A/N: Thank you all! I love all the reviews! And I will work hard! And maybe soon I'll update Locked as well. I hope you enjoy. Also, thank you for those who gave their suggestions, all of you who RR are greatly appreciated and lift my muse to a higher order. -smile-
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Claimer: my OC… mine
Please forgive typos
Warnings: I think OOC-ness and most especially randomness…
Different
Silently wishing you'll spare me a glance
The air was crisp and the sun was up high above them that afternoon. The room was never silent, ever since Schuldig had become a teacher. Even if it was only his 3rd class they can all tell it will never be disturbingly silent. It seems that Miss Delia was hit by a car and won't be back for sometime, 2 months or so but Schuldig had signed up to be a permanent teacher and by that news everyone was overjoyed.
Well, almost everyone.
Ran tried to calm himself. Singing 'happy' songs in his head despite the chaos stirring in him, image of him stabbing Schuldig with a katana REPEATIVELY, image of him choking Schuldig with a pillow and other things like rope and chains and strings, image of him drowning Schuldig in the middle of the Antarctic Sea, image of him pushing Schuldig off a building as tall as the Eifel Tower…
Schuldig this and Schuldig that… Schuldig everywhere!
He didn't understand why he was so pissed off or why he was so tangled up in wanting the German dead. Maybe it was because he had an air around him that just wants you to chant, 'die, die, die'. He didn't know and he tried not to care. He was just thankful that blonde didn't show up today, maybe his pride was greatly wounded. Who knew…
"If you don't have a heart, don't paint. I repeat my words yesterday, with no substance, no emotion, no inspiration, you're only really good at using a pencil." Schuldig half lectured, you can't really call it one since it was like you were talking with a friend and that's probably one of the good qualities of the German. He walks, talks but is never a bore like most professors. (namely Mr. Hall to his left) "Either that or you're heartless and can't draw to save your life and that would just mean you suck and you don't belong in my classroom." He remarked and it was followed by a series of laughter, he brought a out grin, running a hand through his hair and made the girls jump in their seats with excitement.
He had canceled out his headband and shades today. He explained earlier that he was in a meeting with, quote, 'the rich, sophisticated and most of the time very dislikable people'. He had a charm to him most knew but little understood why he reveals it so casually.
Once again it was one of his more likeable traits. He had explained that as well before he had begun his class.
"Now…" He continued. "since this is actually my first time teaching, I'd like to set a few rules…" Some groaned in disappointment at that comment, even the ones in the other side of the classroom who were bored of note copying. "I know you guys aren't kindergarten students anymore but I'd like to set my foot down in occasions namely, number one…" With that he hopped on his desk, moving back on the surface he folded his legs in an Indian sit. "No one sits, or touches this desk…It is mine and you never touch what is mine unless I tell you too." He said patting his replacement of a chair, a remark that was followed by laughter. "Number 2, what I say goes… if I tell you to put red in your painting put red, if I tell you to shade it darker then do it. Number 3, I'm usually late for class because I have other things to do so while I'm away you make sure you don't bother Mr. Hall, just because he isn't as hot as I am… don't blame the guy for being demure." Another series of laughter followed and a blush coming from the teacher along with a glare of anger. Schuldig smiled but shortly it was replaced with a gleam of something evil, possessive.
Ran gulped, sensing an omen. And he doubt other people didn't notice. He hopped of his desk and turned to look at the board, walking toward it casually, as if he was hiding something from others' view.
"Now!" He suddenly interrupted, mood becoming the usual happy-go-lucky. Turning back with a quick twist body leaning on the blackboard. He silenced everyone again, making the room calmer and unafraid of his darker self. "Since that's done,…" He paused. "I have an assignment for you all." There were groans of protest but he ignored it, grinning madly. "There was a poet, a writer by the name of Edgar Allan Poe…" He said walking, staring at the faces of his students, making sure they were listening, watching him. "He had written a short story about a man and his revenge and that title of that story was, 'The Cask of Amontillado'(1)." He paused and glanced at Ran, seeing the gleam of interest in his eyes and smiled in his mind.
Ran was familiar with this story, he has read it and found it strange that they were discussing literature and not art.
"There was a line there that Edgar Poe had written there in a foreign tongue that says, 'Nemo me impune lacessit' , translated, 'No one assails me with impunity'(2)." He paused making sure the language and the words had properly sank in. "What does this have anything to do with Art? Well, everything is oriented with Art, that I will teach you and by the line 'No one assails me with impunity' I want you to draw, paint whichever you prefer, anything that is related to the line, I suggest reading the story yourselves." He stopped in front of his desk and sat on it again. "Due from tomorrow till the end of the summer." He smiled.
