Lunch with a Side of Mystery
kiyoshi Guest
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Post by kiyoshi on Nov 5, 2011 20:18:06 GMT -6
Date: May, 5th, 2003, Monday Time: 1:30pm (Lunchtime?)
Kiyoshi sat down at the table in the reference room, lunch on the table next to him with a book and pencil in front. To help distract himself from reminiscing, he had brought along his sketchbook to draw in while he ate. For today's meal he had purchased a curry bread and milk drink from the cafeteria, pushing his way through the crowds skillfully. Of course, he had to try do it without injuring people, so he mainly dived into the rabble and made it to the front by chance. There were about 11 pages used in his 40 page sketchbook, things he had drawn to distract himself on previous days. Some of them he had done during class having already learned what was being taught using textbooks he had at home. Opening up his curry bread and taking a small bite out of it, the flavor of spices played with his taste-buds as his saliva began breaking down the bread. Chewing it for a while, he forgot to swallow as he drew.
Swallowing after a few dozen chews of the same small chunk, Kiyoshi took another small bite out. Eating it in small bites made it last longer and help you feel more satisfied with it, giving you the sense you were eating a lot even if your mouth wasn't full of food. What he had decided to draw this time was a scenery from his past which he could work on for a few days because it would include the scenery instead of just a person in profile. Of course, there would be people in this drawing as well. The picture was going to be of his sister sitting at her desk studying, something he saw often enough to burn into his mind. Of course, it was a bit fuzzy but he should be able to work out the details and add some to make it look alright. Swallowing once again, he instead took a sip of his milk he had. He continued on to take a bite of his bread, and then resumed drawing. It was rather quiet in the room, and none of the occasional delinquents seemed to be lurking about. Taking off his blazer and placing it on the back of his chair, he felt the air on his bare skin and found it relaxing.
Now with less material pulling on his skin, he felt he could draw properly, or at least relax easier. Still taking a long time eating a single small mouthful, Kiyoshi mixed some milk in with it before swallowing, adding a different flavor to it. It was amazing how many different flavors you could get depending on the combinations you use, even with just a drink and flavored bread. Quantity, quality and ratios. One could use math to explain the different flavors, but that isn't something that Kiyoshi was suppose to think about right now. At the moment, he was drawing, and so he should focus on that. His chewing began to slow down as he zoned out, focusing only on his art. In fact, someone could walk in and drink his milk, and he would most likely not notice it. Currently, the basic and rough outline of a figure was drawn, and sketched lines indicating a window, bed, bookcase, desk and chair could be seen too. Now, who is the lucky person to disrupt this working artist?
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akane Guest
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Post by akane on Nov 5, 2011 21:46:20 GMT -6
Akane pulled out her lunch from home, since her family still couldn't afford to let her buy from the school. They were still recovering from the debt scare since before they moved, and Akane was determined not to burden her family more than she had to. Besides, with the help of Masumi, she'd been able to get loads of practice cooking her lunch. Of course, Masumi wouldn't let Akane cook hers, for fear of food poisoning. She's nice all the time, but when it comes to cooking, Masumi might as well be a pitbull. Strange how we were so alike as kids, and now completely different. Akane thought as she carefully slid her lunch box out. It was a plain light blue box, not pink like Eri's had been or black like Kei's. They all had a color that seemed to be their favorite, but Akane didn't think a dark deep purple adorned with cherry blossoms and matching chopsticks was really necessary, no matter how wondrous it was.
It's so loud in here. No wonder Masumi always hates coming to eat lunch with me. Akane thought as she stood up. After all the stress for her lessons with Yeagura, she needed a break from all the sound. The only problem was that Akane was brand new to the school. She didn't know where the quiet places were, exactly. There's got to be an empty classroom somewhere right? I'm not going to the roof, because last time I almost fell off I was so scared. Akane thought. She hated heights, absolutely loathed them. When one of her friends dared her to eat lunch up there last year, Akane's pride wouldn't let her say no, but her fear quickly reduced her to ragged breaths and shaky hands. Cringing at the thought, Akane took her food and walked out the door, in search of a quiet place.
