Differnt Forms- pt. 2
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Author's note: To satisfy boys and girls alike... two boys reborn as girls... and their destined love for one another.
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"But sometimes, fate can be so cruel, that they could miss each other by the slightest instant... the smallest moment."
~*~
Kenshou gluped again and reached for the console with her foot, turning it off. "Uhm... aren't ya a bit young ta be a tutor?"
"No, not really. I'm 24." Chishiki smiled and pointed to the cluttered desk. "When I bumped into you, I thought you were a boy. I'm sorry I was flustered."
"What are you pointing at?"
"Your desk! Could you clear it please?"
Suddenly she felt her rebellious attitude take over. Sure she was cute, but she was still her tutor. Kenshou grunted, "Why should I?"
Chishiki looked around slowly and surveyed the room. From the posters, to the electronic systems to the fans, she looked at every detail slowly. "Well, we could always work on the floor. Where ever's comfortable with you. So long as it's not on the bed."
"B-bed?"
The blue haired girl blinked a bit. "I don't really think it's a good place to study. It's not a flat surface, and beds usually mean comfort, not studing."
Kenshou waited a beat and then sat down on the ground. She bared her fangs, a sign that she wasn't giving into her. Chishiki smiled and settled to the floor, taking a few notebooks from her bag. "Your father told me that you're constantly failing your classes, and that you've managed to fail at least one time in each subject this year," she began, making notes in a palm, "He's hired me to help. He gave me copies of all your report cards. It's quite a pattern... you seem to excel some terms and bomb in others... and art seems to come easily to you."
"..."
"Speechless? Alright, let's continue. I suppose today we can work on your English skills," she pulled out a notebook, "then our next meeting we can cover History... and then perhaps Mathematics, what do you say?"
"Why the hell do ya do this?"
Chishiki was taken aback slightly. She turned away her one visible eye closed gently. "I like to help," she answered slowly.
"That dumb. I'm a lost case. What's the point? I don't give a shit about school. It ain't gonna help me."
"Well, what do you want to be?"
"A Grand Prix race car driver," Kenshou grunted.
"Well," she said with a smile, "that's mostly physics, which is technically a science that heavily depends on mathematics. Velocity, is key."
"I've been driving in races since I was 14, don't give me that kinda shit."
Chishiki blinked and bowed her head slightly. "Well, I had no idea..."
Kenshou smirked. "Don't go places you don't want to."
She started to put her notebooks away, packing up her things into the messenger bag. "Well, if that's how you feel," she began, and stood up.
"Uh...? Hey!?"
"I guess I can leave."
Kenshou jumped to her feet and ran to the stairs crying, "No way! Ya can't leave! I ain't gonna stand gettin' a new tutor-person! Yer the best one I'd seen yet! All the rest of 'em are old fags."
"So?" Chishiki pursued, "do you want me to be your tutor or not?"
The firey haired girl sighed half heartedly. She grunted something under her breath. "Excuse me?" Chishiki asked, moving closer.
"FINE!" Kenshou growled.
The blue haired girl smiled, and gestured to the room. "So," she said happily, "shall we be seated?"
"How long are these sessions anyway?" Kenshou asked, sitting down on the floor.
"Your father is paying for 90 minute sessions every day, and seeing as we've already wasted 45, lets get down to buisness, alright?"
Chishiki offered Kenshou a notebook stuffed filled with English vocabulary, each word written out in Kanji, Hiragana and the English alphabet. Pages of stories followed by questions were filtered throughout the binder, some handwritten, others standard type. The firey haired girl gaped at the sight of all the work. "I gotta do all this tonight?" she cried, dropping the notebook.
"Actually, we'll be working through this slowly and carefully, a page of vocabulary, a story. Very simply. You seemed to have a difficult time with this class, so I intend to help you improve," Chishiki said and pointed out the first page.
"Vocabulary related to mythology," Kenshou read slowly, "Myths?"
"See? G-O-D, or god--"
"I can read that... but why is this first?"
Chishiki shrugged and turned the page, revealing a handwritten story. "I don't quite know, but I think it's rather easy... and enjoyable. My story is also something quite special," she said slowly and noticed her pupil's eyes widened as she read the first few words.
"The Universe of the Four Gods!?" Kenshou cried and jumped to her feet.
"Yes, I read about them... the gods of the N-"
Suddenly she reached for one of the fans on the wall, the one that showed all four gods nestled amoung each other, the wings of the red pheonix embracing the white tiger, who was clawing the blue dragon, who was curling around the green turtle. Gently carring it to Chishiki she spread it out and allowed her new tutor to look at the painting.
"The four gods? Where did you get a fan like this?" the blue haired woman said in awe, her fingers brusing the realistic feathers of the pheonix.
"I... painted this, and all the fans in my room," Kenshou said in her gruff voice.
