Fic: Library
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mindcrackloveAnother K/Z School AU fic? Gosh, I should get back to my original school AU pairing... but this is just too cute and fun~ *rolls around happily*
This idea came to me whilst reading scaredy's new fic (dire/scott) and holding Hyrule Historia (which I got today!!!1) which I hid behind whilst acting out Scott's bits - yeah I do that with every fic I read.
A slightly different approach with this, I messed about with long descriptions of settings and people - also Kurt's tattoo is now AUCanon, just so you know.
Zisteau stood outside the doors to the school’s library on the first day. He was already lost in one of his lessons and was about to go in to do extra reading. As he pushed open the door and stepped into the room, he sighed at the strange concept that he was already behind on a lesson, after only one hour.
The boy stood in the doorway for a second and took in the sight of the tall room. There were two floors, the higher one not reaching the wall above the door and having a glass bannister on the edge. There were shelves of books reaching both ceilings and were situated in ways that seemed to create other rooms where secluded tables and chairs were placed. It was silent, but comforting and welcome.
Zisteau walked over to the stairs as it was signposted as leading to the non-fiction section. On the second floor, he walked around looking through all the shelves in order to find a book he was looking for.
He found himself yawning as he ran his finger over titles on the seventh book shelf he’d observed. It was being to be tedious and Zisteau was nowhere closer to finding that one book he was looking for. Glancing around the bookcase, he saw a boy sitting at the table behind him with a book covering most of his face. Zisteau looked at the book and noticed it was something he was looking for.
He approached the boy with a smile, but he was discouraged by the fact the boy raised his book higher to hide his face. Nevertheless, Zisteau pressed on.
“Hey there.” He got no response from the boy but still continued, “Where did you find that book? I’m looking for a similar one.” He thought to say ‘or can I borrow it when you are done?’ but he decided against it.
The book lowered slightly and Zisteau was able to see a pair of odd sunglasses resting atop the boy’s head. The lenses were different colours: one darkened red, the other darkened blue. Like 3D glasses, but sunglasses. He was so absorbed in the sunglasses; the small voice of the boy didn’t register until he was silent again.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you say something?” Zisteau immediately regretted saying this.
The boy sunk back behind his book and just made a small gesture towards the bookshelf where he’d gotten the book from. Zisteau gave thanks and waited for second in case a reply came from the boy, but nothing came from the hidden boy. With a sigh, Zisteau walked up to the bookshelf to try and find the book he needed.
He was there for 10 minutes with no luck. He was beginning to get impatient and was not taking the book titles in. Zisteau was about to leave when a small tap on his should grabbed his attention.
Turning around, he found the boy who was seated at the table standing in front of him. This was the first time he’d gotten a good look at him.
He was a little taller than Zisteau, but by just a tiny amount and had rather short, dark and messy hair upon which the sunglasses still rested on. Their eyes never met, but he could see the faint blush that was prevalent on his cheeks. His clothing was interesting. It was quiet warm outside, yet this boy was clad in – what was assumed to be – a t-shirt with some sort of space theme (it wasn’t very visible) and long jeans, though his arms were covered by a long, brown trench coat that looked oddly familiar for some reason.
His appearance was oddly formal in some ways, which contrasted quite a bit with Zisteau’s casual outfit of loose jeans and a hoodie, which was decorated to look like a zombie pigman out of one of his favourite games, with the arms rolled up past his elbows.
The boy was holding out the book he was reading to Zisteau, who slowly took it from him. He glanced down at the book in his hands before voicing his thanks, but as he looked up the boy was gone. The only trace he saw was the bright red of his shoes as he rounded the corner.
‘He’s a strange one… though not too bad on the eyes…’ Zisteau thought to himself as he quickly flipped through the pages of the book. As he was doing so, a small piece of paper fell to the floor.
“What the…” Kneeling down to pick it up, he noticed it seemed to have been ripped out of a notebook in a rush. He stood and leant against the bookcase as he read.
The note said: ‘Sorry for being quiet. Painfully shy. You seem nice.
