Rant: Yep, ranting again, blah blah blah blah. ::Smiles:: Actually, I
really need a beta-reader. I'm someone who never read what I finished, and
yea yea, I know it's a bad habit, but I can't help it. Grrrr.. I'm an
artist; I'm bad at critiquing my own work. SOME ONE HELP ME~~~~!
::Breathes:: I'm okay. Sorry for the lateness of the piece though,
school.
Chapter three
The raindrops splattered softly on the closed window, sliding down the glass and created intricate pictures of liquid silver, shimmering under the lights of the room. It was quite warm, the type of warmth that would make one want to sleep, cuddled in a large blanket after a cup of hot coco. Samaragi sensei stood before the class, holding the American literature book before her face as she read from it a poem written by a poet long ago, stretching her voice to match that would a man.
"Fuji, Fuji, look, look!" Kikumaru beamed, holding out a new bottle of toothpaste before Fuji's eyes. "My Ne-san bought me a new bottle, and it's the brand new brand that just came out. It got great ratings!" He nearly yelled. "Ain't my Ne-san great?!"
"Kikumaru, read me your homework." Samaragi sensei interrupted, holding out her book toward the younger man. "Since you're so talkative today, you should share with the class that enthusiasm."
Eiji gulped slightly, then pushed himself out of his seat with both hands. Holding onto his notebook, he opened it and read out loud the scribbles on the page. "Glitter white gel coming out of the bottle, fresh and cleansing. The new toothpaste that.."
"Okay, that's very.. unique, Eiji." The sensei interrupted and forced a smile on her face. "You can stop now. Fuji, why don't you read me yours."
Fuji flashed his friend a warm smile as he stood, and watched as Eiji slumped down into his seat with a sigh of relief. Eiji and Poetry did not mix, nor did Eiji and anything to do with literature. Picking up the notebook with one hand, the prodigy flipped it slowly to the desired page with almost type like handwriting printed into the paper in black ink.
The young man cleaned his throat, and then started the poem.
"Afflicted heart Underlined with bitter sweet memories Shattered under the broken glass Of yesterday's reminiscences
Winter again Darted with the falling snowflakes Melted in the temperate hands Of those summer dreams
Elapsed memoirs Hidden between the passing of time Found again behind the veil Of the forgotten melody
I sat by my window Watching the strangers pass by In the road of life
As the descending snowflakes Charted my view to The rest of the world
And for once I, at last, wondered When
You will finally notice..
Me."
Silence filled the classroom as Fuji took a seat after a slight bow. The three girls in the front row looked as if they were about to cry as one of them darted the corner of her eyes with her handkerchief. Eiji stared with his mouth wide open, then stuttered and seemed to lack the ability to speak correctly; that was another interesting view for the day.
"That was beautiful!" Samaragi sensei clasped her hands over her mouth, then gave him a firm nod of approval. "What is the poem called Fuji?"
"Eh?" Fuji raised an eyebrow, pulling a hand beneath his chin. "I don't know Samaragi sensei, it's untitled right now. I will come up with something later."
The bell rung.
Samaragi sensei turned and paced back to her desk, holding her books under her arm. "No homework for today, I'm in a good mood. Those who didn't read me their homework, leave it on my desk." She smiled as placed down her workbooks. "Dismissed."
The rushed of people leaving was surprising, though most wanted to get out for lunch and a long period of relaxation after the high tensioned classes.
Kikumaru rushed beside Fuji, holding his lunch with both hands. "Fuji, what was that about?" He questioned with speed quicker than lightening. "How you come up with something like that? Sudden inspiration? Can you be my tutor? I never knew you were so. talented."
Fuji chuckled, packing up his books and pulled out his lunch box.
His lunch consisted of seven rolls of sashimi along with five of only wasabi, a tightly packed bowl of miso soup, and some egg and sausages. But to top everything off, three large pieces of strawberry shortcakes. Yumiko made two full cakes the night before, and they were almost gone by the end of the night, he had to fight off Yuuta with a large spoon for the remaining pieces. "I'm not talented at all; I just have a couple of passable skills, that's all." He opened the box and held it out for Eiji. "Want one?"
"Hoi~." Eiji pouted and picked up a piece of cake from Fuji's box, he stuffed it in his mouth and rolled his eyes. "You and your belittling yourself habit with everything but tennis. This is good!" He reached for another piece.
