The Series Will Sail (A Fan Fictional Short BL story)

Series 1: PerthSaint

PERTH'S POV:

"What's the news about that man?" Palm asked all of a sudden as we walked to the classroom.

I frowned. Yesterday, I went there but didn't see him again until the Dra. said he never went again. That man didn't give his information also his name.

"Have you never visited him? It's also your fault why did that happen to him," Ham said at the same time.

"Stop f*****g hell asking," I walked quickly, this is the reason why I wanted being alone, because every time I'm with them, their mouth doesn't stop talking.

"Hey Perth! C'mon! Wait for us, we wont be late yet we still have 30 minutes," Tree shouted.

I haven't been listening to them, let them do what they want. Don't care at all. They look like a group of clowns.

I'm going in another route, it's easier for me to stay away from them because I know they're not going to stop bugging me till they get the answer they seek.

"Good grief!" I roared, furiously, when someone unexpectedly bumped me.

"Sorry.. sorry.." bowed immediately. I just found out he's the man I struck — I mean the ball.

Eventually, his face became familiar to me, can't he be?

"You... you are the one I brought to the clinic, aren't you?" I pointed with frown.

There was a look of astonishment on his face, "Me?" I nodded, "You brought me to the clinic? You are also the reason why you brought me there?" his expression abruptly transformed into suspicion.

I winced there and then I scratched my nape, "Can we talk? I just wanted to say something,"

Suspicion wasn't erased from his face, "Why? For what? What's the reason?" he asked from another.

What for?

"Ah... I just wanted to talk about what I did." why am I tense in front of him? We're both students.

He seems to be wondering, I'm not going to harm him. It looks like now is also the time for me to fix what I've done as he may think I'm running away from him.

"Can we just have it in break time this afternoon? I still have a class right now." that's even right.

I nodded, "Yup, we'll just meet at the cafeteria then?" he nodded, leaving in front of me.

I kept walking as it suddenly crossed my mind seem like his face was really familiar to me.

"I think I saw him somewhere," I whispered, shaking my head.

Just because I heard that bell noise, I moved faster. Why didn't I think the class would start in a couple of minutes!

Argh! I still have a long way to go before I get there. I looked at the wrist watch, I am damn late.

I kept gasping as I reached the classroom. What's in my mind to go to that route, stupid Perth.

I realize I'm not that clever.

I slowly sat down in my chair, "Frigging distance of this room," muttered while I opened the lid of the water bottle.

"Then why are you late?" Palm whispered to me.

I didn't respond because the Professor had arrived. I never like math, I still don't understand why it exists.

I have no intention of being a mathematician at all.

Damn the numbers you always hurts my head. When are you going to disappear?

SAINT'S POV:

I just remembered that he was my classmate on this subject. I saw him holding the door, chasing his own breath.

Suddenly, there was a gossip, presumably because of what happened to him.

What happened to him, and he's so breathless? He appeared to have been pursued by someone. 

'Is he all right? 'I started asking myself.

Eventually, I was concerned about his condition. He was fine earlier.

He moved towards his chair, and afterwards he weakened to sit down. That was followed by the arrival of the Professor.

"Uhm.." I was about to touch him when his friend touched him first from behind.

"Hey Perth! Professor is calling your name twice!" he whispered aloud.

He does not seem to be on his own.

Is he really fine?

His back to himself and stood up immediately. Then apologized after, Professor acknowledged it.

"Are you alright, Mr. Tanapon? Do you feel unwell?" the Professor asked him.

He quickly shook his head, "I'm fine, apologies if I didn't stood up right away." he made a wry smile.

"If that so kindly answer the question on the board?"

I noticed he was uncertain, I looked back at the question on the board, and it was simple.

He went to the front then began to solve it. He answered the question correctly so why is he uncertain about it?

PERTH'S POV:

As for the number of student here in the class that can be called, why me?

I wasn't on myself.

I don't know how to answer that question, either, because my brain isn't in this class.

