Okay. This fic is something I started a week ago…..and I'm not sure If I should continue. It keeps staring at me with these damn chibi eyes. Arrgh. Gah. Damn you story. So. I'm posting what I've got so far……I'm not sure where I want it to go..so you can have your say! Tell me! Please? I don't care what you want to tell me. Anything. Anything at all. Even if its some weird wacked idea about Shuichi joining a convent and becoming queen of the harpies. I WANT TO KNOW!

Well, read on.

Lanceston Private School for The Privately Challenged.

Shuichi had learned a new word today.

Crap.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. CRAP.

That was one of the best ways he supposed, to sum up his first day at Transfer Highschool number 234.

His parents moved around a lot, Shuichi had come to accept it. It was their jobs, but still like any teenager…he wanted to stay in one place. Have the same friends for more than six months….and well, have a life.

And for some reason, he had thought maybe this was the one.

His parents had decided to give him a break. In other words, one of their business contracts was going to last longer than a year. And of course, being parents they used this to their advantage.

They told him that they had heard his cries for help, they didn't want him to do anything drastic—like getting piercings—so they had made out like they had signed the new contract with their child in mind.

Shuichi may have pink hair, but he wasn't stupid.

It just took him a while to pick up some things. Like math. And science….and maybe a bit of English too. But he was good at reading his parents. Like he said, he wasn't stupid. Well, not to the counselors anyway. To them….he was 'different'.

Okay. So Shuichi wasn't a straight A student. He wasn't a golden boy either. He was going through his rebel stage. Which of course consisted of rebel things. Like ripped clothes, dyed hair and piercings.

Which of course, led us back to the parent problem.

They had sent him to many a many counselors, looking for the ever fabled quick fix. But alas it was not to be, and every damn counselor told his parents the same thing.

'Your son Shuichi is crying out for help, trying to get your attention the only way he knows how. The only way to fix this is to spend time with him'

Well, the parents were baffled. Weren't they spending time with him? Well I never, they thought. They spent heaps of time with him, just last week they had gotten home early enough from work to see him to bed.

Okay, so the parents understood their problem. It was just fixing the problem that was a bother.

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It took exactly 2 months, 6 days 4 hours and 23 minutes of CRAP days for his parents to decidedly 'fix' the problem.

They sat him down on their leather couch, it wasn't Shuichi's couch. He never thought like that. He didn't spend enough time at home to consider anything of theirs his.

"Shuichi?"

"Yes mother?" It was drawled, slightly sarcastic. Nothing at all like their dear Shuichi. Oh dear, they thought. All those nasty public school rats must be corrupting their child.

"We're sending you off to an all boys private school" His father said, not wasting anytime putting the point on the blank. Or was that blank on the point? Perhaps point blank? Aww, crap. He was always confusing himself.

Then suddenly his brain processed exactly what his father had said. Idiots Shuichi thought. His parents must be more stupid then he thought they were. Hell, he didn't particularly want to go to boarding school. But by godl. Like he said, his parents were stupid. Hadn't they realized that they're troubled child was gay? Obviously not……but on the other hand…

Shuichi though of all those books he had read. The ones about boys and boarding schools and group showering.

Hey, he was a growing boy. He had needs.

He also had hormones.

And the second chance thought of group orgies in the shower seemed quite appealing.

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It was called 'Lanceston Private School for the Privately Challenged' Which frankly, Shuichi thought was a hoot. In all his life he had never been known to make his problems private. When he had tried to dye his hair dark red and it came out bright pink…well, that had been a problem. And everyone had known about that.

And then there was the time when he had worn mascara. It wasn't his fault that his lashes were to long and curled into his eyes. So, to fix that problem he had stolen some mascara from the local department store. I mean, it was too embarrassing to pay for it.

And of course, not being a girl and not knowing makeup brands he had gotten the cheap stuff. He had applied it the morning after ready for a full day of school and no evil eyelashes poking his poor eyes. So, with eyelashes curled up instead of down he had set off.

It had been horribly embarrassing, it was too obvious and everyone had teased him. Then halfway through the day one of the senior girls took pity on him and showed him how to wash it off. Then she had given him her metal manual eyelash curlers, saying that her brother had had the same problem.

But anyway. It was time to go to school.

Shuichi smiled and hoisted his suitcase into the compartment. It was rather light, but oh well.

He'd never really been that good at packing.

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Bouncing, or rather bouncing and half falling, bumping into the person in front of him, and watching everyone else in front of him start falling down like multicoloured dominos Shuichi made his way of the bus and stretched his legs. Conveniently not noticing the bunch of angry glares and moans of anguish and deep deep pain directed his way.

Yay! His mind gibbered as he made his way through the town. Away! Away from the evil cramped bus and tiny feet space!

Relief was nodding happily by his side. It was good to be free.

*-*-*-*-*

Freedom sucked. So did responsibility and independence. Fuck you independence. Fuck you responsibility. Fuck you evil town guide map. Fuck you un-findable school that was called Lanceston Private School for the Privately Challenged!

"FUCK YOU!!"

There. Shuichi grinned. Primal scream therapy was his favourite way of relaxing. Always helped…..but for some unknown reason it always seemed to make people back away from him. Didn't they know what Primal Scream Therapy was? He pitied them greatly. They seemed so undereducated. Even his parents didn't believe him that it was an actual proper way of stress release. Counselor Whatshisname had shown him it in his Psychiatry 101 for Dummies.

Counselor Whatshisname had even demonstrated it for him. He remembered it quite clearly. The counselor had ripped off his shirt and run screaming through the gym while class was on. Stopping every now and then to yell gibberish at innocent students trying to play crab soccer.

Shuichi had thought it was bloody hilarious at the time, watching the counselor run round shirtless screaming "The king is dead! I shall AVENGE!"

Afterwards he had asked about the shirt thing. Whatshisname had assured him that it had to do something with the primal part.

Blinking out of the memory Shuichi found himself chuckling to himself. Oops. People were giving him weird looks. Probably though he was insane. He snickered, then grinned broadly and muttered something about chickens and their evil plans to take over the world.

Then topped it off with maniacal laughter.

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Yes I know. Stupid isn't it? And really bad humor. Gods I love bad humor. ^_~

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