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~ D E F E A T ~
Yuzuki was scribbling down notes in her French book. Her teacher was speaking at an incredible rate, and Yuzuki's hand couldn't keep up. Everybody else seemed to completely understand the Subjunctive Tense, and was even bored by it. Yuzuki however had never studied French before.
The Language Courses were stranger in Ouran than her last school, where the learning a foreign language was optional. Yuzuki had learnt English for two years, but then stopped when she realised she was terrible at it. At Ouran, each student was required to take at least 2 foreign language subjects, which were English and French, and there was also a choice to learn various different languages, such as German, Spanish and Mandarin. On her application form, Yuzuki tried to be clear that she did not want to study any additional foreign languages, the compulsory two were bad enough.
"All right then..."
Yuzuki thankfully dropped her pen as her teacher had finished his lecture.
"I'd now like you to complete the exercises on page 47. If you don't finish, please complete them for homework."
Yuzuki stuck her head into her book, trying to make sense of the jumble of letters on the page in front of her, but was interrupted by her teacher speaking once again.
"Yuzuki." The interruption in her concentration startled her and she sat up suddenly.
"Yes, sensei?"
"Please could you go and get the set of dictionaries from Room L7?
Yuzuki stood, groaning inside. Her seat was in the front corner, next to the door, and she was always chosen to get things. Usually, Yuzuki would like running errands for the teachers, and taking a break from lessons. But French was difficult. She couldn't get her head round it. Also, missing lesson time meant she had to finish it at home.
Even though she was now in a bad temper, Yuzuki couldn't help her mood be lifted by the wide, open spaces of the corridors. The corridors at her last school were too cramped. Lockers on each side and low ceilings created a feeling of claustrophobia, but here, Yuzuki could have all the space she could ever want. The bright winter sun created beams of light through the long window panes, causing everything in its path to sparkle. Yuzuki looked out onto the open grounds below her. The morning frost had not yet melted completely and was like a dusting of icing all over the ground.
Snapping out of her reverie, she noticed she had reached room L7. She knocked on the door, and once permitted to enter, she politely asked the teacher in that room for the dictionaries. The box was pretty heavy, and the teacher considerately asked if Yuzuki would like some help to carry them back, but Yuzuki kindly declined. She could manage. The thanked the teacher, and turned back onto the corridor.
She heard the talking straight away.
It was hushed, and intense. Yuuzki couldn't see who was talking though as the voices were emanating from around the corner.
"You can't do this. It's not fair on the others!" One male voice spoke.
"I don't care. How do you think we feel?"
She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to interrupt the pretty serious conversation by walking past, but if she waited for them to finish they would think she was eavesdropping.
"Listen to me! We all feel like this, so stop being so damn selfish!" The first guy spoke louder this time.
Wait.
Did Yuzuki know that voice?
"We're not doing this anymore! We're fed up of pretending! You can go around acting like everything okay, but not us!" Two more voices spoke alternately.
"We're out!" They said in unison.
Before Yuzuki could decide what to do, two boys charged round the corner
Yuzuki had been so silent that they had no idea she was there, and ran straight into her. In shock she dropped the box of dictionaries, which spilled out onto the floor. The boys didn't stop though. They continued to thunder down the corridor.
Still in shock, Yuzuki bent down to pick up the dictionaries, until a familiar face turned round the corner. Tamaki.
Once again, Yuzuki didn't know what to do. Should she speak to him? Was he too busy? She didn't want to pry.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Let me help you". His intentions were kind, but his voice was flat.
He knelt down and helped her collect the dictionaries back into the box. When they were done, he lent back against the wall, and sighed.
Yuzuki looked at him. His expression was dejected, and his eyes seemed preoccupied as he thought about something else. His arms rested on his knees, as he seemed tired and defeated.
Throughout knowing him, Yuzuki had witnessed Tamaki when he was indifferent, angry, and vivacious, but not this disheartened. It was as if all the life had been dragged out of him, and Yuzuki didn't like it. Tamaki might not have always been happy when she was around, but he had always felt something. His emotions were always in overdrive. But now, he seemed apathetic, depressed, he just didn't care anymore.
"Erm... are you okay?"
Yuzuki kicked herself mentally and not having something better to say. She wished she could say something wise, and inspiring.
"Yes, I'm fine thank you, don't worry about me" He faked an unconvincing smile. He just didn't have the heart to try harder.
He stood up, and held out his hand to Yuzuki, who took it, and stood up.
"Would you like a hand with those?" He gestured to the box of dictionaries.
"Oh, no thanks, I'll manage."
Tamaki paused for a while, looking at the dictionaries.
"Okay then" His voice was barely a whisper.
With those parting words, he turned and walked away through the vast, empty corridor, his hands in his pockets.
And like that, he looked like the loneliest boy in the world
Writing this chapter was so sad! :'(
But it was interesting to write about the deeper side to Tamaki.
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