I do not own Dragonball or Dragonball Z. They belong to their appropriate owners.
Warnings: yaoi, strong language, drugs and probably more
Boarding school
by sol-chan
Chapter III
Gokou was sitting on the maths at his place, in the back of the class, busy with drawing something in his notebook in order to seem occupied for the teacher. He had no clue what was the subject of the lesson, he wasn't noting, he wasn't paying attention at all. He had actually given up after first two lessons, when he had realized that when he had been noting he hadn't known what he'd been writing anyway. On the test Vejita had told him all the answers, so he had ended up with quite a good note. Normally, `Jita was sitting next to him, but today he hadn't come to school and the night before he hadn't slept in their room. Their English teacher was absent as well.
Gokou sighed, getting attention of few students sitting nearby. He could imagine what the two of them were doing together, `Jita and their English teacher, that's it. The two of them were lovers, ever since the beginning of the school year. Gokou knew it because at the beginning they had been doing this in their room, coming in together and closing the door at key and asking him not to disturb them, and then, after he had been finally let in, there was that weird scent in the air... Then, `Jita had begun to go out at evenings and come back late at night, late after official hours of closing the school for the night. Then, he had begun to spend whole nights outside the school, most likely in their teacher's apartment, coming back tired and smelling of alcohol, sleeping at the lessons then. But still, when it came to tests, his mere intelligence was still enough to figure something out for a decent note. Then, he had begun to go out earlier from lessons or not to come to school for days, his absence always at the same time as their English teacher's. Others from the class had begun to suspect something, and still did, though they weren't sure, as Gokou was.
He wasn't standing the situation well, though he didn't seem bothered at the outside, inside he was torn apart. He was jealous, that's it. And a bit sad for `Jita as well, because if all of that was going to get to the school authorities, or even if all the students would have gotten to know, `Jita could have been expelled or considered a slut. Gokou didn't that for him ! Somehow he knew that Vejita didn't really deserve it and at the rare moments they had been seeing each other in the past few weeks, he could have seen it in the shorter boy's black eyes that he wasn't happy being the man's lover, more so that he didn't love him, and that maybe even he was still with him because he couldn't go away, because he was a teacher and had kind of power over them. To that moment, no body had been compelling about Vejita's absence at school at night and on the lessons and their both's English notes were very good, but that could change, `Jita had to know it well enough.
Gokou had gotten to know one more thing about him in these few weeks they had been rooming together - Vejita really drugged. In fact, most the time when he was actually present in their room he was lying curled on his bed, his half-lidded eyes having that weird absent look. Then he was falling asleep, sometimes waking up once again to talk a bit. Everything seemed funny for him then and he laughed without reason, or talked stupidities or it seemed for him he was someone else. Sometimes, he needed to go to the bathroom to throw up and worried about him, Gokou was always following him. Then, he was smoking, because he was saying it was helping him get rid of the nausea. Gokou didn't comply, just watched him wide-eyed, and every time Vejita was gone, worried sick. He was having nightmares, in which `Jita was getting raped or overdosed and died and they were making him extremely anxious, though he couldn't even understand why he cared for Vejita like for a dear friend he wasn't for him, or maybe even more so. And he still wanted to kiss him and sleep with him, and he was jealous about him and their English teacher. Did it all put together mean he was in love with him ? How could he be with another guy ? But, yet again, `Jita already was with a man and didn't comply about it, and in the school, there were quite a few couples, though it was all boys. Some of them dared even to kiss on the corridors and school grounds. So it was... rare, weird... but accepted in the end. But even having that knowledge, how could he get `Jita to notice him in that way, if he couldn't even get him to like him throughout all those years they had known each other ? Especially when Vejita was stuck with one of their teachers ? It was all so complicated...
He put his head in his hands, only the sound of the bell getting him
out of his unpleasant thoughts. He gathered his belongings and got out
of the class with his head low. He needed advice, he needed to talk to
someone he could trust. Soon enough, in a week, he was going to visit his
home town, maybe then he could have talked with Krillin. He was going to
meet Chi-Chi as well. She was his girlfriend and yet he had realized he
felt nothing for her. Could he just tell her that ? Dump her ? And what
if she did love him ? Kami, it was all so complicated. He growled in frustration.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know, it's particularly bad. I'll try to get better in next chapter,
coming soon (I mean it !)