Try understanding without Words

Chapter One: Stupidity

By KellyQ

He didn't know why he was moved here. It wasn't going to be any different than the other orphanages. Maybe getting more food. That could've been it. He hated it. Kouji felt alienated from the other orphans. Why was he stuck here with all of these other kids?

Kouji sat at the table, listening to music through his head phones when a piece of paper was slipped under his nose. He opened one eye and looked at it. The paper was a drawing of him, roughly sketched. Kouji just sighed and closed his eye again, ignoring the art work.

For the past few days, a deaf boy had been trying to get Kouji's attention by just drawing rough sketches of him. The boy had brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and goggles. He went by the name of Takuya. He did have an interpreter. A nice girl who had blonde hair, blue eyes, named Izumi. Today she was sick with a cold. Just my luck ... Kouji grumbled hearing Takuya make noise from the back of his throat. Kouji's hand started to tense up, feeling his anger growing. Finally, Kouji couldn't take it any more. He pulled his head-phones down to his shoulders and looked at Takuya in the eyes.

"Look, just leave me alone and stop drawing me pictures of me! I hate them!"

Takuya watched with confusion as the picture was just shoved back at him. Takuya looked at the picture then back at the boy. He tapped on the counter again, trying to get Kouji's attention again.

"What part of leave me alone, don't you understand?" the dark-haired boy yelled, slamming his hand down on the table.

"Kouji!" a stern female voice, snapped.

He turned his head to see Mrs. Right walk up, with an expression of anger. Mrs. Right was the caretaker for the children. The woman had blonde short hair and a well-curved body. Mis. Right's eyes held kindness when she made sure that they were fed and washed.

"Do you need a nap?" she asked sternly, giving Kouji a firm stare.

A sound came from the back of Takuya's throat. He waved his hand, trying to get the ladies's attention. Mrs. Right turned her head to see Takuya's hands moving, and she understood that he was saying. Kouji just rolled his eyes as he got up and started to walk way, but he didn't get very far.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Nowhere," Kouji responded, sounding annoyed.

"Good. Now you need to apologize to Takuya."

Mrs. Right waited. Kouji stared at Takuya to see hurt in his eyes. Why does he hate me so much? The brown-haired boy thought. Are my drawings that bad? Takuya made some noises, pointing at the picture. He then looked at Mrs. Right moving his fingers.

Mis. Right stared back at Kouji. "He wants to know if his drawings are bad."

"They suck just like him."

With that, he turned and walked to his bed. Mrs. Right sighed as she walked up and sat across the table. The dark-haired boy watched from the corner of his eye as Mis. Right tried to tell Takuya that Kouji didn't like the drawings. It was a lie. Kouji did like the drawings, he wasn't quite sure how to express his gratitude. Kouji tightened his fists again, annoyed with the sounds Takuya made. He got up and walked outside.


Kouji walked to the swing set and sat down, letting his legs move himself. This was not his day. Why did Izumi have to get a cold? Why couldn't it be the other way around? Kouji didn't want to be around him. Takuya was cheerful, dumb, and cute. Cute? Where did that come from? Kouji got off the swing and walked over to the building. He leaned against the wall and sank down, bringing his knees to his chest. He sat there until a shadow loomed over him. Kouji eyes shifted to see that it was Takuya.

Takuya got down on his hands and knees and crawled right between Kouji's legs. After one moment, Takuya reached out putting his gloved hand on Kouji's cheek. Takuya pointed at his eye, then back at Kouji with a sad expression. It took a moment for the dark-haired boy to figure out what Takuya was saying, then it occurred to him what it was. Kouji couldn't help but smile at a little moving the boy's hand away from his cheek.

"Yea, I guess you can say that I'm sad," Kouji breathed, turning his head making a sad face so that Takuya knew that he understood. It was true. Kouji was sad and lonely. Takuya put his gloved hand on Kouji's shoulder, the brown haired boy pointed to himself making a sad face then pointed at his own ears. "Yea. It must be bad not having any hearing." Kouji looked sympathetically at the boy. "I would be upset if I didn't have any hearing at all."

Takuya made sounds from the back of this throat as his hands moved in sign language. Kouji had no clue what the deaf boy was saying. He did wish someone there to interpret. The only thing Kouji got was the word sad. Was Takuya asking him why he saw sad?

"He's asking you why you look so sad all the time." Mrs. Right answered, walking up.

"I was thinking about my dead brother, and how much I miss him," Kouji said truthfully.

The dark-haired boy watched Mrs. Right's slender hands move elegantly. She must be saying every word, I said in sign language, Kouji thought. After she stopped, Takuya looked sadly at the dark-haired boy. Sounds came from Takuya's throat as he started sign language.

"I had a brother too," Mrs. Right translated. "My parents and little brother died in a car crash. That's how I lost my hearing."

Kouji figured the last part when Takuya made a popping sound with his lips. He put his hands close to his ears by putting his thumbs on top of his nails then pulling them out. That must be the sign language for explosion, Kouji thought. Now he felt bad for Takuya. He lost his brother and hearing all due to a car crash. Kouji's parents didn't really want anything to do with him and his brother.

"You're lucky," Kouji muttered. "You had parents that didn't just dump you because they didn't want anything to do with you."

"Now that's not true," Mrs. Right said before she translated it for Takuya.

Kouji ignored her as he got up and started to walk back to the swing. Takuya walked right in front of him, moving his hands in the air, pointing to his lips than his ears.

"What is he saying?"

"He's saying that you're luckier than must. You can talk and hear. So don't listen to music too loud, or you'll end up like me," the blonde-haired woman translated.

The dark-haired boy couldn't help but smile. "I'll try."

To Be Continued ...