Chapter 3: coffee shops & All nighters/ Osoro Shidesu 1

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Well my lovelies,

Shame about my not getting my navy placement and on top of that I'm sick and run down, but here's a new chapter and I hope you enjoy it, read, review, suggest and vote on the poll.

Love Snow

No one's POV:

It had been three weeks since Wisteria had started her new life, and while it was tiring with both school and evening classes every day (barring Sunday), she would tumble through her front door every evening, her bones cracking like aged timber, her muscles feeling like perished rubber and eye's heavy and gritty from lack of sleep and hours of study, and unfortunately it was starting to show, she had dark rings around her eyes, like a child had attacked her with a stick of charcoal, her irritability reminded her classmates of a bear with a sore head that had also sat on a wasp, and she was drinking coffee like it was water, it was starting to worry people.

However she had managed to make a few friends, Osano who would meet her and force her to have lunch with him ( he told his mother about Wisteria's lack of eating, so she made an extra bento for her), if only to make sure she was eating, it was nothing short of a battle at first, but after a while she would comply and eat without complaint. Wisteria had also made friends with a girl named Sakura, a rather stern girl who had high expectations of her, but once her internal walls came down she was a warm loving girl who was exceptionally protective of her friends.

Also Wisteria had made friends with the class rep Ritsuka but she had found the girl rather like another version of Hermione, but with a better sense of morality. Over the course of her time at her new school, Wisteria kept correspondence with professor McGonagall, apparently the Weasley's have lost the Burrow because of the actions of Molly, Ron and Ginny. Ron and Ginny were publicly disowned for being thieves and frauds, them along with Hermione where much hated outcasts in the school, not even the first years would go near them with a ten foot barge pole.

Wisteria's Day went as normal, her lessons consisted of Art and design, Maths, Science, phys ed, French and a free afternoon/clubs, today Wisteria was asked by one of the teachers to tutor one of the failing students in her class, whom she learned was called Osoro Shidesu, and much to her horror she found out that he was the most feared person in the school, even the teachers feared him! How was she supposed to get him caught up with his work let alone get him started on it!

Wisteria's POV:

Okay I can do this, it's one o'clock so I should find him in the library like I asked, I thought to myself as I walked down the tower block stairs towards the library, once through the door I look around for a boy of Osoro's description, I knew he was tall, with long sandy blonde hair, a black coat draped across his shoulders along with bandaged up arms and torso. After a few minutes of searching through the labyrinth of books I found him sitting at one of the desks at the back of the room. I quietly approached the young man and placed my books on the table directly opposite him and sat in the chair. He looked up from his book and glared at me morosely.

"you're the tutor they saddled me with?" He said in a rather irritable way, his deep slightly gravelly voice sending shivers up my spine.

"I kinda think it's the other way round Shidesu" I replied saying his last name rather callously, causing his honey hued eyes to narrow, yet he said nothing.

"well let's see what you've got to catch up on" I say, trying to sound cheery as I rifle through the paperwork the teachers gave me, looking for the subject list they had given me. Once I found it, my eyes bugged out, outside of art, Phys ed and botany for some reason he was failing everything, this meant I had a lot of work to do, as if I wasn't already bogged down with work.

"okay, let's start off with maths and where you're going wrong with that, it seems that you've got the theory and the method but it's the adding it up where you're making mistakes" I began as I pulled out one of my many notebooks and went to sit with him and show him some methods that would help. Osoro dug his heels in and resisted for the first half an hour but after that he seemed to realize that he couldn't scare me or do anything to dissuade me from doing my job as his tutor, he finally calmed down and began to work with me, much to my surprise, over the course of the afternoon we went through, Pythagoras, long division and BIDMAS (brackets, indices, division, multiplication, addition, subtraction) along with geometry and formulae.

By the time we had finished the final bell had rung signaling the end of the day, we went our separate ways with the agreement that they would meet every week, I just hoped that he won't be so difficult about it, I know it's embarrassing at first but what has to be done will be done. My evening classes where slightly different than the last time, seeing as it was review and test period, so most of my fellow young witches and wizards sat revision, taking notes or pestering the others for notes.

After a few hours I found myself sitting in a 24 hour student coffee shop called the Bean Scene, doing my homework and revising for the tests that were going to happen tomorrow, sadly I had a lot of work and very little time to complete it, it was quiet and mellow like a retro poetry den you would find on an American college campus, there where actually a few poets out either sitting at the surrounding tables or on stage reciting their latest compositions, some of which where good however others where rather cringe worthy.

