Post by Yuuto Tachibana on Jun 17, 2017 1:32:38 GMT -5
Rain?
Yuuto hated it. It usually equated long lectures and long training spars, both of which Yuuto found himself attending. As you could probably tell, he preferred to skip class; every minute in lecture was a minute less thinking about home. But, Yuuto had graduated; he had no class to attend, just a division to join and settle down in. Yet the thought of it -- time spent indoors -- terrified him. Maybe because each water-drop carried a quiet reminder of the past: piano. After all, every rainy day was an opportunity to learn Chopin. But rain outside also meant the flowers would be watered, which meant Yuuto and Chloe would not be outside with the lilies and daffodils, which meant there would be no giggling over mother's tirades on how to hit a C major chord real good.
Rain was a solemn reminder to play. Dance in the rain puddles? Don't be silly, you'll get sick!
Prepare for the competition. Play on your own. Practice. Practice. Practice makes perfect. Keep going. Be like Chloe. You'll get there. Make mother proud.
Drip. Drop. Pitter patter. The rain slides down the window-pane.
Yuuto looked away from the window. He had been sitting on a bench in a hallway that overlooked a series of training rooms. Beside him, a book with a hot pink hardcover. It certainly was a thick book and the pink cover made him think of glitter and princesses, rather than literature. But pink makes for good eyeshadow, and pink is a solid color for boys trying to cross-dress in the Academy. This in mind, Yuuto picked up the book and read its title: How to Cheat a Dragon's Curse.
Dragon? The student almost broke into a chuckle. Hard feelings about rain, piano, and shoulda-coulda-woulda's seemed to evaporate instantly. He flipped the book and skimmed its synopsis:
Fishlegs has been struck with deadly Vorpentitis.
Yuuto snickered. This is not Academy material and this is not literature. Surely this isn't on any competent student's reading list. Academy students are much too busy crunching facts about hollows, sword posture, and whatever else Yuuto most likely missed in those lectures. This book is, well, indecent.
And still, he opened it. A thin bookmark fell off the page. An embroidered flower pattern greeted him, rich in purples and magentas. Then he realized the pattern spelled a word: "JUNKO."
"Who is she?" The student thought aloud. He tried to sound her name out; maybe he would recognize it then. But he couldn't think of anyone and Yuuto always remembered a pretty face -- even if said girl happened to own something so innocent.
Yuuto stood up and cradled the book in his arms, hardcover pressed firmly against his chest. He wasn't sure why he felt embarrassed to carry such an item. Casual reading is no crime. But he also wasn't sure where his sense of obligation came from either -- leaving the book alone would have been so much easier!
Still, it can't hurt to meet a pretty face and Yuuto figured he would be in for a treat.
He would first try the training rooms. As he walked through the hall, the sound of training dummies being whacked and kicked mingled with the yells and screams of close-combat training spars.
Yuuto picked the loudest one.
He poked his head inside the room. Yuuto didn't bother knocking; surely the students inside wouldn't notice.
"A book, anyone?"
That wasn't much of a sentence, but Yuuto tried to be polite. He still had his grip around the fairytale. You could even see that pathetic pink hardcover sticking out.
597
Yuuto hated it. It usually equated long lectures and long training spars, both of which Yuuto found himself attending. As you could probably tell, he preferred to skip class; every minute in lecture was a minute less thinking about home. But, Yuuto had graduated; he had no class to attend, just a division to join and settle down in. Yet the thought of it -- time spent indoors -- terrified him. Maybe because each water-drop carried a quiet reminder of the past: piano. After all, every rainy day was an opportunity to learn Chopin. But rain outside also meant the flowers would be watered, which meant Yuuto and Chloe would not be outside with the lilies and daffodils, which meant there would be no giggling over mother's tirades on how to hit a C major chord real good.
Rain was a solemn reminder to play. Dance in the rain puddles? Don't be silly, you'll get sick!
Prepare for the competition. Play on your own. Practice. Practice. Practice makes perfect. Keep going. Be like Chloe. You'll get there. Make mother proud.
Drip. Drop. Pitter patter. The rain slides down the window-pane.
Yuuto looked away from the window. He had been sitting on a bench in a hallway that overlooked a series of training rooms. Beside him, a book with a hot pink hardcover. It certainly was a thick book and the pink cover made him think of glitter and princesses, rather than literature. But pink makes for good eyeshadow, and pink is a solid color for boys trying to cross-dress in the Academy. This in mind, Yuuto picked up the book and read its title: How to Cheat a Dragon's Curse.
Dragon? The student almost broke into a chuckle. Hard feelings about rain, piano, and shoulda-coulda-woulda's seemed to evaporate instantly. He flipped the book and skimmed its synopsis:
Fishlegs has been struck with deadly Vorpentitis.
Yuuto snickered. This is not Academy material and this is not literature. Surely this isn't on any competent student's reading list. Academy students are much too busy crunching facts about hollows, sword posture, and whatever else Yuuto most likely missed in those lectures. This book is, well, indecent.
And still, he opened it. A thin bookmark fell off the page. An embroidered flower pattern greeted him, rich in purples and magentas. Then he realized the pattern spelled a word: "JUNKO."
"Who is she?" The student thought aloud. He tried to sound her name out; maybe he would recognize it then. But he couldn't think of anyone and Yuuto always remembered a pretty face -- even if said girl happened to own something so innocent.
Yuuto stood up and cradled the book in his arms, hardcover pressed firmly against his chest. He wasn't sure why he felt embarrassed to carry such an item. Casual reading is no crime. But he also wasn't sure where his sense of obligation came from either -- leaving the book alone would have been so much easier!
Still, it can't hurt to meet a pretty face and Yuuto figured he would be in for a treat.
He would first try the training rooms. As he walked through the hall, the sound of training dummies being whacked and kicked mingled with the yells and screams of close-combat training spars.
Yuuto picked the loudest one.
He poked his head inside the room. Yuuto didn't bother knocking; surely the students inside wouldn't notice.
"A book, anyone?"
That wasn't much of a sentence, but Yuuto tried to be polite. He still had his grip around the fairytale. You could even see that pathetic pink hardcover sticking out.
597
