Two-sy

Act one

An introduction of sorts

Yukiko Yumi walked into the big building that was supposed to be a boarding school for the extra talented children. His bags had already been taken up to his dorm room and he was on his way to the room himself. As he walked he noticed how people stared and whispered. Some pointed and giggled at him, others muttered stinging remarks to one another.

Yukiko or Ki-Ko as he was nick named, was different than every body else, and it was obvious. He was born albino- a person whose skin and hair lack pigmentation and whose irises are pink because of a hereditary condition. He was 5'6 thin, curvy and small framed. His long pure white hair reached his mid back, and his eyes were a pinkish ruby red and almond shaped. He had full lips and sharp features.

He knew he was a freak, and that he scared people, so he kept to himself most of the time. Instead of friends and socializing he studied and read. Books couldn't hurt him, and in a book, he could be who ever he wanted, and look like what ever he wanted. He couldn't get hurt in a book, and that was all that mattered.

Ki-ko opened the door to his room and stepped in. it was small, only enough room for two twin beds with a night stand in the middle of both, two dressers, a closet, a bathroom, a window one desk, and a book shelf.

He unpacked his bags with a small sigh, setting his crimson quilt with deep blue kinji's sown into them. Kinji's that meant what he was feeling when he had worked on it for months. One kinji for each day it took him to finish it. He put his cloths in some drawers and took out his many books putting them neatly in the book case. He took out a lap top and set it on the desk and then opened the window to let the breeze in. He went into the bathroom to put his personal items away along with his medication. He had a small case of arthritis and carpel tunnel from all the work he did with his hands.

"Hello? Any one here?" Came a deep voice from the other room. Slowly and timidly he went to greet his room mate, only to find at least four other people in the room.

"Y-yes?" he stuttered. The group was momentarily stunned into a quiet.

A tall broad boy stepped out of the crowed and offered his hand. "Neko Strayfield, I'm your dorm mate."

Ki-ko put his small hand in Neko's larger one and shook it gently. "I'm Yukiko Yumi; it's nice to meet you."

"Hell, I don't think I can pronounce that." Neko said with a smirk.

"Ki-ko then." He said and gently pulled his hand away. "I've already unpacked, so if you need me to move something let me know." He said as he grabbed a tote bag and began to fill it with things. "It was nice to meet you." He said as he slipped out the door.

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He came in later that night, with shopping bags full of food for the small half fridge that lay in a corner next to an old couch, that hadn't been there before, and a small entertainment center with a nice TV.

"Hope you don't mind." Came Neko's voice from his bed. " I had it in storage, and use them every year."

"It's fine." He said with a shrug, and a shake of his head. "I went shopping for sodas and stuff. Um, I don't know what you like so I got one of everything- drink wise any ways."

"Hey, thanks." He said, and got up to help with the bags. Ki-ko sat on his bed and took off his black high top converse, and his socks. He rubbed his feet, sore from all the walking he had done. He looked up and his eyes went wide. Neko had taken off his shirt to reveal a body that could have been a Ken dolls. Luckily, the blush that stained his cheeks could not be seen, as he looked down.

"I'm going to take a shower ok?" He asked. Ki-ko nodded and waited for him to enter the bathroom, before he quickly undressed and got into cotton draw string pants and climbed under the covers of the bed.

He was half asleep when he heard movements and small sounds from the other side of the room. He rolled over and looked up, to see Neko dressing again. Ki-ko's eyes went wide. He quickly hid under the covers, and closed his eyes, but the only thing he could see when they were closed was a strong, smooth, gold, body. He bit his lower lip gently. How the hell was he going to survive the year?

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