Dr. Ansem Xehanort was, or should I say is a world-renowned councillor and specialist in learning difficulties, more specifically dyslexia. He has wrote 7 books on the subject (4 of which I have read with great difficulty), he has published several thesis on the matter and takes the care of his 'subject matter' too seriously. For all the genius he is, he is a shite talker. Know that thing your teacher drills into your head 'Don't repeat a questions root it annoys examiners!' that thing, this guy was finding 10 different ways to say the same thing.
He drones, on and on and on and on and on (you get the idea), with this voice like cardboard, I'm ready to fall asleep. I can now see why the guy never holds conferences', he would kill one half and put the other into a coma! I smiled briefly at the idea before wincing slightly at the pain in my lip and dropping into a resting bitch face sort of glare. If this guy didn't shut up I would be very tempted to jump over the flippin balcony and be done with all this.
"And how do you feel you are going to cope here ? Are you sure you are going to be adequately intellectually challenged in your current courses? We are able to get you application into something more suited to you if you would like that." He slid a booklet over towards me, I accepted it pretending to look interested in it for a second before reverting back to him. "I feel that the subjects I have picked are quite reasonable, I've never had the challenge of several theory courses before. Three should suffice as a starting point, physics as it turns out is very enjoyable so far." That's it Roxas use all the big words you know!
He smiled almost predatorily as he quickly reached for his notes "Ahhh yes, I would never of took that into consideration. You are after all a classified 'DaVinci child' are you not?" I nodded knowing that it was rhetorical, and that he had most certainly already read my notes 4 + times, "Yes yes here it is," He pulled a booklet out from amongst the other booklets and looked it over, "I see that you are due a re-examination of your IQ again, I shall arrange it for you. Wednesdays are best for you are they not?I am also going to re-submit an order to the Prometheus Society on your behalf, after all you show the necessary talent for such things."
Dear merciful God don't lent his tirade start again! I leant back slightly in my seat to check the clock on the wall behind his head, at this rate I'm going to be late again! I quietly snuck my mobile out under the table and set it on silent before opening up facebook messenger app. I kept half an eye on the Dr. while I used the other to message Sinclair,
Roxas: Hey Axel you in?
I folded one leg over the other and set my phone on the flat of my thigh before setting an elbow on the table and supporting my head. "I am sure you are aware of the colleges strict no bullying policies yes?" I nodded and he flipped over another page on his 'welcome pamphlet', you could kill an elephant with that thing. "Would you like to make use of the personal tutor service held here?" I shook my head and glanced back down to my phone as he checked his notes, ticking and crossing and whatever else he was doing.
Axel: Don't tell me you're going to be late again Blue!
I quickly clicked on the XD face, before typing back to him
Roxas: I'm here, just stuck in a meeting. Save me a seat!
He quickly replied back with the default thumbs up emoji and I set my phone to sleep. The Dr. hadn't realised thankfully. "So what features are you looking to make use of during examinations? I have a list of things that you qualify for here would you like to look over them?" Giving a half smile I took the sheet off of him, "I would appreciate the extra time, coloured overlays and a larger font paper if that is possible Dr." I handed to page back and pointed to what I felt I needed, and he nodded and took more notes, nothing exciting what so ever. "And that is our time up." He smiled happily to himself, ahh yes another case study for me to enjoy. "I am sure that Professor Napier is expecting you now, I shall give you time to make use of a washroom before I phone down to tell him it was I who kept you back." Nice enough of him ain't it? I held my hand out for him to shake, see me and all my manners "Thank you , that is so gracious of you." He took my hand and shook it looking all proud of himself, "Now now , while I may insist of addressing you as formally as I do, Ansem will do just fine. We are after all going to be seeing each other quite regularly now."
We walked side by side to leave the room, but just before I got free he placed a hand on my shoulder and looked at me face full of concern " , you will remember to come to me if you have any trouble or problems at all won't you?" I nodded, briefly wondering if my face didn't look as it did would he still be as worried? "Of course Ansem. You shall be the first I ask if I need help." I felt the hand on my shoulder tighten before he curtly nodded and released me. And then I was gone, class had started around 5 minutes ago, so run to the toilets and check my face before I go.
