[Private] In a world of pure imagination

[Takeshi Akiyama]

For Daniel~ :3

Creative writing class was, so far, his favorite. Then again, he hadn't exactly experienced his first class, having been trapped in the wrong room--and with a cruel teacher who wouldn't let him leave, no less--but he knew this would be his favorite. Painting was fun and all, but he wasn't very good at it, not by his own standards. He would never be able to convey his worlds with that medium. Words, however, had never failed him, and learning how to master them was like being given a gift from some higher power that really wanted him to succeed. He was thrilled to be taking this class.

Of course, looking at him, no one would be able to tell. Takeshi was slumped across his desk at the back of the class, his head pressed against the cool wood and his hair falling forward to hide his face. Of course, after all the excitement last period he really couldn't be blamed for having a headache, but his teacher once more proved to be the master of cruel and unusual punishment, as he wasn't allowed to go to the nurse for his medication. Of course, he carried a bottle in his bag, for emergencies, but being seen popping pills in class would most certainly result in his parents being called, whether the teacher had been informed of his condition or not.

Cruel and unusual punishment indeed. Now he wouldn't be able to enjoy his favorite class! What kind of folly was that? So much for the higher power wanting him to succeed; he was most certainly destined for failure. And misery, by the looks of it; his head wouldn't be letting up anytime soon, and he couldn't very well ask the boy in front of him to sit up straighter and hide him from the teacher while he took a handful of medication. Medication that probably wouldn't work, anyway, as he was too tensed up and stressed out to relax enough for it to take effect. And it didn't work well enough, anyway; his tolerance levels were skyrocketing, and they were bouncing him from one med to another in an effort to keep this thing at bay. The only thing that worked even a little was the "special" one he wasn't allowed to tell people about.

He considered banging his head on the desk in frustration, or starting a tantrum that would most certainly at least get him sent to the office, but decided against it. He hurt enough as it was; he would just...do his best to get through the day and then return to his dorm and take his medication. Like a "good boy." He snorted slightly at the thought, one hand sliding back to rub incessantly at his head.

[Daniel Greyson]

BUT TELL ME, DID YOU SAIL ACROSS THE SUN?

daniel to the rescue? yes, yess?

Creative Writing… sometimes he asked himself why exactly he signed up for this class in the first place. The idea was that he could gain a bit more experience when it came to dealing with grammar and such. It was something he surely needed if he ever decided he seriously wanted to become an editor. He told his parents and they seemed pleased with his choice of career, but constantly bugged him about how difficult it would be to actually become an editor. It was like authors… it only happens in a blue moon unless you’ve got good contentions.

Sighing, he tried to relax in the not-so comfortable seat, staring at the teacher and dotting down notes when he needed. Class was kind of boring. There wasn’t much going on at all. He’d probably jump to any chance he’d get if it involved getting up for a few minutes or something. Yet, this school seemed to be a strict place. Daniel even wondered if the teacher would smack him upside the head if they knew what exactly he was thinking. He’d get to sue them though. His parents would stand up for him. Plus, it’s not like mind reading is an excuse to hit a poor innocent student like himself.

For once in his life, he wished Blake was in the class, but his poor roommate cracked his wrist and who knows where he is. Shifting in his seat, he bit his lip, holding back a yawn as the teacher finally let them work on some short story. Daniel really didn’t have a clue to what he could possibly write. He wasn’t one who holds the main ideas, mostly just edits in the sub ones from time to time and fixes any mistakes the author makes. An editor… not an author, aka this class sucked for him.

He stared at the new, fresh blank lined piece of paper in front of him. Staring down at it with his eyes narrowed, a frown along his lips. This was kind of getting old. He’d have to deal with this for a year or so. At least it was a class that was kind of easy. As long as he used his describing and grammar skills correctly, it didn’t seem to bother the teacher as much if the story was kind of a cliché.

His eyes glanced over to the student besides him. He usually sat in the back and the guy next to him really didn’t look so good. “Hey… are you okay?” His words were quiet in a whisper, in hope that the guy would hear, but not have the teacher down his throat if his classmate really was okay. A hand ruffled into his brown hair as he stared, slightly worried that this guy really wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t wait long before his hand shot up in the air with the teacher asking him what was wrong.

