paperwork ?!

[• Roy Kanba]

* we want more than this world's got to offer

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paperwork?

on a night like tonight?

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damnit.


roy leaned forward against his desk, running his hand back through his raven-black hair for the umpteenth time as he tried to concentrate on the ink displayed out on the page before him. in the beginning, they'd made words and phrases that he could do something with. but this late, as the sky grew darker and darker outside, the lamp on his desk casting longer and longer shadows, it was far too hard to concentrate. especially when he could have instead been out on a date with one of the many eligible bachelorettes in sonnishore city. he'd found that quite a few women found high school chemistry to be a turn-on. but, no. tonight, leonhardt jones had decided to dump him with a considerable stack of paperwork to work through. he wasn't the kind of person who was meant for this kind of work -- in all truth, he despised sitting still for so long -- but when someone with more authority than you dumps it down the ladder, it's not like there's much of a choice.

even grading papers wasn't so bad. the nice thing about chemistry other than it's fascinating nature was that a lot of the subject involved experimentation and lab work. less sitting around writing essays and more gathering around tables and collecting research hands-on. which meant the workload was lighter on him, and anything he did have to sit and grade wasn't nearly as bad as it would be in another class. paperwork was the only exception to that. which was all the more reason for him to make a face at the stapled sheets laying there, which he did. following the odd moment, he let loose a small sigh and went on filling in blanks and scribbling his signature over and over... and over.

ugh.

at least, after a good couple hours, he was three-quarters of the way through the stack. roy straightened out what was before him and laid it out on the "completed work" pile. then, to keep himself awake, he leaned back in his chair and stretched with a wide yawn. if things continued like this, he would end up falling asleep. which would mean a good talking-to tomorrow about how he should get things done more efficiently instead of putting them off. no matter when you do the work, it's just as boring; he stuck to that philosophy quite stubbornly, and left it at that. now that he'd taken a moment to move away, he was eying the remaining papers sourly and trying to put off leaning forward again to continue. his onyx gaze flickered over to the clock on the wall; six-thirty. was he supposed to be stuck here all nigh working on this damn stuff? leon would be getting a piece of his mind tomorrow...

grumbling darkly to himself, roy straightened his chair back out and slowly returned to work.

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[*/ riley kimura]

{ i've been up all night just trying to see things from your twisted point of view }
{ i'm sorry for snow white; the prince wasn't all he cracked up to be }
{ she won't forget me }

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perhaps i should've given in the homework in today's lesson... the fourteen year old thought to himself as he reached the top step of the flight of stairs. he had his science book in his hand, and a piece of paper half hanging out, too. he chewed his bottom lip, causing it to bleed. it was a nasty habit that he needed to stop, and the year ten let a small smile come upon his face as he imagined his death - him dying because he cut his lip badly and died of bloodloss. he sighed quietly, the grin quickly fading as he tugged the sleeve of his jacket down a bit and proceeding towards his chemistry classroom, room twenty one. upon reaching the door he put his hand on the handle, wincing slightly at the cold metal surface before he pulled away and turned around, catching a glimpse of his pale, thin reflection in the window near by.

his brown hair was slightly ruffled, he looked slightly out of breath, and there was a tired look to his face. he blinked a few times before raising a hand and rubbing his eyes. he was a bit nervous of going into the classroom to put his work on roy kanba's desk, for he hadn't actually entered a main block class room after school hours. it made him feel... as if he was going to be told off. he didn't know exactly why, though. the young one shivered a bit, reminding himself that he shouldn't go into the music block after eleven pm at all, for he had just remembered that little incident in the recording room with a year eleven student; james levi. it started out as a careless scene between them, before it ended up in rape... the asian shivered again at the memory, letting out a small doglike whimper as he put a hand up towards his neck, rubbing the place where james had bit him. he ran his hand upwards, tapping his jaw, where he felt a small amount of pain, so he knew there was still a faint bruise there.

riley turned back to the door, forcing himself to just get on with delivering his homework, and chemistry book (which had barely any work, as chemistry was more of a practical subject). he placed his hand upon the handle again, catching sight of the time on his watch. quarter to seven. if he wanted to have a quick music session in the music block, then he'd better make this delivery quick.

with seemingly no care in the world, the fourteen year old shoved the door open, almost tripping over his own feet though managing to balance himself on one foot. he muttered a quick question to himself ("why are doors so hard to open at night...?") before he suddenly looked up, seeing his chemistry teacher sitting at his desk, with a couple of paperwork stacks. riley blinked a couple of times before standing up straight, his cheeks going a bit red from embarrassing himself like that - even though it could happen to anyone.