Name’s Kurt. Don’t know dorm room yet. Here’s my
Number:’
His phone number followed the words and Zisteau smirked, ‘Looks like I made a good first impression then…’
He folded the note up and put it in his back pocket as he walked up to the desk to take the book out. Once outside the library, he pulled out his mobile and the note to add the boy’s – apparently named Kurt – number to his contacts before heading back to the dorms to find out his own room and who his roommate would be.
---K---Z---
Zisteau eventually reached his dorm room. What he’d brought with him was already put in there, all there was left was to find out who his roommate is. He tried to unlock the door, but it turns out his roommate was already there. Upon opening the door, Zisteau steadied himself with a deep breath.
He entered the room and closed the door behind him. The room was actually empty of other human life and so he took the change to survey the room. The door led into a small room, the start having the walls uncomfortably close, as if the architects were trying to create another very short corridor within the room. He stepped further into the room to get a better view of the room.
The wall to his right continued straight to the corner, whilst the left turned off to reach another corner. There were two beds opposite the left wall, each with a small bedside table. A comfortable looking couch was against the back wall, while there was a desk on the far left that had things already placed on it. One of the items was instantly recognisable to Zisteau.
Those strange sunglasses with the two different lenses. He approached the desk to make sure he wasn’t just imagining things.
As Zisteau was looking at the glasses, the door opened and Kurt entered. Zisteau turned around to face the shy boy, whose eyes widened as they caught each other’s eye.
“Hey there.” Zisteau greeted the boy with the same words and smile he used in the library earlier.
Kurt turned his eyes away and walked over to the right bed, perching himself on the very edge though he didn’t relax at all. His voice was so quiet; Zisteau was barely able to hear it, “Hi.”
The standing boy’s smile softened and he reclined on the other bed. “At least we sort of know each other, right?” A small nod was his only reply, “I never gave you my name.” He held out his hand, “Zisteau. Nice to meet you properly, Kurt.”
Due to the extra emphasis on his name, the quiet boy’s cheeks were covered in the same light blush from before yet he still shook the other boy’s hand. A tiny smile made its way on Kurt’s face as he pulled away, but it quickly was out of Zisteau’s range of sight as he turned his head away.
Zisteau smiled again and turned away himself, to occupy himself with unpacking – which Kurt seemed to have already done. Taking another glance at him, Zisteau only just noticed that Kurt’s t-shirt showed off a long and intricate tattoo that took over his entire left arm. He took a moment to admire it before going back to sorting out his clothing into the drawers of the nightstand.
Once he’d finished, Zisteau looked back up and met Kurt’s gaze again. He flushed and turned away again. It was awkward, yet endearing. Zisteau would just have to try and break through Kurt’s personally set up barrier.
Suddenly, he yawned. Zisteau decided he’d start breaking down that barrier tomorrow, when he was fully rested. He was determined to get closer; not only because of the fact they were to be roommates for a few years to come, but because he found this want to be friends with this strange boy. Maybe he was even attracted to him, but it was too early to tell.
Yawning again, Zisteau lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, ‘Tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow.’ were his last thoughts before he drifted into sleep.
This idea came to me whilst reading scaredy's new fic (dire/scott) and holding Hyrule Historia (which I got today!!!1) which I hid behind whilst acting out Scott's bits - yeah I do that with every fic I read.
A slightly different approach with this, I messed about with long descriptions of settings and people - also Kurt's tattoo is now AUCanon, just so you know.
Zisteau stood outside the doors to the school’s library on the first day. He was already lost in one of his lessons and was about to go in to do extra reading. As he pushed open the door and stepped into the room, he sighed at the strange concept that he was already behind on a lesson, after only one hour.
The boy stood in the doorway for a second and took in the sight of the tall room. There were two floors, the higher one not reaching the wall above the door and having a glass bannister on the edge. There were shelves of books reaching both ceilings and were situated in ways that seemed to create other rooms where secluded tables and chairs were placed. It was silent, but comforting and welcome.
Zisteau walked over to the stairs as it was signposted as leading to the non-fiction section. On the second floor, he walked around looking through all the shelves in order to find a book he was looking for.
