Notes: umm.. sorry, i got home from school at 8:45 tonight and was pissed
off, so i thought i'd write some fluff to calm me down.. but.. umm, it's not
really fluffy at the moment, gomen. it's not my best writing.. but it's a
cute story.. you might not think so yet, but TRUST me! it'll be really
cute, i swear!!!
How long had it been? How long had he been hiding in the corner? Shinya
looked down the tech department hallway as he ate his lunch. No one else
was here as the majority of the small school's population either ate in the
cafeteria or just left campus for the more appealing Pizza Pizza or Country
Style (note: both Canadian food places). He used to eat off campus. He
would wander to the plaza beside the school amidst the small mob of
students, unnoticed but not hated and despised. He might have been a loner,
but he hadn't always been anti-social. that had been forced upon him by the
bigoted homophobic people that surrounded him everyday at Schomberg
As he silently munched on his sandwich he thought about his role in the
school. If he'd had any choice in the matter he would have dropped out long
ago, but that would leave him penniless, uneducated, and disowned by his
entire family. His only choice was to stay enrolled and endure the hell he
was put through by his fellow students. _Fellow_ students? Didn't that
imply something of fellowship? How ironic that he would think of them,
associating them with that word. There was nothing of fellowship in the way
they treated him. So that was why he'd decided to shun them just as much as
they shunned him, think of it as a defense mechanism. Shinya was a very
sensitive person, and although he hated to admit it, he did care about what
other people thought of him. Despite the fact that he seemingly despised
every other student in school it was very far from the truth. He cared
about a great many students, one in particular, and that was probably what
hurt him the most of all. His secret that was not so secret anymore was
something that he had felt ashamed about. His family, and especially his
father, had been very conservative while he was growing up, so when he began
looking at other boys instead of the girls in class he couldn't help but
feel that there was something wrong with him. It was only when he
discovered the internet that he realized that there was nothing wrong with
him. He was gay. Period. The end. He assumed other people would come to
the same realization as him, but after over 2 years there was no difference
in their behavior.
Shinya ate the last bite of his sandwich, rolled up the plastic sandwich
baggie in his hand and got up, walking towards the trashcan. Just as he
threw away his garbage he heard the door at the far end of the hallway open
and the sound of footsteps resounded as 4 large guys walked into the tech
hall. Shinya spun around to see who it was. His heart skipped a beat when
he saw who was in the lead, but then sank again at the sight of the people
in his company. Die strutted down the hall with 3 of his more obnoxious
friends right on his heels. The look on their faces told Shinya what they
were there for and he quickly picked up his books and began walking away
from them hurriedly. he heard their footsteps quicken with his as he turned
the corner into the stair well. Shinya dashed up the stairs 3 at a time and
swung the door open. Die and co. were right behind him as he darted into the
Safe. At least for now.
Die walked alone back to the tech hallway. He'd gone there in the first
place to get his missed assignments from a teacher, but his friends had
decided to play a nice joke on little Shinya Terachi. The poor guy, he
never got a break. Die sighed as he opened the classroom door to the
electronics room. His favourite teacher and friend was there, helping out a
couple students with one of their house-wiring projects. Die approached him
with a smile on his face, knowing he could confide in him.
"Mr. Harris," Die called out as he walked over, "I need the packet and the
new circuit board project outline from class the other day."
"Ahh, Die," Mr. Harris stood up straight and clapped Die on the shoulder, "I
was wondering when you were going to show up. No one with you today?" He
raised an eyebrow, his tone showed his hidden laughter.
Die frowned, he'd been coming to Mr. Harris about his problems for a while
now, almost a year, so he knew about Die's friends, about Die's secret, and
he loved tease Die whenever he got the chance. "No, they decided to get
their kicks chasing after Shin-chan." Die slapped his hand over his mouth
quickly. He may have told Mr. Harris that he was bisexual, but he'd never
mentioned Shinya to him before. He snapped his eyes shut and groaned
Mr. Harris chuckled knowingly, "Die, Die, I know. So Shinya Terachi, eh?"
he smiled at Die, who had begun to relax, "What are you going to do about
your feelings?" After asking, he thought twice, and asked a different
question, "What are you going to do about your _friends_?"
Die took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, a deeply saddened look on his
face. "I've been wondering about that for a while now, and the only answer
I can think of is to just not do anything." He shrugged his shoulders and
sighed, "I'm not like Shinya, I can't survive in this school as an outcast.
I'm not strong enough, so I'll keep things the way they are and just do
nothing, I suppose."
Die looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder. His teacher had a
sympathetic look on his face, but he didn't agree with die's decision. "I
think you might surprise yourself there, although I understand your
reasoning. Did it ever occur to you that Shinya's not surviving?
