Chapter 3: A New Headache
Today was actually a quite splendid day.
When I left my dorm, the sun shined brightly in the cloudless light blue sky and nicely warmed me up after being hit by the cold wind. Birds were having their final goodbye before they migrated to a warmer climate, giving the people that passed by a chance enjoy their final song. The leaves were now all red, orange and yellow, some falling down and gliding with the wind. It was a splendid day and I was planning on enjoying it to the max before the rumored terrible winter came around.
It seemed our gym teacher fortunately was thinking the same thing, and let everyone do as they pleased as long as they were enjoying the last few warm days of the year. I took this chance to just sit on the grass field and read, glancing up at the occasional bird or leaf that flew by.
The first half of school flew by very quickly yet calmingly and before I knew it, our history teacher was waving goodbye to my class as everyone left for lunch. Packing up my bags with ease, I ended up being the last one to leave the classroom and was able to walk down the hallway with a calm graceful stride for they were now empty.
But as I got my lunch and made my way to my table, it was strangely empty. No ostentatious French frog, no obnoxious "Prussian" git and no calm and dignified Japanese boy. The only one there was the cheerful long-haired Chinese boy.
When I sat down onto my normal seat, Yao quickly looked up, smiled uneasily, and went back to what he was doing. It was quite cute actually, seeing him place his hands in his lap as he turned his head desperately back and forth, looking for someone as his mouth was in a pouting puff. This must of been one of the many things that caused Kiku to overlook his usual loud demeanor.
"Have you seen Kiku today?" I looked up as Yao looked at me, still moving a bit uncomfortable, as if he had been waiting for a while.
"I'm sorry but I haven't," I replied as I looked at him. Yao looked a bit crestfallen when he received my answer but quickly recovered.
I continued eating my lunch with silence as I waited for someone to break this some-what strange silence that was going on between us. But the silence allowed me to think, think about where in the world the other three boys were. I can safely bet that the two wankers caused trouble once again, but maybe this time they actually got caught. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if the red-eyed boy got caught, especially the way he pulls pranks 24/7 like its his life, which he would debate that it is.
But what broke the silence was neither two wankers that usually join our table or the student body president that always carried a bento, but was me.
"Do you think the clocks are right?" It seems like I really do like asking that question don't I? Once again I blurted it out unexpectedly right before I was about to stuff my lunch into mouth. Not only was I a bit surprised but Yao was as well, his constant moving now coming to a stop. He then looked down, thinking more than avoiding the question as I kept staring at him.
Some more silent minutes passed, until Yao raised his head to give me his answer. Well, more like a another question.
"I want to ask you Arthur, why you would think my answer would be different from Kiku, when I am obvious dating him as well as the fact as my clock still being attacked to my wrist aru." His eyes looked straight at me, just like Kiku's when we were at the library yesterday. His normal expressive face was a bit stern as he now waited for my reply from his brief question.
I shook my head a bit as I felt my face heaten, a bit embarrassed on why I would actually ask such an obvious question. It was then my turn to shift my head to the side to avoid Yao's gaze.
"Sorry, I just-am, just-," sigh "I talked to Kiku yesterday and well-he, told me a lot of stuff that I am still confused about and, yea." I finally stuttered out as my left hand went up to itch my right hand, something I tended to do when I got nervous.
Yao too looked a bit to the side and let a soft sigh escape lips, just like how I did.
"Do you mean to ask if you think Kiku will leave me for Heracles?" My face shot up and looked at Yao, whose head was head was still turned to the side.
Was that what I meant to ask? Was that the question I wanted an answer from? I'm not sure. But I know I want an answer to something, just anything, that could clear this cloud inside of my head labeled unanswered in big bold letters.
I nodded my head as I kept staring straight at his turned face.
He then raised his right arm and lowered his head onto his palm as he balanced his head with his elbow on the table, still looking to my left. Yao's hardened face soften a bit, as the tips of his mouth curled.
Then he turned and looked at me, his ember-brown eyes shining with a bit of happiness as he grinned slightly.
"I would be upset no matter what because I love him, which I sure anyone would aru. But as long as Kiku is actually happy and is able to receive the feeling that he can only get with Heracles, then I'm fine. But do I think he'll leave me for Heracles aru? Time can only tell," He then flashed a big smile as he returned to moving his hands back into his lap and moved his head left and right.
