[Legend of Sun Knight] fic: My Very Own Creature of Darkness - Part 5
Title: My Very Own Creature of Darkness - Part 5
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,733
Summary: If it weren't because my friends had dared me to touch the gravestones, I would never have set even one foot in the cemetery. Ceo/Roland, reincarnation, sequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake
Notes: Stress, stress, stressssss. *writes fic instead* There. I feel much less stressed now. *pushes stress onto Theo instead* XD; Cute doodle by kiyutsuna included~. Also, TwelveHolyKnights drew an amaaazing illustration for this fic! You can view it over here.
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Part 5: School
One look at the towering papers on my desk in the student council room made me want to skip out on student council duties for the day, but I couldn't bring myself to ignore the papers. If I didn't do something about them, experience told me that I would return only to find even more papers on my desk the next day.
Resigned, I placed my bag down and got right to work. As the secretary of the student council, handling the paperwork was indeed my job, but I wasn't the one who was supposed to be approving all these requests from the different clubs! That was Grisel's job!
But, like always, Grisel wasn't even here. I had no doubt that he was off over at the tennis club again, ditching the work to me.
Thankfully, Grisel's cousin was much more responsible than he was. If the student council vice-president was anything like our president, I truly would have resigned long, long ago and walked out on both blonds. It didn't matter that Grisel and I have been friends since forever, somehow always ending up in the same classes, and funnily enough, our parents knew each other too; there was only so much of Grisel's work attitude with the student council I could take! He wasn't a bad president, preferring to see to all the problems in person, but couldn't he at least do some of the paperwork that went with everything too? Thank goodness for the vice-president, who would always take half of the work Grisel ditched to me. Otherwise, I'd never get around to overseeing the track-and-field club, and they would end up needing to choose a different captain.
I moved half of the stack on my desk to the vice-president's desk, since eventually, Grisel's cousin would have come and taken it anyway. Then, I got back to work with the now much smaller and much more manageable stack in front of me.
I held up a form from the home economics club, a request for more funds, and immediately wanted to thud my head against the table. On the form detailed exactly how much sugar, blueberries, and flour the home economics club had used for the month (a startling amount), and I knew exactly why they had to use so much of those ingredients. Grisel's sweet tooth was no joke, and I'd never met anyone as fond of blueberries as he was. Logically, one person really shouldn't be able to do much damage to an entire club's reserve of ingredients, but Grisel really wasn't just anyone.
Our treasurer had stuck a note on the form, detailing some possible solutions, but there weren't a lot of available options. Like always, he was leaving the actual decision to me. Ever since he had blundered with a calculation and ended up approving an order for 2,000 apples instead of 200 apples, I felt like I'd become half a treasurer. None of us wanted a repeat of the apple incident. Each of us in the student council had eaten apples every single day for the entire month because of it, and desserts from the home economics club had all been apple-flavored too, from apple pie to apple turnovers to apple cobblers. Blueberries were, of course, nowhere to be seen. It only took less than a week for Grisel to very firmly declare his absolute hatred for apples. Then, I had very amiably helped Grisel gather information on our treasurer, who was not only careless with his calculations, but also had a big mouth. I found out many things he wouldn't want us to reveal, one of them being the reason he'd joined the student council in the first place -- he'd wanted to impress the vice-president!
Well, I'd say that he sure did leave a lasting impression with those 2,000 apples. The vice-president won't ever be able to forget that.
Tapping my pen against my cheek, I tried to think of a way to settle the home economics club's latest request. Our headmaster had always been stingy with funds, and he'd become even stingier after the apple incident, so we didn't have a lot of funds that could be allocated to each club. Just because the student council president had single-handedly eaten up the funds of the home economics club didn't mean we could play favorites, but it also meant we couldn't let them go completely without funds. Grisel without his sweets was a natural disaster waiting to happen, and without all the snacks the home economics club provided, all of our athletic clubs would surely fall into a slump. I quickly scribbled down a compromise -- a one time extra allowance of funds, along with the possibility of borrowing a field patch from the gardening club to grow some of their own ingredients. I remembered the gardening club didn't have enough members. This should help both clubs.
I explicitly wrote: Ashlan, I suggest growing blueberries.
Then, I made a note to contact the gardening club, took Grisel's seal, and stamped the form.
Also in the stack were a few papers with club requests about what they wanted to do for the school festival. These clubs were way too early! The student council hadn't even settled on a theme for the school festival yet. This wasn't something I could decide without Grisel around.
