Deluge of Delusion

Chapter one – Enter, Tsubasa Sanders!

 

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I can't even figure out where I'm headed
I listen closely to the voice of my troubled heart

"What in the world

was I born to do...?”

- Fragrance, Gackt.

 

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Dear Journal,

 

Damn, that was a boring way to start. Let me try again.

 

Sup maih hommie—

 No, That won’t work. 

 

Yo Yo Yo, how ya doin’??—

Ugh, not my style either.

 

But whatever already. Forget those strange greetings people like to use these days, and we’ll stick with the “Dear Journal” because there’re more important things to discuss besides the proper way to greet someone….

 

For example, I’m more important than figuring out proper greetings. (Don’t tell Mr. Watson I said though, he’s the one who told me attention-grabbing openings are important. He’s also the one making his English classes keep a journal. Blah.) So I’ll talk about me, right?

 

My name’s Tsubasa Sanders. I’m currently a senior at Crystal Prep Academy, one of the most prestigious high schools around. Don’t ask how I got in, I’m not even sure. Probably has something to do with the fact that my rich guardians (my aunty and uncle) donates to the school religiously, but like I said that isn’t important.

 

My real parents died a long time ago. I don’t remember them at all. I’d like to believe they were good people, but their records show they were anything but. 

 

They both had criminal reputations, and they were pretty nasty people. My aunty and uncle believe I won’t amount up to anything more than scum, but I’ll prove them wrong! It’s kinda hard, though, to make them see otherwise. They won’t give me a chance; plus, Valentine, my cousin, their beloved and overly doted daughter, is really set on icing me from everyone else. She enjoys telling them the truth about my parents, and how I’m just like them.

 

That probably explains why I don’t have a lot of friends, only a few important ones: Colin and— well, I guess that’s it. We seem to be licking the bottom of the barrel, since we couldn’t even reach the bottom step of the social ladder. Yup. Completely below the nerds and the geeks. But it’s ‘kay. Otherwise we wouldn’t be friends.

 

I live by myself, funded by my (wicked) aunty and uncle; they don’t want to live with me. They barely tolerate me. Sometimes it gets really lonely in my apartment, but I’ve learned to deal with it.

 

Oh, I have a job too, working at Stardust Nightclub in the Sunshine Moonlight Hotel since those rich bastards (Aunty and Uncle) won’t give me pocket money.

 

I guess that’s enough for a first entry.

 

-Tsubasa ^ ^  v

 

The entry ended with a scribbled drawing of a stick man on fire, being chased off the page by a mutated dragon.

 

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Tsubasa Sanders, with eyes full of sleep and dreams, blinked awake as the dull sunlight of a cold day spilled into the bedroom. His silky auburn colored hair stuck out at odd angles, not that it mattered since it usually remained relatively unkempt throughout the day. Glittering eyes like pools of liquid emeralds, glanced around blearily, but instead of getting up, he did absolutely nothing to rouse himself from his worn down bed. It was too comfortable, and he opted that another five minutes of sleep wouldn’t hurt, especially on the weekend. 

 

‘Damn internal alarm clock’ he groused to himself. With one last look around his room, his eyes automatically graced over the calendar that acted as a dual schedule posted on his wall, double-checking he had nothing to do on his precious Saturday, and he drifted back into a peaceful…

 

Crap. 

 

His eyes snapped back open as his sleep-fogged brain processed what it just saw.

 

The start of the weekend was always glorious; he couldn’t deny that,

 

Tsubasa quickly confirmed the date on his cell phone and groaned,

 

but the weekend had yet to commence. Both his calendars read Friday.

 

Crap.

 

Without wasting another moment, the green-eyed teen floundered out of bed, and dashed to the shower, while grabbing a change of clothes and a stale bagel from the kitchen counter. He grinned humorlessly to himself, chomping on the old bagel while stripping off old sleep shirt and boxers. He was screwed. He efficiently crammed the rest of his breakfast into his mouth before stepping into the shower, whereupon he promptly choked on it. Another tardy would land him in another detention, and that was something he couldn’t afford since he had work later that day.