Chishiki shook her head and pushed the fan away, much to the younger girl's disappointment. "Look," she said, "we need to get to work. I don't want your father to pay for useless lessons, alright?"
Kenshou nodded and folded up the fan, resting it on her bed. She sat back down on the floor and started reading the vocabulary, coached carefully by the elder girl. Each English letter making more sense as it was placed in differnt words.
"The four gods: Seiryuu, Suzaku, Genbu and Byakko, reigned in their own regions: North, South, East and West. The people were dedicated to their own god, but war often brewed between the lands. One of the greatest wars is the one of Seiryuu and Suzaku, gods of water and fire," Kenshou read slowly. Chishiki's short story continued to tell about the battles, the death of the Suzaku emperor, and the search to revive the gods. She was almost as mesmerized as she was with the mysterious book under her bed, but it didn't help that she could barely read and understand what the words were saying.
Chishiki made a few notes in her palm pilot and she stuck it back into her bag, along with the other books and binders. "You're quite good at reading, Kenshou," she noted and closed up the bag. "Keep the binder, look through it. All of these are yours, but I'll introduce you to them gradually."
She closed the notebook and placed it on her computer desk. "Aren't these for your charges?"
"Not anymore... your father is paying well enough, and I don't have the time to take on others right now. Besides, I used to make notebooks for each individual student." Chishiki headed to the stairs and climbed half way up, before looking over her shoulder gently and saying, "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then. I hope you don't skip, it would be a pity to not learn more about the war, huh?"
"Whadya mean?" Kenshou asked in confusion.
"There are other chapters floating around in that notebook," the elder girl said with a smile and waved goodbye before disappearing upstairs.
As if on cue, Kenshou's cellphone rang, and she dove for it, crying, "KOJI!!"
"Ooi! Not so loud Ken! Not so loud!"
"Sorry, but I had the most amazin' time! She's SO cute!"
"Who? That girl you met in the street?"
"YES! Whoda guessed she'd turn out ta be my tutor, huh?"
"WHAT?" Koji sounded more angery that happy.
Kenshou pulled the phone away and stared at it. "Hey, what's yer problem?"
"Nothin'..."
"Hey now... ya aren't jealous or nuthin' are ya?"
"No way!"
~*~
Chishiki closed her eyes as the train rumbled onwards. Her bag jostled against her thieghs painfully. She couldn't help but think about her new charge, never had she seen a girl quite like Kenshou. A tomboy, brilliant, but afraid to show it, who was an artist and didn't even think twice about her future. "A Grand Prix race car driver," she said slowly, replaying the scene in her mind.
The train screeched to a stop, at the last station, passengers few. "Last stop, everyone off," the P*A system said.
The blue haired girl gathered her things and climbed out of the train, with the others. Fumbling through her pockets for change, she managed to wave down a taxi at the same time. "Hi Gyosha, I see you're on the night shift today," she said and settled into the back.
"Aren't I always Miss Teijina?" the driver asked, looking at her using the rear-view mirror.
"I knew I could count on you. Same as usual!"
"Alright!"
The car started and rumbled onwards towards Chishiki's apartment building. "Heard you got another job tutoring a student," Gyosha said, striking up conversation.
She blinked and looked down. "Yeah," she said quietly, "she's pretty nice. A bit disappointing... but what can you expect from a student that is failing most of her classes?"
"It's a pity," he said and slid into a parking space infront of the building. "That'll be 1100 yen, Miss Teijina."
Chishiki slid 2000 into his tray with a smile and chirped, "Keep the change! I'll be seeing you tommorrow?"
"Yes ma'am!" he said with a salute and drove off.
She laughed and started up to her room on the 18th floor, of a twenty story building. It wasn't small, in fact it would be considered rather large, with two bedrooms, a kitchen, bathroom, living area and a balcony overlooking the city. She turned the smaller bedroom into a study, her books piled against the walls, and along the desk. She sat her bag down in the room and walked to the kitchen to start boiling hot water. Already spread out on the kitchen table were a few textbooks for her classes in grad school. She chewed on the end of a pen in thought, reading about Freud.
"He never embraced the concept of homosexuality, and I'm supposed to be writing a thesis on his heterosexual theories placed in the ideas of single sex relationships," she said slowly and pushed away from the table.
She pulled a pin from her pocket and pinned aside her bangs. She stared at her reflection in the window for a moment. Her face looked back at her, one red eye, the other sealed shut with a hideous scar. Chishiki looked away and pulled the pin from her hair. "Why'd you guys have to go and do that to me," she murmured and she sank to the floor with a sob.
~*~
Author's notes: Whatdya think? I'm mean right? To think I'd torture Chichiri in this life just like the last... *sobs* Sorry sorry sorry Houjun-sama! *blinks* Hey... wait a minute here... almost everyone does that! Gee... heck to originality, huh?
