Rolly made his way into the classroom in which he was to be detained for his detentionary duties. He was glad to see that all the boys had left and only the teacher remained, who was sitting at his desk reading
Discreet Young Gentlemen, sniveling to himself. As Rolly approached, he put the book face down and looked up at Rolly.
"Ehmm. I'm very sorry to see you here, Mister Rolly," he said, looking over his rimmed glasses in a very
sur la table manner.
"It was not my fault, sensei! Those bugs--" at that the teacher put his hand up as if to silence him, which what it did indeed do. Rolly silenced.
"Now, now. I don't want to hear why you brought your pets to school, but I'm afraid I'll hear no excuses for it. A school just is not a place for insects," he said, as a fly buzzed around his head. "For a start, why don't you pick up that row of toppled desks." Rolly looked back and saw in fact a whole row of toppled desks lying there mysteriously. As he observed he saw a boy caught between a desk and a chair trying to wriggle free, his spine protruding at a peculiar angle. "I cannot for the live of me figure out how they got in such a way. Those boys must be quite rowdy when they hear the bell ring. Very well, get too it." And at this mention he waved his hand about as though it were a firm smack on the rump for Rolly to get into action. And so Rolly jumped into as much and started at the beginning of the wreckage, first patting what he knew to be Sugizio's, desk lovingly. He picked up the first desk and then the chair that went with it, and so he did continuously, pulling the battered boy out of the ruins and leaving him to writhe between the desk rows, until he had finished.
He walked up to the teacher who was now reading
The Back Passage, and told him that he was finished. He looked and said he had done very good work and he thanked him for saying so. He looked at him, and he put his book down as he put his hand on his desk. His eyes searched his and he saw they were of the usual Japanese Brown, and he smiled at this, running his fingers through his hair. "What should I do with that boy over there?" he asked him. "Oh, I don't know, shouldn't you call a nurse?" he replied, looking around the classroom as if he hadn't been there every day since the start of the school year. "Perhaps you are right but for now he may lie there," he shot back, also looking around. He hummed a tune in his head, while he drummed his fingers on his desk, waiting. He looked to his shirt and noticed a stain on the shirt pocket, and he began to scratch at it as though it might come out thus. "Thank you," he said, and he nodded. He walked over to the window and he followed. "Look at that, birds nest," he scowled pointing it out to him. "Ah, yes. Look at it," he nodded, looking at it. "By the way," he added, "I'm going to a concert tonight." "Really?" he asked, gazing out the window. "That sounds like it would be fun. Whose playing?" "Ah, the Rolling Stones!" "Wow, what fun that will be." "Yes, thank you," he said as he threw birdseed out the window onto the heads of students leaving for their homesteads. As the students looked up in fury and made rude signals to him, he stuck his head out. "A ha! My mistake! Sorry about that," he called, waiting until they disappeared around the corner before throwing more on another boy's heads. "Oh, is there something you would have me do?" he asked. "Ah, yes, why don't you go along and wipe off all the desks," he replied and walked over to his desk where he sat and commenced with his reading. As he did this, he walked over to the closet and pulled out the Janitor's pail of dirtay water and a rag.
Rolly took an additional pail and went to get fresh water, returning and setting it beside the dirty. He first dipped the rag in the clean water and cleaned Sugizio's desk solicitously, taking care to see it shone and sparked as was fit for one such as Sugizio. He then took care to wash his own desk with fresh water as he thought he deserved as much. Then he put away the clean water and snapped a rubber glove on, finding the most moldiest rag he could come across and dunking it in the dirty water that was brown for untold reasons because though water took up volumes, it did not speak volumes. Even if you gathered all the water in the world into a single gymnasium for a water convention and held a special water conference, the water would still tell you nothing. Nevertheless Rolly took the brown-soaked rag and wiped down all the rest of the desks with the concoction, leaving them smelling of mold and spoilt water. He took care to drip some water inside the desks of those boys who were particularly rude to him, knowing it would smell much worse by the next morning.
Now that he was sated he put the scumbuckets into the janitorial closet and walked to the teacher who had his nose buried in
The Price of Temptation, and seem quite lost in it. "Sensei, I'm finished now," Rolly said, from beside his desk.
