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Post by • Roy Kanba on Mar 8, 2010 23:30:12 GMT
* we want more than this world's got to offer
[/font] * we want more than the wars of our fathers[/font] * and everything inside screams for second life[/font][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote] when the kid finally looked up -- looking at a spot higher than his midsection, roy felt pleasantly surprised. up until now, riley had been mainly focusing his gaze on the floor, or various locations just above. as long as it wasn't too close to his teacher's face, he seemed fine with it. but he did wince at the touch to his shoulder, and roy didn't feel at all like he'd gone to far by the gesture. no, there had to something more to this behavior. even if he was being ridiculous with thoughts about this boy who was probably not much older than half his age, this wasn't too much for a concerned teacher to do. so why was riley shying away like that? and of course, he was still working his jaw. it seemed to be quite the stubborn habit, especially after what had just happened to his lip just before.
well, after he'd spoken, riley's eyes went back to the floor. which was... disappointing, he supposed, seeing as he'd hoped he might be making a little progress. but he wasn't surprised. from this close distance, he saw the tenth year swallow, and his body was definitely tense as he hesitated. why was it that, even in a situation like this, the idea of tense made completely unrelated things cross his mind. focus. this is important; i need to play my teacher's role and show that i'm concerned for him. which he was, most certainly. what could make a kid act like this, though? it was odd, almost like a premonition, how an odd feeling crept into his gut. sure, a crush on a high school teacher might make a kid nervous -- he knew from experience, since he'd been a normal enough kid in adolescence -- but it shouldn't warrant behavior this extreme. would it? intuition and common sense gave him his answer. this had to be more than what he'd originally assumed it to be. which seemed to raise more questions.
then, riley looked up again, and roy blinked once in surprise; whatever response he'd been expecting, this was probably a good sign. of course, whatever he'd felt about that was nothing compared to the shock he was about to encounter. his student's arms dropped to his side in a smooth motion, leaving the paper towel between his lips. then, in a gradual motion that nonetheless seemed to catch him completely catch the chemist off guard, he felt arms wrap tightly around him. in the first moment, he was stunned to the point he was frozen to the spot, unsure of how he should respond and trying to sort his typical off-the-job tendencies from his dignity and responsibility as a teacher. but it only took him hardly a moment to adjust, and carefully return the embrace by loosely bringing his own arms around the boy. whatever was on his mind, it really seemed to be bothering him. and then it came.
"about a week... or so.. ago... i got..."
maybe it was just because of what had spurred from the sudden hug, or perhaps it was his rising intuition, but roy felt himself bite his own lip. bile rose in his throat, and he held it back with a hard swallow. somehow, it was as if he'd been expecting it, even though he'd really not been ready to jump to such a conclusion... but to him, at least, it was obvious what riley was getting at. and it disgusted him. which was funny, because a second ago his mind had been on a similar track -- although not nearly as repulsive. but with those simple strung words, those kinds of thoughts were banished. this was no longer such a casual situation. hell, no.
although, admittedly, roy found himself momentary at a loss for words. but that didn't last long. "by who?" he said, and it was all he could do to keep the sharp edge from his voice. nonetheless, he knew he couldn't do anything about it coming out in a low growl [almost a protective one, as he noted afterwards], so he hardly bothered to try. his arms wrapped tighter around his student, particularly as he felt a blossoming dampness on his shirt. he's crying. that just made him even more repulsed, and angrier, but he held it back. raging about it would certainly do nothing to help riley. he knew he had to stay calm.
but the issue still remained that he had no idea what he should say... he'd never been in such a situation before. but doubt seemed to wrack the younger, and it drove roy onward."i'm sorry," he said, no longer bothering to think too much about what was coming out; and at this point, an apology probably wouldn't mean a whole lot. especially if it was coming from him. "of course i had no idea. if i had.." and that was where the words really escaped him, so he decided to trail off and hope that would be enough. maybe a moment of silence would be appropriate.
