Disclaimers: I own nothing apart from my spelling mistakes. If you really feel like suing me, all you'll get out of it is a fat cat and a five-year-old brother who's been singing 'Who Let the Dogs Out' –which I do not own either- for the last half hour. You still interested in suing? Please do... ;
Title: St-Matthews High
Author: Black Mirror
Date: 31st of October 2004
Pairings: Taito! This means there will be shounen ai... maybe even YAOI! Be afraid... be very afraid.
Summary: Yamato's POV; after living through the harsh break up of his parents, Yamato finds himself enlisted in a new school in the very middle of school year. There, he meets Tai, a jolly, happy-going, bushy-haired boy of his year and slowly gets to now him. But is there really more to it? More than meets the eye?
Type: Drama and Romance, a little angst too.
Rating: PG-13 (for language use)
Status: Work in progress
Warnings: Mentions of Rape, Taito/Yamachi, AU (2nde season doesn't exist neither does the digital world), mention of suicide attempt(s), dark, black, angst, violence (you'll see, it'll come at one given point), Shounen ai perhaps even Yaoi.
St-Matthews High
Chapter IV
As the loud beeping tone woke me up with a start at seven AM the next morning, I rapidly shot one arm out of the warm covers and threw it against my alarm clock, trying to hit the snooze button but knowing that I would probably fail miserably and have to actually open my eyes to be able to see where it was located. That's what usually happens when you get a new alarm clock. You have to get use to it. My old one broke when we moved and my dad had it replaced with this one. The snooze button is but a tiny dot amongst all others; radio, alarm, time, tuning, CD player, am/fm mode, play, pause, next, stop... you get the picture, right? It is red, but what good does that do when you're in the dark and everything just seems pitch-black? I swear, the people who built this thing did it on purpose and my dad bought it also on purpose. They should have written 'I wake you up completely since you have to open your eyes to be able to stop my annoying tone in the morning' on the box. I would have never had opened it and would have had it exchanged for another on the spot.
Well, now that that's off my chest, maybe we can get down to me getting out of bed –after shutting the stupid alarm might I add.
Slightly shaken, I massage my eyes with the palm of my hands, trying to rub out the sleepiness that seems to have made its nest there. A rough thing scrapes my left hip, right where my boxers end; a sandpaper-like texture. Surprised, I bounced out of bed and landed hard on my bottom on the carpeted floor below.
A soft 'pur-meow' alerts me and I look up to see two blue orbs staring down at me questioningly. Last night's events rush back to me in a blur of emotions and happenings.
The soft ball of fur lands on my lap and curls into a little ball. His tail lightly touches my skin as it rows back and forth and small shivers run down my spine. I can't help it; it tickles.
Tentatively touching the pink nose with my index, the big blue eyes open anew and stare at me intently, waiting for me to do something and I'm not exactly sure what that is. Courageously, he jumps off of me and starts sniffing around my room. From one corner to the other and passing through, under or over every discarded objects. He halts by a pile dirty clothing and suddenly jumps back, as if the smell had repelled him.
"Why don't you just tell me face to face that I stink!" I laugh a little. He curls up his nose and grimaces yet again.
I know I have to get up and ready for school, but I sincerely don't feel like it. I could pass my entire day watching this little guy go around and make faces at everything he finds unusual but I gotta get my load of education for the day.
I open a drawer and pull on a sleeveless shirt and than pick up a pair of jeans from a neatly folded pile and put them on also. Scooping up the tiny orange kitten, I gather him in my arms and rub my thumb against his head. Delighted, he purrs and licks my arm with his raspy tongue.
Walking towards the kitchen, I grab some milk from the fridge and pour a little in a bowl. I guess my dad must have thought of feeding him because right beside the stove was another bowl but this one was filled with small brown beads. They don't look too appetizing but who am I to judge. I've never been a cat... or so I think. Yet, I have heard that cats are fond of milk and fish and though I don't have any fish, I do have milk.
