- - Ryou - -
Ryou got up the next day and repeated the same process as the day before, only alone this time. "How I miss my normal clothes...these boring things will drive me mad..." Ryou said tying his hair back as before and sighing. He left his room after another quick clothes check and walked to the classroom where they were teaching him. "Hey, its the new boy!" One brunette girl giggled to a blonde as he passed. "He's so cute!" The blonde whispered back. Ryou blushed and tugged at his collar, speeding up his walk to the classroom. He sighed and sat down at the table. "Good morning ma'am." He said smiling, as he had been told. "Very good morning to you too Ryou." The teacher repeated and examined his clothes. "You did a fine job dressing. I'm very proud." Ryou nodded lightly. "Thank you ma'am." The teacher squared her shoulders. "Today, you will be dancing with a girl." Ryou blinked. "Dancing?" He slumped. "I don't dance very well..." He mumbled. The teacher nodded. "That is exactly why you must be taught." She said walking to the door. "Oh! Come here Christy! Come here child!" The same blonde who had called him cute entered the room. Ryou stepped back, tripping over the chair and falling rather ungracefully over.
Christy giggled lightly as he scrambled up. She was a petite blonde with slight curls in her hair; she was wearing a white dress and black dress shoes. She waved. "Hello, I'm very pleased to meet you Ryou." She said curtseying. Ryou pulled at his collar. How could his luck BE so horrid?! This girl was just talking about how cute he was! Sure it was a compliment...but he was a terribly shy person as it was! He bowed slightly and smiled a bit. "H-hello...p-pleased to meet you as well M-miss Christy." He said taking her hand, as he had been taught and kissing it. He was blushing terribly. She giggled and shook her head, obviously amused that he was such a shy-guy. "Alright...now Ryou, you place one hand on her waist, and the other in her hand, we will be learning the waltz today. Christy smiled and put her hands the appropriate places and Ryou, blushing, put his hands where he was instructed. It took a long time before Ryou had the steps down...mostly he kept bumbling because of Christy. She would giggle and give him a few pointers before they would continue. "Good good!" The teacher said picking up a few books. Ryou sighed. FINALLY something other than dancing! He could get away from the girl and stop messing up! "Now to dance with poise and grace!" She said putting the books on his head. "More dancing?" He said feeling his heart sink.
Christy had been excused not long after that, being replaced by a different giggling girl, who was obviously top of the class. She helped the teacher by quizzing him as they danced. "Which color is better? White, or Cream?" Ryou made a face, trying to keep the books on his head. "Um...White?" She shook her head. "Cream." He sighed. "When entertaining one female and one male guest, do you serve the male or female first?" Ryou thought for a moment. "The girl." She nodded. "Which color is more appropriate for a formal dinner setting? Beige or Nude?" Ryou hated that question... "N-nude?" She nodded. "Good and what about tea? Which goes in first, sugar or milk?" Ryou felt his mind blowing a fuse.
Ryou sighed and fanned himself as he sat down for lunch. "Goodness..." He mumbled. His neck ached, his mind was numb and his feet burned, most likely from blisters. "Now to work on your table manners." The teacher said as a cart was rolled in to the pre-set table. "More manners?" Ryou said slumping. "My mind should explode you're cramming it so full!" The teacher huffed. "Well were you not such an unruly hooligan I needn't teach you." Ryou felt his heart sink. "Hooligan..." He said sadly. He sighed and shook his head. Perhaps his mother's friend was correct...it is very unlikely for TWO people to call someone a hooligan, unless it were true. The teacher set the food on table and then sat down across from Ryou.
Ryou looked down at his setting. "My goodness!" he said looking at the many spoons and forks. "Those are proper utensils Ryou, now pay attention" An hour passed for their lunch...it took much longer for Ryou to understand the concept of so many utensils. He practically crawled back to his room, much later than the previous night. It was ten minutes until nine o' clock! He sighed. "My goodness...I'm so tired..." He muttered undressing and pulling a nightshirt from his wardrobe. "I guess mother's friend was right about me...perhaps I AM a hooligan...a horrid, ill- mannered, sloppy, misbehaved brat..." He sighed as he put his nightshirt on. "I always thought I was such a good person...I never did anything wrong knowingly..." He sniffled picking up his journal.
- - Dear Diary - -
I guess mother's friend was right. I cant seem to do ANYTHING correctly...today I was taught how to dance the waltz, with poise and grace, more colors that all look the same, and how to eat with the proper utensils. I feel so uncivilized now...The teacher called me a hooligan as well! I will just have to try harder to do what is right...I cannot believe I have been such a horrible person. To think that all these years I have been so horrid to my parents...I only wish now, to make up for those years and learn to be a proper child. I don't WANT to be a hooligan, I just want to do things right. Am I truly such a horrible person? ...I just don't know anymore...everyone here seems so...well so refined and they all seem to know what they are doing. Then there's me...clumsy Ryou. Clumsy, bumbling, klutzy, ill-mannered, unrefined, unpoised, graceless, sloppy and simple Ryou. I tried SO hard today...to fit in. I don't think I ever will...