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Post by */ riley kimura on Mar 9, 2010 18:27:37 GMT
{ 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 } - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - he had expected a shocked expression from the dark haired elder from the sudden embrace, but he didn't expect the male to wrap his own arms around his slightly shivering frame. he said what he had experienced, barely opening his mouth, though because it was a... dark matter, riley just had to leave his words hanging, unwilling to talk about it, for now he was starting to cry, however doing so quietly, because he, strangely, felt rather safe with the chemist's arms around him, though loosely. due to his rapid sobbing, the year ten could feel a damp patch on the teacher's shirt, though he didn't really care much at all, to be honest.
the chemist asked who had raped him, and immediately the asian teenager froze a little, managing to stop crying for a moment, but starting the waterworks once again. he didn't really want to say who it was to the teacher, because... well... he had wanted it. riley had wanted the year eleven to screw him, for some odd reason, and the fourteen year old thought that it wouldn't be... so frightening after a while. he wanted it at first, but soon after the brunet started to hate it and was trying to get away from the doe-eyed musician. he did manage to injure the other male's tongue badly by biting down on it extra hard when it was in his own mouth. he shook his head a bit, half rubbing it against the chemist's clothed chest, as if to say i'm not going to say his name... he never noticed the sharp, low growl that had a hint of protectiveness.
riley had the urge to snuggle up to the adult, and he did so, though only minorly. he kept silent, shutting his eyes when roy apologized. it didn't... mean much, but, it did make the younger one feel a bit... better, for lack of better word. of course you didn't have any idea about it, sir... i kept quiet about it, and you don't exactly have any reason to go to the music blo- the teen immediately stopped thinking and his head shot up, staring up at the jaw of the chemist. he pulled away a bit, attempting to look at roy's face, but... for some reason the adult's arms hadn't loosened even a bit from earlier. riley blinked, ending up leaning back, his upper body further from roy's, but his lower body closer to the dark haired teacher's. in a quiet voice, riley spoke (still unaware of the fact that his lower body was much closer to the elder than it should be). "if... you had... kn-known... what would... you d-do...?"
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... duuude riley. xDD
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Post by • Roy Kanba on Mar 9, 2010 22:55:54 GMT
* we want more than this world's got to offer
[/font] * we want more than the wars of our fathers[/font] * and everything inside screams for second life[/font][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote] the chemist continued to hug riley, trying to be a consoling figure as the teen's body was wracked by small sobs. the wet stain on his shirt was growing from the tears. but he didn't mind. for a moment, though, it seemed to stop, as roy asked his question. but it was only a momentary paused before the continued on. to be honest, roy hadn't been expecting much of an answer -- if any at all. since it had happened so recently, it was obviously still horribly fresh on his mind. that kind of recollection would probably be something that wouldn't easily come out, and riley was probably embarrassed enough as it was. and he knew better than to pry too deeply; he wasn't so naive that he thought he could pull it out of a teen that easily. the culprit's identity would [he hoped] probably be something that would come out eventually.
but, maybe it wouldn't. roy would easily be able to relate to riley if the student decided to keep it locked up. in fact, the whole situation in general seemed to be reminding him of war memories. after all, he'd been broken badly by that war, as riley seemed shattered now as he clung to the older man. and roy had had plenty of breakdowns once he'd returned home, as much as he tried to hide them from the rest of the world. of course, there was the aspect that riley was younger than he had been in those times, probably making it harder, and that rape trauma and war trauma were probably quite different -- thank god he didn't have the experience of both to properly compare them. maybe what riley was going through was harder. all he could really do as a teacher was offer consolation.
the teacher was pulled from his thoughts by two different things: the first was the slight tug as riley hugged a little closer. he in returned pulled the younger a little closer into the embrace, hoping it would help. it was a comforting feeling for him to know that perhaps he was helping his student, if only a little. that's what teachers did, right? it was way he'd pursued the career, certainly. the second factor was when suddenly, in response to his last trailed off sentence, riley seemed to respond. the tenth year's head shot up, gaze only able to meet his jaw int he embrace. obviously, what roy said had struck something with him. but face-to-face conversation proved as good as impossible in a hug as tight as theirs. the teacher's arms loosened their hold to provide riley room to move, and to be able to look up at him -- which was pleasing to him, since before the boy had been intent at studying the floor instead -- and waited, since the teen seemed to be about to say something. but the way he leaned back for a better view seemed to cut off anything that roy was trying to contemplate.