While the kitten laps greedily at his milk, I pour myself a bowl of cereal and slowly start eating. For a moment, everything felt kind of weird. It just seemed like this cat had been here forever, as if I'd never been alone. Everything just seemed normal, though nothing was. Ever since I'd had my little –oh! Alright, kind of big- anorexic period, I'd never gotten my full appetite back. I would sometimes skip lunch and I'd never eat breakfast. After being use to not eating, you just can't get your old habits back in a day. I'd never been one to eat a lot anyway. Yet here I was, going to a normal school, having a pet and eating breakfast for the first time in I don't know how many years; and everything felt perfectly normal. Does that sound weird to anyone apart from myself?
I finished up, rinsed my bowl and dropped it into the sink. Noticing the time, I rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my hair.
I was just about done when a soft meow alerted me that I was no longer alone in the bathroom. With a soft thud, the small kitten jumps onto the counter and rushes toward me, almost slipping off a couple of times. He sniffes at my hands, still covered with gel.
"Oh! You want some too, huh?" I inquire.
As I left home that day, I left behind my a very cute kitten with an outstanding mohawk.
As usual, class was boring. I kept thinking about a certain little fur-ball waiting for me at home. I suddenly realized that I hadn't even named him yet. Better yet, I didn't even know if 'he' was a male or a female.
For the next half-hour, I just kept thinking about names. Weird ones, cute ones... but nothing that really stuck, nothing seemed to match.
I look out through the window. Pollen seemed to be flowing everywhere. That's one thing you just have to hate about spring: the allergies! Just as those thoughts enter my mind, a sneezing fit hits me. I guess its normal to sneeze once or twice but when you start doing it five times in a row –and still counting- you might start thinking about becoming slightly irritated.
I raise my hand up, awaiting another sneeze, hoping the teacher will let me go to the bathroom. This is nothing a little Kleenex won't handle, I hope.
Before I say anything, she nods towards and says:
"Yes, mister Ishida, you may go to the washroom." How did she guess? Oh well, psychic teachers can't freak me out anymore. Try having not only psychic but also strict and absolutely not viable teachers all at once. Now that's something to be scared of!
I run to the bathroom to blow my nose. The harsh toilet paper irritates my skin –doesn't it always? I then wash my hands, trying to waste as much time as I can and look at myself in the mirror. When I see my hair, I can't help but think about the little kitten waiting for me at home. You're probably tired of hiring about it, but I just can't help it. The knights who say nee would probably hate me by now... get it? Oh! Never mind. (1) That's alright, you're just not as cultured as I am. Hey, it's not my fault you don't get it.
Alright, I'll stop being a jerk and just get back to the point –if I ever had any. Why are you reading this?
Anyhow, just as I was walking back towards the classroom, the bell rang and the same hoard that had attacked me yesterday as I unsympathetically tried to reach my locker assaulted me yet again. They just can't get enough of me, can they?
Stuck between schoolbags and hungry students –yes, it's lunch time finally- I try to edge my way through the crowd, hoping to reach the classroom to be able to gather my stuff.
In the end, I decided against trying to reach my personal possessions and instead place my attention solely on trying to dodge every unconscious blow that was being sent my way. I just don't get how so many students can get in one place in such a short amount of time and all be there at the same time. From my immediate point of view, they seemed to be thousands and they were all just waiting to march over me for a first-class place in the cafeteria line. Thank god I'd thought of packing myself a lunch and something good this time: cold macaroni. Don't make any faces: I made it and it's delicious.
I head for my locker instead, thinking of getting my stuff after the hoard of students would have slimmed down.
Reaching it only a few moments later, I see somebody waiting for me there. Or at least I believe he is waiting for me since he's leaning against my locker door, though that may be a pure coincidence.
As I approach a little further, I recognize him. I guess you recognized him too, huh? Yup, none other than the Queen of Motown; miss Ross in.person
"Hey, Yamato!" he exclaims without much enthusiasm. Poor little guy had a rough night?
I don't reply.
"You think I could talk to you for a minute?"
