Chapter 6

Art woke up a few minutes before he was due to come and wake the boys up, him not being meant to be in their dorm. He crept out of bed, trying not to wake Seiji, and failing.

"What?" muttered Seiji sleepily,

"I'm going now, okay? It's morning," Art kissed him gently, "See ya in a sec,"

Seiji got out of bed, "I ought to go do Kendo practise, I haven't done any in ages,"

As Art left the room, seiji pulled on a pair of trousers and grabbed his katana, not bothering with armour. He slipped out of the room, and outside into the morning sun.

A few minutes later, Art returned to the room, fully dressed this time, "Wakey wakey," he grinned,

Ash looked up, "What? How come you're over there, when you were over there."

Art laughed, "You should learn child, I was never in here. So I don't know about what happened last night, but you've kindly explained to me, just now, and so I'll go and give them all detention," he giggled, "Or worse," He dissapeared again.

Fergie wrapped his arms around Tor, and kissed him gently, "Wake up call," he muttered.

Tor jumped, and only Fergie's strong arms grabbing him stopped him falling headfirst out of bed.

"I hate you," Tor muttered,

"For saving your life?"

"For being so damned cute,"

Fergie shrugged, "Fair enough, but that means that you're cute too, which you are,"

Tor smiled, "I guess we're really cute people,"

"We're a cute couple,"

"No," Tor swung his legs out of bed, "That's going too far." He started to get his clothes out, and yet again, automatically got out clothes for Fergie aswell, "Do you know what Fergal?"

"What!"

"I'm a mug,"

"Yes, yes you are." Said Fergie

"Hey, wait a second," Alex looked around the dorm, "Where's Seiji?"

"Look outside," said Matt, who had been staring out the window ever since he got up.

They all crowded around the window, watching Seiji, outside in the garden, doing his kata, watching, open mouthed, eyes wide.

Seiji glanced up at the window, gave them the middle finger, and walked to where they couldn't see him.

In the other dorm, Art had just barged in. "Right boys, up, on your feet, you have 5 seconds to be standing infront of me."

The boys scrambled to their feet, pulling on trousers as they did.

Art glared at them all, "You know what? I hate you. I hate all of you."

"Uh, what did we do?"

Art looked around the dorm, "I see one face missing, and that's what you did wrong,"

They actually had the decency to ashamed

"So you get detention, from me." He grinned, "It could be a lot worse, and if you try and skip it, then it will be, and you will look like complete pratts, right? After chapel, in the art room. You're gonna clean my classroom." He smirked, "Literally of course, no punes," He turned to leave,

"Stupid gay freak," Ally muttered,

Art turned, and raised his eyebrows. He walked over to Ally, and put a hand under his chin, "You know, most people who are homophobic, or hate 'stupid gay freaks' are partly gay," he started to slide his hand down Ally's chest, tracing a line between his neck and his belly button. His hand reached the top of the boy's shorts, he looked him in the eye, "I wonder which part of you is gay?" he grinned, and turned to leave for a second time.

"I'm going to tell the head,"

"What, Sir?" Art laughed, "He's gayer and more twisted than the rest of us put together."

It was at breakfast, that Sir made an unexpected appearence. There was no need to ask for silence, a hush decended across the dining room. "At break time today," Sir started, "I will see Mr Tevelen and..." he consulted a peice of paper in his hand, "Seiji Furu-Yama, in my office." He left.

Art got up, and practically ran to seiji's side, "We're in trouble, that's the only reason,"

Seiji looked up at him, "It's your fault,"

"It's probably about last night,"

"How will he know,"

"He knows everything. Don't worry, I'll take the blame. Anyhow, it's after PSHE, which I take anyway,"

"You take sex ed?"

Art grinned, "Yep, and I've got one helluva term topic to do."

"Really, what?"

Alex sat quietly at breakfast, every now and again, subtly glancing at Raven sat beside him, but mostly keeping a fearful eye on Eagle, who he reckoned would tear him apart if he layed a finger on Raven. He sighed, didn't life suck.

As breakfast ended, Art walked over to the first year table, "Come on children," he said, "Our first lesson starts here."

Ally stared blankly at him, "But, It says PSHE on the timetable,"

Art nodded, "And that has to be taken by your deputy head of year, which just so happens," he grinned, "to be me."

Mikey rolled his eyes at Ally, "Oh crap,"

Art beamed at the kids, and then his gaze noticed eagle, "Oy, Eagle, bugger off will you, I'm teaching,"

Eagle laughed, and, stopping breifly, to try and kiss Matt, who beat him off, he swanned out of the room.

Art turned to the class, "Right, 15 of you is there? Ok." He thought about it for a second, "I'm gonna put you in pairs. Ok? Right, Mara with Raven, Alex with Satu, Ash with Nienna, J with Ash, Toni with Charlie, Ally with Fergie, and Tor with Mikey, Seiji, you have the joy of being with me." he smirked, "We're going the long way round to the PSHE room, and the whole way, we're going to walk in a nice long crocodile, holding hands with our partners."

