rakuen | Biology homework [Open]

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Biology homework [Open]

Characters: Suzaku and people
Format: I'm writing prose but you can write whatever you feel like
This log is: open
Location: Black floor 1 common room
Summary: Suzaku ~~fails at~~ attempts biology homework
Warnings: None

Suzaku sat in the corner of the downstairs common room in the Black dorm building. Spread out in front of him was a couple of textbooks and a lot of paper. He frowned, he had never found biology easy but this! He hadn't even seen half of these plants before in his life and was starting to suspect they didn't even exist in his world.

Other worlds, the idea was terrifying when Suzaku stopped long enough to think about it, other worlds with other animals and other plants from what he knew. He blinked at the question again, he had no idea; he sighed heavily and read through the textbook again.

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Kotarou squinted at him sidelong. It really didn't sound like he believed that. Just one more of the empty things adults said to reassure themselves, more like.

"Not if rules get in the way," he pointed out, as he clambered onto the seat next to Suzaku. Once he was suitably perched, he fished the second half of his apple out of his pocket, brushed the fluff off it, and resumed eating. "What's a seal-turtle, anyway?"

Suzaku frowned but didn't argue, it was obvious that Kotarou's opinion of rules and Suzaku's differed greatly. Suzaku watched as the boy came to sit next to him and shrugged. "I have no idea, they don't have seal-turtles in my world. I guess it is a mix between the two animals," how that even worked Suzaku didn't know. He flipped over the page, "You don't happen to know any of these plants do you?"

He looked at them for a full few seconds before announcing, "No idea!" in a tone that implied that this was entirely the book's fault, rather than any real failing on his part. The fact that he'd looked at them for even that long was a testament to his growing loyalty. "They aren't in the forest, either."

Suzaku nodded, he hadn't really been expecting anything different. He spent time in the forest as well and had never seen any plants like this. "I have no idea where this book is talking about. But I don't think it's this world, or the one I come from."

"... So it's pointless," Kotarou said, after staring between them a little longer. "You should teach me how to use a sword instead."

Suzaku felt inclined to agree with Kotarou, what was the point of learning the plant life of a world that he would never go to. Unless those that had kidnapped were planning to move them to somewhere else.

He looked back at Kotarou at the question; a distraction was good. Suzaku couldn't really concentrate on the homework and he doubted that Kotarou knew the sword or any weapon at all. He would end up being a player at some point and the more he knew how to defend himself the less he was going to get hurt.

"Alright," he stood up and gathered up the books, "Let me put these back in the room first."

"Really?" For a second, Kotarou was all bright enthusiasm. After that second, he realised that acting like that made you look childish and vulnerable, and his eyes hooded, he sniffed and added, "About time!"

There, that was better. It didn't stop him scrambling off the chair and hovering around Suzaku like an anxious cat as he gathered up his work. He even picked up a few sheets of paper.

Suzaku gave a small smile, he was used to Kotarou's moods and new that the brief moment of enthusiasm meant that Kotarou was happy, he just didn't want to show it. From fear of what, Suzaku wasn't sure but he didn't mention it, just smiled at the boy as they went into room 1A and Suzaku put the books away. "Thank you," he took the papers off Kotarou and led him out the building.

It was raining but it wouldn't matter, Kotarou lived outside anyways. "Why the sword? There's lots of weapons here, you could learn any of them." A smaller one for instance, a average size sword would be taller that Kotarou.

"Dunno. Nanashi would have a sword," was his simple explanation, plus shrug. "If he gets here and I can't use his weapon, what kind of employer would I be?" He squinted up at the sky and the offending rain, and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his blazer against the slight chill.

Suzaku looked sideways at Kotarou. He was an employer? Suzaku couldn't imagine Kotarou having people work for him. But he knew nothing about the boys life before he had been kidnapped and brought here.