Walking down the hallways, Akane peeked in classrooms that seemed to be empty, only to find a gaggle of people sitting in the back doing god-knew-what, so she silently walked on, exhaling as she came to the end of yet another hallway. She didn't even know where she was at this point; the layout of the school was still unfamiliar to the dark headed girl. There's got to be a library around her somewhere. Akane thought as she turned another hallway. This one seemed to be filled with an assortment of rooms that weren't in use. Could the library be in here? Akane thought as a flash of Yeagura's scolding face came to mind, reminding her she had to practice her music tonight since Yeagura was out of town. Akane didn't want to do it, but Yeagura had ears like a hawk. If Akane didn't practice, she'd know. Probably in a heartbeat, or like a sixth sense. Akane could just pciture old Yeagura sitting with his hand to his temple face disapointed as he said to the person he was judging, "Ms. Uesugi didn't practice. I'll have to beat her when I get back." Of course, Yeagura only beat her verbally, and that was a hyperbole besides. Yeagura didn't yell at her that much, only about once every other practice.
Usually when Akane was stressed, she'd do something to make her unstressed. So while she looked for rooms, Akane hummed an arpeggio. Soon that became a full on f-blues scale. It wasn't long after that, that Akane became carried away and started to sing quietly, ever expanding her tempo and dynamics as she neared the end of the hallway. She was singing an american song, one that Kei listened to when she came back from university long enough to let Akane listen to her beautiful voice. The song was one by a band called Angels and Airwaves. It was a song full of metaphors and allusions; Soul Survivors was a song Akane and Kei used to duet on before Kei left.
"I am a ghost This is a dream There's something here It calls to me I sense it cause it's always there So silent as I stare and stare" While lookingfor rooms, Akane brought the song forward in sound, adding some grace notes or singing more like the guy who sang them. Even though the song was confusing, it had a sad, calming quality on Akane who was become quite nervous at the fact of not being able to find a room.
"There is a light, when were asleep We're barely doors, with locks and keys With feelings of our hopes and fears As sounds explode within our ears" There! A door cracked slightly open, with no sound coming out of it whatsoever. Akane peeked inside at first, and saw a long table, and several old bookcases. She'd already been to the library twice; while not remembering where it was, Akane was sure that this room wasn't the library. Stepping outside the door quickly, she read the door label that said "REFERENCE ROOM" A reference room? It looks deserted. I wonder what this room is used exactly for?
"Like stars at night falling fast asleep on the risen sun Wait patiently You can feel it cause it's always there Quite stronger as you stare and stare Like love and lies shake violently Down to the core too fast to grieve It has a way to keep me down I gotta say it wears me out"
Akane reached a mezzo-forte by the time she entered the old room. Looking around, Akane felt like she'd finally found the place she was looking for. No distractions, no one to tell her she can't sing. It was as if she was granted this room by a deity to serve her purposes. Of course she was overplaying it, but Akane felt really happy. So happy in fact that as she was sitting down her lunch, she leaped into a fortissimo with the chorus of the song.
"So sadly soul survivors Lost and lonely in open water Yeah oh Yeah oh Yeah oh...Yeah Oh?" Akane saidthe last word, because while shehad been dreamily singing her music, she was blind to the fact that there was indeed a person in the reference room. A person, who's studying or other activity she could be prohibiting because of her singing. Akane lapsed into silence as she looked at the other student in the room, identifiable by the school uniform. He seemed weirdly familiar, and Akane couldn't place her finger on it exactly. He seemed to be either taking notes or drawing in something and had an extreme look of concentration on his face, a look that Akane mirrored when she had something important to do. Ashamed of disrupting him, Akane walked over to apologize.
"Excuse me, but I'm terribly sorry if my singing bothered you. I wasn't quite, aware of my surroundings." Akane said as she put on a smile. She was sorry, but again this was another person she put up a wall for; another person who would nod at what she said and go back to thinking she was a fine-upstanding student at this school.
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kiyoshi Guest
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Post by kiyoshi on Nov 5, 2011 22:41:49 GMT -6
Kiyoshi took another bite out of his bread and chewed it slowly, continuing his art. The basic lines were down and now he had to start getting into detail. The room would be the easiest to draw, so he would start with that. He had an eraser with him to rub out construction lines and fix any mistakes he made. Swallowing his mouthful and taking another slow bite, half of his bread was finally devoured after a long time. Or at least it seemed like a long time with all of the silence in the room. Like the Theory of Relativity by Albert Einstein, time only seemed to be passing quickly yet felt so slow simply because there was no external measurement. Time was going fast with no clock or rhythm reminding someone of time passing, and it was going so slowly in the mind of Kiyoshi as he drew.
