Post by Misato Hazukashi on Aug 24, 2011 10:28:59 GMT -5
It was around three pm that Moe's phone started buzzing angrily in his pocket. He'd spent the last two days pretending to be ill so he didn't have to go into school and face people, and was lying in bed with his laptop sat on his legs. He had to fish around in his dress to find the pink sparkly thing, but when he saw the screen, he looked surprised.
Home, Said the caller ID.
"Hello?" Moe said worriedly, tucking his hair behind his ear and setting the laptop on the side of the bed and shooing Vincent out into the kitchen.
"Misato!" He blinked. It was his dad and mum speaking together. He was obviously on speakerphone.
"Hi Mum, Hi Dad. What's wrong? Ren isn't sick again is he?" The tiny brunette rabbited in fast Japanese, sitting up in bed and clinging onto the pillow.
"We had a call from the school yesterday." His mum began, sounding slightly concerned. Moe paled. What about? Was his tardiness being punished?
"... Apparently during a lecture someone hijacked the projector. Showed pictures of students having sex." His dad continued, and Moe's lip began trembling. God, they'd called PARENTS? If the shame from peers wasn't bad enough.
"... I ..."
"Oh Misato, why didn't you tell us?" His mum again, sounding far calmer than his dad.
"Who was it? It wasn't that awful Vincent person again was it? You know he's bad! He made you cry!"
"Daddy..."
"This is appalling. I can't believe Hammel would allow this. We're thinking of getting you transferred back over here. This wouldn't happen in Japan."
"No! Please... I'll... I'll be okay."
The line went quiet for a moment, and Moe's knuckles clenched around the phone, chewing hard on his lip.
"We're going to write a formal complaint to the board. This isn't acceptable."
"Don't make a fuss, please?"
"You might be of age, Misato, but you're still our little boy, and you aren't some porn star people can exploit."
Moe managed a tiny smile at that, and nodded.
"We aren't angry. I promise." His mum assured, her voice soft and level.
"Not at you. Those students deserve the hardest punishment the country allows."
Another silence fell on the conversation.
"How are you coping with this, Misato?"
"I'm... okay." A lie, but he didn't want his parents to further try and get him transferred to Eisai.
"If you need to come home, we can sort it out. Is... is THAT boy taking care of you?"
"Yeah. Yeah. He's really been looking after me."
There was a hmph. Probably from his father.
"Alright Misa-Moe. We love you."
"Love you too, Ma. Pa."
"We'll skype you on Saturday to tell you what's going on."
"Okay. ... Bye."
As the line clicked dead, Moe flopped onto his pillow and put his hands over his face.
"They TOLD my parents." He squeaked out to Vincent, before bursting into tears again. He received no reply, just the warmth of a hug.
Home, Said the caller ID.
"Hello?" Moe said worriedly, tucking his hair behind his ear and setting the laptop on the side of the bed and shooing Vincent out into the kitchen.
"Misato!" He blinked. It was his dad and mum speaking together. He was obviously on speakerphone.
"Hi Mum, Hi Dad. What's wrong? Ren isn't sick again is he?" The tiny brunette rabbited in fast Japanese, sitting up in bed and clinging onto the pillow.
"We had a call from the school yesterday." His mum began, sounding slightly concerned. Moe paled. What about? Was his tardiness being punished?
"... Apparently during a lecture someone hijacked the projector. Showed pictures of students having sex." His dad continued, and Moe's lip began trembling. God, they'd called PARENTS? If the shame from peers wasn't bad enough.
"... I ..."
"Oh Misato, why didn't you tell us?" His mum again, sounding far calmer than his dad.
"Who was it? It wasn't that awful Vincent person again was it? You know he's bad! He made you cry!"
"Daddy..."
"This is appalling. I can't believe Hammel would allow this. We're thinking of getting you transferred back over here. This wouldn't happen in Japan."
"No! Please... I'll... I'll be okay."
The line went quiet for a moment, and Moe's knuckles clenched around the phone, chewing hard on his lip.
"We're going to write a formal complaint to the board. This isn't acceptable."
"Don't make a fuss, please?"
"You might be of age, Misato, but you're still our little boy, and you aren't some porn star people can exploit."
Moe managed a tiny smile at that, and nodded.
"We aren't angry. I promise." His mum assured, her voice soft and level.
"Not at you. Those students deserve the hardest punishment the country allows."
Another silence fell on the conversation.
"How are you coping with this, Misato?"
"I'm... okay." A lie, but he didn't want his parents to further try and get him transferred to Eisai.
"If you need to come home, we can sort it out. Is... is THAT boy taking care of you?"
"Yeah. Yeah. He's really been looking after me."
There was a hmph. Probably from his father.
"Alright Misa-Moe. We love you."
"Love you too, Ma. Pa."
"We'll skype you on Saturday to tell you what's going on."
"Okay. ... Bye."
As the line clicked dead, Moe flopped onto his pillow and put his hands over his face.
"They TOLD my parents." He squeaked out to Vincent, before bursting into tears again. He received no reply, just the warmth of a hug.
