Where the wind whispers

Title: The Eternal Heartache, Chapter 8 of ???
Characters (in this chapter): Cesc Fabregas, David Silva, David Villa, Juan Mata, Xabi Alonso, Vicente Rodriguez, Joaquin Sanchez, Lionel Messi, Bojan Krkic, Gerard Pique
Rating: PG-13
Words: 3467 this chapter ; 22911 overall {45%}
A/N: Almost halfway done, word count wise lol Um…I’m tired so I don’t have anything witty to say for this part. I’m only going to thank everyone who still reads this. :D ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ You guys are all made of WIN. =-D



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Half an hour into his maths class, Cesc could almost understand why David Villa and the others acted up as much as he could understand why his brother and mother acted the way that they did. The five of the boys, including Villa, were all so confusing it was starting to give him a headache. Cesc made a mental note somewhere between the math lecture Señora Delgado was giving and the frequent sniggers coming from the back of the room to ask Silva what the other boys were on to make them as annoying as they were.

Señora Delgado had lectured for half the period and then assigned them work to do in their textbooks. While math had never been Cesc’s favorite subject by any means, he was better than decent at it and had begun work on his assignment. He looks over at David who is scratching away on his paper, hardly ever looking back in the book for notes. Cesc tried to focus on the problems in front of him but he could not quite keep his brain in focus because he kept hearing the other boys in the back corner whisper and then laugh about whatever it was that had been said.

As Cesc completed the third problem, he heard a chair scrape against the floor across the room. He did not think much of it; after all he was trying to be as small and insignificant as was humanly possible. The last thing he wanted to do on his first day of school was draw attention to himself, especially attention drawn from the cool kids.

“Hey new kid,” a voice calls from across the room. Cesc looks over at David who has stopped writing and looks at Cesc with wide eyes.

Cesc looks up at the voice that had spoken, the same voice that had recounted a story earlier as soon as he had walked in. Villa. “Yes?”

Villa looks him over, slowly, as if he were committing every detail to his morbidly perverse memory. “Where school did you come from?”

Cesc gulps and looks away from Villa’s eyes. “One not in Barcelona; I’m not from here.”

“Well where are you from then?” Villa asks. Cesc knows it would draw more questions if he were to avoid the subject but he doesn’t want to name the town of his misery.

“Up north, near the border.” Cesc tries to dodge. “I am from a little town no one has ever heard of.”

Villa narrows his eyes but does not say anything else about that subject. “Nice shirt.”

“Tha-thanks.” Cesc struggles for an answer because he was more than slightly confused at the abrupt change in the conversation.

“So you are friends with Silva?” One of the other boys leans over Villa to ask. Cesc struggles under the sudden unwanted attention. Cesc looks over at the other David who is now looking at him with slightly narrowed eyes, his pencil is poised unmoving above his paper. Even Señora Delgado is watching him now from where she had stopped grading papers.

Villa himself was perturbed at being brushed past by his friend but was too curious to hear the answer to make a comment on it.

“Um, well yes. I guess so.” Cesc says and looks at Silva for…something. Approval? Disappointment? Rejection? Cesc is greeted with a small smile and David resumes his work on problem sixteen of thirty. Señora Delgado goes back to grading papers, uncaring now at what the boys talk about just as long as they do their work and a fight isn’t started.

“Oh well that’s a pity.” The boy who asked is saying now and Cesc turns his gaze to look at him again.

“I’m sorry?” Cesc asks confused, again. “Why is that a pity?”

“You looked cool enough to hang out with us. But if you are hanging out with Silva, well…” The other boy laughed and his friends joined in with him. All of them, that was, except Villa.

Cesc frowned and looked at Silva who was staring intently at his textbook. Cesc noticed that the pencil wasn’t moving and David was biting his lip very, very hard. A string was tugged somewhere deep inside of Cesc and he looked at the boy who had spoken.

“Silva is a very nice person, he doesn’t deserve to be made fun of like that.” Cesc speaks before he can stop himself. When he realizes he spoke, he also sees the boy’s narrowed eyes. But Cesc can’t bring himself to feel bad about what he said; he felt good about standing up for his new friend.

“You are new around here, I will let that one go.” The boy says in a warning tone. Villa watches Cesc now, guarded expression intact, and Cesc wonders what he is thinking.

