Chapter 2: God, why did you create tutoring?
A week passed without any bigger humiliations, and soon it was monday again. When Kamui's class was over and the students started leaving the classroom, Kamui said: "Shion-kun, could you stay for a while?" I had no idea what was going on, but Len sent another glare at the teacher and muttered he'd wait for me outside. When everyone was gone, I walked to Kamui's desk and asked what he wanted to talk about.
Kamui rose his gaze from his papers to me and smiled a little, then explained: "I talked with the principal today, and he said you need tutoring, so he ordered me as your tutor."
"W- What? I don't need a tutor!" I protested. My grades weren't that bad. Okay, they were pretty bad, but I didn't need a fucking tutor!
"I'm sorry, but that's how it is. We'll meet every Wednesday and Friday in the school library. Remember to be there in time", he said and then told me to leave, saying he had work to do. I pouted and did what I was told to, walked out of the class to see Len looking at me curiously. He asked what's wrong and I explained all about the tutoring and Kamui.
"I don't need a tutor! I'm perfectly fine with my grades!" I complained as we headed to the next class. Len was angry too, but I'm not sure if it was because of me getting tutoring, but because of who the tutor was.
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The next week was horrible. Why? None of my friends were in school. Len and Rin were sick and Miku and Mikuo's grandmother was very sick and in verge of dying, so they had gone to the other side of Japan to see her. And Akaito... I don't think I could call him a friend. Besides, he was way too depressed about not being able to see Mikuo for a whole week. They did text each other all the time, though.
In your opinion, having your friends away for a week might not sound that bad, but you probably aren't in my situation. You see, most of the girls in school wanted me dead because Kamui tutored me. And the guys who liked those girls were idiots who thought: "Hey, how about we make his life hell? That should do it!" And so, the bullying started.
It started on Monday, which was the first time I ever ate my lunch in the cafeteria. I usually ate it on the roof with my friends, but today I had no friends to eat with, so I just decided to go to the noisy cafeteria and amuse myself by listening to the other students' conversation. But oh, that was the wrong decision. As soon as I sat down, I felt something hit my head and heard someone yelling: "Teacher's pet!"
Someone had thrown a juice box at me and everyone was laughing as if it was funny. Dripping juice on my lunch I turned around to see who it was, but the next thing I realized was that there was hot ramen on my face and the laughter got even harder. I had enough of it and stood up before even eating the lunch. I headed out of the cafeteria my hair covered in juice and noodles and my face burning. I got tripped by other students several times in the hallway too as I ran to the bathroom, which luckily wasn't too far away.
But oh, no, it just wasn't empty. All this had obviously been planned since there were three guys waiting for me there. I backed up a little, but was thrown against the wall painfully. I felt one of them grab my wet hair and hiss: "You thought you could escape, huh?"
"Let go", I groaned, but of course, it did nothing. I was punched across my face and I fell on the cold floor. I was kicked, and I shivered in pain. They continued punching and kicking until it hurt to move and inch, and then they took something from their pockets. Lighters and cigarettes. My shirt was ripped off, and soon they started smoking, but every now and then burnt my skin with the cigarettes.
After that, I was kicked a few times, and then they decided to finish. They just took my wallet first.
For a long time, I could just lay there and cry. Since it was my very first time being bullied, I took it nothing but lightly. I pitied people who had suffered half of their lives of this, like lonely senpai from Akaito's class, Yowane Haku.
I skipped rest of the day and went home when everyone was in classes. It took a long time to walk all the way, but luckily no one was home so I could clean myself up in peace and then collapse on my bed, take my headphones and try to focus on music in stead of pain.
I hadn't asked for this. All I had done was not studying hard enough and that's why got a tutor, it wasn't my fault! Another tear rolled from my cheek, dropping on the pillow. I hated Kamui. I hated him so much.
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On Wednesday, none of my friends weren't in school yet, so I was still getting beaten up - I'd been beaten up on Tuesday too. When it was time for tutoring, I was limping so bad I was half an hour late. When I came to the library, Kamui scolded me for being late, but silenced immediately as he saw my condition.
"What happened?" he asked as he hurried over to me and supported me so I wouldn't fall.
"Nothing..." I muttered and tried to shrug him off, but he didn't move anywhere and asked who did it. I sent him my most murderous glare and spat: "It's none of your business! It's your fault anyway."
"What do you mean?" he asked worriedly. I looked away and quietly explained him how everyone called me 'teacher's pet' because he tutored me, and how guys beat me up to get girls they like.
"Oh my God... Well... I'll drive you home now. You should rest", he said, running his long fingers through his hair.
"No", I protested stubbornly.
"What?"
"You can drive me, but I want to go to hospital", I explained bluntly.
"That's a good idea, actually. You better get those injuries checked o-" I interrupted him by raising my hand and saying: "I'm not going there because of my injuries. I just want to see my mother."
"Very well", he said, biting his lip. We walked to his car, and the whole way to the hospital neither of us said a single word. When we arrived, I got a sudden energy boost, and even though it hurt, I ran to the hospital room where mom stayed.
"Kaito! What happened?" she asked worriedly as she saw me. She had been reading some book, but now placed it on her night stand and motioned me to come closer. I sat on the chair next to the bed and took her hand in mine.
