Chapter 19

"Tor?" Said Mara, frowning, "Are you straight?"

Tor laughed, "Yes, I am. Well. There's Ferg, but no. I am straight. I think." He grinned at her, letting go of his brother, and walking over to her. "Mara, I think your cute as hell," He kissed her forehead, "Does it matter if I also fancy my brother." he frowned, "Ok, I guess it does."

Mara giggled, slipping her arms around his waist, "I think you're really cute too." She beamed up at him, "So I guess it's ok." she laughed.

The bell went for breakfast, making everyone jump. Hurriedly pulling on clothes they ran downstairs, landing in their seats just in time.

Sir stood up from his shreddies (HE was keeping hunger locked up 'till lunch) and clapped his hands for silence. "I want to see Seiji in my office straight after breakfast."

Seiji grinned, "Whoops, guess I'm in trouble."

He was waiting outside Sir's door when Sir arrived from breakfast. "Come in Seiji," he said, as he walked through the door.

Seiji walked once again into Sir's office, and sat on the seat opposite Sir's desk. The Head sat on the desk.

"What the hell were you playing at Seiji?" He said, smiling.

Seiji shrugged, "I wanted to go, so I did."

The Head shook his head, "Just because you are screwing one of the teachers, does not mean you can abuse the rules."

Seiji grinned at him, "I would have done it anyway."

Sir raised an eyebrow, "Really? Interesting. I really ought to punish you," he stood up, "But I rather like you," he reached out a hand, and gently stroked Seiji's cheek

Seiji put a gentle hand on Sir's wrist, forcing him to keep his hand touching Seiji's cheek, "You can't freak me out Sir, it doesn't work."

The Head laughed, and pulled his hand away, "That has become apparant. I had thought as much, Artur does tend to make people scare-proof." he laughed, "What can I do to punish you?"

Seiji grinned, "Not a lot. It's remarkably hard to punish me."

"Oh, I don't know. I could stop you seeing Artur," Sir grinned evilly.

"How?"

"Oh, I could stop him being your head of year, could change the building where he slept, could make sure I was always around him, so he couldn't be with you." He smirked, "I could always sack him."

"NO! Art loves his job,"

Sir laughed, "I wouldn't sack Art, he's a very good teacher," he laughed, "Believe it or not."

"So you can't punish me." Seiji grinned,

"I could make you do runs,"

"I wouldn'd do them."

"I could give you detention,"

"I wouldn't turn up,"

"I could screw you sensless, right here on the desk."

Seiji laughed, "And that would be punishment how?"

Sir grinned, "Fuck," he swore, "I really can't scare you, can I?"

Seiji shook his head, "Nope."

"Then I have only one punishment I can use on you." He smiled to himself, "A little game."

"A game?"

"Yes. I will take you to a place, somewhere, you won't know where. Your aim is to try and get back here. My aim: To try and kill you."

Seiji shrugged, "You won't be able to."

"I have no doubt you will survive, but it might be fun." Sir grinned, "Interesting."

"What?"

"The last person I had to use this on, was your beloved Art."

"When?" Seiji ignored the comment about Art,

"This afternoon."

That afternoon, with a lovely good luck kiss from Art, seiji set off. Blindfolded he was taken to a part of the moor, and given a compass. Thankfully, The Head hadn't considered that Seiji would be carrying his knives, and let him carry Katana too.

Seiji won. How could he not.

On film, it is easy to show the passing of time, moving the hands of a clock forwards, the changing of the seasons, the sun setting, and rising. When writing it is bloody hard. Pretend it's now sunday......kk?

The whole school sat in the prep room for letter writing. Most of them studiously writing letters. Miss Ellins noticed Seiji sitting, staring at his desk, and walked over to him. "Seiji," she said, frowning, "You haven't written a single letter this term. It's school policy."

Seiji shrugged, "I have no-one to write to."

"Write to your parents."

"I don't have parents," I killed them he thought, but didn't add.

"Well, you must have a gardian, write to them."

"He's sitting over there." Seiji pointed at Art.

Miss Ellins frowned, "Well perhaps he can help." She beckoned Art over.

"What?"

"Seiji doesn't have anyone to write to."

Art grinned, "Write to Amber."

Seiji grinned, "Amber skips so much school, I doubt she can read."

Art grinned, "Draw her a picture."

"Of?"

"Yourself, she'd like that."

Seiji shrugged, and started to draw.

