Leige sighed to himself as he got out his book and made it a pillow, resting his head on it as the sun warmed his face. He had to admit, this was a perfect sleeping spot.
He was awoken, quite rudely he thought as he was about to rub his eyes, stopping when he remembered what George said to him. He looked up blearily, his eyes murky and confused, snatching the boy who awoke him's heart.
"Worksheet." the rude boy said roughly, thrusting the piece of paper onto Leige's desk.
Leige muttered a quick thanks, which seemed to surprise the boy as he sat back in his seat.
Leige looked at the worksheet warily, wondering if he even had a pen to write with. Someone touched his shoulder and he jumped slightly before realising that it was Yumi. Ah, Yumi. To be honest, he had completely forgotten about the girl while he was with mystery man.
"S-Sir Leige-sam-"
"Just Leige"
"A-Ah! Yes S- I mean Leige! A-Are you ok?! What happened at Kouji-sama's office?! A-An um.. do you have a pen? I can lend yo-"
Leige cut her off by yawning quietly, trying not to disturb her but also not being able to hold it in.
"I slept, can I have a pen please?" Yumi stifled a small giggle at the soft voice.
"Of course!" She seemed happy that he replied to her, easily giving him one of her pastel decorated pens. He took it gratefully as began to look at the worksheet.
So this lesson was maths, huh.. he looked around and saw the class slightly panicking and furrowed his eyebrows, taking another peek at the sheet in front of him... surely it wasn't that hard?
Haruka, a fully grown man with a maths degree in a room full of 16 year olds, asked himself.
Well, he wasn't very bothered to do it himself. He felt tired after finishing writing his name.. an illegible scrawl on the top of the page.
He lay his head on the desk to see Yumi.
...She looked very panicked. It was as if she sensed his stare and quickly turned her head towards him.
"Leige- sama, please can you help me? Um- I- I was only trained in magic, not maths.." he looked at her, subtly annoyed, but wanted to repay her for sticking with him when redhead had accused him.
He silently sat up and tried unsuccessfully to pat his hair down, giving up in a few seconds as his hair continually decided to stick up in different directions.
Yumi understood that he was going to help and smiled happily in relief. He looked at the question she was pointing at and deflated slightly when he saw that it was the first of twenty, but was determined to stick to his decision.
He ignored the students around him and began to explain to her the fundamentals of maths, deciding that it would be helpful to start from the basics. He saw her eyes light up as she finally began to understand ten minutes into the first question.
He let out a small sigh of relief that she seemed to be a quick learner, and guided her in the next question as well. She seemed to understand, and worked her way through the last questions.
She finished and looked at Leige excitedly, and he reluctantly pulled himself up from lying on the desk to check her answers. He looked over them and frowned at the last question, pointing out her small mistakes before patting her on the head and immediately falling back asleep.
Yumi thanked him and excitedly went to hand the worksheet in to the teacher. She ended up being one of the first ones to hand the sheet in, and when walking back, all the boys were staring at her.. so she's cute and smart?!
She made her way to her seat next to Leige, staring at the empty worksheet lying on the floor curiously. As she picked it up, she stifled a giggle as she tried to read the scrawl on the top of the paper, recognising the pen to be hers.
She looked back at the sleeping boy covered in the sun, and frowned as he shifted in the heat, She quickly dusted the piece of paper off and tried to shield his face with it.
The teacher feigned ignorance to the strange pair, preferring to mark the sheets than have to deal with the difficult child.
Leige felt a shadow loom on his face and awoke. He slightly grumbled to himself.. why did he have to keep getting woken up? However, he slightly smiled as he saw Yumi trying to shield him with his worksheet.
He took the worksheet from her, Yumi's blushing as she realised that she woke him up.
Before she had the time to explain herself, the teacher interrupted.
"Alright, end of class, if you have not finished the worksheet you will finish it as homework. Hand it in tomorrow morning. You are dismissed."
Leige began to sit up, stretching like a cat. He gave the pen back to Yumi, placing his book back into his bag. Looking at the time, he found that they had been dismissed slightly late.
He made his way out of the class, not before waving a small goodbye to Yumi, whose heart nearly beat out of her chest because of the adorable exchange.
He slightly jumped as he saw George waiting by the door of his classroom, who smiled softly at the sight of the boy.
"Come on, lets go home." Leige nodded, still disorientated from sleep. George guided him out of the school to the car, people staring at the two curiously.
They headed home, Leige napping the whole way with George driving, a peaceful sight. As they reached home, they saw their father standing anxiously at the door, wanting to talk to George about Leige.
Leige stumbled out of the door whereas George stepped out gracefully, looking in concern to Leige, who waved his hand dismissively before heading to the door.
Their father smiled at Leige hesitantly, who smiled back fleetingly before wandering around before eventually finding his room, no doubt to fall asleep in it.
"So, what's wrong with Leige?" their father asked anxiously, eager to know what was going on with the strange child.
"I do not know... it seems a little like he has become a completely different person, if not for the same appearance I would not believe it was him. I must say, however, I hope this one stays. He's become more polite, with a mature air of intelligence that I have yet to prove. I also believe that he has been sleeping the whole day.."
