Silent Relationship

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Silent Relationship

Chapter 4

Moku’s silence

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“Moku. I’m sorry. Come on man,” Kaito was saying, and I wasn’t listening. Well, I heard what he said but I wasn’t bothered to look at him or even acknowledge his existence at the current moment. So I went on packing up my bag like there wasn’t a soul in the room but me - and the little beetle there by the window.

After my little episode that day, I had slept all the way to the next morning when my bladder awoke me. Kaito had been out buying stuff from the supermarket, and I took advantage of the lack of his presence to shower, eat, get some homework done and drug myself with another dose of ‘Panadol’ before knocking out again just as Kaito came through the door. I heard him calling me, but decided not to answer; it was some time before I had actually fallen asleep again.

Since then, I had been ignoring Kaito with my expressionless face back on as usual. At times like these, I’m thankful for my lacking ability to portray my emotions. For the time being, it felt good that Kaito wouldn’t be able to know what I was feeling, while I could read every emotion on his face and body language.

The weekend was spent sleeping, and not having to see Kaito for one day. And ignoring Kaito for another day. With only one day of my totally ignoring him, and Kaito was already uneasy and desperately trying to get the tension to fade away. 

“Moku? Pl----” the rest of his words were tuned out completely as I switched the radio on, loud music of a song coming to an end filling the room followed by the DJ’s prattling. Bag ready, I moved on to get my clothes, dusting non-existent dust off it before laying them down on a clothes rack. I then moved to my futon folding it all up nicely and storing it away before pushing the divan base (which doubled as a portable platform) to the corner next to my study area.

While I bustled about my own tasks, Kaito was going on again with whatever it was he was saying “I’m really sorry Moku” I wasn’t listening to his words at all, “-being a prick. A jerk. I agree okay, I was.” Nope there was nobody in the room but me. Kris Allen’s Heartless began to play on the radio. I walked right past Kaito but looked straight ahead as thou I honestly didn’t see him there, and tuned up the volume a few notches just as Kaito opened his mouth again.

The song continued in the background as Kaito tried to get my attention. Several times he came up to me, but just as he reached out I would walk away, or suddenly bend down to pick something up (something that I had deliberately dropped. Including my cell phone). Examining the new scratch on my phone, I shrugged, the thing was hardy, it survived many drops previously and it surely would survive a few more.

Popping into the bathroom, directly adjacent to our bedroom, I quickly got changed before returning to retrieve my bag. Switching off the radio and fan with my bag slung over a shoulder, I moved to the window closing it shut after picking up the beetle that was still there. Striding out of the room slamming the door shut behind me. I heard something banging softly against the door, paused and thought if there was anyone inside. Hmmm, nah, nobody.

“Moku!” a voice came from behind the closed door, muffled and slightly annoyed. Oops, did the door slam in his face? Oh well, tough luck. I shrugged, slipped on my shoes and walked out the door locking it shut behind me. Before heading out of the hostel building, I dropped the beetle off on one of the many potted plants in the lobby.

It’s Monday and Moku-shall-ignore-jerk-Kaito. Thou the soreness in my butt was practically gone now, and I didn’t feel so sick anymore. I’d better not be so happy about it, else that jerk Kaito decides he can play jackhammer with my ass again. 

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The first class began with Ms Suzky, who doubled as the form teacher, writing something down on the whiteboard.

SPORTS FAIR

Was written down in huge capital bold red letters. Even from my seat at the back of class, the words were blindingly visible. Sports Fair… what the hell was it anyway? We were already in our second year and everyone had their own respective clubs. Which brain damaged moron would want another club to be tortured in? But well, I wasn’t one to speak, honorary ghost member of the library and science club. Library club by choice, for the previlages, and Science club by force, for my grades had me join by default. I didn’t mind, for they only hunted me down during the occasional occasions whereby I forgot to return an overdue book, or when the bi-annual inter-school science competition came up.

I stared out the window while half listening to Ms Suzky reading from a report.

“It is compulsory for every 2^nd year of the student body to take part in the Sports Fair. Please take note that attendance will be taken and credit points will be awarded based on your attendance. Students are to meet in their respective club rooms today and tomorrow after school to discuss with the teacher’s in charge in regards to the Sports Fair that will commence next week, Monday till Friday.”

Groans and whines came to a rapid crescendo within the classrooms enclosed area, the noise students could generate was amazing indeed for it took Ms Suzky a few moments of shouting and slapping of a textbook against the whiteboard before the class was quiet again. Amusing really, I would have grinned, but my lips remained stationary. Ah well… perhaps not amusing enough. The chairperson began passing out a stack of papers at the front of each row as the students passed them backwards down the row.

“Please read the new class schedule. Keep in mind that you’re only to follow this schedule during the Sports Fair week.”

“Alright! Shorter lessons!”

“Cool shit man!”

“We’ve got extra breaks and-”

“No way!”

“They’ve been extended too!”

