Broken Porcelain

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Broken Porcelain

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Shuichi walked slowly and silently behind the older man. After spending those two minutes, those two very uncomfortable minutes, with him he decided he was less of an angel and more of an ass with really good hair. He pulled at the sleeve of his tux and mentally groaned. He looked ridiculous and to top it all off he was extremely late and was caught by one of the most uncouth people that he had ever met, not to mention one of the most surly. In a way the guy reminded of his father and that alone sent waves of anxiety running through his body.

As they neared the building where the dinner was being held a familiar emotion ran up his arms and down his legs.

Fear.

What was he going to do? What was he going to say? Would they laugh? Or would they ignore him? Treat him as though he was some kind of... of... What would they treat him as? All of these thoughts ran wild in his head and soon he felt dizzy and nearly tripped over himself again.

Though he was saved from his sure fate as the blond came to a halt in front of him, and Shuichi watched as he flicked his cigarette to the side and straightened up slightly. As he turned to face him the younger male gulped and tightened his hands into fists.

"Go in, walk over to a corner and stay there for the entire night. If you do that, no one should really notice you. Well, at least that Shigure hag won't." Turning back around he walked towards the door, idly calling back behind him, "Don't get used to my advice kid. This'll be the first and last time you'll hear it." before walking inside.

Shuichi stood there contemplating his words for a moment and with a shaking nod of his head and an unsteady stride he attempted to was as quickly and as silently as he could into the building, though with him, quickly and attempted silence never quite cut it. He end up snagging the end of Hiro's pants in the door as it closed and with an unmanly scream he promptly fell onto the ground, though this time, thankfully it wasn't on his face. Instead he found himself staring at a wonderful view of fluorescent lights and ceiling tiles.

He heard all the murmurs and whispered words around and him curled into himself slightly, wondering if it'd be best to play dead, or even pretend to have knocked himself out. But as a familiar red head popped into view those two options diminished.

Hiro smiled in that brotherly way of his before bending down and holding out his hand, "Would you like some help, Mr. Shindou?" With as much gratitude as he could muster at the moment he thanked Hiro and took up his offer. As soon as he was brought to his feet he looked around and was nearly mortified to see every eye on him. But after a few moments of staring most of them lost interest and continued on with what they were doing while the rest continued on before they were not so kindly reminded by Mrs. Shigure that staring was impolite.

Shuichi had just now realized that Hiro had been talking to him and with a shake of his head he forced a smile and asked, "Um, what were you saying?"

The other boy just laughed and shook his head as he repeated, "I was just going on about how that was quite a fall and I just wanted to inquire as to whether or not you were alright."

Shuichi nodded his head slowly as his eyes stared at floor while a dark blush tinted his cheeks. Hiro understood how it must feel to have done something like that and on his first day. He also understood why it had happened. Almost as funny (yes funny, though he would never outright laugh in the boys face about it) as the whole tripping incident had been, his clothes! Hiro should have known that his tux wouldn't have fitted the smaller boy, perhaps Suguru's would have been a better fit. He really did need to think before he acted sometimes.

"Do you care to join the others and I? It'd be a pleasure to converse with you." The read head nearly gagged on his words. God they sounded like a bad gaijin film. Shuichi, just now noticing his speech patterns nodded quizzically but as the other boy started off towards his group he none-the-less followed.

Tatsuha stood there and watched Shuichi as he slowly walked behind Hiro and decided that this kid was definitely nothing like his Ryuichi. He was clumsy, adorable, frail, and unsure of himself while the brunette that constantly haunted his dreams was graceful, sexy, strong, and very sure of himself. He smiled as he slipped off into another one of his sporadic day dreams about the older man before he was rudely jabbed in his side. Looking over to his side he non too gently took Taiki's head hand and squeezed it till his fingers turned white. He would have put the other in a head lock but since this was a dinner formal he didn't want to get into trouble. The other boy bite his lip in pain and as soon as Tatsuha let his abused hand go he cradled it to his chest, glaring daggers at the other male.

