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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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."

Suzaku gave a small amused smile, he himself had been a bad tempered child but he wouldn't have dared say anything like that to Toudoh, his stern teacher would have probably took him on a four day hike to search for a better stick, or something. Suzaku shook his head, he didn't like to think about Toudoh; someone else he had betrayed even if he had told Suzaku to follow the path he had chosen and to give it his best.

Suzaku forced another smile, "The stick has nothing to do with it Kotarou, it is just a tool, your body is the real weapon." He dropped his own stick on the floor.

"Here I'll show you, attack me with your stick again. If your words are true then even a bad stick is better than no stick right?"

His body? Kotarou looked at Suzaku with an expression of unbelievable doubt. And then looked down at his tiny eight-year-old self. And then back to Suzaku.

"I need a better body, too," he ventured, just in case that would excuse his not being immediately perfect at swordfighting. That said, he gripped his inadequate stick again and attacked Suzaku's knees.

Suzaku stepped out the way and slapped Kotarou's hand downwards using just his palm, attempting to make the stick point the wrong direction. He did it gently; he didn't want to injure the boy.

"That's what training is for, to make your body stronger so it is a good weapon. No one can just pick up a sword and be good at it without years of practice."

The movement made Kotarou jump, though his immediate reaction was apparently to freeze and stare at the offending hand as though he could make it burst into flame just like that. He stepped back.

"I haven't got years," he went back into the stance, scowling, "I've got to be a good weapon now."

Suzaku nodded sensing that Kotarou was getting impatient, "I know, because you need to be able to fight when you are a player, but everyone has to start somewhere. Don't get disheartened."

He picked up his stick again, "Now try and block again." He did the same movement, a downward strike slowly aimed at Kotarou's shoulder.

This time, Kotarou managed to block reasonably well. Whether that was a fluke was another matter entirely, but it seemed to encourage him. He nodded back, face scrunched up in determination, and did an awkward sideways hop away from Suzaku, so he could bring his stick down towards the older boy's side.

It was something he'd seen Nanashi do enough times.

Suzaku nodded approvingly, he seemed to have got the hang of it somewhat and Suzaku lightly blocked the stick that came towards his side. "See that was much better!"

Although the praise was met with vague suspicion, it was also rewarded with a small smile from the kid. "Of course!" He went back to the starting stance, shoulders straighter, "Didn't I say I was a fast learner?"

Suzaku nodded, "You are," the boy seemed unused to praise. "Do you want to try again?" Suzaku was ready for if the boy tried to attack again.

[AND THEN TRAINING HAPPENED. IT LASTED ABOUT AN HOUR. KOTAROU GOT SLIGHTLY MORE USED TO HITTING THINGS WITH STICKS. SUZAKU SOMEHOW AVOIDED KILLING HIM. IT WAS INSPIRING AND HEARTWARMING AND NOW THEY'RE HEADING BACK TO THE DORM TO CHANGE FOR DINNER.]

Kotarou was walking slightly ahead of Suzaku, stick still clutched in one hand as he swung it around in an imaginary battle. "Do you think I'll have to fight soon?"

Suzaku smiled softly at Kotarou who was battling imaginary foes through the coridoors. Suzaku shrugged at the question, "You might, this place seems to pick who has to fight randomly." He studied the small boy for a moment, "Do you want to fight?"

"I guess it could be 'cool'," he stabbed at a plant pot, luckily missing it by miles, and returned to Suzaku's side to slash at the air a few more times. "I could fight. I bet I could beat that Lelouch man."

Suzaku nodded, he didn't like the fact that such a small boy had to fight at the whims of their kidnappers. He raised an eyebrow at Kotarou's words. Even though Lelouch wasn't the strongest fighter Suzaku doubted that Kotarou would be able to suceed in a fight.

"Lelouch's weapon is his mind," he told the kid, "He is always a few steps ahead of his opononent and so it is difficult to fight against him."

Kotarou looked distinctly sulky at this betrayal. "Doesn't matter if he can't fight."

Suzaku nodded with a small smile, he hadn't thought that Kotarou would understand. "But if you can work out what your oponent is going to do before they do it, then you wont be where they expect and you are more likely to win a fight." Tactics were not something Suzaku was good at but he understood how they could win battles.

"Even if you can work out what they're gonna do, doesn't mean you can stop them doing it."

Suzaku sighed and wondered how he had got into this conversation with an eight year old kid. "If you know far enough in advance you can stop them, lets say you set them up and made them think that your next attack was going to be a kick to their left, and they knew that to stop that they could punch your leg instead as you began to kick them but you knew that so you punched their right instead, they would have walked into your attack."

Of course large scale tactics were much more complicated then that but Suzaku didn't really understand them though, he doubted Kotarou would either.

Kotarou's face scrunched up again, more than before, and he tried to go through what Suzaku had said.

"So it's just tricking people."

He approved of that. Pity it was Lelouch they were talking about, because he'd never openly agree with that particular boy. Ever.

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