 

The icy spray of the shower beat upon him in a relentless manner as he quickly washed down his body and shampooed his hair.  By the time he finished rinsing off, the water had only begun to warm up. A bit disgruntled, Tsubasa stepped out of the shower, and quickly pulled on the pair of khaki cargo pants and a long sleeved red and brown striped collared shirt before hastily brushing his teeth. He quickly checked the time; it was 7:43, seventeen more minutes before school started, if he ran fast enough, he could still make it in time, with that he took to retreating out the door and sprinted to Crystal Prep Academy.

 

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“Tsu…ba… sa… San…ders… is… here!!” Tsubasa panted out, skidding to a stop in Mr. Watson’s room, but instead of getting the usual welcome from his favorite teacher, and engaging in a casual banter exchange with Colin, he was greeted with the sight of a slender boy, around his age occupied in what appeared to be an amusing conversation with Mr. Watson. More importantly, the classroom was void of the cold looks his other classmates sometimes spared him. That would be an excellent thing, Tsubasa decided, if there were actually students in class today to spare him the glares. The room was utterly devoid of its usual rowdiness and usually students.

 

 Tsubasa frowned, surveying the empty room, and then turned back to his teacher who was dismissing the other teen with a hearty laugh and a carelessly waved hand.

 

“Yo, Watson, why is your class empty?” he asked, knowing the meeting between the two was over. He knew he had Mr. Watson’s full attention because he was now being stared at so intently as if he had two heads, or something. He could feel his teacher’s silent disbelief, then amusement as he waited for an answer.

 

“Tsu-ba-sa,” Mr. Watson chuckled, “today’s a teacher workday. How could you’ve forgotten?”

 

It was Tsubasa’s turn to be filled with disbelief, and then he too started laughing. “Man, I guess this is what I get for being late so often. I automatically shift into panic mode and do whatever it takes to get to school on time.” A thoughtful expression passed through his face before exclaiming, “Oh, that’s why I thought it was Saturday when I woke up.”

 

He scratched the back of head bashfully, as Mr. Watson continued to chuckle. The forgotten youth that remained in front of Mr. Watson’s desk had yet to leave, despite already being dismissed by Mr. Watson, and took to surveying Tsubasa incredulously (although his face remained passive), most likely wondering if the laughing teen really forgot that he didn’t have school that day. What an idiot.  He scoffed drawing Mr. Watson’s attention again.

 

“Ah, Tsubasa, this is Daisuke Seishi. He’ll be in our first period English class starting on Monday and possibly in some of your other classes,” Mr. Watson said, acknowledging remaining presence of the youth with a nod. Then he added slyly, “He had a perfect score on the English section in the placement exam, and graciously offered his time and assistance to tutor those in need of help.”

 

Mr. Watson proceeded to introduce Tsubasa to Daisuke, but Tsubasa automatically tuned him out as Daisuke Seishi turned around from his seat. His facial features were painfully perfect. Very aristocratic. The clear gray eyes, high cheek bones, angular jaw, slightly parted lips, inky colored hair that framed his face perfectly, and his ivory toned skin rendered Tsubasa incapable of making a polite introduction to please his teacher.

 

Instead he snorted, “Dude, you seriously need to get a tan.”

 

Daisuke didn’t reply to Tsubasa observation, instead he checked his watch and turned back to Mr. Watson who became flushed with embarrassment and started muttering under his breath about rude students.

 

“Excuse me Sir, I need to leave now,” Daisuke said standing up.

 

The young teacher was so lost in his ramblings that he didn’t hear the scraping of the chair against the floor. Tsubasa had to stride up to him and deliver a swift slap on the back so he could excuse the departing student.

 

“TSUBASA! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??” As soon as Daisuke was out of ear shot Mr. Watson almost exploded a lecture about common courtesy, but Tsubasa, who was used to his teacher’s excitable personality quickly cut him off.

 

“Ah, Watson, I think you’re gonna be late for your first meeting.” Tsubasa pointed to the schedule on his teacher’s desk, and then made a show of checking his watch. Mr. Watson checked his watch too.

 

“Crap.”