I jumped into the nearest male bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I look like shit. I feel like shit, but that's besides the point. I turned the cold water tap on and let it run for a bit before running a hand through the water and patting to cooling liquid onto my skin. I had a busted up lip and a sort of greenish yellow cheek, I looked a lot better probably than the other guy but that's what you say ain't it? I knew there was no point in trying to hide the bruise that would just cause me more trouble after I stopped with the makeup, the split lip on the other hand was somewhat fine with me, I'm always tearing bits of skin off of them anyway and making them bleed. I grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser and started pat drying my skin. Hopefully the colour in my cheek would go down I a few days, it shouldn't take that long seeing as its already started healing.
I checked myself out once more in the mirror, giving my hair one last fluff before leaving and moving the 10 doors down to the classroom. From the way that I was positioned as I walked down the corridor I could see where Sinclair was seated, it appeared to be the back left of the room closest to the window, and he had an empty seat right beside him, praise the lords on high! Taking a last breath to steady myself I reached for the handle and pushed forward to enter. Entering at the exact moment my name was called for morning register, you can't get more perfect than that, the teacher who looked somewhat familiar eyed me for a minute before " , has informed me of your reason for being late, I am Dr. Napier head of mathematics here at Twilight Town College. You may now be seated." He loosely gestured to the class as he placed a tick beside my name and carried on as if it had never happened.
I could see Sinclair's eyes nearly fall out of his head as I approached him and dropped into the chair beside him. "The fuck happened to you Blue?" There was a sense of urgency in his voice as he took my chin and turned my head so he could see the cheek, I gave him a loose half smile as I pulled out the notebook designated for maths and a pen out, feeling about for the stupid calculator. "A client at work took a swing at me because I asked him to leave." The redhead looked at me dumbstruck then let go of my chin letting me search for my missing calculator "Did they need to hit ya or what happened?" Bloody stupid thing was between pages of ICT notes I'd made. "The number one rule in customer service, the client is always right. If they want to punch you in full view of a security camera then they must want to go to jail for assault." I watched, grinning myself, as a wolfish smile spread across Sinclairs face "What did the idiot do then?" "He ran before the police came, but we got his face. Or at least what his face looked like before he hit me." I could see the hidden laughter in his eyes but he kept quiet, just as well he did too.
"Right then class, attention up here." I watched the man as he got up and moved to the other side of the room dispersing pages. Why do I know this man? Have I seen him before somewhere, the dude is buff like look at him! 7 foot of deadlock haired buffness, if that's a thing. Axel must of noticed my staring as he elbowed me and wiggled his eyebrows hinting to the teacher, I shook my head at him in response and leaned in slightly closer I debated saying 'I prefer redheads' but settled for "Too much hair", he laughed in response before sitting upright again. He was coming up the aisle we were sitting at now, "This is a general practice test, feel free to ask me or anyone else for help. This grade can only be improved upon, you are free to converse with others. You may begin." As he said that he placed the last paper on my desk in front of me.
He bent down beside me at ear height and whispered into my ear "Roxas your work and my work stay separate. Tell no one of my part at Nobody." Ahhh, it was work then. I nodded with a brief 'yes Sir'. He must be something of a regular then if he knows me by name, or maybe he checked the register always an option. And with that he walked away, leaving a very confused Sinclair beside me "He's a regular at work." And that settled his thoughts allowing him to now focus on the page in front of him, I looked down at his and then at mine, checking that both were the same which they were. I opened my book to the first page and set about completing the page, if I take it slow I can't confuse myself. Basic volume, height by length by depth. Cylinder, πr^2h. Simple stuff. Question 2, simultaneous equations, right that's done. And I went through them like that, 7 multiple part questions done in an hour.
I dropped my pen and stretched my fingers out arching my back over the chair, God that felt great. 30 minutes and Sinclair can have his smoke break; wonder if there is a vending machine on this floor? Do I even have any change to get a coke? Ehh worry about that when I come to it. I crossed my arms and set my head on them positioning myself so as not to annoy my cheek. I watched as Sinclair argued with maths, writing things down before scribbling them out again, I tried to focus my eyes on his page to see where he was, not too bad last part of question 6, Poisson distribution I'm not all that good at statistics like but it is one of the easier equations. e minus lambda to the factor of lambda power x over x radical. It's one of them ones that I can remember for some reason. I watched as he took his pen and actually stabbed the page moving it slightly in a circular motion.