Sighing, I scooped up all the papers related to the school festival and headed toward the tennis courts with them.
I heard the sound of tennis balls being hit much earlier than I saw the courts. As I made my way around the trees, I found Grisel standing by the courts, just where I expected him to be. Although he was watching the entire team, most of his attention was on the imposing player with dark, black hair on the first court -- his childhood friend. Where one was, the other would never be far, was the impression I had of them ever since I'd first met them. When I walked closer, I could hear Grisel muttering to himself about each of the players.
"Knees need to be bent just a bit more, racket angled higher. Got to follow through with that swing and put more spin on the ball, or else that ball isn't going to land inside. We don't want a home run here. Oh that's not a bad hit."
"You never stop analyzing, huh?" I asked, coming to stand next to him.
Grisel glanced over. "Of course not."
I handed him the papers I had brought over. "You should use some of that skill on student council work too. Stay here too long, and people will start thinking you're some kind of pervert, always staring at their short skirts! Also, aren't you even the least bit worried about letting me stamp the papers with your seal?"
Grisel waved his hand in dismissal. "I look too noble to be mistaken for a pervert! I'll have you know, I'm a very upstanding guy, and I know you won't do anything to sabotage your upstanding friend, right Theo?"
Grisel truly did have a noble air to him, just like his mom. It figured. His mom was a model, after all. Looking stunning was part of the job. It played a large part in him getting elected to the student council.
"Oh just you wait, Grisel," I promised, but Grisel didn't seem to believe me. Still, he finally glanced at the papers I had given him.
"School festival requests? They're totally getting ahead of themselves. Turn them down."
"I thought the same, but you have to agree that we should start thinking about this."
I was sure that Grisel was about to suggest that I come up with some random theme, so I cut in before he could do so. "Remember what the headmaster said. The school festival, like always, is open to the public, a prime time for us to attract new students hoping to attend our school. Our attendance has been dropping over the past few years. At this rate, we'll lose out to our neighboring schools! It's your job as student council president to attract new students into joining our school!"
Grisel frowned.
"What?" I asked.
He didn't answer right away. Finally, he shook his head. "Nothing... I just felt that what you just said sounded very familiar. Don't worry, Theo, our school festival will be so amazing, everyone will want to come."
Then, he turned a mischievous smile on me, all traces of his previous disorientation gone. "More than that, how's it going with your devil protector?"
"He's not mine," I protested. I may have referred to him that way in my head, but hearing it spoken aloud was very, very embarrassing. "And... things aren't going so well."
"Oh? Is the honeymoon period already over? Did you already have a fight?"
"Grisel! You're becoming just as bad as Georgia!" I complained. "There's no problem between us. It's more... my parents... or well, actually... just my dad... Mom seems to be okay with it. I'm not sure about Chika."
Grisel's eyes widened. "Whoa, wait a minute Theo, you already told your family about him? I thought you'd hide him away in the corner for longer than that. I know I told you that you couldn't hide him forever, but I didn't think you'd be so forthright."
"It's not that I wanted to tell them right away. You know my sister. She kicked open my door. Couldn't hide anything after that."
"Ah," Grisel murmured in understanding. "Right, Chika. So, what happened after that?"
I sighed. No amount of burying myself in paperwork could erase the fact that I had a very large problem going on at home. "I tried to get Dad to let Roland stay, but even though Dad finally relented, he only agreed to..."
"Agreed to?" Grisel asked.
"Agreed to letting Roland stay outside in the tree," I finished.
Grisel muffled his laughter.
"It's not funny," I defended.
He shook his head. "No, no, imagine that. What would your neighbors think? Oh, is that a bird? That's an awfully large bird."
I thought of Roland outside my window, among the leaves. It was true that people walking by could easily see him if they happened to look up. Was he still there at this very moment, waiting for me to return home?
I sighed again. "When I brought Roland back home with me from the graveyard, it wasn't so he could move from one tree to another!"
"It's so he can move into your bed, right?" Grisel quipped.