'I don't know or understand,'

As much as I would answer why I need to solve more. Is this my karma, huh?

I didn't want to be shamed, so even though I didn't know what to answer, I dared to go the board.

I'm just going to let my hands response that as well.

"Yow Perth! You've just been here, and we've been searching for you a while a go," I ignored her words, "Oh.... why is it your face like that? Have you got another foe?" Banana added.

I've been waiting here for a while, why that man isn't here yet?

Moments later, someone flicked my forehead, causing me to curse, "Hell!"

Tree pretended to be startled, "We've been chatting here. Where's yourself again!?"

I only grinned at them. I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone.

'Why does it take that long? I am standing here at the edge of the cafeteria awaiting on him.'

Didn't he consider he wasn't able to come?

I left instantly, "Oh, where are you going now? Come on man, Perth! Jeez! Perth! Perth!" they kept calling my name that loud.

I need to speak to him about the matter. I ought to offer an apology for the acts I've made so that before I graduate my name are cleared. If I didn't, my conscience wouldn't let me sleep.

It's up to him to think about all this.

Where am I going to look for him? I don't know him that well, and he does the same thing to me, but also I don't even know what his name is.

And he seems to be new here at the university, so might be useless to ask someone about that man.

I chose to go to the office to know where he lived or where his next class was when I unexpectedly caught a glimpse of him.

I chased him right away, but he seemed to be in a rush to walk somewhere.

My slow running became fast, necessary because I might not be able to find him again.

'Is he keeping his distance away from me?'

I'm a man with a word. Did he think that I was going to harm him? I couldn't able to sleep peacefully knowing about what I did. And I admit that I'm to blame.

I wanted to call his attention, but I didn't know how to go about it.

I ran even faster until I reached him. I stood in front of him to deter him from walking.

I started chasing my own breath, he stopped walking when he unexpectedly saw me in front of him.

I could feel the sweat dripping from my forehead down to my neck. It was the same for the back.

'Who's not going to sweat?'

I'd like to apologize to anyone I bumped into, but they're too many, they're definitely not going to be upset.

He looked at me in confusion, "What.... are you doing there?"

Firstly, I need to bring back my strength and oxygen as I felt so exhausted from running. I couldn't response to his question, so I glanced at him instead.

"A-are you o-ok?" he stammered, and I nodded.

I need oxygen for a moment, 'cause I felt like all oxygen in my body has been used up.

I give him a sign of wait, and he waited.

'Naughty Perth, why are you doing this thing?' my mind has lashed back.

SAINT'S POV:

"Water for you seems like you need it," I said reluctantly, offering him the water in my bag.

It's the distance he raced. Why would that be?

Until now, he's still out of breath. What's running through his mind that he ran to quickly.

He was consuming all the water inside, then it became empty. I just bite my lower lip as it was meant to be my water.

I'm just going to let it go past today.

"Thanks." he smiled a bit.

What's wrong with this man? He's kind of odd, along with his actions.

"Why didn't you come to the cafeteria earlier?" that was his first question.

I only stared at him, I don't know how to respond.

"Why?" he kept asking.

Just what is I supposed to do, "What.... because.... ah.. I was really about to go but eventually I have something important to do," I reasoned out, this was true.

I received a call from a friend of mine to pick him up somewhere. Yet I can't do that because he came in.

He muttered, "Is it even more important than me?" I felt instantly my body freeze.

Have I heard him right?

"H-h..uh?" puzzled, why would he say this to me? Does he recognize that I'm gay? That I'm not straight?

He shook his head, "Nothing," and looked at my water container, "How can I recoup from you?" he inquired instantly.

"Recoup from me?" he nodded in response.

"About what happened to you, I didn't actually mean that I have never thought the ball would go to you and hit your... nose." his voice faded at the last phrase, then slowly pointed to my nose.