“Mm, he isn’t feeling well, so can I take him to the nurse?” he voiced. His teacher glanced over to the unknown to Daniel student and let out a sigh before grabbing two passes and strolling over towards the two. He had the look as if they were two troublemakers. Daniel, maybe, sometimes, but this kid, he really didn’t know. Narrowing his eyes, he thanked the teacher after being handed the passes and stood up. Daniel glanced down at the poor guy before tugging on his arm. “Do you need any help standing?”

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[Takeshi Akiyama]

Yes yes, hero-boy~

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Takeshi watched with slight fascination as the edges of his vision faded to black and thumped lightly along with his pounding head, and ideas swam in the back of his mind even as he felt his usual after-class lack of energy flowing through his veins. He didn't want to move; he didn't want to think. He just wanted to lay there and watch his pulse around the edges of his vision. He'd write about "The Adventures of The Girl from Glavara" later. And come up with a better title, too. Then he wondered if there was a way to turn off his brain, and if there was, if it would make his head stop hurting.

His head tilted slightly toward the boy sitting beside him as the stranger's voice thrummed in his ears, and he blinked at him for a moment before turning back to his desk, closing his eyes and watching the veins in his eyelids. He could have sworn he was being talked to, for a moment, but by the time it had registered the stranger had his hand up in the air and was addressing the teacher, so he simply returned to his personal circle of hell and ignored it.

Takeshi couldn't ignore the tugging on his arm, however. Groaning lightly, he rolled his head again, squinting slightly up at the strange boy. It took him a long moment to process the words. "Er...I can...I can stand..." He said feebly, wondering for a moment why the boy was asking. He slid very slowly out of his desk, careful not to let the black closing in on his vision engulf him too quickly, and then stood swaying beside his desk, his eyes gazing at nothing as he attempted to pretend he had not just gone momentarily blind.

It faded again to the edges of his vision and he turned his gaze slowly to the stranger, blinking curiously despite his head. What was going on? Why had he been asked to stand? Glancing toward the teacher curiously, he got an impatient wave toward the door, and was left blinking and swaying in confusion, one hand coming up to cup the back of his head. He wasn't being kicked out of class, was he? Panic flooded him at the thought, and his head pounded harder, the blood draining from his face. "Ooh, that hurts..."

Already he'd gotten in trouble in two of his classes. First for not being there in the first place, and now for being in too much pain to pay attention. What were they doing? Was he supposed to be writing something, taking notes? Were they going to make an example of him? He could only imagine teachers as cruel as Ichirou ruling the school, where they would flay students who didn't pay attention and lock him up without supper when he didn't get his homework done.

"D-Don't...I-I'm sorry..." He stammered, pressing his hand harder against his head. What had he gotten himself into, coming here?

[Daniel Greyson]

BUT TELL ME, DID YOU SAIL ACROSS THE SUN?

sorry it's short. XD;

He took in a breath of relief when the guy finally answered him. It kind of worried him earlier when he hadn’t said anything. Then again, Daniel pretty much just raised his hand to talk to the teacher before waiting for the poor guy’s reply as well. A small smile curled on his lips in reply and he moved to make sure he wasn’t at all in the way too. Maybe he was just lucky when it came to helping others out… or really, finding others to help.

He gave another nod to the teacher before starting towards the door, expecting his classmate to follow after. Yet, when he turned his head to see, it seemed like the guy was still standing there and stammered out an apology. Why he was apologizing was beyond him, but it made him even more so concerned than he had been. Walking back over, he gently grabbed the guy’s hand; lose enough if the guy wanted to shake him loose.

“Hey… it’s alright, you’re head hurts, right?” Or your stomach…? Though, Daniel assumed it was his head after he saw him rubbing the back of his head earlier. Hell, he kind of felt like a mother pulling along a child, but he’d get over it… along with pretty much everyone in the class staring at them. Glancing to the side, he let out a dry laugh and pulled on the guy’s hand, walking towards the door.