- - Ryou - -
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Bakura blinked. This particular entry was slightly wrinkled and the ink was blotchy in places...stained with tears. He sighed. "Poor Ryou..." He said shaking his head. It hurt his heart to read, and see his hikari's tears still lingering on such a hard time in his life. He turned the page and continued reading.
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Ryou sighed and placed the books on his head and walked to his class slowly, hoping not to have the books fall. "Oh please...don't fall!" He whispered as he walked. "Hey! Look it's the new kid!" A few boys mumbled, before a particularly tough one stepped in front of Ryou. "Hello, having trouble?" He said smirking. Ryou stepped back a bit. "Oh...n-no I'm...I'm quite alright....p-pardon me..." Ryou stuttered, trying to keep his books balanced and stepping to the side to walk around him. The boy smirked and shoved him, knocking poor Ryou to the floor, and causing his books to fall off. Ryou winced and looked up. "Why did you do that?! Now I'll have to do it again and again for hours!" The boy smirked. "Do what? I can't help it if you're a clumsy little blighter." Ryou stared. "I am NOT a blighter!" The boy picked up a book. "Whatever you say." He said throwing it to Ryou, hitting him in the stomach and knocking the wind from him. Ryou coughed. "Why are you picking on me? All I'm trying to do is what I'm told!" Ryou shouted picking up his books and standing up slowly, dusting his clothes off. Ryou almost immediately regretted getting up.
As it turned out, the boy who had picked on him was named Timothy. Ryou winced a bit. Boy, had he gotten a picking on, and a lovely trip down some stairs. His hair was a mess, his clothes were a mess and the headmistress was NOT pleased. "Honestly Ryou, I thought you were progressing so well! Apparently not..." She said clicking her tongue lightly. "Well its nothing the spiral staircase wont fix." Ryou blinked. "Spiral staircase?"
Ryou groaned as he balanced four books on his head, and silently swept the steps as he carefully walked down them. He'd ALREADY been down what seemed like a million...he'd gone down once without the broom, just the books. He sighed and stopped for a moment. His body was sore from the forced fall down the stairs, that Timothy had so happily given him, his neck was becoming numb and he still had yet another trip down the stairs with a mop and bucket! He looked out a window at the other children, who were out playing in the courtyard. He sighed again and continued his trip down the stairs. "I suppose it is only my luck..." He mumbled as he swept. "Perhaps I should take a different route to class tomorrow?...It would be a wise choice on my part. It's far better to avoid conflict than walk straight into it." Ryou commented to himself. "Perhaps I could leave earlier? Or maybe I could wait at the corner for him to pass by." He said reaching the final step. "At least they're swept..." He mumbled and started back up the stairs to get the mop and bucket. "I shall never wish to repeat THIS..." He muttered.
When Ryou finally finished his punishment, which Timothy did not receive any part of a punishment; he put the mop away and headed to class. "At least I am getting better at balancing these books." Ryou said trying to brighten his mood, as he reached the room. "P-pardon me ma'am...I finished cleaning. May I have my lessons now?" The teacher smiled and nodded. "Yes you may Ryou, come in." Today's lessons are a review over yesterday.
- - Dear Diary - -
I got into trouble today...a boy named Timothy, (whom I am none too fond of as of today...) bullied me. He knocked my books from my head, shoved me around a bit then shoved me down a staircase...I'm fine...just a few bruises. What bothers me is that I was the one punished...while he got off without even so much as a warning. I suppose I had it coming. I didn't do much in lessons today...Oh but how my body aches! All those bruises, and I had to clean a staircase of at LEAST five hundred steps...or so it seemed. I don't truly have much energy left...and I know tomorrow will be much worse on my poor body...ouch! I suppose I should go to sleep early...seeing as how I know I will be so very sore and fatigued tomorrow...I'll try to write more tomorrow friend.
- - Ryou - -
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Ryou stared. "My journal!" He yelped as the maid took it out of his room. "Sorry sir, but I have to take it to the headmistress." She said shaking her head and pocketing it. Ryou felt his heart sink. "But!" She closed the door behind her, cutting off any retort he may have had. "Oh no...my only source of sanity! How can I possibly remain sane if I can't write in my journal?" He mumbled before picking up his books and piling them on his head.