That was until he could hear a tune, which he didn't even notice. He pushed it to the rear of his brain, ignoring it since he was so well concentrated on what he was doing. Swallowing once again, time felt like it was moving normally again and his slow eating became part of the beat. Not taking another bite this time, the music he heard in his ears began shifting his mental priorities, changing his thoughts of drawing to music. Of course, he was that concentrated on drawing that he didn't even notice it happening, nor did he notice someone enter the room and sit down. While his conscious mind was thinking about how to draw each part, his subconsciousness was beginning to think of music. An English song which he had heard before. Just like suggestive thinking, the song intruded on his mind and began persuading him.
When the music stopped, the sound of someone approaching him was null in his mind. In fact, he didn't even hear her approach. Usually he would have snapped out by now, but he was in that reminiscing mood where he can't help but zone out. It would probably take him a while to realize. In fact, he would be surprised about what he started to do. Ignoring what the girl had spoken to him, Kiyoshi's mind began playing the song again, this time his voice escaping and continuing the song where it was left. He hadn't heard the song often, but after hearing it again his mind began remembering the tune and the words that accompanied them. "Help I'm losing, help I'm falling Life is silent, the earth is calling Every reason, every nighttime And every day starts and ends in sunlight..."
He wasn't singing it loudly, but more at the speaking volume. He was singing it with a perfect English accent, which is to be expected with him being English to begin with. After it finished that part of the verse, his mind came out of its concentration and he realized what he had just done. Pencil hovering just off the paper in the same place, he sat still and slowly turned his head towards the girl who had approached him to apologize. He was also surprised at how he had been able to sing while drawing at the same time, and a song he only just remembered too. Seeing the girl, he turned a bit red and quickly averted his gaze, grabbing his bread and taking a big chunk out of it this time, chewing it furiously followed by drinking his milk to wash it down. Keeping turned away for a bit, he wondered what to do. "Um... sorry... for suddenly doing that. I sometimes zone out..."
That said, Kiyoshi takes a smaller bite out of his bread and chews it normally, turning back to face normally, head tilted slightly towards the girl. He had cleared the redness from his face, calming himself down, and was now able to see who it was in the room with him. Seeing her face, he could remember it from somewhere before. Thinking about it, he remembered as he swallowed his mouthful. It was someone in his class, 2-B. What was the name? Name... Something like... Something like... Oh, that's right. She was the transfer student who came in some time after he himself transferred from overseas. He wasn't quite sure what her name was, but he could always make up an excuse for why he got it wrong. "You're in my class, right? Usagi-san, was it?"
Of course, he probably didn't have it right, because how many people out there had the last name "bunny"? Oh well, at least he attempted to remember her name. He didn't make a habit out of memorizing every person's name in the school or his class, only those he was friends with. He had enough time studying and memorizing what he learned in class each day. Putting his pencil down for now, he also put his lunch down and looked towards the girl with his full attention, being polite and with the usual smile on his face. A smile that he had used many times and wasn't really that real, just something used to throw people off. Of course, he did make an honest attempt at smiling when with his friends.
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akane Guest
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Post by akane on Nov 7, 2011 10:37:43 GMT -6
Akane wasn't expecting an answer right away, as the boy seemed to be quite busy. He was drawing on something, a sketchbook from the looks of it. She was curious no doubt, but she didn't feel like it was an appropriate time to bombard him with questions about who he was and what he was drawing. He did look familiar though, as if she'd seen out of the corner of her eye somewhere in the building. Curse all this confusion about being new! I can't even recognize fasces anymore, and I used to have exemplary memory. Akane was flustered at the thought of not knowing who this familiar kid was. The way he looked so focused on his drawing reminded her of Kei on piano, and Akane felt a memory of her and Kei staying up late into the night before Kei left for university, singing as Akane played one of her many instruments and Kei playing piano. A true smile surged at that moment; a smile that made Akane forget for a moment how she hadn't seen Kei in months. Eri for even longer.
No, she didn't expect him to react the way he did at all. Instead of a monotone grunt or some form of expression usually saved for kids who were focused on something, the boy started to sing. Akane was almost flabbergasted as the boy didn't even take his eyes off of his drawing while he sang the next verse tothe obscure song Kei had taught Akane, the same one she had been singing moments ago. He wasn't bad either. In fact, in Akane's opinion, he sang it just as good, if not better than the composer himself. He did a perfect rendition of the second verse for Soul Survivors, and Akane felt something pull in her chest, if only for a moment. He reminded her of Kei, but at the same time he was mysterious and he could sing better than anyone she'd heard yet since coming to this school. The prospect of finding someone who loved to sing like she did put a new spring in her step.