Fuji chuckled again and picked up his lunch before his friend could get another piece, the other ones were saved of course. "Eiji, I'm going up to the roof for lunch, want to join me?" He closed the box tightly.
"Eh." Eiji scratched his bandaid and looked out the window at the pouring rain, "I would love to, but I have lunch detention with Yoshiko sensei for sleeping in her class." Fuji gave a nod of understanding with a smile on his face, then took his leave out of the classroom.
The hallway was more crowded than usual because of the weather as students sat in their little groups and enjoyed lunch. A small gathering of girls giggled as he walked by, and chattered loudly as he passed; one of them was from his English class, Rumi, if he remembered correctly. Surely the intelligence level of high school girls has not dropped that low in the past decade or so.
Passing a couple holding hands, Fuji stride up the stairs toward the roof.
Unlike some people in the school, he adored the rain, even if it did not mix with tennis. The pitter patter of raindrops seemed musical to him, and they seemed to be telling a story, a tale that always seemed to have the ability to calm him down. In fact, he could not even count the days when he sat by his window with warm tea in hand, staring off into the waltz of the raindrops.
Opening door with one hand, Fuji stepped onto the roof of the school. The first thing he saw as his foot touched the wet ground of the roof was Tezuka, standing in the middle of the rain with his arms crossed.
The shorter man found a smile spreading.
Fuji slowly approached his taller friend as the door closed behind him. "Tezuka," he smiled, holding up his lunch box as he stopped about three feet away from him friend. "Want to join me for lunch?"
The taller one then shook his head. The rain wet hair framed his face, making him seem angelic and lost. His glasses were placed away, showing his hazel colored eyes as he blinked away those beads of crystals hanging onto his eyelashes.
"Too bad." Fuji grinned. The rain started to soak through his hair as they plastered onto his face as glue on paper. He really needed to get it cut. "I have plenty of food to feed both of us."
"No thank you." Tezuka answered and bent down, brushing the hair on Fuji's face away from his eyes with one hand. "I'm not hungry."
On second thought, he was to keep his hair that length.
"Fuji." The taller man spoke, snapping Fuji out of his little day dream that came every now and then.
"Yes?"
Tezuka leveled his eyes to him shorter friend. "How well do you know your sister?"
"Eh?" Fuji blinked, then smoothed a smile. "Very well, she's almost like a second mother to me. Ka-san and Tou-san doesn't have much time to take care of us, so Ne-san does the job."
"Ah, I see." The captain nodded, then continued. "If that's so, then I have to ask you a favor." There was a long pause before that deep rich voice started again. "I need to have a small meeting with her, alone preferably, on Saturday."
Fuji's eyes widened as Tezuka continued. "Because you are very close to her, I would appreciate it if you can set this up for me."
A hand landed in Fuji's shoulder as the young man chocked. "A meeting, like, like a date? On Saturday?"
"If that's what you would like to call it, then yes." Tezuka clarified as he tightened the grip on his friend's shoulder.
"Of course, no problem." He whispered slowly as his free hand found its way to his sleeves and took hold; his fingernails digging through the thin cloth and into his skin, pulling a sharp stab of pain.
Tezuka nodded once more and let go of his shorter friend, then paced away into the school building without looking back.
The smile on Fuji's face slipped slowly, disappearing with Tezuka's footsteps. The shorter man looked perplexed, turning his head to stare at the sky. How could he answer that so easily? He questioned himself. Surely Tezuka was only asking to get to know his sister better, nothing so wrong.
Perhaps Kami-sama was crying for him and his lost chance, but somehow, the raindrops sounded different, as if they were mocking him with his stupidity and pretend innocence.
"Shut up." Words escaped from his throat as he spoke to the sky, to the rain that never ended. But they didn't listen as the tears of heaven in no way stopped.
"SHUT UP!" Fuji screamed as the box of lunch bounced off the fence walls, knocking onto the ground and its contents spilled on the floor. "Shut up." He told the rain that teased him with their laughter.
He wasn't crying; of course not. Fuji paced to his lunch box and leaned against the fence. He slid down slowly, pulling himself into a little ball, his arms wrapped around his legs. Rocking slowly, he placed his head on his knees and hauled himself tighter.
He wasn't crying; it was only the rain.
