AN: Guys, you're making me so happy!!!!!! I'm so hyper I wrote most of this chapter 2:00 a.m. last night!!!!! Maybe these exclamation marks tell something too... Anyway, I'll be outta town for a while (forced to visit my parents) and then my roommate will be back, which means no more night-time writing...*sob* I wanna write... Here's the deal: you pay my ticket to USA so I can move together with Krissie and write at least a chapter a day. Onegai? *sad puppy-eyes* Well, I guess it was worth a try...
I know I already told the whole fic is dedicated to Krissie but that still doesn't mean I can't rant here a bit about how much I love her... I'd completely forgotten the title...*sob* Love at First Write would have sounded so much better... I should write everything down... And, Krissie, if this sounds a bit familiar, ever wondered where I got the idea in the first place....? :: drifts of to her little fantasy land and starts dreaming about Krissie ::
Double Reflections
Chapter 3
Now this was definitely a break-through. Genrou had a satisfied smile on his face as he started typing:
" Tasuki looked at the older man. He seemed so uncharacteristically fragile. As long as the bandit had known him, the monk had always been the one supporting others, not the other way round. "
Genrou stopped for a while. He was now only guessing, but if he'd figured out anything about the mysterious writer so far, it was that it was someone with a strong sense of responsibility. It wouldn't probably be that far-fetched to assume he was always trying to help everyone out despite his own problems.
" He wasn't really sure how he could help the other man so he said the only thing he knew.
'Chiri. It's okay. Who wouldn't be afraid of revealing all their thoughts to someone? It doesn't matter how scared you are, what matters is that you need to overcome your fears.' "
Genrou still wasn't exactly sure about this. Maybe it would be easier to think coherently if he voiced his confusement through Tasuki.
" Tasuki guessed Chichiri had always been a kind of an outsider, what with being the one who had to take care of everything instead of just having fun with the rest of them. "
Suddenly something hit Genrou.
Outsider. There was only one total social outcast in the whole school. That weird blue-haired guy, Houjun Ri or something... Was he really writing with him...?
Well, there was more to everyone than could be seen from outside, Genrou guessed. All this time they had been living in the same dormitory and he'd never known that Houjun had such an enchanting world inside his head. Or such pain, for that matter. Now that he started thinking there had always been this kind of weird look to Houjun's eyes - no, eye, Genrou corrected himself. Houjun was one-eyed, right? Genrou wished he'd taken a better look at the boy some time...
Genrou felt kind of odd. Being one of the 'popular guys', he should have immediately started thinking whom he was writing with, so as not to get caught hanging out with 'wrong kind' of people, but somehow he hadn't really cared... It had just felt so okay, like he had known Chichiri - no, Houjun - for a long time already. And who said anything had to change? He could just as well keep writing, as long as he didn't let anyone find out what he was doing.
***
It was history next. He's worst subject, but this time Genrou was actually looking forward to it as he had just remembered Houjun was in the same class.
Genrou skipped happily to the class room, even arriving at time for once. He was sitting in the back of the class, so he would get a good look at Houjun without him noticing.
"What's up with the goofy smile?" Kouji said as Genrou sat down still being in his private little fantasy land.
Ooops. "Oh, nothin', I was just -" At that point the teacher arrived, saving Genrou from trying to come up with a good explanation. He usually had no problems with coming up with believable lies, but this time he had got all tounge-tied as he had just spotted Houjun a few places ahead of him.
The boy was beautiful.
That was the only word Genrou could come up with, the blue-haired youngster looked at the same time so ethereal and yet so persistent. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Well, he'd never actually looked, now that he started to think about it...
"And now it is time to turn in your essays." The droning voice of the teacher slowly seeped through to Genrou's mind. Right. He had to concentrate on the lesson. Essays.
Essays?!?
Fuck. He had completely forgotten about the essay as he had just been typing the story. Now he was going to be in trouble. Big trouble.
"Eh, teacher, I, eh, kinda forgot about the whole essay thing..."
The teacher snorted in disgust. "With your attendance record I am hardly surprised, mister Kou. That is why I have seen it fit to assign you a personal teacher."
Great. Now he'd be stuck with some 'Mr. Perfect Student' for the rest of the period...
"Genrou, I want you to meat your new tutor, Houjun Ri."
No way. This was too much of a coincidence. It had to be fate.
Genrou was sure he was looking just like some cartoon character with his jaw dropping so hard it smashed the floor. Thankfully no-one noticed as all eyes were on Houjun. He had actually stood up, which was something no-one ever remembered him doing.
"Mr. Harrington. I absolutely refuse to have anything to do with this. You know perfectly well that I am already taking more classes that everyone and using most of my free-time tutoring the fresh-men. I do not need any more distractions."
"Nonsense, Houjun. You are taking the job and that's it. You are always helping everyone. Why should this be any different?"
Houjun swallowed audibly. "Very well. I will take the assignement."
