Fan Fiction ❯ Satoru ❯ What Twists Await ( Chapter 2 )

 

November 08, 2019

Sk8er9: How's eighth grade, do you have a girlfriend? We don't talk as much as we used to.

 

Satoru: My school makes me sick. I have no friends, they don't seem to like mixed kids in my school, and it's not like I can hide my blue eyes from their sights. Damn my grandfather for being British. I hate the girls in my school, they're too loud.

 

Sk8er9: Are you getting better in Japanese?

 

Satoru: I guess.

 

Sk8er9: Have you had sex with anyone?

 

Satoru: That's embarrassing...have you?

 

Sk8er9: Plenty, I like boys the best.

 

Satoru: whatever. I'm signing off for tonight.

 

Sk8er9: maybe we'll meet in our dreams.

 

“Satoru, you can sleep in if you want but I'll be damned if I have to write another sick note just so you don't get suspended,” Satoru sighed as his mother's voice woke him from his slumber. He sat up, rubbing his eyes gently, “I don't see what the point of going to school is anyway, I'm smarter than everyone in my level, and even some of the upper class men,” his voice drowsy. Kasumi sighed as she buttoned up her uniform, “well, it would be nice to know that while I'm at the diner, you are getting some form of education, plus a little socialization never hurt anyone.” Satoru shrugged as he kneeled, folding his tatami neatly before standing and walking to the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and starred into the mirror, except for growing a few inches he hadn't changed much in two years, he was still kind of thin, no real muscle apparent on his form. He turned on the sink and splashed cool water over his face, sighing softly, `Why do I even bother, it's not like I have any friends to impress anyway.' His eyes shot up when he heard his mother bang on the door, “and Satoru, please remember to wash out your hair dye before you go to school, I'm working late tonight and I don't want them calling me.” “I love you too Kasumi,” he sang as he brushed his teeth, she smiled silently from behind the door before grabbing her coat and heading to the door, “there's 4000 yen on the counter . . . 1000 to buy Santa more food and the rest is for a pizza, I love you, ja-ne.” He listened for the door to close and Santa's expected whine before spitting, “well, it's time for me to head off to hell ne boy?”

 

 

"What did you do on Sunday?" "Oh, My family and I...” Satoru groaned as he tried to block out the sound of the annoying conversation the two girls sitting in front of him were having. He pulled on his collar irritated as he clicked all the lead from his mechanical pencil, he still hadn't gotten used to the feel of the stiff uniform after two years in Japan, he didn't have to wear one in America. “Mr. Ido, could you complete problem 23e-12 on the board for the class.” “Hai,” he answered in his learned Japanese as he praised Kami, grabbing his notebook and hooking it up to his desk. Ignoring, like usual, the whispers and murmurs, even giggles, from his fully Japanese classmates as he booted up. He knew they hated him, why, he wasn't sure, it couldn't be his grades, he didn't even flaunt his grades like the popular brainiacs, he just sat in his desk and minded his business. Or maybe it was because he was the only mixed eighth grader in his entire school, even the teachers who adored his brain looked down upon him. He began to type, his problem popping up on the computer screen in front of the class as he went, stopping when he was finished to check his work. “Very well Ido-san, you may log off,” his teacher smiled as she walked to the board and began teaching from his problem. He sighed as a few whispers of him being the teacher's sex slave/pet passed through the air, relieved when the next person was called on. It seemed like an eternity before the bell finally rang, everyone closing their books and slowing orbiting toward the door for lunch. Satoru wasted no time, hoping to get to the cafeteria early so he would at-least have a seat. Nothing was worse than trying to get a seat when the tables were full of people who didn't want to be near you.