”Yes, those were exactly the same sentiments I had when I realized I was going to be late for school today.”

 

Mr. Watson eased into a hearty chuckle again, “Yes, but you actually didn’t have anything to be late for.” He paused slightly, plainly debating if he should indulge Tsubasa in whatever he was thinking about. “By the way, Daisuke agreed to be your tutor for the first few weeks of the second semester to make sure you get good footing this time.”

 

Tsubasa deadpanned. “Excuse me?”

 

“I don’t think you understand, Tsubasa. You’ve failed the first semester. Badly. F-a-i-l-e-d.” Mr. Watson waved his hands hoping they’d help illustrate his point.

 

“Oh no, I got the failing part, Sir.”

 

“For you to pass this class at this point, you’d have to break the laws of time and space. So I’m going to assign you an extra credit assignment, and Daisuke will tutor you too.”

 

“Wait, what happened to the laws of time and space?”

 

“He already told me he’d help you. Unless he changed his mind after meeting you today—“

 

“God, please let him have changed his mind.”

 

“— But I don’t think he’s that kind of person. For extra credit, all you need to do is make sure Daisuke’s transfer is easy. You know, show him around campus, introduce him to his teachers if you know them, show him around town.”

 

“Watsooon, you’re just doing this to torture me, right? Revenge for not auditioning for the Romeo and Juliet play earlier this year, right? Well it doesn’t matter since they canceled the play anyway!”

 

“Tsu-ba-sa. You need this class to graduate.” Mr. Watson growled out through gritted teeth.

 

“Fine, fine, I hear you. But this better not mess with my work schedule. Later.”  Giving his reluctant consent, Tsubasa slipped out of the classroom before his teacher realized the conversation just made him late for his first, thus most important meeting of the day.

 

Tsubasa grinned and broke out into a jog to the school’s cafe as he heard Mr. Watson’s colorful choice of words. He must’ve noticed he was late.

 

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Sanae smiled brightly as the teachers went in and out of Crystal Prep’s cafe when they had breaks between their meetings. Being the president of the student council she had to work in the cafe as a fundraiser for the student body even on the days other students had off. And with long golden honey colored hair, gentle hazel eyes, feminine contours, fair complexion, and kind disposition she was the most sought after girl in Crystal Prep Academy. Not to mention her father was the president of Krazy Recording Company, which made her the richest girl in school too. 

 

The bell at the door jingled signaling the entrance of a customer. Sanae looked up, “Good morning, Tsubasa.” She flashed him a smile. But what made Tsubasa ecstatic was the fact that she was one of the very few people that treated him like human whenever he saw her. Or whenever she saw him. Those occasions were pretty rare, though.  Their social status had a difference of 180 degrees, so it was uncommon for the two to bump into each other.

 

“Ah, Sanae, they’re making you work today too?” Tsubasa feigned shock, but they both knew it was expected of her.  “I guess I’ll order a hot chocolate.”

 

She merely laughed and turned to the back counter to grab the rich cocoa powder and instant hot water. For the moment, her hair was pinned back, revealing her side profile to Tsubasa who watched her as she worked. Her beauty was unmarred by the casual work setting. In fact, he decided, she looked even more radiant working in a pair of simple jeans, sneakers, a plain polo shirt, and an apron, rather than the refined aura and fancy clothes she donned regularly.

 

“Here you go.” She placed the steaming hot chocolate in front of Tsubasa. The foam cup had a tacky flower design that looked like it came from the 70s, and it remained uncovered to accommodate the generous swirl of whipped cream and small red straw. Tsubasa inhaled. Yup. Sweets were definitely his thing. Tacky flower designs were not.

 

Tsubasa decided the tacky flower design was flaming gay. “Sanae, how come our school can’t afford better cups? Our tuition costs so much that surely we can afford to get better quality cups.” His fingers flexed and uncurled automatically as he spoke, but the sparkle of humor never left his eyes.  “Scratch that, the quality of the cup can drop for all I care as long as the design doesn’t scream “’Flower Power~!’” or anything.” With his lips upturned in a smirk he continued, “Hey, I think I should be on the cups! I look good enough.”