"Need help?" I stared at him from my side ways position, watching as his glare softened and he turned to look at me. "I hate math. I haven't done any of this shit since may. Are you done?" I just looked up at him bored "Why else would I be down here." He pulled my book out from underneath my arms and flicked the pages looking over my work, I slowly sat up and took my book back from him "Ah ah ah no cheating. You can have a hint if you like." He let go of my book and dropped his head to the table, "How do I do this?"
So from there I spent 20 minutes finishing Sinclairs questions with him. Explaining about how the Poisson equation was bonded and that you had to work down from the number that you needed and then remove it from 1. And then he had carried on only asking at the end if we should tell the teacher we were done, we sat there for 5 minutes debating this I tilted to the side moving closer to him "He looks busy." "But what can he be busy with? School has just started." I moved back and glared at him, "You ask then." That sort of settled it, he paused before he said in a not quite indoor voice "Dr. Napier?" he sort of half raised a hand calling for his attention.
As it turned out, only me and Sinclair had finished the test paper so he took our note books and was currently marking them. He let us leave the 10 minutes earlier for break than everyone else just as long as we would be back in time for the class to resume. Which takes us to now, we had found a vending machine, it was actually in the stairwell that we had gone up yesterday which is handy because it means I can get my fix while Sinclair is getting his. So we were sitting on the roof again he was smoking I was relaxing, that whole thing again, when I figured we don't talk enough. That game yesterday was great up until it ended.
"Can we play the question game again? I won't ask about your piercings again." I sat up in a half crunch my arms wrapped around my knees. He didn't reply, he continued on with his cigarette until it was done and tossed it over the ledge before lying back and staring up at the sky. "They're on my dick." He said it so off note! I could feel myself going red with embarrassment; I cannot start to think about his dick! No bad Roxas! I still imagined it though, he has 7 piercings and only one in his ear so 6 on his dick! I must of froze up of something because he turned to look at me, raising an eyebrow at me questioningly. "Thats nice." I squeaked out, my face is on fire, holy hell. He gave me a lopsided smile as he went back to cloud watching, "A girl I was crushin on liked them, I got them, hooked up with her and as soon as she saw them she was gone. Vrooom." He swiped right with his hand and the smile fell off his face.
"You could just remove them couldn't you? Let them heal up?" I cautiously lay back down watching his expressions, "Nahh I'm pretty fond of them now, plus I think their long past being able to heal themselves." I nodded along with him before a thought crossed my mind "Riku didn't make you get them did he?" That sounded to better his mood, he choked on air for a second before laughing some more "Fuck no. Luxord was the one that did them, Unchained is the only place in the whole of Traverse that will do any sort of genital piercings." He looked me over before resting his hands on the top of his jeans "Wanna see them Blue." He said it in such a tone too! God I could swear he's toying with me. I shook my head "Nah I'm good thanks." He laughed again lifting his hands away from the jeans "Your loss Blue. Your loss. You thinking of gettin more? In the future like?"
"A few more I guess. I really want one of them double tongue piercings, they look so awesome." I heard him click his own tongue beside mine, "I can imagine you with that, yeah you'd suit it." I felt my face heat up yet again, God don't let him be watching me. "Thanks." I watched as he sat up again and pulled out his cigarettes again, "Any more or you just gonna stop there?" He tapped my knee with the packet. "Well nipple piercings would be a must. Besides them the only other one I've thought maybe would be a Prince Albert." He turned to me jaw lose and eyes wide, his own cheeks going pink, "Holy shit Blue! You getting kinky with someone or something." He slapped his hand against my leg "That fuckin hurts to think about. No wonder you and Riku got along, sadistic tendencies Blue."
I pushed myself up to sit with him, dragging my feet up through the stones and hugging them tight, we can see the parlour from here I noticed. "You ever think of getting anymore?" He took a drag of his cigarette and tilted his head back letting out a cloud of smoke "Maybe. Defiantly no more metal near my junk. I'm thinking some more ear ones, really like the bars you can get for industrials." I nodded along with his answers. "Your turn then Blue, ask away." I pondered for a question to ask, my eyes glancing up again to look at the parlour, wonder if Riku is there now? "Do you have any other tats?" He tapped the ash off of the end of his cigarette before looking to my bag
"Have any tissues in that magic bag of yours?" I pulled my bag forward and took out the sleeve of tissues tossing them to him. He tore it open and grabbed one wrapping it round his fingers and rubbing harshly at his cheekbones. He did one solid rub against the cheek sliding it over his skin, and then I could see it under a thick layer of makeup. I moved leaning forward watching intently as more layers got removed. At first it looked like a bruise, this sort of blue tinged purple, but it soon got defined edges, several more rubs later and he moved onto the other cheek. They were like small triangles pointed top down, but they weren't a solid block colour, there were like little patterns or something, I must have gave him a confused look because next thing he was explaining them. "Facial tattoos are well 'frowned upon'. My parents know about them, they paid for me to get them." He rubbed a bit more before dropping the used tissue.
