AN: Finally a new chaptire, sorry all! I would appreciate it if you review, that might speed up the process! Anyways, happy (extremely) late holidays and happy soon to be new year!
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Chaptire 2 - Tea
The rest of the day passed without a single disturbance. All of Lavi's other teachers knew about his troubling year that had taken place previously. They pitied him. In their sickening sweet and fake voices they indulged him. Lavi hated this above everything, he did not wish to be pitied and treated as if he was different from everyone else. He…he just wished to be normal, to pass this year without standing out. So far, on the very first day of school, his plans were not going, as he wanted them to. It made the other students question him, they gave him looks and flat out ignored him. He didn't mind the ignoring part, but he did so mind they fact they talked about him behind his back. He felt the irritation build like a raging bonfire, spiralling upwards and eventually almost enclosing on him completely. When the final bell rang as the signal for release for the day, he let out a heavy sigh of relief. Gathering his things, he headed towards Miss Lenalee's room. He did not feel a particular sense of doom or despair like normal students would. In fact, he didn't mind at all. Lavi was in no hurry to return home or to start on what little (and boring) homework he had received. So, he was using seeing Lenalee as an excuse to prolong starting what needed to be done. In simple turns, he was just being darn lazy.
"Hello?" Lavi knocked twice before creaking the door open. He was greeted with a warm smile. With a swift wave he was gestured in. He stood there awkwardly while his teacher cocked her heads sideways, in deep thought. Just like a child, thought Lavi as he chuckled inwardly. And with one sudden movement she snapped her fingers of her right hand, straightened her back, and exclaimed loudly, "Ah!" This action surprised the redhead way more than it should have. He jumped back, startled at the sudden movement. To put it quite crudely and more naturally, Lenalee scared the (fucking) shit out of him, which was quite scene to lay your eyes upon.
"I have to make the tea!" she rushed off to the door to her personal office quickly, leaving Lavi there yet to comprehend what had just happened. Is she really a teacher? He thought with a hand over his chest, she acts so formal. Watching her figure through the glass, she seemed so small. So much smaller, and delicate compared to him. What was this urge to protect her? Was it because somehow he could sense some kind of sadness kindred to his own emitting from her? He shook the thought and feeling to the back of his head just in time to see his teacher returning.
She handed him a cup, "Here, be careful though, it's really hot." They sit in the round table in the back, by Lavi's seat in class. Silence falls upon them, but it's not a bad sort of silence. It's a comforting, gentle silence, as they bask in each other's company without words. At that point Lenalee felt no more than a fellow student, being on the same level, to him. And truth be told, he enjoyed being here with her like this, instead of the normal gibbering and ringing of conversations buzzing. There was not much need to over think or ponder on what to say next. It was simple and easy. Natural. But finally she spoke up, as Lavi's cup had already emptied to a little below half, "Why are you so sad?"
The question surprised him, from the tip of his toes to the full height of him. It made him feel chilled to the bone, and a bit shakily he ventured another sip of his tea. "I'm not sad? Whatever made you think that?" he forced another fake smile that he was always good at. It tricked everyone, even his observant psychiatrist. But underneath her gaze he felt transparent.
"Please don't lie," she gave him a small sad smile, "How about I tell you a story?" She took a deep breath, closing her eyes all the while, "There once was a girl who loved to dance very much. Artistically, she was quite good at everything, but she could only see herself as a dancer. She practiced very hard, every day and night, and in return she was awarded. But fate is cruel. In one incident all her efforts go to waste. She can't dance anymore, not one bit. And to this day she lives in regret, remorse, and sorrow for her loss." Lavi stared at the black haired girl. The look of grief an overwhelming presence on her face. Then as sudden as it had come she shook it off with a sad smile, "That's my story…when you feel ready to you can always tell me yours." Seeing his cup now empty, Lenalee gently takes it along with her own to the sink. Lavi hears the water run and splash.
"Can you give me some time?" he finally speaks quietly. Their expressions to one another hidden.
"Of course."
