"Honestly, Kaiba, I don't want you here, so just leave."
He set his briefcase on the ground. "When I was younger, Jounochi, I wanted to be a teacher. I wanted to help kids. So will you please let me at least try? If you really don't want to learn by the end of today, then I'll stop coming back." He spoke softly, close to being nice, like he really meant it.
"Uh...okay..." I sat down on a pillow on the floor, legs crossed. "So teach me."
He sat down on the ground across from me, pulling out several books. "Do you know any English words?"
"Hai, yes. Iie, no."
He pulled out a pair of glasses, putting them on, looking down at a notebook, writing. "Okay, good start. How about 'konnichi-wa'?"
"Um...hey?" I guessed.
"No. Hello. Or you can say it more casual like 'hi' and sometimes 'hey.'"
"Hello?" I repeated. "Okay, simple enough," I said, eating some more ramen. "But how do I say words like 'calasu?'"
"Class? When there's a lone consonant, try to using a soft, short 'e.' It usually works. Sounds like a fake enough English accent." He flipped through a list of vocabulary words. "Okay, here's one. Say 'puppy.'"
"'Puppy,'" I reiterated to my best ability, not sure what I was saying.
"Good, koinu."
"Don't call me a godamned-- Is that was 'puppy' means?"
"Mhmm," he said distractedly.
I got over the stupid name long enough to get through the lesson. By the time Kaiba decided to pack up, I had learned the words "red," "seven," "duel," "monster," "teacher," among several others.
"Not bad for an idiot," Kaiba said, packing up the books.
"Hey! Go to hell, asshole!"
"So am I coming back tomorrow?" he asked, not even batting an eye at the insult.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," I muttered, crossing my arms.
Instead of leaving, Kaiba made his way smoothly to me. "Jounochi," he said a bit softly, "you catch on quick. It wouldn't hurt you to try once in awhile."
"Try at what? School? I'm not going to college. And you know, it wouldn't kill you if you tried once in awhile."
"Try at what?" he said smoothly, crossing his arms.
"Being a human being. Being nice. Or at least smiling once in awhile."
A small, soft smirk, also known as a smile on anyone else but Kaiba, formed on his face. "How's this, Jounochi?"
"Could use some improvement. It looks like you're trying to threaten me. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if--"
"Shut up," he said softly, still smiling, really invading my personal space. It was like he was teasing me. I didn't like the feeling.
Backing up, I said a bit shakily, "G-get out."
He walked toward me, backing me up against the wall, still smiling. "Relax, Jou, I'm not trying to scare you."
"I'm not scared!" I yelled, my back hitting the wall. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I screamed as he leaned into me.
"Being nice," he said softly. He brought his lips to mine, taking my face in his hands.
I pushed him off me. "Nice, Kaiba, not homosexual! You fucking faggot, let go of me!" I knocked him unsteady.
He stumbled backwards a few feet, then steadied himself on my bed. He looked at me flushed.
"Get the fuck out of my apartment, Kaiba. Now."
"You're acting like I raped you."
"You might as well have!"
He picked up his briefcase. "I'll keep that in mind. See you tomorrow, Jounochi."
~~~
I slammed my fist into my wall. "That fucking weirdo! What the hell did he think he was doing?!"
I picked up my razor from the floor and dug it into my arms. "AHHHHHH!" I screamed, letting the blood and tears fall freely.
I wasn't the kind of masochism who numbed themselves. I felt the pain. Maybe even amplified. But that's what I liked.
I fell on my knees, sobbing, digging my nails into my scalp. "Shit!"
Moaning, I stumbled my way to my bed where I flopped down on my bed, sobs choking my breaths.
He set his briefcase on the ground. "When I was younger, Jounochi, I wanted to be a teacher. I wanted to help kids. So will you please let me at least try? If you really don't want to learn by the end of today, then I'll stop coming back." He spoke softly, close to being nice, like he really meant it.
"Uh...okay..." I sat down on a pillow on the floor, legs crossed. "So teach me."
He sat down on the ground across from me, pulling out several books. "Do you know any English words?"
"Hai, yes. Iie, no."
He pulled out a pair of glasses, putting them on, looking down at a notebook, writing. "Okay, good start. How about 'konnichi-wa'?"
"Um...hey?" I guessed.
"No. Hello. Or you can say it more casual like 'hi' and sometimes 'hey.'"
"Hello?" I repeated. "Okay, simple enough," I said, eating some more ramen. "But how do I say words like 'calasu?'"
"Class? When there's a lone consonant, try to using a soft, short 'e.' It usually works. Sounds like a fake enough English accent." He flipped through a list of vocabulary words. "Okay, here's one. Say 'puppy.'"
"'Puppy,'" I reiterated to my best ability, not sure what I was saying.
"Good, koinu."
"Don't call me a godamned-- Is that was 'puppy' means?"
"Mhmm," he said distractedly.
I got over the stupid name long enough to get through the lesson. By the time Kaiba decided to pack up, I had learned the words "red," "seven," "duel," "monster," "teacher," among several others.
"Not bad for an idiot," Kaiba said, packing up the books.
"Hey! Go to hell, asshole!"
"So am I coming back tomorrow?" he asked, not even batting an eye at the insult.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," I muttered, crossing my arms.
Instead of leaving, Kaiba made his way smoothly to me. "Jounochi," he said a bit softly, "you catch on quick. It wouldn't hurt you to try once in awhile."
"Try at what? School? I'm not going to college. And you know, it wouldn't kill you if you tried once in awhile."
"Try at what?" he said smoothly, crossing his arms.
"Being a human being. Being nice. Or at least smiling once in awhile."
A small, soft smirk, also known as a smile on anyone else but Kaiba, formed on his face. "How's this, Jounochi?"
"Could use some improvement. It looks like you're trying to threaten me. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if--"
"Shut up," he said softly, still smiling, really invading my personal space. It was like he was teasing me. I didn't like the feeling.
Backing up, I said a bit shakily, "G-get out."
He walked toward me, backing me up against the wall, still smiling. "Relax, Jou, I'm not trying to scare you."
"I'm not scared!" I yelled, my back hitting the wall. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I screamed as he leaned into me.
"Being nice," he said softly. He brought his lips to mine, taking my face in his hands.
I pushed him off me. "Nice, Kaiba, not homosexual! You fucking faggot, let go of me!" I knocked him unsteady.
He stumbled backwards a few feet, then steadied himself on my bed. He looked at me flushed.
"Get the fuck out of my apartment, Kaiba. Now."
"You're acting like I raped you."
"You might as well have!"
He picked up his briefcase. "I'll keep that in mind. See you tomorrow, Jounochi."
~~~
I slammed my fist into my wall. "That fucking weirdo! What the hell did he think he was doing?!"
I picked up my razor from the floor and dug it into my arms. "AHHHHHH!" I screamed, letting the blood and tears fall freely.
I wasn't the kind of masochism who numbed themselves. I felt the pain. Maybe even amplified. But that's what I liked.
I fell on my knees, sobbing, digging my nails into my scalp. "Shit!"
Moaning, I stumbled my way to my bed where I flopped down on my bed, sobs choking my breaths.