"I had retinoblastoma when I was little. They say I'm lucky I didn't go blind, like I do have a little short vision nothing serious I just wear contacts to help with that." I tilted my head encouraging him to go on, his eyes were sad close to tears. I tried to quickly remember what I could about retinoblastoma, type of cancer commonly found in young children located in the retina of the eye. Causes the common 'red eye' in photos to appear yellow or dull I think? Can't remember. "I had it in both eyes, this one" he tapped one of his long fingers under his left eye right on top of the tattoo "first and then 2 years later this." He tapped the other tattoo. "The tattoos are sort of a funny symbol of remembrance. The doctors mark under your eye with a triangle which one they are operating on, you know so they don't do the wrong one."
He rubbed at the skin a bit more clearing away the makeup on the right tattoo. "The pattern thing is sort of like a nonsense thing, just sort of stylised watercolour thing. You know how tattoo artists are all the artistic flair you can pack into every square inch." I moved a little shifting to move beside him, letting him lean against me. I shifted putting pressure on his side, attempting to be reassuring. I lifted my left hand, the one closest to him and took my glove off pulling my hoodies sleeve up too "I only have the one tattoo" I turned my wrist up to face him showing him the thick line that was on it. A curved line with thick black edging and a cyan blue centre. He lifted my hand into his and traced the image. "What is it?" His fingers continued to trace the image. "It's half of a heart. I was, am a twin. It's my permanent memory of him." His hand slid into mine, holding it tightly. "How did he die?" I dropped my head, it's not really all that upsetting for me, just the thought.
"The hospital killed him. We were born premature, emergency C-section. I was on top of him holding him, protecting him, being his big brother. They were rushing the operation and split open my back, I have a scar running from my shoulder to my ass, but when they pulled him out, they crushed his skull. He was brain dead, my parents opted to give him a mercy killing, didn't want him in anymore pain." I took a deep breath, and felt him clench my hand tight. "What was his name?" "Sora."
His hand tightened and he moved his thumb across the skin on the top of my hand. "Roxas and Sora. You would have been an awesome big brother Roxas." He tilted his head setting his head against mine. "And I'm pretty sure Sora wouldn't want his big brother being late to maths." He moved to stand and still clenching my hand he pulled me up and lent down to get my bag from the ground slinging it over his shoulder. "Right then Blue. I am getting you a coke." We walked hand and hand down the stairs and headed to the vending machine. He let go of my hand and put a credit card into the card slot before entering the code to get me my coke. He handed it to me before directing us back down the hall.
We passed a set of toilets and I dragged him into them, shoving the bottle of coke into my bag. "We need to clean you up Sinclair, show off your tats." I pushed him over to the sinks and grabbed some toilet roll from a nearby stall; I turned the tap on and held the paper under the running stream. "Be proud is what I say. Show off your ink." I smiled and reached up rubbing the thick layers of makeup off. He smiled in return "Same goes for you Blue, what's with the gloves just as bad as me." I took a large strip of the dry paper and rubbed it in his face annoying him. "Reynolds phenomenon, the gloves keep my hands warm you muppet." The door to the toilets suddenly opened and someone walked in. I felt the anger in me boil up as soon as I saw his face, as soon as I saw the flicker of recognition in his eyes he was back out the out just as fast.
"Know the dude?" I grabbed the used toilet roll and shoved it in the bin before turning to check Sinclair out, ok well maybe I shouldn't actually check him out, check if he has any makeup left. Nodding to myself in satisfaction at a clean face, I bit my lip and drew it into my mouth feeling as I took the scab off the cut, small beads of blood pooled onto my tongue, "He's the ass-wipe that gave me my split lip." I pressed the side of my hand to the cut, removing it and rubbing the blood away again.
