Jackson Orako's Story

Sayuri

"Need a reason to love!"

Sayuri skid to a stop as she heard his shout, and the following thud of his answer. She almost tripped in her hurry to stop, then spun around, her hand firmly holding down the turtle. She raised a brow at him, snorting at his theatrics.

"Ouch! it hurts! Damn it, it hurts like hell!"

She snorted again in amusement before moving over beside his writhing body. She grabbed a stray stick and crouched before him,her arms on her knees and Greg on her head, looking at him with a laughing expression. She lifted the stick, stopped him with a hand to his shoulder, and easily began to poke his arm. "You do realize I'm not buying it, right? I can see right through you. If you're going to try and make me fall in love with you, deception isn't the key, dummy. Besides, you may be a good actor to everyone else, but to me, I can see right through it," she said with a smirk.

She flung the stick away and went down to her knees beside him, smiling down at his face. She gently pulled Greg from her hair and settled him on his master's chest. "So, you need a reason to love huh?" she asked incredulously. She leaned down and, tucking her hair behind her ear, gently kissed him. She then leaned back up and smiled sweetly down at him. "I'm sorry you fell and hit your face," she said, lifting her thumb to gently wipe away a thin trail of blood that had begun down from the corner of his lips, "But I know you were faking it."

Kyou

"Hello Hilly, my name is Christian Orako. I'm a friend of Kyou, and thank you for complimenting my hair. Look, and I'll show you magic."

Kyou quirked up a brow, smiling as Christian crouched to the girl's level, so he was looking evenly with Hilly. She barely caught the last part, which he had leaned in close to whisper in the little girl's ear, but she pretended not to hear and gave them a puzzled look. She watched as Christian lifted his hand, which had no glove on it, and slowly the air grew colder. Kyou cast a nervous look around them to make sure that no one had noticed, then turned back, only to find a beautifully sculpted ice bird in his palm. He held it out to Hilly, who's mouth had opened in a silent 'O' of awe, and Kyou smiled.

"It's so pretty! How'd you do that?" she squealed in delight, placing Sandy in her lap. She eagerly snatched up the bird and held it up near her face, before placing it on the table beside her bed, due to it being too cold for her to hold. She turned back to Christian and stared at him in what could only be admiration. "Can you teach me how to do that?"

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"I'll stop by tomorrow to see you all. I'll bring treats," Kyou called into the room. A chorus of tired goodbyes were her answer, and she led Christian from the room. It was time for the children to take their afternoon naps, and Kyou was more then happy to make sure they did so that they would become well sooner then normal.

She made her way down the hallway until they reached the elevators, where she then stopped to wait for it to appear after she pressed the button. "So what did you think of the children?" she asked, leaning back against the wall beside the elevator, her hands behind her bottom as she peered up at him. "I have the rest of my day free. I was supposed to meet my best friend, Sayuri, to work on a project, but she texted me earlier saying she was running late and wouldn't be able to work on it today," she explained. "Is there anywhere else I can take you to?" she offered, palming her wallet. "I have to stop by the library and check out some books for school, and then I was going to go to a local restaurant for lunch. Why don't I treat you to some food, seeing as you're new here?" she asked, smiling at him. "So long as you're willing to put up with sitting in the library for a little while," she warned.

"I don't suppose you got what I've said, but..." He said, as he slowly got up, face sideways to Sayuri. "But what I said was that I don't need a reason to love. Never did, never gonna." He smiled. His forehead was red, but it seemed as if the pain never actually occurred to him, only his face to the ground, eyes open, and looking at the floor rather dumbly. He raised his hand and pulled backk his sleeve, revealing a plain black watch. "Isn't it time for the school to finish?" He asked, question on his face. Since he was home tutored, it never occurred to him when the school will end, but at one point he was very curious. He wondered that time, that if he would to really succeed in escaping the place he were and goes to a school, he would plan out how to use his time at this 'school' and not waste a single second. He would always ask his teacher about it, but he never really told him. He always avoid the subject but one day he finally gave in. It was something rather vague, and Jackson couldn't really make out what it was, nor really remember it. Now it would suffice just asking Sayuri, since she goes to one and it wouldn't be weird to ask the school times and all.

