Xenosaga: Episode -5
By LEONheart Kennedy
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Chapter Two: Fei
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Please refrain from giving me shit about how Ryo acts. I'm doing my best and I know some things may be out of place or improper. I'm trying and I have a shitty Japanese-English/English-Japanese dictonary.
"Sorry about that. "The boy behind him snickered, as he begain to walk away. Ryo knew he was tripped, but he didn't have the time to fight. He needed to get to Art Class. So far his first day was hell. His meager english didn't help him any and gave away the fact that he didn't belong here. After many snickers, insults, and injurys, he decided to keep his mouth shut. As of this moment, he would like nothing better than to cry. He missed home, he missed his friends, he missed his mom. Why did father make us move to America? I hate it here! He felt tears in his eyes, but he emediately wiped them away, brushed his long, dark brown bangs behind his ear, and continued to gather his supplies. All of a sudden, a flash of pain then hit him as he fell to the floor with a huge weight on top of him.
"Oh, shit! Sorry about that!" He heard and the urge to cry was even greater. 'When was this going to stop?' He wondered as the weight lifted from him. He opened his eyes to see a blond teen with bronze skin lift himself from Ryo. "Are you okay?" The teen asked his this hand extended to help him up. Ryo looked at the offering, puzzled. His apology sounded genuine, but so did the boy who tried it two hours before. Ryo shut his eyes and stood himself up, ignoring the teen. With a sigh, he looked at the ground, some of his pencils in shambles. With a small wimper, he began to pick them up, stuffing them in his bag.
"Hey!" Ryo heard above him, but still continued to go about his buisness. "HEY!" All of a sudden, he found himself lifted up by the collar of his shirt to be face to face with the blond. "Why didn't you answer me?" Ryo just stared into the teens deep blue eyes, which showed worry and anger. Ryo shrinked back and looked to the ground.
"I......I..Gommen Nasai....." The teen looked even more puzzled.
"Gommen nas.........oh, shit! You're japanese!" The blond exclaimed and smiled brightly. "So that's it." The blond let go of Ryo's shirt and begain to brush the dirt off Ryo's shirt. "Sorry about hassling you, I didn't know. Here....." The teen then bent down and begain to pick up the pencils that were spilt all over the floor. "Listen, I don't know if you can understand me, but I'm seriously sorry." Ryo nodded in understanding as he watched, puzzled that someone in this school would help him, or accually feel sorry for him. "I slept late, as usual, and I was late for school." Tears bagain to form in Ryo's eyes. It was all too much. "So I hauled ass on my bike and I didn't see you..." Grabbing Ryo's book bag, the teen began to stand "..and well, you know, I bum........huh?" The blond stopped talking as soon as he saw the hot tears run down him face. Quickly grabbing Ryo, the blond rushed him into the man's bathroom. "Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"I...I..." Ryo gasped, "I....can't.......I......" He couldn't remember the english words, and just ended up crying. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it.
"What.....is some kids giving you trouble?" Ryo just nodded numbly and continued to weep. The blond just placed an arm over Ryo's shoulders, but unexpectingly, Ryo clutched the torso of the blond and wept into his chest. Not knowing what to do, the blond just patted him back, conforting the brunette. "You've really had a shit of a day, haven't you?" He murmered.
"R.Ryo... Ryo Brea..." He murmered.
"My names Christian Alexander. You can call me Chris or Alex, doesn't matter to me."
"Wakarimashita...Christian..." Christian frowned at Ryo.
"First things first, we're going to Barnes and Noble." He announced and strattled the bike, holding his helmet to the bruinette. Ryo looked in shock. "Common, put it on!"
"..no......." Ryo shook his head, which made Christain frown more and get off the bike. Taking the helmet, Christian fastened it to Ryo's head, who was still gripping his supplies. Taking Ryo's book bag, Christian opened the compartment on the side of the bike and placed the bag in it. After securing the compartment, Christian grabbed Ryo and nudged him to get on the bike. Shaking, Ryo strattled the machine, scared out of his wits. He never rode a motorcycle before, what if they crashed, or if they were hit. They'd die! Only a stupid helmet only an inch and a half this would protect his brains from spilling out. And what about Christian? He doesn't haVE A HELMET! Ryo begain to panic as the thoughts ran through his head. Christian slipped on his gloves and strattled the bike. Taking Ryo's hands, he fastened them over his stomach.
"Hang on tight Ryo!" The blond exclaimed as he kicked the kick-stand and started up the bike. The vibrations from the powerful machine made Ryo panic all the more and clutched Christian's stomach for all it's worth, pressing his face agaist the cold leather of Christian's back. The only thing that mattered at that moment was Christian and the conforting warmth as the drove down the highway, Ryo's long hair whipping in the wind as they did so.
