Konnichiwa, minna-san! I decide to listen to Alexa Fardreamer and get my lazy ass up and work on this fic some more. ^_^ Me and my laziness. Tee-hee. Anyway, kids, welcome to day nine of Reflections of a Teenage Telekinetic. I've been waiting for a long time to do this chapter. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. *cackles madly*
By the way, if anyone's been wanting to check up on my life, visit my DJ at http://www.deadjournal.com/users/sita_chan. Just in case. ^_^;;;
Disclaimers: If you recognize the character, it's not mine. Ivy's mine. Nora belongs to Fae-chan. Lyons is a real guy. He's my homeroom teacher.
Warnings: Yaoi/slash/shounen ai/whatever ya wanna call it, randomness, slight bit of angst in the beginning, fluff
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Journal of Nagi Naoe
11/13
Life. Sucks.
This isn't going to be a cheery entry, in case you haven't noticed.
I haven't been able to write in the past, oh...three months or so because Schuldig decided that he wanted to read what was in my journal. He stole it and refused to give it back until I said that he could read it. It took me a month to agree and even longer for him to get off his lazy ass and actually read it. Bastard. I can't stay mad at him, though.
Omi and I are still together. He's one of the few bright spots in my crappy life. Him, Ivy, and even Schu. And Lyons. Let's not forget Lyons, the one non-Schwarz member who gives a damn.
Let's see...some highlights from the past few months:
The stick in Crawford's ass has been replaced by a full-blown log. He snaps at everyone and everything, especially Schuldig and Ivy. He hardly ever speaks outside of missions.
Schu and Youji are approaching their eight month anniversary. They both plan on getting each other edible underwear, which I find hysterical. So does Omi. Schuldig in general is a happier person. He doesn't have to force a smile, and he's stopped teasing people. Except Crawford. Then again, can you blame him? Schuldig's even starting to get along with Ivy, something that I'm still having trouble believing.
Farfarello has become significantly saner. I think it's a combination of the right meds and not being ridiculed by Schuldig any more. And, of course, a whole lot of Nora. The two of them are closer than ever. They're pretty much inseparable.
Nora has warmed up quite a bit. Her past is now out in the open. Crawford was a little apprehensive at first ("She'll kill us! It's what she's been programmed to do!"), but he relaxed. It's amazing what kind of power that girl has over him. Nora has recently started sleeping in Farf's room. On the floor, of course. Nooooo sexual attraction between the two of them. None. And I'm not being sarcastic, for once.
Finally, Ivy. She's finally gotten used to the fact that Schuldig rivals her in friendship status. She's even warmed up to him a bit. Ivy and I are closer than we were before. I'm actually starting to enjoy her American music (though it's still no match for Dir en Grey), and she's started teaching me random Spanish phrases, my favorite being, "I want beer!" Quiero cerveza! I'm easily amused.
Omi hasn't told his teammates about me (except for Youji), and I haven't told anyone except Schu about him. He swears that after this stupid Weiß-Schwarz war is over, we're going to make out in the middle of the street during rush hour.
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"Nagi, what are you doing here?" Lyons questioned, surprised, as he walked into the room. I quickly slammed my journal shut. "It's only seven-thirty. School doesn't start for another half an hour." I shrugged. "How long have you been here, Nagi?"
"About two hours." Lyons raised an eyebrow.
"Why?" I didn't say anything. What was I supposed to say? Well, Lyons, the guy you think is my cousin is actually insane and we forgot to give him his meds. He started slashing the shit out of his arms, the girl you think is my sister started crying, and the guy you think is my dad pulled a gun on us and told us to get our asses back in bed or get out. This is pretty much an everyday occurrence, but I couldn't take it tonight, so I decided to come here instead.
"Family problems," I said finally. I looked at Lyons. I couldn't see his eyes through his glasses. For one fleeting moment, he looked like Crawford.
"Nagi...I've told you this before, and I'll tell you again. I'm always here if you want to talk to you."
Suddenly, I wanted to tell him.
I wanted to tell him everything.
About who everyone really was, about Omi, about Schwarz and Weiß and Esset.
But I couldn't. First of all, Esset would find out and kick my ass. Second, what are the odds he'd actually believe me?
"Trust me, Lyons, this isn't something that I can talk to you or anyone else about." He crouched on the floor next to my desk.
"Nagi, you can tell me anything. I'm an old fogey at the ripe, old age of thirty-three. I've been through most of the stuff that you're going through." He smiled at me. I took a breath.
Well...I could tell him some of it. Maybe not all of it.
"I'm gay."
"Been there, done that," Lyons replied without hesitation.
Okay...that took me by surprise.
"Yeah?" He grinned.
"Yeah. Not that the administration knows that. I'd be out of here so fast, I wouldn't know what hit me. They're not too keen on homosexuality. But that's not all that's bothering you."
