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Chapter 2

As I headed to class, it was the first day of classes but that didn't relieve the horrible knot in my stomach. If Haruko and this friend were teachers, I dreaded to think of the possibilities. The cold sterile hallways weren't very welcoming but then, neither were the university uniforms. I hated mine personally. A white button up shirt with black slacks and black leather shoes seemed really confining. I hated the fact that we could dress however we wished outside of the institutional setting but unfortunately have to wear these clothes that destroy any part of our personality.

My first class was History of Sexuality it sounded crude and rather stupid to me but my father insisted that if I was to be taken seriously as a writer, then the only option was to and I quote: "Hoan your skills in describing a sexual scenario." It was stupid I know. Unlike him, I didn't see the reason for such a class since I didn't write that genre of work but then, it was the only way I'd have peace from that end. So, I took it begrudgingly.

I entered the classroom and was at first, immediately dumbfounded by its size. It was as if I where sitting in an amphitheater. I looked around and found several students wandering in via the lower doors and sitting themselves in a seat of their choosing. I looked around and found someone sitting just four rows down from where I stood so I sat in the seat behind him. He immediately noticed where I was when I sat down for he simply turned his head after hearing the slight creak of the chair behind him.

He was very orderly in his dress but very odd to behold physically. But then, I suppose that it came from my suspicion that he was from America or thereabouts. His clothes where in such pristine condition, you'd swear that they'd never left their container for his pants where perfectly and creased, the buttons of his shirt polished and his shoes shined so well that I could see my reflection in them. His hair was shoulder length and it was straight for the most part but curled near the ends. He was very relaxed in all appearance with his feet propped up on the edge of the seat in front of him.

Noting how he had such little regard for the university's rules, I went up to him and said quietly, "Hey, you do realize you're not supposed to use the seats as footstools right?"

"Why should I care what the university says?" he asked in a cynical tone, "I don't consider myself lucky to be here. I think the university should consider itself lucky to have me."

"Gee, humble much?" I asked him.

He smiled and said, "No, not really. I just tell it how I see it is all."

He looked me over and said, "Well, you looking forward to your year here?"

I decided to be honest, "No, not really. The campus life is boring and not much of nightlife until you leave it."

It then struck me that the teacher of this class had the reputation of being the university's most boring teacher so I said, "Hey, what do you want to bet that this guy's about as eventful as a church picnic with religious sermons?"

He laughed lightly his brown eyes glistening as he said, "Yeah. I'll bet you this guy's spent all of his life looking up skirts then screwing the women rather than researching the history of anything related to the course." He stopped and reached into his uniform and said in a whisper, "Say, I've sneaked a copy of his mid-term from last year with the answers on it. Would you be interested?"

You can understand that my heart glowed to know that this guy had the answers to a mid-term that I'd have to stick around half the semester to ordinarily wait and study for. I smiled and said sounding rather overly eager, "Yeah how much?"

"I usually charge around forty to fifty yen for that kind of thing but since I like you how about oh…twenty?"

It was a good enough deal for me. The bell announcing the five minutes before the class started so I hurried the transaction and he gave me the midterm. While nearly everyone was seated, the guy jumped up and practically skipped down the steps and addressed the class, "Hello, students! My name is Prof. Reggie Nocturne and I'll be your teacher today in the History of Human Sexuality."

The blunder that I made hit me like a ton of bricks. This guy who'd seemed like the perfect guy to talk to was actually my teacher. I heard several of the girls chattering excitedly about him as he flashed them a smile which glinted in the sunlight.

He opened up the class by saying, "Ladies and Gentlemen, mostly ladies. I'd like to forewarn you all that everything about my class if very real and very physical. You're at this university to learn the truth behind most things so; it's my duty to show you how real things are. Your project is to conduct a study. Find out what you think the opposite sex sees as attractive."

Here some of the girls began to snicker and so did the rest of the room. The professor simply smiled and said, "Trust me; it may not be as simple as you think. For this purpose, I've divided the entire class up into groups of two. Each one is matched with someone who either I know they don't like, or with someone I know wouldn't be comfortable discussing the situation. You must find what makes this person tick both sexually, emotionally, and physically. You have till' the end of the semester. I'm going to read off whom you're going to be paired with and we'll see how things go."

He read off a series of names before coming to mine, "Naota Nandaba is to be paired with Eri Ninamori."

