Without a Sound

Disclaimer: Just the plot!

So I decided I would just write this chapter as if he has already served his suspension. Enjoy and Review!

Chapter 11

I've kind of gotten used to seeing the white bandage on my wrist. Wrapping it up isn't that hard anymore either. But I still don't enjoy the itch that comes along with the bandage.

I take a glance at the mirror in my bathroom. I was tempted to get it removed but I decided that if I got rid of it, I'd only be hiding from my problems. So I'm keeping it and I've been trying to reduce the time I stand in front of it.

My two days of suspension have passed, and during that time, I've managed to reduce my time to fifty minutes compared to the hour it once was.

All of this, without a watch to alert me. I gave my reflection a frown, only to shake my head and smile. Positive! Think positive!

When my time was up I walked out of my bathroom and down the stairs. I was met by my dog Pluto. I smiled and patted his head as he sat and looked up at me.

There was a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see Roxas smiling. 'You seem a little happier than usual… I'm glad.' He signed.

I shrugged and walked into the kitchen, Pluto trotting behind me. I opened the fridge and took out two apples. One of which I threw to Roxas who caught it at the last minute.

I shook with a laugh and he glared at me. 'Warn me when you do stuff like that okay?' I watched him say.

I signed my apology and took a bite into my apple. Roxas waved to catch me attention.

'You know… you have a pretty good arm… have you ever thought about doing a sport?' he signed.

I shook my head frantically. Hell no!

'Why not? … maybe people will stop bothering you so much if you join a team.'

I looked away from him and fiddled with the apple in my hands. Pluto nuzzled my leg, sensing my discomfort.

'It was just a thought…' Roxas signed.

I nodded, finished my apple, and walked back into the living room where I took my bag and sat on the couch.

I opened my bag and took out the twenty apology letters I had written over my suspension. I was worried my peers wouldn't accept them… I also wanted to talk to Ms. White about replacing the art I destroyed… I had a lot of things to do today.

When it was time to leave, I gave my dog a pat goodbye before getting into the car.

The drive wasn't long, and the anxious feeling I had only made the ride end faster. I sighed before exiting the car. Roxas wished me good luck before heading to his homeroom.

I took out my letters again and looked at the name on the first one. Naminé.

I might be able to catch her and a few others in her homeroom so I looked at all the names and found the ones that were also found in Naminé's homeroom. I walked inside the building and up the stairs.

People were watching me carefully… maybe they were waiting for me to snap again… I sighed and walked into the fist homeroom.

I found the four people I was looking for. I started with Naminé. I walked over to her desk; she looked up at me and jumped.

I frowned. I handed her the note and mouthed as I signed. I'm really sorry.

She looked shocked for a second before nodding and taking the letter.

The process was the same for the next three people in the room. When I left the room I looked at the letters again, grouping them by homeroom. There were five people in the next room.

I walked inside and moved to Reno's desk. He looked up and me and smirked. 'You can really make a scene when you want one, dude.' His lips formed.

I smiled. 'I'm sorry about that.' I mouthed and handed him the letter.

'Nah man, I don't really deserve your apology… I've been kicking the shit out of you for four years. To be honest, I only did it because you never told on me. I glad you fought back for once. So you can keep the letter, but stick up for yourself from now on okay?' he said.

I beamed and nodded. 'You got it' I signed.

He tried to copy the sign and I laughed. 'Nice try.' I mouthed.

'You're more normal than I thought.' I read Reno say.

I shrugged and moved on to the next person. He took the letter without a word, eyes averted from me.

I was almost through the letters when the bell rang for homeroom to actually start. I walked inside my homeroom and found the last student I was looking for.

I made my way over to Rufus' desk and I handed him the letter. 'Sorry.' I mouthed.

Rufus scoffed, took the letter, ripped it, and threw it in my face. 'Get away from me, psycho!' he yelled.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked to see my homeroom teacher yelling something at Rufus.

Rufus scowled at me and said. 'Sorry.'

I shrugged it off even though I was very hurt by what he had done.

'…stick up for yourself from now on okay?' I remembered.

I took the two halves of my letter and slammed them down on his desk, looking Rufus dead in the eye.

There was maybe ten seconds of us just staring at each other.

Rufus finally scoffed once more and took the halved and put them in his bag.

I nodded and moved to my seat.

I sat down with a small smile.

When the bell rang I realized I had Mr. Leonhart's class. I got up and quickly moved to class.

I walked in the classroom and noticed Mr. Leonhart at his desk and walked over.

I tapped his desk twice and he looked up. I smiled and waved.

