A/N: Sorry for the long wait. My life has been INSANE lately.
"What's with him?" Hiro asked as Shuichi collapsed sobbing onto the bench next to him.
Maiko rolled her eyes. "He asked Yuki Eiri for help."
Hiro's dark eyes went wide. "Oooh! Understood. What, he called you a stupid baka or something?"
"He- hic- said- hic- that I'm an incompetent child who doesn't deserve to read Shakespeare and that the lyrical genius of IRomeo and Juliet/I is wasted completely by my idiocy," Shuichi said through his tears.
"Whoa.harsh, dude. Wait.you asked him for help with Shakespeare?" Hiro said incredulously. "But.Maiko's brilliant at his plays. Didn't you tell him?" Hiro paused, glaring at Maiko.
Maiko threw up her hands exasperatedly. "Of Icourse/I I told him. But does anyone listen to me around here? Noooo."
"Why don't you guys come over after school, and we'll cheer Shuichi- kun up?" Hiro offered.
Shuichi nodded gratefully and sniffed pathetically, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
Maiko shrugged. "Sure. It's not like I have anything Ibetter/I to do."
Hiro laughed. "Fuck you! You don't have to come! I can un-invite you right now!"
"O yeah!" Maiko jabbed her tongue out at him. "Do your worst, fiend!"
"Maybe I will!"
Shuichi giggled at the antics of his two friends, then sighed and said, "Thanks, guys, but I have to go or I'll be late for gym." He heaved his bag over his shoulder and started off towards the locker rooms, whistling Maiko's "Drenched" under his breath.
"Isn't that your song?" Hiro asked, hearing the low notes.
"Yep. I showed it to Shuichi in Drama."
"I'm so hurt!" Hiro pouted, wiping false tears from his eyes. "You won't even show it to me!"
"You'll get it when it's finished!" she exclaimed. "But let me just say, you NEED that boy in your band."
"Who, Shuichi?"
"Well, if it isn't the resident fruits," a deep voice growled from behind them.
"Fuck off, Aizawa!" Maiko snapped.
"What happened to the newest member of the fag club?" the boy continued, ignoring Maiko's glare.
"Leave him alone," Hiro warned.
"And just what are you going to do about it?" Aizawa smirked, and shoved past.
Shuichi sighed and stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt. He hated organized sports. If it were just running around and releasing pent-up energy, it would have been fine, but no. They actually had to play football. It wasn't even the football part that bothered Shuichi; hell, he could kick a ball up and down a field any day. It was the passing to other people and the rules that bothered him. Oh well, only nine more months.
"Hey, new kid!"
Shuichi turned, assuming, rightly so, that whomever it was, was addressing him.
"What's your name?" A pair of intense brown eyes watched him from across the locker room. The boy they belonged to seemed to be about 16 or 17, quite handsome in a distinctly jerk-ish kind of way. He was shirtless, showing off a well-muscled torso and toned arms. Feathery black hair fell lazily into his deep eyes and a crooked smirk played across his features. But those deep eyes were cold and cruel, and there was something decidedly arrogant about the smirk.
"Shuichi."
"Well, Shuichi. I'm Aizawa."
Shuichi recognized him as the boy who had insulted Maiko at lunch the other day. He turned back to replace his shirt but an iron grip on his shoulder stopped him.
"Don't turn away from me," Aizawa hissed, voice dangerous. "I can be your best friend or your worst enemy," he continued. "It's up to you to decide."
Shuichi's violet eyes widened at the certain threat. But.
"Heh- Aizawa-kun, I don't want any trouble."
"Well I don't really give a fuck what you want," he replied, voice loud and light. Several snickers came from spectators.
Brown locked violet for a moment, then turned back to finish changing.
"So, what do you guys want to do?" Hiro asked as the trio stepped into the bright sunshine.
The golden rays soaked into Shuichi's skin, beginning to warm him from the cold he'd felt since gym.
"I don't care, what do you wanna do?" Maiko was saying.