"What!"

"Come on," Art took Seiji by the hand, "We're going for a walk."

Hand in hand they walked all around the school, up and down corridors, around the garden, eventually ending up in the PSHE room, in which was a circle of 16 chairs.

"Oh look," Art grinned fake cheefully, "There's one chair each. Sit down." They all sat down on the chairs, and Art surveyed the kids infront of him. "I had just remarked to Seiji, that I had a fantastic term topic for you lot." He grinned to himself, "and I can't think of anyone better to teach it." He pointed to the board on one wall of the room, on which were written in huge letters

It's Allright To Be Different

"That's right kiddies, It's ok to be different." Art grinned, "We've got a whole term to study being different." He hit a button on the remote control and a picture of a random cartoon onion appeared on the board

"This is Norman, Norman is Not a Normal Onion. Norman is in love with Celina Celery," Art sniggered.

Seiji put his head in his hands, "Not celery,"

Art hit the button, and a picture of the onion, with a peice of celery, and a heart inbetween them appeared. "Awww, look at them, aren't they happy." He hit the button again, and there appeared a picture of loads of other onions, stoning Norman, "The other onion's throw rocks at Norman, because he is meant to fall in love with a nice girly onion. Not a celery." Art hit the button again, and there appeared a picture of two perfect blonde people, a man and a woman, with a little blonde boy, and a little blonde girl. "Isn't this the perfect family,"

"No," Said Tor,

"Why not?" Art asked,

Fergie laughed, "Because they're not Irish."

Art laughed, "A good reason, anyone else got any reasons why they aren't perfect, or if you think they are perfect, why they are."

"They're blonde," Added Toni, "Therefore not Italian, so not perfect."

"It's a guy and girl," Added Fergie, "I don't like mixed couples,"

Art grinned at him, "That was the first reason I thought of too."

"But that's because you're a stupid gay freak," Ally added,

"Which makes me different, right?"

"Yeah," Mikey nodded.

Art looked at the cirlce around him, "You know what, out of the boys, if you are either bi, or gay, and that includes just occasionally screwing your twin brother," he added to Tor,

Tor, Fergie, Seiji, Ash and Art all put their hands up. Art did a quick count, "So, out of the 10 boys in the circle, 6 are either bi or gay,"

"Uh," Matt looked at him, "Only 5 people put their hands up."

Art grinned, "I was counting you too, since you are gay, but just won't admitt it." He turned to Ally and Mikey, "Which means we are the majority, so you, are the different ones."

"But Matt doesn't count,"

"Fine, then we're equal, so neither of us are different," He turned to eveyone, "Don't you understand, eveyone is different. Even Fergie and Tor are different,"

"No we're not!" The twins protested, "No-one can tell us apart,"

"I can,"

"Oh yeah? Apart from the laces in the shoes?"

Art laughed, "Take your shoes off, hide the necklaces, muddle yourselves up, and I'll still be able to tell you apart."

"Yeah right," The twins did as Art had instructed, and then stood infont of him.

Art looked at the two twins, who were, absolutly identical, wearing identical expressions. "Hands" he said, and held out his hands to them. Each twin put one hand in his. Gently Art stroked his thumb across the back of their hands. Then he stood up and put his hands on one of the twins' shoulders, he leant forward, "Hello Fergie," he whispered in his hear.

"No shit," Fergie's eyes widened. "You're right!!!!!!"

"I know,"

Tor turned on him, "How did you know?"

Art grinned, "Ask your brother,"

Fergie blushed, "Perv" he muttered,

"Don't you just know it," Art laughed, "Sit down again, I proved my point." He turned to the rest of the class, "Even our identical twins, are very," he smirked, "very different." He glanced at the clock, "Now, it's nearly the end of the lesson, and I have to take Seiji to see Sir. So, until next lesson, I want you to think about all the ways you are different. Class dismissed," He grinned, "Go on, bugger off."

Ally, Mikey, Charlie, J and Toni practically ran out of the room, not likeing being a minority. Everyone else wandered out. Except Tor who walked up to Art, "He won't tell me! You have to, how do you tell us apart."

Art smirked, "You wont like it,"

"Tell me anyway,"

Art shrugged, "You're straight, right? And Fergie isn't."

"Yeess?"

Art sniggered, "Your brother gets a hard on if I even look at him,"

Tor shook his head, "He's a loser,"

Art nodded, "Indeed, now go."

Tor walked out, leaving Art alone with Seiji.

Seiji moved so he was sitting on Art's lap. Art wrapped his arms around him, "Scared?"

Seiji nodded,

"Aww, baby seij," Art kissed the side of his head, "I'll look after you, don't worry." They walked up the stairs to Sir's room hand in hand. Art tentativly knocked on the door, which swung open.

"Come in."