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Chapter 2
Walking as fast as he could towards his class, glistening beads of sweat begin to trickle down from his forehead, stinging ruby eyes with hints of undeniable mischief sparkling in their depths. Long red hair flying lightly behind him, he quickens his steps as he noted the time from a nearby clock, his heavy army boots disturbing the otherwise silent hallway. Reaching his destination, he flings the door open, startling the seated occupants of the room.
"Hello ladies." He drawls while draping his lithe form on the doorframe. Smiling wickedly, letting the door slowly click to a close behind him, he saunters across the room towards the raised podium, smooth graceful movements drawing the undivided attention of every student.
Chest heaving, white dress shirt clinging in places over his damp skin, he exudes a potent charisma as he stood before the class one hand pocketed inside his black slacks.
The class was small, seven pairs of wide eyes stared at the newcomer with varying degrees of astonishment and pique. One petite blond in particular seemed to be quite miffed at the still unknown red head's grand entrance.
The class, seeming as a group, blinked and looks towards each other as if asking what to do next. Someone at the back of the room cleared his throat and started a greeting then everyone fell silent and sat waiting expectantly for the stunning man to introduce himself.
Taking a deep breath and flashing his audience a brilliant smile, the red head cheerfully introduced himself. "I'm Sha Gojyo and I will try my best to turn you into young Da Vinci's before this term ends."
Eyes widening, the students began to fidget and everyone avoided meeting Sha Gojyo's friendly eyes. Once again, the room fell into an uncomfortable silence.
Scratching his head lightly, lips pulled into a cute pout, a confused Sha Gojyo broke the silence and asked, "Don't you like art?"
Urged by her classmates through looks and gestures, the petite blonde, annoyance clearly written on her face, stood up and turned to address the teacher. As politely as she can muster, she quietly said, "I'm sorry sir but I believe you are in the wrong class."
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed. ^_^
Thanks to J_ice for patiently beta reading my work.
Chapter 2
Walking as fast as he could towards his class, glistening beads of sweat begin to trickle down from his forehead, stinging ruby eyes with hints of undeniable mischief sparkling in their depths. Long red hair flying lightly behind him, he quickens his steps as he noted the time from a nearby clock, his heavy army boots disturbing the otherwise silent hallway. Reaching his destination, he flings the door open, startling the seated occupants of the room.
"Hello ladies." He drawls while draping his lithe form on the doorframe. Smiling wickedly, letting the door slowly click to a close behind him, he saunters across the room towards the raised podium, smooth graceful movements drawing the undivided attention of every student.
Chest heaving, white dress shirt clinging in places over his damp skin, he exudes a potent charisma as he stood before the class one hand pocketed inside his black slacks.
The class was small, seven pairs of wide eyes stared at the newcomer with varying degrees of astonishment and pique. One petite blond in particular seemed to be quite miffed at the still unknown red head's grand entrance.
The class, seeming as a group, blinked and looks towards each other as if asking what to do next. Someone at the back of the room cleared his throat and started a greeting then everyone fell silent and sat waiting expectantly for the stunning man to introduce himself.
Taking a deep breath and flashing his audience a brilliant smile, the red head cheerfully introduced himself. "I'm Sha Gojyo and I will try my best to turn you into young Da Vinci's before this term ends."
Eyes widening, the students began to fidget and everyone avoided meeting Sha Gojyo's friendly eyes. Once again, the room fell into an uncomfortable silence.
Scratching his head lightly, lips pulled into a cute pout, a confused Sha Gojyo broke the silence and asked, "Don't you like art?"
Urged by her classmates through looks and gestures, the petite blonde, annoyance clearly written on her face, stood up and turned to address the teacher. As politely as she can muster, she quietly said, "I'm sorry sir but I believe you are in the wrong class."
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed. ^_^
Thanks to J_ice for patiently beta reading my work.