I stumbled out of bed at a quarter to six, hit my head on the over hanging bunk, staggered into the bathroom and stood under the shower until someone banged on the door telling me to hurry up. On the side of the sinks bench was the towel rail and on that was my warm and fluffy towel waiting for me. I wrapped it around my waist and opened the door letting steam out of the room. A monster groaned and waved his arms around like a maniac making the steam go away. The half naked zombie ran his hand through his hair. "Why must you be so sexy?" Sora slammed the door to the bathroom and woke Osore. Osore sat straight up and babbled something. Water trickled down my face and I slicked my bangs out of my face. My eyes wondered over to Miyuki's bed. It was empty and perfectly made. I looked at the time, it was unusual for Miyuki to be up this early. Osore yawned "Good morning Arashi. Jesus Christ dude, put something clothes on." Osore has always been the politest one out of our posse. I smirked and walked over to the closet. We had one part of the closet each. One draw and one section of the pole where you hang your clothes. It's interesting about how you can tell ones personality by how they organize their clothes. For example, Osore's section of the wardrobe is perfectly neat and tidy, Miyuki's section is neat but their are a few shirts that have been crumpled, Sora's draw looks more like a washing basket and all the stuff that's meant to be hanging up is on the floor and mine, it's neat and tidy, just unorganized. I took my uniform out of the closet and placed it upon my bed. To amuse myself, I took my towel straight off around my waist in front of Osore. I laughed, but he just frowned in disgust. I sat on my bed and put my watch on, it was a rolex that my dad had bought me for my sixteenth birthday. Sora stepped out of the bathroom and looked at me sitting on my bunk naked. He blushed bright red and shut himself back into the bathroom. I heard the door lock. Osore and I bellowed in laughter. After a moment, Osore cleared his throat and went on doing what he usually does. I through my bonds high top boxers on, slipped my shirt on, but didn’t bother doing the buttons up just yet and pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans that had a rip in them under the knee. I didn’t bother buttoning them up either.
I walked into the living area of our dorm. I was tired, still wet from my shower and hungry. Not a good mix. A snore snorted from the sofa infront of the television. Miyuki was sound asleep. He was still wearing the same clothes from last night. We must of got back to the dorm in the early hours, I had been so tired I wouldn’t of noticed Miyuki not go to bed. He looked like hell, but in strangely a cute way. Dark circles were under his eyes and he needed a shave. That boy wasn’t use to going to bed late obviously. His sandy surfer hair covered his left eye and was a mess. I put my hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. He breathed out my name, opening his eyes slightly looking straight at my crotch. What a lovely thing to see when you wake up? Sun poured through the windows open curtains. Miyuki pulled a cushion over his face and complained for another 5 minutes of sleep. I walked up the window and looked down. The ground looked far far away. I inhaled a breath of salty sea breeze and went into the kitchen, and boiled the kettle. After steam ejected from the kettle and I could hear the bubbles running rampage is the jug, I poured it into a tea cup. I dunked a bag of green tea around in my cup for a moment until tea started to flow from the bag. From the over head cupboard I took out a packet of raw sugar. I checked my rolex, it read twenty nine past six. As soon as the second hand past the twelve, Osore walked out of the bedroom into the living area. He didn't say a word as he walked straight out of the dorm. Two seconds later, he turned with the school news paper. "Tea?" I offered. "No thanks, coffee would be good though." He plonked himself down on a stool at the breakfast table, as I made him a instant coffee. Osore walked over to the refrigerator, he returned with a jug of milk. He poured it into his black coffee turning it into white coffee. He then emptied 4 servings of white sugar into his coffee. I took a sip of my tea, it burnt my tongue instantly as the boiling liquid rolled over my tongue. A loud thump came from the sofa. Miyuki had rolled off. I guess he wasn’t used to sleeping in such a small arrangement. “Good morning Miyuki” Osore said from behind his paper. “Good isn’t the right word.” He murmured and slouched off into the bedroom.