I watched as Sinclair grinned the same wolfish grin he gave me when I told him about customer service rule one. "Blue we ain't starting a fight in the middle of school. We're being good boys." I washed my hands in the sink drying them on my jeans. "Don't worry Sinclair, karmas bitch. Which is also why we are leaving for class now." I opened the door allowing him to leave and followed behind walking beside him. "So what you doing after maths Blue? You free?" I nodded, "Free for 3 hours then I have ICT. Why?" He reached in front of me and pushed open the door to the classroom, "Wanna hang at Unchained again? See how Rikus hair is holding up." I laughed remembering the look on his face, "Can't wait!".
And that is when things went south soo flippin fast. "There's the fag and his druggie boyfriend." The smile on my face dropped as I recognised the voice. I moved slowly, me and Sinclair both returning to our table at the back. And I instantly reached for my phone, pulling out my calculator and pen too. I opened it, unlocking it and entered one sentence into a text before sending it. 'Found the idiot'. I had a second thought and then opened up my email account, and composed a message to Dr. Xehanort 'Sorry to message you so soon Dr. Xehanort, but I think I need help with the whole no bullying clause. There is a guy harassing me and my friend. We are in math class right now and there is no teacher.' I pressed send, I know that its long shot like, but I'm the guys case study, bullying would have negative impacts on his case study.
My arms and stationary were forcibly moved across the table, and an arse was sitting in front of me on my table. "Hey fag, I was talking to you." I glanced down at my mobile that was still open and saw the reply from Ansem 'coming'. I took my hands off of the table and looked up at him, before faux wincing at his face "Shit dude that looks infected." His mouth opened and he put a hand gently on his nose before opening his mouth again but I beat him to it "Shit you should go get that checked out." I false smiled at him, God I have played this game too many times. "Wasn't you at that fight this morning at the gay bar was it, they have aids you know." I saw him clench his jaw and tighten his right fist; I remembered the guy was right handed from this morning. I readied myself for the punch that was inevitably coming loosening my own jaw in case he dislocated it.
I watched with a stupid smile on my face as he threw his punch right at my jaw line. I took it, throwing my head back but positioning myself to crash into Sinclair rather than the wall behind us. Several things happened Sinclair made a move to stand which I stopped by throwing an arm in front of him, easily passable as a reflex on my behalf. Second thing was the door to the room few open and two people flew in one he first had grey hair and the second had black hair. And coming from the shouting Dr. Xehanort had now arrived "Mr. Strife! Step away from Mr. Strife!" To be perfectly honest I didn't see much after that, Sinclair had moved after I got punched so well I was currently lying back across his seat with the greatest view of his arse possible. From what I could see he was ringing the neck of the dude that had punched me, one knee propped up on the table and the other on the ground beside me tensed up.
Ok first things first. I shouldn't be admitting this really really shouldn't be admitting this, the dude is multiple types of hot and or sexy. I really shouldn't say it, admitting it leads to feelings and such on. There is no need to start falling for him, Sinclair is as straight as straight can be, me on the other hand I'm as straight as a boomerang. Look at his arse though, I mean just look at the denim stretching across him. Ok no let's not look at him, no hard-ons during school. At least not when I can't take care of it. So I eventually came to the silent conclusion that I am just going to lie here and wait this out, this can so pass as stunned shock. I'm just gonna wait for someone to come save me, shouldn't take too long I mean Ansem has just came charging in.
I must of only been lying there for what a minute or 2 before Sinclair grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me up to sit up "Blue!" He shook me hard and I could feel my head going ragdoll and rolling about the place "Roxas speak to me you idiot!" I laughed in reply, "Wanna check for a concussion before giving me shaken baby syndrome?" I blinked at him arching an eyebrow in question, feeling as he tightened his grip on my shoulders pushing me back slightly more before giving a sad sort of smile. "Thought we said no trouble?" I smiled back in return before attempting to stand "Would be no fun without all this trouble sure."
From there on we, me and Sinclair were brought to a 'private' room, there were near 10 people in there so much for privacy. They asked about this morning, and our first 'encounter', I told them that I had been at work and had saw him harassing a client and had approached him asking him to leave. I told them about how he disagreed with me, and how I signalled for security before he decided to punch me and how I reacted in self-defence. Dr. Xehanort only seemed only seemed worried about my head, I had continued to inform him that yes I was fine and that yes my head was not sore and I was not going to faint.
