Kuon

"I fucking hate school" Kuon grumbled under his breath as he grabbed his books and slammed his locker door. He sneered as heard a laugh coming from his left. It was a girl he vaguely recognized as a junior and the Japanese girl he bumped into that morning. Apparently, they were having a grand old time laughing at the Japanese girls attempts to open her locker.

"Fucking morons he muttered," as he hiked his backpack over his shoulder and turned to head to his first class. Sometimes he wondered what possessed him to stay in California. After Rick passed he had the opportunity to go to Japan and act, but instead of accepting the offer he showed the president of LME his favorite finger and stalked out of the room. At least if he went to Japan he wouldn't have to go to school. A little voice in the back of his head tried to remind him that he would have had to learn how to read Kanji if he was going to make it in the Japanese entertainment industry, but he promptly told it to piss off.

The day passed by in a grey blur. For Kuon, most days were pretty much similar. Get up, go to school, make decent enough grades to keep his parents off his back, eat enough to survive and go to sleep. Since the night he took Rick's life he didn't fight anymore, but that didn't mean his anger wasn't still there. Wasn't still just simmering under the surface waiting to explode. Most people knew enough to maintain their distance. However, whether fortunately or unfortunately for him, Courtney didn't seem to mind his perpetual scowl and sharp retorts. She was the sharpest tool in the shed, but she had a dynamite body and she seemed to understand that he wasn't interested in a relationship. She didn't care because they didn't exactly have conversations. Their relationship was more on the physical level, and for Kuon that was more than enough. This was the one release he allowed himself.

So when two days after school started, while he was on his way to tutor the morons in International Affairs in Russian and Japanese, when Courtney pulled him into an abandoned classroom, he responded with vigor. He tugged on her long blond hair just sharply enough to get her to yelp as he positioned her mouth where he could plunder it easily. It really wasn't too long before she was starting to moan and writhe against him. Slowly he moved his hand up to cup her breast and began unbuttoning her blouse so feel her, skin on skin. He was just beginning to really get into the makeout session, his hand full of her breast when he heard a startled squeak. Whipping his head toward the door he sent a deadly glare in that direction.

Standing just inside the entrance to the room was a very red, very startled Japanese girl. Her eyes were so wide and expressive with her shock and more than a little fear at the glare he cast at her. In her shock, she seemed to forget herself completely and she began bowing and apologizing to an emperor and speaking in extremely rapid Japanese saying something about excuse her shameless interference, that she had the wrong room, and she would leave him to his fondling and she ran from the room faster than he could blink.

Stunned he stared at the girl for a moment while his brain slowly processed her rapid Japanese and actions, and for the first time in four years, for the first time since Rick died.

He laughed.

He laughed so hard that he was doubled over clutching his stomach. Courtney, on the other hand, was not amused. She did not find it funny to be interrupted during her time with Kuon, she did not find it funny that she was caught half dressed, and she did not find it remotely funny that Kuon had all but forgotten her existence as the little dark haired girl bolted out of the room.

"Kuon!" the girl whined, tossed her hair, and stomped her foot. "It's not funny!" Unfortunately for her, her little display just pushed the blond boy further into his mirth. Fed up with the laughter she reared her hand back and slapped her lover hard across his face and stomped out of the room.

The slap served its purpose. It sobered him instantly and he realized what happened. That he was just laughing uncontrollably. He was, for a moment… happy, and that was one thing that was not allowed.

"Rick is dead, you murderer, you aren't allowed to be happy and laughing. Not while he is underground and denied his happiness."

His pep talk put him back in the "proper" frame of mind. "It's that damn Jap's fault," He mumbled, his wrath finding a target. "She made me forget and," he said adjusting his still semi-hard shaft, "she fucked up my chance to get laid." Running his hand through his hair he glanced at his watch. To make matters worse he was late to the IA meeting. If he was late because he was getting laid then that was ok, but now he was late because he was cockblocked by a Japanese prude. Grabbing his discarded bag he made his way out of the hall and down to the room where he was supposed to be providing tutoring.

Turning the door he was surprised to see the typically anal and studious International Affairs group gathered around a chair like it was story time in elementary school. In the center of the group was the person he wanted to see the least. The Japanese girl. She no longer looked scandalized and afraid, she was laughing happily at something someone was saying and Kuon felt tempted to laugh again, just remembering her expression. Instead, he took in her happy expression and let it fuel his wrath.

As if sensing his anger the girl slowly stopped talking, shrank back in her chair and turned to look at him, a slight blush beginning to form on her cheeks. Following her gaze, the rest of the group turned to look as well. The junior girl that was with her earlier just rolled her eyes at him, not swayed at least by his ire.

"Ignore Sir Grumpsalot," She said as she nudged her new foreign friend, "Go back to what you were saying, about the school system in Japan." The Japanese girl snorted but quickly schooled her face and turned back to the group.

Kuon leveled a scowl at the junior girl He could sense that she was still uncomfortable, and embarrassed about what had happened sooner, but Kuon couldn't help but be impressed how she managed to keep what she was feeling from her face. Rolling his eyes he made his way to a chair on the other side of the room and began to work on his homework. This bunch knew the drill, he was here because he was forced to be here if they asked for help, he would help but mostly he would use the time to work on his homework.

As the rest of the hour progressed he could tell he was forgotten about by the group at large, which he was more than fine with, but every time he heard that girl laugh, he grew steadily angrier. So engrossed in his work and his anger he didn't realize when the rest of the group had left until he saw a figure move into his peripheral vision. Glancing up he frowned. It was the Japanese girl. She fidgeted nervously, her face red. The anger that Kuon was feeling settled in his chest as she spoke in a soft voice, with surprisingly good English.

"I'm really very sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you earlier. I was given the wrong room number." She bowed again, it seemed to be a habit of hers.

Throwing his book into his backpack he stood up to his full height and loomed over the girl. Who squealed and took a startled step back.

"Let get one thing straight right now," he leaned in just a bit closer to her, "You stay the fuck away from me," he said as he shoved past the now petrified girl and made his way to his car.

Alone in his car, Kuon slowly took a drag of his cigarette, and then released his breath as the nicotine settled in his system. Temporarily he closed his eyes in bliss allowing this one small pleasure as he settled back against the hood of his car. He would never dare smoke inside his car, his parents would kill him if they knew he smoked. He had gotten quite adept at hiding it from them since he started doing his own laundry. Opening his eyes again he stared at the blue sky and allowed his mind to go numb. Halfway through his cigarette, a movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. It was that damn girl again.

"What is she doing, stalking me?" the angry though broke into his mind. Getting ready to stub out his smoke and give the idiot girl a piece of his mind he noticed that she wasn't coming toward him. She was making her way down the massive parking lot and walking out between the gates at the entrance to the school. "What is that moron doing?" he wondered, "There are no housing developments within two miles of this school."