For some reason Genrou couldn't help himself from grinning madly when he left the class-room 50 minutes later.
AN: Oki... Maybe it was a bit of a clichée but I had far too much fun writing it.... ^_^ Anyway, chapter 4 is almost finished but I'm not sure when I'll be able to post it...
I know I already told the whole fic is dedicated to Krissie but that still doesn't mean I can't rant here a bit about how much I love her... I'd completely forgotten the title...*sob* Love at First Write would have sounded so much better... I should write everything down... And, Krissie, if this sounds a bit familiar, ever wondered where I got the idea in the first place....? :: drifts of to her little fantasy land and starts dreaming about Krissie ::
Double Reflections
Chapter 3
Now this was definitely a break-through. Genrou had a satisfied smile on his face as he started typing:
" Tasuki looked at the older man. He seemed so uncharacteristically fragile. As long as the bandit had known him, the monk had always been the one supporting others, not the other way round. "
Genrou stopped for a while. He was now only guessing, but if he'd figured out anything about the mysterious writer so far, it was that it was someone with a strong sense of responsibility. It wouldn't probably be that far-fetched to assume he was always trying to help everyone out despite his own problems.
" He wasn't really sure how he could help the other man so he said the only thing he knew.
'Chiri. It's okay. Who wouldn't be afraid of revealing all their thoughts to someone? It doesn't matter how scared you are, what matters is that you need to overcome your fears.' "
Genrou still wasn't exactly sure about this. Maybe it would be easier to think coherently if he voiced his confusement through Tasuki.
" Tasuki guessed Chichiri had always been a kind of an outsider, what with being the one who had to take care of everything instead of just having fun with the rest of them. "
Suddenly something hit Genrou.
Outsider. There was only one total social outcast in the whole school. That weird blue-haired guy, Houjun Ri or something... Was he really writing with him...?
Well, there was more to everyone than could be seen from outside, Genrou guessed. All this time they had been living in the same dormitory and he'd never known that Houjun had such an enchanting world inside his head. Or such pain, for that matter. Now that he started thinking there had always been this kind of weird look to Houjun's eyes - no, eye, Genrou corrected himself. Houjun was one-eyed, right? Genrou wished he'd taken a better look at the boy some time...
Genrou felt kind of odd. Being one of the 'popular guys', he should have immediately started thinking whom he was writing with, so as not to get caught hanging out with 'wrong kind' of people, but somehow he hadn't really cared... It had just felt so okay, like he had known Chichiri - no, Houjun - for a long time already. And who said anything had to change? He could just as well keep writing, as long as he didn't let anyone find out what he was doing.
***
It was history next. He's worst subject, but this time Genrou was actually looking forward to it as he had just remembered Houjun was in the same class.
Genrou skipped happily to the class room, even arriving at time for once. He was sitting in the back of the class, so he would get a good look at Houjun without him noticing.
"What's up with the goofy smile?" Kouji said as Genrou sat down still being in his private little fantasy land.
Ooops. "Oh, nothin', I was just -" At that point the teacher arrived, saving Genrou from trying to come up with a good explanation. He usually had no problems with coming up with believable lies, but this time he had got all tounge-tied as he had just spotted Houjun a few places ahead of him.
The boy was beautiful.
That was the only word Genrou could come up with, the blue-haired youngster looked at the same time so ethereal and yet so persistent. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Well, he'd never actually looked, now that he started to think about it...
"And now it is time to turn in your essays." The droning voice of the teacher slowly seeped through to Genrou's mind. Right. He had to concentrate on the lesson. Essays.
Essays?!?
Fuck. He had completely forgotten about the essay as he had just been typing the story. Now he was going to be in trouble. Big trouble.
"Eh, teacher, I, eh, kinda forgot about the whole essay thing..."
The teacher snorted in disgust. "With your attendance record I am hardly surprised, mister Kou. That is why I have seen it fit to assign you a personal teacher."
Great. Now he'd be stuck with some 'Mr. Perfect Student' for the rest of the period...
"Genrou, I want you to meat your new tutor, Houjun Ri."
No way. This was too much of a coincidence. It had to be fate.
Genrou was sure he was looking just like some cartoon character with his jaw dropping so hard it smashed the floor. Thankfully no-one noticed as all eyes were on Houjun. He had actually stood up, which was something no-one ever remembered him doing.
"Mr. Harrington. I absolutely refuse to have anything to do with this. You know perfectly well that I am already taking more classes that everyone and using most of my free-time tutoring the fresh-men. I do not need any more distractions."
"Nonsense, Houjun. You are taking the job and that's it. You are always helping everyone. Why should this be any different?"
Houjun swallowed audibly. "Very well. I will take the assignement."
For some reason Genrou couldn't help himself from grinning madly when he left the class-room 50 minutes later.
AN: Oki... Maybe it was a bit of a clichée but I had far too much fun writing it.... ^_^ Anyway, chapter 4 is almost finished but I'm not sure when I'll be able to post it...