Chapter 12~ Learning With the Shadow King
Kyoya ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, "You're doing this on purpose aren't you?" he asked in a tone that sounded like he was ready to rip that hair out. I looked up from the problem he had written out for me. I honestly wanted to say yes that I was really doing this on purpose, but no. I'm just really bad at math.
I shook my head, "They told you I was in Algebra II before, right?" He leaned over the table so he could point to the problem and explain it step by step. I still didn't get it. "How do you know when you're supposed to add the number or subtract it?"
He looked at me like I was crazy, or stupid. Or both. "Oh my God, you're serious," he muttered. As much as I was enjoying seeing him lose his "cool", I actually felt kind of bad. But not bad enough to act like I was joking, I really wasn't. Tamaki, who was sitting across the table from me, suddenly stood up.
"There is no way that all of the other math classes are full." He rushed out of the room, followed by the twins and Honey and Mori. I blinked in response, then looked at Haruhi. I was kind of surprised that he had stayed.
Haruhi made his way to Tamaki's vacated seat. "At least their intentions are good," he said and looked up at me. I shrugged and looked down at the math in front of me.
"They had better get something changed," I said. I picked up my pencil, wrote a "2", and then my head collided with the paper. "My brain can't take much more of this."
"It's only been one day," Kyoya said. I kicked his leg from under the table. He let out a small cry of pain. I felt satisfied with myself.
"I am not in the mood for you right now. My brain is broke." I drew random lines on the edge of the paper. That's how almost all of my homework assignments get turned it, half covered in little doodles. "Why are you even "helping" me anyway? Why do you care?"
I didn't look at him, I was busy watching a man and a lady stick figure appear on the paper. "Mr. Kakinomoto asked me if I would do it."
"But you didn't have to say yes." I did look at him then, I glanced over towards Haruhi too, but he wasn't at the table anymore. I picked my head up, he wasn't in the room at all anymore. Weird, I didn't even hear him get up. I looked back at Kyoya. He was looking at me strangely. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine," he said, his smirk returning. I rolled my eyes at him. "I agreed to tutor you because-"
"You thought it would be funny to see my brain implode?" I interrupted. He didn't think that comment was nearly as funny as I had. He actually just kind of glared. I don't know why, but I find his glares funny. What does he have to glare about anyway? It was a harmless joke. No one got hurt. He never decided to finish his sentence. I have to say, I'm curious as to what he was going to tell me. I looked back at the stick people on my paper, "What's your problem with me?" I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to be taken back by my question. I have to admit, it surprised me too. Mostly because I didn't know when I decided to care.
He seemed to think his answer through thoroughly before he said anything. "You're pushy, conniving…"
I laughed, "How am I conniving? Pushy I understand, but conniving? I don't know about that." He smiled, it wasn't a smirk. That scared me, who knew I would be scared of a smiling Kyoya, but not an angry one?
"I know everything about you Emiku."
I was about to say something, that wasn't all to nice but then I realized something, "What did you call me?"
The smirk reappeared, I knew it couldn't stay repressed for very long. "Emiku is your name, is it not?"
I nodded, of course it was my name, but it was the first time he actually acknowledged I had a name. Well except when he told me bits and pieces of my life story. "I wasn't sure you actually knew it and I highly doubt you know everything about me. I barely know everything about me."
He leaned back against his chair. "Do you really want to know everything I know about you?"
Did I? Sort of. "When's my birthday?"
"February 7, born at two fifty three in the morning."
Right. "That was easy though, how did I start playing soccer?"
He crossed his arms, "At the field in the park, a coach for the city soccer team saw you and recruited you for the team."
Right again. I knew one that he would never know. "What's my sister's favorite color?"
He smirked his know-it-all smirk, "You don't have a sister, only one half brother named Tamaki."
I shook my head, "Wrong, it's purple. I happen to have three sisters, two brothers, and a Tamaki." Kyoya uncrossed his arms and his smirk fell to a frown. There was something he didn't know. "Natsumi, Kiyo, Aika, Kou, and Toshiaki Ishida."
"That doesn't count," he stated stubbornly. "They aren't really you're siblings."
"Says you. They've always been there for me. They are my family and my friends. I would do anything for them and they'd do anything for me. Sounds like family to me."
I had a two hour delay from school today thanks to the snow, so I decided to write a quick chapter. Now I have to get ready to walk in that foot of snow to spend a few wonderful hours in prison.
Emiku: Have fun!
Megan: Oh, I won't. Like my history teach said, "The only thing to do in prison is smoke and lift weights."
Emiku: But you don't do either of those things...
Megan: Yeah, I know.
Please review! Now for real there won't be an update until next weekend... Unless I get another delay and get up at 5:30 in the morning (first time in my life I have ever gotten up that early!) Okay, I gotta go to school now!
