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writetomyheart2015-12-31 08:48 am
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[Team Three] Tick, Tick, Tick
Was thinking about Harry Potter and such the other day, and had an idea for HS7 centered story set in an all-boys boarding school. It actually has nothing to do with Harry Potter or magic though. This is just the beginning :)
The four of them went back upstairs as quickly and as quietly as they could. The old staircase creaked under the weight of four sets of feet, but by now, they already knew which steps were the loudest and to avoid those. Well, almost. Keito forgot about the second stair from the top and Yuto watched as Chinen reached out but wasn’t fast enough to grab his arm and stop him. The almost hundred year old wood groaned under the weight of his feet and Keito immediately leapt up to the top step, eyes wide open at his mistake.
“That was loud enough to wake the whole school,” Yuto muttered as they continued their escape down the hallway back towards their rooms.
“It wasn’t that loud,” Yamada hissed back. He patted Keito’s shoulder as the other boy hastily whispered “I’m sorry” a few times.
Chinen waved his hand to silence them all. “Quiet! Someone’s coming this way.”
Yuto was about to whisper a suggestion of what to do, but Yamada cut him off with an “I know a shortcut!” and then dashed off down the darkened corridor in the direction opposite of their dorm rooms. Yuto frowned but followed the rest of them anyway.
Yamada lead them past countless closed doors, leading to places Yuto never usually wandered to during the day. Their school was big and they were freshmen, only a few months into the school year. Still leading the way, Yamada slowed down a bit now that it seemed like they were far enough away from anyone who could catch them roaming the hallways after hours. Yuto glanced up at another staircase to climb and noticed that everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. Keito muffled a sneeze into the crook of his elbow as the four of them slowly made their way up to the top of this stairway Yuto had never seen before.
Inside was just a plain and simple room, also covered in a thick layer of dust, with the only furnishings inside being an old bookshelf and a majestic old grandfather clock. Tick, tick, tick. There was only one window and no other door.
“Not much of a shortcut,” Chinen laughed quietly.
Yamada looked confused. “Actually, this isn’t where I was planning on going. Must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.” He shrugged and walked over to inspect the clock that was taller than him.
Yuto rolled his eyes. At the moment, he was regretting joining the three of them on this little adventure. It had seemed like a fun idea at first to sneak out after curfew. It wasn’t often that he actually hung out with his roommate Chinen and their neighbors in the next room, Yamada and Keito. Yuto preferred to be alone with his camera, taking pictures of the school’s scenery and candids of his classmates. But Chinen had insisted that this would be as fun as the last few times, so instead of sleeping soundly in his bed, Yuto was in this dead-end room to nowhere. He felt out of place. He felt a bit like he didn’t belong with their group.
“What’s this?” Keito said as he reached down by the bookcase and pulled out an old tattered notebook that had been wedged between the shelf and the wall.
“Looks like it’s been stashed away here a long time,” Yamada said as they all gathered around Keito’s find for further inspection. The edges of the yellowed paper curled up as if it was trying to hide away all the secrets inside. Yuto guessed that the paper must have been brittle since Keito was gingerly holding it away from his body, like he was waiting for it to disintegrate at any moment.
“Best Adventures?” Chinen read out loud. “What a lame title for a book.”
Yamada was about to speak, but Yuto cut him off by pointing to the number scribbled in the top right corner. “There’s a date on it.” The other three gasped at the year written on the paper.
“Wow, that’s over 75 years ago,” Chinen said. He carefully took the notebook from Keito’s hands. “We should read it.”
For a moment, Yuto thought about suggesting they head back to their rooms, go to sleep for a few hours, and forget about it for the time being. But even if he wanted to, he didn’t know how to get back to his room from this part of the school, and he couldn’t deny that curiosity was nagging him ever so slightly. What was this book that had been left behind for decades?
Chinen picked out a spot on the floor he deemed to be the least dusty, and then settled down to begin reading out loud. The only other sound that accompanied his voice was the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock.
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The four of them went back upstairs as quickly and as quietly as they could. The old staircase creaked under the weight of four sets of feet, but by now, they already knew which steps were the loudest and to avoid those. Well, almost. Keito forgot about the second stair from the top and Yuto watched as Chinen reached out but wasn’t fast enough to grab his arm and stop him. The almost hundred year old wood groaned under the weight of his feet and Keito immediately leapt up to the top step, eyes wide open at his mistake.
“That was loud enough to wake the whole school,” Yuto muttered as they continued their escape down the hallway back towards their rooms.
“It wasn’t that loud,” Yamada hissed back. He patted Keito’s shoulder as the other boy hastily whispered “I’m sorry” a few times.
Chinen waved his hand to silence them all. “Quiet! Someone’s coming this way.”
Yuto was about to whisper a suggestion of what to do, but Yamada cut him off with an “I know a shortcut!” and then dashed off down the darkened corridor in the direction opposite of their dorm rooms. Yuto frowned but followed the rest of them anyway.
Yamada lead them past countless closed doors, leading to places Yuto never usually wandered to during the day. Their school was big and they were freshmen, only a few months into the school year. Still leading the way, Yamada slowed down a bit now that it seemed like they were far enough away from anyone who could catch them roaming the hallways after hours. Yuto glanced up at another staircase to climb and noticed that everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. Keito muffled a sneeze into the crook of his elbow as the four of them slowly made their way up to the top of this stairway Yuto had never seen before.
Inside was just a plain and simple room, also covered in a thick layer of dust, with the only furnishings inside being an old bookshelf and a majestic old grandfather clock. Tick, tick, tick. There was only one window and no other door.
“Not much of a shortcut,” Chinen laughed quietly.
Yamada looked confused. “Actually, this isn’t where I was planning on going. Must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.” He shrugged and walked over to inspect the clock that was taller than him.
Yuto rolled his eyes. At the moment, he was regretting joining the three of them on this little adventure. It had seemed like a fun idea at first to sneak out after curfew. It wasn’t often that he actually hung out with his roommate Chinen and their neighbors in the next room, Yamada and Keito. Yuto preferred to be alone with his camera, taking pictures of the school’s scenery and candids of his classmates. But Chinen had insisted that this would be as fun as the last few times, so instead of sleeping soundly in his bed, Yuto was in this dead-end room to nowhere. He felt out of place. He felt a bit like he didn’t belong with their group.
“What’s this?” Keito said as he reached down by the bookcase and pulled out an old tattered notebook that had been wedged between the shelf and the wall.
“Looks like it’s been stashed away here a long time,” Yamada said as they all gathered around Keito’s find for further inspection. The edges of the yellowed paper curled up as if it was trying to hide away all the secrets inside. Yuto guessed that the paper must have been brittle since Keito was gingerly holding it away from his body, like he was waiting for it to disintegrate at any moment.
“Best Adventures?” Chinen read out loud. “What a lame title for a book.”
Yamada was about to speak, but Yuto cut him off by pointing to the number scribbled in the top right corner. “There’s a date on it.” The other three gasped at the year written on the paper.
“Wow, that’s over 75 years ago,” Chinen said. He carefully took the notebook from Keito’s hands. “We should read it.”
For a moment, Yuto thought about suggesting they head back to their rooms, go to sleep for a few hours, and forget about it for the time being. But even if he wanted to, he didn’t know how to get back to his room from this part of the school, and he couldn’t deny that curiosity was nagging him ever so slightly. What was this book that had been left behind for decades?
Chinen picked out a spot on the floor he deemed to be the least dusty, and then settled down to begin reading out loud. The only other sound that accompanied his voice was the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock.
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