Date: Tue, 28 Jan 2003 00:54:37 +1100 (EST)
From: Saitoh Hajime <silvershadowedsoul@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: A School without memories

This story contains homosexual themes and may include descriptions of
sexual acts. If it is against the law in your country to read this or if
you find this material offensive please discontinue reading now. All
characters portrayed in this fiction are fictional (bet that comes as a
surprise) any semblance of a real person is purely accidental (unless its
of me. But I did that on purpose and I gave myself permission). If none of
this bothers you or is illegal for you to read then read on and hopefully
enjoy.


Sunlight streamed in the window as I opened my eyes and found myself, once
again, alone.

I had been one of the oldest children in a large family. There were 12 of
us in all plus my parents. I was used to noise and company. So in some ways
silence became a friend of mine, a rarity that was to be treasured. In a
family that size secrets were few and so I became an incredible liar. I was
never caught. Not even my parents or siblings could catch me out. I had
spent extraordinary amounts of time train myself not to leave any tell tale
signs. I didn't blink, nor make fists, nor get nervous. I was the perfect
liar. And so it was that a year ago I managed to convince my parents that
sitting above the wheel in our car (well a bus really) hurt my leg. Of
course this was a lie but it gave me the entire back seat of the car to
myself. In a way this was a good thing but now as I look back sometimes I
wish it had never happened for as we drove on our way to the beach for a
holiday our car was involved in a crash. I awoke several hours later in a
hospital bed scratched and bruised with my leg in a cast wires seemed to
protrude from all parts of me and into several machines. Now that I was
conscious the doctors started to wean my off the morphine. So it was not
until several days later that I learnt that I was alone. My parents were
both only children, I had no cousins or aunts or uncles. My overly large
family was meant to reestablish the family name to keep it from dying
out. Now I was all that was left. The sole benefactor of the estate I was
now ridiculously rich. What had been comfortable money for a family of 14
was phenomenal wealth for a 15 years old boy by himself. While half the
funds were locked in shares at request from my parents will. My fortune
grew and I sold the house and purchased a luxury apartment afraid to live
with the memories of my family. As the year passed I sank further and
further into myself, ignoring others I excelled at school but became less
and less of a social being. Eventually even my old friends stopped trying
to talk to me. The court forced a psychiatrist on me but I just told him
lies and ignored all his "helpful hints". And so I found myself awakening
on my 16th birthday almost one year and three months after the accident and
finally starting at a new school, a school without memories.

Slowly I rolled out of bed and stretched my small frame silhouetted in the
curtains surrounding the bed. While I was 16 (for the last 7 hours anyway)
I had yet to start puberty. I wasn't worried surely when I started
everything would be fine I had read some people started late so it didn't
bother me. My psychiatrist was more worried but after I told him that what
I did in bed was my own business he assumed everything was "normal" and
left me alone. I walked across my room through my wardrobe, into my
bathroom and down into the floor level bath. The bath was set to fill up at
6:50am so the water was perfect. As I let the warm water slowly awaken me
my muscles relaxed after a night of fitful sleep. I don't know why I have
to curl into such a tight ball at night but it's the only way to sleep and
in the end it all works out so I never worried over it. After soaping,
shampooing, etc I rose from the bath and dried myself off in my white
bathrobe. It was old and big with patches of colour all over it where it
had accidentally been put through the wash with non-whites but it was mine
and had been since my dad had gotten a new one when I was 10. It was one of
my few old possessions. Awake and dressed (well sort of) it was time for
some food. Cereal was in order, as I didn't feel like getting dressed and
eating on the way to school, besides what could beat weet-bix with sugar
and milk and coffee. Finishing breakfast I switched on the cartoons as I
started to get changed. Long black slacks and a black undershirt over which
went a light long sleeved white cotton shirt. This gave a weird effect to
the shirt but it looked nice and over it all went the black blazer with the
school emblem over it. "Sebastian's" the school was named after its founder
and was meant to be a school of quality not quantity. The uniforms were
provided and the fees were based on a percentage of income. Provided you
could get grades good enough for entrance the school could be one of the
most expensive or the cheapest school in the city. Finally dressed I left
the building and started the three blocks walk to the school.