The raindrops splattered softly on the closed windows; t bell announced the beginning of class as the chattering of the student died. A boy sat there, on the roof of the school, under the rain as he stared into the gray sky. The drops rolled off his face and onto his drenched shirt, but he didn't seem to notice. And beside that boy, were the soaked remains of those strawberry shortcakes.
Chapter three
The raindrops splattered softly on the closed window, sliding down the glass and created intricate pictures of liquid silver, shimmering under the lights of the room. It was quite warm, the type of warmth that would make one want to sleep, cuddled in a large blanket after a cup of hot coco. Samaragi sensei stood before the class, holding the American literature book before her face as she read from it a poem written by a poet long ago, stretching her voice to match that would a man.
"Fuji, Fuji, look, look!" Kikumaru beamed, holding out a new bottle of toothpaste before Fuji's eyes. "My Ne-san bought me a new bottle, and it's the brand new brand that just came out. It got great ratings!" He nearly yelled. "Ain't my Ne-san great?!"
"Kikumaru, read me your homework." Samaragi sensei interrupted, holding out her book toward the younger man. "Since you're so talkative today, you should share with the class that enthusiasm."
Eiji gulped slightly, then pushed himself out of his seat with both hands. Holding onto his notebook, he opened it and read out loud the scribbles on the page. "Glitter white gel coming out of the bottle, fresh and cleansing. The new toothpaste that.."
"Okay, that's very.. unique, Eiji." The sensei interrupted and forced a smile on her face. "You can stop now. Fuji, why don't you read me yours."
Fuji flashed his friend a warm smile as he stood, and watched as Eiji slumped down into his seat with a sigh of relief. Eiji and Poetry did not mix, nor did Eiji and anything to do with literature. Picking up the notebook with one hand, the prodigy flipped it slowly to the desired page with almost type like handwriting printed into the paper in black ink.
The young man cleaned his throat, and then started the poem.
"Afflicted heart Underlined with bitter sweet memories Shattered under the broken glass Of yesterday's reminiscences
Winter again Darted with the falling snowflakes Melted in the temperate hands Of those summer dreams
Elapsed memoirs Hidden between the passing of time Found again behind the veil Of the forgotten melody
I sat by my window Watching the strangers pass by In the road of life
As the descending snowflakes Charted my view to The rest of the world
And for once I, at last, wondered When
You will finally notice..
Me."
Silence filled the classroom as Fuji took a seat after a slight bow. The three girls in the front row looked as if they were about to cry as one of them darted the corner of her eyes with her handkerchief. Eiji stared with his mouth wide open, then stuttered and seemed to lack the ability to speak correctly; that was another interesting view for the day.
"That was beautiful!" Samaragi sensei clasped her hands over her mouth, then gave him a firm nod of approval. "What is the poem called Fuji?"
"Eh?" Fuji raised an eyebrow, pulling a hand beneath his chin. "I don't know Samaragi sensei, it's untitled right now. I will come up with something later."
The bell rung.
Samaragi sensei turned and paced back to her desk, holding her books under her arm. "No homework for today, I'm in a good mood. Those who didn't read me their homework, leave it on my desk." She smiled as placed down her workbooks. "Dismissed."
The rushed of people leaving was surprising, though most wanted to get out for lunch and a long period of relaxation after the high tensioned classes.
Kikumaru rushed beside Fuji, holding his lunch with both hands. "Fuji, what was that about?" He questioned with speed quicker than lightening. "How you come up with something like that? Sudden inspiration? Can you be my tutor? I never knew you were so. talented."
Fuji chuckled, packing up his books and pulled out his lunch box.
His lunch consisted of seven rolls of sashimi along with five of only wasabi, a tightly packed bowl of miso soup, and some egg and sausages. But to top everything off, three large pieces of strawberry shortcakes. Yumiko made two full cakes the night before, and they were almost gone by the end of the night, he had to fight off Yuuta with a large spoon for the remaining pieces. "I'm not talented at all; I just have a couple of passable skills, that's all." He opened the box and held it out for Eiji. "Want one?"
"Hoi~." Eiji pouted and picked up a piece of cake from Fuji's box, he stuffed it in his mouth and rolled his eyes. "You and your belittling yourself habit with everything but tennis. This is good!" He reached for another piece.
Fuji chuckled again and picked up his lunch before his friend could get another piece, the other ones were saved of course. "Eiji, I'm going up to the roof for lunch, want to join me?" He closed the box tightly.
