The Changes in Me
By
JacqueLoveLess
Chapter III
Ryoma couldn't't help sigh. He looked at the crowds surrounding the schedule area. A-F into one line, G-M in another, then the last line was N-Z. Normally it would'nt be anything big, but they had only three tables, and everyone with A-F, G-M, or N-Z, no matter your ethnicity had to go into their designated line. So, needless to say, there was confusion, distortion, and a bit of panic.
"Bloody hell." Ryoma muttered under his breath. He sighed again and pulled his lime green studio headphones over his neck and onto his ears. He tended to match his headphone color to his outfit, which is why having specially made, interchangeable skins for his specially made studio headphones, really helped. Today, his colors were lime green, black and white. If one were to look over at him they would surely believe he was gorgeous, as most did. His emerald tinted jet black hair was swept over his liquid golden eyes. His finely defined face was it's normal alabaster color, unmarked, and other than the two lip rings that were in place, flawless. While around his smooth alabaster neck hung two necklace. One was a black and lime green male choker, the other a set of dog tags. He wore a black muscle t-shirt that had 'Boy Kill Boy' written in lime green across the front. He wore a black, white and green stripped button-up, yet left the buttons undone. If he were to roll up his shirt sleeves you would have seen seven bracelets that rest on his slim wrists. Four bracelets on his left hand, three on his right, all black and lime green, no matter what style they were. His wore slightly tight fitting black skinny jeans with two skinny belts, one black and one lime green. His feet encased in his black and white canvas converses. He'd changed his piercings in his hip to black and lime green ball ends, while the piercings in his ears were changed as well. The bottom piercing was a see-through circular gauge, while the one above it was a single lime green stud, the last piercing was a black metal hoop with a small lime green bead attached to the center of the hoop. The same hoops that donned his ears, were the ones that donned his lip.
Ryoma's head bobbed slightly to the tune of his music as he readjusted his grip on his black messenger bag, then slipped his hands into his pockets and he moved forward in his assigned line.
'This is not a movie Talk, talk to Suzie! Countdown, countdown, countdown to the disappointment Read not what the stars say There's an evil lurking round every door Talk talk to Suzie! And they said... Countdown, countdown, countdown to the disappointment Oh, time has leering on
Things just ain't the same as your favorite video
Try standing back and move me
next to you is a very nice place to go
"I went through a million choices."
Talk, Set it up for Suzie!
"I listened to a million voices"
And they said...
"Don't let me down" they said
"Don't let me down again"
No no...
"I'm yours, tonight!"
Countdown, countdown, countdown to the disappointment
"I'm yours, tonight!"
Oh no no no
It's not enough to make you leave me
And I never wanted you to go
",I went through a million choices"
Talk, Set it up for Suzie!
"I listened to a million voices"
"Don't let me down" they said
"Don't let me down" they said
"Don't let me down again"
No no...
"I'm yours, tonight!"
Countdown, countdown, countdown to the disappointment
"I'm yours, tonight!"
So take another breath
And taste this one more time again
One more time again.
Countdown, countdown, countdown to the disappointment
"I'm yours, tonight!",
Countdown, countdown, countdown to the disappointment
"I'm yours, tonight!",
Countdown, countdown, countdown to the disappointment
"I'm yours, tonight!"'
The song faded, another began and Ryoma glanced at the line he was in, then at the clock. He sighed for what seemed to be the umpteenth time this morning. 'This is going to take a while' .
Course.Level/Grade.Language.Room.Teacher.Days
English/Junior/Japanese/223/Yukimasu/Mon-Wed
Art/Sophomore/English/145/Brooks/Mon-Wed
History/Sophomore/Russian/234/Ivanovich/Mon-Wed
Science/Senior/French/567/Ackerman/ Mon-Wed
Math/Sophomore/Portuguese /629/Câmara/Mon-Wed
Photography/Junior/English/155/Lockhart/Thurs-Sat
Gym/Sophomore/Japanese/Gym 3/Takashu/Thurs-Sat
PsychologySeniorEnglish755MinorThurs-Sat
Drama/Junior/Japanese/566/Kunimanko/Thurs-Sat
Forensics/Sophomore/English/589/Dancer/Thurs-Sat
Lunch/1st /lunch/Japanese/Café./Mon-Sat.