"Grisel!" I sputtered. "I take that back. You're getting even worse than Georgia!"
to be continued
Six new people mentioned in this chapter but only one new one by name. Can you catch them all? XD This chapter was mostly for introducing Grisel a bit more and to detail their school activities. It's really fun thinking of how their current life might parallel their past lives, but in a school setting. XD
Cute pic by kiyutsuna~~~
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Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,733
Summary: If it weren't because my friends had dared me to touch the gravestones, I would never have set even one foot in the cemetery. Ceo/Roland, reincarnation, sequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake
Notes: Stress, stress, stressssss. *writes fic instead* There. I feel much less stressed now. *pushes stress onto Theo instead* XD; Cute doodle by kiyutsuna included~. Also, TwelveHolyKnights drew an amaaazing illustration for this fic! You can view it over here.
Previous part
Part 5: School
One look at the towering papers on my desk in the student council room made me want to skip out on student council duties for the day, but I couldn't bring myself to ignore the papers. If I didn't do something about them, experience told me that I would return only to find even more papers on my desk the next day.
Resigned, I placed my bag down and got right to work. As the secretary of the student council, handling the paperwork was indeed my job, but I wasn't the one who was supposed to be approving all these requests from the different clubs! That was Grisel's job!
But, like always, Grisel wasn't even here. I had no doubt that he was off over at the tennis club again, ditching the work to me.
Thankfully, Grisel's cousin was much more responsible than he was. If the student council vice-president was anything like our president, I truly would have resigned long, long ago and walked out on both blonds. It didn't matter that Grisel and I have been friends since forever, somehow always ending up in the same classes, and funnily enough, our parents knew each other too; there was only so much of Grisel's work attitude with the student council I could take! He wasn't a bad president, preferring to see to all the problems in person, but couldn't he at least do some of the paperwork that went with everything too? Thank goodness for the vice-president, who would always take half of the work Grisel ditched to me. Otherwise, I'd never get around to overseeing the track-and-field club, and they would end up needing to choose a different captain.
I moved half of the stack on my desk to the vice-president's desk, since eventually, Grisel's cousin would have come and taken it anyway. Then, I got back to work with the now much smaller and much more manageable stack in front of me.
I held up a form from the home economics club, a request for more funds, and immediately wanted to thud my head against the table. On the form detailed exactly how much sugar, blueberries, and flour the home economics club had used for the month (a startling amount), and I knew exactly why they had to use so much of those ingredients. Grisel's sweet tooth was no joke, and I'd never met anyone as fond of blueberries as he was. Logically, one person really shouldn't be able to do much damage to an entire club's reserve of ingredients, but Grisel really wasn't just anyone.
Our treasurer had stuck a note on the form, detailing some possible solutions, but there weren't a lot of available options. Like always, he was leaving the actual decision to me. Ever since he had blundered with a calculation and ended up approving an order for 2,000 apples instead of 200 apples, I felt like I'd become half a treasurer. None of us wanted a repeat of the apple incident. Each of us in the student council had eaten apples every single day for the entire month because of it, and desserts from the home economics club had all been apple-flavored too, from apple pie to apple turnovers to apple cobblers. Blueberries were, of course, nowhere to be seen. It only took less than a week for Grisel to very firmly declare his absolute hatred for apples. Then, I had very amiably helped Grisel gather information on our treasurer, who was not only careless with his calculations, but also had a big mouth. I found out many things he wouldn't want us to reveal, one of them being the reason he'd joined the student council in the first place -- he'd wanted to impress the vice-president!
Well, I'd say that he sure did leave a lasting impression with those 2,000 apples. The vice-president won't ever be able to forget that.
Tapping my pen against my cheek, I tried to think of a way to settle the home economics club's latest request. Our headmaster had always been stingy with funds, and he'd become even stingier after the apple incident, so we didn't have a lot of funds that could be allocated to each club. Just because the student council president had single-handedly eaten up the funds of the home economics club didn't mean we could play favorites, but it also meant we couldn't let them go completely without funds. Grisel without his sweets was a natural disaster waiting to happen, and without all the snacks the home economics club provided, all of our athletic clubs would surely fall into a slump. I quickly scribbled down a compromise -- a one time extra allowance of funds, along with the possibility of borrowing a field patch from the gardening club to grow some of their own ingredients. I remembered the gardening club didn't have enough members. This should help both clubs.
I explicitly wrote: Ashlan, I suggest growing blueberries.
Then, I made a note to contact the gardening club, took Grisel's seal, and stamped the form.
Also in the stack were a few papers with club requests about what they wanted to do for the school festival. These clubs were way too early! The student council hadn't even settled on a theme for the school festival yet. This wasn't something I could decide without Grisel around.