Great, as if I hadn't heard enough out of him. And that's not the worst part: standing there, leaning against the lockers with his arms hugging his chest, he actually looked goddamn cute. Even with the hairdo! Shit! Naughty, naughty thoughts... Now remember, that guy is an idiot who runs after a ball like a little doggy and brings it back with his tail flapping from left to right. No! not that tail!
"Listen," I finally answer "I'm not a very good listener and I don't really have ti-"
"It'll only take a minute or two" he rudely cuts me off. I don't talk that often, but when I do I appreciate not being completely cut off and ignored. Please take note.
I thought up an excuse. I just don't feel like talking and, truthfully, I don't trust my hormones right now. Alright, I might be physically attracted to the guy, but his mental is way behind mine and I'm not saying that I am mentally perfect.
"Look, I've got homework and I really got to get to the cafeteria" big lies "before the lines gets too long and I have to wait an eternity and half to be able to get myself a sandwich."
He looks up at me with understanding, though I can't help but flinch a little. Maybe I am a bit rough on him. He's just trying to get to know me a little better after all, though it doesn't please me too much.
"You're right. Well, I'm sorry to have taken your time."
I was going to add something nice, or at least try but he spoke up again and then walked away.
"You'd better run. That line's not going to be waiting for you make your grand entry. I've got soccer practice anyway!"
And there he goes. Gone with the wind –wait, where have I heard that before?
Fifteen minutes later, I'm under the same tree as yesterday, eating my cold macaroni and waiting for the lunch hour to pass and this day to end. Alone again... but I guess I deserve it this time.
At last, this was my final class of the day. I was tired and sick of sitting on my ass. At this rate, I'd grow fat in a week or two. Eat and listen to teacher and than eat and sleep and eat and listen to teacher and eat and sleep. It's a vicious cycle that just can't be stopped.
Oh no! My nose is itchy again. Stupid pollen! I sneeze loudly, awaking a few sleepy students who glare at me with angry eyes. If their aggravated stares could kill, I'd almost surely be dead and buried. I felt like yelling 'Hey! It's hard to be subtle when you're sneezing' but I restrain myself. Then, another sneeze joins the first and then a third followed by a fourth. Another vicious cycle that one cannot hope to stop.
"Yamato, go to the washroom, please." This time, I didn't even have to ask.
Awkwardly, I try to direct myself to the bathroom, thrown back a few times by my powerful sneezing. This pollen is powerful stuff: even my head is dizzy and my vision, all fuzzy and watery.
I finally manage to get to the bathroom. I grab some toilet paper and briskly whip my nose then blow as hard as I can. I remember that when I was younger my mom would tell me 'blow just like a dinosaur can roar'. I'm not even sure a dinosaur does roar, but if I were that dinosaur, there wouldn't be any trees or fellow dinosaurs left. I'd have blown them away.
Strangely enough, the sneezing fit did diminish, but it never stopped. I heard a little sniveling noises coming from one of the cabinets and, oddly enough, all the cabinet doors were open. I'm not usually curious and I don't know what pushed me into investigating, but I did and what I found sincerely put a halt to my sneezing.
Sitting in a slowly forming puddle of blood, there was a boy with one hand wrapped around his bleeding wrist.
"Shukkestsu desu-" (2)
It was only a whisper, practically inaudible, but I'd heard it an understood. Being Japanese myself, I understood it clearly though it had been clearly visible before he said anything.
I rush out of the bathroom, running for the nearest room. Bursting in, I simply yell for somebody with a cell phone to call an ambulance fast. The teacher looks at me like I was some kind of deranged psychopath, but I quickly explain the situation in five short terms: somebody. Is. Hurt. Bad. Bleeding.
Everything seems to be blurred in my head. I can't seem to think straight and the only thing that keeps me going is the rush of adrenaline that pumps through my veins.
It wasn't long until all the curious students, forced to remain in their rooms, had their noses squashed against the inside windows, and watched avidly as the scene unfolded before them. I was one of those students.
After I'd alerted a few teachers, they'd forced me back into a classroom –that wasn't the one I'd been in previously might I add- and had left me there, wondering.