"Oh, that'll be it? I really don't think so either," I sat properly, "I certainly didn't realize that the ball just struck myself," I grinned it somewhat, "Nevertheless, thank you for bringing me to the clinic. Frankly, I'm planning to beat you in the vicinity." I said that in a joke, his mouth slowly opened in a half, surprised either by what I said, I instantly withdrew, "Just a joke," I laughed a little to remove the tense.

He slowed down and stood up all of a sudden, realizing maybe what I said was real. I know it's his fault, but there's not enough reason for me to do anything like that.

I know he didn't mean it, I understand it, and I'm upset about that as well, because I feel he has a responsibility — my nose.

"I'm just kidding, I understand and it's all just an accident," I reassured him because he's not talking anymore.

Did I scare him enough? I don't intend to do that. He was so serious that I felt I had to joke around him, but he didn't seem to like that.

"Can I give my recoup?" that was all he could say.

I wondered what he was referring to, "Recoup, what kind of recoup?"

He brought his face close to mine causing me to move away a little to give some distance between us.

"You can use me or do anything," a big grin drew on its lips, "This is the recoup I am referring at, use me or do anything to me so that you can somehow atone for the accident I made," he beckoned and returned to his former position.

The grin still lingered on his lips as if that was he had said so well.

I was stunned, unable to comprehend what he said. I don't know what word to say. It was as if the wind had entirely stopped blowing.

Eventually, the grinning face was replaced with worry, "Are you alright?" he was about to take a stand when I abruptly stopped him.

'Saint, go into yourself, or he'll recognize you!' my mind lashed.

I stood up and left him all of a sudden, I quickly left in front of him, and he looked surprised.

"Why is this happening to me?" I whispered in the breeze.

PERTH'S POV:

I snatched the Ovaltine that Banana was about to drink, "Aish! That's mine!" she took it, but she couldn't do anything because it's now empty.

She stared at the Ovaltine package. I sit in front of her with full of anger.

"What is your problem?" I didn't respond.

I'm angry and frustrated. Why didn't he show up? Does he avoiding me? Keep his distance from me?

"Tell me what your problem is, I might be able to help,"

I sighed deeply, "What if someone didn't show up to you? What will you do?" that's what I said right away. I'm questioning her.

Did I do anything wrong the other day to make him act like this?

It's only yesterday when I found out that the two of us were in the same class and that his name was Saint.

She coughed and behaved, wondering, "Who is this someone you're pointing to?" she asked, I was just blown out.

She questioned my question, as well.

"Never mind" she couldn't understand me, neither.

She cleared her throat, "Probably what I do would be go towards him and talk to him though if he avoid otherwise I will take some action," she glanced up as if she was considering something.

'Going and talking, huh?'

Why didn't I think about all this? I haven't seen him for almost three days, too, and he hasn't shown himself even to our Professor to that subject.

"If you're referring to her, why not instead you ask Palm and others, as you're both men," she added.

"No goddamn way, they also can't help and she is not the one I am referring about," instantly defended myself. I don't have anything to depend on, either, those mother effing womanizer.

SAINT'S POV:

"Hello Mom, what's the matter?"

"Saint baby, I've found out from your friend that you're sick, how are you? I'm heading to go anyway, what was the add—" I immediately cut off whatever my mother intending to tell, she's hysterical again.

"Mom, I'm just fine with the fever, and it's getting a little better now. You don't have to go, I can take good care of myself."

I could hear her gasps, "Son, you will always take good care of yourself. Whenever you need me just contact me and I will go there, is that clear?" nodded, even though she couldn't see it.

Moments later, there was a knock on the door, and I wondered, "Mom, I'll drop the call and I'll take a rest."

"Right away? It doesn't take a long period for us to — go ahead, rest then, bye son, I love you."

"Bye Mom, love you." I immediately drop the call.

I force myself to get up, even though my body couldn't do it well. I chose to make the wall a supporter so that I could stand up to myself properly.

I unlocked the door carefully. Until I reopened it, shocked was evident in my face. I felt shocked, neither.

"Perth" I said softly.

What the earth is he doing here? How did he know that my apartment was here? Oh my door.

