Chapter 3

The bell rang at 4:00 for the end of school, and Art was off and out of the classroom before any of his students. Which made Seiji very grumpy again. Some of the kids went to little tea in the dining room, however most of them went back to the dorms to finish unpacking.

Seiji was first in the boarding house, little tea not being the desired option for someone who doesn't eat. His scowl deepend even furthur as he saw Eagle running up the spiral staircase to the teacher's floor. He wandered into his dorm, calmly took off his blazer, shirt and tie. And then jumped on them, screaming.

Fergie, Tor, Alex and Matt were joined by Ash as they went back to their dorm,

"My dorm is scary" he complained, "They're all so, so,"

"Straight?" Suggested Fergie,

"Yeah, that's it, straight. It's kinda weird, and I don't think they like me."

They wandered into their dorm to find Seiji lying on his bed muttering, "Fucking cunt, fucking bloody whore, fucking hate him,"

Matt's eyebrows were raised, "And I thought you were going to be in a good mood today."

Seiji glared at him, "I would be if it wasn't for that fucking cunt boyfriend of yours."

"Eagle is NOT my boyfriend," Matt snapped, and went to sit on his bed, sulking.

"Jees," Alex whistled, "We really are in a good mood today,"

Tor laughed and went to finish unpacking his trunk.

Fergie wandered over to Seiji's bed, he placed both hands on Seiji's shoulders, "You look stressed." He grinned and started to slide his hands down Seiji's chest, "Tell Uncle Fergie about it,"

"Uncle?" Seiji grinned,

"Shhh," Fergie kissed his forhead, "Don't tell anyone," he said, his face deadly serious, but with a twinkle in his eyes. His hands carried on sliding down Seiji's chest, but when they reached his belt buckle, Seiji, in one swift move, flipped him over, so now Fergie was lying on his back.

"I'm stronger than I look," he grinned.

Mr Rothborne opened the door slightly, and both boys froze, holding their breath.

"Just to tell you all," Mr Rothborne said, "No prep tonight on account of it being the first day of term" he shut the door again.

All 6 boys collapsed with laughter,

"Do you," laughed Fergie, "Do you, think he noticed us,"

"I should hope not," Seiji laughed, yes, that's right, Seiji laughed, "He'd be seriously disturbed if he did." He kissed Fergie and started to undo his tie,

"Oi!" squealed Fergie, "Not so eager mister,"

Seiji grinned, "I'll do what I like thank you,"

Fergie mock giggled, "Oooh so manly." and then cracked up.

Alex looked at them and turned to Ash, "You know, for someone really grumpy, he sure laughs alot,"

Ash nodded, "I'm a bit scared here, I think it's possibly more scary than my dorm."

Matt laughed, "Yeah, I don't see how anything can be more scary than this."

Tor looked up "Scary? Oh, they're just pissing around, no feelings involved and all that."

Seiji looked up, "How do you know?"

Tor shrugged, "Well, I don't know, but I'm guessing the love of your life is that random art teacher, and I can tell when Ferg's just pissing around,"

Fergie looked up, "How?"

Tor shook his head, "You know little brother, you really are stupid, take your pulse."

Fergie's hand reached up to his neck, "Yeah, what about it?"

"Well if you truly were deeply in love with him, you're pulse would be racing."

Alex stared at him, "How can you tell his pulse from across the room?"

Tor grinned, "Now there's a natural phenomenon if ever I saw one, yes, we're twins and our heartrates match, exactly."

Seiji looked at him, "Doesn't that mean you'll have to die at exactly the same time?"

Fergie thought about it, "I guess so,"

Seiji grinned, "Cool, so I could commit one murder, and kill two people!"

Fergie kissed him gently, "But could you really murder me?"

"Yes."

Mara went over to the creative arts block. She walked up the stairs and went to the door marked "Dance Studio", she knocked nervously, and then stared at the floor.

"Come in." Instructed a voice with a heavy french accent,

Mara walked in and performed a classic ballet curtsey, "Madamoiselle Dupont?"

"Yes?"

"My name is Mara Gabriel, I've just joined the lower sixth, and well, I wondered..." she trailed off

"Yes?"

Mara looked up at the woman infront of her, her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, her blue grey eyes looked quizically at Mara, her head tilted slightly to one side, back perfectly straight, she was a dance teacher after all.

"I, it's just," Mara began, "I'm excused from Riding and P.E. on account of it using the wrong muscles, and I wondered if I could use the time to do extra pointe practise, and if," she paused for breath, "and if I could use the Dance Studio."

Melle Dupont smiled, "Go and get your pointe shoes girl, I will watch you dance, and then I will answer."

Charlie lay on the bottom bunk, staring up at the bunk above him, where Ally lay. He listened to the soft rise and fall of Ally's voice, and slid a hand underneath the cover and down his shorts, he didn't think anyone would notice.

He was wrong, Satu did.

Satu sat quietly on his own bed, and opened up his laptop. Sniggering quietly to himself at Charlie, he opened up his email account. 67 e-mails, and they were all work no doubt, he ignored them and went to write a new e-mail:

Dearest Little Brother Mokie
I am having a great time at my new school, all the people are very nice, but very strange. Are you having a good time at your school? I am sorry I had to leave you behind, but this is a school for big people, and I don't think you'd like it here. Have fun at your school, and I'll write tomorrow.
Love
Satu

He hit send. A few minutes later a message box flashed at him "You have recieved a new e-mail from Mokie Kaida," He grinned and went to open it.