Kyou

"It was enjoyable to speak with them and I felt a bit reluctant to leave, but sleeping is important for them to recover. I don't really know of much places, and you can guess why. I don't mind, since I enjoy reading books myself. It helps me keep up with the local events, and there is the occasional good author. As for lunch, I would enjoy being treated to lunch."

Kyou stepped into the elevator as it opened, waited for Christian to enter, then pressed the bottom floor level. She smiled up at him, unnaturally happy for once in her life. There was something about him ... She shook the thought off and slipped her arm through his, almost on instinct, and tugged him out of the elevator as they arrived at the first floor. "Don't worry, I wouldn't take you somewhere you'd hate. Besides, I have pretty good taste in food," she added.

She released his arm and suddenly moved ahead of him, turning around to grin back at him. "I'm glad you like books. If you didn't, I'd probably have to slap you upside the head," she warned, but her smile took the edge off of her threat. She then moved back over to him and grabbed his arm again, waving goodbye to the woman at the front desk, who respond with a slightly-shocked expression and a slight wave in return.

Once they were outside the hospital, Kyou turned to face him. "Library first, lunch second," she told him, already starting down the sidewalk. Light suddenly dawned on her face and she spun around to him. "I just realized something. You said you enjoy books, but seeing as you're new here, you probably don't have a library card, do you?" she asked, her eyes a bit wide. She broke into another smile. She honestly had never thought she was capable of smiling so much. "Don't worry, I'll help you get one."

Sayuri

Sayuri lifted her hand and brushed his hair back from his forehead, gently so as not to bother the irritated spot there, and gently kissed his forehead. "I still don't understand why me of all people," she said with a smirk. She leaned back and smiled at him. "And no, it isn't. It's Saturday, silly. There's no school on Saturday," she said, clucking her tongue at him. She pushed herself up from the ground, reaching down to pick up Greg. She set Greg on her head and helped Jackson up, smiling up at him, having to look through her hair since it had been pushed down and into her face by Greg. "Hm, you're a weird one, Jackson," she said, laughing. She took his hand and wrapped his arm around her, leaning her head against his shoulder yet keeping it balanced so Greg wouldn't fall, and she played with his fingers as she began to walk.

"I just need to finish up some student council stuff," she told him as she reached the school. She removed his arm and made her way inside the school, led the way down several hallways and up two flights of stairs, before stopping beside a locker. She spun a code in then popped it open and removed her bag, tossed it inside, snatched out a few notebooks and binders, plus some pencils and her keys, then slammed the locker shut and turned back to him. "I have a meeting to go to," she said, tucking a pencil behind her ear, some hair falling into her face in the process. She momentarily ignored it. "You can come with if you want," she offered. "But you have to be quiet, since you aren't on the council," she ordered, reaching up and removing Greg, holding him out to Jackson, and more hair falling into her face.

"Sure! I'd like to observe this 'council' of yours." He asked, with sarcasm in his voice yet smiling so brightly. He followed behind her, humming the same song he had hummed before. It was the song his mother used to sang to him when he was young as a lullaby. Other people thought it was rather hard to listen, but to him, it was like song that had been burnt deeply into his mind with only one time. Ever since then, he loved that song like it was what made him today.

As they walked, Jackson purposely walked a pace slower than her, and behind her, he grabbed the hair, gently and softly, then he smelled the hair for a moment then placed it back down. "You know, I've never noticed, but your hair smells very nice." He asked, trying to ask an obvious question. Her hair fell onto his face so many times, that he somehow got used to that scent. Almost to the point like a dog. He somehow is able to track her scent through the ground, but it will be very faint.

