AN: I feel so dumb!!!! I can't believe I've kept miss-spelling a word like meet....I'm a total jerk.... The sad truth is that I'm not a native English-speaker so please notify me whenever I make stupid mistakes... I'm stuck in a crappy small country where no-one speaks English and they don't even know what words like manga and anime mean..... You guys try writing your fics in French or Spanish or what ever it is your taking.... Compared to that, I'm not that bad...? ::goes away looking very pitiful::
Poor Krissie's still stuck in school... I hope this cheers you up... But you're not reading this, right? You're eagerly studying bio for the finals... ::grin:: For a while I thought I should put Chiri tutoring bio, I could've definitely gotten some extremely interesting plot-twist out of that one... ::goes all hentai and decides it's better drop the whole subject:: I love you, Krissie.......
Double Reflections
Chapter 4
Houjun rushed out of the class when the bell rang. He knew he sould have stayed back and asked when would his first meeting with Genrou be held and what he was exactly supposed to teach him, but he really needed a moment alone. Another tutoring job! Until now it had been okay because he hadn't really had much anything else to do, but now that the mysterious Tasuki was writing to him, Houjun wanted to do nothing else but to disappear to his own world.
And then there would be all the side-effects.
He had made it so far without any real incidents, mostly because he had kept his head down, but now that he would be tutoring someone like Genrou, he would certainly be targeted by all the red-head's friends. They would hate him for stealing their social leader from them, Genrou would hate him for trying to teach him his worst subject and everyone else would hate him just because he was Houjun Ri.
Houjun hoped the computer was free, at this point the story was the only thing that could keep him sane.
To his amazement the whole dormitory was deserted. They were probably all planning a revenge on him already... Well, he would get to know it a lot sooner than he hoped for, that much was clear. Houjun opened the story and read the latest entry. It was short but somehow it made him feel incredibly good. He had been so sure the other writer would just laugh at him or not understand how much it meant for him to voice his fears. He could almost make himself believe that someone out there cared.
Not really, but almost.
" 'I've never been good at communicating with others. Hikou and Kouran understood me but then... How could I do it to them?!?' Chichiri broke down completely. It had been years since he had last cried but now he had finally reached his limits. Sobbing all the while he slowly started speaking:
'I'm a complete mess. I just don't know how to act normally or to reach out for other people. I'm too scared of telling anything to anyone and there's not even anyone to whom I could try telling anything anymore. Everybody hates me and I just keep acting like nothing's wrong because that's the only way I know. I'm just too damn tired of this all.' "
Houjun hoped he could break down just like Chichiri. It would feel so good to just be able to let it all go for a while and have a good cry in someone's lap, but he didn't dare even to let one tear-drop show as things would just get far too awkward if someone happened to walk in. That was one of the things that kept bothering him most in his current school: he could never have any real privacy as there was someone rushing in and out of the dorm all the time.
Well, this line of thought wouldn't take him any further. Houjun sighed and saved the story.
He'd better start looking through his history notes.
***
Houjun swearing? Now this was serious. Genrou typed as fast as he could:
" The monk was completely hysterical. Very carefully, as not to scare the older man, Tasuki wrapped his arms around Chichiri.
'Hush now, Chiri... It's okay... Everything's gonna be okay... I'm here....' "
"What the fuck're ya lookin' so dreamy for?" Kouji said entering the dorm. Damn. He'd almost been caught. Maybe he could just pull it off if he played it cool enough.
"None of your damn business. Maybe I'm writing a letter to my girl-friend."
"As if you'd ever get one." Kouji dived under the bed before the various flying school-books could hit him.
***
Houjun was actually smiling. Well, he was smiling all the time when there were other people around, but this was his first genuine smile for months. He felt so loved.
" Chichiri clung to Tasuki's shirt, still sobbing but already a lot calmer. 'Please don't leave me, Tasuki... I can't take this loneliness any longer. The monk buried his face on Tasuki's garments. 'This feels so good...' "
Houjun decided to leave it there. He would have wanted to write so much more but he first wanted to see how the other man would react to his behaviour.
AN: I know you guys probably all wanted to have the first meeting already, but I wanted to do this because the last chapter was completely Genrou and I really needed to explain Houjun's actions. The thing he doesn't even notice himself is that getting support from Tasuki has already given him so much strength that it's actually the ultimate reason he was able to try to stand up against the teacher... Too bad he failed, ne? ::hentai grin:: Please people, tell me what is it that you like in this fic so I can make it even better. I still can't believe someone actually likes this....