So, did this mean that Yao had confidence in keeping Kiku away from his soul-mate? People dating people other than their soul-mate was uncommon but was still was a happening, but people abandoning their soul-mates was something that was never heard of. Taboo as you would call it. All the stories I have heard about dating and relationships have all ended with their soul-mates no matter what and ended no other way. They said that it was meant to be that way. Forever.
Soon after Yao finished talking the three missing boys waltzed into the cafeteria. Francis looking disheveled which was a sight I liked to look at for how much he loved to maintain a perfect image, Gilbert with a huge grin on his face with his arms raised up and his hands supported his head and Kiku, trying to tell them both something without being rude carrying his usual bento in his hands.
After Kiku finished talking to the two, Francis nodded his head and Gilbert put a hand on Kiku's shoulder and said something which caused the boy to sigh.
With that they finally sat down at the table, Gilbert next to me with Francis, Yao and Kiku across from us.
"Aw, Arthur! You so should have been there with us!" Gilbert exclaimed as Francis looked up.
"No thank you actually. It seems as if Francis got trampled at one point on your little adventure," I said as Francis hissed at me a bit. But instead of making a sly comment he took out his phone and started to fix his appearance. Darn, it wasn't everyday you got to admire Francis looking this messed up.
"So what did you idiots do this time? And seeing that Kiku walked in with you guys I'm guessing you guys really did get caught," I looked over at Kiku who was telling Yao something as he picked through his bento lunch.
"Oh yeah! So me and Francis went into the teachers room and there was a photocopy machine! Who wouldn't use that to your advantage?" Oh god, please don't tell me the hallways are filled with the prussian and filthy french's arse.
"But the 'photocopy my ass' trick was just way over used so I smushed Francis' face onto the photocopier, which looked awesome by the way Francis!" Francis just grunted as he continued fixing himself. Looking closely, there was a red mark on Francis' cheek, which was probably where his face was forcefully pressed. Now I wouldn't mind going into the hallway.
"But a teacher came into the room cause they heard Francis screaming like a girl and everything, so we ran out as soon as possible where we were caught by Principal Vargas and given punishment. And Kiku was with Principal Vargas so we all walked back together," Gilbert finished. This boy really doesn't stop does he? Throughout the story I was nodding my head back and forth, sighing every now and then on why they would even think up of doing such stupidity. Well, this is Gilbert we are talking about.
Lunch continued on like this with Gilbert already planning his next great scheme with Francis giving us the silent treatment and spent the rest of the time period fixing himself to be "presentable", only taking his attention off himself once to go get food.
Our break period ended with Kiku asking me if I could come by the student council room later today. With an agreeing nod I started making my way to my dreadful math class until I was stopped once again by someone pulling on my uniform coat. I turned around to see Gilbert with another smile on his face as he rummaged through his coat pocket to find something, which he pulled out. In his hand was a poorly folded piece of paper. When I took it he raised a finger up to his mouth and then turned around to walk to his next class.
I unfolded the paper with curiosity to soon be marveled at the artwork right in front of me. It was a black and white picture of Francis whose face was mercilessly crushed against a screen as his eyes were wide from the surprise and impact. I folded it back up with delicacy as I put it into my school bag and speed walked my way to math class.
Maybe the math test won't be as horrible as I'm expecting it to be.
OOOOOOOOOOOOO
Bloody damn was I wrong.
So wrong.
Very wrong.
Excruciatingly wrong.
And if you're wondering, the math test went horribly.
I ruffled up my hair again as I made a deep groan. My head was now lying helplessly on the table as I thought back to when I was taking the test. Everything on the test was either 'this is exactly what he told us to look over, thank god' or 'holy shit people can solve this?', and sadly one thought came into my mind more often than the other. In other words, I bombed it.
Well, it looks like I have finally hit my first academic challenge/problem this year that was going to take more than extra studying. It seems like I was actually going to need to ask for help, which is the last thing I really want to do. Having to suck up your pride to ask for someone's help, then them knowing how much of a weakness it is for you. I hate that.
