Post by Kohaku R. LeBara on Dec 2, 2010 6:26:33 GMT -5
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• SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME
The clock ticked away, the long hand slowly sliding over the dark numbered while its face loomed over the office. The classroom had since long been empty and the only noise was the soft scratch of the pen on paper and the low murmur from the headphones that rested in the man’s ears. The English teacher had brought his music player to class with him today, hoping the Ipod could help him while writing his papers. It had; thankfully it had even relaxed him enough so that he wasn’t fully stressing. Not that it was a really hard subject and was mostly done. Now that was left was the stack of work to grade from his students from today and the day before, as well as checking to see if he had gotten a E-Mail from his other professor yet on his paper he submitted the other day. He had taken a chance with his writing, and felt it was best to contact the teacher. The thought of all this work made him sigh. The pen was set down for a moment and a hand slowly ran over his face and a soft grumble. Mink was with his ’uncle’, Ko’s sweet cousin and Asketill was tucked away safely for the boy. Kohaku had made sure to check on both his son and close student, before slipping away to this damned office. There was a large cup of coffee in one of those covered cardboard cups that Craig seemed to have in his house. It was a nice gesture, giving Kohaku the cup before they parted; he knew Kohaku wasn’t going to sleep tonight.
His work load was not the only thing on his mind however. There was something else. His eyes darted to the clock, dark eyes gazing through the lens of his glasses to check the time. He still had a few moments. The French male lifted his black rimmed a moment, rubbing at his eyes before returning to finishing up this last bit. Screw typing it up, he was mailing this, and the teacher better not mind. He had ot admit, he had gotten lucky with the short cuts they like him take. Late dates, sometimes working ahead and letting him slid by with his broadly written assignments. His views were simply different, thankfully they understood this. It took a few moments before he once again set the pen down and neatly stacked the paper, playing them on top of a vanilla envelope. Looking away from the work and at one of the few windows, at the flurrying snow, he sighs. A hand moved to run through the grown, newly dyed dark locks that covered his face. It was pushed back, frowning briefly. It was really bothersome but he didn’t have time to cut it yet.. he was too busy. For now though, he was taking a break. The chair creaked as he leaned back, softly humming with the song that was playing in his ears. His brown jacket rested on the back of his hair, torso just covered by a slim, dark shirt that covered to his forearm. His hands brushed his hand back, hands more or less folded behind his head as he let himself think for a moment. Out of habit, his fingers toyed with the chain that fell down his chest, pondering on how the evening would pan out. That boy would be here soon enough, and Kohaku would be in a very confusing situation. That boy, the one who had hurt Asketill.
It was horrible, having to keep silent to anyone while he patched up one of his most precious student, a personally close friend, and see that look in his eyes. That pained, desperate look when he gripped Kohaku’s shirt, that forced whisper that requested him to not report this. Kohaku had not, but he wasn’t going to let it slip. After some searching, he had found the right boy, he knew it, and he was determined to talk with him. The matter he had already talked over with Asketill, and the boy had a worse reaction then Kohaku had expected. Was this Victor truly that bad? Laughable, it was, how calm he stood here and not a flicker of fear. Ko had lost the feeling of fear for years, the only true monster in his life had taken every inch of the man’s fear, he couldn’t possible share it with anything else. Much less a student—no, he could never fear a student. Speaking of which, it was time. Standing, Kohaku set to place his papers in a folder and safely in his drawer, turning off the electronic and stowing it safely away as well, unhooking it from his leather beat. His eyes flicked to his worn jeans, faded so the blue was off. Thankfully, a pair Mink had not gotten when he had spilt his paints the other day. How was it, every time, children could slip anything on a laundry basket? With a mere roll of his eyes, Kohaku slipped on the jacket and set to merely picking up a few things, locking a few things away. A bit of time had passed; Ko had been turning off his computer when he heard the knock. Stowing away the computer safely, he locked the drawer and pocketed the keys and opening the door.
The man stood there, beside him the student, Victor, who he requested. Kohaku gave a polite greeting to the man, a gentle but proper greeting and thank you towards him. His eyes flicked to Victor for a moment, behind his glasses his eyes held a curious hue. Still, he barely brushed the boy’s shoulder as he gently led him into the office, but then turned back to the man whom had brought him, gripping the door and doorframe, lingering there a moment before a slight curve of a smile appeared on his lips. He thanked the man once more for this favor, but also hoped he remembered what else he asked. The guard frowned, possibly wishing he hadn’t, but nodded. With that, he turned and walked away to do good elsewhere. Kohaku merely closed the door, hand resting on the cold, smooth wood for a long moment before turning and stepping towards Victor, gazing him over for a moment, hands resting at his pockets for a brief moment. “ .. Well, so you are the infamous Victor.. “ his words paused. “ It would be a pleasure to meet you.. if it was not such a topic. … I hope you know why you are here, yes? “ The words were blunt, forward but spoken in the French male’s still gentle tone, the slight linger of a distant murmur on the tongue, from his linage. However his words paused there, resting in the air as he gazed at the boy with a curious hue still there. He looked interesting, he just hoped this little talk would prove this stretched from his looks and to his personality. After all, he had to be a bit interesting from the things he heard..
TAGGED ! Victor
WORDS ! 1183...
OUTFIT ! I love men clothes :l
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! This..sucked T_T the start was HORRIBLE T_T 'm soooo sorry
