Fixing Sang

chapter seven

■ Luke's P.O.V ■

I was having a chocolate withdrawal.  I could just feel it. Northy wouldn't let me eat any this morning.  Everytime I tried to sneak some he would grab it and throw it away.
So by lunch time the closest I got to anything sweet was that beautiful girl, Sang. Her small smile was like drinking sugar. Her voice smooth as melted chocolate.  I even daydreamed about her. She was a goddess of sweets.
I could imagine her as a cupcake. 
I just hope North don't take her away. Because I may be able to live without my mouth melting a bar of chocolate.  Or candy to fill my belly. But I know for sure, I'd never be able to go without the sweet addiction of my small cupcake.  With her blonde hair of white chocolate.  And full pink lips like vanilla.  And eyes of so many wrapped candies. No, after all the times North has said I wouldn't die without sweets I'd always complain otherwise. But now I believe it. Because here in front of me... Is proof that the only thing that would kill me is living in a world without sweet Sang. 
I want to make her my cupcake.

■ North's P.O.V ■

At first I was suspicious.  This girl that had my brothers basically grappling at her feet. What did she want? Why my brothers? First day at this horrible school and my family is already distracted away from the mission.
   But then I met her. And I tried not to like her. I really did. I tried to force myself not to care. But studying her moves made me see what had my brothers hooked. This small girl carried the world on her shoulders.  Showed strength beneath her pain. I just wanted to get to know her.
Protect her from what's hurting her. Even seeing the strength of a survivor and the fragility of a baby.... all I wanted to do was to scoop her into my arms and run away somewhere to keep her safe. Because every flinch went to my heart. Just looking in her eyes you could see her hurting. I couldn't help but think how utterly fucking useless I was. I couldn't even save her. Because I don't know what to save her from.

■ Mr. Blackbourne's P.O.V ■

"Don't you have a class to teach?" Dr. Green's voice brought me out of my trance. We sat in a small office that we shared. It held two desks, computers, with only one shelf, one phone that sat neatly on my desk. The walls were a fading tan and a the floors a worn brown carpet.
I run my hands over my suit, flattening away non existent wrinkles, before turning to face Dr. Green. 
"It would seem Dr. Green, that students here do not enjoy classical music.  Nor learning to play an instrument. Therefore I have no class."
I carefully straighten my already straight glasses and place my hands neatly on my lap.
"But yesterday there was a call in about a late applying student.  I'm pretty sure they have your class right now."
I look at him carefully.  My expression completely blank. I take in his words and I give him a nod as I stand up and walk to the door.
"I will go and see then. Thank you Dr. Green."
Before he can reply, I make my way to the room I would have used if I would have had students. As I reach the door, I can hear music playing and hope I'm not about to walk into kids going past second base in the room.
   I straighten my tie, stand ramrod straight and walk inside. I almost take my glasses off to reclean them to make sure I'm truely seeing what I hear. A small girl has a violin tucked gently into her chin and her fingers play with no hesitation across the strings.
  I couldn't help but walk all the way to her, and when I see her face my heart beats a little faster. This beautiful girl has her eyes closed, as an expression of pure bliss and passion holds her face. Blonde waves fall perfectly around her shoulders and her posture is as perfect as my own.
   I could see the confidence she carries in the music. See the peace it brings. She holds so much talent, that I can't help but admire her skills. She's probably better than myself.
   As she finishes I gently tap my hands together. So when she opens her eyes I almost falter. Bright green eyes take me in and then her whole demeanor changes. She slouches her body together.  Tucks her chin into herself. Looks down at her legs.
    And immediately, I know something was wrong. So I ease gentle conversation. Her face lighting up about wanting to learn a piano. I almost wish I was Victor so I could teach her myself. But I shut the thought down before it fully registered through my brain. Her voice freezes me. As soft as whisper. Fragile as a butterfly and just as beautiful. 
     I was so glad Dr. Green told me to come here. This precious being has my whole attention.  Even seeing the shadows that linger in her eyes. I wish that I could help her. Pull her into my arms.
   So walking from the room, I'm worried. I find myself in a situation I can not control, for once I'm not sure if I care. And if that's all from this Ms. Sorensen from just a few minutes,  then how much control will I lose by the end of this mission?

■ Sean's P.O.V ■

I like that I get to be a teacher during this mission. Even with a school as sad as this. And the moment a girl wearing a dark hoody walked in, I'm pretty sure I was going to like this class more.
  Victor sat beside her, making me glad they would be partners for this class. I trust him.
But when I finished my speech and looked at my students, my eyes connected to hers.
Sang.
All I could think about was how beautiful she was. And it's like she didn't even know it. I smiled at her and she looked down quickly.  I frowned a moment before shaking my head to clear it. I then began to walk around the classroom to look over what everyone has.
Some of these answers were ridiculous.
Others, impressive.  But all mostly the same. Like who didnt know Japan had rice? Or sushi? 
So when I made it to Victor and Sang, I was immediately impressed at how many things they had listed. As my eyes scanned down the neatly written lists and I was even more so impressed.  There were things on here I barely knew of. So when I muttered under my breath in Japanese, my shock was huge. I already had a student who could speak, and by the way she spoke I knew she didn't truly need this class.
But I was glad to have her.
She was just so small and delicate.  I just wanted to curl her to me and keep her safe. Cuddle her like a little pookie bear.
Ouuu. Pookie. Yes. Ms. Sang will be my Pookie. My future Mrs. Green.