"I...I can't tell you."
"Yes, you can."
"No, I really can't."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Tell me." I had hit my limit. I think it must have been the pissiness left over from when Schu stole my journal combined with the pissiness of what happened this morning combined with the irritation that I was getting now. Two parts pissiness, one part irritation. Not a good combination.
"You wanna know, Lyons?!" I yelled. I stormed over to the door and slammed it shut. "My dad's not my dad! My sister's not my sister! My cousin's not my cousin! They're my partners! I'm an assassin in a group called Schwarz, and we work for Esset, which is basically three old bastards who sit on a mountain in Switzerland and drink tea all day while we're out busting our fucking asses! Oh, and to top it all off, I'm a FUCKING TELEKINETIC!" To prove my point, I mentally threw a desk into the wall. "Now aren't you SO glad that you know?!"
Lyons stared at me as my chest heaved in and out.
"I know how you feel." I stared blankly at him.
"What the FUCK do you mean by that?! I am a FUCKING HOMOSEXUAL TEENAGE TELEKINETIC WHO KILLS PEOPLE FOR A LIVING! How can you POSSIBLY know how I feel?!" Lyons half-smiled and stared calmly at the desk that I had hurled into the wall. A few seconds later, it burst into flames.
My jaw dropped.
"I know how you feel, Nagi," he quietly repeated. He smiled and stood up, then grinned at me. "Yeah, I can't stand those ancient Esset bastards either." He held out his hand like we were meeting for the first time. "Codename Holocaust." I blinked a few times and took his hand.
"Codename Prodigy."
*****
I couldn't pay attention all day. Not like I needed to.
Lyons was a pyrokinetic.
And he worked for Esset.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. What the hell is wrong with this world?
"All right, guys, pay attention," Lyons said cheerfully. I glanced up from my notebook. "As you know, tonight is parent-teacher conference night." I stopped listening. I never take my "parents" to that thing, for obvious reasons. "However, this year, there's been a change. You guys apparently haven't been taking your parents in order to get your report cards later and change your grades. So, this year, it's mandatory. Every student must attend the conference with their family."
My head snapped up as the bell rang.
"I'll see you guys tonight!" he called after my classmates' retreating backs.
"Hey, Lyons?"
"Yeah?" I shut the door.
"How the HELL am I supposed to bring my quote-unquote PARENTS to this thing?!" I hissed. Lyons grinned.
"It'll be no problem. Actually, I look forward to meeting your partners." Something seemed to dawn on him. "So, your 'sister?' Nora? She's-"
"Yeah. But she just joined a few months back. They don't have a codename for her yet." He smiled and shook his head.
"I'll see you tonight, Nagi." I grabbed my books and trudged out of the room.
I reiterate:
Life. Sucks.
*****
When I got home, Nora was sitting on the sofa staring at the blank television. Not blinking.
"Mandatory parent-teacher conference?" I questioned.
"Yup." She still wasn't blinking.
"My teacher's a pyro. He works for Esset."
"Mandatory...Mandatory. This can't be a good thing."
"Did you hear what I just said?"
"It starts at eight...That leaves us four hours! I could get Esset to send us a helicopter or something, and we can-"
"Nora, it's just a parent-teacher conference. We've been through worse." She still wasn't blinking. I vaguely considered timing her to see if she broke any records.
"What are you kids yapping about?" Ivy questioned as she walked out of the kitchen with a can of beer.
"Mandatory parent-teacher conference," we stated in unison.
"When?"
"Tonight."
Ivy's beer flew out of her mouth and across the room in a lovely arc.
"QUE?!"
"You heard us."
"CRAWFORD! SCHU! GET IN HERE!" A few seconds later, Crawford walked calmly into the room followed by a disheveled Schuldig who was yanking his bandanna into place.
"I was sleeping," he muttered. "Whadda ya want?"
"We have to go to Nagi's school tonight for some kind of conference."
"VAS?!" A loud stream of angry German followed.
"WHAT?!" A loud stream of angry English followed.
"Even worse. They want the whole family. Which means...we have to bring Farf."
Chaos ensued.
*****
I stared at my ceiling.
"I can't believe we have to do this," Schuldig muttered as he spun around in my computer chair. "This sucks. A lot."
"Life's a bitch, and then you die."
"Thanks for reminding me, Nagi. You know, it's almost time to go."
"To the conference?"
"No. To fraternize with the enemy." He grinned at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Must we?"
"What, are you starting to get tired of Omi?"
"No. Definitely no. It's just, if we're going to leave town, we should do it now."
"We're not leaving town. I haven't gotten any in three days, and I need sex. Now. So unless you're willing, we need to go find Youji."
"...Let's go." I hopped out of my window into the tree right outside of it. Schuldig followed behind me. We dropped to the ground and scanned the area for any stray Schwarz members. "Where are we meeting them?"