That was the other major attraction of this school to me it was only three
blocks away so I didn't have to hire a chauffeur or a taxi for the lift
everyday nor did I have to ride a bike which would probably be stolen. I
wondered into the school and followed the signs to the auditorium. After
the usual greetings by the principal we were sent off to different classes
to get our timetables. "10th grade surnames F through to I go to room b12"
As the principal finished speaking I arose with the others and followed the
crowd into the room b12. After a brief introduction the teacher handed us
all our student diaries with our timetables printed in them. As was usual
with most schools a map of the school could be found at the back I located
myself and my next two classes just as the teacher announced that we would
start in second period due to the extended assembly. I moved through the
next class, morning break and the two following classes until I came to
lunch break. First I mistakenly followed the crowd into the yard and then
had to backtrack to the tuck shop using my map, I grabbed two sausage
rolls, a coke and a mars and head back out to the schoolyard where I found
a seat under a tree. After devouring my sausage rolls sat quietly reading
my book "The Legend of Nightfall" when suddenly I was jerked back to
reality by a thump and a shadow falling over me.

As I looked up I saw a tall blonde boy grinning at me his emerald eyes
blazing with energy. "Hey hey" he begins extending a hand "the names Dal. I
saw you in maths class and then when I saw you here reading by yourself I
just had to come and visit." Taking his hand I replied as I looked up at
him a strange tingling ran through me

"Hi. My name is Yosev" the sensation continued I was relaxed and yet
nervous at the same time this was the first non-essential conversation I
had had in ages.

"Great to meet you Joseph." I opened my mouth to correct my name but he
continued on "All my friends were seniors last year and so they've all
left. Of course I know others in our grade but when I came out here to find
some people to talk to and a new "group" to join I saw you and realized
that we could start a new group of our own. Sure it would just be us
initially but as we move through the year we'll pick up others I mean you
seem like a great guy and I hardly know you. As people get to know you they
will join us and we will rise to power and rule this school with an iron
fist." I couldn't help but laugh as he struck a pose of a tyrannical
king. "And a sense of humour you get better the longer I talk to you. Your
not all looks and good taste in authors you have a sense of humour too." I
started to turn red which only seemed to please Dal more "Excellent and
your innocent. That'll attract the girls. Who'll attract the boys. World
conquest here we come!" The bell rang and we both rose "What you got next
Joseph?" reaching for my diary which I had brought in case I got lost again
I flicked through it and answered Dal

"Ummm English then physics."

"Cool I have physics last. They usually only have one class in year 10
which means we'll be in it together. I'll see you then." With a wave good
bye he rushed off to his next class. I couldn't help but smile at his
antics he stood a good foot taller then my paltry 4'9" but his exuberance
made him seem like such a child. I dreaded the way I felt about him the
weird tingling sensation, the stupid way I almost instinctively trusted him
but most of all I feared the way I couldn't wait till 6th period to see him
again. I had gone so long without human contact. I liked being alone. I
didn't have my brothers and sisters or my parents but theirs was an
unfillable void. Or so I had thought till Dal filled it to overflowing. So
I entered my last two classes distracted. The work was easy though so I
mechanically did it all the while pondering the problem of Dal. As I
entered the lab in 6th period, the dreaded period, the anticipated period I
found myself faced with only the teacher and three other students. No
Dal. At the teachers gesture I found a seat midway in the classroom and
started arranging my books when suddenly a leg bumped mine and Dal squeezed
into the chair next to me. "Hey Joseph how was English?" I heard Dal's
question but couldn't respond. When he sat down his leg had bumped mine we
were now sitting with our legs pushed up against each other. I can't
describe the feeling that came over me. It was fear. It was horror. It was
ecstasy. I fainted.

