Chapter 2: (Ab)Normal Days

[iruy]

[...Well, that was fun.]





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[uhn]

[after not having seen his new fiancée all day he is a bit worried for her]

[knocks on her door a few minutes after the announcement, carrying his glass of soil (it's still a pitiful amount)]

orange!anon

[(Anonymous)]

[VERY LOUD SNIFFLING before a shaky voice comes from behind the door]

Who is it? I am not allowing strangers!

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

It's me! Jakub.

[feels doubt creep into his mind - what if she didn't mean it after all? maybe she was just too shocked and confused the other day]

[yes, that's a real possibility - she was terribly beside herself]

[but even so... she likes trees, right?]

[she understands him]

[maybe]

orange!anon

[(Anonymous)]

[well guess what, the door bursts wide open and you have a crying redhead launching herself onto you]

It is so horrible! That-that horrible man making a threat!

[uhn]

Uh--!

[struggles to keep his balance, hug her with one arm and hold on to the glass with the free hand]

...

You have been crying since you got the photo? I am sorry; I should have come to you sooner..!

[hesitantly pulls her a little closer, wondering which loved one she had threatened]

[probably a parent or sibling]

orange!anon

[(Anonymous)]

[she is shoving that photo of a beautiful, tall orange tree crossed out with a bloody red X into your face]

He cannot possibly think of it! It is too cruel!

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

[gasps in shock]

Th--that--!

[swiftly looks up and down the empty corridor, then nudges her back into her room and closes the door behind him]


I...

You...

[she does understand him]

...

My tree, too.

[looks her in the eye]

orange!anon

[(Anonymous)]

[freezing]

Eh? Your... tree? You, too?

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

Hm-m.

[turns a little red despite being more worried than embarrassed]

I... I have many apple trees, but this one... it's a copper beech. It was already there when I was little, a-and...

It's my oldest friend.

[and first love, but she can probably guess that from the way he has to break eye contact]

orange!anon

[(Anonymous)]

Ah, it is your, er, uhm... how do you say it...

[wiping some tears back]

Your, er, passionate flame, yes?

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

[well, now he's turning really red]

...

[just manages a nod, then looks back at her photo]

And this one... it's yours?

[that she is like him still feels unreal]

Yuri is so cruel to us; what have we done to him? I still cannot understand his reason...

orange!anon

[(Anonymous)]

He has no soul! I cannot bear it!

[more crying for a minute]


[but then silent]

We should try to leave. However we can.

[uhn]

But... you don't mean killing somebody, right?

It's not the fault of our classmates...

uhn, cont.

[(Anonymous)]

[left his photo in his room, under his pillow, to be precise - the less of a chance there is of people seeing it the better; he'd feel very uncomfortable explaining it to the others]

[opens his door, lets her step in and follows]

Where do you think the toolkit is? In one of the drawers..?

[opens the uppermost]

Oh, yes! It is here.

Hm... it has a screwer.

[opens it]

orange!anon

[(Anonymous)]

[busy examining the room tbh]

Ah, my husband-to-be's room, it is not so different from what my room is!

[looking through your wardrobe drawers right now, must know more about husband-pet]

[uhn]

[his clothes are all rather boring, and most are old with faded colours]

[only his (equally standard cotton fare) underwear is light pink]

I think our rooms are all the same.

orange!anon

[(Anonymous)]

[well guess who found the underwear]

[giggling a little]

Ah, do you like pink, then?

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

Hm?

[comes over with the screwdriver]

Oh, no... they were white, they were just washed with red things. But it's only underwear, so it doesn't matter.

[small shrug]

orange!anon

[(Anonymous)]

[closing the drawers]

Ah-- so you have the screwdrover. Do you think it will work?

[uhn]

[honestly, not really]

[but they do have to try, right?]

...

I also have, ah...

[doesn't know the word, so he just fetches the pliers from the tool kit]

If the screws are too big maybe I can turn them with this?

orange!anon

[(Anonymous)]

The pull-aparts! Ah, good, good, we can use those!





Errrr, dear? I do not know how to use these. You will have to.

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, don't worry. I will.

[looks around the room once more - there is nothing else he thinks they could use]

[briefly thinks of showing her his tree... but he can do that later]

Should we go? I think the classrooms are most probably empty now because there is nothing in there, just chairs and tables...

[there are not even books for them to teach themselves new things]

orange!anon

[(Anonymous)]

[grabbing you and we're going son]

We have no time to be wasting!

uhn

[uhn]

[and so the investigation starts]

[naturally all screws turn out to be massive, tightly shut and unbudgeable despite all efforts]

[an hour later the tools look a bit worse for the wear, and their owner disappointed and exhausted]

I am sorry... Yuri trapped us very well.

orange!anon

[(Anonymous)]

[gasp]

You poor dear! You are all pooped out! Ah, come here, come, come, we must have you lie down.

[yep back to your room]

[it's the closest one, anyway]