"Help I'm losing, help I'm falling Life is silent, the earth is calling Every reason, every nighttime And every day starts and ends in sunlight..."
Akane came in on the last part out of habit, automatically raising her voice a third higher than the familiar boy's to create a harmony. Just like she had with Kei so many late nights ago. Akane didn't mean to start singing with him; at the end she was positively embarrassed for doing so. She just couldn't hold it in anymore, the need to get something real out into the air, the feeling that she'd suffocate if she didn't. The third oldest uesugi girl was positive her face was red and her one lone dimple was showing itself, so she quickly turned her head as the boy spoke to her.
"Um... sorry... for suddenly doing that. I sometimes zone out..." The boy said, and Akane glanced at him long enough to get the feeling that she did know him, from somewhere. The feeling like she was missing something scratched at her mind until she couldn't handle it anymore. Furious with herself for acting like a complete git, she turned around to the boy again, who was now taking a bit out of what seemed to be his lunch. She stopped herself from looking longingly at her own lunch, instead determined to remember where the boy was from. Obviously he had to be in her grade or maybe Masumi's; she hardly knew any seniors at all. Or people in Masumi's class, so he was probably from her grade.
His face wasn't red anymore, and Akane got the distinct feeling of looking at him once in a classroom, his head bent over looking at what must've been notes of some kind. Fortunately, he cleared up the whole matter when he spoke again. A wave of reassurance washed over the brown haired girl as he spoke, confirming that she wasn't crazy and in fact, they had the same class.
"You're in my class, right? Usagi-san, was it?" He said, and Akane stifled a laugh. Not because he said it particularly funny or anything, but because he did what most people did when trying to remember her name. They mispronounced it and called her Bunny. The blunder never failed to give Akane a good smile or chuckle before she talked because it was the same with most people. Even Mitsuo, her younger brother called himself Usagi sometimes.
"Oh yes, I am. Uesugi is my name though. Don't worry, you aren't the first, nor will be the last to make that mistake. " Akane explained, looking at his lunch again only to feel a stomach starting to growl. Deciding that she might as well eat in here since it was relatively quiet, Akane retrieved her lunch from the other table and relocated herself to sit opposite of the boy, who's name was still elusive. She remembered a fellow student telling her that he came from somewhere far from where he was now. IT didn't help in remembering who he was though. Sitting down in the chair, she also got a better look at what he was drawing, but the fact that she didn't know his name and that he had managed to sing that song spot-on dominated her thoughts at the moment.
"Oh and you have nothing to apologize for on the singing. I was the one who interrupted you, remember? So I'm sorry for that. I must point out though, I was surprised that you knew the song, and also that you were able to sing it quite well. N-not that I expected you to have a bad singing voice or anything...it's just..." Akane stopped as she started to falter on words to say. She hoped that she didn't offend him. She was just a tad shocked was all. "I was just a caught a tad off-guard, was all." Akane managed as she willed her face not to turn that wretched shade of red once again. Looking for something to occupy her, Akane pulled out her blue lunch tin and prepared to eat. She figured if the nameless boy wanted to talk, he would. If not, Akane didn't want to bother him much...she did however, want to eat before they had to return to class.
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kiyoshi Guest
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Post by kiyoshi on Nov 9, 2011 0:32:53 GMT -6
"Sorry, Uesugi-san. Being raised in an English speaking country makes it hard to remember Kanji names." That said, he watched her head over to another table and retrieve her lunch, which reminded him of his own. Taking a small bite out of his bread which was starting to run out, he took a sip of his milk to wet the bread, making it easier to chew and quicker to finish. He had to take his mind off the fact he had just sung in front of someone else, which he had tried his best to avoid. He didn't like singing in front of others, preferring it to remain a secret talent of his. Well, as long as he didn't sing anymore, it should be alright. That, and belittling his singing skills. Swallowing his mouthful, he heard the girl speaking again, and began drawing while she did, allowing him to keep himself distracted.