He found himself yawning as he ran his finger over titles on the seventh book shelf he’d observed. It was being to be tedious and Zisteau was nowhere closer to finding that one book he was looking for. Glancing around the bookcase, he saw a boy sitting at the table behind him with a book covering most of his face. Zisteau looked at the book and noticed it was something he was looking for.
He approached the boy with a smile, but he was discouraged by the fact the boy raised his book higher to hide his face. Nevertheless, Zisteau pressed on.
“Hey there.” He got no response from the boy but still continued, “Where did you find that book? I’m looking for a similar one.” He thought to say ‘or can I borrow it when you are done?’ but he decided against it.
The book lowered slightly and Zisteau was able to see a pair of odd sunglasses resting atop the boy’s head. The lenses were different colours: one darkened red, the other darkened blue. Like 3D glasses, but sunglasses. He was so absorbed in the sunglasses; the small voice of the boy didn’t register until he was silent again.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you say something?” Zisteau immediately regretted saying this.
The boy sunk back behind his book and just made a small gesture towards the bookshelf where he’d gotten the book from. Zisteau gave thanks and waited for second in case a reply came from the boy, but nothing came from the hidden boy. With a sigh, Zisteau walked up to the bookshelf to try and find the book he needed.
He was there for 10 minutes with no luck. He was beginning to get impatient and was not taking the book titles in. Zisteau was about to leave when a small tap on his should grabbed his attention.
Turning around, he found the boy who was seated at the table standing in front of him. This was the first time he’d gotten a good look at him.
He was a little taller than Zisteau, but by just a tiny amount and had rather short, dark and messy hair upon which the sunglasses still rested on. Their eyes never met, but he could see the faint blush that was prevalent on his cheeks. His clothing was interesting. It was quiet warm outside, yet this boy was clad in – what was assumed to be – a t-shirt with some sort of space theme (it wasn’t very visible) and long jeans, though his arms were covered by a long, brown trench coat that looked oddly familiar for some reason.
His appearance was oddly formal in some ways, which contrasted quite a bit with Zisteau’s casual outfit of loose jeans and a hoodie, which was decorated to look like a zombie pigman out of one of his favourite games, with the arms rolled up past his elbows.
The boy was holding out the book he was reading to Zisteau, who slowly took it from him. He glanced down at the book in his hands before voicing his thanks, but as he looked up the boy was gone. The only trace he saw was the bright red of his shoes as he rounded the corner.
‘He’s a strange one… though not too bad on the eyes…’ Zisteau thought to himself as he quickly flipped through the pages of the book. As he was doing so, a small piece of paper fell to the floor.
“What the…” Kneeling down to pick it up, he noticed it seemed to have been ripped out of a notebook in a rush. He stood and leant against the bookcase as he read.
The note said: ‘Sorry for being quiet. Painfully shy. You seem nice.
Name’s Kurt. Don’t know dorm room yet. Here’s my
Number:’
His phone number followed the words and Zisteau smirked, ‘Looks like I made a good first impression then…’
He folded the note up and put it in his back pocket as he walked up to the desk to take the book out. Once outside the library, he pulled out his mobile and the note to add the boy’s – apparently named Kurt – number to his contacts before heading back to the dorms to find out his own room and who his roommate would be.
---K---Z---
Zisteau eventually reached his dorm room. What he’d brought with him was already put in there, all there was left was to find out who his roommate is. He tried to unlock the door, but it turns out his roommate was already there. Upon opening the door, Zisteau steadied himself with a deep breath.
He entered the room and closed the door behind him. The room was actually empty of other human life and so he took the change to survey the room. The door led into a small room, the start having the walls uncomfortably close, as if the architects were trying to create another very short corridor within the room. He stepped further into the room to get a better view of the room.
The wall to his right continued straight to the corner, whilst the left turned off to reach another corner. There were two beds opposite the left wall, each with a small bedside table. A comfortable looking couch was against the back wall, while there was a desk on the far left that had things already placed on it. One of the items was instantly recognisable to Zisteau.
Those strange sunglasses with the two different lenses. He approached the desk to make sure he wasn’t just imagining things.