"Huh?? Oh, very well, you may go," he mumbled, eager to get back to his reading. Rolly grinned, glad to be free. He scooped up his book bag under his arm and skipped down the classroom, jumping over the crippled boy, and bursting out of the classroom. It was rare that he was alone inside the greatly empty school, and he found it calming and pleasant. He went to the first story at a relaxed pace, skipping down the steps with glee. He briefly wondered where Sugizio had gone off to, but was sure he must have gone home by now. He then not-so-briefly wondered where Sugizio lived. He laughed to himself, thinking he must be a prince living in a Japanese Castle. He reached the gakuen courtyard now and made for the bikeyard where he'd rested his sparklingly joyous bike. He went around the corner of the courtyard, but quickly stopped at what he saw. Sugizio was holding another boy by his collar in front of the bike rack. Rolly instinctively hid behind the wall and peeked around the corner to abserve the scene.
The boy was gasping and spluthering about as Sugizio held him up by his own uniform that he had no doubt pressed with love day after day only to have it betray him for a stronger boy and in turn strangling him. Rolly squinted to the scene that was over five feet away and gasped inside to see that it was Kurayamashidonandakamirakumipirutandoromu that Sugizio held in a grip of death. As Rolly peeked sheepishly around the corner his eyes widened to see the boys from earlier who had gotten him detention. They were not, however, standing around in a circle around the spectacle as that description had perhaps implied, but were in a great heap of bodies and bruised eyes and pain as well as some suffering. Rolly blushed,
Why is he doing this? He'll get in so much trouble... but his question was soon not to be answered.
"Wh...why are you doing this?! You potatopincher! Grryarlrgh," gargbled the woolen Kurayamashidonandakamirakumipirutandoromu, putting his hands on Sugizio's and trying to remove them from his jacket. "You'll soon...regret this...that's for sure. My, my dad. He's...yakuza," he tried to smirk, attempting a brave face in the face of his adversity.
"What?! Oh...oh, my God!" Sugizio said, dropping the boy with a very exotic name to the ground roughly where he feel with an unpleasant
lump. "What am I to do now?!" Sugizio said, putting his hands over his face with worry.
Rolly watched with misfortune, wishing he could run to comfort Sugizio but finding himself rooted to his spot by some unseen plant matter. While he contemplated his being seemily glued to concrete brood by hard-muscled construction workmen he was broken from his thoughts to hear a cruel laugh. He was upset to hear Kurayamashidonandakamirakumipirutandoromu mocking Sugizio now, but looked round the corner to see instead Sugizio laughing with his head thrown back. He seemed simply overjoyed, and Rolly had not known him able to laugh like that. He wondered if the grounded boy had cracked a joke in the heat of the moment, but soon discovered what ailed Sugizio.
"A yakuza you say? Your father?" He said, looking down at the lump of boy on the concrete, still laughing and now resting his foot upon it in a casual manner. "And what have I to fear of an old man? No yakuza alive would scare me," he said, his teeth gritted in the crueller of grins.
Rolly's heart swelled as he looked at him, simple overtaken by how amazingly cool he was. He was knowing him better every day and he loved this very much. His breath quickend as he watched for what would happen next. As he watched, what was next happened.
As Sugizio's grin bore down on the lengthy boy, his threats broke and he began to shake with fear. Sugizio laughed to see this and swiftly quicked him in the stomach, to which the boy responded with groans and absurdities. "Perhaps that will teach you some manners, you slovenly chunk of wasted tissue matter," he spat, glaring at the boy.
The boy looked up at him with fearful eyes and began to cry a coward's tears. Water and salt rushed from his eyes like a waterfall of shame with salt in it though shame had a salty taste to it already so it was instead an overly salty waterfall which left a man with a feeling of disgust and little pithy or mercy. Rolly looked at him and felt similarly, remembering the terrible things he'd been done to. He almost wished to jump out from the corner and kick the boy himself, but was afraid that Sugizio's demonic countenance would be turned onto Rolly instead and Rolly was not in the mood for a beating. So instead he just enjoyed watching Sugizio give the boy some kicks and punches. When he was finished with this siege of the boy's face, Sugizio took him by his hair then let go, letting his head drop into the cold pavement. He smirked as the boy was too weary to resist much and so he rolled him into the mud near the bikes as the bikes often went through and ripped through the ground leaving the grass weary and too weak to live a long and prosperous life with this constant abuse and battery and so it was worked into a fine wet and muddy mess which the bully-turned-beaten now lay face down in. Sugizio walked on the boy's back to see that he was properly sunk into the mud while taking care to make sure his own stylish shoes remained unscathed. When he was satisfied by the squelching of mud around the boy he gracefully hopped back to solid concrete and admired his handywork. He smirked as he looked around and pulled a box of cigarettes from his pocket and set one alite before smoking it with finesse and style.