When the bell rung I stood up and tried to walk down the aisle to my teachers desk, only be cut by Alfred who was also making his way toward the desk. He then started talking to the teacher, causing me to wait anxiously for the two to finish. I felt myself bite on my lip a bit and my hand itched the each other as Alfred waved goodbye to the math teacher before he looked up at me.
"Is there something wrong Mr. Kirkland?" He asked.
"Um, I have been having some difficulty comprehending the last lesson you have been teaching us and I was wonder if you would be willing to help me understand this lesson and future lessons." I said nervously.
"So you mean you're asking for like tutoring after school?" He replied informally. I nodded my head.
He then looked away from me and he furrowed his eyebrows thinking, debating. Then, he pushed his rolling chair from his desk and looked at someone else in the room that still hadn't left for their next class.
"Hey Alfred! Do you think you could tutor Mr. Kirkland?"
What?!
Alfred looked up from Mathias right before they left the door. He then trotted over to where we were and slung an arm around my shoulder.
"Yea! I have time to tutor!" He grinned as the teacher nodded his head.
WHAT?!
I finally snapped out of my stunned expression and opened my mouth to refuse but the teacher looked at me.
"I don't have any time after school but Alfred will be able to help you with the lessons," He said after read my mind. He then turned around and pulled his chair back to his desk to continue on with his work.
"You hear that Artie! We can hang out even more now!"
My neck muscles puckered out as I raised my hand to my face to hold up my head before gravity caused my quickly descending head to detach from my body and thankfully let me die.
"It's Arthur."
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I ranted so much at Kiku later that day. By the time we were both done with the extra work Kiku had, I was surprised that I could even talk. Kiku fortunately listened to everything I had to vent out without commenting, letting everything just spill out of me. Even when I was done I didn't feel any better.
There was no way that bloody git was better than me at math. Even if I was failing miserably at least I payed attention and took notes! All he fucking does is talk about the Mcdonald's menu! The only reason he is even tutoring me is because the teacher couldn't do it!
The idea of having someone I really didn't like know one of my great weaknesses as well as seeing me sucking up my pride so much was not pleasing me in the slightest.
I then suddenly kicked the wall surrounding the school while I was walking back to my dorm room with anger. I yelped back in pain as I inspected my right foot, still looking the same for I had a shoe on. Fuck brick walls for being so bloody hard.
I made it back to my room with a door slam and threw my bag onto my desk. I plugged in the electric kettle, something I brought along with me when I came to Gakuen W, for some tea as I pulled my necktie so it hung loosely around my neck.
As I waited for the water to heat up I sat down at my desk and took out the math textbook and tons of white lined paper. I don't need that bloody wankers help! I can do this on my own! I know I shouldn't have asked our teacher to begin with, all teachers do is make everything worse! I can do this, I know I can! There is nothing I can't do if I put my mind to it! I will bloody do this without that git's help and show how much I am capable of doing on my own!
With fire glowing in my eyes I flipped my textbook to some sample problems and death gripped my pencil as I looked at the problems.
That's right! I'm a bloody britain that doesn't need any americans help!
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Colorful flower petals flew with the wind as a gust went by me. The meadow was green with colorful little patches of flowers as the sky was bright blue with slight cotton clouds gliding across great canvas.
I laughed as I felt something tickle me when I was lying down, on the soft grass blades. I jump up as fairies fly up to my shoulder, laughing along with me. These creatures had a petal dress and their wings gleamed with a different color every time the sun hit them a different way. Their laughter was like a delicate bell compared to my laugh as some sat down onto my shoulder.
At the end of the meadow, there was a creature running towards my way with great speed. It's glittering whiteness and the long pink horn on it head made the creature recognized right away as I stood up.
"Sparkle Bottom!" I yelled out as I opened my arms out for the unicorn to come Bottom came up to me and nudged my face and I hugged her neck with joy. The fairies were all around us now, some playing in the unicorn's mane and some flying around, gazing at us.
I felt something big on my shoulder all of a sudden, something big and fluffy. My eye caught another familiar figure as I kept petting the unicorn.
"Flying Mint Bunny!" I exclaimed. One of my hand reached out from the unicorn to the flying bunny and petted its soft mint-colored fur. The bunny then started to fly around me along with the fairies as the unicorn continued to nudge my hand.
