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Post by Aki on Jan 29, 2011 5:39:36 GMT
"................................."
Aki was standing at the door to the classroom. This was suppose to be his break time. Hell, he was suppose to be taking a nap. What was he doing here?
Oh yeah, since he was on iffy terms with the administration and a certain teacher, he has to do an extra project with said teacher.
So he was at the door of the class, he can cut now and nothing would matter. Minus maybe being expelled. Military school doesn't sound like a lot of fun at all.
Sigh.
He opened the door to the room, scowling.
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Post by Kaoru on Feb 1, 2011 4:42:07 GMT
The look on the teacher's face was no less petulant that that of his student. He'd argued with the administration for over half an hour only to be told that he needed some compassion and couldn't he see that Aki was simply a misguided young man who needed a firm hand and a chance?
Pfft. Kaoru thought Aki needed a hard kick in the ass and a train ticket as far away from Ageha, and thus Kaoru's life, as possible.
"Look, neither of us are happy about this but at least try to make it bearable and don't break anything or touch my stuff." He let his hands drop from the guitar and glanced at the blond. "Just because they let you stay, doesn't mean they will if you keep pulling stupid stunts."
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Post by Aki on Feb 1, 2011 4:58:35 GMT
"I didn't break anything and I wouldn't have to touch your stuff if you didn't steal my stuff." He retorted right away. He pulled out a seat right in front of the teacher. He brought his bass, for once. He rather not having to carry it or bring it out where it can be harmed. There was no way in hell was he able to get another bass if he wanted.
Well, other than rob a bank.
"Let's get this over with. What do we have to do? Glue dry pasta on paper?"
Anything. Just let him out.
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Post by Kaoru on Feb 1, 2011 5:08:37 GMT
"No, you have to come up with a composition to play for the dean." Why Aki couldn't just compose something on his own was beyond Kaoru but the administration felt that somehow the time together would be beneficial for both. Beneficial? No. Homicidal? Probably.
"So...just write something while I grade papers." He got up from where he'd been sitting, not liking Aki's proximity. "If you get stuck, don't ask me for help because I don't care." He set his guitar on its stand next to the desk and sank down into the seat, glancing at the stack of theory papers that had been due the last friday.
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Post by Aki on Feb 1, 2011 5:27:45 GMT
It's not like Aki had anything of value so he really wouldn't worry about death...not like he had life insurance either. So he really probably couldn't care less if one of the two in the room died.
"...oh...well...." Aki looked at his bass for a moment then back at the teacher. Getting up and walking up close to the other again. ".......I never wrote anything before."
He stated honestly, staring at Kaoru like a child.
"...so if you don't help me...I'm going to tell on you." Translation: Do it for me.
Enough said.
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Post by Kaoru on Feb 2, 2011 5:31:10 GMT
"..." He blinked.
"You can't have been at this school for as long as you have -without- composing anything. Unless you're trying to tell me that you plagarized? That would be grounds for expulsion." There was no way in hell that he would write the damned thing -for- Aki. Kreva may have a soft spot for the unruly teen but Kaoru certainly didn't.
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Post by Aki on Feb 2, 2011 7:54:29 GMT
"........." Aki stared at Kaoru. ".....I have been here for nearly a month. BEFORE THAT I PLAYED FUCKING COVERS OF J." In other words, the foster home association strong armed the academy to let Aki go to school here. Talk about slacker.
Yes. Aki was a raging fanboy, and only had one thing in his mind at a time. J, Star Wars, good food. All in that order.
".......so help me out." He tugged on Kaoru's sleeve like a child.
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Post by Kaoru on Feb 4, 2011 6:57:44 GMT
"How the hell are you in third year if you've only been here for a month?! What, did they just skip you ahead? What the hell is wrong with this school?" He rubbed at his face, cursing. "You have to have basic composition skills just to finish third year. Fucking hell..." There was more subdued cursing, mutters about smacking the administrations heads together in hopes of finding their brains in the process.
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Post by Aki on Feb 4, 2011 7:15:23 GMT
"I already did year 1 and 2...at"-three-"other schools." Aki answered. Shuffling between feet. "...and that's probably the reason they asked you to help me. You know, you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours."
Idly, drawing circles on Kaoru's desk with his finger. Not ready to burn any chance of assistance yet. He'll work on that later.
"Or I'll seriously play an entire ten minute song in four-four time, the D string...in quarter notes."
If that didn't give anyone an annoying headache, well, Aki might just beat them with the coffee mug.
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Post by Kaoru on Feb 8, 2011 4:51:22 GMT
"I don't want you in my personal bubble let alone scratching me. If I help you I don't want you to come within ten feet of me for the rest of the school year, okay? And if you try to play that I'll break your bass." A simple solution to the problem, right? Besides, he already had a headache.
"Look, haven't you ever just...had a melody in your head, one that you haven't heard...? Just kind of humming to yourself and making it up as you go?" Please, please say yes.
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Post by Aki on Feb 8, 2011 9:46:12 GMT
".......what ever makes you think I want to be anywhere near you?" He answered, probably too frank for his own good. "It's not like it's my choice to end up in one of your classes, if anyone's, it's that Kreva's fault putting me in the classes that he did."
He crossed his arm, settling for leaning against the desk now. The man hasn't finish Aki's project, Aki doesn't have to leave any personal space.
".....no. I'm a bassist, I don't do melodies, I do rhythms." He quirked an eyebrow, giving a little thrust with his hip as a hint. Oh, if only he was a drummer....then the hold on jokes would have no end.
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Post by Kaoru on Feb 10, 2011 4:51:44 GMT
"Oh you have to be fucking kidding me." He slammed his pen down and again rubbed at his forehead in agitation.
"Can you read music or are you completely illiterate?!" He wouldn't be surprised if the answer was 'no I can't and yes I am'. The school seemed to have ignored every other qualifying criteria when admitting the blond.
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Post by Aki on Feb 10, 2011 5:05:44 GMT
"....well, duh, of course I can." He answered, looking completely offended. "You know, I got some talent and skill, you unmotivating jerk." And then broke all form of personal space, by poking Kaoru on the nose.
"So write me something nice to play."
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Post by Kaoru on Feb 10, 2011 5:08:15 GMT
Instantly that hand was slapped away. Hard.
"First rule: DO NOT TOUCH ME IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM." There was that glare again. "Second? I'm not writing anything for your sorry ass. You have to write it your damned self. So take some empty sheet paper and write some damned notes. Now." He shoved the blank music sheets at the student hard enough to hopefully give the blond some new papercuts.
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Post by Aki on Feb 10, 2011 23:53:06 GMT
Hand learned its lesson and withdrew right away. "Ow...that's abuse, Sensei." Pout. Pout. POUTY POUT POUT!!!
"NO ONE WANT TO TOUCH YOU." It was just a poke! "And..." Paper, lots of paper in his hands. It was a miracle you didn't any papercuts.
"You're really uncute, you know that?" He answered, dropping the papers back on the man's desk. Then drew ONE giant note on it.
"There. Some notes. I don't think it's good enough, through. Looks like you should help me."
Aki grin. =D
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