"oh, s-sir," he stuttered, a bit nervous, as he always was around this dashing raven haired teacher, "s-sorry. i didn't know y-you were in h-here," riley chewed on his bottom lip again, causing earlier's small wounds to reopen and dribble blood into his mouth. that really needed to stop. the year ten stayed still, eyes fixed on the chemistry teacher, forgetting about what he was going to do as he bit his bottom lip again.

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[• Roy Kanba]

* we want more than this world's got to offer

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* we want more than the wars of our fathers[/font]
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there actually did come a point where you could get lost in your work, no matter how tedious and utterly boring it is. even paperwork could pull you in sometimes, once you droned mindlessly on it for long enough... disgusting how that worked, sometimes. it made the time go by faster, yeah, but just the idea of it was enough to make him gag, if only mentally. but that was ten minutes ago. by now, roy was beyond that. oho, he was most certainly beyond plain old work-induced daydreaming. at this point he had already sunk into the nightmares.

it was funny what an empty room could do to a seasoned man. the long shadows of late evening cast eerie shapes upon the tiles floor of the chemistry room, dancing as his pen danced back and forth across the sheets of paper on his desk. at first, they were nothing; but time went by and boredom fostered dark monsters from the semi-lit room to haunt him. roy kanba was seasoned at war, to be specific -- and his life in the military wasn't a hero story. by far, it was one of slaughter. because, after all, many called the alleged "war on terror" in the middle east uncalled for. when he'd joined the army, it had been to become a chemist for them, and as his father had been a fair officer for them he figured he could stand a chance. but then war broke out, and he never had the chance to choose his path before they'd needed foot soldiers for physical battle. so, he'd been sent as a u.k. soldier as his country chose to aid america in the war. it was the soldiers who'd been on the front lines doing the killing, though, that knew the war's title was horribly ironic; it was they, the initial victims, who had become the terrorists on these middle eastern people. but he had no time to complain and all he could do was fight until his time had been up. which he did, and as soon as his enlistment was over he'd quit. that was when he decided to become a science teacher. but the memories never left him.

so it was there, almost frozen except for the slow strokes of pen on paper, where the student had chosen unwittingly to make his entrance. perhaps the effect would not have been so dramatic if he hadn't nearly fallen face-first onto the hard floor. but it happened nonetheless. roy jumped in his seat, eyes shooting up to the door. in that instant the demons vanished from his sight, and he was pulled roughly back to the present as he forced himself to calm down. there, in the entrance to his room, stood tenth year student riley kimura with a textbook in his hand and an extremely embarrassed look on his face. roy knew he wasn't going to let his own weakness show, and he managed to regather himself in a surprisingly quick second before coughing once and smiling slightly at his student. little did he know, he was still quite jittery, and his hand was trembling a considerable amount over the half-completed sheet of paperwork sitting before him. it was, unknown to him, rather obvious that something was heavy on his mind.

"relax," he said, bringing the quiver from his voice more and more with every syllable until it sounded as smooth as it usually did. "you're fine. i was just trying to get through some paperwork that mr. jones pushed on me." he studied riley over, and noticed that the boy seemed, indeed, quite nervous. the stutter was obvious proof of that. to him, though, it came across as far to drastic a reaction for simply stumbling into his room. not like he was too keen on investigating why at the moment. memories of the past were perhaps the only thing that could really turn him away from socialization -- no matter what kinds of details that entailed. which was saying something for a man like him. but nonetheless, he couldn't help but watch a small drop of blood trail down from his lower lip to his chin. "it's a little late for students to be walking around the main block by their own free will. what can i do for you?"

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[*/ riley kimura]

{ i've been up all night just trying to see things from your twisted point of view }
{ i'm sorry for snow white; the prince wasn't all he cracked up to be }
{ she won't forget me }

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at first roy's voice wasn't as silky as it normally was - something that the year ten could notice easily, for he excelled in music and it was obvious to him the differences in everything that made a sound - but the fluidity of the man's vocals had returned after the first word, which made riley less curious about the small quiver, as the chemist had probably been surprised at the sudden entrance. he chewed his lip even more so, swallowing the salty liquid as he kept quiet, not wishing to talk at the moment. uncomfortably with roy's ebony eyes examined him, the brunet shifted his feet, still nervous. no matter what roy would say, it would take a while for the asian to return to complete relaxation, especially since the memory of that night in the recording studio with james had flooded his mind, causing riley to drop his gaze down to the floor unintentionally as images half flooded his mind.