 

Satoru sighed as he headed back to class, running a hand through black bangs, `that lunch went pretty smoothly for a Tuesday.' Deep blue orbs skimmed over the ceiling lights as he walked down the hallway, it was oddly empty for after lunch, `must be a fight going on somewhere.' He starred on for a while before he walked into something, or someone. He blinked as he sat on his rump, starring up to see the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She smiled down at him sweetly, her green eyes elegant, as she flipped one ponytail of curly black hair over her shoulder. Blushing he jumped up, “I-I'm so sorry, I didn't see you . . . are you new here?” his voice shaky. The girl merely smiled at him before speaking forced-Japanese in an ambiguous voice, “as a matter of fact I'll be finishing my ninth grade year here starting next week, my family just came here from Ireland.” Satoru smiled softly, `she sure is cute, nothing like the other girls at school,' her black shirt and neat shirt showing she wasn't a student, “m-my names' Satoru.” “Satoru, well Satoru, I'm Miki Sendo, why don't you come over to my house after school, I'm sure we can be good friends,” she chirped. “Uh . . .” Satoru blushed as he fumbled through his pockets, searching for a pen and something to right on. Miki merely giggled at him before grabbing his hand, “I'll meet you when school ends and show you to my house.” Satoru nodded in embarrassment, “uh, sure.” Emerald eyes watched him as Miki turned away and headed down the hallway, “I'll see you later Sato-kun.”

 

“Uh hello?” Satoru cleared his throat, peering around the side of the school building, “Sato-kun!” He turned around just in time to be pinned to the wall by Miki. She smirked at him cutely before letting him go, “I can't believe you didn't hear me behind you.” Satoru grunted dusting off his shoulders, “it was a lucky shot.” “Typical male, can't admit when you're wrong ne?” Miki smiled before looping her arm through his, “shall we go?” Satoru smiled softly as she began leading him off, his face reddening slightly. “You sure are red Sato-kun, feelin a bit under the weather?” Miki giggled as she led him down the road away from the school, flipping one of her pigtails over her shoulder. Satoru blushed even deeper, sweat forming on his brow, “no it's just, you're really pretty and I'm kinda confused as to why you'd wanna be friends with me, I'm not that cute or anything.” “Well Sato-kun, we have more in common than you think,” Miki hummed as she leaned her head on his shoulder, smiling softly, “and that's what I like about you.” Satoru blushed softly at the closeness of their bodies, a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, and he felt closer to this new friend than he had felt to anyone in his whole life.

 

 

Satoru fell to the ground in laughter as Miki paraded in front of him in a cabaret costume, singing flamboyantly on a fake microphone. “And now for my final number . . . I'll perform a song very dear to me, I wrote it and I know you'll love it,” she smiled, bringing the fake microphone to her lips once more. Satoru sat up strait, holding back giggles as she held a hand on her hip, but his tune quickly changed as she began, this time a serious performance. And in his eyes she was a real singer, on a real stage, her pink boa fluffy against her shimmering dress. “Let's search for and gather the shards of dreams.” She sang on after flashing a quick smile to Satoru, “even if we're sad, we can probably still find them now, changing the shape of the brightly turning tomorrow,” her voice clear and sharp. “Even if we're sad, let's feel the sure pre-” Satoru looked on eagerly as she suddenly stopped, dropping the hand to her side, and for a moment he thought she was about to cry. Swallowing hard she turned to him, smiling softly, “let's do something else, okay Sato-kun.” He was about to protest until he saw the look in her eyes, nodding, “fine with me . . . I don't even like all this cabaret stuff that much . . . anyway,” clearly lying. Miki laughed softly, before smirking at him deviously, “why don't we go swimming?” Satoru blushed softly, before stuttering, “I-I don't have a bathing suit,” gasping when Miki grabbed his arm, “it's okay, we don't need `em.”

 

