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 Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 5:28 pm
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill.  The two teachers moved through the line behind him, but didn't seem to be wanting anything further for the moment. It was hard to read through the rather accepting docility and seemingly unconscious seduction, but Aiden's reaction to food was very reminiscent of a stray. The food was held close to his chest, his shoulders rolled just slightly in an almost protective manner over it. As soon as he'd gotten it he'd slid a last lingering glance towards the dark haired male who had moved off with his partner and then found a dark corner of the room.
His walk was still the same, nothing changed for the causal observer except he found the farthest corner of the room and settled himself protectively over his food. He ate in quick bursts, consuming some food quickly before scanning the room with calm midnight dark eyes. A few eyes were occasionally flickering his direction but not many and that was temporarily fine by him.
Satisfied for the moment he'd resume eating his food before repeating the action after a couple more bites. Despite this he finished his food in record time. Sliding the tray away and stretching his legs out under the table with his hands on his stomach while a sort of pleased smile pulled at his lips. This time when he caught a glance his inviting smile widened. He knew he had caught the attention of several people, those that seemed rather upset he figured wouldn't react in the public location of the cafeteria. It was a blatant form of advertisement and he didn't seem to care in the slightest as he brushed his dark strands away from his face with a slow movement. Everything he did designed to draw the eye and practiced until it was smoothly natural.You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 5:41 pm
 As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat The further Aiden moved away from him the more relaxed Haru became, his stance showing it as he picked up his almost slouch as he grabbed his own selection of food. For the most part Haru tended towards finger foods, because he wasn't an extraordinary cook and he usually was busy with something so he'd gotten good at making the quick meals and eating them on the run. His most usual meal being a can of tuna he'd share with Miko or whatever cat he was currently adopting.
"A bit? I felt like a ***** just walking him down the hall. He has a very...active imagination."Haru shuddered slightly, remembering how a rather innocent comment had gotten turned around on him in such away as to make HIM blush. It wasn't something he enjoyed thinking about. Had it been Elias now, THAT he could have worked with. Getting propositioned by a certain tech teacher would have made his day. Speaking of which. Haru's wicked grin spread across his mouth as he picked up one of the olives and held it in front of his mouth for a second.
"I'm more than willing to pay in lip-service."Haru purred, licking the olive before popping it into his mouth while his grey eyes danced with delight. He preferred adults thank you, other than that he wasn't quite picky, but anyone would be lucky to get the dark haired teacher. Elias oozed class and the type of guy you keep. Which should have been a huge warning for the notoriously short relationship prone Haru. Not that he'd ever listened to warnings before.
Miko mewled happily when she received a light touch, bumping her head into the appendage in a silent demand for more food and attention before giving the tip of the digit a quick lick from her rough tongue. She was purring loudly enough that even Haru could hear and his grin toned down slightly into a true pleased one as he watched his kitten affectionately play with the dark haired male.
Not really caring where they went, as long as it was away from Aiden, Haru easily followed as Elias scanned the room and headed towards a specific table. When he caught sight of a familiar blonde his smile blossomed into a bright friendly one as he pulled a hand from his tray to wave back. He didn't remember him having head bandages before...that child really was accident or bully prone. He'd have to try and find a way to fix that.
The ash-blonde dropped into a seat right between the red-head adult and Elias, his tray silently claiming the spot before he did. Grey shifted to the drawing that was spread across the table and then towards the paper in front of Dion, his smile summer bright as he hoped Dion was at least making more friends. He seemed more comfortable with the teachers which was understandable from someone who was used to being bullied.
"I'm going to go out on a limb and guess...art teacher?"Haru grinned, turning his teasing smile on the red-head who was apparently trying to ignore the world, again, Haru never listened to warnings.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:06 pm
¤ So lend me your ears, and lend me your eyes.And I'll show you the world the way I see it.
Ðîøŋ Azɑɱɨ  Dion smiled happily at the man, despite his scowling. "Yeah. I wanna draw a picture for my friend Yukio. He's in bad shape and I sorta wanted it to be like a "get well" type of thing." Dion thought on it. His memory had expanded, so he was able to delve in to the dark corridors of his past. He didn't remember drawing.
"Nope. Never." Dion accepted the piece of paper and pencil and began to draw the beginnings of a stick figure. Without looking up, he said, "My name is Dion Azami. I'm in the eight grade art class, I think. What's you're name?" He glanced back up to notice both the black-haired teacher and the ash-blonde were sitting at the same table. He gave a small wave and then turned back to the red-head, awaiting an answer. So lend me you heart, and lend me your smile.