“Let it go if you want, but either way, Silva is still a far better person than you are.” Cesc says humbly.

“You insolent little—”

“Let it go Juan.” Villa waves off the boy’s verbal assault with a cool tone of his own. “Silva is obviously in good company with this guy.” This draws a couple of sniggers of amusement from the other boys, but the boy, Juan, still had a seething glare at Cesc.

Cesc turns his head away from the group and refocuses on his work. He spares a glance over to Silva and sees that his pencil still isn’t moving. Cesc looks up into David’s eyes and sees watery brown eyes looking at him.

“Thank you.” David mouths and Cesc just nods in return. It felt good standing up for the little guy instead of actually being the little guy, Cesc thought as he moved on to his next problem.


By the time the bell rang to end first period, Cesc had accomplished more than half of his assignment but not all of it. Señora Delgado told him that he could just finish it for homework and that he could turn it in tomorrow along with his additional homework. She welcomed him again to the school and then dismissed him. In the hallway, Silva gushed his gratitude.

“Thank you Cesc, for what you said in there.”

“It wasn’t a problem at all David.” Cesc feels a little embarrassed by the amount of gratitude Silva was pouring on him.

“No, you don’t understand Cesc.” Silva stops them and looks at him with wide eyes. “Nobody ever stands up for me. Ever. They either remain completely silent while those overgrown baboons harass me or they join in. Nobody has ever stood up for me until you came along.”

Cesc flushes but he sees the boy that Silva still is inside; he sees the innocence there the way he sees it in Bojan. The urge to protect Silva as he protected Bojan came up and he knew from then on he would watch out for Silva as much as possible. “I’ll always stand up for you Silva. There is not an excuse in the world for such…stupidity of making fun of another human being.”

Perhaps it was the wisdom that came from being abused for practically all his life or perhaps it was just his need to protect, Cesc felt that his words were spoken from someone much more older than a seventeen year old boy.

Silva smiles gratefully at him. “Come on then, we will be late for chemistry class. And tardiness is not in my vocabulary.”

Cesc smiled at the ‘usual’ Silva and followed after the little mop of brown hair that was already heading down another corridor. As they walked side by side down the hallway, Cesc decided to see how much of a crush Villa actually was.

“So um, is Villa in our chemistry class?” Cesc asked with his hands in his pockets.

“Yes.” Silva said matter of factly. “And he will be in our Catalan class too, but that is after break. Chemistry is my favorite class though.” Silva sighs happily and Cesc decides that he won’t ask.

“Are any of his friends in that class too?” Cesc asked with a little more emphasis on ‘friends’ than was completely necessary.

“If you mean Juan, no he isn’t. But Leo’s mister dreamy eyes is.” Silva explained as they returned to the main hall and Silva started up one of the staircases.

Curiosity piqued in Cesc as he shuffled closer. “Why do you call him that? The mister dreamy eyes part?”

Silva gave him a look over his shoulder. “Just wait a minute and you’ll see.” Silva grinned and then continued up the stairs. Cesc shrugged at Silva’s mysterious answer and followed after him.

Cesc had expected the same grandeur at the top of the stairs as that that was down stairs. He was not disappointed. The tops of the large windows formed the curved edge as they ran along the hallway here. Cesc did not think that more light could be let in if the roof was taken off and sunlight streamed in directly.

“Here we are.” Silva announces outside a door and walks in, expecting Cesc to follow. “The teacher is Señor Alonso. He graduated from Oxford.” The name of the English university is said with such awe and reverence that leads Cesc to believe that he thinks he knows where David Silva wants to attend university.

“Silva, are you going on about my education again?” A voice comes in from behind them and Cesc turns around to see a very good-looking man with dark hair and even darker eyes hidden behind glasses.

“Sí señor, it is so very admirable that you went there, sir.” Silva smiles and Señor Alonso shakes his head.

“You will make a very good chemist one day Silva. And you must be the new student they were telling me about.” The man’s eyes focus on Cesc and Cesc nods.

“I’m Cesc, sir.”

“Cesc, a good strong name.” Alonso smiles and walks over to his desk at the front of the room. “You may get a textbook from the back and then I will assign you a lab partner when the rest of the class comes in. I would pair you off with Silva, but I’m afraid he already has a lab partner.” The man picks up a pen and starts looking over his papers.

