Strawberry-Scented Paper
Intro: -Gretchen Wilson, 'Red-Neck Woman'- Well… This chapter was supposed to be WAY different, but I think this idea was both cuter and fluffier. This first idea involved a hyper-active Fai beheading women with axes and having a sick sense of humor… Yeah.
A/N: -Theme #2: News; Letter- Heh… This might be a little predictable, but I hope not. Everyone is writing angsty fics nowadays... I'm glad I got some fluff in here now... (hee)
I'm fifteen, I'm a senior in high school, I like the colors blue and black, I'm proud to say I'm an honor student, and I have a boyfriend – oh yeah, my name is Fai.
Golden eyes blinked. It wasn't that he was amazed or anything, it was just so…Fai? Ashura was the said boyfriend of this note and sometimes very much regretted it. It wasn't as if he was oppressing his sexual orientation desires or was ashamed of them, rather his lover was…psychotic.
Fai – the creator of the note – smiled in a sheepish way, situated atop a desk. It was the break of fifth period. Students ran about in flurries of homework, rumors, and gossip. One might take class 3-B of the fourth-year seniors for a bunch of retarded hooligans but the truth was far from that. The end of the year was nearing. Talk of end-of-the-year-parties and end-of-the-year-pranks filled the excited-teenagers' conversing. For a select few – the honor's students – thoughts of final exams and essays filled their conversations.
Fai smiled brightly with a hint of amusement as the taller boy studied his paper intently with spontaneous twitching. His smile was sterile and bright, glittering miniscule stars and radiating hearts wherever he went. "My instructor said I should be open and casual yet somewhat sophisticated in my opening sentence. I think I did damn good on this essay may I say so myself!" he cheerfully chimed.
Ashura blinked in dismay – how the Hell Fai had the intelligence of an honor student baffled him at times. "I think you're being a little too…straight-forward."
"Yeah! My instructor told me to do that, too! I think…" Golden eyebrows bent into a confused manner as if he tried to recall word-for-word what he was told. Eventually the blond boy gave up. He was never any good at remembering anything anyone else but Ashura said or did.
"Please tell me this isn't really what you're turning in…" Ashura groaned in a slightly embarrassed tone.
Fai giggled with satisfaction. "Nah. I'm analyzing in-depth behavior alteration by personal usage of the psyche. It was either that or the all-time philosophical question, 'Justify your existence and the existence of those around you and your environment,' but that not my forte," Fai explained with a cupped chin and closed eyes. He opened his right eye first before his signature psycho-grin appeared. Cerulean eyes gleamed up with sparkles. "How about you, Ashu-Koi? What are you doing your essay on?"
"…I'm going to explain and validate the principles of slavery within the era of the Golden Rule to the-"
"That's boring!" Fai wailed, cutting off his boyfriend. His eyes squinted into a tight, skeptical pout. "Why can't you write about anything interesting?" he inquired. A bright smile replaced his latter and his eyes widened in zeal. He pointed his index finger at himself. "Like me? Why don't you write a paper on me, Ashu-Koi?"
Ashura ran a hand through his hair. "Calm down and lower your voice," he said. Fai nodded with an embarrassed giggled. Pale skin and golden orbs pondered this momentarily. "You want me to write a paper about the dysfunctional side-effects of excessive joy in the cognitive-psychological aspect?"
Fai pouted angrily. When he calmed down, he smirked to himself in amusement. "You're such a tease! I have to punish you later, you sexy-man-beast, you!" Fai squealed, tackling Ashura down and glomping him to the ground. Just as soon as the blond boy was about to move onto more suggestive moves, a man in a dark grey suit entered the room with a hastened speed.
The doors crashed behind the man – around his forties or so – as he dropped a pile of books onto the instructor's desk. "Class is not canceled! Go back to your seats, everyone! Core English Composition VI, semester two is now in session!" He pulled a manila folder out of a bag and tapped the edges on the desk to straighten them out. The clicking noise fulfilled the room as he glanced about. His eyes furrowed on Fai as the said blond reluctantly pulled off of the pinned boy and slipped into his seat.
"First," the instructor said, "I'd like you all to keep in mind that you will refer to me as, 'Sensei,' during instruction – not, 'teach,' or, 'pops,' or, 'gramps.' Just once in my lifetime, I'd like to feel somewhat respected with the least sense of dignity while instructing this class. That being said, I have a few announcements. Please congratulate Flowright-Kun who will be representing our school at the next regional spelling-bee."
The class applauded as Fai shrugged. Spelling wasn't his forte – he had an Ashura forte. "However, I'd request you not print your next essay on pink, heart-printed, strawberry-scented paper next time," the teacher stated with sharp eyes. Fai giggled in amusement. The teacher continued, "And I'd like to remind Ashura-San that you will be needed for the student council congregation next period. Lunch will be served off-campus at a high-end restaurant, so you'll have to leave class a tidbit early."
Fai's eyes widened. Ashura – his Ashura – the president of this top-notch, private-boarding academy – would be absent in the lunch-time period. This was more than a melodramatic dilemma – this was a full-blown, out-of-proportion quandary. The blond boy rose from his seat. "Sensei! Why is that? I mean, Ashu-Ko- Ashura-Kun doesn't have to be present for the-"
"Flowright-Kun, to be honest with you, I think it will be good for Ashura-San not to be kissed to death at lunch period for once," Retorted the teacher. He turned to face the black-board and grabbed a piece of crumbling, white chalk. The instructor began scribbling lines of unreadable words and turned to the class. "Please open your text-books to page Two-Hundred-and-Fifty-Four. We will begin with the second principle of-"
Fai zoned out, blocking out his dreadful instructor's voice. He was still standing, his mouth opening and closing with a loss of words. He finally plopped down with nothing more to say. Ashura's raven locks swayed behind to glance at the blond. He shrugged and then faced his correct position again.
