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Within the Hidden Soul
Chapter 3: An Unwanted Boy
He stood before a large, wooden door clutching the cool hand of his older brother. He stared up, waiting for his Nee-san to open the door. The little boy was nervous. He had gotten in trouble the other day, and he scolded himself for the hundredth time for letting himself get caught. The child had never been to this part of the Compound before. He was always in the East Wing, and this was the first time he had step foot there, in front of this door.
The boy watched as his Nee-san warily opened the door, revealing a man in his late thirties sitting on a futon, deep in thought. He watched as the older man conversed with his brother. He heard them muttering to each other, vague snatches of the conversation reaching his curious ears.
"I didn't expect you of all people to deliver the young boy."
"Yeah well, mother forced me to bring him here..."
Their voices died down again as they noticed the child staring at them. With a final nod, his brother left him with the stranger. The stranger had dark gray hair. He had a kind but worn face. He bent down on his knee so that he was eyelevel with the boy and held out his hand, smiling gently. Yuki hesitantly took shook hands with the man and nodded politely.
"Hello, my name is Kazuma, and I shall be your sensei. Any you would be Yuki, correct", the stranger said lightly. Yuki nodded.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, sir", the child said in a small voice that did not quite fit the mature statement. The sensei chuckled at hearing him.
"Well, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you! I was told just the other day that I would be teaching you some family traditions! I'll be teaching you firstly how to do martial arts. Next, you'll be taught how to act. Then when you get a little bit older, I can teach you some secret stuff. Won't that be interesting?", the sensei asked gently.
"Yes, sensei. Thank you for taking the trouble to teach me", young Yuki said with a bow.
"What a polite gentleman you are! Who taught you such sweet manners?" the stranger asked curiously.
"My mother", he said simply.
"Oh, really? At such a young age?", Kazuma quirked an eyebrow.
"Yes, mother said that nobody wants me anyways so I had just better learn manners." the young child said so innocently.
Kazuma frowned. What mother would tell their child such things? "Well, son, I like you, so there is no need to be so formal."
The boy furrowed an eyebrow. He looked at the older man, then shyly smiled. "You know, there's this other student that I'm just training in martial arts as a side job. He's a good kid. I think I'll introduce the two of you some time." With that, the sensei got up and led the young boy to the gardens to begin training and from the other side of the garden walls, you could here the soft "Haiya!" coming from a fragile little boy, who was oblivious to where his training would eventually take him.
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The sound of an alarm clock was heard vaguely from the confines of his mind. The teen simply ignored, until the ringing became to annoying to ignore at all. Yuki groggily sat up in bed and promptly smashed his alarm clock. He laid back down and rolled over, toppling over the left side of the bed onto his face. That woke the sleepy teen right up.
He walked, more like stumbled, to the bathroom. He had a dream the other night, something from his past. He tried to remember it, but couldn't quite do anything except conjure up a few images of a garden. He looked up into the mirror, and saw a very messy headed boy look back at him. Yuki combed his hair and went over to his cabinet. He was given his very own dorm, compliments of the high school.
He quickly dressed himself in the uniform, and glanced at the vanity mirror to check his appearance. He looked neatly groomed and ready to face his new classmates. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out the door, firmly shutting it before heading down the hall.
Yuki looked at his schedule. Homeroom class first, Room 08, class 2-B. He walked further down the hall and found himself looking at two separate directions to take. He decided on taking going to the left. He then found himself in the faculty parking lot. Yuki sighed. Now he knew how his cousin Haru felt when he got lost. He retraced his steps, and exactly 8 minutes and 32 seconds later, found himself standing outside Room 08. He was late. He sighed again and put on an apologetic face before walking in.
All heads turned his way. Then, within half a second, there was a commotion of gasps, giggles, and whispering. The teacher shushed the class before walking to Yuki, who explained in a sorry tone that he took a wrong turn.
"Ok, it's fine. Just be more careful next time." the teacher said.
"Oi, sensei! I was late to your class on the first day for being late too! Why are you letting him off the hook?" complained a student loudly.
"Be quiet you!" the teacher roared. She then turned to Yuki, "You're Yuki Sohma, right?"
He nodded in response. "OK class, we have a new student, Yuki Sohma. Yuki tell us a little bit about yourself."
"Yes, sensei. I previously lived in Okinawa with my family, which is rather large. Before that I studied abroad, acting was one of the things I was instructed in. It was decided that I attend a theatrical school, and we ultimately chose Kaibera. It is very nice to meet you all", Yuki said courteously, bowing.
"Thank you. You may have seat next to Miss Honda. Tohru, raise your hand please." A timid hand waved, and Yuki smiled. Bingo! This was perfect. He'd be able to charm her more easily if she was close.
Tohru began to feel her stomach do somersaults as the young man walked over to her. She was extremely nervous. He was the closest thing to royalty she had ever seen. She offered him a timid grin, causing him to smile a bit wider. He was about to say something when the teacher spoke again.
"Oh! And Mr. Sohma, your school tour guide, who will try to make you feel more at home will be...," the teacher looked at Tohru and Yuki said a silent YES! inwardly, "...Motoko Arima." she finished changing her glance to a black haired girl with short, wavy hair and an excited expression. Yuki inwardly groaned. That had not been what he was expecting.
Throughout the class period, Yuki kept taking sideways glances at Tohru. She was rather pretty, it was a pity he had to kidnap her.
He went through his other two classes, History of Classical Theater and Literature of Modern and Classical Plays, rather quickly. Before he knew it, it was lunch time. He made his way to the back cafeteria line. Many of the people let him cut until he was just behind a girl at the register, frantically searching her pockets. He listened to her explain that she must have left her money in her dorm. He recognized that voice. Then it clicked, it was Miss Honda. Before the person behind the register could say something, Yuki spoke.
"Here, I think this will suffice", handing the cashier some money. Tohru blushed and began to protest. Yuki held up a palm, "No, please. A gentleman would never let a lady such as yourself go without a lunch." Yuki then paid for his lunch and walked away from the speechless girl.
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"WAIT!" Yuki turned around to face Tohru. She looked nice blushing, he thought vaguely before brushing the thought aside.
"I'll pay you back later today", she said embarrassedly. Yuki smiled sweetly.
"No that won't be necessary."
"But I have to pay you back somehow. How can I repay you?" Tohru asked, flustered.
"Well, you could grace me with your presence at lunch for my first day?" Yuki said blushing slightly, suddenly embarrassed himself. Well, Uo and Hana aren't here because they're making up a test, so I guess it wouldn't hurt, Tohru thought.
"OK" she agreed.
"YUKI!" said a flirtatious voice from behind them. It was Motoko. "Would you like to have lunch with my friends and me?"
Yuki smiled graciously before replying, "Oh, I'm sorry, but I must decline. Miss Honda here has already promised to eat lunch with me."
"Oh, well, that's OK, maybe next time" Motoko said with a forced grin.
As she watched the two head out of the cafeteria to eat outside, she glared. She was going to make Yuki hers, and she would destroy anyone in her way.
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A/N
Yay! I updated rather quickly! I again kind of rushed through this one, so I'll have to look for errors. I'll fix them later...
Please review. It will be highly appreciated.
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