Broken Porcelain

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Broken Porcelain

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Six Years later


Shuichi took in the site of the tall gates that rose in front of the limo and shuddered slightly. Those anormous metal structures were the only things that seperated him and the boarding school that lay on the other side. He failty heard the driver talking into the speaker before the metal doors creaked open. The car lurched foreward and he unconcioulsy gripped onto the leather seats as his eyes flickered over the scenery that flashed past him.

Neatly cut grass and perfectly sculpted bushes came and left his vision, only to be replaced with replicas exactly like them a few moments later. This whole place, to him, seemed... surreal. Everything so far had looked as though it was kept in a distinct order and he bet that whoever ran this place would freak if they saw even a blade of grass out of place.

He giggled slightly at the thought.

He turned and looked at the dark glass window that seperated him and the driver and then down at the seats bellow it. He closed his eyes and sighed, remembering the conversation that he had with his father only a few hours before.

[The stared at each other for a few moments, before the elder spoke. "You'll be going to a school that will refine you. They'll rid you of those nasty habits you picked up from that woman." He sneered in disgust before he continued, "If you're in my custody I won't allow you to remain an embarressment to me. That woman... She really has no sense when it comes to raising a child."]

He remembered that the conversation had gone from bad to worse after that. He had said something, which he really couldn't remember what it had been, that upset his father and the man proceeded to yell and berate him with insults and curses. All he could do was duck his head down and take it. After all, his father had gained full custody of him after he found out that hs mother had been using his child support for drugs and male prostitutes.

He looked out the window once more when the car started to slow down and praticially plastered his face to the glass to get a better view of the building and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed as he took in the site that met him.

It was huge! It was about four stories high with an angled roof that had two towers that stood proudly at the top on opposite ends and it had too many windows to possibly count. His eyes drifted to the door, and there stood two people, hands behind their backs and hair immaculately done up; one in a bun, and the other combed back.

The driver walked around to Shuichi’s side and opened the door, letting him step out. With a deep breath took his first step onot the asphalt. Out of habit he nervously fidgeted with the sleeves of his shirt.

When the driver motioned for him to walk over towards the building, he nodded and started to move his body to where the two other people stood.

“Don't trip, don’t trip, don't trip...” He repeated over and over again in his head, like a mantra. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself after all. He remembered that Mother had once said that the first impression is everything, so you have to make it count. He faltered in his steps as he thought of her, but he shook his head and made his smile a little bigger as he hurried towards the strangers.

As he got closer, he noticed that the expressions on their faces never changed as their gazes stayed fixated on him. This gave him the creeps if anything else.

He let out a small sigh of relief as he reached them and bowed deeply, murmuring a small, but polite, greeting.

“Mr. Shindou, welcome to Takatou’s school of Etiquette and Refinement. I am Mrs. Shigure, and this is Mr. Okumiya.” Her words came smoothly from her mouth and Shuichi couldn’t help but wonder if she had been practicing the precise way to say that in front of a mirror for hours as he had done with his greeting.

He stifled his laughter as they both looked at him and he cleared his throat nervously. The both gave one another a piculiar look before asking him to follow them. He did so and they all walked into the school.

Mrs. Shigure walked over to another woman that appeared to be a maid of some sort and spoke with her for a moment before walking back to them. She nodded towards Mr. Okimuya and he excused himself, walking down one of the hallways. Shuichi watched him, and noticed that he was in a black Armani suit. He tilted his head, wondering where he was going but was snapped from his thoughts as Mrs. Shigure began to speak.

“I must regretfully inform you that I will not be able to escort you to your dormitory but if you will please follow Ms. Tran, she will take you to your room.” She bowed her head slightly and headed towards a door farther down the hall, hands tucked into her kimono sleeves.

It was just now that he noticed that she was wearing a traditional kimono, it was the heavily layered kind. He couldn’t help but think that she must be hot in that stuffy thing, because it was sure hot in the building. Or maybe it was just him?

He turned towards the maid, who had waited patiently while he observed the other adults, and as he murmured an apology she nodded and asked him to please follow her. They walked through what appeared to be endless hallways that led to nowhere, before she stopped and turned towards him.

“There are rules that you must follow when in the dorms,” She began. “Just like in the rest of the building. No running, rough-housing, drinking, smoking...” The list went on and on and soon he felt as though he was going to doze off and fall into a muddled mess at her feet, but a particular rule sent him jolting back into reality.

“And no, under any circumstances, interacting with your peers in a sexual manner. Is that understood?” He gave her a near baffled look but nodded. Everyone in this school was a guy, right? What could they possibly do together?

When she saw it she rolled her eyes and turned to the doors they stood next to. She flung them open and instantly sounds of laughter and talk flooded into his ears, before they abruptly stopped. He looked around the room and saw about six or seven boys, all scattered throughout the place, and all their eyes were on him. He gulped and started to fidget with his sleeves again.

“Your things will be brought up momentarily.” Ms. Tran said as he looked at the other boys pensivally, before walking away and closing the doors with a snap behind her.

He stood there silently, and looked down at his feet, unsure as to what he was supposed to do. Soon enough, everyone lost interest in him and carried on with whatever they had been doing before Ms. Tran and he interrupted them.

He looked up, finally, and surveyed his surroundings. The walls were a soft, creamy vanilla color, and looked quite plain. The floor, he guessed, was maple, since they seemingly used that for everything here. But then again, he couldn’t even tell the difference between pine and ceder.

So lost in his thoughts, he was caught unaware when a few boys walked up to him. He very nearly jumped 10 feet into he air when they spoke.

“Whoa! Calm down, there.” One of them laughed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Shuichi looked up ad was surprised to see a tall brunette, or was he a redhead, looking down at him.

“I’m Hiroshi.” He began, “But everyone just calls me Hiro. And you are...?” He trailed off, waiting for an answer from the other teen.

Shuichi looked at him blankly before the meaning of what was said sunk in. Go figure. I mean who else’s brain would fail right at that moment?

He bowed deeply, and with his head still down, almost touching the floor as he said in an almost rushed voice “Shindou, Shuichi.” they all laughed and the boy named Hiro kneeled down and peered at the pink haired teen.

“There's no need for such formalities, save it for when it counts, k?” Shuichi stood up right, and nodded, smiling nervously as he looked at all of the boys.

“Oh yeah! I never introduced everyone else!” Hiro grinned at his unintended slip. “This is Tatsuha...” He gestured at a black haired teen that waved politely with a grin on his face, though there was a gleem in his eyes that Shuichi didn't quite trust but he nodded and continued to smile.

“And this one here, happens to be Suguru.”

The green haired teen tilted his head and said smoothly “Nice to meet you.”

Everything was sort of silent for a moment, each one unsure what to say before Tatsuha broke in.

“Well, since you’re new here, why don’t we show you around and introduce you to all the guys? Also, you can maybe tell us about yourself.” He slapped Shuichi on his back, and grinned happily.

Shuichi squeaked slightly and smiled nervously. “About... Myself?” no one had ever asked him about himself before. “Like what?”

“Well,” Tatsuha grinned. “Let’s start with you hair.”

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Broken Porcelain

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Well, I changed quite a few things in this chapter. I know that it's short, just as the other ones are but I am trying to make them longer. I'm positive the sixth chapter will be at least five pages long (as this one is only three). Review if you'd like and thank you for reading!