Their father was shocked..
"Really?! So you mean.. he isn't.. well.. a brat anymore?!" George chuckled slightly and nodded.
"I'm not sure how long it will last however. I need to do my homework now, please excuse me father."
"Why yes, of course George." The father smiled after George. He really did love them equally, but George was always more of a mother's boy, so he hadn't known how to approach the young one after the death of their mother, so George was forced to grow up to be mature and intelligent, the complete opposite of Leige. My, what bad parent he had been.
George decided to visit his new brother's room. Slightly flinching at the intimidating gold statues that had nothing to do with the theme of the room that Leige had ordered, he softened at the sight of the said boy on the bed, still in his school uniform.
He took a peek at Leige's closet, frowning slightly as he only saw uncomfortable-looking clothes, unfit for sleeping.
"Where are his pyjamas?" he asked the maid who was slightly cowering in the corner. She flinched as George asked her.
He frowned. Surely he was not that scary..right?
The maid, who saw his frown and completely misunderstood it as because of her incompetence nearly fled from pure terror.
"M-Master Leige slept i-in the clothes on the right i-in the closet M-master George." he nodded slightly, turning to look back at the clothes in the closet. His eyes narrowed as he landed on the so called 'pyjamas'. Surely this proper- looking set of clothing wasn't used for sleeping in..?
With a glance at the shivering maid he could tell that she was telling the truth. Sighing to himself, as he was not about to let the boy sleep in his uniform, he made his way to the bed.
"Hey, Leige, I know you don't want to be woken up but you can't sleep in your school uniform." he chided softly to the boy.
Leige was awoken at the sound of his brother's voice . About to rub his eyes, he abruptly stopped as he saw his brother looking at him. George smiled at this new Leige's obedience and ruffled his already uncontrolled hair, letting out an un-George like snort at the dishevelled sight in front of him.
Leige blinked and reached out to George, who sighed and picked him up, the flabbergasted maid staring in disbelief at the pair who she believed to have hated each other. The strange pair made their was out of the room.
To George's surprise, Leige didn't fall asleep in his arms, instead looking out to the paintings and decorations in the corridors on the way to George's room.
He tugged George to stop as he looked out a window, admiring the view as George huffed slightly. He began to walk at a slightly quicker pace with the need to finish his homework, which led Leige to quickly lose interest as he sensed the slight irritation radiating off his personal heat pack.
When they finally reached Georges room, which had taken a ridiculously long time, George let out a sigh of relief, glancing at his clock. He set Leige down on his bed, and it was only then when he realised that he could have just brought some of his clothes over to Leige's room, which would have probably been a lot quicker.
Leige was set down on the bed, immediately curling into a ball and grabbing the nearest pillow to cuddle.
George rummaged through his old clothes he had yet to give away, finding a soft jumper he had been given a few years ago which he wore for working when no one was there to see him. He sniffed it curiously, pleased when it smelled alright and not dirty. Finding some loose shorts he hoped would fit him, he brought the folded clothes to the bedside, finding Leige on the edge of falling asleep already.
"Leige, wear these clothes instead, don't sleep in your school uniform." Leige groaned at the idea of having to change, but sluggishly pulled his jumper off.
He unbuttoned two of the top buttons of his shirt before attempting to pull it off, ending up stuck with George chuckling at him.
"Come on now, change, I need to do my homework." George helped him unbutton his shirt and slipped the jumper on the small boy. As he thought, it was too big on him, although it probably fit him at that age.
Leige was capable of putting the shorts on himself, and when he was finished, felt refreshed after a day of sleeping, so he curiously shuffled over to George's desk where he had been doing his homework.
George saw the ball of fabric from the jumper shuffle towards him, and couldn't help but treat him like an utter child and lift him onto his lap.
Leige didn't seem to mind as he leaned back contentedly into George's chest, looking over the maths homework George seemed to be stuck on.
"Are you stuck on it?" Leige asked the older boy, who sighed and subtly nodded.
Although George was very intelligent, he worked hard for it, and had a bad teacher for maths, so he was slightly behind on it, although his idea of behind was a lot different from an average idea of being behind, considering he was still one of the top students of the year.
Leige considered his options for a moment. He could either feign ignorance and stay in George's arms, content but with an underlying sense of guilt, or he could help and use all of his energy.
He found that he was fairly fond of George, as he reminding him of people back in his world who had doted on him.
He sighed and shifted himself on George's lap to explain the problem to him.
George was utterly shocked, although he didn't show it on his face. He was pretty sure that Leige was dumb, and this was also third year material. He was also explaining it very easily, which meant that he already had a deep understanding of the subject.
Leige was also surprised, although for a different reason. This material was surprisingly hard, especially for a normal 18 year old who would have just entered university back at home.
As soon as he knew that George understood what he was teaching, he huffed and threw himself back onto Georges lap, snuggling deeper than before, completely drained of energy, clinging onto the older boy's waist.
George immediately wrapped his arms around the young boy as a reflex as he stared in disbelief at the boy who had just explained to him an extremely hard question, leaving George with an understanding of the topic.
Just who was this boy?