不毛

Indie Masada-sensei

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“Oh, yeah, I’d forgotten about that.”

What a blatant lie.

“But I don’t really do anything after school anyway, so it wouldn’t hurt to come by sometimes, yeah? The company would be nice anyway.”

In truth, she was mildly desperate to stay here. This was her safe haven, after all. 

“Ah… Just tell me what days you want me to come by, you know? I’ll make note of it.”

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“I don’t have any students to tutor so come by whenever you’d like.”

He tried to hide the amount of relief he felt, warm smile in place of an relieved sigh. Silently telling himself to not intervene was just becoming too much. Masada’s good nature triumphed over his image any day. If it was tutoring, then it wasn’t such a big deal. 

“I already have a few practice pieces printed out if you want to get a head            start on them. You’re a smart girl, I’m sure it’ll be easy.”     

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“…”

She didn’t want to seem ungrateful. Of course not. Tentatively nibbling on the hardened crust of what used to be pizza wasn’t appealing to her. Neither was the peach cup that was either sugared or moldy. Let’s hope for sugared. 

“I don’t eat a lot as it is,” seemed to be the most appropriate answer. Sure, it had faults of it’s own, even potential consequences. However, she didn’t want to be the one who took people’s food.

“It’s not a big deal, really.” 

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“Oh? Well, I’ll wrap it up so you can eat it later.”

Masada worked to fit wrap it up nicely for her, taking a mental note of Madotsuki’s situation. It always seemed like the best people crawled their way out of tragedies, didn’t it? Though, he wasn’t going to let life give her the short end of the stick where he could help it. That just simply wouldn’t do.

“Madotsuki, did you give the tutoring that I offered some thought?”

A small gesture, but if he timed it right, it could make a world of difference for the girl. Besides, if it was around dinner time it wouldn’t be a bad idea to be offering her snacks. It wasn’t any of his business to pry, but he really wished Madotsuki would open up.     

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          “ —Oh, should I have?                                 It’s nice to know I’m welcome. “

Her smirk was unmistakable, intentions out on display for all to see. Running delicate fingers through her hair, Monoe gently combed it to rest behind her ear and gave a soft chuckle before looking back to her company. As one who prided herself upon her own ability to read people– ( and fail to be read herself ), it was easy as ever to pick up on Masada’s unease.

“ That’ll be all. I’m going to go find Mado-chan now…                                              …See you again soon, Sensei. “

[uutoi-blog]

“Good luck.”

It wasn’t that he was particularly keen on having Monoe as a guest, but if she did come for anything other than to bother Madotsuki, he wouldn’t mind the company. She was a smart girl, even if she used it in her own way, that much was evident. Her mind was surely a mysterious thing. Nothing would ever hold Monoe back, especially a plea from someone like him. He ashed the remainder of his cigarette before calling out one last time.

“Monoe...    Try not to make too many enemies.    There’s no one else here except the few of us.   Keep that in mind.”

[yuehua]

     HESITATION  crossed her expression, finding herself lost in the answers she could give him. Since they’d last gone out somewhere… some time had passed– how much time, however, she couldn’t be sure. Each day seemed to blend together, unsettling in its lack of beginning and end. Her stomach twisted with unease, shutting the thought out in immediate response. 

           “ …We could take the train somewhere. Do you want to? “

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The train? The small girl did seem to be pretty fond of it if he recalled correctly. Another place that peace of mind was welcome, not exactly something that came by easy around these parts. He sat up, smile settling into his features as images of an ideal outing came to mind. 

“I would love to. Do you want to stick around here for a bit?     ---Or should we just head out?”

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“Some kid threatened me after I walked in front of his picture in the hallway.”

Yes indeed. On her way into the school, running late after agonizing if she should even go or not, she had scurried down the hallway just in front of a flashing phone camera, immediately being called a ‘stupid bitch’ and being threatened to have her face beaten in. It was mostly passive, as she had just hurried off with no cost, but the idea of that kid hunting her down was a little more than stressful.

“I mean, he was taking the picture across the hallway, so it was stupid of him to think that the first bell rush would halt for him, but…”

At this time, she had shoved half the bar into her mouth, letting it hang out carelessly. Then, finishing it off and downing half of the already cold pizza. Stress eating at it’s finest.

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How surprising. It never ceased to amaze him what stupid antics went on just outside of his classroom. If for whatever reason he had to go back and experience high school in the present, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to last even a day. It was a wonder anyone could do it at all. 

“That’s terrible.     If he bothers you again, let me know.”

The thought of being able to teach him a lesson was satisfying, but he knew very well he wasn’t exactly a popular person among the students. With his pale skin and lanky limbs, he tended to stand apart from everyone else. 

“I see you’re eating...well...” He grimaced slightly at the thought of eating cold pizza, immediately holding out his own untouched sandwich. “I already ate. You should take this instead.”