Osore read the newspaper to me, but I wasn’t listening. I finished my tea and put the cup into the sink and rinsed it. After some time Sora strutted into the room booming with a great smile. He looked completely different to the zombie I saw earlier in the morning. You’d be amazed by what a quick jerk off can do to a guys mood. Unlike Osore and I, Sora made himself a hot chocolate and got a cookie. “You need to seriously listen to my advice Arashi.” “What advice is that, may I ask?” I raised my eyebrow at Sora. “Oh you’ve forgotten? The whole stop being so sexy thing. One day, I might end out tackling you and-” “That’s enough Sora. But Arashi, do wear you clothes more often please.” We chuckled and drank our beverages. Sora winked at me and walked over to the sofa and began to watch cartoons. I’d always remembered Sora as the kid who never acted his age. Like in primary school, he’d be the one who acted so grown up. But now that we’re in our late teens he acts like a little kid.
At twelve past eight we were almost ready to leave the dorm. I was planning on hitting the running track before class started. “Hurry up!” Osore complained. “I’m meant to be meeting up with Haruhi at quarter past” Even after being in high school for two years. I still hadn’t managed to master the mad skill of tie tying. So I got Osore to do it for me as usual. For the entire morning Miyuki had been unusually quiet. It wasn’t the same without his stupid but hilarious and uncalled for remarks. The feeling made my stomach lurch. We all stood around the front door with our bags waiting for Sora to find his left red plaid Chuck Taylor. It still puzzled me why he didn’t just wear one of his other pairs. He had seven of them. I was wearing my Chuck Taylor’s too. One orange and one blue with corresponding shoe laces. We left the dorm at seventeen past eight. Miyuki went off in the same direction as Osore. They were meeting up with Haruhi, Fuyu and Yume. Sora and I went downstairs towards the jogging track. Last nights rain had made a mess of it, it stopped Sora from running. He complained that a slippery track isn’t good for the uncoordinated. But it didn’t stop me
First period I had Geography with Mr. Hatsune. Mr. Hatsune is prehistoric, balding and grumpy. He doesn’t have a wife, according to the absence of a ring. Along with that, who’d want to date a man with about four steel gray strands of hair and a stomach equal to a pregnant woman’s? Maybe the fact that he hasn’t been laid in a while is why he is always grumpy. Geography class eleven A was for the smarter kids. The school says they don’t have classes based on prodigies.
But we know that’s a lie. Yume and I always have had Geography A on Tuesday mornings first and second period. I took my seat next to Yume. Once again, the tables and chairs seemed smaller then the previous year. “It looks like someone crapped on you.” Yume grinned flicking his bleached silver bangs away from his face. I looked down to my jeans. Mud had splattered all over them from my run earlier. A simple akanbe shut Yume up. Mr. Hatsune walked into the classroom, slamming a pile of books onto his desk. “This semester we will be studying the United Kingdom. That means, cups of tea, leprechauns and the Queen..” Yume’s grin expanded. Yume hadn’t lived in Rainshore for his whole life, he’d moved from London when he was 14. “But today we will be doing revision on the United States of America.” Mr. Hatsune said with a smile. Yume hit his head on the table with a frown. About five minutes into the lesson Yume had lost attention in the fifty states of the United States. I found California interesting though, you could get fried cheesecake and Oreos there. Yume thrusted his index finger, that had been painted black, into my arm repeatedly until I drew my attention to him. “Do you still play guitar?” He said with his British accent strong in the word guitar. “Yeah, do you still play the piano?” Yume flexed his long fingers and tapped the table swiftly. “Mhm‘, I’ve gotten’ pretty good now tah’. We should colab’ some time eh’?” “Yeah, that would be sweet.” We grinned. “Do you think Mr. Ongaku would allow us to use the grand piano?” “He should, I’d think.” “Mr. Ito and Mr. Kawashima, would you like to spend your lunch time in detention?” Mr. Hatsune glared at us. “No sir.” We mumbled in unity. “Then I’d recommend you stop chattering.” When Mr. Hatsune turned his back to the class and started writing out all the states, we both akanbe’d him and cracked up in a stifle of laughter.