I mutter angrily as I clutch my pen finishing an essay on the Meiji period it was difficult seeing as I wasn't from japan but after traversing the school, public and my personal libraries but I believe that I have enough. It was about twenty minutes later when I felt a soft tapping on my back, causing me to look up and prepared to yell at whoever distracted me from my work, when I saw that it was Osoro, much to my surprise.

"need help?" He asked softly, as he eyed my mountain of books and papers.

"I've got it covered, unless you know about life in the Meiji period" I reply as I turn back to my books and essay. I heard the chair opposite me shift and heard the rustling of papers as the my tutee sat opposite me, and moved my books to one side so he could see me.

"so what do you need to know?" He asked softly as he sifted through the pages of one of my book, I don't know how it happened but I foolishly ended up telling him what I needed to know, which was many the structure of society at the time as well as the concepts of family life during that period, leading him to explain the Meiji restoration and the changes to society and the reforms that were undertaken, I was amazed at how he could explain this to me, yet still have bad grades, it was odd in my mind but for all I know he may just have problems putting things down on paper, as he talked I furiously scribbled notes and added to my now increasingly growing essay.

By the time he had finished talking my essay looked more like a dissertation and it looked like an easy A as well. But still I was curious as to why he chose to help me. Was it because he felt obligated? Or did he want something else? Or did he simply want to repay me for the tutoring? It was something I wanted to know, but I had the feeling that getting the information was not going to be easy, so I'll just have to wait and see how things pan out.

Osoro's POV:

I can't believe they saddled me with a tutor, and the new girl at that, I mean she looked like an airheaded model for god sake, she's probably like everyone else in this dammed school nosey but a coward, I thought to myself as I once again sequestered myself to a dark corner of the library, I sat there for some time until I heard soft footsteps approach only to see the new girl, stood in front of me, I tried to scare her off with a glare but to no avail she set her books down on the table and sat down opposite me.

"so you're the tutor they've saddled me with?" I ask allowing my irritability show.

"I kinda think it's the other way round Shidesu" was her rather callus reply, showing that she didn't want to be here either. I narrowed my eyes trying to figure her out, however there was nothing, there was no fear of me at least, while I enjoyed the challenge of breaking someone they way my father taught me, but I didn't know what to do, this was the first time I was in this situation.

" well let's see what you've got to catch up on" she said in a rather nauseatingly perky voice, as she pulled out the list of the subjects I'm failing. I wanted to burst out laughing at her reaction at the fact that I'm failing practically everything.

"okay, let's start off with maths and where you're going wrong with that, it seems that you've got the theory and the method but it's the adding it up where you're making mistakes" she said as she pulled out a notebook and proceeded to go over my maths work. I didn't want to work and made it very well known, but she wasn't having it at all, and so I eventually relented knowing that she wouldn't back down regardless of weather she was afraid or not. After half an hour I found myself not only coming around and doing the work she showed me, I also found myself enjoying her company with it.

We spent the afternoon working on what I needed to catch up on during maths, right on up till the final bell tolled, leading my tutor to pack up her things and leave the library, I stood and walked to the window and watched her leave, she walked with another boy in class, they were talking and laughing like the kids they were supposed to be, I wish that I was like them, just to be able to make friends, go out have fun and be a stupid teenager, but with my family and the Shidesu syndicate, I was raised to be feared and hated, my dad raised me to be a gangster, surrounded by murderers, heavies and just plain nasty men.

I never told the old man of my failures, knowing him he'll make a big deal of it, I shuddered at the memories of the last time he "corrected" me, I subconsciously rub my bandages at the phantom pain that lingered, I hated him more than anything, he drove my mother away with his anger and abuse and as soon as she left, he started at me, he was demanding, perfect grades, being in by curfew, following his orders, I despised every minute under his roof, the sooner I'm out the better.

I stood at the window and watched her and her friend as they got on their bus and went home, I stood there for a few minutes before I turned to leave, I chose to walk home, a rare thing for me to do but seeing as the weather was good, it was a good idea, it gave me a chance to think about what happened today, as I walked through the park I decided to walk by the pond, it was like a large mirror framed by cherry and wisteria trees.

Wisteria, that was my tutors name, I stopped at the railings that surrounded the pond and closed my eye's I know it was stupid for me to take botany but it brought me closer to my mother, I focused on the wisteria blooms and what they meant, love, memory, patience and longevity along with welcoming a new person in to my life, I inhale the sweet smell of the perfumed evening, perhaps this year won't be so bad after all.