“Awesome,”

“Quiet! QUIET!!!” Ms Suzky hollered as the class erupted in vocal noise once again, huffing a lock of her dark blond hair out of her face. After a deep breath, “Are there any questions?” and when silence followed, our middle-aged teacher picked up her stuff and walked to the door. “Well then see you later during History.”

The moment she took a step out of the door, the classroom once again boomed with voices bouncing of the walls, ceilings and floors. With no authoritative figure to reel them in, the pack of wild animals began darting around excitedly in their enclosed space. Quietly watching, I felt the edge of my lip twitch a little… Amusing

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“Hey Koyami! Wake up!” I heard someone say as I felt myself being shaken awake. I don't even remember falling asleep actually. Still blinking away the sleep, I looked up and saw my classmate, J.T (short for John Toshimi) waving a hand in front of my face.

“Clean up duty, it’s your turn. The rest are done with theirs” he said before heading out the door with a last wave. Staring blankly at the now empty classroom, I blinked again. Just what time was it anyway… A glance at the clock woke me up a bit more. 5PM, gods, I knocked out for more than 2 hours after the last class ended. Lucky for me, I just had to empty the wastepaper baskets and be off.

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“Koyami? Moku Koyami?” I heard someone call out my name as I passed a hallway while heading towards the school’s exit. Back stepping, I saw Mdm Amelia, the kindly science teacher who had been in the school for two or three generations. Curious as to why she’d still be in school at this hour, I approached her.

“Moku dear, would you help me carry some boxes to the new science storage room?” she asked, while gesturing to the old storage room nearby. Nodding my approval, we retrieved a trolley which was loaded with the more fragile instruments, while I balanced a few boxes containing various books, notes and documents.

The trip to the new storage room was a long one as it was all the way on the other side of the school’s new wing. Mdm Amelia chatted goodheartedly, while I remained silent, offering a nod of a hum now and then indicating I was still listening. The teachers and my peers have grown used to my apathy in speaking unless necessary.

We arrived at the new storage room a good fifteen minutes later, with the trolley we were forced to take the wheelchair route which did not compromise of any short cuts. I declined Mdm Amelia’s offer to drop me off so we parted ways. It was after 6PM when I made my way towards the main gates, which were the only gates opened at this time. Watching the sky steadily growing darker as sunset was quickly turning to twilight, memories from the night in the alleyway came back to me. Speeding up to a jog - not wanting to be caught outdoors alone after dark – I crashed into something, rather, someone.

 “Oofh! Hey watch it yo—Moku!” that someone began angrily but quickly changed to surprise. That someone’s voice was damn familiar, and I damn well knew who it was. And I damned well didn’t know what the hell that someone was doing here. Looking up, that all too familiar jacket came to sight. Without having to look at his face I knew it was him.

Promptly ignoring said person, like I’ve been doing the last few days, I walked around him and went on quickly like nothing happened ten seconds ago.

 “Moku wait up!” Kaito called after me, jogging to catch up before falling into pace. I sped up my steps but he easily kept in step with me. Jeez, can’t he see I’m ignoring him here? Is he being dense again, or deliberately oblivious? Che, I’d say it’s the latter. If you don’t know that someone is angry with you after being shouted hoarse at, then you should be a brainless imbecile.

 “Uhm, it was getting late y’know, and you still weren’t back yet. So, I thought I’d better walk with ya. Y’know with the muggers around and all.” So on he went, talking to himself while I pretended I wasn’t listening. But really it’s hard not to hear his loud annoying babbling when we were the only ones walking on the street. Everyone else was probably getting dinner ready or eating it.

 “And dude, come on man. I’ve been trying to get the full details from you but you’ve let not a peep out! I mean, it’s like really important info. You nearly got mugged but got away, when are you gonna tell the P?” and there he goes again, I think I heard this part a few times already, repeated during those days I was ignoring him. Little did he know, I had already filed in a report on the incident with the principle that morning. 

 “I wanted to report the matter in for ya, but I don’t know the full details! Like I’ve been asking you to tell me. Honestly Moku, you need to stop this silent game of yours and tell me!”

 Kaito annoyingness, leveling up

Moku tolerance, leveling down

To avoid feeling his anxiety and guilt, and turn it into a situation where I had to talk – thus breaking the ice – was the tactic that he had chosen. I, however, wasn’t in the mood to dance by his tune. Despite him having apologized, the smoldering rage I felt, fueled by the annoyance he exuded, would not lessen down. And it was just too bad for Kaito that my undiminished lividness was not pouring over to be expressed on my facial features. Instead it was eating away at my patience. And being an abnormally patient person, it was something.

“The school system needs to know, and the police too. These muggers are getting from bad to worse Moku. It’s been a few days already since you were attacked. –“

Moku time bomb begins ticking. Ten seconds. Nine seconds. Eight seconds

“-You can’t keep the information away for so long! It’s crucial for the investigation and stuff.” Shut up shut up shut up shut up

Seven… Six… Five…

“Tell me, at least, so I can help you report it to the principle.” Shut up shut up shut up

Four… Three…

“It’s okay if the incident spooked you out, being mugged and all.” Shut up.