Kyou

"U-u-um, o-okay."

Odd, he doesn’t seem to be the one to stammer and become embarrassed … Kyou shrugged off the thoughts, just brushing his momentary loss of perfect control off as him adjusting to Earth. Geez, even the thought of having a … What would I call him … And extraterrestrial perhaps … No, he’s not at all like an alien. She rolled her shoulders and smiled up at him. “You can trust me,” she reassured him, leading him in the direction of the library.

"Okay, that seems fine."

Fixing a skeptical look on Christian, she studied him for several long moments, before nodding a little. “You should talk more,” she said quietly, looking at him through her lashes, a light pink tinting her cheeks. Something about him caused an odd stirring to begin in her stomach. Her heart skipped a bit at the way he looked at her, and she flushed even more, averting her gaze quickly. “I like your voice. It’s … Pleasant,” she told him, a bit awkwardly, before she turned and began to walk again, keeping her arm in his.

"Thank you, I don't know if I can make it through getting a library card on my own."

She cleared her throat. Stop it, Kyou. I know exactly what you’re doing. You’re developing a little school-girl’s crush on him. Well, that won’t do! You don’t need anyone, not even a handsome Winter spirit … Guy … Oh, yes, he was definitely a guy, definitely a man. And so, so sweet … No! She mentally slapped herself. Enough! Even if you weren’t, well, you, there wouldn’t be any possible way for you two to be together. He’s from a completely different world – literally – and no doubt is some sort of prince over there, who isn’t interested in being together with some stupid, little, powerless, weak human-being.

With a slightly melancholy look on her face, Kyou stopped before the library and released his arm. “Well, here’s the library. I’ll help you with the card, and then I’ll let you pick out some books, seeing as I need to find some books for myself,” she told him, making her way up the stairs, her hand clasped easily around his wrist.

Once inside, she pulled him over before the front desk, offering the librarian a smile. “I would like to help my friend register for a library card,” Kyou informed her. The librarian nodded, rifled through some papers, and then passed them to her. Kyou nodded and accepted the papers, then took his hand and dragged him over to a table. “Help me fill these out, and you’ll be good,” she ordered, sliding her chair over so it was almost touching his, and when they sat, they would end up brushing sides. She flipped out two pens and passed one to him, before picking her own up with her left hand. She began to write in a perfect scrawl across the paper, filling out what she knew about him for him, but forging a bit of the information so he wouldn’t be discovered as the … Alien? … That he was.

Sayuri

"Sure! I'd like to observe this 'council' of yours."

Sayuri feigned insult, placing her hand over her heart and stopping before him, sticking out her lower lip. "That hurts, that hurts right here," she sniffled a little, wiping at fake tears. She smiled and turned back around, picking her way easily in the direction of the room that her meeting would be held in. "No sarcasm is needed, but it really is a council," she insisted with a pout. "You meanie ..." she mumbled.

She paused again, however, when she felt her hair lifted and heard his intake of breath. She turned a bit so she could look at him with a raised brow, her hair still in his hand. He finally released it and it fell back down to her waist. "You know, I've never noticed, but your hair smells very nice," he commented, almost sheepishly. Sayuri smiled and let out a laugh, shaking her head at him. "Jackson ... You are the oddest person I have ever have the fortune of meeting," she said with a soft giggle.

With a slight smirk, she moved over to him and lifted her hand, curling her fingers into his shirt. She pulled him down so his face was almost touching hers, her hand relaxing and smoothing up and around his neck. "But thank you for the compliment," she murmured. She gently kissed him, drawing the kiss out for several moments, before she finally broke it. "I really need to get to that meeting," she informed him, stepping back and taking his hand in hers. She turned to a door they stood before, opened it, and led him through, an obvious changing going over her personality.