 

It took all of Sanae’s serene nature and good upbringing to keep her from laughing out right at the last comment Tsubasa made, but somehow, a small giggle slipped.

 

Tsubasa’s face flushed as he berated himself for acting so impulsively with Sanae. ‘Hello Idiot, don’t freak out someone who’s nice to you. ESPECAILLY if that nice person is exceptionally popular and pretty.’ Outwardly he plastered a shit-eating grin, “Hehehe, don’t mind me sense of humor,” while he continued the one-sided conversation in his mind, ‘She’s WAY more than pretty. Idiot. Are you blind too?’

 

He merely continued smiling, but to his surprise Sanae’s face softened to a sweet smile. That type of smile was never directed at him before, and then she said something that nearly sent Tsubasa into a cardiac arrest: “Hey, I know this popular armature band that will be playing at Stardust Nightclub tomorrow evening,” Sanae continued smiling, not hesitating at all, “I think you’d like them. Would you like to come with me?”

 

Tsubasa suffered a long spell of stupor as he was completely dazed by what Sanae had just asked him. It was a good kind of stupor, but awkward. Questions ran rampant in his mind, so muddled that he couldn’t pick one out to ask.

 

“You can bring your friend Colin too if you want,” Sanae added, breaking Tsubasa out of his daze.

 

“Wow, Sanae, you’re the best!” Tsubasa broke out into a broad grin. “So what time do we— Oh crap,” he let out a low whistle, looking out of the glass windows, “Watson is coming.” Sure enough, the only teacher that treated Tsubasa fairly was approaching the cafe; however, just because he treated Tsubasa with respect all teachers should have for all students, it didn’t mean Tsubasa would be excused from making Mr. Watson late for his first meeting of the day. He probably knew better than anyone that Mr. Watson was a great guy, but he was pretty strict too.

 

Sanae looked out the glass windows and knew right away that Tsubasa probably teased their teacher too much earlier, or did something equally as rash, before coming to the café, and was in for a lecture if he didn’t get out. “We’ll meet at the entrance at 8pm. Go out through the back door,” she gestured to the storeroom, which apparently had a door that led outside. Tsubasa flashed her a grateful grin before bounding out of the way just in time.

 

The bell attached to the front door tinkled. “Ah, Sanae, you’re working today,” said Mr. Watson, just missing out on lecturing his favorite student. “I’ll have a coffee please.”

 

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Authors Notes:

Hmm, it’s no good, but it’ll get more interesting later. I promise ^ ^ v, okay? Okay~ And okay, there’re some things you should know about this fic:

1. The main paring will be male/male
2. It will get extremely citrus-y later.
3. The story is still very malleable. I’m open to suggestions.
4. Personally, I really don’t like this (my writing), so I might not continue it publicly if the feedback is too feeble.
5. Cheers. Till next time: Date with Sanae! (Read: MEETING DAISUKE SEISHI!)

 

"Deep in my soul
Love so strong
It takes control
Now we both know
The secrets bared
The feelings showed
Driven far apart
I'll make a wish
On a shooting star

There will come a day
Somewhere far away
In your arms I'll stay
My only love
Even though you're gone
Love will still live on
The feeling is so strong
My only love
My only love

There will come a day
Somewhere far away
In your arms I'll stay
My only love
You've reach the deepest part
Of the secrets in my heart
I've known it from the start
My only love
My only love"
(My only Love)

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 it's more like.... ahh... nevermind...

"I close my eyes gently in hope that these tears don't fall... "

::sigh::

"They all fall like a million raindrops, falling from a blue sky..."

you've gone to a place I can't follow...

"Sweet is love when all is sane
Sweet is death to rid the pain
Cruel is death when all is well
Cruel is love when all is hell"

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"The private wound is deepest"
Two G of V, Act v, Sc.4

"Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow"
Rom & Jul, Act ii, Sc.2

Edgar Allan Poe
All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream.

Edgar Allan Poe
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

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soshite mata  kyou ga kuru
natsu no kaze o tsurete
narete yuku hibi no katasumi de
futo kodoku ni deau