Even more students start streaming in; this class was going to be bigger than his math class, Cesc realized at once. A few girls hung out in the middle of the row of lab tables, both blonde and giggly. Cesc eyed them over, fleetingly. It wasn’t that he didn’t like girls; he just found them to be more concerned with what they looked like than other important things.

“Cesc, if you could stand up here for a few minutes so that way I know who else doesn’t have a partner.” Señor Alonso says once a few more boys come in.

Cesc shuffles forward, swallowing. His nerves were acting up again. As he stood in the front of the room, he focused his eyes on David. Silva was lining his pens up in a straight line and had his papers, notes they looked like, in an orderly pile in front of him.

A loud laugh comes from the hallway as three boys walk inside the room. Cesc immediately recognizes Villa and his eyes bulge in his head as he sees the boy saunter over and sit down right next to Silva. What the—?

Cesc refocuses long enough to look at the other two that had walked in. One of them had darker than sandy blonde hair and was very cute. But it was the second one that had the girls, and even Cesc himself, start to fret with the way they looked. The title of ‘mister dreamy eyes’ did not do the boy justice. Dark, dark hair with tanned skin and the eyes were a color of melted chocolate.

“Ah, Mister Sanchez and Mister Rodriguez, nice of you to rejoin us this week.” Señor Alonso says as the two of them walk in coolly. “It was the first week of school, I’m curious, where did you boys go this time?”

One of them, the one that wasn’t the as good-looking one spoke up. “My parents decided it would be a ‘great cultural activity’ for us to see the coast.”

“I’m sure they did. Which coast?” Señor Alonso asks with a raised eyebrow.

The two share a smirk and then looked back at the teacher, oozing fake innocence. “Italy’s.”

Cesc feels his eyes widen. The audacity of these rich kids were amazing to him. It was as if they knew nothing of hard work or suffering, only large amounts of wealth.

“I see.” Señor Alonso said as he put his pen down. “Take your seats gentleman. Cesc, I believe your lab partner will be Señor Rodriguez down there.”

Cesc remembered his name and jumped into action. And then he promptly swallowed his tongue when he realized that ‘Señor Rodriguez’ was mister dreamy eyes himself. Oh great, he thought.

Cesc started down the aisle and looked at Silva for any reassurance. But David was too busy looking at Villa to notice his discomfort. As he sat down, his nerves were having a party in his bloodstream. It did not help that as he sat, the extremely good-looking boy was looking at him.

“Hi.” He said and his voice was deep and rich and amazing. “I’m Vicente.”

Cesc was surprised that he actually remembered his name when he answered. “Cesc.”

Señor Alonso tapped his pen on his desk. “Okay, let’s get started.”


By the time noon arrived, Cesc was more than a little gracious. Sitting for an hour and five minutes next to that…boy…was torture. Cesc had discovered not only was Vicente extremely good looking, but he smelled wonderfully too. And he was actually as smart as he looked, not Silva smart, but smarter than Cesc was when it came to chemistry.

Silva had pried himself away from Villa’s side when the bell rang. Cesc waited for Silva outside the door as he had shot out of his seat when the bell rang. He did not want to linger next to Vicente anymore than absolutely possible. David finally came out humming and looking happy.

“Do you see why he is mister dreamy eyes now?” Silva asked smiling, as he seemed to float down the hallway.

“Yes.” Cesc admitted. “I don’t blame Leo a bit now, he is dreamy looking.”

“Just think of how jealous he will be when he finds out you are Vicente’s lab partner.” Silva said, still ‘floating’ along.

“Okay, what happened to smarty pants Silva?” Cesc asked wondering where the Silva he had known all morning had gone.

“Nothing.” David smiled brightly.

“What did Villa say?” Cesc asked as he followed Silva somewhere.

“Only that he was sorry for the way Juan had spoken to me earlier.” Silva explained, still smiling.

“And what did you say?” Cesc asked, genuinely surprised that David Villa of all people was sorry for that.

“I said that it was okay. Oh, and he said that he liked you for standing up for me. He really isn’t that bad when he is away from the others.” Silva explained. “Our history class is over here.”

Cesc did not get a chance to question Silva any further before the history class was presented. As he was going through the usual new student tasks, Cesc wondered how many sides there were to David Villa.