"I apologize for my late arrival, but I was held up assisting a potential new student in learning information about the school and the campus. If you all don't mind, he would like to sit in and watch how the Student Council works. His name is Jackson Orako, and I expect you all to treat him with the utmost respect and kindness," she warned, moving over to the pedestal that stood in front of the small group of people, who sat in the front row of desks in the room.

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It wasn't until around a half an hour later that the council meeting ended. Sayuri had managed to grant the funding of a new language club that had wished to form. She had also led the decisions on the school events days, the funding of them, and the events of the days leading up to the said large events. Many other things had been covered; however, these were the most prominent details.

Sayuri stood at the front of the classroom, organizing the papers that were now strewn across the pedestal and the table beside her, the rest of the council members already gone. She glanced up at Jackson and smiled. "What did you think?" she asked, obviously eager to hear his answer, hoping that she had impressed him. Suddenly, her expression grew puzzled. "I have a question. So, is your original name Spring then? And if so, would you like it if I called you Spring when we're alone?"

"Yeah, I guess that's pretty much about it, so yeah. Call me Spring if you want when nobody's around. I don't mind." He smiled brightly, as he took a look around the room. The room was comfortable, and it wasn't as cramp as his room back at his place. "This 'Student Council' of yours sounds really good. I like it!" He answered Sayuri, who was eagerly waiting for his answer. He quickly took a quick glance at the door again, as if awaiting someone to come in, but it was just one of his habit; to look into a door and imagine someone walking in through the door. Then for a moment he stopped and turned back his towards Sayuri. "I would like to join this school of yours and after that, I'll need to find myself an apartment to live in." He said, considering that even he still needs a place to live in. You don't expect to sleep in the streets and not feel bad about it. Well, if Sayuri wants, then that's another story.

Sayuri

"Yeah, I guess that's pretty much about it, so yeah. Call me Spring if you want when nobody's around. I don't mind.”

Sayuri finished grabbing all her papers and moved over to the desk beside him to organize them. She moved it closer to his desk so the two were touching and therefore it would give her more room to organize the papers. “I really do like that name. It’s an odd name to have here, but … It’s nice,” she said with a warm smile up at him. She turned back to her papers and rifled through him, in an attempt to put them together according to subject.

”This 'Student Council' of yours sounds really good. I like it!”

She paused in her organization to beam up at him. “I’m happy that you like it. I love this club. I’m Student Body President, after all. Why would I do something that I don’t love?” she asked, letting her head fall to rest on his shoulder as she turned back to her papers. She heaved a soft sigh and leaned up long enough to slip them into her bag, before resting her head on his shoulder again, closing her eyes, and slipping her arm through his.

”I would like to join this school of yours and after that, I'll need to find myself an apartment to live in." “

A small smile lifted to her features. “I’m glad … Really glad …” she murmured. She sat like that for several moments, content just to be near him.
It’s silly that I could fall for someone in such a short time … I must be going nuts …

She jerked up as she realized that she had begun to fall asleep, lifted her hand and rubbed at her eyes, and gave him a sheepish grin. “Whoops,” she said, turning her face to nuzzle his throat. “So, if you’re Spring, and your parents are the Moon and the Sun, then who are Winter, Autumn, and Summer? Are they male? Female? Are they your siblings then?” she asked, her curiosity evident. She leaned back and took both his hands between hers, looking at him eagerly. “I want to know everything. Please tell me, Spring,” she practically begged.

Kyou

"Oh? Thank you, Kyou. I'll try to speak more than if that is the case."

Why was he talking like that? It was the same gentle, calm voice he’d used with Hilly. It made her feel … Childish and … Extremely unimportant. She definitely didn’t feel as special as she had before, having had his full attention and his laughing, smiling, and kind voice. She huffed a little and moved in her chair to get comfortable, brushing against his side. Her heart stopped at the contact, and she froze, her eyes widening a little as small bolts of electricity shot through her. Biting down on her lip, she forced herself to move and return to helping him fill out the paper.

"Sure, but I guess I'm going to have to use an Alias.”