They strolled the boy out of the bathroom and down the main corridor, in front of all the gawking onlookers. Everyone wanted to know who it was. It would be the biggest event ever to have occurred in such a small high school and the entire student body would most likely be talking about it for days without end.
The paramedics try to hide his face, but they can't seem to do it properly. We can all perfectly see who it is. I recognize him.
Everybody starts yelling.
"Look, look it's him."
"No, it can't be."
"But we're so close to the finale games."
The yelling creates a completely uproar and the students farther in the back of the classes run towards the outside windows to see the paramedics rush out to the ambulance and sprint to the nearest hospital.
A girl behind murmurs:
"Tai-"
And it's probably my fault...
-end of chapter 4
1. You have to have seen the movie The Quest for the Holy Grail by the Monty Python crew to be able to understand this comment. Its simply goes like follows: the Knights who say nee can't stand people saying the word it. Yup, that's all there is to it... hahaha.
2. I am bleeding-
Author's note: Well, there you have it. The angst has begun, but don't pretend to know anything yet, you might be surprised...
Reviewers:
Angel Reid: Well, I am very glad to see that you think everything rocks... cuz if it stoned we'd have problem... don't ask. I'm tired and I want to go to bed and that's what happens when I'm in this situation- Well, thanks for the great reviews and I hope everything still rocks even though Tai gets a little scared in this one...
Prince Izzy1: I'd never seen it either actually, which is kinda weird if I think about it. Giving a kitty I mean. I don't know what got over me. Well, less cuteness more tortured minds for me in this one... Hope you liked.
Blue Tajiri: I don't know the kitten's name yet... I was thinking about some Japanese term and I think I got it... but I'm still not too sure. We'll see. I'm glad you enjoyed. Well, how about this little cliffhanger?
Melissa-T: Yeah! I even got a song! jumps around in circle like a dog chasing its own tail ; I adore your reviews. They're just so motivating. Hope you liked it and you review some more!
Seph Lorraine: Actually I don't know anything about the cat yet. But I do know that its name won't be Pat or anything of the sort. I was thinking more in the lines of a Japanese word and I think I've got just the thing, but this chapter wasn't that kittyish and so I'll wait to announce the gender and name... You'll see. Keep reviewing!
Kero-chan39: Thanks for the great review. I hope you enjoyed!
Dark Willow: Yeah! Getting better and better, huh? Hope you don't mind the angst at the end there. Well, please review!
Me: Weird, feels like I'm talking to myself... anyhow! Yeah! A favorite. Happy :3 Oh! Happy person that I am. Please review again!
DarkAurilain: Yup, a cute little kitten and more sarcastic humor. Hope you still enjoy it as much...
Pinkypig: That's funny. People used to call me Piggy (short for Piggy Tail) because I had long curly blond hair. Your penname (which I find very cute) just reminded me of that. Well, back to the fic, I have to admit that having Tai as a stalker would be one of my life time dreams... so easy to pick out in a crowd! Glad you like it and I hope there's a little more Tai in this one. He's pretty centric at the end there... right?
KazamaFangirl: You have a right to be confused and all I can say is... wait and see! I'm glad you've decided to review. I need reviews to write, or else, I don't... They're my writing energy! Well, please keep reviewing. I hope you liked it!
Towennar: Yeah! You like!!! Please keep reviewing. BM looks around her to make sure nobody's watching her to closely hahaha
Tyson FoxFlame: Hahaha!!! Chocolate! Now I'm hyperactive... jumps around the house, bouncing off both the floor and the ceiling Well, thanks for the great review and I'm very pleased that you liked it. I sincerily hope you like this new turn...
Redvind: Don't worry! I did promise there would be Taito didn't I? Just be alert and watch as it unfolds... Thanks for the review!
Yakari Taito: Yay! you like the kitten idea. I also find that Yamato seems to be a cat person, though I can't really grasp why... Oh well, thanks for the review and don't forget to tell me if you like this chapter... More reviews please! :3