Ryoma gave a small smirk as he glanced over his schedule. He had English, Art, history, Lunch, Science and Math, Monday through Wednesday, in that order. Thursday through Saturday he had Photography, Gym, Psychology, Lunch, Drama and Forensics, in that order. It wasn't bad. In fact, due to his ability to speak many different languages, he's been able to take some classes that certain student had been unable to take because the course was only offered in certain languages. So, academically, he had an advantage over most students. He smiled once again as he carefully slipped his schedule into his bag. He pressed the play button on his iPod Touch and began to walk to his next class, not even knowing the pair of sapphire blue eyes that followed him.
'This night, this night's just like the rest.
These same thoughts just runnin through my head.
Singing reckless phrases with a different face.
They say, they say that I am worthless, but I'm not listening.
I swear, in the end.
Round, round they spin like a record now.
Same falsehoods built to be broke down.
Around and around, I'm falling down, again.
Sticks and stones may break my bones;
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
This feels the same.
Complications and different situations.
I am holding our love.
Is it worth it to die a little each day? All for unseen craze.
Sticks and stones may break my bones;
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words are breaking down now.
I would say, where I've been to where I am,
It is worth it; it is grace.
When all else fails, you can see it, this place.
So now
Round, round they spin like a record now.
Same falsehoods built to be broke down.
These thoughts were meant to be broke down. (x 12)
Sticks and stones may break my bones;
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words are breaking down now.
It's all for her, again. Yeah.'
Ryoma hit the off button on his iPod when the song reach its end. He'd made it to his first class. Walking into the class room he noticed it looked similar to a college classroom, or an auditorium. He allowed himself a brief smile and walked up the steps to take a seat in the back of the room, next to the big bay window. He settled down and watched as other students found their seats. He looked out the window, watching the blossoms of the crab apple trees out on the court yard.
"Mind if we sit here?" a soft voice asked. Ryoma turned, instantly recognizing the voice even though it was a bit deep then he'd remembered.
"Not at all." Ryoma responded smoothly. His golden gaze slipping past Syuusuke Fuji over to Tezuka Kunimitsu. He smirked. 'They've changed quiet a bit.' He thought, taking in the changes of his former buchou and sempai. They'd both gotten taller, their hair a little bit longer. Tezuka had changed his glasses. Now, where thin framed glasses once set on his thin nose, now sat slightly thick square black glasses. His once light brown hair, now dark, sweeping across his handsome face. The stern features now a bit softer. He wore a light blue t-shirt and dark blue jeans with a pair of regular tennis shoes. His hand moved up to slide his regular black shoulder bag off and set it next his seat. Ryoma's attention shifted to Fuji. Long, light, brown hair that swept over the effeminate face and those amazing blue eyes. He wore a white button-up shirt with a pair of blue jeans, and tennis shoes similar to Tezuka's.
"So… We were all wondering when you'd see you again." Fuji trailed off, ignoring the warning glance from Tezuka.
"Yes, well. This was unplanned. I had no intention of ever seeing anyone here ever again." Ryoma replied tilting his face into the sunlight that pour through the window.
"Really? So, what does that mean now? I mean, since your surrounded by us." Fuji asked, his eyes sliding open.
"Hm… what indeed." Ryoma replied more to himself than his two ex lovers.
"Your cold now." Fuji said.
"Not cold. Just no longer ignorant. I know nothing is how it seems. Innocence and Ignorance no longer reside with me." Ryoma said, his eyes shifting over the older men.
"What made you this way?" Tezuka muttered, speaking for the first time in his blunt natural way.
"The world, Kunimitsu. Simply the world." Ryoma replied. His attention shifting to the front of the room as a teacher walked in.
"Please take your seats, and we'll begin with today's lesson." Students took their seats, pulling out the issued text books, and dimming the chatter.
Ryoma smiled and continued to gaze out the window.
A/n; I'm so sorry it's so short (and late) but I'm crammed! I have exams and everything and wow... just so lazy lately! Anyway, I hope to have more up soon! Also, I'm ver sorry about Ryoma's schedule! When I wrote it, I used tabs to line it all up but... FF doesn't use tabs! I hope you can understand the schedule! SORRY!!!!!
Ja Ne, Jacqueloveless
I disclaim all Prince of Tennis rights, also the rights of the two songs used, "Suzie" by Boy kill Boy and "Words" by Between the Trees.