Poor Krissie's still stuck in school... I hope this cheers you up... But you're not reading this, right? You're eagerly studying bio for the finals... ::grin:: For a while I thought I should put Chiri tutoring bio, I could've definitely gotten some extremely interesting plot-twist out of that one... ::goes all hentai and decides it's better drop the whole subject:: I love you, Krissie.......
Double Reflections
Chapter 4
Houjun rushed out of the class when the bell rang. He knew he sould have stayed back and asked when would his first meeting with Genrou be held and what he was exactly supposed to teach him, but he really needed a moment alone. Another tutoring job! Until now it had been okay because he hadn't really had much anything else to do, but now that the mysterious Tasuki was writing to him, Houjun wanted to do nothing else but to disappear to his own world.
And then there would be all the side-effects.
He had made it so far without any real incidents, mostly because he had kept his head down, but now that he would be tutoring someone like Genrou, he would certainly be targeted by all the red-head's friends. They would hate him for stealing their social leader from them, Genrou would hate him for trying to teach him his worst subject and everyone else would hate him just because he was Houjun Ri.
Houjun hoped the computer was free, at this point the story was the only thing that could keep him sane.
To his amazement the whole dormitory was deserted. They were probably all planning a revenge on him already... Well, he would get to know it a lot sooner than he hoped for, that much was clear. Houjun opened the story and read the latest entry. It was short but somehow it made him feel incredibly good. He had been so sure the other writer would just laugh at him or not understand how much it meant for him to voice his fears. He could almost make himself believe that someone out there cared.
Not really, but almost.
" 'I've never been good at communicating with others. Hikou and Kouran understood me but then... How could I do it to them?!?' Chichiri broke down completely. It had been years since he had last cried but now he had finally reached his limits. Sobbing all the while he slowly started speaking:
'I'm a complete mess. I just don't know how to act normally or to reach out for other people. I'm too scared of telling anything to anyone and there's not even anyone to whom I could try telling anything anymore. Everybody hates me and I just keep acting like nothing's wrong because that's the only way I know. I'm just too damn tired of this all.' "
Houjun hoped he could break down just like Chichiri. It would feel so good to just be able to let it all go for a while and have a good cry in someone's lap, but he didn't dare even to let one tear-drop show as things would just get far too awkward if someone happened to walk in. That was one of the things that kept bothering him most in his current school: he could never have any real privacy as there was someone rushing in and out of the dorm all the time.
Well, this line of thought wouldn't take him any further. Houjun sighed and saved the story.
He'd better start looking through his history notes.
***
Houjun swearing? Now this was serious. Genrou typed as fast as he could:
" The monk was completely hysterical. Very carefully, as not to scare the older man, Tasuki wrapped his arms around Chichiri.
'Hush now, Chiri... It's okay... Everything's gonna be okay... I'm here....' "
"What the fuck're ya lookin' so dreamy for?" Kouji said entering the dorm. Damn. He'd almost been caught. Maybe he could just pull it off if he played it cool enough.
"None of your damn business. Maybe I'm writing a letter to my girl-friend."
"As if you'd ever get one." Kouji dived under the bed before the various flying school-books could hit him.
***
Houjun was actually smiling. Well, he was smiling all the time when there were other people around, but this was his first genuine smile for months. He felt so loved.
" Chichiri clung to Tasuki's shirt, still sobbing but already a lot calmer. 'Please don't leave me, Tasuki... I can't take this loneliness any longer. The monk buried his face on Tasuki's garments. 'This feels so good...' "
Houjun decided to leave it there. He would have wanted to write so much more but he first wanted to see how the other man would react to his behaviour.
AN: I know you guys probably all wanted to have the first meeting already, but I wanted to do this because the last chapter was completely Genrou and I really needed to explain Houjun's actions. The thing he doesn't even notice himself is that getting support from Tasuki has already given him so much strength that it's actually the ultimate reason he was able to try to stand up against the teacher... Too bad he failed, ne? ::hentai grin:: Please people, tell me what is it that you like in this fic so I can make it even better. I still can't believe someone actually likes this....