fortunately a second before the other person had spoke the famous musician had lifted his head, ignoring the fact that there was a tiny dribble of blood down his chin, which dropped down to the floor. "um... je suis venu ici pour don-" riley felt his cheeks become warm from the embarrassed blush on his face. he tried again, forcing himself to speak in english, because roy probably didn't know french or japanese. "s-sorry about that..." the young teen dropped his gaze to the floor, once again feeling self-conscious due to the fact that he started speaking in french. "i, er.. came here to give you my homework... b-because i forgot to give it in in today's l-lesson, sir," the stutter had returned, making riley blush even more as he looked down at the ground, his brown eyes fixed on the small drop of red liquid on the floor that came from his lip.

remembering the book in his hand, riley slowly went over to roy's desk, stopping in front of it with his gaze half fixed on the chemistry teacher. his gaze flickered over to the stack of finished paperwork, and then the stack of paperwork yet to be completed, and then to the stapled sheets and the pen in roy's hand. he looks rather... bored... riley thought, wondering why his thoughts always managed to stay in english whenever he was in an english speaking country, when he always broke into french or japanese when speaking aloud. "er... ici..." the year ten slowly lifted up hs arm and placed the book containing his homework by the pile of incomplete work, placing a pale hand on the pile for a moment to avoid knocking what was left of it over.

now riley had forgotten what he had to do next, but after a moment he remembered to murmur a farewell to his chemistry teacher and walk out of the classroom, almost expecting to be called back, but for some odd reason, the brunet found himself frozen on the spot in front of roy's desk, brown eyes gazing absent mindedly at the desk while he chewed his lip; a habit that really needed to stop.

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stop with the lip chewing, boi. ¬¬

[• Roy Kanba]

* we want more than this world's got to offer

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it was obvious to roy that his jittery nerves were something that riley could notice, and he couldn't help the embarrassment that creeped up. his time in the military was something that he strictly kept out of his teaching career. it was just that the memories didn't want to listen. which, in all due respect, wasn't something he could really do anything about. and for a man who tended to thrive off control, it was quite humiliating. he would be ending the mingling right there between his lives. focus on what was right in front of him, because that's what mattered presently. chemistry homework. right.

of course, french was never something he'd studied -- he'd never had any reason to. so when the tenth year began to stutter out the foreign language, he was hopelessly lost. but he was used to riley going off like that; in his class the boy did that from time to time, so he'd heard it happen before on occasion. however, he found himself vaguely able to follow when he went off into japanese. since his mother had been strongly chinese, he knew a considerable amount of the language [if he took the time to recall it], and he'd even been fed bits and pieces of japanese, which wasn't all too different from chinese anyway. but of course, english was easiest. it took just a moment before riley apologized profusely and, eyes on the floor, translated in a stammer. roy felt his lips dive into a light frown. and it deepened slightly as a blush blossomed on the younger's face. it seemed rather odd to him.

now, if the chemist was honest with himself, he knew the boy well in class. not because he was a teacher's pet or he received excellent grades or was trouble or something -- none of those were the case -- but because he was... intriguing? perhaps that wasn't the right word for it. but often roy found that while the students took notes off the board or busied themselves in labs, he's keep glancing over at riley from where he sat at his desk or worked with a particular group. he was far too knowledged in the field of attracting and dating to not recognize the boy's behavior here in the room for what it was. and, similarly, he couldn't deny his own actions as anything but a shard of evidence that seemed to prove what he seemed to love to ignore: his bisexuality. well, how peachy. it didn't irritate him, but once again the lack of control was rather obnoxious. and at this time of night, he didn't feel like fighting it too much.

but whatever way he looked it at, he found himself in a vague sort of amusement that one of his male students might have a crush on him.

roy took the paper as it was set down on the paperwork pile, looking it over briefly before setting it down to the side as to not confuse it with what he'd have to take down to the office for leonhardt the next morning. then his gaze went back to his student. "thank you," he replied, smiling again. "most students wouldn't bother to walk so far at this time of day. i appreciate it." damn. the words were casual enough, but it was tone he had spoken them with with hardly any consideration beforehand on his part. was he flirting? he certainly hadn't expected that from himself, but maybe it was the boredom taking over. he still didn't really feel like fighting it, though. he observed as riley seemed to hesitate in front of his desk, staring at the paper-cluttered surface and incessantly chewing at his lip. not really surprisingly to the teacher at this point, it put a rather distinct image in his head that he couldn't really say he didn't like. obviously, he would have done well with a date that night. unless he was really bored enough to make something of it here. hmph.