Sighing, I scooped up all the papers related to the school festival and headed toward the tennis courts with them.
I heard the sound of tennis balls being hit much earlier than I saw the courts. As I made my way around the trees, I found Grisel standing by the courts, just where I expected him to be. Although he was watching the entire team, most of his attention was on the imposing player with dark, black hair on the first court -- his childhood friend. Where one was, the other would never be far, was the impression I had of them ever since I'd first met them. When I walked closer, I could hear Grisel muttering to himself about each of the players.
"Knees need to be bent just a bit more, racket angled higher. Got to follow through with that swing and put more spin on the ball, or else that ball isn't going to land inside. We don't want a home run here. Oh that's not a bad hit."
"You never stop analyzing, huh?" I asked, coming to stand next to him.
Grisel glanced over. "Of course not."
I handed him the papers I had brought over. "You should use some of that skill on student council work too. Stay here too long, and people will start thinking you're some kind of pervert, always staring at their short skirts! Also, aren't you even the least bit worried about letting me stamp the papers with your seal?"
Grisel waved his hand in dismissal. "I look too noble to be mistaken for a pervert! I'll have you know, I'm a very upstanding guy, and I know you won't do anything to sabotage your upstanding friend, right Theo?"
Grisel truly did have a noble air to him, just like his mom. It figured. His mom was a model, after all. Looking stunning was part of the job. It played a large part in him getting elected to the student council.
"Oh just you wait, Grisel," I promised, but Grisel didn't seem to believe me. Still, he finally glanced at the papers I had given him.
"School festival requests? They're totally getting ahead of themselves. Turn them down."
"I thought the same, but you have to agree that we should start thinking about this."
I was sure that Grisel was about to suggest that I come up with some random theme, so I cut in before he could do so. "Remember what the headmaster said. The school festival, like always, is open to the public, a prime time for us to attract new students hoping to attend our school. Our attendance has been dropping over the past few years. At this rate, we'll lose out to our neighboring schools! It's your job as student council president to attract new students into joining our school!"
Grisel frowned.
"What?" I asked.
He didn't answer right away. Finally, he shook his head. "Nothing... I just felt that what you just said sounded very familiar. Don't worry, Theo, our school festival will be so amazing, everyone will want to come."
Then, he turned a mischievous smile on me, all traces of his previous disorientation gone. "More than that, how's it going with your devil protector?"
"He's not mine," I protested. I may have referred to him that way in my head, but hearing it spoken aloud was very, very embarrassing. "And... things aren't going so well."
"Oh? Is the honeymoon period already over? Did you already have a fight?"
"Grisel! You're becoming just as bad as Georgia!" I complained. "There's no problem between us. It's more... my parents... or well, actually... just my dad... Mom seems to be okay with it. I'm not sure about Chika."
Grisel's eyes widened. "Whoa, wait a minute Theo, you already told your family about him? I thought you'd hide him away in the corner for longer than that. I know I told you that you couldn't hide him forever, but I didn't think you'd be so forthright."
"It's not that I wanted to tell them right away. You know my sister. She kicked open my door. Couldn't hide anything after that."
"Ah," Grisel murmured in understanding. "Right, Chika. So, what happened after that?"
I sighed. No amount of burying myself in paperwork could erase the fact that I had a very large problem going on at home. "I tried to get Dad to let Roland stay, but even though Dad finally relented, he only agreed to..."
"Agreed to?" Grisel asked.
"Agreed to letting Roland stay outside in the tree," I finished.
Grisel muffled his laughter.
"It's not funny," I defended.
He shook his head. "No, no, imagine that. What would your neighbors think? Oh, is that a bird? That's an awfully large bird."
I thought of Roland outside my window, among the leaves. It was true that people walking by could easily see him if they happened to look up. Was he still there at this very moment, waiting for me to return home?
I sighed again. "When I brought Roland back home with me from the graveyard, it wasn't so he could move from one tree to another!"
"It's so he can move into your bed, right?" Grisel quipped.
"Grisel!" I sputtered. "I take that back. You're getting even worse than Georgia!"
to be continued
Six new people mentioned in this chapter but only one new one by name. Can you catch them all? XD This chapter was mostly for introducing Grisel a bit more and to detail their school activities. It's really fun thinking of how their current life might parallel their past lives, but in a school setting. XD
Cute pic by kiyutsuna~~~
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