"I don't care, what do you wanna do?" Hiro replied.
Seeing that this wasn't going anywhere, Shuichi stepped in and said, "I'm hungry."
"Food it is!" Hiro said decisively. "Now, what do you guys wanna eat?"
"I don't care. What do you wanna eat?" Maiko said impassively.
"Pizza," Shuichi put in quickly, sensing an endless string of non- decisions coming on.
"Pizza's good."
"Ok, pizza," Hiro said, rummaging in his backpack for his house key. "What kind of pizza?"
"Just pick something!" Shuichi and Maiko shouted in unison.
"Ok, ok! Sheesh!" Hiro veered into the kitchen to order the pizza and Maiko led Shuichi into the spacious living room. Both dropped their bags and collapsed onto the couch.
"So, Shuichi." Maiko said, after a moment of silence.\
"So, Maiko." Shuichi replied.
"How's life?"
"Not bad, not great. You?"
"Not suicide bad, but not marvy."
"That's good. I guess."
"Yep."
"So, whaddya guys wanna do?" Hiro asked, returning from the kitchen, mission completed.
"Oooh! Let's watch UAlmost Famous/U!" Maiko exclaimed.
"Er.fine. Shuichi, have you seen it?"
Shuichi shook his head. "Is that a movie?"
Maiko clutched her heart exaggeratedly. "Is that a movie? Is that a movie???" She fainted back onto the cushions. "Hurry, Hiro dear! We must enlighten the poor boy of the Stillwater greatness before it is too late!"
Hiro laughed and threw a pillow at her. "Chill! He will know soon enough."
Shuichi blinked, quite puzzled, but settled back to enjoy whatever this creative geniusosity (1) was.
(1)- Don't you all love my sniglet? A sniglet is a made-up word, by the way. Yes, I know. Useless trivia. Isn't it fab?
Ok, who wants a Yuki POV? I've played with the idea, but I'm not sure, so whatever you guys out there want.
Another short chappie, but I'm trying, I really am! R&R, please?? I'll be your best friend.
"What's with him?" Hiro asked as Shuichi collapsed sobbing onto the bench next to him.
Maiko rolled her eyes. "He asked Yuki Eiri for help."
Hiro's dark eyes went wide. "Oooh! Understood. What, he called you a stupid baka or something?"
"He- hic- said- hic- that I'm an incompetent child who doesn't deserve to read Shakespeare and that the lyrical genius of IRomeo and Juliet/I is wasted completely by my idiocy," Shuichi said through his tears.
"Whoa.harsh, dude. Wait.you asked him for help with Shakespeare?" Hiro said incredulously. "But.Maiko's brilliant at his plays. Didn't you tell him?" Hiro paused, glaring at Maiko.
Maiko threw up her hands exasperatedly. "Of Icourse/I I told him. But does anyone listen to me around here? Noooo."
"Why don't you guys come over after school, and we'll cheer Shuichi- kun up?" Hiro offered.
Shuichi nodded gratefully and sniffed pathetically, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
Maiko shrugged. "Sure. It's not like I have anything Ibetter/I to do."
Hiro laughed. "Fuck you! You don't have to come! I can un-invite you right now!"
"O yeah!" Maiko jabbed her tongue out at him. "Do your worst, fiend!"
"Maybe I will!"
Shuichi giggled at the antics of his two friends, then sighed and said, "Thanks, guys, but I have to go or I'll be late for gym." He heaved his bag over his shoulder and started off towards the locker rooms, whistling Maiko's "Drenched" under his breath.
"Isn't that your song?" Hiro asked, hearing the low notes.
"Yep. I showed it to Shuichi in Drama."
"I'm so hurt!" Hiro pouted, wiping false tears from his eyes. "You won't even show it to me!"
"You'll get it when it's finished!" she exclaimed. "But let me just say, you NEED that boy in your band."
"Who, Shuichi?"
"Well, if it isn't the resident fruits," a deep voice growled from behind them.