Two…

“It must have been-“ Shut up!

ONE…

“-hard on you”

Boom… “SHUT UP!”

“It must have been hard on you” I muttered, glaring at him. “MY FOOT!” my face felt hot, and I was panting. I can’t believe how that idiot managed to run his mouth while keeping up with my practically-running pace. But my ‘shut up’ command had worked perfectly so turning to face said idiot I continued, “I’m not the idiot here, you are.” I hissed at him keeping my voice low, no need for the neighborhood to know, “I’ve already reported the matter to the principle, no thanks to you. And the ‘mugging incident’ doesn’t bother me. You! Being the jerk you are, that’s bothering me. I am NOT going to forgive you that easily. Because for all I know, you’ll turn into that incubus monster the very next moment.”

With that done, I removed my finger (which was used to jab him in the chest repeatedly), huffed and stomped-dashed the remaining few meters all the way up to the apartment - Leaving a shocked, wide eyed Kaito to remain gaping in the middle of the walkway as the streetlights flickered on.

*ding ding*

Moku – Kaito

… 2 – 0 …

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I had sat down to watch some TV after my bath, it was only then when he dared to open his mouth to speak again. Only half tuning in, I noticed him speaking more timidly, and about more mundane stuff instead of his annoying prattle of utter nonsense.

Prior to this, we danced the avoidance and ignorance tango. When he entered a room, I left it. When I entered a room, he’d find something else to look at or do. We finally settled when Kaito went to prepare dinner while I took a bath. Bringing us back to the current scene -

“Uhm, I made dinner! Well, it’s just mac&cheese, and a salad. But there’s still some drumlet’s leftover from the dinner that day…” he went on talking, and thou I actually do like listening to him - since from the start it was him who was the proactive talker while I was the passive listener – I decided that the “I-am-ignoring-you” game should continue.

Rummaging in my pocket, I felt around for my mp3 player but my hands found nothing. Crap, must have forgotten it in my bag. Thankfully thou, my street-style headphones were on my head as a makeshift hair band. They had been a gift from Kaito… but were now mine. Putting them on properly, and slipping the end of the wire in my pocket, I pretended, nodding my head and tapping my foot to a rhythm.

Kaito stopped talking, and I heard him sigh. The dejected, crestfallen look on his face that I spied from the corner of my eye formed a lump in my throat. Swallowing, and looking away, I picked up the TV guide and buried my nose inside it. Rustling of cloth, and muffled steps which paused. Another sigh came from him.

“You deserved this Kaito… coz you fucking screwed up…” the sound of a fist colliding with a solid surface would have made me jump, but luckily the sound was muffled by my headphones.

Little did he know that I was listening to music for the deaf and could actually hear every sound and word he was saying. I sighed, at least he was self reflecting on the wrongs he did… him referring to himself as the third person was proof of it. Thou I am the one who brought this silence and tension between us, I was eager for it to be over. Hearing the shower go on, I quickly got up and ate dinner before returning to my side of the bedroom and burying myself in homework and revision.

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The following days were more or less of the same repeating pattern. I went along each passing day as I usually would. Quietly observing, slipping unnoticed from class to class through school, then back home before the pattern repeats. Kaito had kept on apologizing, and was being nice doing all the chores. But then again, he was those type of people who loved busying themselves with mundane tasks when feeling down or stressed.

Remaining poker-faced was no challenge for me, a pro who’s been at it since kindergarten. But that didn’t mean I was oblivious to the gloom and tension in the house. Kaito’s depression at my cold shoulder treatment was so obvious on his face and his every action that it even seemed like a dark aura was surrounding his very being.

With all club activities cancelled that week due to a major pipe leak, Kaito had more free time to brood and try as hard as he dared to get me talk to him again. But in this few days, my determination had hardened, I wouldn’t give in so easily, and so refused to show that I acknowledged his existence. With Casey managing the Sports Fair matters, Kaito had allowed himself to lapse into a routine of school, chores and attempting to break the ice before giving up for the night. That week, Kaito became one of the infamously labeled “Emo’s”. His friends gave up asking him about it, and he made no sign that he wanted to talk about it.

Except for one… Casey

After what seemed like a very long time, the weekend was finally here again marking it the one week anniversary of the Aikido competition, and the day I was attacked. And that too marked the limit if Casey’s patience. The whole week, Casey had watched something eat away at his captain. He had tried asking more than a few times, but on each time, Kaito had brushed him away with a “It’s nothing”.

Casey knew Kaito very well - Maybe even better than I do – because they’ve been together since Elementary. It was as such that I too got to know Casey, he would drop by often, more often if he was without a girlfriend to date. And as I got to know Casey, Casey too got to know me, a little.

So being close buddies with my roommate, it explained his actions that one fateful Saturday morning.

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