"Daisetsan Park."
"Omi picked, didn't he?"
"Yes." I smiled inwardly as we trudged towards the park. Neither said anything for a few minutes.
"My teacher works for Esset." Schuldig raised an eyebrow.
"What's his specialty?"
"He's a pyro."
"Nice. Those are getting rarer. How'd you find this out?"
"I lost it and told him everything. I threw a desk into the wall, and he set it on fire." Schuldig snickered.
"Crawford wouldn't approve."
"Crawford doesn't approve of anything."
We stopped under the tree at the entrance to the park.
"Where are they?" Schuldig muttered impatiently.
"INCOMING!" two voices cried in unison. I felt someone drop down on me from above, and I fell to the ground.
An ambush?!
My attacker flipped me over, and I found myself staring into a very familiar pair of blue eyes.
"I win," Omi said cheerfully and kissed me on the nose.
"Not funny," I said in spite of the smile that was creeping across my face. He rolled off of me, and I sat up to give him a real kiss. We looked over at Schuldig and Youji, the latter still being on top of the former. "Get a room!" I yelled and begant to throw acorns at them.
"Perverts!" Omi added, beaning Youji square on the head with an acorn. "And you wonder how I got to be so depraved!" Youji looked up. His sunglasses were hanging off of his nose, and leaves were embedded in his wavy, blond hair. He grinned at us.
"Big words! I'm proud of you, Omittchi!"
"Come here, dammit," Schuldig muttered and pulled his lover down again. Omi and I couldn't help but laugh.
We eventually wandered away to a soft, grassy area and sat down. He immediately laid his head in my lap.
God, he was adorable.
We didn't do much, just talked and told jokes and laughed. I think that's why I like him so much. I don't feel like I have to be anything that I'm not. I can act the way I think I should act. I don't have to pretended to be happy when I want to cry or pretend to be stoic when I want to explode with emotion. We lost track of time. After an hour or so, Schuldig and Youji joined us, and the four of us talked like old friends. Which we kind of were.
"...and so Farf shoots the girl in the back!" Schuldig finished. "Takatori was pissed as all hell."
"I'd be pissed, too, if somebody killed my daughter," Omi chimed in.
"He beat the shit out of you with a golf club," I remembered. Youji's eyes narrowed.
"I'd kill him for that if he wasn't already dead." Schuldig grinned and kissed him.
"What time is it?" Omi asked lazily.
"About seven-thirty," Schuldig replied. My eyes widened.
"Shit! The conference!" I yelled. Schuldig jumped out of Youji's lap.
"We've got to get going." He pulled me up.
"Do you really have to?" Oh, shit. He was doing the cutesy chibi voice. I peeked over. Damn. He was doing the cutesy chibi eyes to go with the voice. Damn him. Damn him and his cuteness.
"Yes. Sorry." He grabbed me by the front of my shirt, pulled me in, and kissed me. "I'll see you tomorrow," I murmured as I brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"All right." I glanced over at Schuldig, who had Youji pressed against a tree with his tongue slammed as far down his throat as it could go.
"Let's move it, Romeo!" I called. Schuldig sighed, leaned in for one more kiss, and followed me out of the park.
*****
"Where have you guys been?" Crawford demanded as we unsuccessfully tried to sneak back in. "We were supposed to be there fifteen minutes ago!"
"I hired Nagi a whore," Schuldig replied nonchalantly. Crawford's eye twitched slightly, Ivy stifled a laugh, and Nora just looked confused. Farfarello didn't really seem to care. I wasn't as interesting as his knife.
"Let's go, Schwarz," Crawford said stiffly, choosing to ignore Schu's comment. Schuldig hopped in Crawford's car, Farfarello went with Nora, and I followed Ivy. We all took off towards the school.
"So where did you guys really go?" Ivy asked loudly over her Five Iron Frenzy CD.
"To see our boyfriends." Ivy grinned.
"What's his name, anyway?"
"Omi." Hey, Ivy didn't know his name. He was Bombay to her.
"Cute name." We drove the rest of the way in pleasant silence. Except for the guy singing about how cool his bad-ass mullet was (A/N: "The Phantom Mullet" by Five Iron Frenzy. Kick-ass song. ^_^).
A few minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot. It was packed. Nora and Farf were already at the door, and Crawford and Schuldig pulled in directly behind us.
"Now, Farfie, you've got to try to be semi-sane tonight, okay?" Nora was saying solemnly. "You know what that means?" Farfarello nodded.
"No knives, no killing, no hurting God in any way," he recited. I snorted. What are the odds of that EVER happening?
"Let's go," Crawford said solemnly. We walked into the gym. Tables had been set up along the walls where you would sign in to get your report card. I trudged over to one of the tables with Nora trailing behind me.
