*** Hi again. Another chapter finally. I'm really trying hard to update as
much as possible but it ain't gonna happen more than once or twice a week.
Sorry! Anyway enjoy!***
Chapter 19
The class began shortly after we sat down at our table. The square wooden tables were rather tall and accompanied by wooden stools to sit on. Beside me was Chichiri and across from me sat Reana.
"Hello class," the teacher began to instruct, "Today I will be very generous. You will have time to catch up on any assignments that have not been completed yet and if you are well ahead of the class you may work on anything of your choice. Go ahead an get started."
A light rumble of voices began after the teacher finished speaking. Some shifted and got out of their chairs to gather whatever materials they needed from the art department. I always personally carried my brushes, paints and pencils, as well as a blending stub and two good erasers of different sizes. All I ever needed to get was the paper and a can of water.
"Sweet a free class. I'm gonna enjoy this. Hmm, what to do... what to do?" I rambled on.
"I'm gonna draw a picture of Tasuki!" I heard Reana almost shout.
"Ya you do that. So Chichiri what do you want to do. You can either draw, paint, make a sculpture, make pottery or make something out of wood. It's up to you."
"Ano, what will you be doing?" he asked in response.
"I feel like a water painting."
"Can I do one too, no da?"
"Sure why not. Ok well I'll grab some water and you go into that drawer over there, the one with the green label, and get four pieces of the paper. It's a special paper that absorbs water better," I instructed and he nodded.
I quickly got up and went over to the sink, which was on the opposite side of the room. The cans were stacked nicely above the sink for easy access. On either side of where I was now standing where the rows and rows of wooden drawers with all the materials you could possibly dream about. The morning light seeped into the room through four large arced windows and reflected off the water as I poured some into the can. On my way back I walked slower as to not spill anything.
I sat back down at the table where Chichiri was already waiting for me.
"So have you ever painted before?" I asked him.
"I did try it once, no da. I never made a hobby out of it though, and the materials were very different."
"Oh, well personally I love art. Hopefully I'll be able to make a career out of it one day. In any case, feel free to use my paints and brushes."
"Arigato, na no da."
"No prob. Wanna be my victim?" I asked him with a smirk.
"Sure but only if you'll be mine, no da."
"I can handle that," I laughed then looked over at Tasuki, "What are you going to do Tasuki?"
He lifted his head, and turned towards me before he answered, "I want to do a sculpture with clay!"
"Sounds good," I retorted, then noticed a ball of clay that Reana passed to him.
I began to sketch the rough outlines of Chichiri and placed him in a background where the horizon hit an oversized full moon, with some trees and shrubs around him. Once I had the picture sketched I filled in more definite lines, with a non-leak pen.
Before I began to paint, I erased all the pencil marks, and looked over to see how Chichiri and Tasuki were doing. Tasuki seemed to be trying to make something out of the still deformed ball of clay and Chichiri was still finishing the portrait sketch of my face. Lets just say it looked a lot better than whatever Tasuki was making.
It took me a solid hour to fully paint my picture to a point where I was content with it. Once completed I signed it, dated it and stretched. I can't easily sit for so long. I stood up and started stretching in the middle of the classroom.
The teacher noticed me, walked up and started speaking, "Done I assume."
"Yup," I said cheerfully as I continued with what I was doing. It was seldom that I stretched in the middle of what I was doing.
The thirty-year-old man looked over at my painting and nodded in approval.
"You put a lot of emotion into this one, it shows. Perhaps love even, it's very intense. You best painting yet," the tall man continued.
"Wow thank you," I was flabbergasted by such praise.
"I assume you're not single anymore," he said with a soft chuckle, "Too bad really... Keep it up, I'd like to see more like this," he went on before he started walking away.
"Uh, that was odd..." I said when he was out of earshot, with a puzzled look on my face.
"Ano, were you two together before?" Chichiri asked in concern.
"No, never. I don't know where that came from, I really don't," I confessed honestly.
"Ooh teachers in love with Lenore, but so's Chichiri. Very intriguing," Reana taunted playfully.
I sat down silently and stared at my painting. I loved Chichiri. I knew that much for sure. But I never would have thought it fathomable that someone else cared about me in that way. I respected my teacher but I would have never thought...
My thoughts were distracted as Chichiri lifted his hand to pull my head up.
"Are you ok, no da?" he asked staring intently at me.
"Ya, I'm fine. I was just thinking. Sorry to worry you," was my response.
"Don't be sorry... I finished my painting," he informed, no longer holding my head up.
I looked over at his painting. It had turned out rather well. A simple black background with my saddened face string back at me. I didn't realize how long I had been staring at my painting but it must have been at least half an hour.
"That's a really good painting, especially for someone who hasn't really done very much of it," I complemented.
"Arigato, na no da. I guess I was motivated," was his response as he smiled at me.
I couldn't help my natural response of smiling back. Now that I was back in reality I looked over at Tasuki who seemed to still be struggling with his work.
"What's that supposed to be Fang-boy?" I asked trying to decipher the mess in front of him.
"That's it!. F*** it! I can't stand this anymore!!!" he yelled as he dropped what was in his hand, turned his back to me and folded his arms in an angry manner.