After lunch, I walked down the corridor holding my binder book under one arm and time table in my hand. The time table read that I had extended English with Ms Kazokuwa. She was a new teacher for me. I knew nothing about her. Along with that, none of my friends were in my class. What a bland year this is going to be. I climbed the stairs with blank stares from other senior students that I briefly knew. I stepped into room 16A. It was simple. Clean double seating tables were in rows of three, a scrolling chalk board with English written on it in a messy scrabble, the teachers wooden desk sat in the front corner of the room, her laptop was sitting upon the desk with a empty black leather chair behind it. Several students were already seated looking eager not to learn. I went to sit at a table, but a name tag on it, printed in bold capital letters, said I couldn't. I rolled my eyes, it was like elementary school all over again. After prowling the classroom looking for my seat I finally found it. It was placed in the back corner of the classroom against a window. I sat down placing my binder on the desk. Being curious, too see if I'd recognize the person who'd I have sitting next to me, I looked at the name. Yoshihisa Ame. I'd heard the name Ame before, but I didn't recognize it. It sounded like a girls name to me. Students slowly filled the classroom but no one sat next to me. Ms Kazokuwa entered the classroom, her presence uttered the class to be quiet. She looked not much older then twenty five. Her clear ray bands framed her face along with her hair. it was bleach blonde with black on the bottom and some black re-growth. She sat in the leather chair and flipped open her laptop. An elegant silhouette glowed green on the front of the laptop. "Hatori?" Ms Kazokuwa called out pleasantly, a girl raised her hand. "Nakamuro?" The teacher made her way down the list. "Ito?" She glanced up from the laptop. I raised my hand sluggishly. She recited two more names in a robotic tone, then she read my mysterious neighbors. "Yoshihisa?" The classroom door flew open making a creaking noise, blowing a breeze of wind at a few kids who were seated near the door. A boy with dark blue hair that was almost black stood in the door way. He spoke with a husky distant voice. "Present." "Yoshihisa Ame. You're late, please hurry and take your seat next to Ito Arashi please." The teacher growled. He just stood there, oblivious to who I was. "Near the back window Yoshihisa." She pointed to the table of which I was sitting at. He pursed his lips and made his way over to sit next to me. When he sat down he stared at my feet. I looked at them too wondering if there was something wrong with them. "Nice chucks" He grinned. A wash of light smoker’s breath covered me as he spoke less distant then earlier. "Thanks?" I said taking the just smile approach. He was also wearing chucks, they were navy blue, but they were also knee-highs. Ame pulled at his hair sideways making it spike out even more then it was. He swept a piece behind his ear. In his ear, there was a nail. It was unsettling, but then I realized it was just a taper. He pulled out a black textbook from his bag and placed it on the table. A rain cloud was drawn on the cover of his book; it appeared to me that it was dripping blue blood. Inside the cloud was Ame’s family name in a graffiti sort of font. “So you’re the infamous Arashi” He mumbled. How did he know who I was? And since when had I been infamous. I raised an eyebrow but I didn’t look at him. “You’re Yoshida’s fiancé.” That stroke a cord. I looked at him. He had soft navy blue eyes and they we’re staring at me. “You know Kasumi?” “Yeah, but only briefly. You see, he had a locker next to me at Rainshore Pubic. We’ve never had a proper conversation. Only when I’d forgot the code to my locker.” I exhaled. What if he noticed me grimacing or the guilt that was vaporing out of my pours. The teacher began to speak. She announced to us that we we’re going to do a reading assignment and study the zodiac. The girl named Hitori passed out a book to every student for the teacher. To my amazement, it was a manga. “Fruits Basket?” A confused student called out without permission. “That’s right Mr. Enokido. We’re going to be studying myths and legends from our childhoods. More preferably known as bed time stories. In fruits basket a girl named Tohru is told about the 13 zodiac. I got acquired the position as your English teacher because I am not that much older then you all. But that does not mean we will not be doing boring book reviews on it too. I’ll be nice though and we can watch the anime at the end of term.” Ms Kazokuwa smiled to the class. I opened the manga and began reading. I knew the plot line, I’d watched the anime before, just like probably everyone else in the class. Ame nudged my arm with his elbow. “Kyo or Yuki?” He whispered and winked at me. I flicked my hair from my face. I tried to ignore him but he kept on poking my arm, I sighed “Niether, I like Haru.” The class read in silence after that.
