Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boys!

First Month

The first class of How to be A Good Lover Boy Course was a room with lounge and fireplace. White sat in a single sofa as the ten pupils sat down on the lounge.

"Welcome to your first class, young gentlemen-will-be." White said, crossing one of his foot over the others. "Note to you all, this isn't exactly a good example; a gentleman should not sit like this, unless you're a metro-sexual man and you have a certificate to prove that you're a valid metro-sexual guy."

Julius, Gray, and Blood quickly dropped their foot.

White smiled and inhaled as his eye swept the room.

"Well, for the first thing you need to learn in relationship will be...What do you want in a relationship? Let's start with...Blood Dupre. Apparently you've been in numerous relationships that ends bad."

Blood froze and narrowed his eyes. "How do you..."

White smirked. "Judging from your bored expression and the way you cross your arms, it voices that you've more experience than the others. However, your eyes glances here and there quite many times, indicating that you're worried if this course is a waste."

"You occasionally tap your foot since you're impatient. And judging from your choice of outfit; a loose white shirt, you're trying to show off the hickeys."

"And you frown quite deep unconsciously, indicating that you've never been in a good relationship."

"..." Blood gulped and glanced away, couldn't admit it yet couldn't deny.

Pierce seemed super impressed. "H-How do you do that?"

"This is called profiling. A skill to know a person by observing from simple gestures, images and habits." White explained and crossed his arms, leaning to the back of the chair. "You will learn half of my skill to observe ladies and understand them. If you want to excel at profiling, you should go and be a detective."

Julius raised his hand. "Why do we need to observe the ladies?"

White chuckled. "Lesson number one: no matter how a lady try to not care, how she seems patient about it, how she tries to deny it; a lady likes it to know that she's being observed. A lady likes it to have someone paying attention to her intently."

"...B-But..." Elliot tried to speak out.

"And at the same time," White said louder, directing at Elliot, "A lady does not like attention when she does not need it."

Elliot shut his mouth.

"Now," White smiled brighter. "Let's go back to Blood. What do you want in a relationship, my friend?"

Blood had a hard look on his face, and said; "I don't know."

White smirked. "I think I do." Blood pierced his eyes on the red-head.

"What about you, Elliot?" he changed the target.

Elliot heaved. "I...I want to be loved by someone I love..." he sincerely said.

Blood had a confused look on his face. Pierce looked down and blushed. Boris whistled. Gray smiled understandingly. Peter sighed as if he was embarrassed to hear it. Sidney coughed awkwardly. Julius frowned. Black yawned, and Ace blinked curiously.

~.X.~

1st Important thing to know: Love

"Bull's eye." White grinned. "Some people have different purpose in relationships, but in this context, the true answer is love."

Blood didn't even bother to show his manner. "That's ridiculous. There's no such thing, right?"

"In some ways, there isn't." White waved to calm Blood from debating him. "Basically," White got up and turned on a projector. He clapped his hands so the light turned off, and revealed writings on the white wall.

Love is a mysterious thing; it's a state where you fully accept something, defend it, fight for it, try to understand it and believe in it with all your heart.

"Most realistic examples will be those people who fully devote themselves to the country; they'd do as they told, they'd die for their country, they'd protect their country with all their might."

"Or people with strong religions; they believe in God, do as He commands and avoid what He forbids."

Black shook his head. "Whoah hold the fuck on there...That sounds more like fucking fanatic people. So what you're trying to fucking say is; love is like a fanatic obsessive things to something?"

White laughed. "Fanaticism and love are completely different things." He used a remote to turn the page of the presentation.

Fanaticism: when you're obsessed with something,but you'd hate others who say bad things about it, to the point that you'd want to destroy them.

"For example, fans on the internet. Let's just imagine...Justin Bieber, for example."

"Do you have to pick the worst role model?" Peter rolled his eye.

"Quiet, Peter. So yeah, Justin Bieber; their fans are completely obsessed with them, and imagine those ladies would kill anyone who dares to insult Bieber within their hearing range. Like, even if what that person says is true! Justin Bieber puke on the stage!" White tried to mimicked, "And the fangirls would be like; Shut it! We'll kill you! He's perfect!" White made his point clear by showing the next line.

Fanatic people obsess something, but doesn't want to hear about its flaws, even if it's logical and true. That's fanaticism.

"While in the context of love, it's completely different." White turned to the next page after making sure everyone's got enough time to read.

Human's love: we love someone else who's more perfect than us. And then it goes down to the point where we found our match; we can make her perfect, and she can make us perfect. And that's why we love each other.

"Psychologically, humans seek perfection, despite they're imperfect. That's why there are religious people; they love God, because they believe God is perfect. Most of us here might or might not even believe God exists, but that's up to everyone. Is that logical for you?"

