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Blink	By : yeagerbomb Category: Gravitation > General Views: 2675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sunday passed quietly, and Monday dawned with a looming feeling of doom as I entered Mr. Mignion�s room. After saying the pledge, he gave us a pop quiz. I struggled through the week, getting an �F� on the quiz and the test we took the next day.

Wednesday, he passed the quizzes back, with our official grades on them. That quiz had hauled me from a low �D� to an �F�. I nearly cried right there. I ran straight home, having a harder time wrestling the tears back once there was no one around. But I did. I burst through the door, unlocking it because it was always locked; we were in New York. I called Tohma�s name, the quiz in my hand. He looked up at me from the couch, instantly noting my distress. He waved me over, telling whoever was on the phone he�d have to call them back. I dropped my bag and ran to him, throwing my arms around him. I didn�t cry, but I�d thought I might. It was ridiculous, getting this upset over an �F�.

He returned the hug, and when I calmed down a little, I handed him the paper, explaining what had happened. �Okay,� he said, gently kissing my forehead. �I�ll call the principal right now. Go do your homework, all right?�

I nodded and got my bag, going to my room. Two hours later, I could smell dinner cooking, and smiled. Twenty minutes after that, Tohma came in, saying it was ready, as I finished a chapter of Underneath. He�d made my favorite, and it made me feel a lot better.

Friday morning Mr. Mignion was passing back the tests from Tuesday, explaining that this had helped a lot of us, but hurt some just as much. He looked right at me as he said that. Just as he handed me my test, the principal came on the overhead speaker.

�Jon! Pick up your phone right now!� Mr. Mignion did, and they talked as I barely managed not to smile. He tried to deny something, and Mr. Grime started screaming at him. The teacher attempted to protest, but finally we all heard the principal scream, �You�re fired! Pack up and get out! NOW!!!�

The entire class erupted in a fit of giggles. Mr. Mignion demanded to know why, and the principal gave an answer. After a heated argument, he began doing as told, very angrily. Just as he�d thrown the last of his personal belongings into a box, he turned around to look at us. There was only one minute left of class. He stared at us, and we stared at him until the bell rang. Everyone began scrambling around, gathering their own things, because none of us had picked up in the entire forty-five minutes.

I ended up spilling my pencil box, and had to grab it all, making me the last to leave. I walked as quickly as I could, feeling Mr. Mignion�s eyes on me, filled with hate. As I passed him, he tripped me. I could hardly believe a teacher would do that, but I knew he must have known that I was why he was fired. I picked all my things up again, ignoring the pain in my knee and the small cut on my finger from the wire of my notebook. As I stood he smacked me in the back of the head. I nearly fell again, but caught myself, my balance very good after all the years of Mother doing the same thing to me. I�d always choose standing to take the blows than to fall and get kicked.

I looked at him, not in pain or hate or fear like he wanted, but with a blank stare of numbness. And he stared back, perplexed. His door was closed, and locked, and I don�t think we could be seen from outside. He must have realized that, because the next thing I knew, he had punched me in the face. That wasn�t a blow I was ready for. Slaps I could take, but Mother didn�t punch. And the kids that did weren�t nearly that strong. I stumbled back, dropping my books. But I didn�t fall. I just stood, surprise fazing my numb look for only an instant.

His fist plowed into my stomach, and I merely exhaled with it, forcing the punch to have little effect. He hit my face again, a ring on his hand scratching my cheek. I stood there, taking the beating. I never flinched, I never made a sound. I didn�t even move. I heard the bell ring, but didn�t look at the clock. My face was bleeding, and my tongue had been bitten more than once. He grabbed my ear and twisted it, but I didn�t show any pain even though I wanted to scream. My left eye began to swell shut, but I didn�t pay any attention to it. I felt blood trickling down my neck and to my back from my ear as he continued to smack me. He grabbed my hair and tried to smash my head into a desk. But I didn�t move. My body stayed exactly where I told it to. So he grabbed a paper weight.

He lifted it above his head and swung it down, missing my head by an inch, hitting my left shoulder instead. Suddenly, someone knocked on his door. Mr. Mignion grabbed my arm and shoved me, telling me to get to class. I paused only to pick up the notebook that I wrote rough ideas for Underneath in and walked out the door.

The kids in the hall all gasped and stared. I walked past them and down the hall to the stairs. I went down to the office, where the receptionist regarded me the same way. �Can I go home?� I asked quietly. She handed me the phone and I dialed our number. It rang four times, and then the machine picked up.

�Tohma-san? If you�re home, answer. Please. I need to come home. Please pick up the phone, Tohma-san,� I said, begging him in Japanese. �Tohma? Tohma, please! Tohma! TOHMA!!!!� I screamed before pausing, and a few seconds later he grabbed the phone.

�What?!� he shouted.

�Tohma-san, I need to come home.�

�Eiri? What happened?�

I paused a moment, and then decided it was best to lie my ass off. �Um� I fell down the stairs.�

�The stairs? And you�re calling me from school?�

�Yeah.�

He sighed. �All right. Do you need me to come down to bring you home?�

�No.�

�Fine. I�ll be here when you get home.�

�Thank you. Bye.� We hung up and I signed myself out, the receptionist too shocked to ask what had happened.

When I walked in the door, Tohma was on me in an instant. He looked at every one of my cuts and bruises and asked me a thousand questions, to which I lied one-hundred percent. And then he insisted on taking me to the hospital to be looked at. That was a pleasant trip, let me tell ya.

I was examined about four times, and asked a million times if I really fell down the stairs. I said I did and wouldn�t budge my story: I was late, so I was running and I tripped. There were more details, and I did my best to keep those the same. I�m pretty sure I had everyone believing me except Tohma.

My shoulder was bruised badly, and x-rays were taken; just to be sure, even though I insisted it felt fine. The bone was cracked, so my arm ended up in a sling. Tohma took me home, and we were both quiet for a long time. Finally, he asked me what had happened.

�I fell down the stairs,� I said, staring at the television.

�Eiri, what happened? I don�t like you lying to me.�

�I�m not.�

�Eiri, please,� he begged, turning towards me on the couch. �I just want to know the truth.�

�I already told you!� I said, more forcefully, but still without looking at him.

He brushed my cheek gently. �Eiri, who did this?�

�No one!� I shrieked, finally tearing my eyes from the dark screen to look at him. �Why do you care?!�

�Because I have to protect you!� he retorted, just as loudly. �Eiri, your sister put you in my hands, and I promised to take care of you. And so far, I�m not sure I�m living up to her expectations!�

I stared at him a moment. �But� Hers don�t matter,� I murmured.

�What?� he asked, lowering his voice again.

�M-mine do. And I think you�re doing the best job anyone ever could.� My voice was shaking slightly, and I stared at my lap. �Tohma-san, you�ve surpassed any expectations I�ve ever had for anyone.� I pulled my eyes back up to him. �And I� Well, I think I might�almost l-love you for that.�

Tohma�s eyes were watering as he pulled me to him, and we sat there, holding each other for a long time. I fell asleep there, and woke up in my own bed the next morning. I crept out to the living room, and found Tohma making breakfast. I put my arms around him, and whispered against his back, �Thank you, Tohma.�~
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