A history and a language class later, Cesc found himself starving. Raul’s delicious breakfast had worn off by now and he was anxious to see Bojan as well. Silva didn’t have the same language class as he did, but he was right next door. When the bell rang, Cesc waited in the hallway for that now-familiar brown head to pop out of the classroom.

“Hello.” Silva says when he arrives at Cesc’s side in the now-crowded hallway.

“Hi. Is it lunch time yet?” Cesc asks, his stomach growling with the need for food. It seemed that in his not-quite week with his uncle, his stomach had doubled in size.

“Typical male response.” Silva’s smart speech had returned it seemed. “Think with the digestive processes first, social etiquette second.”

“My ‘digestive processes’ need nourishment.” Cesc started as Silva started to head for the courtyard.

“Lunch is served from fourteen twenty to fourteen fifty. It is also our break period. The people like Vicente and Villa and their crowd usually go out to one of the café’s for lunch. The rest of us bring something or grab something from the vending machines.” Silva explained as the great courtyard came nearer. It seemed that the crowd was pushing in to two directions; one half was headed out the front door and the other half was going in the direction of the courtyard. “After that, it is back to the books, except those are the fun classes. Those are the elective courses.”

Cesc thought ahead to his electives, sport and art history. While he himself could not draw that well, he still liked to look at the classic painters. It was something he and his father had done a lot when he was still a boy. How Pep had known that, Cesc meant to inquire about later.

As Silva and Cesc entered the courtyard among the throng of people, Silva started automatically in one direction. Cesc followed him as he had done all day and soon saw the reason why, Leo and Bojan and another boy were already seated on a bench on the back wall.

Cesc felt himself flood with relief when he saw that Bojan was smiling and laughing with the two other boys. Well good, he thought, it looks like Bojan has made a friend. Cesc smiled when Bojan saw him and came running to him. Bojan hugged him when he got close enough and Cesc squeezed his brother back. Silva watches them but doesn’t say anything as he goes past them to greet Leo.

“Are you liking it here?” Cesc asked immediately.

Bojan nods happily. “Very much. Come on you have to come meet Gerard.”

Cesc follows after his brother who has already rejoined whatever conversation they had been having.

“Gerard, this is my brother Cesc. Cesc this is Gerard Pique. I met him in biology.” Bojan introduces his new friend and Cesc nods.

“Hello.”

“Hi.” He smiles big. “Bojan, I’m going to have to go, I’ve got to go meet my girl otherwise she will hit me in the head with something very hard, but it was nice to meet you and you too Cesc.”

Cesc nods again and watches as he leaves. Bojan looks at Cesc with big eyes. “He’s very nice but apparently his girlfriend keeps him close by.”

Silva and Leo both laugh. Leo is the one that explains. “For good reason, he is in his second year now and last year he had ten different girlfriends. For some reason, this one stuck.”

“Oh Leo, you will never believe this!” Silva says when he looks at Cesc.

“Believe what?” Leo asks confused.

“Guess who Vicente’s lab partner is?” Silva smiles smugly and looks at Cesc. Cesc never thought the little boy could be in anyway evil, but he would have to rethink that now.

“Who?” Leo asks quickly.

“Cesc…” Silva says and then grins.

Leo turns wide eyes to Cesc. “Could you, I mean, um, talk to him for me?”

Cesc didn’t think he had the heart to explain to Leo that he himself had issues talking to him. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Cesc inwardly grimaced but when Leo smiled, and as a result Bojan did too, he knew that he had to try now. Besides, Vicente was just a boy right?


For the rest of their break, they talked about school, electives, how Cesc and Bojan were liking it there, and what they were going to do when they got home. Cesc liked this school a lot better than the one that he and Bojan had left behind. Despite the fact that wealth was thrown about like confetti at a parade, the people were nicer usually (Cesc was forgetting about the incident with Juan on purpose) and more normal than anything he had ever really seen before.

Silva and Leo had welcomed them, him and Bojan, into their friendship with open arms. It was something that he was very grateful to the two of them for. He just wondered if their friendship would last if they found out about their origins.

Cesc looked at Bojan’s laughing face and committed that moment to his memory. He hoped that thirty years from now, he would always cherish this moment. The moment where he first realized he belonged somewhere.