Chapter 4
By aZn dReAmEr xD and ANGELforSHOW
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Ulrich couldn't help it. He was thinking about her.
She was only an instructor.
'A gorgeous one at that,' his mind seemed to add.
"No!" he told himself. "Just a good instructor--a cute one too."
"NO!" a large smack from his sturdy hands was his punishment.
"Ulrich?" there was a knock on the door. Midori-san. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Midori-san," Ulrich replied dismissively.
"Okay, if you say so…" Midori-san sounded a little nervous, but she seemed to shrug it off as Ulrich heard her footsteps go down the hall.
Ulrich sighed, staring at the blank, unwelcoming ceiling. He stretched his sore muscles, reminiscing today. He smiled slightly, remembering the delicious lunch he had shared with Yumi.
Okay. She was a good cook, a good fighter, she was beautiful and smart and nice and a good person.
What else could she be?
… A lot of things he didn't know.
He smiled wider. He practically felt blessed to be in her presence- much less her student.
He felt pathetic. Was there an antidote?
If there was, he would buy ten bottles of it- just in case.
-
Soft green grass caressed her bare legs, making her sigh with relaxation.
She felt guilt. Lots of it.
Of so many things she could not name. So, so many things.
H-how could her parents even think of such a thing?
Only for their own fortune, only thinking of themselves; of the riches they'd gain by doing it.
Yumi felt like- pounding the grass, screaming to her heart's content. There are times when you just feel like exploding with anger, from an overdrive of emotions. This was one of them.
She felt liquid crystal tears form in her eyes, and she blinked rapidly, tearing out a few strands of grass in frustration.
Just then, a figure came behind her.
"I can help you, child. Come with me…"
The sun was bright the next morning. There were no lessons today. The flowers were bright, the clouds were heavenly and carefree…
And the handsome brunette boy was in Dreamland.
And he was in it with "you-know-who". The wind, the sun, the clouds, the smell… it could do that to you.
"Ulrich!"
The trance was broken by an annoying voice and a foul smell. Ulrich woke up immediately, irritated that he was snapped out of his dream.
"Whaat…?"
"KONICHIWA!"
"That's a fake voice, Odd. Just drop it."
Odd was from France as well. His mother was a servant for the Sterns, and was a good friend of Mrs. Stern. Odd had grown up as Ulrich's good friend, as well as their servant. But he was really too lazy to be of much help… He usually just fooled around and helped move stuff.
"… Okay… you're no fun…"
"Glad to hear that."
"So, how did the lesson with Wakamuji-sensei go?"
Ulrich shrugged, trying to keep his composure. "He got a new job as a doctor."
"… Oh. Your father must have been... infuriated." Odd grinned to himself for using such a "big word".
"...Nah."
"Huh?"
"Nope."
"… What happened?"
"I got a new teacher."
"Oh, what's his name?"
"HER name." Ulrich corrected his blonde friend.
Odd grinned mischievously, raising an eyebrow. "It's a she, ehh?"
"… Yeah, so?" Ulrich pretended to be casual.
Odd studied his friend. "You like her, don't you?"
"Of course not; she's only my instructor…"
"But she's more than that."
"No she's not!" Ulrich was getting really steamed up.
And when he got steamed up, that meant he was getting humiliated. And in this case, getting humiliated meant he liked her.
See, Odd logic, yes?
… More like Hiroki logic, but still. Odd was a blond, and as the rumour goes, blonds weren't all that smart. Even though their other blond friend, Jeremie, was smarter than average, proving that not every blond was as dumb as Odd.
"Hm, hm. Where is she?"
Just like Odd. Wanting to know where she is before he even knows her name. Weird guy.
"I don't know."
"Yes you do!"
"She's probably at her house, smart one…"
"… Where's her house."
"In India."
"REALLY!"
That rewarded him a slap.
"Guess not…"
-
Yumi walked out of the guy's hideout, feeling dejected and ashamed.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Her family would be happy to hear the half of her news. The other half-- not so happy.
No, nothing had happened there. She had made a deal with him that would guarantee wealth. At least enough wealth to make her agree to his deal.
But it had also helped that he had made her half drunk. He had led her to his hideout, forced her to drink some alcohol, making her woozy. She hadn't been able to think.
Which is why she accepted the deal.
And the effect of the drug is that she wouldn't remember where his hideout was- and not only that, she had particularly remembered this one part: If she didn't do what he said, he would be sure that "something would happen to her family".
She couldn't let that happen. Even if her student--
No. She wouldn't think that. She would obey the guy.
Besides, Ulrich didn't mean anything to her. He was just her student, right?
Yes. Right. This guy had promised her wealth beyond what Ulrich could give her for the lessons.
… Still.
She felt so… so much worse than what she felt before…
But at least some effect of the drug was still on. Then she could hallucinate for the rest of the day and feel happy until tomorrow.
When she would be miserable and cry her eyes out.
… Hooray.
Next Day:
As predicted, she felt horrible. Miserable. Depressed. Unhappy. Backstabber. Terrible. Awful. Ashamed.
What other words were there?
… Lots.
Yumi went into the fields, breathing in fresh air. She needed it.
She only hoped for the best and the least damage possible.
The least damage possible?
...No one dying.
Greattt.
A/N:
Jenn: Hehe. Foreshadow. Turns out I finished the chapter like a month or two ago already. I just forgot to post it. Teehee. ... Yeah. Edited (barely) by Isabel. Woohoo! Mmph, I want sushi.
Isabel: Well...next chapter is mine! Now, ya'll sit back and don't hold your breath. You know MY track record with updating...Heh heh...
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- jENN
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