As I got home I was greeted by my only friend Michi, I know he was basically a manservant but he was a great source of comfort and wisdom when I needed it, he was a friend and confidant, he was always there when I needed him weather it was to patch me up after my father had cut me or beat me, or just a kind ear to listen to my problems. I was glad to have him in all honesty. Once I got home I trudged quietly to my room and got changed, ignoring the old man's pounding fist at the door, after a while I decided to go out, where I didn't know where, any where was better than hear.

I spent most of the evening traversing the café's, arcades and coffee shops of downtown Kyoto when I came across Wisteria in the Bean Scene sitting behind a stack of books and papers doing her homework assignments, as I got closer I could hear her agitated grumbling, once I managed to get close enough I gently tapped her on the shoulder causing her head to snap up and for her to turn and look at me.

"need help?" I asked noticing all of the work she had to do, to be honest I felt I had to repay her for her help earlier today.

"I've got it covered, unless you know about life in the Meiji period" she replied, I sat down moving some papers and books so I could assist her, and I started to help her with her history essay, by the time we finished it was late and a bit dangerous for Wisteria to walk home alone, so I decided to walk with her, back to her place.

"so why did you come to Japan on your own?" I asked, showing genuine curiosity about what brought her to my neck of the woods.

"things in Britain weren't good for me at the time, I was stuck in a violent home, my ex-friends and ex-family had just abandoned me and everything was just too much to cope with" she replied softly,"I wanted to be somewhere where it was more orderly, I just wanted to be free of the violence and uncertainty of the people I used to know and who had betrayed me"

I looked at Wisteria, seeing her in a whole new light, at first I had seen her as a ditsy white haired bimbo, but now I see a beautiful young woman who had survived hell on earth, she survived domestic abuse, betrayal, and whole heap of hate that went to the wrong door step, yet still had a good kind heart, full of love and warmth. We continued to talk and learn about each other until we got to her front gate.

As I turned to leave knowing that my father will flip his lid once I get in, I prepare myself for the worst of it, only for a tiny warm hand to take mine and pull me back towards the house, I looked up to see that it was Wisteria that had taken my hand, she opened the door and pulled my coat of my shoulders hanging it up.

"I can't in my good conscious let you leave at this hour, it's nearly midnight, sit down I'll put the kettle on" she said leading me to her living room.

It cozy and felt like a real home, with shelves filled to bursting with books, big plush chairs with patchwork quilts draped over them, a huge squishy couch with miss matched cushions, a large television concealed within an ornate cabinet, a giant fireplace with a crackling glowing fire emitting a welcoming warmth from behind an art nouveau fire guard, ornaments and photographs where scattered around on various surfaces in the room, in one corner was a rather decrepit old rocking chair with a quilted cushion on it's rickety seat and behind it was a big wicker work basket filled to the brim with brightly colored fabric, wool and thread along with several needlework tools.

Yes this was a home, and I didn't want to leave, for the first time I felt safe, knowing that my father couldn't get me here. I looked around the room after a few minutes I sunk down into one of the chairs, one of the ones closest to the fire, I had just sat down when Wisteria came in with a tray, carrying a pair of large mugs and a big cornishware teapot and milk pitcher along with a plate stacked with fresh bread and a dish with butter, Wisteria quickly shut the door and set the tray on the coffee table, then went and shifted the fire guard. I was curious as to why she brought the bread and butter until I saw her pick up a cast iron object, it looked a lot like a branding iron.

"it's a toaster, designed for the open fire" she explained as she proceeded place a slice of bread in it and held it over the fire, once one side had browned she pulled the toaster away from the fire and after slightly burning her fingers slightly she turned the slice around and continued the process until the opposite side of the piece of bread was cooked, she placed the toast on a plate with a butter knife and placed it in front of me, then proceeded to do her own slice, as I watched her it looked as if time had reversed to a simpler, more gentle time.

We sat together eating our toast and drinking our tea in silence, however it wasn't a bad silence, it was a companionable silence, a solace that was rare for me, it was as if I was in a warm, peaceful bubble that I never wanted to burst. Suddenly I felt my eyelids grow increasingly heavy, that was when I realized that I was exhausted, content that I was safe, I succumbed to sleep.

Hey lovelies

Well that's the new chapter, please review and enjoy, I'm a bit tired, and I was writing this while I have a cold and really late at night.

Anyway time for work, have a nice day

Love Snow