"Hello everyone." Hiro said politely, bowing. They did the same before standing up straight and smiling as Shuichi stood there with his a perplexed look on his face. Feeling more than a little awkward he made it his job to stick by Hiro, one of the very few people he thought he could trust, even just a little.

The night continued without an further incidents and even as they all piled into the Dining room so that the actually dinner could commence Shuichi managed to Keep himself upright and not trip.

They all went through a series of procedures, or what looked like procedures to Shuichi as they ate and talked. They even held their utensils strangely but thankfully Hiro was there to show him the way. As he ate he thought he could feel eyes on him but whenever he looked up he never saw anyone staring so he shrugged it off as a feeling of paranoia.

"Don't worry," Hiro said after awhile, "You will become accustomed to this and it will all eventually become second nature." Shuichi nodded and smiled. Though he wasn't really sure he could ever get used to this, he would at least try. Trying something couldn't hurt, could it?

"How many times do you all do stuff like this?" He said, pushing the food around in his bowl.

"Usually one a month." He replied, sitting up straight for a moment before slumping slightly, sighing, "Though I am wondering, if you don't mind my asking, why have you come here three months late?"

Shuichi, not really knowing how to answer, and not really feeling much inclined to shrugged, "I, uh, don't really know." Hiro nodded, accepting this as his answer. If he didn't feel like answering him, then who was he to force him?

Eiri looked over at that kid from before and scoffed. He really did look like a fish out of water. Leaning back in his chair he idly remembered some file that he was given, pertaining to him. It was the same old bull crap. His background, previous schools... Same old, same old.

For some reason he couldn't stop looking at that damn brat. It must be because of how god damn bad he looked. Compared to all the other little shit heads that sat around him he looked like the runt of the bunch. He almost laughed at the though. Almost.

"God, I must really hate kids or something..." he mumbled to himself. This brought on the thought of why he was even teaching. Something that he had thought about many times before and the only thing that he could think of was that it had been his only option. It was either that or take over his old mans business, something he had no desire doing.

"Something wrong, Eiri-kun?"

Looking over he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes but didn't and sighed, "No and it's not any of your business and way Seguchi." The other man put a face of mock hurt.

"Eiri, I'm hurt. What a way to show your friend gratitude when all I had ever done is care about you?" He said, putting his hand on his chest, pouting. Eiri rolled his eyes instead of answering the other blond stuffed food into his mouth.

"Now that's just not polite." Tohma said with a look of distaste on his face, "At least close your mouth Eiri."

Just to annoy him he continued to chew with his mouth open, even as going so far as to put another mouthful (that obviously didn't fit) in his mouth. Tohma groaned and put his hand over his eyes, "You really are difficult Eiri..."

After swallowing what food was in his mouth he smirked and sat back. Tohma left him alone after that and for this he was thankful. Since he had no desire to eat anymore of this food, his eyes scanned the room again and after only a short period of time he found them to be back on that new kid. His eyebrows knit together for a moment as he tried to remember what his name had been. Tapping his fingers on the table he looked up at the ceiling before his eyes snapped back down.

Shuichi.

That was it. For some reason he liked that name and for a very clear reason he became irritated. What the hell was he doing thinking about some weird looking kid for? And a male kid! He liked woman goddamnit!

He slapped himself mentally and nearly laughed. Of course he liked woman, he didn't even like the kid that way, he was just curious... was that even the right word for what it was? God, this all boys school was really starting to rub him the wrong way. Looking over he saw Mrs. Shigure caught up in a conversation with another one of the younger teachers. She really needed to get some and stop bothering all of them here. He glanced over at Mr. Okimuya and made sure he was busy with one of the other male teachers, probably knee deep in conversation about politics. He didn't need either of them following him.

With one last glance at Shuichi he stood up and excused himself before walking off. He heard Tohma say that he'd see him when he got back. Finally rolling his eyes he scoffed and walked out. Like he was coming back. Well, tonight anyway.

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Broken Porcelain

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Sorry that I got it out a day late... I got a writers block and I couldn't get rid of it. Then I got inspiration. Again, I'm so sorry. I hope that this was okay, I had quite a bit of trouble writing it. Thank you for reading!