My heart just stopped. I looked around and saw her standing in the far corner of the room looking dead at me. It seemed to me that she'd rip my eyes out in private however; it was her usual stoic face was what concerned me. She walked over to me and just stared at me without as much as moving a segment of a muscle on her face. She let out a small sigh and crossed her arms as her eyes scanned me from head to toe. I was about to speak when she raised her hand with such speed, I felt a slight downward breeze come up and grace my face.

"I'm going to ask the questions, Naota. I'll be doing the observing, the general fun. You just enjoy your life as much as you can." She was very frank and that's what scared me even more. I couldn't say for certain but I just felt this feeling of wistfulness come from her.

Taking advantage of the slight pause between us, I asked. "So, what's your class after this?"

"Musical influence from nineteen-fifty to present." She stated very matter of factly. It seemed that everything about university made her just as blunt, droll, and literal as possible.

"Who teaches it?"

"A new teacher this year from some academy in Europe. That's all I know."

I tried as best I could to stay comfortable but it was extremely hard for her beauty was hypnotizing me more and more with every growing second. Her eyes seemed to paralyze me and keep me deliberately in place. What struck me as odd was when she said to sit down; I did so immediately without any hesitation. It was when the drone of the bell came that she said, "You can breathe now." I gasped air and she just looked at me and wrote down a note or two in a notepad which she'd brought out for the purpose of the experiment.

I looked at my schedule and saw that for some bizarre reason, I'd the same class with her again. In all my years of strange things, I began to think that it wasn't coincidence. I still remember with vivid detail how she'd rigged a simple play under the pretense of getting her parents back together as well as slake her lust amateurish and juvenile as it was at the time. Who was I to talk? I was now once again the juvenile and the evidence of such: I bought false mid-term papers from my own professor. It was sad I know.

The rest of the day wasn't so bad but my heart ached to be out of the entire place. My wish was granted seven hours later. Curse the damn speech by the dean. Anyhow, I felt everything was slowly getting back to normal as I approached the dorms. I got a soda from the machine and started my long trek up to my room. The place didn't have elevators for some bizarre reason. Despite all their teched out stuff, they didn't have an elevator.

Half way up, I saw my behemoth of a roommate tumble down the stairs clad in nothing but his underwear and a robe. He saw me and just kept running out of the place. His trunks, fencing equipment and mini-fridge whooshed down the open space of the staircase to the floor. Great thuds and booms where heard down below and I heard a cry of absolute despair. I looked over the railing and saw my roommate weeping over his mini-fridge like a man would weep over the death of baby. I headed cautiously up and when I came to my hall, I held my breath and inched along towards my door.

When I reached it, I heard the TV running faintly. I opened the door a crack and stealthily made my way into the room. I heard the shower running and within the bathroom, an all too familiar nasally voice singing the following:

I'm telling you now
I'm telling you right away
I'll be staying for many a day
I'm in love with you now

I'm telling you now
I'll say what you wanna hear
I'll be telling you for many a year
I'm in love with you now

Do you think I'm foolin'
When I say "I love you"?
I love you
Maybe you'll believe me
When I'm finally through, through, through, through

I'm telling you now
I know it's been said before
Say you love me and I will be sure
I'm in love with you now

I'm telling you now
I'm telling you right away
I'll be staying for many a day
I'm in love with you now.

I knew this moment in time was coming so I just decided that what was going to happen was going to happen. I took in a breath and yelled, "What is I'm Telling You Now by Freddie and the Dreamers!" Then the most agonizing moment of my life came. The shower handles squeaked and the water ceased running. I fled back to the main room and lay like a corpse behind the couch. The door open and the soft tread of footsteps on the carpet could be heard. Then I heard her voice, "Oh, Ta-kun. Where are you my sweet little miscreant?"

She stopped and I heard the sound of sniffing, "I can smell your Polo cologne you know. It's only a matter of time." I smelled my uniform collar and it gave the pleasant clean scent of Polo Blue. I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the worst. It was only four seconds later that I could feel the drip of luke-warm water on my forehead followed by the scent of jasmine and water-lily shampoo. I opened my eyes barely to see those golden tiger-like eyes just peering into mine with a Cheshire smile stretched so that it looked as if she were snarling.

"Miss me, little one? Now that I'm back, you and I are going to have fun like you've never had it before."

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