How you live your life makes you is a fic so I own the plot and all author own characters I have created for this story
After School Nightmare belongs officially to Setona Mizushiro.
Now let's find out the reason behind Sou's strange behaviour last chapter
By the way can some one tell me how to call a first chapter something other than chapter 1, since I seriously have no idea. By the way the first chapter is known as Strange Behaviour
Sou had been absent from school the next day leading Mashiro to continue to wonder about Sou's strange behaviour the previse evening, not even a bright couple conversation between him and Kureha at lunch time could drag him away from those particular thoughts. Kendo practice should help me clear my head Mashiro thought as he headed towards the dojo.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
"Ichijo can I ask a favour of you" asked the leader of Kendo club Kurosaki
"Of course Sempai" replied Mashiro who was only to happy to help
"Could you go check on Sou fro me?"
"I thought Sou was no longer part of the Kendo club"
"He has yet to hand in his resignation"
"Ah" was all Mashiro could mange to say"
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Why are you doing this Mashiro he siad to himself as he walked along the corrider to Sou's room.I should have politely decliend,Sempai knows we don't get along and I'm sure he would have understood. Mashiro heard and saw Sou's door opening caused him to become nervous and to completely avoid the possibility of Sou, Mashiro ducked under the stairs located at the end of the hallway. This is brilliant thought Mashiro, I don't have to actually talk to Sou I can just look at him and see if something's wrong as he leaves his room.
But it wasn't Sou Mashiro saw coming out of the boy's room, it was a guy, who even though was dressed in the male school uniform was no student. He looked to be mid- to late twenties and his dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The fake student must of realised that he was being watched and looked straight in Mashiro's direction, Mashiro shrunk right back into the shadows and dared not breath even though the man was a good distance away. Satisfied the man turned away then took out a white hankie-chief from his pocket and whipped his left hand before letting the hankie-chief flutter to the ground and walking away.
Mashiro waited until he was sure that the man was on the ground floor at least before leaving his hiding place and picking up the previously thrown away hankie-chief. There was a large red stain growing as it was soaked in to the hankie-chief's fibres and when Mashiro put the satin up to his nose he became seriously worried. The satin was blood, Sou's blood? Fear and dread whelled up within Mashiro and without a second thought for the rules of educate he barged right into Sou's room, and what he saw made his blood run cold.
"Oh God" said Mashiro as he surveyed the scene in front of him. Sou was bent double near the end of his bed Obviously in pain and a small pool of blood was forming on the flood from its source somewhere on Sou's face.
"Sou?" said Mashiro as he bent down to get a better look at the dark haired boy. Sou looked up and Mashiro was relived to see that most of the blood was from a nose bleed and a cut on Sou's lower lip. Thank God Mashiro thought, even thougt he didn't know why . However the more he looked at the dark haired boys face Mashiro noticed that his right eye was barely open and the left one looked really dull. What is going on? he thought to himself.
"Ich…hijo….please…hel…p me up" came Sou's voice sounding laboured
"Ah…yes" said Mashiro, and he placed his arms under Sou's shoulders. By having his body right next to Sou's Mashiro knew that Sou winced in pain as he locked his arms in place to support the other boy. But that was just the first of many winces from Sou as Mashiro stood him up and lead him to his bed. Once Sou was sitting Mashiro ordered that Sou tilt his head back with the hankie-chief on his nose until the bleeding stopped.
"I'm fine" said Sou after about fifteen minutes, "It was just a nose bleed …and a cut lip"
"Nose bleeds and cut lips generally don't make people fall to the floor in pain Sou" Mashiro retorted
"Well I'm anaemic" answered Sou, but Mashiro shook his head
"Nice try but no way are you anaemic, but any way Sou who was that guy I saw leaving your room"
"Just an old friend"
"Who beat you up?"
"Why do you care Ichijo?!" said Sou, his dull eyes becoming hard "It doesn't concern you" Sou tried to rise off the bed to gain some hight over Mashiro, but he just collapsed back on the bed breathing hard
Mashiro exhaled while closing his eyes " You're right it doesn't concern me, forget I ever said anything"at least until I find out what the hell was going on in here he added silently.
Clapping his hands together to show Sou he meant business Mashiro said " Alright you need to go clean up Sou, so go have a shower, while I go down to the main office and get something to clean the floor with". Sou's lips moved to a cross between a smile and a smirk.
"What?!" asked Mashiro
"You sound just a like mother "said Sou his lips taking on more the shape of a smirk.
Mashiro hoped Sou didn't see him blush as he rushed out of the room.
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Mashiro retuned to Sou's room a few minutes later cleaning products in hand. I hope Sou's okay I just left him on the bed and it seemed like he could barley move. But Sou wasn't in the main part of the room. Did he mange to make it to the shower Mashiro thought as he opened the door to the bathroom.
"So…" what Mashiro saw when he opend the bathroom door stoped him in his tracks. Sou was standing in front of his bathroom's full length mirror with a towel around his waist dripping wet. Sou's upper body was covered in bruises, centred on his stomach and his dark eyes were red rimed. Mashiro closed the door quietly and leaned against the wall tears in his eyes. Sou was obviously in a lot of pain if he had been crying, what the hell is going on here? Mashiro thought himself, for the second time that day, as he wiped the tears away from his eyes unsure what had set them off.
Hearing the bathroom door open Mashiro quickly positioned himself in a keeling position over the blood stained floor.
"Ichijo?" came Sou's voice barley a whisperer
"Ah…Sou" said Mashiro looking up, thankfully Sou had changed in the bathroom, but by the way he was holding him self Mashiro knew that the boy was tried both metally and physically. Gone was his proud self-righteous posture which was now replaced with stopping and hunching and his passionate dark eyes were once again dull
"You should get some sleep Sou"
"Uh, and what are you going to do?'
"What?!"
"I really don't feel comfortable having you in my room, let alone have you hear while I'm sleeping". Damn even when he's in pain he's still an arrogant jerk. Sou eyes darted to the floor before landing back on Mashiro,
"You have five minutes" he said as he made his way to his bed
"Eh?"
"That floor cleaner only needs to be in contact with the floor for five minutes" replied Sou fully in his bed, Mashiro looked at the directions Sou was right.
"Sou how did you know that?" he asked, but all Mashiro herd was a mumble that went along the lines of having to help with the house work at home.
When the five minutes were up Mashiro took his leave, but not before having one last look at Sou.
While he was asleep Sou looked like a completely different person, he looked at peace. This thought caused Mashiro smile, He noticed something glittering from the bedside table Picking it up Mashiro saw that it was the key to Sou's dorm room. Had Sou let his attacker in? Well if that was how things had happened Mashiro wasn't going to let it happen again.
Mashiro put the key in his pocket and retrieved a piece of paper from his bed side draw he explained to Sou what he done folded the paper in half and wrote蒼 (Sou) on the side closest to the sleeping boy. Mashiro then exited the room locking the door behind him.
To be continued…
Thank you WingsofZero for your wonderful review. However I will only put up the next chapter if I receive more reviews. Also from now on I am going to be placing excerpts from the coming chapter on my page so go have a look.
Dedicated to my geography teacher Dr Greg Crombie, may God hold you forever in the hollow of his hand.