Miss Ellins walked back to the desk, and looked at the letters on it. "I have letters for some students," she annoced to the room in general. "I'll come round and give them to you." She wandered around the room, giving out letters. The last one she had to give out, she went and stood infront of the twins, "Which one of you is Fergie?" she asked,

"I am," said Tor.

"A letter for you." she gave it to him.

Tor laughed, "I'm Tor really," he said, handing the letter to his brother.

Miss Ellins shook her head, and walked back to her desk.

Fergie looked at the letter, confused, no-one ever wrote to him. He opened it, it was from his step-dad, David. His eyes scanned the letter, his face turning slowly paler and paler. He put his hand up, "I don't feel so good," he said to Miss Ellins, "Can I go and lie down."

Miss Ellins nodded, "Do you need someone to take you."

"No," said Fergie firmly, as Tor had started to stand up, "I'll be fine." he said, walking out, and dropping the letter infront of Tor.

After letter writing, everyone trudged back to the boarding house. As they got nearer, they could hear the sweet sounds of a violin being played, floating across the school grounds.

"Is that Toni?" Ash asked

"No, I'm here," said Toni, "Besides, that's not my playing style."

"It's Fergie," Tor broke into a run, "He only plays when he's sad."

They all arrived at the dorm, roughly at the same time. Fergie sat in the open window, one leg on the window ledge, the other dangling dangerously out of the window. He was holding his fiddle folk style, instead of under the chin, resting in the crook of his elbow, as the bow danced across the strings, a ciggarrette hanging out of his mouth.

"Shit," Art swore, "That's dangerously hot."

Fergie half looked up, "Oh, sorry," he said, "Didn't see you lot there. And yes, I know, I shouldn't be sitting out the window, I also probably shouldn't be smoking inside, but hell, I'm smoking outside technically."

Tor walked over to his brother, taking the smoke out of his mouth, and stubbing it out on the window ledge, he took the fiddle out of his brother's arms, and, putting one arm around Fergie, pulled him gently into the room. "He's a bastard," he muttered, hugging Fergie.

"Now now Torin, you mustn't say that."

"Why are you so nice to him?"

Fergie shrugged, "I don't know."

"You play the violin?" Asked Toni

Fergie laughed, "No, I play the fiddle, there's alot of difference."

"Is there?"

"The way you play it, the music you play, the attitude."

Tor slipped his arms around Fergie's waist, "Are you alright little brother?" He kissed him gently, "Beautiful Little Brother."

Fergie grinned, "Yeah, I'm fine. I was a little shook up, but I'm good now."

Art finally found his vocal chords again, "You really weren't feeling good then?"

"Course."

"Oh, I thought you were skivving."

Fergie laughed, "And yet you didn't do anything about it."

Art shrugged, "I used to skip school all the time." he frowned, "Why am I a teacher?"

Seiji hugged him, "Cause you're good at teaching people."

"Am I?" Art turned around to face him

"Yeah," Seiji laughed, "Think of all the things you taught me."

Art sniggered, "and didn't you learn well." he said grinning.

Seiji kissed him gently, slipping his hands under Art's shirt.

Art grinned, "Seiji, later." he said.

"Awww, why?" Seiji gazed up at him with his big green eyes,

Art looked pointedly at Eagle, who was sitting on his bunk, straing into middle distance. Matt had ignored him all day.

"You know what?" Seiji glared at Art, "Fuck you." he pushed him away.

"Sei," Art called out, but Seiji had already wondered out of the room.

Fergie grinned, and grabbed his ciggarettes, and started to walk after him, then, pausing, he turned back adn grabbed his fiddle off of Tor. "I'll go cheer him up," he said to Art, "Don't you worry."

"God," Alex grinned, "We are all a mess aren't we?"

Tor hugged Mara, "Are we messed up?"

"I don't know, but I find you calling your brother beautiful a little disturbing."

Tor laughed, "And self centred,"

"What?"

"Well, if he's hot, that means I am too, right?"

Art held out his hand to Eagle, "Can we talk?"

Eagle nodded, "I think I need someone to talk to."

"I think I do too."

Eagle grinned, and they walked out of the room.

Raven tugged at Alex's sleeve, "Are we a mess?"

Alex grinned, and, lifting Raven's face towards him, kissed her gently, "I think we're just great."

Eagle stuck his head around the door, "Hands off my sister Madoc."