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"Tom.. Not many Tom's around here." He turned over and gave but a smile with the black lips showing in the sun with a gimmer. Gently he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper which had been folded in several places. With a series of simple moves of the hand he had folded the paper into a white rose. "For you, Tom." Shimizu smiled as he placed the rose beside the sketch book with delicate percision. The rose would be barely grazing his skin and yet still in place so the wind wouldn't take it away. "I'm usually one of those loner, outcaste people you see sitting in a corner. Though, your intellect sparks me as suprising and beautiful. Demonagraphy is always a thing to be cherished in this one's heart." Demonagraphy, his word for the image of evil. The very thing got him through the boring classes of Renata school. So with a simple move he only brought his finger to press to the forehead of Tom. The finger tapped his head and simply pressed him backwards lightly. "Keep your thoughts, others can ruin them."

Tom watched with wonder as he folded the paper, amazed with how such a simple image could be transformed into something beautiful. He placed it by his sketchpad and he looked down at it, trying to find some form of flaw.....but finding none.

Demonography. Such an intellectual word for something he had found so simple. He glanced over to his picture. He had years of drawings of demons. He'd never known if they were accurate or not, but he had a feeling that this boy would know. That he was more in touch with that world then Tom could ever know. He looked up to Shimizu when he paused and a finger was pressed into the center of his forehead, a place where the minds eye was supposed to rest.

His head was pushed back a little, but nothing painful.

Keep your thoughts, others can ruin them.

It was something so simple, but it had a true meaning. He glanced away fior a brief moment, his mind constricting around the saying....thinking over it and formulating thoughts. He turned back to Shimizu, a slight smile quirking the corner of his lips.

"You're not like other guys around here, are you?"

"I like to differ among the crowd. It just feels very unusual to be as someone else; why the very thought brings me a cruel and unusual torture to the mind." Shimizu reached over to the young boy's hand and brought the pencil to touch his finger gently. The feeling of the pencil brought him a sensation as though it did when he was to pick up his own at his work spot and make a new form of creation which haunted him in his very dreams. "May i have the good fortune of adding an image to your work?" The very thought process of Shimizu began to twirl as the creativity sparked him almost instantly. What sort of creature of the darkness would he set forth was the question which began to infect and bring his mind to a slight quiver. Slowly he moved forward, the pink strands of hair falling in front of his face to hide the ever so outbursting eyes of a greyish color. Their was no holding back, he had revealed his true evils to this man and he but simply replied with every answer needed for him to see the true side of Shimizu. So here, the quiet loner simply drifted onto a fun boy and became something else. The transformation in it's own matched the original aspects of the pink haired wonder known as Shimizu.

"I would ever be so grateful if you could let me sketch the memory of our greeting."

Soru quietly sat on his bed sketching pictures of many different things. He had just gotten to the school today and hadn't even unpacked his stuff yet, it was all sitting at the end of his bed in suitcases.

((Yokoshima_Hitotsu: This could be none of my business, but you seemed to majorly GM right there.))

Tom smiled, a slight flush rising in his cheeks. He shifted the hat on his head to cover it up and discovered the pencil behind his ear. He brought it back down and flipped the notebook open to a new and fresh page. Slight indents from his other works could be seen, but nothing too distracting.

He found that Shimizu spoke dramatically, but it only added to the intensity of what he was saying. It struck chords deep inside him and he found he only wanted to hear this boy speak. He didn't know what he wanted him to say, but even hearing "Nothing" would be a pleasure to his ears.

Silently and with a faded, but aware smile....he shifted the book along with the pencil closer to the boy.

"Be my guest." He replied as nonchalantly as he could manage.

(I'm so sorry for replying late. ;.; My computer died. *Snuggles.*)

Shimizu shifted the sketchbook into his general direction with ease. Slowly he ran his hands across the paper, the very feeling of the sketch paper brought back memories of everyone of his pictures; each blessing his mind with the creation of this new picture which would carry the new feelings he had discovered with this boy named Tom. The very name so simple yet the boy himself a unique creation on this planet of green and blue filth we call home. So vastly, without thought or even glancing at the paper a girl in a lolita dress of black velvet was laying upon the ground. Her dress was so beautiful if you looked past the tears and open portions of it's fine cloth. Then, with a mere drag of a line he began to draw a spirit being brought out of the body of the young girl. Shimizu smiled, "I love this mere art of us human beings." As the details on the girl and the very spirit which resembled her being brought from her body were finished, he then sketched a being which appeared not to have much skin upon it's form. It had appeared to be a demon with white horns and black teeth, his ribcage pressing against the dead skin and muscle. "Now, to finish this." He drew moth wings on the back of the demon and began to draw several petals of a flower around the innocent girl and not so pure demonic entity.

"Finished." Shimizu smiled as he brought back his pink hair with a flick of his wrist. "I do hope you enjoy it, it resembles what you've done for me in this school." Slowly, Shimizu pressed forward, his eyes a settle grey and eyes of black eye liner casting into the young boy named Tom. "This place, dosen't seem so bad anymore." Without thought Shimizu let his hand go under the young man's chin and scratch lightly with the black fingernails.

Shiyaa soon gave up on sleeping. He was too hungry. He kissed Kyo's cheek, writing him a note saying he went to eat. Shiyaa took his letter with him, mailing it somewhere. He then got some food and wandered the grounds, sitting out of sight as he ate.

Shiyaa was quietly eating strawberries in a tree. He sooned finished them, then hopped out of the tree, landing a bit rough. He winced, but was able to get up and walk just fine. He was going back to Kyo's room. Then he saw Kyo and his brother and blinked.