Satoru blushed as he stood behind a bush, hiding himself from view, “Sato-kun, are ya ready?” He gulped before stepping out from behind his hiding spot, covering himself from view, “I-I'm ready.” One blue orb squinted open to see Miki collar deep in water, her hair pinned up on-top of her head,” Miki turned to him, smiling softly. “Hey silly goose, get in,” she laughed, before diving under; he took this as a chance to run into the water. He quickly ran in, ignoring the cold as he hid his privates in the ice cold water, `oh god.' He blushed as Miki neared him, splashing him with water, “you gotta move around if you don't want your nuts to shrivel up and die.” “Heh-heh,” he laughed nervously before she grabbed his shoulders, moving around behind him. He stiffened up at their closeness as she gently rubbed his shoulders, massaging him lightly; he melted like putty in her hands as she continued down his arms and sides, releasing the tension from his thin form. “I think I like you Sato-kun . . . ” he blushed before spinning around, a lump in his throat as he starred into slightly lowered eyes, “but, I have to let you know something . . . b-but you can't look at me.” He nodded nervously before spinning around, his face reddening as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing herself up behind him. She blushed softly as she held her head to the side, her breathing hushed unlike her heart beat. “I told you . . . we're not so different you and me, not too different at all,” Satoru's eyes were wide in shock as he felt what she meant, the evidence of his true gender pressed against his backside. “If you feel creeped out, you can leave, I won't even complain if you hit me . . . I could of just kept it a secret . . . but you can't do that with friends you know,” his words were shaky as he loosened his hold, sinking his arms to his sides. Satoru was quiet for a while before spinning around, starring at him blankly, “can I see?” blushing slightly. Miki smiled softly before blushing, “no you can't see you perv,” his hands grabbing Satoru's head and dunking him under the water. Satoru sputtered up quickly, “I just wanted to be sure,” splashing Miki in the face. He growled softly before splashing Satoru back, and then diving under when he retaliated.

 

November18, 2019

Sk8er9: Do you like boys or girls?

 

Satoru: I don't know, that's embarrassing, don't ask me that.

 

Sk8er9: Your friend Miki does he like boys or girls?

 

Satoru: He says he likes me.

 

Sk8er9: Does that bother you?

 

Satoru: No, I like that he likes me.

 

Sk8er9: I thought you said you didn't know what you liked. It sounds like you like boys.

 

Satoru: Would it bother you if I did?

 

Sk8er9: No, I think it's hot. I told you before, I like boys the best.

 

Satoru: Miki cross-dressing doesn't seem to bother me. He's prettier than anyone else in my school. He says his Mother was a big time cabaret dancer in France, and he never knew his father. He speaks fluent German.

 

Sk8er9: Is he hot?

 

 

Satoru: I don't know.

 

Sk8er9: What do you look like naked?

 

Satoru: I'm not telling you. You're embarrassing me. How old are you any way, I never asked before.

 

Sk8er9: I'm sixteen. One day I'm gonna have to meet you, and see you naked.

 

Satoru: I'm logging off. Ja-ne.

 

“Sato-kun...” Satoru span around as Miki neared him, his tray full of food, the raven haired beauty still looked like a girl, even in the boy uniform he was forced to wear. He smiled sweetly as he slid in beside him, placing the tray on the table quickly, “man I'm starvin, you know they don't even have rice up there.” Satoru laughed softly as Miki started eating, not really feeling much like touching his own food, “you eat a lot for someone who looks anorexic.” Miki glanced at him, burger in mouth, “whapt to do mewn?” his face perplexed.” “Look what we have here,” they both looked up to see Yami and half the soccer team standing in front of their table, “isn't it the happy couple, Igirisu and girlie boy.” “Let's go Miki,” Satoru mumbled, about to get up and leave, grabbing Miki's arm, “but...I'm not done.” “Oh, it's fine, you and your girlfriend can sit, that is...if she gives us all blow-jobs to pay for it,” Yami smirked, his hands down on the table as he kissed at Miki. Both Satoru and Miki blushed at the comment, Miki getting up, suddenly losing his appetite. “Hey girly, you are a girl right, I saw ya yesterday, at the mall with some hotshot, in a cute little dress...tell me do you suck him off or does he just bone you while your parents are out,” Yami laughed. Satoru fumed, about to say something before Miki grabbed his hand, “come on Satoru...if we hurry we can watch moss grow in the courtyard.” Satoru smiled softly as they headed off, brushing off the whole event.

 

Satoru sighed as he clicked all the lead from his pencil, eagerly starring out the window, waiting for the bell to ring. He groaned as he glanced at the clock before slamming his pencil down on his desk. Everyone in the class stared at him as he looked around embarrassed, “uh sorry...my-my hand was asleep.” Everyone rolled their eyes before looking back to the teacher's lesson, leaving him to his own devices. He glanced out the window again, double taking when he saw Miki, in his gym uniform, leaning against a tree. Miki must have seen him too, since he waved at him, smiling softly. He shrugged it off, it wasn't possible, his class was on the third floor in direct sunlight. “Mr. Ido, please complete problem two,” he jumped when he heard his teacher's voice before nodding, “H-hai.”