas-sensei."

"Bye."

Kiku slung his bag over his shoulder, then scurried out of the classroom to finally go home.

Thank you for reading! I will hopefully have time to write the next chapter soon!