He looked at me. 'Welcome back.' He said simply.

I took out my small notebook and pencil and wrote.

Are we having class after this?

He nodded and pointed to my desk. Go sit.

I nodded and sat in my desk. Other students filed in.

I sat and watched as Mr. Leonhart explained the definition of a polynomial. It was just fun to watch him work. Even though he acted like he hated doing it, his eyes always shine…

I winced suddenly when my wrist started itching… really badly.

I ignored it at first, but after five minutes I started to fidget. I shook my hand…

This only made it worse.

I hissed and started to softly tap the bandaged area with my other hand.

That kind of helped so I continued to tap on my wrist. I looked to the board to watch Mr. Leonhart teach only to see the front of the room teacherless.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jumped. I looked up to see Mr. Leonhart's irritated face. 'The tapping is annoying, stop.'

Sorry, I didn't realize. I wrote.

He nodded, gave me a strange look, and moved back to the front.

When class was over I ran to Mr. Saïx's room so that he could mark me present. He gave me a nod and I ran back to Mr. Leonhart's classroom.

When I got there I pulled up a chair and sat on the other side of his desk. I took out my notebook and my pencils and pens. When that was done I looked to Leon and smiled.

He was giving me a strange look.

What? I wrote.

He took my injured arm and looked at the bandage. 'Why were you tapping at the bandage?' he asked.

Oh… so that's what this was about. I wrote:

It itches really badly sometimes. If I scratch at it I might open the cuts, so I started tapping it. It helps a little.

He nodded and asked. 'Does it hurt at all?'

It did at first but now it just itches.

'You haven't been messing with it have you?' he asked with a very serious expression.

I sighed. No. I was very tempted at times… but I didn't. I've been trying my hardest not to hurt myself.

'Good.' He said and awkwardly patted my hair. I smiled.

Let's get started!

Mr. Leonhart nodded and took out a book.

'I think we should go over series and sequences. They a little similar so don't get confused.' He started.

The definitions seemed to make sense.

I grabbed his hand to signal him to stop.

Do sequences make up series? I wrote, confused by the combination of terms.

He shook his head. 'No, in this example you actually find a sequence using the principles of a series. It's called the sequence of partial sums.' He explained.

I frowned. I still don't get it…

He tugged on a lock of my hair. Look at this Sora.

I watched as he started entering series into a calculator. As the numbers were added, it made sense.

So the answers you accumulate as you add the numbers in the series make up a sequence.

He nodded. 'Exactly!' he said with a smile and he patted my head awkwardly again.

I huffed and wrote.

You don't have to praise me like a dog every time you're pleased, Mr. Leonhart. But a kiss would be nice… I fluttered my eyelashes and blushed.

Mr. Leonhart flicked my nose and I retracted my face to nurse the offended body part.

'You're too bold.' He said.

I rubbed my nose and pouted unintentionally.

He tugged on my hair again and pointed to my notebook.

'Mr. Leonhart' was crossed out and underneath 'Leon' was written. You can call me Leon.

I smiled. L. E. O. N. I spelled with my hands.

Mr. Leonhart, Leon, nodded and started to teach again.

-Without a Sound-

When the bell for lunch rang, I went to Ms. White's classroom to give her my apology letter and ask about the artwork.

I walked in the room to see her sitting at her desk eating a sandwich. I walked up to her and she looked at me.

'Good to see you back.' She smiled.

I nodded and handed her the letter. 'I'm sorry' I mouthed.

She waved her hand. 'It's alright. We all have our moments.' I read.

I took out my notebook and wrote:

The ceramics that I broke… is there any way I could replace them? I feel terrible about what I did.

'To tell you the truth… I really didn't like them anyway… they were probably my worst work anyway.' I read her say.

My eyes widened.

I'm so sorry for breaking your art! Is there anything I can do?

'Well, if I could put up your art instead, I'd be really happy. Your art, though very sad, is very beautiful.' She smiled again.

Would that really make it better?

'Yep. The painting of the two hands reaching for each other is my favorite. I remember how hard you concentrated on the detail.' I watched her say.

I blushed. The paintings weren't all that great.

If it will make up for what I did to your art, then it's okay.

'Good. I'll see you tomorrow Sora.' Ms. White said and I left the room.

I felt so much better now that I had apologized to everyone. It was one thing out of the long list of things I need to accomplish in order to be stronger.

I walked to the stairwell and sat on the side of the steps. There wasn't much time left of lunch so I decided that I would eat something when I got home…

Today was a good day. I think if I keep this up, I might really succeed.

I leaned against the wall and sighed. Things are looking up.