AN: Whee, I updated this and my other charming lil' story, If only for a moment, I could be like you...^_^ I will hopefully be updating much quicker, now that I have been inspired. Luv ya all and remember, review because it not only makes me write faster, but it makes me feel like my work isn't total crap! ^_^ Thanks
Mally-chan
Ryou got up the next day and repeated the same process as the day before, only alone this time. "How I miss my normal clothes...these boring things will drive me mad..." Ryou said tying his hair back as before and sighing. He left his room after another quick clothes check and walked to the classroom where they were teaching him. "Hey, its the new boy!" One brunette girl giggled to a blonde as he passed. "He's so cute!" The blonde whispered back. Ryou blushed and tugged at his collar, speeding up his walk to the classroom. He sighed and sat down at the table. "Good morning ma'am." He said smiling, as he had been told. "Very good morning to you too Ryou." The teacher repeated and examined his clothes. "You did a fine job dressing. I'm very proud." Ryou nodded lightly. "Thank you ma'am." The teacher squared her shoulders. "Today, you will be dancing with a girl." Ryou blinked. "Dancing?" He slumped. "I don't dance very well..." He mumbled. The teacher nodded. "That is exactly why you must be taught." She said walking to the door. "Oh! Come here Christy! Come here child!" The same blonde who had called him cute entered the room. Ryou stepped back, tripping over the chair and falling rather ungracefully over.
Christy giggled lightly as he scrambled up. She was a petite blonde with slight curls in her hair; she was wearing a white dress and black dress shoes. She waved. "Hello, I'm very pleased to meet you Ryou." She said curtseying. Ryou pulled at his collar. How could his luck BE so horrid?! This girl was just talking about how cute he was! Sure it was a compliment...but he was a terribly shy person as it was! He bowed slightly and smiled a bit. "H-hello...p-pleased to meet you as well M-miss Christy." He said taking her hand, as he had been taught and kissing it. He was blushing terribly. She giggled and shook her head, obviously amused that he was such a shy-guy. "Alright...now Ryou, you place one hand on her waist, and the other in her hand, we will be learning the waltz today. Christy smiled and put her hands the appropriate places and Ryou, blushing, put his hands where he was instructed. It took a long time before Ryou had the steps down...mostly he kept bumbling because of Christy. She would giggle and give him a few pointers before they would continue. "Good good!" The teacher said picking up a few books. Ryou sighed. FINALLY something other than dancing! He could get away from the girl and stop messing up! "Now to dance with poise and grace!" She said putting the books on his head. "More dancing?" He said feeling his heart sink.
Christy had been excused not long after that, being replaced by a different giggling girl, who was obviously top of the class. She helped the teacher by quizzing him as they danced. "Which color is better? White, or Cream?" Ryou made a face, trying to keep the books on his head. "Um...White?" She shook her head. "Cream." He sighed. "When entertaining one female and one male guest, do you serve the male or female first?" Ryou thought for a moment. "The girl." She nodded. "Which color is more appropriate for a formal dinner setting? Beige or Nude?" Ryou hated that question... "N-nude?" She nodded. "Good and what about tea? Which goes in first, sugar or milk?" Ryou felt his mind blowing a fuse.
Ryou sighed and fanned himself as he sat down for lunch. "Goodness..." He mumbled. His neck ached, his mind was numb and his feet burned, most likely from blisters. "Now to work on your table manners." The teacher said as a cart was rolled in to the pre-set table. "More manners?" Ryou said slumping. "My mind should explode you're cramming it so full!" The teacher huffed. "Well were you not such an unruly hooligan I needn't teach you." Ryou felt his heart sink. "Hooligan..." He said sadly. He sighed and shook his head. Perhaps his mother's friend was correct...it is very unlikely for TWO people to call someone a hooligan, unless it were true. The teacher set the food on table and then sat down across from Ryou.
Ryou looked down at his setting. "My goodness!" he said looking at the many spoons and forks. "Those are proper utensils Ryou, now pay attention" An hour passed for their lunch...it took much longer for Ryou to understand the concept of so many utensils. He practically crawled back to his room, much later than the previous night. It was ten minutes until nine o' clock! He sighed. "My goodness...I'm so tired..." He muttered undressing and pulling a nightshirt from his wardrobe. "I guess mother's friend was right about me...perhaps I AM a hooligan...a horrid, ill- mannered, sloppy, misbehaved brat..." He sighed as he put his nightshirt on. "I always thought I was such a good person...I never did anything wrong knowingly..." He sniffled picking up his journal.
- - Dear Diary - -
I guess mother's friend was right. I cant seem to do ANYTHING correctly...today I was taught how to dance the waltz, with poise and grace, more colors that all look the same, and how to eat with the proper utensils. I feel so uncivilized now...The teacher called me a hooligan as well! I will just have to try harder to do what is right...I cannot believe I have been such a horrible person. To think that all these years I have been so horrid to my parents...I only wish now, to make up for those years and learn to be a proper child. I don't WANT to be a hooligan, I just want to do things right. Am I truly such a horrible person? ...I just don't know anymore...everyone here seems so...well so refined and they all seem to know what they are doing. Then there's me...clumsy Ryou. Clumsy, bumbling, klutzy, ill-mannered, unrefined, unpoised, graceless, sloppy and simple Ryou. I tried SO hard today...to fit in. I don't think I ever will...