"While in human's context, it's a bit different. When someone is truly in love, they accept it as a whole; they'd love its flaws and its good points. That is called a true love. A very rare thing."

The pupils fell silent as they progress White's words, while the red-head smiled and leaned back again to rest a little, until he thought they've grasped most of his words.

"And for our context, we have different purposes. Yet our mission is to convince our target to believe that they seek love from us. Whether it will bloom into real love or not, it goes back to your own purpose. So now, are we clear on our objective?" White questioned, and Boris shook his head.

"What's the point? How do we convince others that they love us when...maybe we're not. Maybe we just want to marry her because she's rich daddy girl. Maybe because we want to get into her pants. Maybe because we're complete creeps." Boris argued.

White nodded. "Good question. That's why I started by making you understand about love." He clicked the next page.

A woman in love = give you all money = sex = love you = do everything you say *depends on her level of intelligence as well.

"Thus, explains why we're going to study about different kinds of girls!"

~.X.~

Asian Girls

"Asians are known for their fierce intelligence and dignity. Though their dignity levels or you can say, resistance level vary depends on the area." White smiled as they walked into a different class the next day.

"For the first example, Japanese girls."

Alice came into the room, wearing Japanese sailor school uniform with neatly combed hair. She bowed at the pupils politely.

"Nice to meet you. Please take care of me."

The boys were busy staring at Alice in her cosplay, since Japanese's uniform had short skirt, and they couldn't help but trail their eyes along her legs.

White chuckled knowingly and elbowed Boris.

"Now let's see how you'd act around girls, Boris." He said.

"Oh, sweet." Boris snickered and came forth casually. He winked at Alice. "Hey there, cutie? Care to gimme your name?"

Alice blushed and looked down. "U-Um...why would I...?" she frowned.

Boris raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, well, so I can call you if I wanna go and hang out~! So whaddaya say?"

Alice looked away shyly. "I-I don't even know your name..." she blushed harder.

"The name's Boris. And yours, is?"

"A-Alice..."

"Hm...What a cute name! A cute name for a cute girl." Boris smirked and slowly put a hand on her shoulder. "So what do you say? Wanna hang out?"

"Um...sorry! Boris-kun!" Alice flushed dark and bowed apologetically. "I...I need to study. I don't have time to hang out. G-Gomennasai...Ja!" she bowed and excused herself, leaving into the changing room.

Boris froze in the spot. "That usually works...a-at least...we'd hang out for fun!" he reasoned.

"Okay, then let's see what Black can do." White nodded to his twin.

"Me!?" Black pointed at himself in surprise. Before he could protest, Alice had came into the room again.

This time, she was wearing a kimono, and had a very soft look on her face, gazing down shyly.

"B-But—"

"Go!" Gray and Boris pushed the red-head to the stage.

Black gaped as his eyes fell to the young lady in the kimono before him. She looked like a completely different personality, gazing down shyly and all! Black glared at White.

"But I don't even fuckin'—"

"Ano, sa..." Alice gasped and put her palm on her lips. "Naze...? How can you say such a harsh word...? It's not very nice..." she looked down with a frown.

"Oh, s-sorry." Black twitched. "I'm Black."

Alice nodded, still not looking at him. "Naru hodo...Black-kun...is there something you need from me?"

Black gaped and then desperately turned to White. "What the fuck am I supposed to do!?" he mouthed at him.

"Try to ask her out." White mouthed back.

"Oh yeah, uh, I was just wondering...if...if you'd hang out with me." Black awkwardly muttered.

Alice suddenly gazed up at him coldly, and looked away, flipping out a fan.

"Gomennasai, Black-kun. I am not a cheap easy woman, if that's what you think of me."

Black twitched. "What!? I didn't—"

"Excuse me now. I need to return to my study." Alice turned and walked away, back into the changing room.

Black was left with his jaw hanging.

White laughed. "Courtesy is very important in order to approach an Asian girl. Every Asians are educated with strict manners; they're careful around strangers and courtesy is a way to show that you have enough intelligence to socialize with them."

Boris and Black twitched. "You're saying we're idiots!?" they yelled.

White ignored them. "Now, let me give you off some tips. When handling Japanese girls, you have to show courtesy, with two characters; cheerful or calm. You have to stand strong and look confident...No twiddling hands!" he smacked Pierce's fiddling fingers.

"S-Sorry!"

"No stuttering, and just act casual but polite. Japanese girls are also easily impressed with smart boys, especially if they're good looking and sociable. Most smart students in Japan aren't really good at socializing, but they're very respected."

Next, Alice came into the room with braided pigtail and thick glasses, looking horrified.