"I grew up listening to two languages, so naturally I began listening to two languages in songs. I must say, you know your music well. I'm not that good of a singer, and not that knowledgeable in music, but you had a good harmony there for an impromptu cue." Looking up occasionally as he spoke, Kiyoshi had flipped the page and began drawing something new. It was a portrait picture of a girl sitting at a table. When it was finished, it would be quite distinguishable. Heck, even after all the construction lines and outlines were done, it could probably be recognized. He had begun drawing the person in front of him out of habit, starting with Uesugi's hairline followed by facial outline, body outline and then finally outlines for the background and table. Even the lunch she was eating was roughly sketched onto the table.
"I don't often have visitors in here. Though, I rarely show up here except when filling in time." Usually Kiyoshi would simply leave the conversation, but it felt rude and out of character to say nothing at this time. Also, he needed to get his model to show different expressions and angles to be able to draw a better picture. So far, the hairline had been done roughly, as well as the body outline but not the facial expressions yet. Leaving that line of speech, Kiyoshi began chewing another bite of his diminishing lunch, eating it without milk this time. Having just sung in English, he felt like speaking some. It had been a while since he had. Being in Japan, he has had less time to speak English with everything being in Kanji or Romaji. He was still keeping an occasional glance at the girl while drawing, and eating his lunch at the same time with his mouth closed while chewing.
Starting to fall into his drawing zone again, only partly this time, Kiyoshi began sketching things quickly, finishing the outline for the background, table, lunch, hairline, body and face, and beginning to draw in the background in detail. The bookcases behind her, blurred titles of books and resources, the table she was sitting at, and the lunchbox which she was eating from. This picture was drawing with Uesugi holding the chopsticks in her mouth, having finished what was being held by them and thinking what to grab next. The items she had for her lunch were also drawn. He may not be a great artist, but he was good enough to be able to capture the scene in detail. He was more of a speed artist than a detail artist, preferring to finish things quickly and not with full details, such as skipping the background. Snapping out of his concentration, he finished off his bread and washed it down with the last of his milk. He managed to get it to last quite a while.
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akane Guest
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Post by akane on Dec 6, 2011 18:54:41 GMT -6
((Sorry for both the late post, and the suckish quality.))
If it was possible for Akane's face to get any redder, it would have with the boy's comment on her singing. She usually wasn't one to take compliments seriously, playing them off as just a nicety instead of something meaningful. Paired with the interruption that she had caused the boy, she felt both embarrassed at his compliment and horrid for making him pause from what he was doing. Seem's he's gotten over it though. Akane noted as she began to eat a bit of her lunch. He had flipped through a couple of pages in his book and took away a drawing she was beginning to see and started on a brand new one. At this rate I'll never see what he's making! Akane thought as she ate some rice from the light blue tin.
"You know you're music too, uh...it's true. Even for someone who knows songs in two languages, that means you have twice the amount to remember. Don't sell yourself short." Akane said, noticing how he played himself down in his compliment of herself. Akane, even if it was hypocritical, felt that one shouldn't ignore or play down their talents. There's a difference between owning your talent and making sure everyone knows that you own your talent though. Own it, but be modest. Akane remembered Eri saying to her once about how Eri was great at school. Though Eri did have a bit more of an ego that Kei, who was equally good in academics, you could still say that they both were very modest about it. Taking another bite of food, Akane thought about how she missed Eri and Kei, but was soon interrupted by the nameless boy once more.
"I don't often have visitors in here. Though, I rarely show up here except when filling in time." He said, glancing up while he was talking a couple of times before refocusing on what he was drawing. Akane couldn't get a good view since it was both backwards and skewed from her point of view, but the picture looked like a person at a table. I'll see more when he's ready to show me. Akane thought to herself. Masumi drew a lot too, and it took many tries of pleading before she would show Akane anything. Akane never had talent with drawing or art, she had always been more musically inclined.
"I don't think I've been in here before myself. That partly may be because of the fact that I'm a newer student; I tend to randomly wonder into places while looking for my sister or something else." Akane exclaimed, making sure her real thoughts were masked away. No one needed to know what really went on in her head. Of course, it may also be because of loud idiots in my class and the noise making it impossible to concentrate on anything of importance. Akane thought to herself as they both lapsed into a comfortable silence.
They boy went on with his work, making up the page more while Akane finished her serving of food and started to finish off the rice. She'd always been a fast eater. At her house when all the children ate, they didn't have enough chairs at the table for everyone to enjoy a meal together. So they went kind of in shifts, where the first people, usually Akane and Kei would get their food first, sit and eat quickly while others got their servings. By the time that Akane and Kei were done, the table had been filled, and they'd give their seats to another member of the family that needed it, namely their father and mother who had taken to standing while the rest of the kids ate. It wasn't a perfect system, but Akane subconsciously learned how to eat quick and keep it all down; a trick that some others in her family hadn't mastered. Since Eri and Kei were away now, the table could sit the six remaining Uesugi family members. Father's never home anyway and I'm gone so much that it seems we never get a meal together anymore. Akane reflected as she finished off her rice too.
