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The summer passed, and by the end I had seen the entire city about twice. Tohma wouldn’t let me go alone, but we had gone out every day, rain or shine. I had heard so much English, and practiced with Tohma, that I could speak semi-fluently. One day in August, Tohma took me to the subway.
We had gone before, but he told me to pay particular attention to the stop we took. I did; it was the fourth. He led me back to the street and down half a block. There was a large building that anyone could identify as a school. I groaned.
“Oh Tohma,” I sighed. “Do I have to?”
“Yes,” he said. We went into the building and found the principal’s office. Tohma registered me to begin the eighth grade one week from then. I pouted in the corner for a short while, but soon found fun in muttering Japanese under my breath. The secretary kept glancing at me, and I smirked, certain she couldn’t understand me; if she could even hear me. I started getting gutsy and swore very quietly. Tohma didn’t hear. I said it again, a little louder, and the secretary stared at me a moment.
“What?” she whispered to me. I repeated myself, and Tohma turned around.
“Eiri!” he said. My face drained. I’d forgotten he was standing there.
“uh… I’m sorry?” I tried. He looked at me another moment, then turned back to the principal. I didn’t say anything else until we were back on the train.
“Eiri, that was very rude,” Tohma said.
“I know. I’m sorry,” I muttered, looking at the floor. I was sorry; and not just because I’d been caught. I rarely swore near adults.
“I’m disappointed that you would say something like that there.” I hung my head lower.
“I’m sorry.” We reached our stop and headed back to the apartment.
“I’m willing to forgive you though,” he said as we rode he elevator up.
“Really?” I asked, looking away from the ground for the first time since we’d left the school.
“Yes,” he said, his smile on his lips. He let us into the apartment and put his arm around my shoulder. “Just don’t do it again.”
“Alright,” I said, unconvincingly.
“At least not to a teacher,” he begged me.
“Okay, Tohma-san.”
That night I lay in bed unable to sleep. I got up and walked into the living room. Tohma was in the kitchen getting a glass of milk. I walked out and he glanced at me before putting the milk away. “What’s wrong Eiri?” he asked. I couldn’t answer, because I didn’t really know. I just felt like I had to do something before bed. But whatever it was wouldn’t come to my mind. So I shrugged. His smile broadened and he let me stay up with him for a little while.
As we watched a talk-show, and two o’clock was rounding, it came to me. Tohma was trying not to fall asleep, and I knew I was keeping him up later than usual. I turned towards him, and he sat up a little straighter. I turned back to the television, unsure, then turned back and gently pecked his cheek. “Thank you,” I whispered. His face reddened for a moment, but then it went away. He smiled and said, “You’re welcome.”
I stood up and said goodnight, and he turned the T.V. off. “Goodnight, Eiri,” he said, relief thick in his voice.
The night before school started was open house. I went with Tohma and first we got my schedule. Then I dragged him around the entire school, going in the order of my classes. He wasn’t overly thrilled, but didn’t complain. Between each one I went back to my locker and opened it.
As we stepped into my final core period, English, I was in the middle of an uncontrollable giggle fit because I’d accidentally hit Tohma with the door of my locker. Tohma was nursing the small bump on his head when a girl with dark brown hair walked over.
“Hi!” she said. “I’m Della, but you can call me Dee. Everyone does. What’s your name?” I struggled to stop laughing, and managed to choke out my first name.
“Eddy?” she asked. I shook my head, realizing that my accent would mess it up in English.
“Eiri,” I said, annunciating the ‘r’.
“Oh! You’re new aren’t you?” she said. I nodded. “Great! I can show you around. Lemme see your schedule,” she said, taking it from me. Now Tohma was laughing. She compared our classes and saw that we had four classes together. “Math, History, English, and Gym. Awesome! Plus there’s lunch. Stick with me, and you’ll be okay,” she promised, giving me back my schedule. “That’s my mom over there,” she told me, pointing her out. “Our Dad passed away a few years ago. My sisters, Willow and Delilah, are looking around by themselves. We’re triplets, and do a lot of stuff together. Do you have any siblings Eiri?” I nodded, but she went on before I could say anything. “Is your mom with them?”
“No,” I started.
“Oh. Are they too young for school?”
“No. Mika is-”
“Do you have a brother or sister?”
“Both. Mika and Tatsuha,” I said. “But neither of them-” This time Dee didn’t interrupt me; it was her mother.
“Well sweetheart, we should be going, or the girls are going to start wondering where we are.”
“I’m talking to Eiri, Mom!” she protested.
“Oh,” her mother answered. She eyed Tohma up and down, but he didn’t notice, still trying to stop laughing at this girl who wouldn’t let me get four words out.
“I’m Sarah Dain,” she said, brushing back blonde hair with one hand and holding the other out to Tohma. Tohma took it.
“Seguchi Tohma,” he said. “Pleased to meet you.”
I turned away from the adults, trying to decide whether to gag or punch Tohma. I didn’t really think Tohma realized she was hitting on him, but I couldn’t really trust my gut.
“You were saying, before she came over?” Dee prompted.
“Right,” I said. “Mika is out of school and getting married soon and Tatsuha is in the second grade. But they are both at home in Japan.”
“Oh. So is he staying with your sister?”
“No. She’s staying with him and Father.” She looked at me, puzzled for a moment, and then it cleared itself.
“O-oh. So he’s like…your other dad?” she asked, referring to Tohma.
“No!” I said, Tohma shooting a glance at us. “No. Tohma-san is Mika’s fiancé. I am just staying with him for a while.”
“Why?”
“Personal matters,” I said. She looked like she wanted to know more, but actually didn’t press the issue. I was glad. Then two girls about Dee’s size came in, black hair billowing around one. Telltale roots were growing, showing that she was naturally the same chocolate shade as Dee. She was wearing dark clothes and had black makeup on her eyes. The other’s hair was a dark red with blonde highlights. All three of their faces were a gentle oval shape and their lips were cherry colored.
“Here you are,” said the dark one.
“Hey, Delilah,” Dee said. “This is Eiri. He’s new in our class.”
“Great. Who’s Mom flirting with?” the other asked.
“His sister’s fiancé.”
“Perfect,” she said.
“Mom!” Delilah said. “It’s time to go!”
“One minute honey,” their mother answered. Delilah turned to me.
“So where’re your parents?” she asked.
“Father is at home with my siblings and Mother is…” I paused, counting out her sentence mentally. “Well, I am not sure where she is.”
“Why are you whistling your ‘s’s?”
“Willow, he’s from Japan. Right?” Dee said. I nodded again.
“Yeah. But I am missing a tooth,” I said, showing them the hole. Tohma had taken me to a dentist, but she had actually knocked out my last baby tooth, so I had to wait for the adult one to grow in. I would be whistling until Christmas. Finally, Tohma ended the conversation with Mrs. Dain, and they left, the girls saying goodbye, and I waved shyly.
Tohma and I talked to the teacher, and she seemed nice enough. I didn’t say much; I was shy around the teachers.
That night I laid out my clothes for the next morning and kissed Tohma’s cheek goodnight. I’d done so every night since the first time because it just fit the flow.
In the morning I showered and ate the breakfast Tohma made me. I grabbed my book bag and raced to the subway, barely making it on time. I managed to make it to my first period class as the final bell rang.~
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