I left the room some time later with Sinclair in tow, the Dr. had informed me that he would tell my ICT teacher that I wasn't going to attend class and all that. He also asked the teacher to please provide me with hard copies of notes for the next class. And he thanked the math teacher too for some reason before letting us go, telling me that they were going to sort out the 'bully' for me and that I would not being seeing him anytime soon, hopefully. They sure do get things done fast here.
We were walking down the stairs towards the guard barriers when a thought struck me there was a movie house just around the corner. "Hey Sinclair?" He grunted in confirmation, just continuing his way down the steps "Know if there's anything good on in the cinema now?" He paused for a second before pulling out his own phone and clicking about on it. I reached in front of him at tapped my own phone on the sensor letting us both out, letting him carry on in his little trance. Pulling and nudging him out of peoples way as we made our way outside "Anything?" He looked up from his screen "Two options, the right one and the wrong one. Which do you pick?" I smiled and we walked on, stopping to wait on a light changing to cross the road, "As tempting as the wrong one sounds, the right one sounds a lot more interesting. When's it start?"
He glanced at his screen again tapping buttons and such "An hour. Would Riku wanna come?" I shook my head, "Riku doesn't believe in paying for something he can get for free." Sinclair made a noise, and I turned around to see him with his hand on his chest he mocked shock. "And he says he's an artist!" he flung his arms into the air "Such sins cannot be forgivin, for an artist to deprive his fellows of a true income." I tried to keep a straight face, really I did but that's the truth Riku is a huge cheap-skate not like them ones in America with the show (Namine is addicted to that show too for some reason). Rikus just let's use the word different, he would pay for things like the art that he would put on people, he just didn't see the point in going to the likes of the cinema if he could just watch it on the computer later.
I broke my face and laughed at him "Oh yes. Some artists just want their dues, others want your eternal soul." He smiled, then slung his backpack around his arm and reached into the front, "Well if he's going to be a spoil sport. Shall we wait at mine?" He pulled out a set of keys and shook them making them jingle together, I gave him a funny look before agreeing I mean what else could we do for the 30 plus minutes that we are waiting? As it turns out Sinclair lives right opposite the school, and I mean opposite, we backtracked up to the crossing and went to the apartment buildings. Or at least I had thought they were apartments, their sort of like these 3 story minimalist condo things.
His front door was bright red but still appeared duller than his hair. And when he opened the door, the smell of cinnamon just hit me. I just blurted it out "It smells like Christmas!" Well I practically shouted it out, he didn't seem to notice though not at first he was toeing off his boots "Well that's probably my shower gel, Old Spice." He stood up pushing his boot in with a foot and started flexing his muscles "Smell like a man!" I pushed a hand to his chest playfully "Yes! Those adds are brilliant." I knelt down on the ground and started untying my laces. I muttered angrily at them before taking my gloves off again and trying again, this time successfully getting them off, I hear Sinclair tutting above me "Can you not just keep them off when you inside?" I gave him a look that said 'do you think?', before setting a hand on his cheek.
"Holy shit Blue!" He pushed my hand away at the same time he backed up, I placed it on my own cheek testing the temperature they were no colder than usual. I tugged my gloves back on watching him "Blue that can't be right, are they always like that?" I straightened out one of the fingers that had become twisted "Well yeah. Hands, feet, lips, ears and nose, always cold." He turned and walked into what must be the kitchenette area. I followed in behind him, being careful to not over step my welcome, if that's would be a possibility even. The area seemed to consist of the one room and at the centre of it was this giant black marble effect table bordered by 4 bar stools, I hopped up onto one of them and just observed as Sinclair made his way about. He opened cupboards and made himself busy preparing something or the other. I took the time to look further about the place as he was doing whatever, as I said before the place is pretty minimalistic black and silver metal being the primary colours.
The only out of it source of colour was sitting right in front of me in the middle of the table. "Sunflowers?" He turned back to me and pushed them to the side, sliding the plate he was holding into their spot, the plate was filed with random pieces of sliced fruit. "Gift from my mom, she says they will lighten up the place, you know women they love their flowers." He lifted a piece of pineapple I think and admired it before eating it whole. I nodded agreeing with him, "My mom and sisters have the same idea. Flowers make everything better." I selected a slice of apple and bit it in half smiling at the crunch. "And now there's the flower crowns. Every girl is suddenly a princess, there are dozens of the things in our house." I ate the rest of the apple piece.