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As per usual, Madotsuki had a bad day. That wasn’t anything unusual, for sure. She hated most everything about her school. The bus ride there, her classmates, people who weren’t classmates but were overall jerks in the hallway, the stale food in the cafeteria, the bus ride home… Most everything she felt was out to get her. 

She had her escape route planned out thoroughly, however. Grab lunch and make a break for it through the science hallway, hide around the corner until that group of way too tall seniors passed by, round to the right through the computer lab, and opening the door to the music room with her elbow. Safe.

That was her safe haven, the highlight to her day. She always had to scramble to get her food sat at her desk, holler when she bumped the iPod in her pocket’s volume button, and get herself situated. In this scramble, she managed to turn to the front desk to her teacher. “Good morning, Mister Masada.” Day in and day out. T’was an exciting life for the dreamy girl. 

[uutoi-blog]

School was never given a positive connotation. It was quite evident that only a select few got to actually enjoy themselves while the rest suffered at the small cliques got to decide who would have it easy and who didn’t. Among the latter was Madotsuki, his favorite student. It was hard to read the turmoil on her face as she often came around to escape.

That was something they both seemed to share, the art of escapism. Such a hard thing to give into and function in society simultaneously. Though, it was always a comfort to see her and try to console her. A symbiotic relationship he never knew he wanted.

He smiled as he turned from the board in front of him. Spidery fingers worked to finish writing down his lesson plan on the board before he sat down at his desk. Quickly, he tossed a calorie mate bar to her before taking a bite of one himself.

“Good morning.    How are things?”

[madomadotsuki]

[⌘]– The little girl perked up at the slightly off-tune note that was produced thanks to the dream denizen’s surprise on her presence. She hadn’t expected he’d notice her there, not that she was trying to conceal herself or anything, though.

The child frowned, almost sliding away from view by the doorway she stood at, upon registering his call out. She should’ve been more tactful…

“Ah, I… I’m s- so sorry, Sensei… I didn’t mean it…”

“… I… I didn’t come at a bad time, did I…?”

[uutoi-blog]

“No! It’s fine...     I’m just embarrassed is all.”

He waved his hands out in front of himself dismissively. Guilt ridden expression apparent as he tried to cool himself off with a deep breath. It wasn’t super often than he was caught of guard by company while he was playing. 

“It’s just a new piece I wrote that isn’t finished yet.     You know how it goes...”

[madomadotsuki]

+ @uutoi

[⌘]– Another good night sleep, another lucid-dream. And she was aiming this one to be a GOOD one.

So she had an accurate idea of where to go for it to be as such.

Through long staircases and BLAZING pathways, through dark storages and corridors, the small child soon found herself inside a large, ovoid white space, like she’d expected. She could hear the sound of piano keys singing a MELODY from the next room, also not surprising, but that never failed to cast a smile to her face.

Madotsuki lingered to the doorway and stood there, just… watching her SENSEI playing his song (Or was he just piloting? Heh, only him to do both,) listening profoundly and contently to every note.

She could stand there and hear him play for hours straight (Not that TIME was something consistent in dreams, but still.)

[uutoi-blog]

Music was often a source of comfort for Masada’s escapist tendencies. It was always a source of irritation to be simultaneously afraid and curious about what was laying in wait outside the walls of his ship. Though, he’d leave the exploring for Madotsuki. 

His fingers tapped on the keys with more energy than he’d ever shown to have. The quick complicated tempo did well in working out his frustrations. Though, lost in his own music, he’d nearly failed to notice his audience. He nearly jumped once he noticed her, spidery fingers clashing with the keys in surprise.

“Madotsuki...     You scared me.”

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          “ —Oh…? That’s funny… “

Narrow eyes sank into even thinner slits, squinting knowingly at her company with each word falling coldly from his lips. He really was a simple man; as for Madotsuki having taking a great liking to him, she had no trouble understanding why. Monoe cocked her head to the side and proceeded to speak, maintaining eye contact all the while.  “ I actually saw her outside your cute spaceship the other day…! I would’ve stopped to talk but she’d gone inside too quickly for me to catch… “  Her sneer was nearly audible.

[uutoi-blog]

His heart dropped, evident in the way his lips pursed around the filter. Had he no clue of her nature, he’d have crushed it from the shock. Stay cool. Dry lips sucked in some more smoke, the ashes carelessly falling to the ground. Masada realized he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so bitter.

“Oh? Why didn’t you stop by then?     You know I rarely have company."

What a bitch. It looked like she was growing bored if she was coming after Madotsuki for no reason. He couldn’t help but feel bad for Madotsuki, out of the few people she could converse, Monoe was the most displeasing. It had to be lonely.

“Are you done here?      ...Or did you need something else from me?

[yuehua]

                     “ — it keeps changing…                                          …i’m losing track of everything. “

     ALTHOUGH  her words held a certain weight to them, her expression was rather nonchalant, expressing only a hint of mild irritation. It was mostly a recent development– the emergence of new areas and the unsteady shifting of terrain that had always held to its consistency. Disconcerting as it was, Madotsuki did not care to delve into it, whether out of fear or lack of substantial concern– she, herself was unsure of the reason for her own dismissal.