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Author's note: To satisfy boys and girls alike... two boys reborn as girls... and their destined love for one another.
****
"But sometimes, fate can be so cruel, that they could miss each other by the slightest instant... the smallest moment."
~*~
Kenshou gluped again and reached for the console with her foot, turning it off. "Uhm... aren't ya a bit young ta be a tutor?"
"No, not really. I'm 24." Chishiki smiled and pointed to the cluttered desk. "When I bumped into you, I thought you were a boy. I'm sorry I was flustered."
"What are you pointing at?"
"Your desk! Could you clear it please?"
Suddenly she felt her rebellious attitude take over. Sure she was cute, but she was still her tutor. Kenshou grunted, "Why should I?"
Chishiki looked around slowly and surveyed the room. From the posters, to the electronic systems to the fans, she looked at every detail slowly. "Well, we could always work on the floor. Where ever's comfortable with you. So long as it's not on the bed."
"B-bed?"
The blue haired girl blinked a bit. "I don't really think it's a good place to study. It's not a flat surface, and beds usually mean comfort, not studing."
Kenshou waited a beat and then sat down on the ground. She bared her fangs, a sign that she wasn't giving into her. Chishiki smiled and settled to the floor, taking a few notebooks from her bag. "Your father told me that you're constantly failing your classes, and that you've managed to fail at least one time in each subject this year," she began, making notes in a palm, "He's hired me to help. He gave me copies of all your report cards. It's quite a pattern... you seem to excel some terms and bomb in others... and art seems to come easily to you."
"..."
"Speechless? Alright, let's continue. I suppose today we can work on your English skills," she pulled out a notebook, "then our next meeting we can cover History... and then perhaps Mathematics, what do you say?"
"Why the hell do ya do this?"
Chishiki was taken aback slightly. She turned away her one visible eye closed gently. "I like to help," she answered slowly.
"That dumb. I'm a lost case. What's the point? I don't give a shit about school. It ain't gonna help me."
"Well, what do you want to be?"
"A Grand Prix race car driver," Kenshou grunted.
"Well," she said with a smile, "that's mostly physics, which is technically a science that heavily depends on mathematics. Velocity, is key."
"I've been driving in races since I was 14, don't give me that kinda shit."
Chishiki blinked and bowed her head slightly. "Well, I had no idea..."
Kenshou smirked. "Don't go places you don't want to."
She started to put her notebooks away, packing up her things into the messenger bag. "Well, if that's how you feel," she began, and stood up.
"Uh...? Hey!?"
"I guess I can leave."
Kenshou jumped to her feet and ran to the stairs crying, "No way! Ya can't leave! I ain't gonna stand gettin' a new tutor-person! Yer the best one I'd seen yet! All the rest of 'em are old fags."
"So?" Chishiki pursued, "do you want me to be your tutor or not?"
The firey haired girl sighed half heartedly. She grunted something under her breath. "Excuse me?" Chishiki asked, moving closer.
"FINE!" Kenshou growled.
The blue haired girl smiled, and gestured to the room. "So," she said happily, "shall we be seated?"
"How long are these sessions anyway?" Kenshou asked, sitting down on the floor.
"Your father is paying for 90 minute sessions every day, and seeing as we've already wasted 45, lets get down to buisness, alright?"
Chishiki offered Kenshou a notebook stuffed filled with English vocabulary, each word written out in Kanji, Hiragana and the English alphabet. Pages of stories followed by questions were filtered throughout the binder, some handwritten, others standard type. The firey haired girl gaped at the sight of all the work. "I gotta do all this tonight?" she cried, dropping the notebook.
"Actually, we'll be working through this slowly and carefully, a page of vocabulary, a story. Very simply. You seemed to have a difficult time with this class, so I intend to help you improve," Chishiki said and pointed out the first page.
"Vocabulary related to mythology," Kenshou read slowly, "Myths?"
"See? G-O-D, or god--"
"I can read that... but why is this first?"
Chishiki shrugged and turned the page, revealing a handwritten story. "I don't quite know, but I think it's rather easy... and enjoyable. My story is also something quite special," she said slowly and noticed her pupil's eyes widened as she read the first few words.
"The Universe of the Four Gods!?" Kenshou cried and jumped to her feet.
"Yes, I read about them... the gods of the N-"
Suddenly she reached for one of the fans on the wall, the one that showed all four gods nestled amoung each other, the wings of the red pheonix embracing the white tiger, who was clawing the blue dragon, who was curling around the green turtle. Gently carring it to Chishiki she spread it out and allowed her new tutor to look at the painting.
"The four gods? Where did you get a fan like this?" the blue haired woman said in awe, her fingers brusing the realistic feathers of the pheonix.
"I... painted this, and all the fans in my room," Kenshou said in her gruff voice.