At this display Rolly could hold himself back no longer and he ran out from the corner in fury. Sugizio looked up from his cigarette and showed no surprise as Rolly ran to him.
"What are you thinking?!" Rolly fumed. "How could you do such a thing!" he cried out to Sugizio, taking him by the soldiers. He simmered and made a terrible face at Sugizio, who relaxly blew out his cigarette exhaust, being considerate enough not to blow it in Rolly's face, but out to the side, so that he made a very alluring D with his lips. Rolly stared into his lips, but came back to his sense and would not lay down his fury at Sugizio for doing this vile act. "I thought better of you. Don't you know cigarettes kill?!" he sniffed, frowning childlessly at Sugizio.
Rolly thought Sugizio seemed to smile the slightest of smiles, though if he had it was now gone and his familiar expessionless yet challenging face returned. Rolly returned it with an exasperatedly lascivious look, and Sugizio gently slid Rolly's hands from his shoulders and turned to look at some far-off thought.
"Oh, I meant to ask you," said Rolly. "Why were you beating those boys up?"
Sugizio turned his face to him at this question and dragged on his cigar-ette. His eyes searched Rolly's face as though looking for something like beauty. They didn't appear to find it however and he said simply, "I felt like it." Rolly seemed satisfied with this answer and grinned outwardly toward Sugizio, who simply ran his delicate, yet strong, fingers through his hair. Rolly admired how it glistened in the sunlight and noticed the simple rings that adorned his long fingers. As Sugizio struck an undeniably attractive pose, Rolly's eyes stayed glued to him and his mouth hung open in a V shape.
Rolly noticed that he had not said anything to Sugizio's curt reply, and stuttered something like, "Oh, I ...see," out. Sugizio's coolness intimidated him and he found nothing to say to him. He looked down at the bullies floating body in the mud, trying to think of something to say, and still found nothing. As much as it pained him to leave Sugizio, he decided it was best and went to his bike, unclipping the lock. He looked up as he mounted his pink mountain bike. "Will you still teach me? As you said?"
Sugizio continued his distance examination and drug on his cigarette before looking at Rolly. "If I have said I will, then I will." His eyes threatened to explode Rolly's brain, but Rolly was strong and took the gaze willingly, returning them as fiercely as he could.
"Then when?" He asked, as fierce as his gaze.
Sugizio studied him silently, "Saturday. At two." He paused to pull a crisp card from his pocket. "My place," he stated flicking the business card out to Rolly, who took it consentedly. He knew the Japanese Cutom was to take the business card with care and read it carefully. He didn't know if Sugizio cared for such things, but he decided to be safe and inspected it.
It was made from fine paper and was thick, colored not an off-white but a pale cream. It felt smooth, but not quite glossy. The attractive font read "
SUGIZIO: manly mystery", followed by an address and two telephone numbers. Rolly made sure to take note of the address, reading it through carefully. He realized it was not far from his own place of residence, but was it was far enough to be in the nicest part of town. He thought Sugizio must be a prince after all. He smiled to himself and looked up as if to see his prince before him. But instead of his manly sovereign, he found no one and could see that the schoolyard was completely emptied of bodies, excluding his own, the battered pile of boys and the lump gurgling in the mud beside him. Rolly could see no where that he might have disappeared into, but knew that he was gone and would not be found even if he began a search and not even if he had called the polices who would set a permiter and search every place in the school. No, he was not here and Rolly knew this.
He took the business car and settled it fondly beside the popsickle stick in his knap sack. He was sure they would become fast friends in his saftey box, provided that the stick was washed so that it would not splay any of its sticky remnants onto the beloved card which was equally if not more so important. Rolly put his feet to his petals and he made like a bicyclist and rode off through the schoolyard to his slovenly home where he could reflect on the day's sorrows and happies.
Likes: lard popsicles, sugizio, benjamin, bicycles,
Likes: violence, fighting, masks, capes, sticks, sandpaper