[uutoi-blog]

“I wish there was something you could use as a place marker...”

Always troubled, it was a wonder Madotsuki’s hair wasn’t falling out at this point. It really was something special, a gift maybe, that she was never that affected by the state of things. Such a strong girl, something he’d admired more than envied. It was difficult to harbor anything but positive feelings for her. His eyes swept over the stars in search of something to say. Conversation always seemed to fail him.

“Why don’t we go somewhere? Any ideas?”

[uutoi-blog]

muteiko:

          “ —Blame you…? I don’t care enough to bother. “

Tapping her foot against the marble floor, Monoe leaned against the white wall behind her with arms crossed, holding her gaze steady to Masada’s evasive eyes.  “ Anyway, I wanted to ask you if Mado-chan’s been around as of late. I haven’t seen her. “  She smirked, seeming genuinely entertained by her company’s unease. “ I was starting to worry that she didn’t like me anymore! “

Upon the mention of Madotsuki, he felt himself stiffen. What would Monoe possibly want from her? Though, that didn’t really matter. Masada would never hand someone like her that kind of information. He felt a deep rooted irritation grow inside him, a new found coldness in his expression. A deep breath took the place of his words as he reached into his back pocket to produce a pack of cigarettes. He was quick to light one, finally meeting her gaze as he took the first inhale. 

“I haven’t seen her... Shouldn’t you be more worried about more important things?”

[yuehua]

                     “ — kinda… i got lost this time.“

      IN a soft voice, she responded to his query, gently resting her chin atop arms folded over the bleach-white table. Her fatigue persisted in an almost irksome manner, tempting the girl into silence, but the determination to hold onto pleasant company kept her from slipping into second sleep.

[uutoi-blog]

Masada watched, admiration clear to read in his gaze. His spidery fingers reached out to brush some of the stray hairs from her face with care. They stopped short, hesitating for a moment before the contact. There was always a distant fear of rejection threatening to overtake him. He let out a soft sigh, sliding down to mimic her position.

“It’s going to be hard to get used to the terrain. I really hate getting lost. “

[muteiko-blog]

          “ —It has… With your constant self-isolation and all… “

Monoe grinned, a hint of a smirk threatening to reveal itself upon her delicate features. With small hands clutched lightly at her back, the girl swayed over to his side, using the hint of discomfort she’d received to her advantage– ( as such, it often festered, keeping her in a position of control over those whom she tended to pursue. )

[uutoi-blog]

Disturbing. The amount of bad aura around Monoe was more than enough to unsettle even the most confident of people. At least, he assured himself of that to not get discouraged. Masada cleared his throat before answering, pursuing a louder tone than normal. Even if he couldn’t make eye contact, being able to raise his voice was enough of  an accomplishment. 

“Can you really blame me?” 

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          “ —Well… If it isn’t my favorite sensei… “

A knowing gaze was lifted to meet the eyes of the monochrome figure towering over her. She stared, unwilling to glance away– a form of intimidation, subtle to her, but perhaps not so much to those around her.

[uutoi-blog]

“Oh, Monoe. It’s been awhile...”

Eye contact had always been difficult for someone like Masada, eyes always drifting in a nervous manner. Though he was much taller in stature, he couldn’t have felt any smaller in this given moment. His expression froze in its uninterested gaze, unwilling to tip her off on his own anxiety.

[yuehua]

CAREFULLY, she took a few steps forward and stopped to peek her head around the corner. He sat comfortably in his chair, the whiteness of his skin a perfect match for the colorless walls surrounding him–

                     ( it was almost funny how the girl contrasted with everything in his home, yet found herself most comfortable, most suited to the monochrome surroundings. )

A few more steps taken, and he finally stood, turning to face her direction, two pairs of tired eyes meeting and softening upon connection.

                      “ — good morning… sensei. “ 

[uutoi-blog]

“Morning?-- Is it...morning?”

His gaze moved from the small girl over to the twinkling view out of the window with a pensive gaze. It was really nearly impossible to tell the time of day from such a vantage point. Just another peculiarity of the life he’d found himself living. The man was quick to brush it off, gesturing for Madotsuki to follow him as he took a seat. His eyes washed over her, her presence was always so bright in comparison to her expression. She always looked so tired. It only put pressure on him to try and alleviate that, even if it was only a little bit.

“Sit. It’s a long trek over here, isn’t it?”

[uutoi-blog]

Footsteps. White walls cradled the echos of the minute hollow sounds that greeted the empty space. Most people would find something that bare uninviting, but somehow he found it to be cozy. It seemed like she thought so too. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have a reason for her frequent visits. The man rose from his seat to great the usually weary traveler with more vigor than usual.

“Madotsuki…     How have you been?”