The bell rang and everyone sprung from their seats. Walking out with happy faces and companions, Ran, in not too much of a hurry slowly stood up from his desk. Once again listing down what he had to do. He stood up then, walking out of the room.
Barely noticing the eyes that watched him from behind.
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"Lance, I don't understand why we have to do this…" Crawford said through a headset with a tiny mike connected to it. He was seated cross-legged in the comfortable limo with red velvet covers and the smell of Schuldig's cologne. Outside of the vehicle was a red headed man who walked like with grace of a cat, on his way to whatever he intended to do. He'd never say it aloud but Schu was good in finding a nice piece of as- art. A nice piece of art. "I know he looks good but I don't think stalking is necessary. The man must be famous with women he might have what do you call those… fan sites?"
"Never mind that! I want to see, well hear what he does, like hell will I listen to those wanna be stalkers!" The German tone blasted through his headset. "Now, go stalk him. I know you're good at it. Don't try to hide it from me… I know you secretly watch Fredrich…" Crawford rolled his eyes at the comment.
"Please, Lance, this is not the time to pour gay insults at each other."
"Excuses…"
"Shut up."
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Ran took the loaf of bread from the shelf of other wheat products and placed it in his basket of other groceries. Here, as a normal man restocking his food supply and nothing more. First he went to get another job, which wasn't as hard as he thought it was since the people were rather friendly, a flower shop named the 'Kitten in the House.(3)' His first job was at fast food restaurant he was a dishwasher but he needed more money and he was also planning to work another part time job or ask for money in the streets, singing and playing the guitar with his hat on the ground like some sad beggar.
Luckily the last of the list of occupations were denied. He had too much pride to impress people for money. He plays and sings to express, relieve himself from stress and the hard trials of his life and not anything else. He knew at times he was rude and cold… but he was never too overconfident. Enjoys trampling on the dreams of an enemy, yes but never too proud to get him wrapped in strings he couldn't see.
At least he knows he isn't.
In the midst of his thoughts he shot up, straightening his back at his uncanny sixth sense and looked around. Somehow he felt watched, he felt it as he walked the streets and he feels it once again. He knows all too well what it feel to have eyes darted your direction, he's felt his own daggers before. Sighing, Ran tried his best to shrug it off and headed toward the counter, completing the list he had written in his memory. He lined up patiently behind two other people. One woman who was in a hurry, her face agitated at the slowness of the cashier man, who seemed to have issues with technology as he tried to work the cashier. Newbie. And the other one directly in front of him was wearing a black trench coat which scared him off at first.
It was expensive looking, international. His hair also was unusual in color, reddish-brown long and braided. Like a must more masculine color compared to Ran's own locks, he smells very foreign as well, a cologne he was sure he had smelled before. He thought for a moment…
Schuldig.
He hissed in his head, For two reasons, first how he seemingly seemed to have that cocky foreigner's scent printed on his memory like an ink stain on fabric and the second was how his thoughts of any foreigner led to the German.
"Excuse me?" He heard a slightly low but elegant voice, said in Japanese enter his brain, it had a foreigner slur and despite the weird coincidence it was German. Instantly, he snapped back to reality and saw the man in front of him, gazing with worried green eyes. His face was well-carved, skin fair and was neither too slender or too buff. He was gorgeous and seemed to very optimistic. Clad in a black button up shirt the top two buttons open to reveal his cream skin on the neck portion, brown pants and a black belt. He noticed that the foreigner had something weird to him, around the area of his neck; it was longer, slender but not enough to make him disproportioned shoulders not very broad but strong.
Ran blinked once, he looked a little like someone. He just couldn't say who. (A/N: Who wants to guess who this is?) Ran, catching himself staring he slapped his head mentally and tried to pull up a smile but ended up looking neutral.
"Yes?" He answered, trying to be polite.
"If you don't mind me asking…" He paused, smiling brightly, a polite smile with his eyes closed headed tilted very slightly. "But do you play the guitar? And did you take voice lessons?"
"Eh?" Was the only reply Ran could muster after a strange pause. How did he know?… He knows barely anyone could see, not even guitarist and singers alike can tell. And who'd ask such a question in all places?
The stranger's smile grew wider. "It's your fingers, I noticed it when I turned back. It's healed from a long years of practice, but there are signs of small wounds. And your voice is quite mature, it's full and well trained." Before Ran could reply the man excused himself and turned back to pay attention to the line that now started to move.
After the man had bought his goods he waited for Ran to finish up his groceries, still smiling. Ran looked at him in silent amusement, he wasn't at all in anyway evil… so far.