roy let out a slight gasp, in his surprise unable to really do anything to hold it at bay. as riley had leaned back, his hips had gone forward to accommodate the motion, and... well, damn, he supposed it wasn't the most natural response. if it at been any other student who'd been there, he would have moved back in a fraction of a second; but here, the man had not nearly enough motivation in him to do that at all. which, quite frankly, seemed to disturb him as much as it failed to surprise him. of course, the younger had meant nothing at all by it. but roy was still trying to struggle out of his daze, and uncoordinated to the point where he almost missed what riley said altogether. damn, what's wrong with me? it shouldn't spur that kind of reaction... but yet, once again, he didn't seem compelled to move at all.
finally collecting himself, roy swallowed hard and went to processing a response. indeed, at this point, with this kind of proximity, his thinking seemed slowed a fair amount. but he was usually a quick-minded kind of person to begin with, so luckily it wasn't too noticeable. although his other symptoms probably were -- which surely wouldn't be good, considering the cause of riley's state... just fantastic. "as a teacher, i would probably have to get involved, since clearly it's had quite the negative effect on you. as it stands now, my responsibility as such requires that i not sit around and do nothing." by now he probably looked slightly clammy [or at least, that was how he felt], and his voice still hadn't lost that protective edge to it -- in addition to it already sounding almost strained. for a man who as usually so together, this was both odd and highly irritating for him to cope with. his eyes closed for just a moment, trying vigorously to pull himself completely back together. but it just didn't seem to want to work.
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[/font] 828 * muse:[/font] went from high to low to high *comments: i *hate* losing posts. D:< but still... typing the torture twice was worth the entertainment, i suppose. xD[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by */ riley kimura on Mar 10, 2010 20:50:57 GMT
{ 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 } - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - as he leaned back a little, riley half cocked his head to the side, absolutely unaware of the accidental, almost dirty position he had placed himself and the other person in, but he still asked his question, never noticing the fact that once again his lips were brushing against eachother, rather than feeling the strange texture of the paper towel. glancing down a bit after asking it, the brunet noticed that the towel had dropped down between the two males. the paper towel wasn't completely covered in blood, but... the majority of it had soaked up the blood from the fourteen year old's cheek. it interested him quite a bit, for unknown reasons, however, he'd need to grasp the paper towel and place it back on his lip and hold it there [with his hand or with his upper lip]. the thing was... to grab it and get it back on his lip, the japanese teenager would have to let go of the teacher to obtain the paper towel and place it back in his mouth, but he really didn't want to let go of the chemist. he felt... safe, protected.
of course, he could also slide down the teacher a bit and seize it in his teeth and somehow manage to press it back down to his lip before it accidently slipped out of his grip again. he needed to grab it as soon as he could; he could feel the almost sticky red liquid flowing slowly out of his lip wound and down his chin. his brown eyes flicked down, seeing a small splatter of blood on his tshirt and slightly on his jacket. riley chewed his lip a bit, sucking a little and swallowing the liquid as he looked up at roy, noticing that he looked a bit damp on the face. he tipped his head a bit to the side before letting out a small whimper and pressing his face back into the teacher's chest, feeling another tear run down his cheek. some time ago, his crying must have stopped without him realising it, but the sudden rememberance of the not-extremely-visible-but-still-noticeable bite on his neck, a bit above the collar bone. that physical marking from james would probably be there for a while...
"as a teacher, i would probably have to get involved, since clearly it's had quite the negative effect on you. as it stands now, my responsibility as such requires that i not sit around and do nothing."
that's... true... but i swear... you'd... do something else... i don't know why... the brunet tightened his grip on the back of the chemist's shirt, pressing himself completely against roy. his body was starting to ache. ever since the rape event, riley's body started to hurt for every night afterwards. each time the pain started earlier and earlier... how come the aches continued on for about a week after? had it really scared him that much? the aftermath of the pain keeps coming back... like a scavenging fox to food after it gets shooed away... the brunet mumbled quietly, a barely audible, "oh... right..." there was a short pause as the asian felt pain suddenly wrack down his spine as he slid down the dark haired teacher a bit, grabbing the paper towel in his mouth.
he stood up again, tightening his grip on the back of the chemistry teacher's shirt to try and keep himself from falling over, even though he probably wouldn't. in one breath, he said: "sir what time is it i need to sleep oh fuck the pain is definitely back and it's almost unbearable..." he ended the sudden quick, slightly stuttering words with a small groan of pain as his the bite mark on his neck started to sting.
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everytime we touch -> riley to roy. o.o girlfriend -> riley to roy. xD alpha dog -> riley after spending some time with roy... and becoming slightly more dominant? xDD
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