 A thousand pinpricks stabbed into me as I awoke on the floor "ahhhhhh" my
cry attracted the teacher from directing a fellow student to wet a
cloth. "Oh good you're awake. Never mind with the cloth Chris. I think I'll
send you to sick bay though its not often students faint in physics
especially before we even start. Yes Dal take him to sick bay then come
back you can take him his work at the end of the lesson." And so I found
myself being helped to sick bay by the cause of my embarrassing
collapse. "Ok here we are Joseph. I better get going though see you in 45
minutes." I spent the next 45 minutes lying on a bed as the school nurse
took my temperature and asked me about diabetes and tried as hard as she
could to work out why I fainted. I of course was no help there was no way I
was telling her it was because of Dal. In the end I think she put it down
to stress "Starting at a new school on your birthday...all that past
tragedy...probably all alone...no one to celebrate with...yes definitely
stress." "Thanks" I thought, "I really needed to be reminded about that" I
closed my eyes and tried to ignore her and sleep. I succeeded in laying
there quietly for the rest of the period until Dal turned up with another
bang. "I'm Back! Yosev! Why didn't you correct me? I had no idea who the
teacher was talking about when he told me to grab Yosev's books and
homework. Anyway right to go" I grabbed my books from Dal and walked with
him down the hall towards our bags. My bag was still outside the auditorium
with all the year eight's bag so I waited for Dal to pack his bag and then
went and grabbed mine. As we left the school grounds I expected to wave
good-bye to Dal and go home instead... "Hey how you getting home?" the
question took me off guard.

"Ummm walking its only a few blocks."

"Cool" Dal exclaimed, "my parents are not home right now. Mind if I come
and visit?" How could I say no to him. So I spent the rest of the trip home
and the trip up in the elevator trying to remember where I left my
underwear when I kicked them off this morning and giving vague answers to
Dal.

"Well here we are," I said as I swung open the door.

I watched nervously as he gazed around. What if he didn't like it? He might
not want to talk to me anymore. "It doesn't matter" I thought, "I got along
with out him before. I don't need him now" but still I waited
anxiously. "So...what do you think?" I asked as he finally finished turning
around.

"Think" he breathed "Its Brilliant. Polished wood floors, Marble columns, a
bar, the most well equipped entertainment system I've ever seen, leather
chairs. Its, its amazing. How do your parents afford this? What do they
do?" As I opened my mouth to explain my eyes filled with tears I tried to
look down but I was trapped in his eyes. Finally I burst into tears and ran
into my bedroom. I through the curtains back and lay on my bed sobbing when
suddenly I felt him next to me gently rubbing my shoulders. I sat up to try
to talk to him but instead fell into his arms and continued crying. Dal
just sat there and held me. After what seemed hours but was more like 10
minutes I stopped crying looked up at him. He smiled down at me and for the
first time in over a year I felt loved. I moved closer to him and suddenly
warmth spread through out my body. My tears forgotten I snuggled closer to
him as my arms instinctively wrapped themselves around him. My body reveled
in the ecstasy of the moment. I was loved. I loved Dal. It was this thought
that brought me violently back to reality our lips parted as I pulled away
from him. "I'm sorry." I whispered as my eyes started to fill with tears
again. What had I done? I kissed a boy. He's going to hate me but I love
him. A hand touched my face "It's ok Yosev. I wanted that. I liked it."

"I guess. I guess this means I'm gay," I stammered.

"HAHAHA you mean you didn't know" he laughed, "you just kissed me and you
didn't even think you were gay?"

"Well I've never thought about it before" I defended myself "It just seemed
like the right thing to do. I felt so much love for you what else could I
do?" By the time I was finished my pale skin was bright red. Dal grinned at
me "There's lots of things you could have done but we'll leave them for
later for now lets just perfect that kissing part." As our lips met a saw a
mischievous twinkle in his eye before they closed. I closed my eyes and
enjoyed the sensations as Dal took my body on a flight of passion
previously undreamed of.


This is the first story I have written in ages and the first one available
to the public. Feel free to tell me what you think. If you like it more
will probably follow but as I'm to lazy to just write for myself if you
don't like it tell me and I'll go back to just dreaming the stories. I
understand that my email is apparently put up when this is posted. So find
it and email me if you want. thanks