"In Asia, grades and scores are very important. Usually it's a related thing towards their family." White tilted his head to Alice. "Elliot, why don't you try this one out?"

Elliot gulped and walked forth.

"Hello, I'm Elliot. Nice to meet you." Elliot said cheerfully.

Alice pushed her thick glasses and had a relieved smile as she replied to him. "Oh...Nice to meet you, Elliot-kun. I'm Alice..."

Elliot bit his lower lip as his minds were racing, and an idea popped in. "I'm sorry if I'm being nosy, but I see that you're whimpering. You look pale, are you okay?"

Alice looked down. "Ah...um...It's not a big deal..."

Elliot had been in a relationship once, so he knew that it was a lie.

"Do you need someone to take you to...infirmary?" he offered politely.

Alice shook her head and sighed. "J-Jitsu wa, Elliot-kun...I'm going to have an exam tomorrow...B-But I don't understand the materials...I'm so nervous...If I get bad scores, Okka-san to Otto-san are going to kill me." She whimpered, playing with her skirt.

"Oh, I see..." Elliot awkwardly scratched his cheek. "If you want to, I can accompany you to study. I...I'm not very smart, but I heard that studying together makes the material easier to grasp."

Alice fell silent and blushed hard as she looked up at Elliot happily. "H-Hontou? You'll study with me? Arigatou, Elliot-kun!" she smiled brightly.

Elliot blushed hard and looked away. How could one be so cute even when looking like a complete nerd!?

"Bravo!" White clapped, and the other nine started to clap, sincerely impressed.

Elliot laughed awkwardly as Alice walked away into the changing room.

"That went better than expected." Elliot sighed.

White patted his shoulder. "That means that Elliot fits to be around Asians. However, his attitude will only get him into the friendzone."

STAB

"After you've passed the Courtesy Test, be a little bold, but act as if you didn't think much about it." White added. "Bold in Asian's eyes are very simple and sweet; touching hands, gazing into each other's eyes, wiping or stroking cheeks, whispering...Kissing anything, hugging, flirting and others are strictly forbidden until you're in the Boyfriend Zone."

"Next month, we'll learn about Old-fashioned girls! Now prepare for tomorrow's lesson!"

~.X.~

Basic Gentleman's Gestures

Black groaned. "I'm not fucking interested in girls for now! Why the fuck do I have to attend this class!?"

White paused his pace and turned to his twin coldly.

"Why, you ask?" he coldly smiled. "Are you forgetting that you've almost killed yourself for being a dumbass around women?"

How Black Almost Killed Himself for Being A Dumbass Around Women

(A middle school reunion two weeks ago. Black's sitting with White near the girls.)

Girl A: She's been talking bad things behind my back! What a bitch!

Girl B: I know, looking all sweet in front of us and gossips when we turn away!

Girl A: I hate girls like that! I've NEVER talk bad behind anyone's back.

Black: *blinked in confuse* ...

Girl B: Yeah, that's SO hypocrite.

Black: ...You bitches are talking bad things behind whoever-the-fuck's back, in case you don't fuckin realize it. *sips soda*

Girls: ... *gaped in disbelief*

Girl C: Oh, Black, you just don't know that girl! You can't help it if you know her...It's like...a special treatment!

Girl A: Yeah, she's SO bitchy and stingy, as if she's all THAT.

Girl B: Uh-huh! Like, hello? Is she always on her period?

Girls: *laugh together*

Black: ...*hums* But you bitches are being bitchy and stingy...so are girls always on their fucking periods or what?

White: *spits coke on a waiter*

Black: Oh...I fucking get it. So bitches on their periods get a special treament...And the fucking treatment is like, wearing this fucking fake hair? I fuckin' don't get it. Why the fuck anyone would put on stranger's hair? And why the fuck do you put on fake eye-lashes?

Girl C: Th-These aren't fake!

Black: Well, it's fucking sticking on your cheek, bitch.

Girl A: *gasps*

Girl C: *screeches* Eww! This can't be! *leaves for the restroom*

Black: So yeah, why the fuck do girls put on fake hairs? Why are girls talking about not being a bitch by being a fucking bitch who talks behind a bitch's back? It's like...Bitchception. And are you really always on your fucking period? Then when do you shave your vagi—"

White: *strangles Black* Oho! Look at the time, ladies! Black's sleepy! See ya in the next reunion!

(White dragged Black out of the restaurant while the girls were holding steak knives with angry faces.)

Black frowned in confuse. "Meh, they didn't fucking kill me!"

White twitched and pushed his brother into the class. "Just get in there!"

Jericho Bermuda was the one leading today's class. The class had a car, a balcony with small dining table, a phone and a big mirror.