Because a smile's contagious, and sometimes I need it.¤
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:09 pm
x x x x x x x x x✗ ✗ x x x x x xם σ ѕ н ι z α ╰❦╮ к α т ѕ υ м ι x x 赤 x 砂 x の x サ x ソ x リx x x x x❝ Art is the window to man's soul. Without it, he would never be able to see beyond his immediate world; ❞ x x After speaking, Katsumi went back to his drawing, though he wasn't really concentrating as much as he had been before. He knew the blond was bound to start talking again. So he worked on his paper, doing about as good a job as he might without distractions; to him, it was a huge difference. A moment later, he was distracted once again, but not by the blond. Instead, the two teachers he had been observing before decided that his table was a good place to eat. Katsumi didn't much care; he hoped the teachers would be a little less annoying than the young student across from him. So he nodded to the long-haired one as he had to him. The light-haired teacher, however, apparently decided he wanted to talk to him. Sighing minutely, Katsumi glanced up from his work and sent a sideways glance to the man.
"Whatever would have made you guess that?" he asked, in such a tone that one could almost guess he was honest with the remark. He turned back to the landscape, finally deciding it was time to work on the tree. As he worked, he thought it best to respond completely to the man next to him. "Yes, I am the art teacher." Then he set the pencil down and took off his glasses. He looked at both of the men in turn. While he hated it, it was probably best to at least start off polite. If someone made a bad impression on him, then he would act how he normally would. But he didn't even know these people yet, and Katsumi wasn't usually one to judge. "I've met few people here so far," he said. "And you two are obviously teachers as well, so I'm assuming we will see each other occasionally. My name is Katsumi Doshiza. I just arrived yesterday."
Katsumi looked back at the blond, Dion, as he spoke. He didn't say anything at all for a while, just watching him, and then watching his attempt at art. He could very well tell him then and there that his friend might not be too appreciative of a couple lines, but he held back. He thought back on the roll call lists he had read through earlier, and thought that Dion's name was familiar. Well... he may not know what he was doing now, but perhaps the boy could be taught. "Katsumi Doshiza. You may call me Doshiza-san," he responded with a light sigh. "You could do with a few art lessons," added the redhead, taking another glance at Dion's paper.
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x►►►. ► x x ❝ nor could the world see the man within. ❞
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:54 pm
xxxxx∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ Ɛʟɪɑѕ ƊɛᴄɛʍᴃɛʀXXXX[9TH.GRADE.TEACHER]xxxxxxx I know some things that you don'txxxxxxxxx
I've done things that you won'txxxxxxx
There's nothing like a trail of blood
xxxxxxxTo find your way back home ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ►
“Or you do,” Elias answered simply, unable to resist ribbing the man a little. It wasn’t completely fair. Haru definitely wasn’t imaging things, but really, the silver haired male was too good at putting bringing out a slightly less mature side in his nature. If they hadn’t had the bet going, Haru would have found his computer hacked, just a little. Actually, there wouldn’t even be any real hacking required. A simple backdoor to get by the password and a few settings changed. Maybe extra-large bikers in tutus for a background. He was pretty sure he could find something that would work. But Haru seemed honestly disturbed and Elias softened a little. At least until the next bit.
Gray eyes locked hazily on the olive for a moment before snapping back to life. He shot a glare at Haru, annoyed at having been so easily caught off guard. Because even if the student’s vaguely suggestive nature hadn’t gotten to him, that certainly did. As someone who much preferred to be ruled by mind than body, this did not sit well with Elias. He wished he could simply transfer Haru to the same category on his mind that Aiden currently occupied, the one that listed people who he was not naturally attracted to. Unfortunately…
Resisting the urge to smack Haru with a rolled up newspaper or something, Elias snapped something about preferring preanut butter cups and turning away before he could do something stupid. Like blush. In front of a room full of students and staff, he did not want to let that look and tone make him turn red. He was… pretty certain he’d averted color. Maybe a touch of pink, but that could just as easily be anger or annoyance, couldn’t it?
It was easier once he was seated at the table. He turned his attention politely to the new art teacher, faintly amused at the way Dion seemed to have taken to him. But he was pleased as well. Dion seemed far too comfortable with getting hurt and had been reluctant to let the others worry about him. If he had decided to befriend a teacher, so much the better. There was no underlying sexual tension to worry about there the way there might have been had the situation substituted Aiden for Dion.
