Demon: Damn, I haven't updated for over a year! So sorry! I kept receiving reviews and felt really bad ;;... I just haven't been on fanfiction at all lately...Got really mad at them about the whole deleting everything frenzy... But here's chapter 3! I feel so terrible --;;.
Jenrya tapped his pencil against the nearest solid, which just so happened to be his notebook. He sighed, the tapping was a nervous habit he had eve since he was a child. He just couldn't break it.
A note was clenched in the bluenette's hand. He already knew the contents, it was always the same. How many times had he thought that? Everything was so redundant these days.
"Jenrya," the cool voice spoke, sending chills down his spine. He looked up at he wrinkling woman, possibly in her early forties, or fifties. She had a bushel of curly blond hair atop her horse-shaped face. Her eyes were a light blue, etched with marks and lines. She looked like a drug addict, although it was never confirmed whether or not she really was.
Her arms were crossed over her green turtle neck sweater, as she looked him down expectantly. She held the door open, welcoming him as he entered. She offered a chair, which he graciously accepted.
"Your English teacher says you wrote something very disturbing?" She gazed at him, almost as if daring him to contradict the fact. He nodded meekly, watching her face screw up. "May I read it?" She asked in a whisper, almost as if the idea were taboo.
Jenrya produced the crinkled paper from the bottom of his bag and handed it to her, trying to smooth it out slightly.
As she peered over the words, Jenrya took the time to look over her room. It was a small office, a clock on the wall beside them, a desk taking up the full width of the room, and a computer at the moment showing the desktop. Papers and folders were scattered amongst each other upon her desk, almost covering the words on her sign: 'Ms. Ettinger.' Finally he looked back at her, awaiting her response.
Ms. Ettinger looked up when she had finished, slowly handing back the paper. Jenrya immediately dropped it in the depths of his bag.
When he looked at her, her eyes were brimmed with light tears as she removed her small frames. With a sleeved arm she wiped her eyes.
"That poem frightens me, Mr. Lee." Although it had been inferred before, the words were new. "We care about you..." She mumbled, played with her glasses. "You don't...?" She began, cut off quickly by Jenrya.
"No!" He shouted aloud, and then realizing his mistake calmed down with a slight apology. "I have no intentions." He stated once she was over his outburst.
"We all care about you Jenrya." She mentioned once more, placing a confirming hand on his. Jenrya immediately recoiled form her as if she were some parasite. Obviously, she seemed used to this, not that he doubted the theory. "If you ever need to talk-."
"I'll come to you." Jenrya finished the familiar words. "May I go?" He asked, trying to hide his slight impatience.
Ms. Ettinger seemed to have an internal struggle until she gave up. "Yes," she muttered, waving him off. Jenrya nodded, making sure she acknowledge his 'appreciation.'
Jenrya was wreck later that day. He didn't wait for me after school, wouldn't pick up his phone... I was worried about him. That was a big change for me, and a great step to admit.
The next day, Jenrya's mood didn't seem to lighten in the least. In fact, he was worse than I ever imagined. His eyes were darker than normal, made me wonder if he had sleepen at all. I don't see why he's so upset about it.
I approached him days later in English, after trying so hard to get in contact. By the time I reached him, he was a disaster. His blue hair was a complete mess; his eyes were forming dark rims beneath them, confirming my earlier assumptions.
He wasn't the Jenrya I knew. He didn't even seem to recognize me. It hurt deeply, although I'd never admit that aloud. He looked so desperate; I just didn't have the guts to ask for the first time in my life. I was at a loss; I've never wanted to help anyone before.
But I did, want to that is. I wanted to help Jenrya. Make him the boy he was, not who he is now...
I want to repay Jenrya.
I will repay Jenrya.
Ruki leaned against the locker with her arms crossed. She'd asked to go to the bathroom by the end of class, but she held hidden intentions. Instead she had gathered her necessities and was now waiting for Jenrya to approach his locker.
The bell rang, faint to her ears in the hall as she closed her eyes, ignoring those whom viewed her as an obstacle.
"Move, please." The faint voice muttered to her.
"Jenrya..." She whispered, unable to stop herself. She covered it quickly by her original scowl. "I won't move."
Jenrya didn't seem to recognize this response as he asked her once more.
"Not until you talk to me," she pressed. What seemed to be a command was more an affection response in Ruki's case. Jenrya gave a ghost of a smile, in turn creating a slight tug on Ruki's lips.
"Walking home?" He asked quietly. Ruki found this suitable and moved for him. He gave her another smile and proceeded to open his locker and remove his things.
Ruki watched him calmly, remembering just a few weeks ago how Jenrya would smile and talk to her in the process while she feigned uninterest. This time the tables were turned.
"Is something wrong?" Ruki asked when they were in the sanctuary of their own path.
Jenrya's face screwed up at the thought. "Of course not!" He snapped, and then cringed at his own hoarse voice. Ruki didn't seem the least convinced.
"Jenrya..." She mumbled in protest, opening her mouth to continue but was cut off by the honking of a horn. She glared at the black jeep that pulled up along the sidewalk.
The windows rolled down, revealing Jenrya's mother's sad, yet smiling face. "Come on, Jenrya," she urged, gesturing to the seat beside her. "Did you forget our appointment?" She asked, leaning over to unlock the door for him.
Jenrya twitched at the mention of this 'appointment.' He turned hopelessly to Ruki, who just sighed and waved him off. He gave her another faint smile and walked into the car. With a slam he looked over at her, but did nothing else.
"Oh, do you need a ride?" His mother asked, as if just realizing her presence.
"No, thanks."
"Alright!" Mrs. Lee drove off, waving to the girl she hardly knew.
Ruki stood for a few minutes, watching the car in the distance. She was worried about Jenrya...She couldn't help it.
Ruki closed the door behind her. She called out to her grandmother, announcing her arrival.
"Where's mom?" She asked, sounding disinterested as she passed by the living room. Her grandmother looked from her activity, smiling kindly at her granddaughter.
"She went to her therapy session," she replied. Ruki nodded, remembering it was Tuesday, her mother's mandatory therapy session. She had wanted her to attend, but she refused greatly. "She should be back soon," as if on cue the front door opened and closed.
"I'm home!" The cheery voice called out, joining the other two in the living room. Rumiko, Ruki's mother, smiled brightly, dropping her coat on one of the chairs and taking a seat in it.
Without anyone asking, Rumiko began a long, in-depth description of her visit. Ruki thought they were supposed to be private. Ruki shook her head and proceeded out of her room until one of her mother's comments stopped her dead in her tracks.
"...And that boy, what was his name? The one Ruki likes? ...oh, yes! Jenrya! He was there. Looked like he was being put to death!" Her mother laughed at what she thought to be a joke at his expense.
Ruki stayed in the doorframe of the living room, starring darkly at the wall before her.
Jenrya was in therapy?
Demon: ::sulks, still feeling terrible::
Angel: Look, there's plot n.n
Demon: Yeah.......please don't flame me! Maybe I'll keep writing ;; I just got a sudden hit of inspiration tonight....... Actually it's almost 2:00 A.M....... But I hoped you enjoyed it, nonetheless! I also realized that it seems to be one-sided on Ruki's side (the 'relationship') so if I get good reviews I'll write it with Jenrya's feelings towards Ruki! And if you want, I could put in some Juri and Takato? I owe you guys, so you better take the opportunity! ;; So sorry!
A/N: When I put this up earlier the break's disappeared and there were too many dots for the '...' thing. Sorry about that. Like I said, I haven't been on for a while now, so I didn't know I had to stop doing the '.........' thing ;;. Gomen!