"Heh, this is your first gesture class, huh?" Jericho snickered casually, and glanced to Gray. "Escort the lady into the ride." He said to him.

Alice came into the room, now wearing a pale blue dress, looking like a princess ready for a ball. Gray quickly came to her.

"My lady," Gray said, bowing and offered his arm. "Your hand, please."

"Why, thank you." Alice smiled dazzlingly as Gray escorted her to the simulation limo.

He let go of her hand gently, bowed and opened the door for her. He lend his hand again to keep her balance as Alice entered the limo without stepping on her dress. Gray closed the door with proper strength and elegantly walked to the driver's side and entered the vehicle.

"Aha, that is smooth! Fantastic." Jericho clapped, impressed. Gray got out of the limousine in relief. "But you're acting too frigid. You've been following the guide book, eh? Line up, boys."

The pupils lined up as Alice got out of the car and stood beside Jericho.

Jericho stared at each of them. "Straighten your posture, Julius. Hands on your sides, Pierce. Blood, don't let your eyes wander around, always look straight ahead. Stop grinning like a damn fool Boris. Elliot, erase that worried frown, no one's gonna bite you. Peter, stop using too much hand sanitizer, you smell like hospital. Sidney, relax."

The pupils quickly did as he had said. Jericho huffed and pulled out a cigar. Alice pulled out a lighter and turned on the cigar. Jericho breathed it in before he returned to the boys again.

"Every kind of ladies will like a man with manly gesture, posture and voice. Especially if those manly gestures appeared just for her; she'll be like, Oh, he only acts like a gentleman for me...I feel so special..." Jericho mimicked.

He pulled out a stick and patted Pierce's chest with it. "Your voice have to be strong, no stutters."

He patted Blood's shoulders. "Straighten up, don't look bored, give her all your attention no matter what."

Jericho quirked his eyebrow at Sidney. "Work out. Most of you have to work out. Girls like it if you can carry them bridal style and say that they don't weigh much."

The class taught them on proper acts to do while dating. Always check the time, make sure she doesn't come home past curfew. Open the door for her, pull the seat for her.

Peter found himself sitting down after a while, panting.

It's all so hard. It's like, they have to act like someone else to be loved! Is that the whole point? Act like someone else to be loved?

"Screw this shit!" Black burst suddenly, slamming the car's door. "Why the fuck do I have to act all this shit? I don't even think about fucking relationships!"

Jericho exploded into laughter. The pupils were priceless, and waited for him to stop laughing. Heaving out smoke, Jericho sighed again.

"I've told you in the beginning, right? I'm not training you to act like someone else." He said. "I'm teaching you to be a gentleman around your target so she will feel special."

"Even if your purpose is money, the sex, the popularity, or you're really in love; you have to convince that she's in love with you, and you have to make her think that you love her." Jericho inhaled his cigar and puffed.

"To make her think that you love her, can be two obvious way; verbal and acts. Verbal acts will be like a contract that she'll bring up every time you're trying to screw up. Like..."

"You said you love me! Now, when a lady say such a thing, it's a great evidence enough to put you into the court when you're just trying to get her money."

"On the other hand, by choosing to act as if you love her, when you're trying to mess up, she'll have to valid prove. Like, you only act like a gentleman around her, and when you're trying to break up, she'll be like; B-But I thought you love me! You treated me so well! But since you were just acting, you could say; How did I treat you? I treated you the same as I treated others."

"So it's like..." Peter started, "...We're lying to her, but she doesn't have valid prove."

"Exactly. For women, words can be a deathly contract. They're more insecure and always read in too much on other's acts. That's why, I'm not teaching you to be someone else. I'm teaching you to treat women nicely."

Black sighed and leaned to the simulation limo.

"Still don't understand why the fuck I'm here."

Don't be hatin'. What I wrote here are compilation of what I've learned so far. You can't deny that nowadays, relationships have different purposes, depending on the couples.

In my country, relationships are meant just for fun.

The first chance of attracting a boy is sadly, you have to be good looking. Second chance is confidence. Third, don't be too smart (in my country). The rest, be funny, show kindness and caring here and there. If you just want to be friends, then just act like yourself.

How to act around boys? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm the weirdest bitch on planet Earth, I act as I want. But rather than getting flustered and all, just be polite, laugh at his joke even if it's not funny, don't correct him when he's wrong, always smile, praise him as sincere as you can. If you're shy...Try to be more sincere and smile more even if it's awkward.

Now for what kind of outfit to wear, I have to fucking idea, since I have no sense of fashion. My boyfriend's the one who picks clothes for me. -_-;

Next chapter will probably about Girls With Different Hair-Colors. So yeah, what kind of hair color do you have? Tell me which part do you agree and do you disagree, in your review!