After a few steps and a turn of the knob, they were out in the hallway, a sigh of relief flooded over his features as he turned over to the stranger again. This time with a soft smile, trying to be nice and all. “Oh, what’s... your name?” He questioned, before adding along, “Daniel Greyson… is mine,” he introduced himself.

Shaking his head mentally, he waited a few moments for his reply before tugging on his hand again in the direction of the Nurse’s Office. Thanks to Blake, he practically knew where the place was like the back of his hand. It wouldn’t surprise him if the Nurse even memorized his name already. Shuffling, he glanced back at his classmate, still a bit worried. “You okay? The Nurse’s is right over here…” Shit I really sound like some girl.

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[Takeshi Akiyama]

No worries~ :3

Takeshi's eyes widened and he flinched slightly as his hand was suddenly grabbed, but he could do nothing but stumble after the other boy, dazed and confused. He blinked as the face turned to look at him, more words being forced into his ears so his throbbing brain could make sense of them--"Your head hurts, right?"--and he blinked, a miserable look on his face. "Nn." He jerked his head just a little, his free hand pressing harder against his head as if he could force his brain to squish into itself and stop all pulsing. Well...maybe not all pulsing, since that would mean he was dead.

He followed the boy out into the hall, the muscles in his shoulders and along his spine tensed to the point of snapping under pressure. His head throbbed harder, but he could tell they were getting close to their destination, as they seemed to be slowing down--enough so for him to start thinking, over and over, "Why is he touching me?"--before they came to a complete stop outside a somewhat familiar door. He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his hand harshly against his head before letting it go.

He looked up as he was addressed again, tilting his head slightly before he nodded. "Oh, um...I'm Takeshi. Akiyama. It's nice to meet you." He bowed slightly, looking toward the door to the nurse's office as Daniel spoke again. "I'm okay, I have..." He looked down at his empty hands, realizing he'd left his bag back in the classroom, and then went back to rubbing his head, glancing up at Daniel and giving him a tight smile as he started toward the office. He entered, looking up at the nurse and bowing again as he kept one hand at the back of his head. "Ah, my name is Takeshi Akiyama. I need my medication..."

As the nurse jumped up and began rushing around, probably looking for his pills, he glanced back toward the hall apprehensively. He didn't want to go back to class; maybe he would be able to just sit out in the hall until the class was over and go in to get his things then. Remembering Daniel, he glanced toward the other boy, giving another tight, shy smile. "Thank you." The nurse passed him his pills then and he popped them into his mouth, swallowing them dry. He'd be fine in a few minutes, hopefully.

[Daniel Greyson]

BUT TELL ME, DID YOU SAIL ACROSS THE SUN?

lol <3

He grinned as the unknown classmate became at least someone he knew the name of. So, he actually does have a Japanese name. Though, he felt like an ass for thinking that, it just was different than what he was used to. It was kind of cool too. He gave a nod of his head, as if greeting him once more. Though, he really didn’t greet him in the first place... just dragged the poor kid out to the Nurse without a second thought really.

“Right, nice to meet you too,” he purred, quite content with things right now. Though, he was sure his class would be murmuring all about him grabbing some other guy’s hand even though it was only to help him out. School was always like that. Full of drama, gossip and shit, that’s how any school was, right? Especially High School, so far at least.

Shaking his head, he followed Takeshi into the Nurse’s Office, giving the Nurse a wave before she shuffled off to get his classmate’s medicine. Whatever was wrong, it seemed the Nurse knew all about it. He was kind of curious, but that didn’t mean he’d go and get into the poor guy’s business either.

When he turned towards him, thanking him, Daniel just gave a nod of his head along with a smile. “No problem,” Just wanted to help a bit. He also had his selfish reasons to get out of class too. So, at least he wasted a few minutes down the drain without getting in trouble at the same time. He kind of wondered if the Nurse would just let him hang around. Then again, she might not.

Putting that aside, he leaned back, glancing towards the Nurse who seemed to be a bit busy as another student came through the door. It seemed everyone knew this place like the back of their hand. He really had been here the last few days, however, he wasn’t the sick or injured one each time he came here. “Better?” He perked up with a smile still along his lips.

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