This calming fun continued on with laughter as we all played together. I hadn't felt this great and free in a long time and it was not a feeling I wanted to get rid of. Happiness flowed in me as I ran through the field with the others feeling the crisp wind gloss over our skin. So much happiness and nostalgic feeling that I hadn't felt. It had been a while. It had been too long. But it was finally here.
Sparkle Bottom came up to me and nudged my cheek before he suddenly pulled away. I waited for the unicorn's next move as she opened her mouth to let out one of her beautiful neighs.
"Knock knock"
Wait what? I looked over at the unicorn with curiosity as she opened her mouth again.
"Knock knock knock knock!"
The unicorn then looked down at me and with its cute eyes as she waited for my response, which was shock.
"Sparkle Bottom? What's going on? Are you okay?" I started to raise my hand up to touch her but she opened her mouth again, letting out another knocking sound. And again. And again. Until the knocking sound became loud and desperate.
I turned my head around to look at Flying Mint Bunny that caught up with us and opened its mouth.
"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR ARTHUR OR WE'RE GONNA BUST IT DOWN!?"
I was confused, scared and confused. What the bloody hell was going on right now? Why were the two acting weird? Why are they like this? They shouldn't be like this! There supposed to be cute not demanding and terrifying.
"FOR FUCKING JESUS SAKE ARTHUR WE'RE GONNA FUCKING DO IT!?" Flying Mint Bunny said, its face still innocent.
No, this wasn't happening, there was no way I was going to allow this to happen! I then ran away from the two creatures with everything I could muster. After a while I turned my head to see how close the two were advancing toward me. They were close. I needed to run faster.
Sparkle Bottom opened her mouth and this time let out a big thumping noise as Flying Mint Bunny starting screaming in something that sounded french. I closed my eyes tight as I kept running, faster, faster!.
Bang Bang Bang!
Darkness welcomed my eyes when I finally opened them. By the times my eyes finally adjusted to the sudden change, there was another thumping and banging coming from the other side of the room.
"I USE MY OWE ARTHUR NOW OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!?"
Then it hit me.
I quickly jumped up and ran to my door and quickly opened, letting the two loser in. They both tumbled inside with a thump but Gilbert quickly jumped up and closed the door. A loud noise could be heard from the hallway along with some yelling that quickly passed by.
"What the bloody hell are the two of you doing?" I demanded as the two were now taking in big gulps of air.
Gilbert was on the floor leaning against the door as Francis was laying down holding onto a bag and the other covering his eyes.
The numbers 11:47 illuminated the room as I went over to turn on the lights. The lights blinded my eye as I went over to my heated kettle with a cup and a tea bag that I previously had set out for me to use while studying.
"Do you want to explain to me what you two fools did?" I asked sipping into my tea. My god was it delicious. It still did not make up for my wonderful dream I was having that was interrupted by these gits.
Francis was the first one to do something, which was raising his hand that was holding the big bag. As he raised it, a whole bunch of clinking noises were made as well as some sloshing noises. The two fools were both smiling really hard right now as I inched over to the bag.
I slowly peeled the open bag as I glanced inside. My neck then snapped suddenly as I stared back up at the two. They probably would have laughed at me when they saw my expression but they held it in to keep their breathing regulated.
"How much alcohol is in here?" I questioned as I pulled out the bottles in the bag. Gilbert was now pushing himself up as he walked over to me. Francis just kept laying down with his other arm slung over his eyes.
"I'm not sure but that sure as hell was heavy-,"Gilbert was now helping me as he pulled out bottle after bottle of different brands of alcohol which I was creating a straight line with.
"How the hell did you even do this?" I asked looking at the two.
"We got our connections you know. Well, Francis has connection to get wine while I have connections to everything else," He pushed his chest up and put his hands on his hips, trying to make himself look as 'awesome' as he proclaims to be. He just looked bloody stupid to me.
"And should I even ask why you did this?" I questioned pulling the last of the bottles from the bag. Francis had long now let go of the bag and laid in the same spot limply.
"Why, for the weekend of course!," Gilbert exclaimed admiring all the alcohol. God, this must have cost a fortune. Well these were two boys that got into this school because of their rich daddys so I guess this much isn't a problem for them.