He waved his hand and looked within, "Can I come in? I brought food," and then he raised a plastic tray throughout its left hand.

Eventually, I began loading, "Ah... yeah sure — come in," I shut the door automatically.

"Thanks," he said to me.

Momentarily, I became vulnerable as if, at any moment, I had to fall from where I stood.

"Where I can p — Saint!" my name was the only one I could heard from him before I fainted.

I awakened because I was feeling the cold water. I opened up my eyes little by little.

Observing across the room, I put my hand up to touch whatever was on my forehead.

I found a damp towel on the top.

"Where did this come from?" I muttered.

I looked to the side, and my eye caught a glimpse of a sleeping man. He was sitting on the floor with his head lying on the side of his bed.

'What is he doing here, anyway?' in wonderment, I asked myself.

I'm in a relatively good condition now, unlike earlier, it's like I'm deteriorating.

Is he the one who put it on my forehead, huh?

I shifted a bit, and I got myself closer to him. Just now did I see his face so near.

He has the look.

He's good looking, and I can smell his scent.

What if I wake him up? Yet the comfort of his sleep. Perhaps, instead, I should leave him alone, he seems need it.

I found that the plastic he was holding was now placed on the table near the terrace.

I stood up and grabbed it, and then I gazed at what it contained.

"2 boxes of a set meals?" the question.

Why are all these two, so he's planning to eat? I figured, within this part, I made a mistake.

My stomach started making a noise. Since this morning, I haven't eaten. I took out a package, and then I sat quietly.

'Maybe he's not going to be mad if I take this one?' I just shrugged the question.

He's great at choosing food. Well, this is tasty.

"Is it delicious?" I was about to eat the rice when someone unexpectedly spoke.

Turn my head to the side slowly, and my face hits the abdomen.

'It's quite hard,"

I pulled my face away instantly. I just found that my mouth was in a half opened.

"You alright?" is its question.

I ignored him, and immediately ate the food. In that instance, I suddenly felt strange.

As he was seated in the opposite chair, I stood up automatically.

"I'm finished eating, I'm now going to the bathroom," I told him, then left in front of him quickly.

I'm acting so unusual in front of him, my goodness!

I looked in the mirror and looked at myself very carefully. Why is my ear are so red?

I felt embarrassed, what if he had seen it?

Moments later, there was a knock on the door, "Saint are you alright? Saint... open this door if you don't, I will destroy this," he said while knocking that loud.

Destroy, what?

Immediately, I opened the door, afraid of what he might do.

Worried were visible to his face, "I thought there's something happened to you, thankfully you're fine," he sighed deeply.

I'm all good, what's his problem?

He tends to be the one who is really not well among the two of us.

PERTH'S POV:

"Are you going anywhere afterwards, oh yeah?" I asked him after the Professor left.

This is the only class that we both have. It's been good for me as long as he's been with me.

He shook his head, "None. Why is there a problem?" I shook and smiled to him.

"It seems like the both of you are getting along, ha," Tree interrupts, making my shoulder support again.

He lost his balance when I moved away from him all of a sudden. He got himself so it was all okay, then.

"Are you two friends now?" he asked us.

"No," Saint denied.

My forehead frowned at his reply. Didn't he want me to be a friend of his?

We've been together for a lot longer, we've been eating together and spending our free time together.

Whenever he's with me, I'm so content. Was not he pleased being with me?

This is hurting me.

I could answer yes, but he said it first. I wouldn't want Tree to think I want myself to be a friend of him.

Like I'm hunting for his friendship with mine.

Oh right, if she says no, let that be.

Don't urge him if he doesn't really want to do so. But I'm supposed to be grateful if he said it at first, privately to me. However, I'm not going to conclude too damn a lot.

"Then what are you guys?" in wonder, he glanced at us.

I shook my head and left both of them. I need to get some rest for a moment.

Freaking friends.

The last question of Tree seemed to have been a marked of my brain.

What else are we?