Differnt Forms - pt.7-Bridge
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Author's note: by bridge, I mean that this is a short chapter, but enough to smooth out the rough edges between chapter 6 and 8... and 8 is an important chapter that MUST be after 6, but as I actually started planning it, I needed to add this small segment first... O.o;
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"I don't know what to do...This is just another crossroad in my life. But, for the first time, I don't know which way to go."
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During the next two weeks, the last two weeks of Kenshou's summer school, she recieved a daily call from her tutor, Chishiki; it was always the same message, "I don't feel so well... I can't come and tutor today. I'm sorry." Each call hurt her inside, but she didn't react the same way that one time. Infact, neither she nor Kouji could explain it. They let the occurance slip past them, allowing it to fade away into the back of their minds.
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Kouji stared at the report card numbly, unable to believe his grades. "No way, I actually passed all the classes," he said slowly. Kenshou clapped him on the back, congratulating him, "Looks like we both did great!"
The two started down the road towards their homes, glad to be out of summer school with a week of freedom left before the classes started. "The way my day's been going," she said happily, "I wouldn't be surprised if I got a letter from Shin today!"
Her best friend looked at her, an eyebrow raised. "Haven't you not heard from him in years?"
Kenshou stopped short and made a grunt that sounded like: "Hn!" She looked at her, her brow furrowed angerily, "You didn't have ta bring THAT up ya know. Besides, why should I care if he hasn't written, hm? I hate all my brothers anyway!"
"...kinda like your mother too," Kouji added carelessly, still walking.
"You're digging your own grave Kouji," Kenshou hissed, cracking her knuckles audibly.
He stopped short, and looked over his shoulder slowly and cautiously. If it was possible, his best friend would have been glowing with anger. Her hands were clentched into fists, and she was staring at him, her eyes burning. He turned around completely and approached her, a hand stretched out before him. "Kenshou... I'm sorry," he apoligized.
She grunted and coughed, "Who cares! I don't give a shit about those two!" With that she marched onward.
The rest of the way Kenshou walked alone, having had to split up in the usual spot with Kouji. She was surprised that she didn't get a call from Chishiki that day, but she already expected that her tutor wasn't going to show. Lucky for her, a week ago, her last brother finally was shipped off to college, leaving her alone in the house.
"You've been quite the help Miss Teijina."
Kenshou perked at the name of her tutor, and she dove into the living room, where she saw Chishiki and her father sitting. The blue haired girl was pale, and her hair was even more in her face than usual. "Chishiki!" she cried, "if I had known ya were gonna come, I woulda been here sooner!"
"Actually, she's come to me with a resignation," her father said quickly.
"It's true. It's against my policy to remain a tutor longer than the student requires my services." She coughed heavily. "Besides, I've been far to sick to be of any use."
"But--"
Chishiki stood up, and Kenshou could see that in the two weeks, she had lost at least 10 pounds. The older girl approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Today was your last day in summer school, right? May I see your grades?"
"Ah... sure," Kenshou said numbly and reached into her pocket pulling out the crumbled gradesheet.
As Chishiki smoothed it out, she murmured gently underneath her breath and finally a smile crossed her pale lips. "See? You've done well. You've exceeded your best grades from last year. I'm proud. You certainly don't need my help anymore." Again she coughed, bending over slightly. "Congratulations," she said and left.
Kenshou's father stood up. "She's done very well with you. I'm sorry to see her go," he said.
"Yeah... me too."
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Author's note: by bridge, I mean that this is a short chapter, but enough to smooth out the rough edges between chapter 6 and 8... and 8 is an important chapter that MUST be after 6, but as I actually started planning it, I needed to add this small segment first... O.o;
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"I don't know what to do...This is just another crossroad in my life. But, for the first time, I don't know which way to go."
~*~
During the next two weeks, the last two weeks of Kenshou's summer school, she recieved a daily call from her tutor, Chishiki; it was always the same message, "I don't feel so well... I can't come and tutor today. I'm sorry." Each call hurt her inside, but she didn't react the same way that one time. Infact, neither she nor Kouji could explain it. They let the occurance slip past them, allowing it to fade away into the back of their minds.
~*~
Kouji stared at the report card numbly, unable to believe his grades. "No way, I actually passed all the classes," he said slowly. Kenshou clapped him on the back, congratulating him, "Looks like we both did great!"
The two started down the road towards their homes, glad to be out of summer school with a week of freedom left before the classes started. "The way my day's been going," she said happily, "I wouldn't be surprised if I got a letter from Shin today!"
Her best friend looked at her, an eyebrow raised. "Haven't you not heard from him in years?"
Kenshou stopped short and made a grunt that sounded like: "Hn!" She looked at her, her brow furrowed angerily, "You didn't have ta bring THAT up ya know. Besides, why should I care if he hasn't written, hm? I hate all my brothers anyway!"
"...kinda like your mother too," Kouji added carelessly, still walking.
"You're digging your own grave Kouji," Kenshou hissed, cracking her knuckles audibly.
He stopped short, and looked over his shoulder slowly and cautiously. If it was possible, his best friend would have been glowing with anger. Her hands were clentched into fists, and she was staring at him, her eyes burning. He turned around completely and approached her, a hand stretched out before him. "Kenshou... I'm sorry," he apoligized.
She grunted and coughed, "Who cares! I don't give a shit about those two!" With that she marched onward.
The rest of the way Kenshou walked alone, having had to split up in the usual spot with Kouji. She was surprised that she didn't get a call from Chishiki that day, but she already expected that her tutor wasn't going to show. Lucky for her, a week ago, her last brother finally was shipped off to college, leaving her alone in the house.
"You've been quite the help Miss Teijina."
Kenshou perked at the name of her tutor, and she dove into the living room, where she saw Chishiki and her father sitting. The blue haired girl was pale, and her hair was even more in her face than usual. "Chishiki!" she cried, "if I had known ya were gonna come, I woulda been here sooner!"
"Actually, she's come to me with a resignation," her father said quickly.
"It's true. It's against my policy to remain a tutor longer than the student requires my services." She coughed heavily. "Besides, I've been far to sick to be of any use."
"But--"
Chishiki stood up, and Kenshou could see that in the two weeks, she had lost at least 10 pounds. The older girl approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Today was your last day in summer school, right? May I see your grades?"
"Ah... sure," Kenshou said numbly and reached into her pocket pulling out the crumbled gradesheet.
As Chishiki smoothed it out, she murmured gently underneath her breath and finally a smile crossed her pale lips. "See? You've done well. You've exceeded your best grades from last year. I'm proud. You certainly don't need my help anymore." Again she coughed, bending over slightly. "Congratulations," she said and left.
Kenshou's father stood up. "She's done very well with you. I'm sorry to see her go," he said.
"Yeah... me too."