Sliding the tin lid back on the now empty lunch container, the third eldest Uesugi girl looked at the boy across the table from her. He seemed quite focused on what he was drawing and she didn't want to interrupt him. She knew how it felt to have someone interrupt her while she was playing piano or any other instrument she had taken a liking to. Still, Akane was having a bit of a time trying to figure out who exactly he was sketching. She didn't know very many people at the school to begin with; the task was harder from the start. Still, she didn't give up as she saw that the person living on the page was eating something, or at least had just finished eating. The girl, as Akane noted, was poised as if trying to think of what to eat next, her eyes looked especially life-like. It was like Akane could feel what she felt just by looking at her eyes. This student is a very good artist. I wonder if it's natural talent or if he took classes? Akane thought as he marked the page more. Some elements of the figure were familiar to Akane, like she had seen them before.
Two things she didn't know still, after sitting in the room for a bit with this student who seemed to be in her class. Who he was, and what he was drawing. Could it be a classmate of ours? Akane thought as he seemed to be nearing some sort of end of his drawing. Deciding to risk it, Akane sucked in a deep breath and spoke to him.
"You know who I am, even if mispronouncing my name. Don't you think it's only fair that I get to know what I can call you?" Akane asked, giving the boy a slight lopsided grin as she spoke. This was more how Akane was to her friends, a bit devilish and stronger than her shy self.
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kiyoshi Guest
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Post by kiyoshi on Dec 6, 2011 20:18:18 GMT -6
Finishing off the last parts of the picture, Kiyoshi felt comfortable with how it was turning out. It was a speedy work like how he preferred to do them, and didn't have as much details, but it still looked well done. The picture of his sister he was drawing was more of a detailed picture, one that would last him and would look after, whereas his speed arts would be ones he could give away to others. Finishing off the picture with the details of Uesugi, he put in things like the hair shading, individual strands here and there, clothing wrinkles, body curves where appropriate and needed, and also the fingers. Drawings hands and fingers were quite a difficult thing to do, more so than clothing for Kiyoshi. Putting his pencil down and having a good look over it, he felt it was finished and so picked up the pencil one more time, erasing a line in the bottom left corner. He also heard Uesugi asking for his name as he did so. Giving her a quick smile, he finished off his art.
In the bottom left corner where he erased a line, he replaced it with two Kanji characters. It was his name. He pulled it out neatly from the book and pinned it around, sliding it across the table to Uesugi and closing his drawing book, putting his utensils away. Watching her face for a bit, he pointed at her in case she was wondering who it was in the picture. Giving one of his usual smiles, he felt satisfied having spent his time drawing. Though, he kept up his barrier so that he wouldn't get close to any girls. He had been scarred before, and he wasn't looking to have it happen again, especially not by his own actions. Sometimes his acting caused such things to happen that brought him somewhat closer to some girls, but he had to make sure that he didn't get too involved with them. He had to stay around guys as often as he could, avoiding girls where possible, otherwise he might change his mind and hurt himself.
Getting up and grabbing his rubbish, he placed it in a nearby bin before sitting back down where he was before. He didn't have much else to do now and was simply waiting for the bell. It may not be too far off from ringing. Reaching into his bag, he found what he would be using for his next class and went over the notes that were already in them. He was a bit ahead of the class, but it was still best to study what they were being taught or he would lose track and start getting things correct instead of purposely incorrect. He didn't like silence, but didn't like to talk when he didn't have to, so it felt rather awkward at the moment. If he could, he would play some music and use that to fill in the last bit of the interlude, but he didn't want to do that with someone else in the room. Holding in a sigh, he pretended to be studying and looked up once or twice to glance at Uesugi. He had to say something.
"Drawing is a hobby of mine. Helps me to pass the time. It may look good, but there are others a lot better. The same with my singing. I don't take pride in what I know isn't my best or of a recognized high quality." That said, just randomly, Kiyoshi felt like it was enough for now. He wanted to head back to class, but if he left now then it would be a bit rude, especially since they would be heading back to the same class after. Thinking about something else, he decided on his dinner for the night, as well as not to go out rollerblading this time. He had to get to catch up some sleep from rollerblading through the night on the weekend. With Golden Week over, he had less time to relax and have fun. He had to go shopping each Friday after school to top up his food and such, and then get any extras, and also make sure he handed in all his homework on time. His weeks were really busy.