"you seem nervous," roy decided to comment casually, leaning back in his chair and continuing to watch riley. there seemed to be that trademark smug-like knowing look about his expression, mixed with the concerned nature of a teacher -- it always was. "i'm really not upset about the homework, seeing as you went out of your way to get it in. that's not what's bothering you, is it?"

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[*/ riley kimura]

{ i've been up all night just trying to see things from your twisted point of view }
{ i'm sorry for snow white; the prince wasn't all he cracked up to be }
{ she won't forget me }

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he kept his eyes on the teacher's desk, catching sight of the owner of it taking the paper and placing it to the side, probably not to confuse it with the actual paperwork. perhaps he should've set it somewhere else, rather than near the pile, but... what was done was done. riley kept chewing his lip, threatening to properly tear the skin (which would result in having to go to the hospital wing and getting a few stitches, probably), but he immediately stopped nomming it when roy said a velvet soft, "thank you,", which made the year ten lift his head, catching sight of the smile with brown eyes. a weak smile formed on his thin face before it disappeared as he looked back down, hiding a new blush that formed on his face, though this time it was barely noticeable. was that a... flirting tone to roy's voice? he had heard it a couple of times nearly every day before he came to sonnisle, when a few of the girls at his old school found out that he was famous, and were trying to get him interested in them. it didn't work, at all... well, not easily.

he tried to move, to get out of the classroom, but he found himself frozen. he kept his gaze half on roy's desk and half on the floor, where he saw a droplet of blood hit the tiles. i wouldn't be surprised if he got a bit annoyed at me for chewing my lip so much and getting blood on the floor... riley almost let a childish grin come onto his face, but that was soon replaced with a small expression of surprise when the chemist said that he looked... nervous. was he really making it that obvious that he was nervous? he was more embarrassed at all the accidents he kept making - almost landing face first on the floor, suddenly speaking french, hesitating when he should've left the classroom, and the constant chewing of his lip. of course, there was only two reasons why he was nervous; number one was the fact that... well, he always felt nervous around the chemistry teacher. the second reason was because he was alone in a classroom with the dashing sable haired teacher.

"it sort... of is, but n-now that you've said you're... not that up-upset about it, i'm not as n-nervous..." i need to stop... with the stuttering... riley was lying, sort of. it was actually making him nervous but not that nervous. he looked down again, about to say something else before he suddenly bit down really hard on his lip, causing him to jump a bit and almost squeak in pain. he went crosseyed for a moment before his brown eyes darted to roy and then down at the floor as he swallowed the blood in his mouth, lifting up a hand to wipe the blood away from his chin and put his hand over his mouth, in a poor attempt to stop the blood from going down his face and onto the floor. "d-damn..." riley mumbled, keeping his eyes on the floor and managing to resist the urge to pull his hand away from his lips and shake it.

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[• Roy Kanba]

* we want more than this world's got to offer

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* and everything inside screams for second life[/font][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote]

roy watched with a small frown as riley continued standing there, chewing on his lip. was he really that nervous? it was a habit he'd noticed in class, but he had never seen the boy draw so much blood before. it couldn't be good for his lip. the look on his face told roy that riley knew that as much as he did, but he went on doing it anyway. what was makign the kid so nervous? was it really just a crush? hm... maybe it was a larger one than he'd thought. the teacher couldn't help but let a smirk flicker across his face before it disappeared as quickly as it came. but at elast his words had made him pause. but then he looked back down, and started back up again. roy held back a small sigh. there was also the problem that the more the tenth eyar chewed, the more roy's boredom seemed to amnipulate what he felt like doing about it. what the hell? this kid is what, fifteen? but the age difference seemed to only make the situation even more... enticing to him. damn, did he need something to do. and he was for good reason hesitant to hand around this kid any more than he had to -- for the sake of keeping his job, if nothing else -- but yet he felt no real strong desire to go anywhere. so he didn't.

