"This isn't funny anymore Ryo, I have to be in class in a half hour! You know that I've been late for class for the last 3 days, anymore and I'm in trouble!" Seiji was parting his beautiful blonde locks to the side of his face. Then placing in his purple colored contacts over his dull blue iris. He blinked a few times, looking in the mirror, his face perfectly smooth pale skin, his perfect nose, and lips that would make a girl shutter with a touch. Perfect, was all he could think. He turned to walk out of the bathroom, approaching the door he was stopped by Ryo who had his car keys, swaying them back and forth on his index finger. Ryo was not to bad looking either; he had tan delicate skin, honey brown eyes, and one huge mess of hair on top of his head. Although he never bothered with making it stay down, it looked great. Seiji snatched the keys off of Ryo's finger and walked out of the 2-story house.
They had lived in that house ever since high school. They both had lives with there parents that didn't meet proper standards, Seiji was a victim of child abuse and it was a mirecle that he didn't get scared with all the broken bottles that were thrown at his face. And Ryo well he was in a great family, no fights with anyone, and his parents loved him. But one night they were in a car accident trying to make it to one of Ryo's baseball games. They didn't make it to the hospital in time. He was 5, and he still blames himself for what happened fourteen years ago.
Seiji got to class late again, and this time was permitted a warning telling him that if he missed class one more time that he would be thrown out. it was pretty boring in his math class, his mind began to wonder to the eyes in the woods. He tried to remember what the eyes were shaped like to determine if they were human or animal. But he had failed at the attempt, they were both human and animal.
The teacher had finished with his lesson and was now at Seiji's side.
"Hey class has been over for ten minutes now... you can leave."
Maybe it was all a twisted dream, something that he had thought up of and maybe he was still dreaming...