"Did you ever think that maybe Shinya's not as strong as you think?" Die
looked at Mr. Harris. It seemed odd that he'd never wondered about that.
Shinya always seemed so bold and tough, but thinking about it, he'd never
really talked to the boy so he couldn't say for sure.
"Well, whatever you decide to do, I think you should think it over a bit
more first." Why did he have to be so right all the time? Even though he
considered this teacher a friend, Die still found it annoying when he acted
old and wise and.. all-knowing.
He rolled his eyes and nodded in agreement. "Alright. i've got to run,
though, my friends are probably looking for me." He grinned wryly as he
took his leave, waving to Mr. Harris as he left the room.
The best thing about being a senior in high school was the fact that he was
old enough to drive, and the best thing about having a family with a fair
amount of money was that he had a car, so as soon as his 6th period class
ended he packed up his books and left the building as fast as he could.
Shinya tossed his bag onto the passenger seat of his car, and turned the
radio on. He turned it up so that it was loud enough to drown out the
sounds of the rest of the students milling around so that he wouldn't have
to deal with them. He unfortunatly drowned out the one person who meant the
most to him in the process. Die was left alone in the parking lot, having
failed to wave down Shinya.
He peeled out of the parking lot and sped towards his home, set for another
night of internet and books. Most people his age would be sitting around at
a friend's house, going out somewhere, but he stayed home. He felt safe in
his warm basement, secluded, alone, private. It was secure, the only place
he felt protected from the vicious attitudes of the people he attended
school with everyday.
Shinya noticed the absense of his mother's car as he pulled into the
driveway. //No one home,// he thought, turning off his car and getting out.
He deftly swung his school bag over his should and jogged up to his front
door, sliding his house key from his pocket in the process. Once inside he
kicked off his shoes and headed for the stairs leading down into his life.
Almost an house later his attention was brought away from his computer
screen my the sound of his mother returning home. He waited the customary 2
minutes before he heard her call down to him. "Shinya?" Every light switch
she passed was flicked on as she descended into the basement in an attempt
to get Shinya's attention. "Shinya honey, I know you're down here." She
peeked her head inside Shinya's room and turned on his light.
"I'm here, mom," Shinya finally replied, "At the computer."
His mother frowned as she eyed Shinya seated in his favourite swivel chair
grinning back at her. "I should have known." She sighed, "Shinya, sweetie,
you really shouldn't be on that thing all the time. it's not healthy!"
Shinya rolled his eyes and flipped the switch on his monitor and watched as
the picture disappeared. His mother smiled a sweet smile and turned to
leave. Before she left, however, she turned around as if she'd forgotten
something, "Oh, Shinya-" she began, "I forgot to tell you. Ms. Baker from
next door called me today and asked if you could take the twins to the faire
tonight. I told her you didn't have any plans and would be happy to help
her out. I said you'd pick them up at 7." Before Shinya could protest
she'd left the room, pulling the plug for the spike bar powering his entire
computer out of the electrical socket on her way. She laughed softly as she
heard him groan in disappointment.
Shinya's head drooped, going over his new plans for the night in his head.
He watched his mother's retreating form, unable to express his feelings
directly to her. The Schomberg Agricultural Faire; and annual event giving
the entire town an excuse to sell over priced garbage and sit around
throwing back a few beers. Shinya scowled at the thought of it. Not only
would he be forced to face his peers, but he'd also have to endure all the
people, old and young, in his town that he abhorred. At least the twins
weren't so bad. They'd recently had their 12th birthday so they'd keep to
themselves for the most part, but...
Brightening, he though, //Maybe Die will be there//. Shinya frowned again,
maybe Die's friends would be there. After sitting for a few more moments in
silence, thinking about his situation, he opted to make the most of it. He
had no way of getting out of his obligation and he'd end up making a bit of
money. Anyways, he'd get a chance to ride a ferris wheel. So, letting out
a deep breathe he got up and padded over to his doorway to turn out his
light and plug in his computer to pass the time.
"Dude, don't you want a hit?" A nameless face held the bong out to Die who
waved it away. The things his friends did seemed to get more insanely
stupid everyday. Sure, he enjoyed a bit of pot every now and then, but they
were starting to smoke it every day, all the time, and they never seemed to
want to do anything else. It was as i they had nothing better to do with
their time. He liked them more when they all played sports or actually held
conversations. When they were high all they ever did was sit around
laughing at the worst jokes and watching the effect of a black light and
strobe light on black light felt posters. It was getting ridiculous. He
laughed at them as he stared out the window. The faire was already going
strong, and this was the way his friends felt they needed to 'prepare' for
the festivities. He shook his head at the insane stupidity and left the
room, lighting a cigarette as he went. Ok, so he wasn't completely devoid
of teenage rebellion, he smoked like a chimney and was well known for his
alcohol-consuming abilities, but anything more he generally frowned upon.