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akane Guest
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Post by akane on Dec 25, 2011 15:29:50 GMT -6
"You're going to have to practice harder if you want to make it into the regional orchestra this year, Akane. No time for slacking, or some other person who plays your instrument will beat you because of your lack of commitment. We both know that you have the talent, just invest the time and you'll make it. Don't disappoint me, Akane." Yeagura did his signature finger shake at Akane, which instead of stressing his point managed to lighten her mood; taking her stressing thoughts of trying to find time to practice away for at least a moment or two. Akane packed up her various instruments for the night's lesson. The Tenor sax, on loan from Yeagura himself, her own bassoon, a instrument bought through her own toiling and hard-work, and a clarinet, on loan from one of her uncles. Yeagura had taken to teaching her on any instrument she brought in that he knew, free of charge since she often cooked dinner for the old man.
Akane aspired to be like Yeagura, witty and sarcastic, but with a serious side as well. Plus his talent with instruments? He was a virtuoso! She'd love to be able to just pick up a flute for the first time and wail away on it like she was a pro. Yeagura could play anything musical he set his mind to, and Akane was slowly realizing how blessed she was to have him as a teacher. He pushed her to be her best, and the fact that she was even a contender for regional orchestra this year was fantastic, something she'd never have done on her own. Yeagura had been famous for a bit in the surrounding regions before retiring to Hikarizaka and teaching kids like her and some adults, plus playing in the local symphony.
"I'll see you in two days time, yes? Don't be late, Akane. I'll tell someone higher up than your mother. I'll tell your director." Yeagura gave a hearty laugh before clasping his hands together and picking up his tenor case. "You don't need any help with this, Akane? You're taking home one more case than normal today. I doubt the bus will even want to let you on. Not that it ever wanted to in the first place."
Akane waved him away. "I've got it, so stop teasing me, Yeagura. We all know that you've probably been banned from the bus for being too obnoxious." Akane grinned as she slipped the clarinet in her backpack and grabbed the handle of the bassoon case in one hand and the tenor one from Yeagura in the other. The ease in her voice showed that Akane made no attempt to hide how she really felt about her relationship with Yeagura or her feelings in general. She felt at home with the man, like he was a long-time friend that she could chat more easily with than some of her school mates. He was like one of her uncles, but gave her musical lessons instead of strange gifts.
"I'll see you later!"[/color]
Akane hadn't realized that she slipped into memories of times where she could be herself while the student was drawing, but she must have. He certainly couldn't have had Akane talk about that under her own free will. She generally didn’t speak of how easy it was to just talk to Yeagura or how her lessons were going in general unless someone specifically asked her; for fear of losing her facade for a moment. She didn’t want people to know what she really thought. Because if she did, why, she wouldn’t be Akane anymore. She’d be someone else, someone that let down the expectations Akane was forced to stick to by none other than her own self. If she lost that, Akane felt like she would be anyone anymore. What would her family think?
Sitting up straighter and taking a minute to smooth out some wrinkles in her uniform, Akane turned her attention to the boy, deciding that there was to be no more information about her or her own, real thoughts, released out into the open. She could think it, but she’d bite her tongue and keep herself in check. It wasn’t a time to open up to anyone, it was a time for school work and simple pleasantries until she could get her hands on a musical instrument, and practice for her lesson with the master.
Akane saw that the boy had just put some of his utensils away, so she paid a bit more attention at the movement and what was happened. He seemed to be down with what he was working on, so Akane’s eyes brightened at the fact that she was probably going to get to see what he had done now. He pulled it neatly out of his book, and Akane didn’t think to glance at anything else in the book, for she was excited to see what he had been working on. Spinning it around, he placed it in front of the third eldest Uesugi girl and gave a small grin. It only took a bit of studying before she realized that she recognized the girl in the picture. Her hair had a familiarity about it that made Akane reach up to touch her own hair if only for a moment. Akane raised her eyes from the well drawn picture to the boy, who had just raised his hand to point at her, as if saying that she was the girl in the picture. There is certainly a likeness, but no. He didn’t draw me, did he? It does look like me, and he’s pointing to me... Akane wondered. It must be her then. Her eyes, filled with curiosity before had lightened up a bit and her facade dropped for the moment as she spoke.