"So you do know how to play the guitar?" He asked again and Ran nodded silently. "Hm. I knew it. And voice too?" He was blessed with another nod of agreement. He smiled wider. He extended his hand. "My name is Gabriel Falko, nice to meet you Mr…?"
"Fujimiya Ran." He said, taking the hand and he shook. "Are you foreign?" The answer was obvious but he wanted to start a conversation, even if he didn't like outsiders, even if he was a semi-racist he couldn't help but be drawn to this specific person, maybe because he thought he had seen him before.
Gabriel nodded. "I've only been here a few weeks along with my relatives. We have business here in Japan." He spoke, fluently in Japanese. "Fujimiya-san, do you mind if I walk with you?"
Ran thought for a moment. "Are you sure? Where do you live?"
"Kind of near. I wanted to come here and by some batteries and I didn't bother to let someone else do it for me. I'd like to see this place a little more, with you if you don't mind." He answered, ever so elegant and courteous. Ran was trying to understand the situation he was in, Aya was going to be late and said she'd ride home with a friend that problem was set. Homework of any sort was due either nest week or a month from today and that's nothing to huge. Groceries… he can't walk around with groceries.
The foreigner, sensing his tension just maintained his smile. "Am I asking too much from you? It's fine if you can't show me around, Fujimiya-san, maybe when you can instead."
"No… It would be rude of me if I didn't show around after you asked so nicely." He sounded calm. "But if it's alright with you if go to my apartment first so I can drop my things?"
"No I don't mind." Silently they both walked out of the store.
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I'm going to not tell Schuldig about this… He thought silently in his mind as he watched the Ran walk out with a certain foreign man. Still in his car calm and sophisticated, whispering orders to the driver in front of him as they drove toward them in secrecy. He had to admit he enjoys playing the cat who stalked his prey. Somehow though he felt it to be rather out of his job description.
"Crawford, what are you not telling me?" Schuldig asked through the headset and made Crawford jump, not uncharacteristic enough though to say he was somewhat wondering how he knew he was hiding something. "It's been silent…" he answered as if knowing the American's train of thought.
"He left the grocery. He appears to be heading home." He answered coolly. "Anything else you'd like to know?"
"Anyone else with him?"
"No, no one." He snickered silently in his mind. Watching from where he stalked, trailing behind the pair like a shadow.
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At a span of 3 hours he had shown him all he had to know. Tokyo was pretty huge but he only revealed him what he needed to know. The malls and the stores and where to get this and that, there was no need for sight seeing since Gabriel had informed him that he only wanted to know places which will be handy when it came to clothes and food and Ran followed the request.
Ran liked him quite enough, despite him being German and a stranger. He had a courteous and silent charm. He was patient and funny. They also had the same hobbies, Gabriel was a musician. He plays the violin, only then did Ran recall why he had seen him before. He was a violinist, famous in around Europe and he came here to harness greater skills and gain more fans.
"Ne, Fujimiya-san?" The German asked, as they both walked through the last place Ran had decided was pretty important, the park. It wasn't in the list but it was a place everyone who lived there should know, in his perspective at least. The sun was on its way down and there was scenery of the sunset, there was starting to cool and the people were leaving.
"Hai?"
"Can I ask for advice?"
Ran looked at him confused. Advice? Why him? They barely knew each other and they just met today and-
The trail of thought was interrupted by a ring of the phone. Gabriel smiled and excused himself, taking the call. After nods and 'okays' he canceled the call. He turned back and gave a heart warming beam. "Gomen, Fujimiya-san. I have to get going. Will I see you again some other time?" Ran nodded, not really meaning to but on impulse. Gabriel maintained his smile, taking a phone card from his trench coat. He handed it to him. "Call me if you need anything." With that he ran out of the park, he turned back. "It was really great meeting you!" With that he left Ran alone.
TBC…
(1). The Cask Amontillado is a story, if I'm right about noble who wanted to get back at his friend for mocking him, thus bring him into the catacombs and leaving him to die. The name of this friendis 'Fortunato' which stands for hislove wine and liquor.There are lots of sites in the internet for info on this in case you want to know more. Very nice story, soI recommend it for the angsty and the Poe lovers.
(2). 'No one assails me with impunity' is a line for the vindicated. Which I think in normal English means, 'no one will mock me without getting the proper punishment.' (Or something close to it.) Which is indeed for the evil and vengeful. –evil grin- I love Edgar Allan Poe!
Wahahaha! Short chapter… sorry. But I think I'll update again soon… hopefully.
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