AN: Thank you for all the nice people who have added this story to their favourite lists!!!! A lowly writer is eternally grateful for the support!!!
Now here comes the first real clue for where I live: the stamps for Krissie's letter cost me 4 euros... Which by the way means I won't be eating anything for a while... I'm totally broke... But it's worth it when I'm writing to Krissie.... I love you....
Double Reflections
Chapter 7
Houjun was crossing through the yard to get to the library located on the other side. He needed to get some material for his biology essay which was due tomorrow. Suddenly someone grabbed his arm.
"Hey, if it's not mr. Perfect himself!!"
Great. Now it was beginning. Some thugs, friends of Genrou's probably, had caught him and no-one would dare to interfere because it would only get them into trouble, too, including the teachers.
"Wanna tell us about World War II while we beat you to a pulp?" Even in a situation like this Houjun couldn't help wondering if there was some Play It Tough for Dummies because they all used more or less the same lines every time something like this happened. And then there were those identical stupid grins.
If only his arms were free... Even though Houjun wasn't very strong he was fast enough so he could have probably dodged most of the hits. Now he didn't stand a chance.
***
Genrou was sitting on the fence with Kouji, idly chatting about how annoying most of the teachers were. The noises coming from the corner of the library kept bugging him so he raised his head to see what was happening. The guys were probably scaring some first-years... Sure enough, there was the all too familiar ring with someone caught in the middle. Someone with blue hair...
"Hold on a sec, Kouji, I gotta go check that out..."
***
The first kick caught him in the ribs. Houjun fell to the ground and tried to cover his head so he wouldn't get seriously hurt. Second one in the back. They hadn't really started yet, this wouldn't leave any permanent damage. The third blow would land any second now. Houjun braced himself for the impact, now it would hit him and break him and-
"Hey, live him alone!!"
Now what was up?
***
Genrou kicked the guy who was just about to attempt crushing Houjun's ribs.
"Since when have ya started playin' his guardian angel, Genrou?" The thugs were obviously pissed off as their little game had been disturbed.
"He's my history teacher. How the hell d'ya think I'll avoid being kicked outta the school if ya beat up my tutor so badly that I can't make him do my homework anymore?!?"
That probably sounded selfish enough. People never thought very coherently while being violent so these guys should be easy enough to fool.
"Just go, ya fuckin' assholes!!!! Go before I get really mad!!!" Genrou bared his teeth with an angry growl.
***
Houjun lay on the ground, his thoughts drifting. Maybe the clichés weren't that bad when they were coming from someone on your side...
"Ya okay?" A nice, warm voice...
Suddenly reality.
Houjun jumped up and patted dust off his clothes. He shouldn't show any kind of weakness to Genrou, even if the red-head had just saved him. Houjun still couldn't be sure if it was just some elaborate trick to get him off-balance.
***
Genrou looked at Houjun. The boy looked so fragile he wanted to wrap his arms around him and tell him he'd protect him for the rest of his life.
"I'll tell the guys to live ya alone, okay?" That would have to do for now. "Listen, I gotta go now, Kouji's waitin' and all, but if they still keep buggin' ya tell them I said you're under my protection, okay?" Genrou felt like a complete jerk throwing 'okay' at the end of every sentence but he was desperate to get any kind of answer from the blue-haired man.
***
Houjun stared at Genrou totally dumb-struck. Why was the supposed gang-leader playing so nice suddenly?
For the first time in a very long time Houjun Ri felt confused.
AN: Yet another cliché chapter... but I really wanted to do this... at least this felt better when writing than the last one... I hope at least someone liked it... I think it's cute how Genrou's being protective and supportive and, most of all, unselfish...
Now here comes the first real clue for where I live: the stamps for Krissie's letter cost me 4 euros... Which by the way means I won't be eating anything for a while... I'm totally broke... But it's worth it when I'm writing to Krissie.... I love you....
Double Reflections
Chapter 7
Houjun was crossing through the yard to get to the library located on the other side. He needed to get some material for his biology essay which was due tomorrow. Suddenly someone grabbed his arm.
"Hey, if it's not mr. Perfect himself!!"
Great. Now it was beginning. Some thugs, friends of Genrou's probably, had caught him and no-one would dare to interfere because it would only get them into trouble, too, including the teachers.
"Wanna tell us about World War II while we beat you to a pulp?" Even in a situation like this Houjun couldn't help wondering if there was some Play It Tough for Dummies because they all used more or less the same lines every time something like this happened. And then there were those identical stupid grins.
If only his arms were free... Even though Houjun wasn't very strong he was fast enough so he could have probably dodged most of the hits. Now he didn't stand a chance.
***
Genrou was sitting on the fence with Kouji, idly chatting about how annoying most of the teachers were. The noises coming from the corner of the library kept bugging him so he raised his head to see what was happening. The guys were probably scaring some first-years... Sure enough, there was the all too familiar ring with someone caught in the middle. Someone with blue hair...
"Hold on a sec, Kouji, I gotta go check that out..."
***
The first kick caught him in the ribs. Houjun fell to the ground and tried to cover his head so he wouldn't get seriously hurt. Second one in the back. They hadn't really started yet, this wouldn't leave any permanent damage. The third blow would land any second now. Houjun braced himself for the impact, now it would hit him and break him and-
"Hey, live him alone!!"
Now what was up?
***
Genrou kicked the guy who was just about to attempt crushing Houjun's ribs.
"Since when have ya started playin' his guardian angel, Genrou?" The thugs were obviously pissed off as their little game had been disturbed.
"He's my history teacher. How the hell d'ya think I'll avoid being kicked outta the school if ya beat up my tutor so badly that I can't make him do my homework anymore?!?"
That probably sounded selfish enough. People never thought very coherently while being violent so these guys should be easy enough to fool.
"Just go, ya fuckin' assholes!!!! Go before I get really mad!!!" Genrou bared his teeth with an angry growl.
***
Houjun lay on the ground, his thoughts drifting. Maybe the clichés weren't that bad when they were coming from someone on your side...
"Ya okay?" A nice, warm voice...
Suddenly reality.
Houjun jumped up and patted dust off his clothes. He shouldn't show any kind of weakness to Genrou, even if the red-head had just saved him. Houjun still couldn't be sure if it was just some elaborate trick to get him off-balance.
***
Genrou looked at Houjun. The boy looked so fragile he wanted to wrap his arms around him and tell him he'd protect him for the rest of his life.
"I'll tell the guys to live ya alone, okay?" That would have to do for now. "Listen, I gotta go now, Kouji's waitin' and all, but if they still keep buggin' ya tell them I said you're under my protection, okay?" Genrou felt like a complete jerk throwing 'okay' at the end of every sentence but he was desperate to get any kind of answer from the blue-haired man.
***
Houjun stared at Genrou totally dumb-struck. Why was the supposed gang-leader playing so nice suddenly?
For the first time in a very long time Houjun Ri felt confused.
AN: Yet another cliché chapter... but I really wanted to do this... at least this felt better when writing than the last one... I hope at least someone liked it... I think it's cute how Genrou's being protective and supportive and, most of all, unselfish...