"What's your name, dear?" the old woman behind the table asked. She did a double take when she saw Farf.
"Nagi Naoe," I replied. "And Nora." She quickly handed over our report cards. She seemed pretty eager to get rid of Farf. Can't imagine why. "You'll both be speaking with Mr. Lyons." Gee, I wonder how that happened? We all walked over to yet another line of tables. Lyons saw me and waved me over.
"Hi, Nagi. Nora. I'm guessing that these....are...your...." He trailed off and stared at Crawford and Schuldig. "Oracle," he muttered in disbelief. "Mastermind."
"Holocaust," they stated in unison, equally as surprised.
"They told me you were dead!"
"They told me the same thing!" Schuldig replied. Crawford frowned and nodded in agreement.
"You...know each other?" Crawford stammered, Lyons turned slightly red, and Schuldig suddenly found the floor to be very interesting. I stared. "You slept together, didn't you?"
"Just once!" they all cried at the same time.
A scream interrupted us.
"Farf, no!" Nora cried and raced across the gym. Farfarello had cornered one of the teachers and was cheerfully sniffing her.
"What's he doing?" Ivy muttered.
"Looks like he's sniffing her," I replied.
"Wonderful," she said with a half-smile. "The kid gets crazier every day." She hiccuped. I raised an eyebrow.
"Ivy, are you drunk?" She grinned at me.
"'Course not, Naggles!"
Oh, yeah.
She was drunk.
"Did you drive me here drunk?"
"Naaaah."
Apparently, she did.
"Farfarello! Knock it off!" Schuldig yelled. He raced over to the psychotic Irishman who had moved on to biting some man's arm. The woman that he'd been sniffing had edged slowly away, and ran for her life. Ivy yanked a flask out of her jacket pocket and took a swig. She hiccuped again and staggered into a wall.
"Shit...Come on, Ivy." I grabbed her arm and led her towards the commotion in the center of the gym.
"Farfie, stop it!" Nora ordered. She tugged gently at his arm.
"He tastes good. Like rat poison."
"Farf, eating rat poison probably isn't a good idea," Schuldig muttered. I glanced back at Lyons.
.....Was Crawford...hitting on him?
Nah, it had to be my imagination.
I yelped as Ivy suddenly collapsed on top of me.
"Ivy, get off!"
"Jus' five more minutes..."
"Farf, I thought we told you no knives!"
"I only took one."
"Farfie, put the knife away. Please?" I couldn't really see from my position underneath a semi-unconscious Ivy. I heard a very scary giggle, a "schwing" noise, and people screaming.
Farfarello had thrown the knife at the wall.
And people had panicked.
Greeeeeeat....
Within a few minutes, the gym was empty. I don't know how I managed to avoid getting trampled. Schuldig trudged over and yanked Ivy off of me. He plucked the bottle out of her hand and scrutinized it.
"Hey! This is from my stash!" He frowned and nudged Ivy in the side. "She's not waking up any time soon, Nagi." Nora walked up to Schuldig's side, her hand firmly clasped around Farf's wrist.
"You'll have to carry her," she said quietly. I sighed and reluctantly levitated her. I glanced over at the side of the gym. Crawford and Lyons were still talking. It was almost like they hadn't even noticed that the entire student body had stampeded out of the gym.
"Oi! Brad! Jake! Break it up, lovebirds!" Crawford and Lyons turned red and started to sputter. I couldn't help but snicker. Schuldig grinned at me. "Come on, chibi, I'll drive you home. Crawford's gonna be here for a while." He looked pointedly at Lyons before walking towards the door. I followed him with Ivy floating behind us.
"What's up with Crawford and Lyons?" Schuldig grinned.
"The three of us had a one night stand a couple of years back. Little Braddykins has always been rather attached to him. I guess Esset thought that we were distracting each other, so they told us he was dead. Apparently, they told him the same thing about us." We walked silently for a few seconds before I started to snicker. "What's so funny?"
"Didn't know you were into threesomes, Schu."
"Oh, shut up."
I placed Ivy gently in Crawford's car and hopped in the passenger's seat. Although it had been a disaster, I couldn't say that parent-teacher conference night hadn't been fun.
I smiled at that thought as I drove off into the night with my best friends.
OWARI
I never meant to make Lyons such a big character. *shrug* Oh, well. If you hate him, let me know, and he can go away. Back to the Real World and back to being my homeroom teacher. RL Lyons isn't gay. Just thought I'd add that. This part took long enough to get out...Only two or three more chapters left, kids. The next chapter is the beginning of the end. It's where Something Big (TM) happens. I can't believe I'm doing this... *sniffles* But I can't tell you what it is! *cackles* Hooray for secrets! Adios, kids! *begs for reviews* *holds up nudie pics of Crawlie and SchuSchu* You want? REVIEW!