"Eh." Eiji scratched his bandaid and looked out the window at the pouring rain, "I would love to, but I have lunch detention with Yoshiko sensei for sleeping in her class." Fuji gave a nod of understanding with a smile on his face, then took his leave out of the classroom.
The hallway was more crowded than usual because of the weather as students sat in their little groups and enjoyed lunch. A small gathering of girls giggled as he walked by, and chattered loudly as he passed; one of them was from his English class, Rumi, if he remembered correctly. Surely the intelligence level of high school girls has not dropped that low in the past decade or so.
Passing a couple holding hands, Fuji stride up the stairs toward the roof.
Unlike some people in the school, he adored the rain, even if it did not mix with tennis. The pitter patter of raindrops seemed musical to him, and they seemed to be telling a story, a tale that always seemed to have the ability to calm him down. In fact, he could not even count the days when he sat by his window with warm tea in hand, staring off into the waltz of the raindrops.
Opening door with one hand, Fuji stepped onto the roof of the school. The first thing he saw as his foot touched the wet ground of the roof was Tezuka, standing in the middle of the rain with his arms crossed.
The shorter man found a smile spreading.
Fuji slowly approached his taller friend as the door closed behind him. "Tezuka," he smiled, holding up his lunch box as he stopped about three feet away from him friend. "Want to join me for lunch?"
The taller one then shook his head. The rain wet hair framed his face, making him seem angelic and lost. His glasses were placed away, showing his hazel colored eyes as he blinked away those beads of crystals hanging onto his eyelashes.
"Too bad." Fuji grinned. The rain started to soak through his hair as they plastered onto his face as glue on paper. He really needed to get it cut. "I have plenty of food to feed both of us."
"No thank you." Tezuka answered and bent down, brushing the hair on Fuji's face away from his eyes with one hand. "I'm not hungry."
On second thought, he was to keep his hair that length.
"Fuji." The taller man spoke, snapping Fuji out of his little day dream that came every now and then.
"Yes?"
Tezuka leveled his eyes to him shorter friend. "How well do you know your sister?"
"Eh?" Fuji blinked, then smoothed a smile. "Very well, she's almost like a second mother to me. Ka-san and Tou-san doesn't have much time to take care of us, so Ne-san does the job."
"Ah, I see." The captain nodded, then continued. "If that's so, then I have to ask you a favor." There was a long pause before that deep rich voice started again. "I need to have a small meeting with her, alone preferably, on Saturday."
Fuji's eyes widened as Tezuka continued. "Because you are very close to her, I would appreciate it if you can set this up for me."
A hand landed in Fuji's shoulder as the young man chocked. "A meeting, like, like a date? On Saturday?"
"If that's what you would like to call it, then yes." Tezuka clarified as he tightened the grip on his friend's shoulder.
"Of course, no problem." He whispered slowly as his free hand found its way to his sleeves and took hold; his fingernails digging through the thin cloth and into his skin, pulling a sharp stab of pain.
Tezuka nodded once more and let go of his shorter friend, then paced away into the school building without looking back.
The smile on Fuji's face slipped slowly, disappearing with Tezuka's footsteps. The shorter man looked perplexed, turning his head to stare at the sky. How could he answer that so easily? He questioned himself. Surely Tezuka was only asking to get to know his sister better, nothing so wrong.
Perhaps Kami-sama was crying for him and his lost chance, but somehow, the raindrops sounded different, as if they were mocking him with his stupidity and pretend innocence.
"Shut up." Words escaped from his throat as he spoke to the sky, to the rain that never ended. But they didn't listen as the tears of heaven in no way stopped.
"SHUT UP!" Fuji screamed as the box of lunch bounced off the fence walls, knocking onto the ground and its contents spilled on the floor. "Shut up." He told the rain that teased him with their laughter.
He wasn't crying; of course not. Fuji paced to his lunch box and leaned against the fence. He slid down slowly, pulling himself into a little ball, his arms wrapped around his legs. Rocking slowly, he placed his head on his knees and hauled himself tighter.
He wasn't crying; it was only the rain.
The raindrops splattered softly on the closed windows; t bell announced the beginning of class as the chattering of the student died. A boy sat there, on the roof of the school, under the rain as he stared into the gray sky. The drops rolled off his face and onto his drenched shirt, but he didn't seem to notice. And beside that boy, were the soaked remains of those strawberry shortcakes.