"Sorry Tasuki," I apologized in a very gentle voice. Now the eyes of everyone around us were staring.
He snarled but then turned around and spoke, "It's not your fault I was frustrated," then he stood up and walked away.
"Ugh, I'm a moron," I stated then let my head drop down on the table.
Reana had got up and followed Tasuki to where he disappeared. I sat there and sulked.
The teacher seemed to notice the commotion and came around again.
"Lenore, what happened?" he asked gently.
"I'm stupid, and did something stupid. I shouldn't have said that to Tasuki."
"He was stressed, its not your fault." He tried to reassure, and it seemed to partially work.
"Thanks Mr. Lanson," I said looking up.
"Please just call me Sebastian."
"But that's informal," I retorted.
"Who cares. You are one of the few who even addresses me by a name as opposed to 'sir', or 'teacher'. It really doesn't matter, just call me Sebastian."
"Oh k. In that case thank you Sebastian," I said gratefully, smiling, having almost forgotten about the previous incident.
"That's better," then he announced to the class, "If you are done you may leave. There is an hour left of class however if you wish to stay."
Most of the students quickly got up and left in a loud chatter. About an eighth of the class was left behind.
At that moment Tasuki and Reana had rejoined us. They were both grinning hand in hand. My guilt however came rushing back.
"Hi guys! Umm Tasuki I'm really sorry. I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have said that..." I stammered uncertainly.
"Sorry for what? Fang-boy doesn't need any apologies," he responded as he smirked a fanged grin.
I was really glad he was in a better mood now. I stood up and ran towards him to give him a big hug.
"Ano..." Tasuki mumbled but returned the short hug.
"Let's clean up and get outta here. I'm hungry," I said as I lifted the can of water I had used.
Tasuki picked up a piece of clay, split it in two, and shot a piece at both Reana and me.
"Hey!" we yelled simultaneously.
I picked up the piece, which had stained the side of my face upon impact, and shot it back at him. Then, before he could return the favor, I ran to the sink with the can.
We had a good chuckle or two and had quickly cleaned up the mess, including ourselves. I put away all of my own materials in my bag as well as both Chichiri's and my painting.
Before we left the classroom I received the teachers attention as I shouted, "Goodbye Sebastian, see you tomorrow!"
He glanced up and our eyes met momentarily. I couldn't help but wonder what today would have been like if I didn't belong to Chichiri...
***I'm evil I know. Send your complaints or thoughts if you wish. In any case I'm very sorry for updating so seldom now. It doesn't help that I'm sick. Anyway I'll hopefully have another one up before the next week is over. Until then bye!***
Chapter 19
The class began shortly after we sat down at our table. The square wooden tables were rather tall and accompanied by wooden stools to sit on. Beside me was Chichiri and across from me sat Reana.
"Hello class," the teacher began to instruct, "Today I will be very generous. You will have time to catch up on any assignments that have not been completed yet and if you are well ahead of the class you may work on anything of your choice. Go ahead an get started."
A light rumble of voices began after the teacher finished speaking. Some shifted and got out of their chairs to gather whatever materials they needed from the art department. I always personally carried my brushes, paints and pencils, as well as a blending stub and two good erasers of different sizes. All I ever needed to get was the paper and a can of water.
"Sweet a free class. I'm gonna enjoy this. Hmm, what to do... what to do?" I rambled on.
"I'm gonna draw a picture of Tasuki!" I heard Reana almost shout.
"Ya you do that. So Chichiri what do you want to do. You can either draw, paint, make a sculpture, make pottery or make something out of wood. It's up to you."
"Ano, what will you be doing?" he asked in response.
"I feel like a water painting."
"Can I do one too, no da?"
"Sure why not. Ok well I'll grab some water and you go into that drawer over there, the one with the green label, and get four pieces of the paper. It's a special paper that absorbs water better," I instructed and he nodded.
I quickly got up and went over to the sink, which was on the opposite side of the room. The cans were stacked nicely above the sink for easy access. On either side of where I was now standing where the rows and rows of wooden drawers with all the materials you could possibly dream about. The morning light seeped into the room through four large arced windows and reflected off the water as I poured some into the can. On my way back I walked slower as to not spill anything.
I sat back down at the table where Chichiri was already waiting for me.
"So have you ever painted before?" I asked him.
"I did try it once, no da. I never made a hobby out of it though, and the materials were very different."
"Oh, well personally I love art. Hopefully I'll be able to make a career out of it one day. In any case, feel free to use my paints and brushes."
"Arigato, na no da."
"No prob. Wanna be my victim?" I asked him with a smirk.
"Sure but only if you'll be mine, no da."
"I can handle that," I laughed then looked over at Tasuki, "What are you going to do Tasuki?"
He lifted his head, and turned towards me before he answered, "I want to do a sculpture with clay!"
"Sounds good," I retorted, then noticed a ball of clay that Reana passed to him.
I began to sketch the rough outlines of Chichiri and placed him in a background where the horizon hit an oversized full moon, with some trees and shrubs around him. Once I had the picture sketched I filled in more definite lines, with a non-leak pen.