Chishiki shook her head and pushed the fan away, much to the younger girl's disappointment. "Look," she said, "we need to get to work. I don't want your father to pay for useless lessons, alright?"
Kenshou nodded and folded up the fan, resting it on her bed. She sat back down on the floor and started reading the vocabulary, coached carefully by the elder girl. Each English letter making more sense as it was placed in differnt words.
"The four gods: Seiryuu, Suzaku, Genbu and Byakko, reigned in their own regions: North, South, East and West. The people were dedicated to their own god, but war often brewed between the lands. One of the greatest wars is the one of Seiryuu and Suzaku, gods of water and fire," Kenshou read slowly. Chishiki's short story continued to tell about the battles, the death of the Suzaku emperor, and the search to revive the gods. She was almost as mesmerized as she was with the mysterious book under her bed, but it didn't help that she could barely read and understand what the words were saying.
Chishiki made a few notes in her palm pilot and she stuck it back into her bag, along with the other books and binders. "You're quite good at reading, Kenshou," she noted and closed up the bag. "Keep the binder, look through it. All of these are yours, but I'll introduce you to them gradually."
She closed the notebook and placed it on her computer desk. "Aren't these for your charges?"
"Not anymore... your father is paying well enough, and I don't have the time to take on others right now. Besides, I used to make notebooks for each individual student." Chishiki headed to the stairs and climbed half way up, before looking over her shoulder gently and saying, "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then. I hope you don't skip, it would be a pity to not learn more about the war, huh?"
"Whadya mean?" Kenshou asked in confusion.
"There are other chapters floating around in that notebook," the elder girl said with a smile and waved goodbye before disappearing upstairs.
As if on cue, Kenshou's cellphone rang, and she dove for it, crying, "KOJI!!"
"Ooi! Not so loud Ken! Not so loud!"
"Sorry, but I had the most amazin' time! She's SO cute!"
"Who? That girl you met in the street?"
"YES! Whoda guessed she'd turn out ta be my tutor, huh?"
"WHAT?" Koji sounded more angery that happy.
Kenshou pulled the phone away and stared at it. "Hey, what's yer problem?"
"Nothin'..."
"Hey now... ya aren't jealous or nuthin' are ya?"
"No way!"
~*~
Chishiki closed her eyes as the train rumbled onwards. Her bag jostled against her thieghs painfully. She couldn't help but think about her new charge, never had she seen a girl quite like Kenshou. A tomboy, brilliant, but afraid to show it, who was an artist and didn't even think twice about her future. "A Grand Prix race car driver," she said slowly, replaying the scene in her mind.
The train screeched to a stop, at the last station, passengers few. "Last stop, everyone off," the P*A system said.
The blue haired girl gathered her things and climbed out of the train, with the others. Fumbling through her pockets for change, she managed to wave down a taxi at the same time. "Hi Gyosha, I see you're on the night shift today," she said and settled into the back.
"Aren't I always Miss Teijina?" the driver asked, looking at her using the rear-view mirror.
"I knew I could count on you. Same as usual!"
"Alright!"
The car started and rumbled onwards towards Chishiki's apartment building. "Heard you got another job tutoring a student," Gyosha said, striking up conversation.
She blinked and looked down. "Yeah," she said quietly, "she's pretty nice. A bit disappointing... but what can you expect from a student that is failing most of her classes?"
"It's a pity," he said and slid into a parking space infront of the building. "That'll be 1100 yen, Miss Teijina."
Chishiki slid 2000 into his tray with a smile and chirped, "Keep the change! I'll be seeing you tommorrow?"
"Yes ma'am!" he said with a salute and drove off.
She laughed and started up to her room on the 18th floor, of a twenty story building. It wasn't small, in fact it would be considered rather large, with two bedrooms, a kitchen, bathroom, living area and a balcony overlooking the city. She turned the smaller bedroom into a study, her books piled against the walls, and along the desk. She sat her bag down in the room and walked to the kitchen to start boiling hot water. Already spread out on the kitchen table were a few textbooks for her classes in grad school. She chewed on the end of a pen in thought, reading about Freud.
"He never embraced the concept of homosexuality, and I'm supposed to be writing a thesis on his heterosexual theories placed in the ideas of single sex relationships," she said slowly and pushed away from the table.
She pulled a pin from her pocket and pinned aside her bangs. She stared at her reflection in the window for a moment. Her face looked back at her, one red eye, the other sealed shut with a hideous scar. Chishiki looked away and pulled the pin from her hair. "Why'd you guys have to go and do that to me," she murmured and she sank to the floor with a sob.
~*~
Author's notes: Whatdya think? I'm mean right? To think I'd torture Chichiri in this life just like the last... *sobs* Sorry sorry sorry Houjun-sama! *blinks* Hey... wait a minute here... almost everyone does that! Gee... heck to originality, huh?