She managed to let out a burst of laughter. “No, really Christian?” she asked jokingly, her lips quirking up into an extremely amused smile. She shook her head at him. “You’re different,” she said, smiling as she turned back to the papers. They were going through this surprisingly quickly, and she found that they were almost done.

"I'm completely strange. I was stammering like a fool due to embarrassment a minute ago, but now I'm acting completely different. This is strangely fun."

She finished off the last of the information. Now all he had to do was sign it. However, she went quiet when he spoke, a puzzled look lifting to her expression.

“I agree that you’re strange, but why were you embarrassed? I was wondering why you were stammering before, but I didn’t say anything. Mind telling me why you were embarrassed?” she asked, leaning back in her chair to look at him, her brows raised. “I don’t see why you would be,” she shook her head. “You are a strange on, Christian,” she said, leaning forward to grab the papers, brushing her hair back from her face and bumping him in the nose in the process. She shot back up, her hands thrown before her. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you,” she apologized frantically. “Is your nose okay?”

“I really do like that name. It’s an odd name to have here, but … It’s nice,”

"I'm glad that you think that it's nice." He said, turning his smile to her. He felt as if he was in a dream, although he knows perfectly well not, but these moments were one of the times where he thought he would never get. Sayuri's attempt to organize the papers had hypnotized him, making him figure how can she do something that difficult, but nonetheless, he snapped back to reality to continue his answer. 'Supposedly, Spring was supposed to be named after the personality of our mother; the loving and cheery side, which explained why I was like this, and I was born towards the same personality and takes after my mother with Fall. Although I have no idea where he is now." He said, scratching the back of his head, still trying to figure out where his brothers had escaped.

“I’m happy that you like it. I love this club. I’m Student Body President, after all. Why would I do something that I don’t love?”

She tucked her arms under him, and rested her head on his shoulders. He quickly giggled, and drummed his fingers on the table. She was right. Why would someone do something they don't like if they didn't like it in the first place? That's another question that had Jackson wondering every time. He particularly likes anything, whether it be a garbage or a dead body. Well, maybe not the latter, but you get the idea. Except that and a gloomy person. He never liked dark gloomy peoples. It just defies his personality. "I agree." He smiled beaming back Sayuri.

“So, if you’re Spring, and your parents are the Moon and the Sun, then who are Winter, Autumn, and Summer? Are they male? Female? Are they your siblings then?” she asked, her curiosity evident. She leaned back and took both his hands between hers, looking at him eagerly. “I want to know everything. Please tell me, Spring,” she practically begged.

He quickly attempted to remember the answers to her question. This was quite unexpected but who cares. Jackson will answer any question for her. He shuffled through the memories, and most of the answers he needed were already scavenged, and now he just needs to piece them together with words. "Those three, are my brothers. Christian Orako, the Winter. He is a bit like me, seeing as we both like to sleep, and when we're awake, we would do different things to kill the free times we might have." He said, thinking the times where he and Christian would sometimes argue about trivial things like the differences of the books they read. But it will either be ended with an apology from Jackson, or the two other brothers settle the things down for them.

"Then comes Nickolas. He's the childish one of the group, and also the one that plays string instruments. Well, I don't really know what's that, but I think it's nice?" He thought, as the plays of Nickolas's instruments never really got into him. He's just not that interested in it. "Well, we can be both the same childish, but I'm just cheery... I think?" Question marks keeps on appearing in his head, and all he did was push them all away and will find answers for it until later.

"Then finally, Alexander. Well, at times, he can be really, really, hot headed, and would mostly rush things without other people's consents. A natural leader, some calls him, but I think he's just being nice. Because he only rushed things when it involves his friends or us." He smiled nervously, and tried to remember anything he forgot to add in. "Well, that's about it about them. If you want to know more, I suggest you get to know them. Because I really don't know how to explain in words of how awesome and loving my brothers is." He said, his smile brightly shone back to Sayuri. "I really, really love them!"