Exiting the plane, early morning dew coating the asfalt as I walked down the stairs towards the car waiting for me below.
“Welcome home, Yamada-Sama.” The man before me greets, bowing politely as he opens the door for me.
“It’s good to be back, David.” Smiling softly, he closes the door after I enter before getting into the passenger seat.
“As requested, a meeting has been set up with Mister Ingram for Nine-Thirty. Your Father and William insist you stop by afterwards for brunch.”
“These two men have way too much free time.” I sigh, smiling at the thought of them waiting for me.
“They’ve missed you.”
“You’d think they’d get tired of me after calling everyday for the past two plus years.” I groan and he chuckles softly, before handing me a tablet.
“Madam is on her way to the press conference and is accompanied by August-San.”
“I see. And the old man?”
The first time I met silence was at the back of an empty classroom. My new classroom to be exact. I thought I'd come in early, get used to the room and start from there."Lessons begin at nine-thirty and it's only eight so I've got some alone time." The statement I held in my head was strung up in hope and sheer belief."I mean there's no way there'll be students here at this hour. I'm sure they're all still asleep after the Spring festival last night... right?"The confusion of this being a question or statement rolled about in the quietness of The Academy halls. Come to think of it, whoever named this school must've been really lazy because it just starts with "The" and ends with "Academy"."Good-morning Mr. Fairchild." The suddenness of the voice made me jump and I dropped my helmet, the sound echoing down the corridor. My eyes met the teacher before me, and I relaxed slightly."Good-morning Ms.
The end of the week seemed to arrive much sooner than I thought it would. Adjusting to the school was just as quick and surprisingly smooth considering I'm surrounded by rowdy teens. The students were all talkative and energetic but I suppose it's because I'm the science teacher and the anatomy of the body is somewhat interesting to their age group - or they just prefer hearing their voices instead of mine. Although the school is rather small, I still haven't seen her again. She definitely doesn't attend my classes, nor my tutorial. I've searched the other classes with my only clues being the hat or headphones, but she was no-where.I'm starting to wonder if she's even really a student here. If she wasn't, why would she be wearing a uniform... idiot. Now I'm beginning to wonder if she was actually real. She was here quite early on Monday and then M.I.A all week?"What's with her?!" The anger in my voice surprised even me. Sigh."I n
The soft hum of the music coming from my headphones move around in my head. Great, I fell asleep with them on again. I hurriedly take them off as I hear footsteps approaching my door. As he enters, I get up and move to the bathroom."Good morning Milady." I scowl at him before closing the door."I told you not to call me that old man." He starts to protest but I turn on the shower drowning out all the noise around me."Today you finally start attending the Academy normally again." He says as I exit the bathroom."So, back to fake normality. Hopefully, father doesn't find a way for one of his stupid games anytime soon." I stare at him as he places my pill bottle into my bag along with the text books I'd left on my table."Your father would be pleased with how well you're holding up Milady." Pleased my ass."We both know I'm still playing along with his stupid game because I have no c
Going off quicker than I thought it would my alarm sounds through my headphones stalling my music.“Ugh, I've got five minutes to get to tutorial.” Sighing, I switch off my alarm, looking up at the sky... looks like rain. Sigh."Today truly is going to be interesting." As the final bell for tutorial rings, I begin making my way from the roof. By now, everyone's in their respective classes so weird looks are at a minimum, my footsteps sounding along the near empty halls. As I approach my classroom my body slows down and I stare at the door. Another day in paradise, right gran? With my headphones still on I push up the door and enter. The shocked looks on their faces are enough, and the gasps are blocked out by my headphones. I smile inwardly as he looks towards me, and by god that man’s eyes shouldn’t be on a teacher. Especially not him. Shallowing nervously, I step further into the room. He looks equally as shocked as my classmates but he quickly re
"I can't believe she called me annoying." Taking another sip of my beer I glare at my colleague sat across from me laughing."That's Atlas for you. However, I'm surprised she even spoke to you," his brow arches as he looks at me over the brim of his glass, "I must hand it to you, your persistence, though annoying, really is beneficial.""What do you mean by beneficial?" Iask returning his stare."I mean maybe you'll be able to help her out of her shell. Help her have a more natural high school experience.""Wilson. I'm simply a teacher..." I place my glass on the table sitting back in my chair, "By the way. Why did you give her the sheet for the essay assignment without informing me?""I see she told you," he sighs as he finishes his drink. "Atlas misses lessons quite often because of her family situation, although no one really knows what that is exactly. However, she never fails any of her exams a