Once class had ended, I collected my books and slipped Fruits Basket into a pocket in my binder. Ame had disappeared but I swore I had saw his converse peak out from the side in the doorway. I trotted down the empty stairs alone, although I couldn't help but feel that someone was following me. I made my way down the corridor. Damn, I thought. I forgot to refill my school bank account this year for food. fifth and sixth period are going to be pleasurable on an empty stomach. I walked into the dining hall. Everyone was seated at a classic wooden oak table on the left side flanks. Ame was sitting on a table next to it, alone. He was listening to his iPod with his legs up on the other chairs so no one could see. He looked at me and slid his white shutter shades, they hid his eyes and expression. But I still saw that he winked at me. I sat at the only remaining seat next to Sora and Yume. "How was English?" Sora spluttered and sent pieces of yellow and green flying. "It was interesting." I said shielding my face from the egg and lettuce sandwich bullets. "Hmm?" Osore said removing his eyes from Haruhi's chest, I'd call him a pervert. But... She did have big breasts, she couldn't see the floor because of them. "'I had that guy sitting next to me." I discreetly pointed to Ame. "Oh he's cute" Sora said loudly staring at him. Fuyu and Haruhi turned their attention to him as well. "Look at him, with his ripped skinny jeans, lip piercing, blue hair and iPod." "What a rebel!" Fuyu, Haruhi and Sora giggled together. "Anyone have ICT class next?" Miyuki asked playing with his obento. "Nope." "Nuh." "No." "Sorry." "Ew" We all replied harmoniously. "I have PE." Sora exclaimed slamming his head against the table numerous times. "So do I." Sora's eyes lit up to my response. "Do you know what we will be doing?" "Yeah, swimming. Why?" "Crap." Sora did the hole shifty eye thing and poked Fuyu's arm. "Do you still have that water proof concealer?" "Duh, I did the last time you asked remember?" She pulled a black makeup case from out of no where and gave it to Sora. He blushed when he took it. "Why did he need make-up" I murmured out loud by accident, luckily the bell sounded as I said it.
Once class had ended, I collected my books and slipped Fruits Basket into a pocket in my binder. Ame had disappeared but I swore I had saw his converse peak out from the side in the doorway. I trotted down the empty stairs alone, although I couldn't help but feel that someone was following me. I made my way down the corridor. Damn, I thought. I forgot to refill my school bank account this year for food. fifth and sixth period are going to be pleasurable on an empty stomach. I walked into the dining hall. Everyone was seated at a classic wooden oak table on the left side flanks. Ame was sitting on a table next to it, alone. He was listening to his iPod with his legs up on the other chairs so no one could see. He looked at me and slid his white shutter shades, they hid his eyes and expression. But I still saw that he winked at me. I sat at the only remaining seat next to Sora and Yume. "How was English?" Sora spluttered and sent pieces of yellow and green flying. "It was interesting." I said shielding my face from the egg and lettuce sandwich bullets. "Hmm?" Osore said removing his eyes from Haruhi's chest, I'd call him a pervert. But... She did have big breasts, she couldn't see the floor because of them. "'I had that guy sitting next to me." I discreetly pointed to Ame. "Oh he's cute" Sora said loudly staring at him. Fuyu and Haruhi turned their attention to him as well. "Look at him, with his ripped skinny jeans, lip piercing, blue hair and iPod." "What a rebel!" Fuyu, Haruhi and Sora giggled together. "Anyone have ICT class next?" Miyuki asked playing with his obento. "Nope." "Nuh." "No." "Sorry." "Ew" We all replied harmoniously. "I have PE." Sora exclaimed slamming his head against the table numerous times. "So do I." Sora's eyes lit up to my response. "Do you know what we will be doing?" "Yeah, swimming. Why?" "Crap." Sora did the hole shifty eye thing and poked Fuyu's arm. "Do you still have that water proof concealer?" "Duh, I did the last time you asked remember?" She pulled a black makeup case from out of no where and gave it to Sora. He blushed when he took it. "Why did he need make-up" I murmured out loud by accident, luckily the bell sounded as I said it.