"Urhg I've seen them things, they are everywhere like a disease they are!" he chewed on another slice of something before pointing at me "Not like pineapple?" I shrugged picking a piece up and eating it "It's ok I guess, prefer strawberry or dragon fruit though." He grinned eating another piece of it, "You know what they say about pineapple don't you." He laughed before licking his fingers clean, I raised an eyebrow at him "I in fact do not know what they say about pineapple." I gave him a very pointed glare to finish, then watched as he looked pretty shocked and slack jawed "Gonna tell me?" He licked his finger again, only this time it appeared to be in nervousness, I am doing such a good job at embarrassing him, maybe I should start flirting with him? That could probably end in utter failure.
"Well um. They say. They say that it makes you taste better." He lowered his gaze a bit, his cheeks going pink. Ahh maybe I do stand a chance at him, let's play stupid for a bit play the dumb blond. I frowned a bit crinkling my brows "Makes what taste better?" I watched in silent enjoyment as the colour deepened in his cheeks and he fidgeted with his fingers. "Really Blue." I nodded, creasing my brows again as if in deep thought he sighed "It makes your cum taste sweeter than normal." Ahhh that sounds interesting, I hadn't know that actually. Interesting stuff that I guess. I looked across the table at him in interest. "And can you attest to that Sinclair? Have you noticed that your semen tastes sweeter?" and then the blush across his face just bloomed. I grabbed another piece of the pineapple and sucked the juices from it before eating it, smiling at him.
I really shouldn't be testing the dude like. Though I can tell I am getting something from it, and it seemed to be something positive, usually the haters would be in a tantrum by now or getting physical in a not so nice way. He was acting all embarrassed, which I usually take as a good sign, even though it would be the reaction you get from girls. I know he's not going to answer at this point, too 'personal', one of them things guys are still iffy about tasting your own cum. I've tried mine like. Didn't taste bad, just overly sweet. Riku use to tell me that was because of the amount of sugar I ate daily, only time I've noticed that it was awful was when I had been on antibiotics, that stuff then was rotten. He's embarrassed right now, let's work with that, people tend to either clam up or be very open when embarrassed he tends to open up.
"So yesterday Axel, you asked me how I knew I was gay." I used his first name to enforce positive reactions (I read far too many phycology books, need to get a life), and to show that I was interested in multiple ways "So I pose to you the same question. When did you know you were straight?" I lifted another fruit slice and ate it watching as his face contorted, confusion and other mixed feelings sprinting through his eyes, I looked on silently waiting for my answer. I had been expecting this to be hard for him, most people never had that moment where they go oh yeah I'm straight, its drilled into your head from the moment you realise anything. It's the 'done' thing to be. He opened his mouth once closing it and then opening it again "I've. I've never thought about it." His brows creased as if he was confused, "I've never assumed I would be anything else but straight." He looked at me, right at me, through my eyes. "I'm not sure?" He asked me it, as if I could answer it for him.
I shrugged I reply before standing "A question or later then. Where the loo?" I turned around and looked back through the doorway, knowing the question would stay with him. He gestured off and muttered next floor. Nodding to myself I went off up the stairs, leaving him to ponder his reason for life. I slowly made my way up the stairs to the next floor, this one appeared to be a sort of lounge area, large L-suite couch glass coffee table, ridiculously large flat screen and 2 entire walls of DVDs. I was very impressed but I really need to pee
There was only one door so that must be it I walked on in and shut the door. Ohh yes this smelt awesome! I lofted one of the bottles of shower gel from the bottom of the shower basin and opened it breathing deep, I need some of this stuff! This was Christmas in a bottle here. I set it back in the basin where I had found it and went about my 'business'. It must be pretty sweet living on your own and everything, having your own shower stuff (Naimine and Kairi keep stealing/using all of mine), being able to leave things about the place without pesky sisters coming to steal things. Then again it must get pretty lonely here, no one to talk to no one to harass, and no one to make you dinner for when you come home. I wonder if he has many friends come round? Wouldn't be as lonely then, but no parents around means all sorts of shit can happen, like that time everyone went to that wedding and left me on my own oh God me and Riku had great crack! The idiot couldn't even beat me in a round of Mario cart, and that was before the drinks! God I miss those times, wonder if Riku would be up for drinks on Friday ( note to self- remember to ask Riku.)?