- - Ryou - -
~~~~
Bakura blinked. This particular entry was slightly wrinkled and the ink was blotchy in places...stained with tears. He sighed. "Poor Ryou..." He said shaking his head. It hurt his heart to read, and see his hikari's tears still lingering on such a hard time in his life. He turned the page and continued reading.
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Ryou sighed and placed the books on his head and walked to his class slowly, hoping not to have the books fall. "Oh please...don't fall!" He whispered as he walked. "Hey! Look it's the new kid!" A few boys mumbled, before a particularly tough one stepped in front of Ryou. "Hello, having trouble?" He said smirking. Ryou stepped back a bit. "Oh...n-no I'm...I'm quite alright....p-pardon me..." Ryou stuttered, trying to keep his books balanced and stepping to the side to walk around him. The boy smirked and shoved him, knocking poor Ryou to the floor, and causing his books to fall off. Ryou winced and looked up. "Why did you do that?! Now I'll have to do it again and again for hours!" The boy smirked. "Do what? I can't help it if you're a clumsy little blighter." Ryou stared. "I am NOT a blighter!" The boy picked up a book. "Whatever you say." He said throwing it to Ryou, hitting him in the stomach and knocking the wind from him. Ryou coughed. "Why are you picking on me? All I'm trying to do is what I'm told!" Ryou shouted picking up his books and standing up slowly, dusting his clothes off. Ryou almost immediately regretted getting up.
As it turned out, the boy who had picked on him was named Timothy. Ryou winced a bit. Boy, had he gotten a picking on, and a lovely trip down some stairs. His hair was a mess, his clothes were a mess and the headmistress was NOT pleased. "Honestly Ryou, I thought you were progressing so well! Apparently not..." She said clicking her tongue lightly. "Well its nothing the spiral staircase wont fix." Ryou blinked. "Spiral staircase?"
Ryou groaned as he balanced four books on his head, and silently swept the steps as he carefully walked down them. He'd ALREADY been down what seemed like a million...he'd gone down once without the broom, just the books. He sighed and stopped for a moment. His body was sore from the forced fall down the stairs, that Timothy had so happily given him, his neck was becoming numb and he still had yet another trip down the stairs with a mop and bucket! He looked out a window at the other children, who were out playing in the courtyard. He sighed again and continued his trip down the stairs. "I suppose it is only my luck..." He mumbled as he swept. "Perhaps I should take a different route to class tomorrow?...It would be a wise choice on my part. It's far better to avoid conflict than walk straight into it." Ryou commented to himself. "Perhaps I could leave earlier? Or maybe I could wait at the corner for him to pass by." He said reaching the final step. "At least they're swept..." He mumbled and started back up the stairs to get the mop and bucket. "I shall never wish to repeat THIS..." He muttered.
When Ryou finally finished his punishment, which Timothy did not receive any part of a punishment; he put the mop away and headed to class. "At least I am getting better at balancing these books." Ryou said trying to brighten his mood, as he reached the room. "P-pardon me ma'am...I finished cleaning. May I have my lessons now?" The teacher smiled and nodded. "Yes you may Ryou, come in." Today's lessons are a review over yesterday.
- - Dear Diary - -
I got into trouble today...a boy named Timothy, (whom I am none too fond of as of today...) bullied me. He knocked my books from my head, shoved me around a bit then shoved me down a staircase...I'm fine...just a few bruises. What bothers me is that I was the one punished...while he got off without even so much as a warning. I suppose I had it coming. I didn't do much in lessons today...Oh but how my body aches! All those bruises, and I had to clean a staircase of at LEAST five hundred steps...or so it seemed. I don't truly have much energy left...and I know tomorrow will be much worse on my poor body...ouch! I suppose I should go to sleep early...seeing as how I know I will be so very sore and fatigued tomorrow...I'll try to write more tomorrow friend.
- - Ryou - -
~~~~~
Ryou stared. "My journal!" He yelped as the maid took it out of his room. "Sorry sir, but I have to take it to the headmistress." She said shaking her head and pocketing it. Ryou felt his heart sink. "But!" She closed the door behind her, cutting off any retort he may have had. "Oh no...my only source of sanity! How can I possibly remain sane if I can't write in my journal?" He mumbled before picking up his books and piling them on his head.
AN: Whee, I updated this and my other charming lil' story, If only for a moment, I could be like you...^_^ I will hopefully be updating much quicker, now that I have been inspired. Luv ya all and remember, review because it not only makes me write faster, but it makes me feel like my work isn't total crap! ^_^ Thanks
Mally-chan