"Let's go." Sora said in a hurry. He grabbed my arm and dragged me behind him to the dormitories. He even made me jog up the stairs. I unlocked our dorm and put the keys in the dish next to the refrigerator. Sora quickly ran into the bathroom and shut the door. By then I'd only thrown my bag down on the floor and was looking for a cookie to nibble on. I kicked off my sneakers and stripped myself from my jeans. I stood in the living area struggling to get my tie and shirt off. But I finally got it. I searched the bedroom for my board shorts, they were no where to be found. I knocked on the bathroom door, there wasn't an answer so I went straight in. There Sora stood, mortified. He dropped the concealer and covered his hip. "Can I help you?" He asked nervously, turning his right side away from me. "Can I help you?" I asked back softly. Sora shrunk to the floor, and covered his face with his free hand. His shoulder length black hair covered the rest of his face like a black curtain. I crouched down next to him and went to take his hand off his hip. A burning pain hit my face, Sora had slapped me. "I'm so sorry." Sora sobbed. "What are you hiding from me?" "Something that could get me expelled." A tear fell from his veil of black hair. I lifted his chin up so I could see his face. A tear fell from one of his beautiful Crystal blue eyes. I slowly moved my hand to his that was sitting on his hip, he was aware of what I was doing. When my hand landed tenderly on his, our fingers entwined. Sora bit his lip and closed his eyes. Delicately, I pulled his hand away from his hip. And there it was, a forked violet lightening bolt had been printed onto his hip, only a thin layer of conclearer was on it so far. So that was what he needed Fuyu's make-up for. "Why'd you do it Sora?" I sat properly on the tiled bathroom floor next to him, still holding his ivory colored hand; it was smooth and silky. "Because of Raided" His voice cracked and he held his head down low. I caressed at his hand "Who's that Sora?" My teeth sunk into my lip, I had to ask, his state of mind was worrying me. I knew that Sora wasn't that naive to get a tattoo without reasoning. "You remember in eighth grade how I was playing the piano then suddenly stopped?" He looked at me, his eyes were wet from the pain of this memory he was sharing. "My teacher was Raiden." He paused moving into the comfort of my arms. "I fell in love with him, he was so playful yet he had a such a lax nature. He was stubborn too, he'd make me keep on practicing the same piece in one lesson until I got it right, no matter how much I begged and complained. Now that I think about it, he was a lot like you Arashi." He gave my hand a squeeze, I squeezed back. "I insisted that he was in love with me too in my head, but I was only a kid ya' know? I still remember the first time he kissed me like it was yesterday. We were at my house practicing, I was sitting on the chair at the piano and he was standing behind me. His arms were placed upon mine and he was holding them, our hands were like how ours were. One on top of the other fingers entwined. It was a new piece that I was learning, so Raiden would guide my hands and arms to which keys to press. I learnt the song quite quickly, when I got it right the first time, I was so happy. I just turned to him and smiled. Then his lips were on mine, they were so velvety and amazing." Sora closed his eyes and seemed to of gotten drunk off the thought. But he snapped back into when I squeezed his hand. "Eh. Rumors somehow got out that Raiden was having a sexual relationship with someone under age so he just disappeared. I got the ink done at the end of last year. I'd saw him in the mall car park after a movie I went to with Yume. It had been late at night so I freaked out when he came up behind me and hugged me. Raiden was the only person to call me by my English name, so I knew it was him when he'd said 'Skye'" Sora pressed his ear against my chest and snuggled into my in my arms. "I hadn't called at taxi yet, so we started talking, somehow we ended up at his car. He still had this fire in his golden eyes, they controlled me. Next thing I knew I was being pinned up against his car with Raiden's tongue down my throat. Then we we're in his car banging to music that was playing on the radio.." Sora blushed and looked up at me. I stared softly back down at him, what if I was like Raiden? His name did mean thunder and lightening, storm isn't much of a difference. "After we'd done it, he drove me home. Not to mention the quick blow job i gave him once we got there. Then he'd told me I was never going to see him ever and that was the last time he was going to hurt me. I was such a wreck after that. So I promised myself that I'd never forget him and that's why I got the tattoo." Warm tears slid onto my chest. “How’s your heart beat always so calm? Mine goes spastic all the time?” Sora asked smiling, it was nice to see his mood shift even though his bipolar was giving me whiplash. “Years of practice” I chuckled. “You’re like a complete duplicate of Raiden, yet you’re so different. It’s retarded.” Sora sighed, another shift. My brain took another whooshing of ultimate confusion. Sora rolled over, pinning me down. “Retarded.” He breathed. I wrapped my hands around his neck pulling his face closer to mine, his lips closer to mine. He turned his head to the side and moved closer. At that moment Kasumi was the furthest thing from my mind. I pressed my lips against Sora’s. They tasted salty with tears, but what was I doing other then comforting his tears?