"Who's Nanashi?" He asked as they got into the clearing and he started searching for a Kotarou sized stick. They would have to practice with proper practice swords eventually but for the moment the boy could get used to the movement with something he wasn't going to trip over.

"My friend," the reply was curt. He didn't want to talk about home too much; it made him miss it. Even though his life here was a hundred times better, it wasn't enough without Tobimaru or Nanashi. At all. "He's really strong. Like Kallen, and he has red hair." He tugged his own fringe to denote 'hair', for some reason, then brushed off some of the water whilst he was there.

Suzaku nodded but didn't push any more, suspecting that Kotarou didn't want to talk much about it. It still didn't explain why Kotarou was employing people to be his friend though. Suzaku passed Kotarou the stick.

"So did this Nanashi teach you anything of the sword himself?"

He took the stick gingerly, adjusted his grip until it looked vaguely like he was pretending it was a sword, and swished it around a bit. Swish swish swish.

"Nothing at all," he sounded put out about that, "He was going to, but then I got brought here."

Suzaku nodded, "That's alright we can begin at the beginning," he slipped easily into a ready stance, one foot in front of another, his knees bent and balance centre. "Most important lessons, is don't get hit so you need to make sure you move out the way." He demonstrated moving backwards and forwards and to the side.

Hmm. Kotarou squinted at Suzaku, then at Suzaku's feet, then at Suzaku's knees. Then made a reasonable attempt to mimic the stance, which looked slightly comical on a short eight-year-old child.

"I know how to run away," he said, in case that wasn't clear. "How do I attack?"

"Not run away," Suzaku explained patiently, "Get out the way, don't get hit so that you can attack when the time is right."

He held the sword above his head and then stepped forward bringing the sword down in front of him. "That's a basic attack, try it, try and attack me," of course the attack was meant to be aimed at an oponents head and Kotarou would be aiming more for the waist but it would still work.

Kotarou blinked, then tensed up enough that if he'd been a cat, his fur would be on end. Hit Suzaku? But the guy was a trained fighter. He'd just block it... then again, he'd have to attack people like Suzaku anyway, if he became a Player.

"Haa!" He swung the stick as hard as he could at the older boy.

Suzaku stepped easily out of the way and smiled at Kotarou, "Well done, that was good. Now if someone tries and attacks you you can block by bringing your sword to get in the way of theres."

"Attack again," this time Suzaku would block to show Kotarou how that was done.

See, he just moved out of the way. Kotarou looked decidedly unimpressed with the whole exercise, since he was of the mind that Suzaku should at least stay still and get hit if he was going to teach him properly.

But, whatever. Hitting again. He lifted the stick, and swung, a little less violently than the first time.

This time Suzaku brought his own stick upwards, still stepping out of the way but hitting Kotarou's stick upwards, more gentelly than he usually would.

Kotarou flinched as the two sticks collided, staggering back to get out of the way of the expected grab or kick. When none came, and he remembered who he was facing, he tried to cover the backpedal by attacking again, unprompted.

"Hah!"

Suzaku nodded, "Well done," he stepped to the side again and blocked the sword from the side.

"Now your turn, I'll go slow," he went into the stance he had shown Kotarou and stepped forward slowly bringing his sword downwards, he was ready to pull back if the kid froze and it was aimed more for his shoulder than anywhere just in case.

"Hey, wait--" Kotarou brought the stick up in a shoddy horizontal block, feet slipping as he reflexively began to move back from Suzaku. Which then caused him to drop the block, and receive a light tap to his shoulder. Hmph. "You didn't give me enough time," he snapped, flustered by the failure.

"Sorry," Suzaku waited for him to recover from the failed block, "That was slow though, when you battle for real people will be quicker. But don't worry, try again."

"Ready," he moved forwards again with the same strike, a little slower this time.

Kotarou grumbled, but the next attack was drastically slowed enough that he could block it with relative ease. Relative for Kotarou meaning he didn't fall over or stumble too much.

"I need a better stick."

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