his onyx eyes watched a drop of blood fall to the tiled floor, and looked back up at riley. it seemed to make the kid even more jumpy, and he continued to chew although clearly he was nervous about the spatter. by now, roy was sure that if he were to leave the room, his student would probably relax considerably. but yet, he still didn't compel himself to move. his raven hair bounced lightly as he nodded once at riley's response. but yet, his face surely showed its skepticism. "i find that hard to believe, just by the way you're standing there--" he cut himself off as suddenly blood seemed to spurt out. the kid had finally bitten too hard, it seemed, and roy couldn't help but sigh out loud this time. his hand wasn'dt doing too well a job at keeping back from the blood; it only kept staining his shirt and falling to the floor. the chemist wasn't concerned about the floor -- it was tiled for a reason, after all -- but for riley, who was bleeding quite strongly.

standing up, sifted through one of the desk drawers. the nice thing about being a chemistry teacher was that you never knew when theyre would be an accident; therefore, he always had first-aid materials on hand. a moment later, he'd pulled out a band-aid and reached to the end of his desk for a paper towel. then he stepped out from behind his desk and held it out for riley to take. "here." he said simply, and paused for a moment before choosing to continue. "you shouldn't chew on your lip so much. although, you probably already know that." damn. standing this much closer to the tenth year, it was harder to fend back the thoughts than kept crossing his mind. they were almost amusing, at this point. but he was quite adept at holding hismelf back, and he deemed it a wise situation to do just that.

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[*/ riley kimura]

{ i've been up all night just trying to see things from your twisted point of view }
{ i'm sorry for snow white; the prince wasn't all he cracked up to be }
{ she won't forget me }

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riley barely heard the chemist as he had suddenly bit down too hard on his lip, letting out a small squeak and jumping. he swallowed the blood, hearing a loud sigh though it barely went through to his ears. damn... i really need to stop... it's probably better to find something else to do.. when nervous, riley thought to himself, keeping his hand over his hand over his mouth and sucking on the small wound, an expression of completely random bliss on his face. if the adult had looked up from searching his desk's drawers and seen riley, then he'd probably be confused at the look of ecstasy on the year ten's face, and perhaps a bit concerned, as the fourteen year old was sucking on his lip to try and stop the blood. riley's expression returned to one of embarrassment when roy had taken out a band-aid and was coming towards the brunet with a paper towel.

because roy had offered the towel, he took it, accidently brushing his hand against the teacher's (and therefore the teen ended up with a very faint blush on his cheeks). he quickly folded it after pulling his hand away from his mouth, and then quickly dabbed his lip with it, getting used to the sting. after he did that riley placed the towel upon his lip, not looking at the elder at all. his brown eyes narrowed ever so slightly, mentally cussing himself for embarrassing himself - again.

"you shouldn't chew on your lip so much. although, you probably already know that."

he stayed absolutely silent for a moment, before he twitched a bit in annoyance and pulled the paper towel away from his lower lip. "of course i know that, you baka!" riley half growled loudly, though the sudden irritation disappeared as soon as he spoke the last word. he immediately pushed the towel back on his lip, feeling the need to start chewing his lip, though he wouldn't be able to do so with the towel there. instead, he started to chew on the end of his tongue, vaguely remembering that... time in the music block when james had forcefully kissed his and riley ended up biting the older male's tongue. the year ten felt himself shiver at the memory but he pushed that out of his mind and looked down, still chewing his own tongue. he needed to apologize to the chemistry teacher, but he get felt too... nervous and embarrassed to do so.

"i-i... i'm..." the words didn't want to come out, it seemed, no matter how much riley wanted them to. he kept his gaze fixed on the floor, not wishing to look at the black haired man. he shuffled his feet and tried to move away, though he found himself unable to do so.

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[• Roy Kanba]

* we want more than this world's got to offer

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* we want more than the wars of our fathers[/font]
* and everything inside screams for second life[/font][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote]

"of course i know that, you baka!"

well, damn. what was he supposed to say to that?

he'd watched the younger take the paper towel, plastering it to his ever-bleeding lip and letting it soak up the blood. as a teacher, he'd figured it was a casual enough comment to make, but... maybe it wasn't. or, maybe it'd really just pissed the kid off to be told that -- he wouldn't he surprised of he heard it a lot. or maybe he was just at his breaking point from all the stress. because he was obviously tense and nervous, and it was only getting worse no matter what riley said otherwise. and call it intuition, but he had a hunch that he was the problem. even though, given who it was who was in front of him, he was rather intrigued, his instincts as a teacher were a little more mature. and it was that authority that was driving him to start diving to the base of the matter head-first. which was ironic, because roy was the kind who was the master of foreplay, and usually didn't shift into the opposite gear.