"It's nothing serious..." I mumbled, but squeezed her hand tighter as I realized I shouldn't had come; this would only cause stress to her, and that would probably make her situation worse. I felt sick.
I hugged her, so I was half sitting on the chair, half laying on her, and apologized: "I'm sorry... I shouldn't had come here and made you worried."
"It's okay, honey..." she whispered softly and stroke my hair soothingly. From her voice, I could tell she was smiling as she continued: "They've come up with a cure to my illness... I'll probably be able to return home next month."
"R- Really?" I stuttered. She nodded happily, and I broke into tears, smiling and hugging her even more.
"I'm so glad!" I said, wetting her hospital-gown with tears of joy. She was in verge of tears too, and answered: "I'm glad too, honey..."
"You should get those bruises checked up now, okay?" she suggested. Like a child, I pouted, not letting go of her, and muttered: "But I want to stay with you..."
"I'll be fine, honey. Promise me you'll go to a doctor? Or at least ask someone to tend the injuries", she insisted. I didn't want to make her feel bad, so I promised. I said my good-byes, promised to visit again the same week and then left. Kamui was waiting for me in the hallway and as he noticed my tears that hadn't yet dried, he immediately asked if I was okay.
"I'm okay", I replied.
"We should now get those checked", he said, referring to my injuries, and I nodded silently. If I promised something to my mom, I wouldn't break it.
GAKUPO'S POV
The next day, when the school was over, I started searching for the people who Kaito said had beaten him up. I felt weird urge to protect the bluenette, so I naturally wanted to revenge. For them hurting him, that is. When I finally found them, I saw that they were all in one group, and a guy almost identical to Kaito had pinned one of them against the wall, ready to beat the shit out of him and the others. I coughed and all of their heads turned to my way.
"S- S- Sensei! These people beat my brother up, I just-" Kaito's brother started, and I interrupted him: "I know. Mind if I help you out a little?"
First he looked really surprised, but then grinned widely and answered: "I oughta beat 'em up myself, but I don't mind at all. It'll be quicker anyway."
I grinned too, glared at the idiots who were going to be punished, and we beat them up for good. So good they were calling their mothers' names and crawling on the ground begging us to stop. When we walked away from them, Akaito laughed loudly and asked: "So, what's up? Why did ya wanna beat 'em up?"
"I just don't like the idea of students getting bullied", I answered simply and calmly. He laughed again and pointed out I'd just beaten up and bullied students enough for them to beg their mamas help.
"That's different", I said. Of course it was different! My Kaito was involved. Wait... Did I just add a selfish, possessive word before his name? Well... Doesn't matter. I mean, he is mine. In my dreams, at least. Like the one where I pinned him down on my desk and fucked his ass while he blushed and screamed and moaned my name. Good dreams, good dreams... And then there's the one where he dressed up as a maid and fed me eggplants mouth to mouth and it ended in just more than feeding eggplants. And then one where-
"I had no idea you were a good guy, though. Like seriously, you're nothin' like a teacher. I thought teachers oughta be like... boring and shit!" he commented, cutting the trail of my amazing thought. I chuckled. He reminded of me when I was young.
"Oh really? Well, maybe I don't really remind a teacher", I answered.
"Pfft, that's how you put it nicely", he said. I headed to my car while he headed home after he promised not to tell about me and I promised I wouldn't tell about him.
KAITO'S POV
For some reason, I wasn't getting beaten up anymore and for some reason, whenever I went to the kendo club to wait for Akaito so we could walk home together - Akaito was in the kendo club while I was in music club - I saw him and Kamui chatting. I had no idea what was going on, and whenever I asked my idiotic brother about it, he grinned dorkily and said it's a secret.
Soon one month passed and mom was able to come home. We had a welcome-party for her, and she made her best dish for us. Until now, we'd been living with instant noodles and pizza since none of us could cook, but now that mom was home, we would be able to eat delicious meals every day.
So everything went well. Until that day.
A/N
Hiyaa! Sorry it took longer to update this one, I had a writers block :P (In the second chapter already? What are you thinking, author-san?!)
Isn't Akaito SO badass? He's like... a combination of Reita, Aoi, Ruki, Uruha and ultimate coolness! I didn't include Kai 'cuz that guy's way too cute and innocent... If you have no idea what I'm talking 'bout, sorry. The point is that Akaito's a badass :D That's why he talks like that... like a badass... like a gangster... like... like... like Akaito. Anyway, I'm off to spend my movie-evening now with bowl of popcorn and The Incredible Hulk. What? It's not evening in where you live? Pfft, what do you know about evenings? And yes, I'm going to watch The Incredible Hulk. I guess I really am a nerd, huh? I'm joking, I've realized that a loooooooooong time ago XD
Oh, and it shouldn't take long to write all the chapters so far since 1. I'm not gonna include all the useless plot twists such as the satanist-principal, first convention (not really sure about that, though) and and I'm really not sure if I'll add Yuu (the OC) into this fic... Do you guys want him? :D I kinda liked him, but I feel like he has no role in the fic :/ And the reason 2. Now I know where the actual story is going, so I shouldn't have writer's blocks as much as I used to have. And if I do have a writer's block, I won't do a filler-chapter with a lot of drama and stuff and just try to write the plot. I hope this answers your question, Mimoru :)
Buh Bye~!