Fai glared, pulling out his notebook and scribbling a few words on it with purple ink. He grabbed a pencil and stabbed Ashura on the back of the head with it. The boy grumbled a muffled obscenity before turning behind to glance at Fai. Fai handed him a note and he took it.
Ashura grumbled again, glancing up to make sure the instructor wasn't looking as he both read and replied to Fai's message. As soon as the old man directed into a rambling state, he unfolded the message to read.
You didn't tell me you had a meeting! (cries)
Ashura sighed, scribbling a reply and handing it under the desk to Fai. The blond pouted upon the return of the message:
I didn't know
Fai threw the message back. Ashura sighed, unfolding Fai's perfect origami swan carefully.
Can you get off early? (puppy-dog eyes)
Fai was given back a message on a new sheet of paper. He snickered in amusement at Ashura's origami tiger.
Probably not
This made him frown so Fai handed the tiger back and stabbed his boyfriend in the head with his pencil again. Ashura sighed, unfolding the paper. It was a wonder how much instructors rambled. He then wondered when was the last time he actually learned anything before he was stabbed in the nape with a pencil again and remembered Fai's note:
Wai! (cries) Who else am I going to make-out with behind the bleacher of the gymnasium with at lunch-time? (cries) P.S. I wonder how sensei knew we did that…?
Ashura sighed in annoyance. This wasn't a particularly hard problem – Sensei always ate outside during the spring and the bleachers were near and they weren't exactly quiet. Fai was not the type to hold a secret for more than a minute or secretly plan anything – unless that was super-special-birthday-sex… Oh, but that was a different matter. He passed Fai his reply.
Kiss anyone else and you're dead
Fai giggled.
Oh yeah? How're you going to know?
Ashura flipped his head behind, giving Fai a fierce glare. Fai giggled innocently once more, rolling his shoulders suggestively. Ashura rolled his eyes before the teacher called his name. "Yes?"
"You need to leaving soon, don't you? Gather your things and leave. You are excused," the instructor commented, returning to his rambling state.
Fai sighed, passing another note Ashura's way.
Great. Now you're leaving me alone with the world's most ancient artifact…
Ashura snickered, packing his belongings into a single bag. He glanced at Fai with a serene smile and mouthed the words, 'I love you.' Fai pouted but blew him back a kiss. Ashura passed Fai a note as he slung the bag over his shoulder and strolled out of the classroom.
You'll survive
About which time, Fai devised a wonderful thought. He pulled out a sheet of his best stationary and scribbled in his best calligraphy the perfect thing to say. He stood up with his right-hand extended. "Sensei! I need to deliver Ashura-Ko- Ashura-Kun a note!"
"Sit down, Flowright-Kun," the teacher sighed in an almost already-exhausted tone.
Fai pouted. "Then I have cramps!"
"Only women get periods, Flowright-San," the instructor sighed, now exhausted.
Fai pouted again. "But I'm Ashu-Ko- Ashura-Kun's woman! I'm just not a woman!"
Light reflected off glasses as the instructor gave Fai his most devilish glare (which wasn't very devilish,) "I can't even place where to begin to begin comprehending what you just said, Flowright-Kun."
"But, Senseeeeeeeiiiiiii-!" Fai pleaded, now begging in hopes he'd be able to catch Ashura before he left. The instructor shook his head again. Fai was at his wits' end and by now he was more than fed up – this was Ashura he was talking about! Fai would just have to be the bad boy he is and think of something.
Fai ran from his seat to the window, pushing it open and folding his scrap of paper into a paper airplane. Ashura was below at the academy's gate. He called out to his love, "Ashuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuura-Koooooooooooooooooooooi!" which seemed to have caught his attention because the boy's attention shifted towards Fai. The blond threw the paper plane out, extending his hand in a swerving motion. Wind was on his side, carrying the message down six-floors of classroom instruction straight into Ashura's grasp.
Golden eyes blinked, baffled by the airplane. Opening it slowly, he read:
You didn't kiss me good-bye yet!
Ashura's mouth tweaked up into a somber smile. He glanced up to see his teacher attempting to throw Fai out of the window for the sixty-seventh time since last week – the four-millionth, three-hundred-fifty-six-thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-first time since the beginning of the semester and an infinite amount since their first year.
Fai glanced his way before closing the window. It was in that split-second Ashura blew him a single, soft kiss. Even through all that space, Fai could feel Ashura's moist, warm partings against his own. He smiled, knowing that a paper about the dysfunctional side-effects of excessive joy in the cognitive-psychological aspect would be easy for his Ashura to write and that pink, heart-printed strawberry-scented paper made all the difference in the world.
Afterthoughts: I've only written on banana-scented paper… (blinks) Yay! I wrote a mini-AU! You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this for, so I'm glad I was able to write it! (squishy) Reviews make me happy, too. If you leave me one, I might even respond! (ooooh! aaaaaah!) Hint, hint? (wink, wink) You know you wannna!