"Fuck off, Aizawa!" Maiko snapped.
"What happened to the newest member of the fag club?" the boy continued, ignoring Maiko's glare.
"Leave him alone," Hiro warned.
"And just what are you going to do about it?" Aizawa smirked, and shoved past.
Shuichi sighed and stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt. He hated organized sports. If it were just running around and releasing pent-up energy, it would have been fine, but no. They actually had to play football. It wasn't even the football part that bothered Shuichi; hell, he could kick a ball up and down a field any day. It was the passing to other people and the rules that bothered him. Oh well, only nine more months.
"Hey, new kid!"
Shuichi turned, assuming, rightly so, that whomever it was, was addressing him.
"What's your name?" A pair of intense brown eyes watched him from across the locker room. The boy they belonged to seemed to be about 16 or 17, quite handsome in a distinctly jerk-ish kind of way. He was shirtless, showing off a well-muscled torso and toned arms. Feathery black hair fell lazily into his deep eyes and a crooked smirk played across his features. But those deep eyes were cold and cruel, and there was something decidedly arrogant about the smirk.
"Shuichi."
"Well, Shuichi. I'm Aizawa."
Shuichi recognized him as the boy who had insulted Maiko at lunch the other day. He turned back to replace his shirt but an iron grip on his shoulder stopped him.
"Don't turn away from me," Aizawa hissed, voice dangerous. "I can be your best friend or your worst enemy," he continued. "It's up to you to decide."
Shuichi's violet eyes widened at the certain threat. But.
"Heh- Aizawa-kun, I don't want any trouble."
"Well I don't really give a fuck what you want," he replied, voice loud and light. Several snickers came from spectators.
Brown locked violet for a moment, then turned back to finish changing.
"So, what do you guys want to do?" Hiro asked as the trio stepped into the bright sunshine.
The golden rays soaked into Shuichi's skin, beginning to warm him from the cold he'd felt since gym.
"I don't care, what do you wanna do?" Maiko was saying.
"I don't care, what do you wanna do?" Hiro replied.
Seeing that this wasn't going anywhere, Shuichi stepped in and said, "I'm hungry."
"Food it is!" Hiro said decisively. "Now, what do you guys wanna eat?"
"I don't care. What do you wanna eat?" Maiko said impassively.
"Pizza," Shuichi put in quickly, sensing an endless string of non- decisions coming on.
"Pizza's good."
"Ok, pizza," Hiro said, rummaging in his backpack for his house key. "What kind of pizza?"
"Just pick something!" Shuichi and Maiko shouted in unison.
"Ok, ok! Sheesh!" Hiro veered into the kitchen to order the pizza and Maiko led Shuichi into the spacious living room. Both dropped their bags and collapsed onto the couch.
"So, Shuichi." Maiko said, after a moment of silence.\
"So, Maiko." Shuichi replied.
"How's life?"
"Not bad, not great. You?"
"Not suicide bad, but not marvy."
"That's good. I guess."
"Yep."
"So, whaddya guys wanna do?" Hiro asked, returning from the kitchen, mission completed.
"Oooh! Let's watch UAlmost Famous/U!" Maiko exclaimed.
"Er.fine. Shuichi, have you seen it?"
Shuichi shook his head. "Is that a movie?"
Maiko clutched her heart exaggeratedly. "Is that a movie? Is that a movie???" She fainted back onto the cushions. "Hurry, Hiro dear! We must enlighten the poor boy of the Stillwater greatness before it is too late!"
Hiro laughed and threw a pillow at her. "Chill! He will know soon enough."
Shuichi blinked, quite puzzled, but settled back to enjoy whatever this creative geniusosity (1) was.
(1)- Don't you all love my sniglet? A sniglet is a made-up word, by the way. Yes, I know. Useless trivia. Isn't it fab?
Ok, who wants a Yuki POV? I've played with the idea, but I'm not sure, so whatever you guys out there want.
Another short chappie, but I'm trying, I really am! R&R, please?? I'll be your best friend.