riley's exclamation did hurt, though, more than he knew it would have with any student that he didn't feel oddly compelled towards. he couldn't deny that. it was, at this point, almost unsettling to him. the longer this went on the more age went into question -- at least twelve years, probably thirteen the more he thought about it -- and that was... wrong. especially since that would make his student fourteen or fifteen. well, regardless, roy found himself stunned into silence by the sharp words, blinking down at the boy in a vague yet blank surprise that probably looked a little stupid on him compared to his usual smug range of expressions. riley's jaw was working again, in another chewing motion, and he presumed that he'd probably moved to gnawing on his cheek or his tongue. and that was his resolve. despite what the normal roy would do, the on-the-job roy would have to get to the bottom of this. as odd as that was.

the tenth year backtracked after a moment, eyes glued to the floor, and anxiety seemed to electrify him even more. an apology hung from his lips as he stumbled over the words. it was obvious that they didn't want to come out, try as he may. at this point, roy didn't want to decipher too hard as to what the meaning of that might be. it wasn't worth it, and he had more important things to worry about now. it was funny what the responsibility of a teacher could do to a man. he felt himself let out a long sigh.

gently roy's hand reached out, setting gently on his student's shoulder, hoping that would be enough to get him to take his eyes off the the ground and look up at him. the touch, he had to admit, felt oddly right in some way, but he swallowed and tried to ignore that as he attempted to meet riley's gaze. this was it. time to act his age and play out his role. he found himself taking a deep breath before finally speaking. "look. something's bothering you, and i know it has to do with more than turning your homework in a few hours late." he paused, rolling his words carefully over his tongue before letting them pass. "what's on your mind? i'm not going to insist that you tell me, of course, but i'll listen." jeez, what an out of character thing for him to say, no matter how true it was. even now, he probably had that knowing look on his face. but expressing his concerns, and his hunch as to why riley acted so nervous and timid around him, that would come later.

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[*/ riley kimura]

{ i've been up all night just trying to see things from your twisted point of view }
{ i'm sorry for snow white; the prince wasn't all he cracked up to be }
{ she won't forget me }

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if the elder's hand had suddenly touched his shoulder, he would have most likely screamed. fortunately that didn't happen, for the male with sable locks had touched his shoulder, rather gently, though it still made riley wince away a bit. he kept his gaze on the floor, and a moment later riley lifted his head and kept his eyes fixed on roy's face, accidently putting more pressure on the paper towel and causing it to sting his lips a bit. he hated this position. if the chemist had put his foot between riley's feet... the tenth year would probably shaking madly in fear and... he might get a bit violent, or perhaps scream for help. the musician chewed on the inside of his cheek, gazing downwards, though when he remembered roy's hand resting on his shoulder, riley looked back up, really wanting to chew his lip though unable to do so with the paper towel there.

"look. something's bothering you, and i know it has to do with more than turning your homework in a few hours late." pause. "what's on your mind? i'm not going to insist that you tell me, of course, but i'll listen." at those words riley contained a whimper of i don't want to say and looked down at the tiled floor again. he kept chewing the inside of his cheek, causing that to bleed like his lip. immediately the boy swallowed the minor amount of blood in his mouth, trying to find a way to answer the adult that wouldn't give away too much.

it was about a minute before the fourteen year old finally did something, though it wasn't speaking. he glanced back up at the dark haired elder, his brown eyes slightly watery, before pushing his lips together, keeping the paper towel that was absorbing the blood between them while he dropped his arm to his side. it was quite sudden, really, but what the tenth year did seemed to go in slow motion for him. he pushed himself forward a bit and hugged his chemistry teacher, trying to keep the waterworks off. he felt weak and sick and... pained. ever since the chemist had placed a hand on riley's shoulder, riley felt like he was had either just been raped or was about to be. either way, it was james levi who would be the rapist. the asian teen wouldn't pull away from the elder at all. the hug... normally it would feel so wrong to be hugging an older person, especially one who was about twice your age, and your teacher. it would feel wrong too, because riley, a male, was hugging another male, but... somehow it just felt right.

"about a week... or so.. ago... i got..." he trailed off, burying his head into roy's chest and letting a tear run down his cheek. should i really... be telling him? do i trust him? ...this tingling sensation in my lower body. i've felt it before... just before james... he left the thought trailing off, in order to prevent himself from tearing up too much as the memory brought back the pain.

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did you know that riley is an amazing kisser?

















everyone should enjoy watching riley squirm.

















or torture him. xD