As Zisteau was looking at the glasses, the door opened and Kurt entered. Zisteau turned around to face the shy boy, whose eyes widened as they caught each other’s eye.
“Hey there.” Zisteau greeted the boy with the same words and smile he used in the library earlier.
Kurt turned his eyes away and walked over to the right bed, perching himself on the very edge though he didn’t relax at all. His voice was so quiet; Zisteau was barely able to hear it, “Hi.”
The standing boy’s smile softened and he reclined on the other bed. “At least we sort of know each other, right?” A small nod was his only reply, “I never gave you my name.” He held out his hand, “Zisteau. Nice to meet you properly, Kurt.”
Due to the extra emphasis on his name, the quiet boy’s cheeks were covered in the same light blush from before yet he still shook the other boy’s hand. A tiny smile made its way on Kurt’s face as he pulled away, but it quickly was out of Zisteau’s range of sight as he turned his head away.
Zisteau smiled again and turned away himself, to occupy himself with unpacking – which Kurt seemed to have already done. Taking another glance at him, Zisteau only just noticed that Kurt’s t-shirt showed off a long and intricate tattoo that took over his entire left arm. He took a moment to admire it before going back to sorting out his clothing into the drawers of the nightstand.
Once he’d finished, Zisteau looked back up and met Kurt’s gaze again. He flushed and turned away again. It was awkward, yet endearing. Zisteau would just have to try and break through Kurt’s personally set up barrier.
Suddenly, he yawned. Zisteau decided he’d start breaking down that barrier tomorrow, when he was fully rested. He was determined to get closer; not only because of the fact they were to be roommates for a few years to come, but because he found this want to be friends with this strange boy. Maybe he was even attracted to him, but it was too early to tell.
Yawning again, Zisteau lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, ‘Tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow.’ were his last thoughts before he drifted into sleep.
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 12:59 am (UTC)Words that are coherent are nice too. I need to go find words.
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 01:09 am (UTC)(thanks)
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 01:24 am (UTC)I have to ask, are you going to continue this, or is it just a one-off thing?
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 01:29 am (UTC)I'll have to think about more chapters for this, I guess - if I had to think of something - it would be like Katawa Shoujo (if you watch Millbee's playthrough) and Hisao trying to get closer to Hanako...
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 02:42 am (UTC)Adorable fic, I love Team Single Malt Scotch! :D <3
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 06:27 am (UTC)It's makes me happy *rolles around with neko*
^_^ is zisteau really shorter than Kurt? I always imagined him to be only barely taller
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 06:51 am (UTC)A note in a book? I couldn't imagine Kurt being any other way!
I love this. Seriously love it.
I need to lie down from the amazingness.
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 09:56 am (UTC)Please write more of this verse!! <333
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 12:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 12:22 pm (UTC)Team SMS is so cutesy~
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 12:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 12:28 pm (UTC)I think it's cute when the taller one in the relationship is the shyer one x3 I just imagine Kurt being that kind of lanky tall where it's just awkward, it's also awkward how he's taller than almost everyone else :3
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 12:29 pm (UTC)The note is rather flirty though, don't you think? It's the perfect Kurt flirty though - not so flirty that it's overt, but it's still quite obvious.
Aww!! Thank you~! <3
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 12:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 12:56 pm (UTC)its like, 'boom! thats my name, heres my number, sorry i'm quiet now let me run away and hide until we randomly pass each other in the hallway and then you find me staring at you all the time'
If I make any sense at all. xD
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 01:21 pm (UTC)AHH! CUTECUTECUTE!!
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 08:35 pm (UTC)thank you for the answer whatever it may be!
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Date: Saturday, July 13th, 2013 08:41 pm (UTC)If I continue, I think the classes will just be named 'class' or 'periods' so that I can just jump over that bit and people can put their own things in there :3
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Date: Sunday, July 14th, 2013 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, July 15th, 2013 12:52 am (UTC)Also, I finally decided to make a dreamwidth account. I've been lurking here for quite a while. So, hi guys!
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Date: Monday, July 15th, 2013 12:54 am (UTC)Greetings!! Nice to meet a lurker ^3^