I Love You big brother Satu,
Love
Mokie

He laughed, well, that was enough familyness for today. He closed his email account and went to his favourites. He scanned through the many R rated websites, until he saw one that took his fancy.

Mara returned to her dorm, a huge grin on her face, "She says I can dance on a Thursday, Friday and Saturday."

"Well done," Nienna smiled, "I'm glad, I'd hate to think you just had to sit here. I can't beleive you've never ridden."

"It uses all the wrong muscles, and you end up with the wrong shaped legs for ballet."

Raven hardly looked up, "How long have you been doing ballet for?"

Mara thought about it, "14 years now."

J laughed "Yeah right, that would make you two when you started,"

"I was."

The bell rang for supper, stopping a fight breaking out.

Supper was, as it always is at boarding school, disgusting, and the pudding was, as always, something random and indistinguishable with lumps in.

Mr Rothborne walked around the L6 table, taking careful note of who was eating and who wasn't, he knew he had a few verging on anorexic. Mara didn't eat, but Melle Dupont had explained that she didn't have to, and anorexia was a perfectly normal state for a dancer, Seiji didn't eat, that didn't bother Mr Rothborne, the boy could starve to death for all he cared, and that was it, he half expected Ash not to eat, the boy was so skinny, but he did.

After supper everyone traipsed back to their dorms. Matt was lying on his bed, when Eagle walked in, his trunk on his shoulder, he grinned at Matt, "Hey gorgeous,"

Matt, for once, ignored this comment, "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I have to come and sleep here, seeing as there isn't enough room in my dorm,"

The penny finally dropped, "You're the U6 that Mr Rothborne said we'd have in our dorm,"

Seiji looked up, with a look that could kill, "You."

Eagle turned and grinned, "Yep, me, and you are?"

"Why the fuck should I tell you,"

Fergie shook his head, "And he was in such a good mood earlier, that's Seiji,"

Eagle froze, "Not, Seiji, as in, Seiji Furu-Yama?"

"So what if I am," said Seiji sulkily,

"Oh shit," Eagle shook his head, "What the hell have I got myself into?" he said to himself, and then turned to Seiji, "You know he talks about you."

"What? Art?"

"Yes," Eagle scowled, "Won't bloody shut up about you."

Seiji grinned to himself, "Stupid whore,"

Eagle shook his head and started to unpack. He looked at Matt, "I take it I'm on the bottom bunk then?"

Matt nodded,

"Unless of course, you want to share it with me."

"ARGH" Matt threw his pillow at him, "Will you please shut up! I. Am. Not. Gay!"

"Yeah right," Eagle grabbed his own pillow, and started to beat Matt about the head with it.

The next few moments, words cannot describe, you will only be able to relate to this if you have ever been in a room with a load of guys having a pillow fight, it's not pretty.

At 10 o'clock precisely Art walked in. He glanced around the room, Alex was lying on his bed reading, Matt and Eagle were sat on Eagle's bed chatting. Tor had unpacked his guitar and was picking out the tune to House of the Rising Sun, and Fergie and Seiji were in hysterics, and tangled up in Fergie's bed. Art raised his eyebrows. "Light's out guys," he looked pointedly at Seiji, "and that means everyone in their own beds."

Seiji shrugged and got up.

Art turned back to the rest of the room, and looked at the clock on the wall, "You have approximately 30 seconds until I turn the light out, if you turn it back on again afterwards, then you get detention."

There was a scurry of activity, as shirts and trousers were pulled off and boys scrambled back into their own beds.

"Nighty night boys," Art grinned, "And Seiji, a word with you please, outside."

Seiji stood up and followed Art out of the room. There was a click as the door shut, and then a small "Ow!" from Art, "What was that for?" he hissed,

"You know full well," growled Seiji, "Besides, I only bit you gently, barely even drew blood,"

Art opened the door slightly, and then flicked the light off. He shut the door again.

"Right that's it, you're coming with me."

The other boys heard a small squeal and a "Put me down Art!" from Seiji and then the clang of Art's boots walking up the stairs to his room, slightly heavier than normal, as if for instance he was carrying a Seiji.

There was silence in the dorm, and then the heavy breathing of lots of people asleep. Tor lay staring at the ceiling, he'd better stay awake, just incase. Right on cue, he heard Fergie's snuffling crying from the bunk below. Silently Tor climed down, and sat on the edge of his brother's bed.

"What's the matter?" he asked

Fergie shrugged, "We're a long way from Ireland,"

Tor smiled, "But are you a long way from me?" he lay down beside his brother and put his arms around his waist.

Fergie kissed him gently, "You sure know brilliant ways to make a guy forget his homesickness,"

Tor grinned, "Only you Ferg, only you."

Fergie smiled, and slipped down to the bottom of the bed, he kissed Tor's belly button, and then a bit lower, and a bit lower still. He looked up and grinned at his brother.

And then, metaphorically, the lights went out.