Die walked out into the brisk autumn air and headed for the fairegrounds.
Checking his watch he noted the time, 8:26, just the right time to go to the
faire. The Schomberg Faire was the night he looked forward to most out of
the year. It brought out nearly everyone in his town for a night for fun.
There were rides for the younger people and rows of local vendors and
farmers selling everything from homemade fudge and pies to prized cattle and
pigs. At the gate Die was greeted by a kind elderly man who took his $5 and
placed a stamp on his hand. He walked into another world and looked around
at the bustle of people. Smiling, he happily walked around the faire alone
and set out to find some of that fudge he loved so much.
"Shiiiiiin-yaaaaa!" The young man's head spun around as a twin called his
name, "I want some fudge!" Shinya sighed and stood up, closing his book as
he did so. He stashed the book in his bag and rolled his eyes, grinning at
the 12 year old. The boy whooped with joy and grabbed his brother;s hand,
running ahead of Shinya towards the fudge vendor. It was almost 8:30 and
the twins hadn't left him alone for a second. They'd stayed near him and
only half an hour earlier had found their friends and begun running around a
bit, letting Shinya read. He pulled out the money their mother had given
him to spend on them at the faire and ourchased 3 blocks of fudge, chocolate
for the twins and the last butterscotch for himself. Once they had their
fudge and turned to leave Shinya noticed Die's approaching form, followed by
a few of his friends about 20 feet behind him, trying to put on enough speed
to catch him. Panic hit Shinya. He grabbed the twins' hands and made a mad
dash for the nearest ride. Mistake.
It only took him a minutes to realize that he'd accidentally ran inside the
Gravitron, the one ride that made him completely and utterly ill. He tried
to breathe deep breaths and calm down, but as soon as the doors began to
close he could feel his heart beat rise and his breathing become shallow and
weak. Fear shone in his eyes as he listened to the insane giggling of the
children surrounding his helpless form. His head began to spin, he couldn't
tell the floor from the ceiling and his vision began to blur. as soon as
the ride stopped his body fell to the ground like a stone, he'd passed out.
"What kind of a pansy is he?"
"He passed out on the GRAVITRON?"
"Seriously, he should not be allowed out of the padded room."
"Heh, nice one."
"Cut it out-"
"Looks like someone forgot to take his medication!"
"He's such a girl."
"Guys! Quit it!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! HE PASSED OUT!! WHAT A WUSS!"
Shinya fought his awakening conscious. He could hear the taunting voices of
Die's friends and didn't want to face them. Despite his efforts, his eyes
flickered open, rewarding his with the scene of the ride operator kneeling
over him, a worried look on his face, and a small group of boys his age
laughing. He shook his head lightly, shaking off the groggy feeling and
slight nausea. He couldn't take the insults. As soon as he could, he stood
up and walked away. As soon as his legs felt sturdy beneath him he began
running as fast as he could, trying to get away from the voices he continued
to hear in his head. tears fell down both his cheeks with reckless abandon
and when he finally stopped and slumped down beside a tree on the edge of
the woods. He couldn't contain the sobs that wracked him until he heard the
sound of approaching voices.
"Did you see where he went?"
Shinya froze. It was one of Die's wonderful friends. Were they looking for
"No. I think I saw him run over here. the little faggot had tears in his
eyes!" They all started laughing at that. Shinya continued the cower
behind the trees, his fists clenched in tight balls to control his anger.
He could easily have been seen if his pursuers weren't high and probably
drunk. He prayed to God that they wouldn't see him. Numbness spread across
his mind when he noticed Die's eyes on his. They stared at each other for
eternity. The tears continued to roll down Shinya's cheeks, he was spotted.
Only, for some reason, Die didn't announce his whereabouts, he simply
smiled that heart breaking smile of his and winked.
"Hey guys," he started, and just as Shinya was about to run Die continued,
"I think I saw him run towards the vendors." Shinya's heart dropped into
the pit of his stomach as he listened to Die tell his friend to head in the
opposite direction. Before leading his friends away, Die mouthed 'Wait for
me, I'll be back.' to Shinya.
A million thoughts flew through Shinyas mind as he thought about what had
happened. Was it a sick joke? What did Die want? He eventually sat back
and replayed Die's wink, Die's smile, and Die's message. Wait..? For what?
Scared, he left his hiding spot, unsure of what Die had meant, but sure
that he was better off without knowing.
end of part one.. gee, i always end up stopping writing because i'm dead
tired. Oh well, I started this one a while ago, and i know i hsoul finish
my other fics, but i didn't feel like writing comedy or super angst tonight
^^;; i did get a really cute idea for a hisaxjiro cute wittle funny fic
though, and i'll try to write it this weekend.
to be continued~
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