“It’s wonderful. “ Akane spoke, looking at the paper once more before looking back at the boy, now knowing his name because of the signature on the picture. “It really is, Hibiki-san ” Akane finished before looking down at the photo. She now had her answers to her two questions.
Hibiki seemed to lapse into silence as he pulled out some notes to look over for a class. Akane wanted to say something to him, but she got the vibe that he didn’t want to talk, or that he wanted some silence. After the whole picture thing, she was happy to oblige, and got lost in her own thoughts once again as the room grew to a favorable silence, or so it seemed. Akane’s thoughts slipped to Masumi and chores; mundane things that she had to find time for, though Masumi needed more attention than simple chores. Maybe we can go do the shopping together tonight. I wonder if she’d enjoy that?
"Drawing is a hobby of mine. Helps me to pass the time. It may look good, but there are others a lot better. The same with my singing. I don't take pride in what I know isn't my best or of a recognized high quality." Akane’s thoughts about how to lighten up Masumi’s day fell to the back of her crowded mind as Hibiki spoke. Once again, he seemed to be selling himself short, but Akane decided not to make notice of it again. If he wanted to do that, she would only subconsciously reprimand him ever couple of times. She couldn’t control him, though he did deserve more credit than he was giving himself. “I guess drawing to you is like playing an instrument to me. I don’t like to let people hear me if I don’t think I sound good. That’s why I practice all the time, but I don’t think playing the bassoon is allowed in the reference room during lunch.” Akane gave an airy chuckle as she fiddled with her tin. “Still, you really are quite good, even if you say there are more that are better. “ Akane lifted up the picture Hibiki drew. “I could never do this. My sister got all the drawing talent.” And the patience to draw, for that matter. Akane thought as a picture of Masumi sitting on her bed with a pencil and book, hunched over in concentration floated to her mind.
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Post by kiyoshi on Jan 3, 2012 5:41:22 GMT -6
Kiyoshi got the idea that the mood in the room was a bit tense. It could also be a bit calming. Other guys would find it nice being in a room alone with a girl like this, but he didn't. Listening to Uesugi made him a bit impatient. He wanted to leave. He hated to deal with girls. He had his heart broken and betrayed once, and wasn't looking to have it played with again even if just as a friend or an acquaintance. Still, he had to keep up the good boy act. This wasn't the school to be playing around in, or the country to act rebellious in either. The bell looked like it was going to go soon, looking at his non-existent watch. Thinking of something else, he noticed that Yukine hadn't shown up that lunch time. She must have been busy with other things. Yukine had been there some of the other times he showed up, and he had known about her through her friends he met a little earlier when he started rollerblading.
Thoughts drifting, Kiyoshi began thinking of rollerblading again. He knew that tonight he wouldn't be able to with the amount of studying he had to do to keep up with his own standards. He didn't want to lose to his sister, even separated by both distance and age. Putting his studying materials away, he thought about what to do for the next class. Perhaps sleep and make sure he had notes of that class which he could go over? No, he already knew about what he was learning, but maybe at least going over it later would be good. Deciding on sleeping, he thought about making it seem like he was paying attention at least. He needed the sleep for his studying late at night. It took a large period of time learning what was above his own level, and so he used a lot of self time on it at home, as well as rollerblading.
For a minute, Kiyoshi began thinking that his thoughts were not only drifting, but going in a loop. He had a mysterious feeling of Deja Vu at the moment, making him display a bit of a puzzled look as the bell rang. If he didn't hurry, he was going to be late. Standing up and looking around to make sure he didn't forget anything or do something wrong, he walked to the door and slid it open, stopping to turn back to Uesugi. He was a bit hesitant to say this, but he wouldn't be in character if he left it as is. Quickly deciding what to say with his usual fake yet believable smile, Kiyoshi raised his voice to her so she could hear it. Though, being in the old school building in a lone reference room, she could probably hear just fine. At the least, it wouldn't be a dull volume he would use but rather a louder, confident and more cheerful voice. "Let's go. We don't wanna be late for class."
Should we shift to a new thread in the classroom with all of the classmates from our class which is class 2-B I think it was? I didn't check what class we're in because I can't be bothered so I just guess our Class is 2-B. And was Tomoyo is Class 2-B as well? By the way, try see how many times I said Class =P
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