Francis finally pushed himself up and shared a high-5 with Gilbert. He then placed an arm onto Gilbert's shoulder which he leaned against, joining Gilbert at admiring the alcohol. I sat down onto my chair as I took another sip of tea.
"When are you guys going to leave?" I questioned.
"Oh Rosbief, we won't be able to leave for a while," Francis said as he shook his head back and forth, his free hand raised up like he was holding a plate.
"And why should I not kick you out right now?"
"Cause a teacher saw us. You heard him running down the hallway. He's probably still out there screaming our names," I opened my mouth to say something but was interrupted by Gilbert again. "And if you're planning on telling us that we can hide in our room we can't, cause he saw us. Plus, I'm using my owe right now so you really can't refuse."
I sighed in defeat as I slumped into my chair. It's too late to be dealing with these bloody gits that carried in at least 25 bottles of alcohol with them. How did I even come to become friends with these alcohol freaks?
A pop noise then echoed throughout my room. I turned to look at the two sitting men, Gilbert holding out what seemed like three beer mugs as Francis poured down wine from the freshly opened bottle. What a weird combination. After the wine was equally shared amongst the three big cups, Gilbert passed one to Francis and raised his arm out for me to grab my share. I pushed the cup away.
"Awe come on Arthur! It's Friday! Why not drink?" He said, keeping his arm raised.
"Because I have a lot of work I need to do," I replied, looking down at the work I had on my desk. The textbook laid open on the same page I left it, which was page one of the sample questions. My white lined paper was covered in number as well as many frustrated scribbles and a small wet spot which seemed to be my drool when I fell asleep. To sum it up, I fucking failed at trying to prove that britains don't need help and this bloody britain was getting really desperate.
I then started to debate between the 20-something alcohol bottles lying around and the open text book filled with unsolvable problems.
"Open up the whiskey and we'll see where this goes."
That's right, I'm still friends with these alcohol freaks because I love alcohol myself.
Alcohol freak #3 out.
A/N: Renka
Yay! Chapter 3 is successfully finished! Woohoo! This isn't the most chapter's I have written but this is definitely the most words I've written in any of my stories. (that have burned in the fire of disappointment) I know this chapter is a bit shorter than the other but in all honesty, there was a lot more planned for this chapter than what I present. Like, A LOT more. Let's just say we had enough content to split it into two chapters.
Okay, so story time! Once upon a time two hetalian nerds were texting as they were thinking up a title for their fanfic they were creating. There were many ideas: The perfect mistake, The imperfect world, the two rights of a broken clock, the clock ticks for the imperfect world, the tick-tock of a heart, the beating of a heart in the world of ticks, the beat of a broken clock, etc. Weeks passed with them still debating with two chapters written yet, still no title. At one point one of the hetalians just said, "hell to this" and titles the files with the story, "Fuck my life"
Summary: this story was titled "Fuck my life" for a while and ended up being on our top three picks.
Story time over!
Fun Fact: A 10-year-old boy saved his family in a speeding car. After his great-grandmother passed out on the wheel, he decided grab the wheel and guided it into a muddy ditch. His great-grandmother's foot eventually fell of the gas pedal and that, combined with the mud brought the vehicle to a stop. He then credits hours of Mario Kart experience for his skills.
Dapanda is probably not going to comment because she's too shy, isn't that right?
Dapanda: MAWHAHHAHAHHA! I'M NOT SHY! FOOL! I WAS JUST WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME TO STRIKE! MAWHAHHAHAHAHAHA! I have a story to tell too!
MT STORY! (its about me o.o): when i was younger and with my mom out walking in my home town saying our goodbyes, we walked in front of my towns town hall when its about to turn eight o'clock. My mom, who doesn't know that there is a bell in the town hall that rings every hour, starts to run and scream when the bell rang eight. Me, being scared from her screaming and running away from me, started running like my life depended on it.
How do i describe this without being mean...
Lets just say that if me and my mom were in a life or death situation where u had to run for the hills...my mom would be dead from the first five steps she took.
Renka: (￣◇￣;)
Oh and Dapanda will be "designing" the time skips O's so, yea.