Before I began to paint, I erased all the pencil marks, and looked over to see how Chichiri and Tasuki were doing. Tasuki seemed to be trying to make something out of the still deformed ball of clay and Chichiri was still finishing the portrait sketch of my face. Lets just say it looked a lot better than whatever Tasuki was making.
It took me a solid hour to fully paint my picture to a point where I was content with it. Once completed I signed it, dated it and stretched. I can't easily sit for so long. I stood up and started stretching in the middle of the classroom.
The teacher noticed me, walked up and started speaking, "Done I assume."
"Yup," I said cheerfully as I continued with what I was doing. It was seldom that I stretched in the middle of what I was doing.
The thirty-year-old man looked over at my painting and nodded in approval.
"You put a lot of emotion into this one, it shows. Perhaps love even, it's very intense. You best painting yet," the tall man continued.
"Wow thank you," I was flabbergasted by such praise.
"I assume you're not single anymore," he said with a soft chuckle, "Too bad really... Keep it up, I'd like to see more like this," he went on before he started walking away.
"Uh, that was odd..." I said when he was out of earshot, with a puzzled look on my face.
"Ano, were you two together before?" Chichiri asked in concern.
"No, never. I don't know where that came from, I really don't," I confessed honestly.
"Ooh teachers in love with Lenore, but so's Chichiri. Very intriguing," Reana taunted playfully.
I sat down silently and stared at my painting. I loved Chichiri. I knew that much for sure. But I never would have thought it fathomable that someone else cared about me in that way. I respected my teacher but I would have never thought...
My thoughts were distracted as Chichiri lifted his hand to pull my head up.
"Are you ok, no da?" he asked staring intently at me.
"Ya, I'm fine. I was just thinking. Sorry to worry you," was my response.
"Don't be sorry... I finished my painting," he informed, no longer holding my head up.
I looked over at his painting. It had turned out rather well. A simple black background with my saddened face string back at me. I didn't realize how long I had been staring at my painting but it must have been at least half an hour.
"That's a really good painting, especially for someone who hasn't really done very much of it," I complemented.
"Arigato, na no da. I guess I was motivated," was his response as he smiled at me.
I couldn't help my natural response of smiling back. Now that I was back in reality I looked over at Tasuki who seemed to still be struggling with his work.
"What's that supposed to be Fang-boy?" I asked trying to decipher the mess in front of him.
"That's it!. F*** it! I can't stand this anymore!!!" he yelled as he dropped what was in his hand, turned his back to me and folded his arms in an angry manner.
"Sorry Tasuki," I apologized in a very gentle voice. Now the eyes of everyone around us were staring.
He snarled but then turned around and spoke, "It's not your fault I was frustrated," then he stood up and walked away.
"Ugh, I'm a moron," I stated then let my head drop down on the table.
Reana had got up and followed Tasuki to where he disappeared. I sat there and sulked.
The teacher seemed to notice the commotion and came around again.
"Lenore, what happened?" he asked gently.
"I'm stupid, and did something stupid. I shouldn't have said that to Tasuki."
"He was stressed, its not your fault." He tried to reassure, and it seemed to partially work.
"Thanks Mr. Lanson," I said looking up.
"Please just call me Sebastian."
"But that's informal," I retorted.
"Who cares. You are one of the few who even addresses me by a name as opposed to 'sir', or 'teacher'. It really doesn't matter, just call me Sebastian."
"Oh k. In that case thank you Sebastian," I said gratefully, smiling, having almost forgotten about the previous incident.
"That's better," then he announced to the class, "If you are done you may leave. There is an hour left of class however if you wish to stay."
Most of the students quickly got up and left in a loud chatter. About an eighth of the class was left behind.
At that moment Tasuki and Reana had rejoined us. They were both grinning hand in hand. My guilt however came rushing back.
"Hi guys! Umm Tasuki I'm really sorry. I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have said that..." I stammered uncertainly.
"Sorry for what? Fang-boy doesn't need any apologies," he responded as he smirked a fanged grin.
I was really glad he was in a better mood now. I stood up and ran towards him to give him a big hug.
"Ano..." Tasuki mumbled but returned the short hug.
"Let's clean up and get outta here. I'm hungry," I said as I lifted the can of water I had used.
Tasuki picked up a piece of clay, split it in two, and shot a piece at both Reana and me.
"Hey!" we yelled simultaneously.
I picked up the piece, which had stained the side of my face upon impact, and shot it back at him. Then, before he could return the favor, I ran to the sink with the can.
We had a good chuckle or two and had quickly cleaned up the mess, including ourselves. I put away all of my own materials in my bag as well as both Chichiri's and my painting.
Before we left the classroom I received the teachers attention as I shouted, "Goodbye Sebastian, see you tomorrow!"
He glanced up and our eyes met momentarily. I couldn't help but wonder what today would have been like if I didn't belong to Chichiri...
***I'm evil I know. Send your complaints or thoughts if you wish. In any case I'm very sorry for updating so seldom now. It doesn't help that I'm sick. Anyway I'll hopefully have another one up before the next week is over. Until then bye!***