I finished up, flushed to loo and quietly closed the lid (Namine would be so proud), before turning and washing my hands in the skin and drying them on a nearby towel. Wonder if he's going to have any more of an answer when I come back?I opened the door and swung it shut behind me before deciding to browse his huge collection of DVDs. They didn't seem to be in any real order here that I could see, other than they were grouped by series. I mean Harry Potter was right beside Saw, what even is that? I continued down the line as this seemed to work on and entire left to far right process than left to right to next shelve thing, is this organised or is it a controlled mayhem? Though I was pleased to see three entire shelves dedicated to Disney, such a refined taste in film. He did have some others that were bizarre (wonder if I should show him my collection?) like 'a trip to the moon' on DVD, an awful lot of David Attenborough documentaries and well let's put it in layman's terms 'pornography'(surely a porn hub subscription would have you covered Sincliar!).
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs to my side and quickly scooted sidewise to a less embarrassing section of DVDs, only most of these seemed to be horror 'cannibal mansion', 'cannibal dinner' ect, Americans are very straight forward with their naming aren't they can't leave anything out oh no this is what the movies about and this here is where it takes place. I tried to look casual, as I was sitting arse planted on the ground cross-legged "Favourite movie?" I shouted across the room to the stairs, watching as the red hair entered my view first, he walked towards me before leaning an arm on the couch and plopping down into its comforts "That is a very difficult question Blue, are we talking favourite all time or favourite genre specific?" "All time." I pushed his foot out of my way as I went to stand and view more of his collection "The Matrix. It's the perfect mix of sci-fi and science, one of the more intellectual friendly movies I like. Yours?" I sat on the back to the couch tipping myself backwards over it my knees still locked on the back preventing me from slipping off "Pans Labyrinth. Gothic horror and mythology, I would suck soo many dicks to meet Guillermo del Toro! He's a hero!" I felt him thump me in the stomach and give me a look (you know the look the not now/too much information).
"Blue." It was said with such an underlying glare, before turning to briefly stare at his walls "Never seen it, is it any good?" I gawked at him, sprawling about the place to sit up and stare at him better "Never watched it! Do you even have it?" I followed him, staring quite pointlessly at DVD cases that I can't even see. "Ok no, you don't have it. Right then we are not going to the cinema, we are staying right here and watching it!" I got off of the couch and stumbled over to the TV, turning it on and pressing buttons, before jumping back to the couch pressing buttons. Taking out my mobile and connecting to the TV live screen option. Then cast the movie to the screen, having this as a saved website is brilliant. "You are going to love this Sinclair! Look I even have sub-titles on for you, wait you don't speak Spanish do you?" He rolled his eyes in my direction before grinning (I could get use to this grin) "Hablo un poco, no como mi madre es de Madrid." Ohhh this is turning into a proper crush. "Mierda."
We watched the movie in silence, though I did occasionally mouth some of the words especially the story, and we only paused once for a marathon toilet and popcorn and coke run, me of course being me forgot my mobile downstairs so we had to find the remote we had lost to the couch 'Praise be all might Harvy Norman and his leather suites – they make floors Sinclair – you get the point Blue. I enjoyed it I always do! Love the art style, and the characters are just amazing. Anyway he loved it too, even if he did say the English subtitles annoyed him. I could tell he enjoyed it; he was already on amazon by the credits buying the DVD to add it to his collection as well as a few more films by Guillermo. I had successfully converted him! "We need to do this sometime soon again." He said, standing up and taking the popcorn with him as he moved to turn the TV off, I agreed with him. Lifting the used drink cups and following behind him. "Hey Blue, your phones giving off in here!"
I rounded the corner and tossed the cups into the bin beside the door before lying myself across the kitchen island and looking at my phone, "Boyfriend?" He lent in beside me knocking or heads together "Worse. Mother. I'm going to have to go, she's om town and wants to pick me up." He slid off of me and crossed his arms placing his head in them and stared at my phone "Sure, talk later, message me when your home?" I nodded giving an exasperated sigh for show, before leaning down and grabbing my gab that had been discarded hours ago. "Give her love, and tell her I'm sorry for keeping you!" Was shouted at my back as I left the building "You're her favourite son, no need to apologize!" Is what I shouted back hearing his laughter I shut the door and started my journey back into city centre yet again.
Today was good. Slightly IMS (irritable male syndrome – were just as emotionally stable as a 15 year old one direction fan) but good. Only complaint would be I got punched far too many times today. Wonder if Sinclair would want to come drinking with me and Riku sometime?
