Broken Porcelain (Continuation)

Okay, so I’m letting my friends borrow my account. This is from the story Broken Porcelain. She can’t get into her account because it’s been two years and she can’t remember which e-mail she used to retrieve her password. So here it is and enjoy my friends.

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So I was at my computer and I decided to check my e-mail and I saw that someone reviewed a story that I had never quite finished. So I clicked on it being the curious little puppy that I am (and I was a bit happy I’ll admit). It was from yashamew and s/he said something like, “It’s been two years already. Come on.” I couldn’t help but agree. It had been two years and that seemed like such a long wait for all of my… loyal readers. Of course since such a large amount of time has passed my style has inevitably changed so it won’t be the same as what you all remember but that doesn’t matter I suppose (It’ll most likely be crappy as usual =P). Anyway, I didn’t continue it because I was completely and utterly stuck but I think I might be able to squeeze out a few more chapters. We’ll just have to see then, now won’t we? Read and enjoy.

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Broken Porcelain

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Since that night time had passed slowly for Shuichi. He had grown used to the procedures and customs of the Takatou’s all boys’ school but he messed them up with the same miserable clumsiness that seemed to remain stagnantly with him wherever he went and in whatever he did. His hands ached from how many times they had been struck by Mrs. Shigure’s relentless ruler of justice and Hylands ointment had become his best friend in those cruel times. Thankfully the boys in his room, Hiro and Suguru, had stayed by his side and helped him in whatever he needed, whether it was his homework or a shoulder to cry on. The latter being the most useful to an overly emotional idiot like him, or so Suguru liked to say. But there was still one thing that Shuichi could not get used to no matter what he did; his teacher Mr. Yuki.

The man was completely insufferable! He seemed to have it out for Shuichi no matter the circumstance. For instance, in Language and Composition earlier on in the week Shuichi was sitting in the back row minding his own business, mind you, while staring at his hands and out of nowhere Mr. Yuki decided to pick on him! He started yelling about how his last essay had been atrocious and that he would never get a good grade in the class if he kept turning in garbage like that. And Shuichi knew he was right, the essay was pretty bad but that didn’t mean he had to yell at him like that, right? The humiliation of being called out in front of the whole class was unbearable. He didn’t know if he could go through it again.

Though the problem now was just turning in okay work and keeping the man off his back. If he could do that, he could survive the semester. Hopefully.

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Shuichi pulled at his sleeves and tucked them beneath his hands so he could get a good grip on them. Feeling slightly better he looked out the window at a particularly glum day and before he knew what was happening Mr. Yuki had once again come out of nowhere and pounced on him (Figuratively speaking of course).

“What about you Mr. Shindou, have anything to add to the conversation?”

Shuichi flinched slightly, surprised, and slowly turned towards his teacher, his shoulders slumped and his head hung, “I-I uhm, I don’t really know…”

“You don’t know what Mr. Shindou?” Mr. Yuki snapped, “That we’re talking about complex parallelism? Or how it’s used because the technique is a crucial component to the upcoming essay you must write to pass the class.”

The words stung and bit into his body. Suddenly Shuichi felt an indescribable amount of shame come over him. He wrung his hands together and shook his leg in a jittery motion as he tried not to cry when he heard his teacher sigh in resignation.

“Calm down Shindou.” Mr. Yuki said, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes screwed shut, “Why don’t you go and stand out in the hallway for me? I’ll be right with you.” He bit out his words with every piece of self control he had left and when he heard no movement he added, “I expect you to be gone when I open my eyes.”

The sound of a chair scraping against the ground and hurried footsteps sounded and soon the sound of a door opening and closing signaled that it was okay to open his eyes again. As he looked about the room he saw that twenty students stared at him with the same terse indignation written across their faces.

“He does have a way with persuading the crowd, I’ll give him that.” He thought as he instructed them to turn to page 214 in their packets and begin reading.
“I’ll be back momentarily.” He said and turned and made his way out of the room.

Sure enough he found Shuichi slumped against the wall on the floor, his whole body shaking. Kneeling down Eiri sighed and put a hand on his shoulder but that only seemed to increase the boys’ anxiety so he pulled his hand away and sighed again.

“Shuichi.” He whispered softly, “Calm down. There’s no reason to get so upset. I was merely…” he was suddenly interrupted when his student promptly stopped shaking and fell sideways into him passed out. Yuki’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as soon as he realized what happened and not being able to move with the dead weight on his chest he reached over and banged on the classroom door.

“Someone open the fucking door!” He snarled, not in the mood for the politeness that the Takatou’s all boys’ school required. After all, one of his students had toppled over on him.

Hiro was the one to answer the door and by the look on his face he had gained the wrong impression.

“I don’t know what the Hell you’re thinking but it’s not that. This fucking idiot passed out. Now stop standing there and get him the Hell off of me and to the infirmary!” Eiri snapped. Hiro and two other boys moved quickly and pulled Shuichi off of him and with some maneuvering they succeeded in Hiro holding him bridal style in his arms.

“Wow, for such a small guy, he sure is heavy.” Hiro breathed out. With a nod to his teacher Hiro and the two boys went as fast as possible down the hallway and out of site.
Sighing Eiri pulled out a cigarette and went to light it but stopped short as he saw over fifty students standing out in the hallway with curious, if not suspicious, looks on their faces.

“Get in class!” He snarled and like flies in the site of bug spray they fled the halls.

“Finally.” He mumbled and flicked the lighter on. He put it up to the cigarette and was about to inhale when a voice broke through the silence.

“Smoking again I see, Eiri. What ever shall I do?”

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If you don’t already know in this chapter I was trying to show that Shuichi brings out the softer side in Yuki by way of his anxiety. If you didn’t understand from my subtle, or not so subtle… Hints than I thought I’d give you a little added help. Anyway, I’ll try to get the next chapter up in less than two years; maybe two weeks, two days, a day, a month? I don’t know. The muse be a tricky mistress. Anyway… Thank you for reading!