My feet seem to move by themselves and before I knew it, I was standing behind her. Scanning over the contents on the pages I felt my body react. Clearing my throat, I look away and she jumps in response, a soft shriek escaping her lips."Atlas.""Sensei!" Her face goes blank and she snapped the book shut. The cover catches my eye and I smile as realization sets in."So that's what you read in school, Ms. Winters?" She glares at me before looking away."So what? These books are prohibited so I found a way to read them without disturbing anyone." her voice as she spoke seem to lose pitch and drift off at the end. Ah, so she can be cute too."I see. Is that what you're always reading?" I ask as I move to stand in front of her. As though on guard she moves her feet from the ledge turning to face me tucking the book in the satchel at her feet."No." She looks away again as a slight flus
The ride to her house was quiet as we maneuvered through the late-night traffic. Far too quiet. Her light tap on my shoulder stops me in front of the Havens apartments blocks and she gets off."Is this really where your parents live?" I ask, looking from her to the building."No," I look at her in confusion, "this is where I live.""What?!" The surprise in my tone was evident as she stares back at me weirdly."I don't live with my parents. I live alone." Her tone was flat as she said the word parents."But... You're still in high school!" she continues to stare at me in that weird way with her head tilted to the side like a confused puppy, "What parent allows their sixteen-year-old daughter to live by herself! I don't care how much money you have." She continues to stare at me in silence."You really can be funny sometimes Sensei.""I'm serious, Atlas." I could feel
I groaned, annoyed at the sound of my phone ringing. I knew who it was without even looking at the caller ID. He's been calling to wake me every weekday for the past two weeks, at the same time to ensure I don't sleep in, so I'm not... late. Sigh. Sensei, you need a better hobby."I do have an alarm you know." I answer with a sigh."Well, it doesn't seem to stop you from turning up to tutorial after the last bell, so, I'm your alarm." He sounds slightly sleepy still, a soft yawn escaping him causing me to smile broadly. I haven't been able to tell him that I do in fact arrive an hour early every day but just choose not to go to lessons till the last minute. To be honest, after what happened between us that night I still haven't told him much about me and he doesn't push me to answer the questions I know he wants to ask. I haven't told him exactly who and what I am and I don't think I have the guts to, well not now anyway. I mean how would anyone rea
Exiting the plane, early morning dew coating the asfalt as I walked down the stairs towards the car waiting for me below.“Welcome home, Yamada-Sama.” The man before me greets, bowing politely as he opens the door for me.“It’s good to be back, David.” Smiling softly, he closes the door after I enter before getting into the passenger seat.“As requested, a meeting has been set up with Mister Ingram for Nine-Thirty. Your Father and William insist you stop by afterwards for brunch.”“These two men have way too much free time.” I sigh, smiling at the thought of them waiting for me.“They’ve missed you.”“You’d think they’d get tired of me after calling everyday for the past two plus years.” I groan and he chuckles softly, before handing me a tablet.“Madam is on her way to the press conference and is accompanied by August-San.”“I see. And the old man?”
Two years. Two years, three months and a week. That’s how much time has passed. Thirteen hours till the sky falls. Till Perseids descend. Seven days since I last spoke to him. From what I understand, according to Miya-Chan, something seemed to have gone wrong and Yuzuki’s the only one who can fix it so he’s been extremely busy. Still…“... at least message…” I mutter, my eyes trailing along the floor as I walk.“Huh? Did you say something?” Looking up from my feet, I meet August’s confused gaze.How’d he do it? How did he survive without his lover for so long? Talking and video calls are all great and all but, there’s something missing. I miss his touch.“Nah.” I replied, sighing.“Hmm, okay.” Following behind him, we exit the apartment build before getting in the car parked in front of us.“Good morning Young Master and Master Ingram.” Emile bows with his greeting, opening the car
Exiting the meeting room, exhaustion hits and I sigh in relief. Beside me, Miyama's practically in zombie mode. He’s shuffling his feet as we head through the lobby of YGM Company towards the entrance; the bags under his eyes not entirely hidden by the frame of his glasses. Chuckling softly, I put my arm around his shoulders drawing him closer and he sighs, settling into my touch."Please tell me we can go home now..." He whimpers and I couldn't help but laugh."Yes, Young Master, we can go home... after... we stop at McDs..." At the mention of fast food Miyama lights up, his drained expression fading completely into total cheerfulness. Upon seeing this my own exhaustion is seemingly lifted off my shoulders and I smile as my brother starts skipping towards the waiting car.It's been just over two years since I've moved here - two days to be precise - and I'd be lying if I said the feeling of having a little brother isn't
The conversation in the room dies as I enter, sitting myself at the head of the conference table. August nods at me, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. I could feel Father's eyes burning holes into me but I ignored him."Now then, shall we begin." A chorus of agreement spreads through the room before silence falls again as I begin to speak."As you all know, construction on the new facilities began last year and so far we are still on schedule. For that, I’d like to thank Mr. Price for his efficiency," I smile towards him and he smiles in return; before a cheeky smirk peeks at the corner of his lips, "I'd also like to welcome Mr. Fairchild, as not only our second largest investor but a partner," remaining seated he nods his thanks and I continue,"Now, I’d like to bring to your attention the finished designs of the new uniform that will take effect next semester after the summer holidays." Looking at Kojo, she gets up
The full-length mirror I stood before reflected me to every fault. The nervous shake as my hands fixed the black blouse and casual trousers fitted to my body. The tapping of my calf high laced-up boots. Looking myself up and down I sigh, defeated by my own head. Pulling my hair from the band, it fallsbhugging my shoulders as I wished I could myself. I already knew that if not for his scent around the room I would’ve lost it since morning. Walking into the closet I pick off an oversized cardigan from a hanger, throwing it across my shoulders.“You’re coming with me today.” Taking up the keys and my satchel I headed downstairs to where Hughes waited, August sat in the back seat, Martin next to him. Well, don’t they look rejuvenated? Shaking my head as Hughes makes his attempt to come out to greet me, I walk around to the passenger side before taking my seat.“Good morning, Young Master.” Hughes greets me before taking off.“Morning Hu
Following breakfast, as promised the old man leads Miyama-Kun and I through the garden towards the bamboo field beside the estate. The fresh scent of earth reaches me and I’m left paralyzed by the chains of nostalgia that wash over me and I close my eyes. Fear and emotions I thought I’d long ago given up on, tugging at my heart and I couldn't help but wish for Atlas' warm hands in mine. I don't know when she became such an important anchor for me but right now, at my most vulnerable I couldn't help but wish for her. The creaking as the bamboo trees dance in unison with the wind. The birds singing their early morning tunes. Mother loved these woods. Whenever it rained, she'd always come out for walks and sometimes she'd even take me with her."You remember don't you, boy." My eyes open to find the old man and Miyama staring at me, sympathy in both their eyes. I hate those eyes."I do.""When she died, I knew I couldn't send her back to America you see. I loved her t
A soft knock at the door draws my attention to the door and I get up from the veranda before opening it and welcoming the young man who enters.“Good morning Sakamoto-Sama.”“Good morning.” He smiles slightly and bows, placing a prepared suit on the divider.“Master Yamada asks for your appearance this morning Sakamoto-Sama...” I sigh, cutting him off and he stares at me panicked.“You know, Sama makes me feel really old. Knowing your personality, you won’t stop calling me that, but can you refrain when it's just us?” He stares at me dumbfounded, his eyes searching mine.“Of course... er...”“Just Yuzuki is fine.” I smile and he returns it nodding.“Yes, sir... I mean, Yuzuki.” He busies himself setting out the small tables and chairs and putting away the futon as I move behind the divider to change.“Can I ask you a question?” I ask peeping over the divider.“... of course...” I smile as he hesitates. So, it’s either honorifics
The cicadas sing to the full moon as I stir, unable to completely fall asleep. I’d forgotten how beautifully annoying these things were. Even with jet lag falling asleep is difficult. Hmm... that’s not a cicada. Stirring again, I reached my phone as the screen lit up, my ringtone blaring into the silent room. It’s after Three AM right now...“... who the hell is calling at this...” Oh. My annoyance crumbles and a smile plasters across my face at the caller ID.“Kon'nichiwa...” Her chuckle stirring a heat I’d no doubt be unable to sedate for a long time. Groaning, I roll off my futon, moving to open the door to the garden; the sliding sound filling the now silent room.“Oyasumi, Yu-Chan...” Smiling like a clown, I run my hands through my hair at her voice.“I want to hold you very much right now A-Tan.” She falls silent and my heart tightens at the sniffle that passes through the phone.
Being sat opposite him still felt like a dream. I couldn’t help but study the man who sat before me; broad shoulders, defined jaw and facial features to kill. He was smaller, but his eyes still smiled the same. His left leg crossed over the other, mirroring my own. I smile at the memory of him teaching me etiquette and polite business-like mannerisms. Linen suits tailored to perfectly frame his body, sunlit blonde hair neatly combed back further emphasising his features. The absolute vision of the old man when he was younger. There’s no mistaking it. This man was my brother. Our eyes meet and he smiles brightly at me, and seemingly sensing my conclusion he relaxes into his seat.“So, this silence is a tad bit awkward...” He grins shyly as my stare fixes on him again.“Welcome home.” As the words left my lips his eyes widened in shock before relaxing, his lips curling once again into a beautiful smile.“It’s good to be back.” He repl