“I’m Elias, 9th grade. I’m also the unofficial tech support for the school, so let me know if you have any trouble with your computer.” Most teachers either brought their own or made due with the cheap older models provided by the school. He wasn’t sure how much use they’d be to an art teacher, but they would at least help when it came to grades, email, and the more mundane tasks of teaching.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI was waiting for my hearse
xxxxxxxWhat came next was so much worse
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt took a funeral
xxx◄ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ to make me feel alive
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 7:08 pm
As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat Haru had snorted lightly at the implied comment that he had an active imagination. Normally it was quite true, he wasn't about to have a problem with that anyway. But usually it didn't involve a student who made a suggestion he was still not sure if it was anatomically possible. Thankfully the last of his worries over it were fairly well banished by Elias' reaction to his simple seduction. Unlike the dark haired male Haru wasn't afraid of what he wanted and going after it. Currently that was Elias, it might change later. He was fairly well known for that.
"Hotoharu Mitsuki, 12th grade."Haru automatically flipped his name to the anglicized version. It came naturally to him to keep his last name behind his first even though his grandfather smacked him upside the head each time he did it. His grey orbs practically dancing with delight at how prickly the red-head was. Like Elias' he seemed far happier to avoid talking to anyone. Which was just a natural reason for Haru to prop his chin on his palm which was resting on the table beside his tray.
"Would you believe I'm just that amazingly intuitive?"Haru said in a mock amazed tone, grinning through his fingers as Dion explained he was drawing something for his friend. The grey orbs sliding to the smaller blonde with a ripple of warmth. The kid really was sweet, he didn't deserve getting bullied. He also seemed to have latched onto the new art teacher much to the other male's obvious reluctance.
"I bet your friends going to love it, Dion."Haru promised the smaller male, not missing the slight criticism in Katsumi's words and softening them with his own comment.
Miko batted at Elias' face with a pleading look and an imploring meow that reminded him that she had yet to receive a single morsel of food despite how amazingly adorable she was.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 6:12 pm
¤ So lend me your ears, and lend me your eyes.And I'll show you the world the way I see it.
Ðîøŋ Azɑɱɨ Dion had made the stick figure have hair like Yukio. That's what it look like to him anyway. He had looked down to make sure it looked alright. He looked back up to the red-head. "Nice to meet you Doshiza-sensei." Dion gave him a wide smile and then looked back down at his drawing. "It's not the best I guess, but it's from my heart." He turned and looked at Haru. "Thank you Haru-sensei. I sure hope so." He went back to work on his drawing, adding clothes and a big "Get Well" on the side. He looked back up to Doshiza-san. "Do you have any colors?" So lend me you heart, and lend me your smile.
Because a smile's contagious, and sometimes I need it.¤
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:00 am
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill. He had his list, a mental image gallery comprised of everyone he'd classified in his mind in the minutes that had ticked by while he'd lounged in the cafeteria. A small part of him was enjoying the sensation of actually being full. He was well aware he'd pay for it later, but for the moment he could enjoy.
However, he wasn't going to remain and wait for the two teachers to claim their price for the meal. It wasn't hard to find him, at least it wasn't when he wanted to be found, so they could search him out when they were ready. A marks anger meant nothing when pain felt so good, he could close his eyes and even imagine it was more. A small shiver chased its way up his spine as he stretched, drawing more eyes. His slow, lazy smile pulled at his lips as he rose from the table and left the tray where he found it.
Crossing the room with the walk that had gotten him in trouble on more than one occasion, he slid a short highly promising look towards the teachers at their table before soundlessly slipping through the cafeteria doors. He had only explored a small section of the school, he knew a few secrets but not nearly enough. He wasn't home, the years of familiarization meant nothing here and it made him antsy. Away from the eyes of the students and teachers in the other room he rolled his shoulders and then his head, bouncing lightly on his feet before settling down and turning docile midnight blue orbs on the hallway he hadn't yet gone down. Head tilted to one side he ran his tongue over his lips in a slow caress before sauntering down the darker hallway. [exit] You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 6:45 pm
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill. The cafeteria was basically deserted, few students up and moving this early in the morning. Even with classes starting today. Tucked quietly back in the corner Aiden went through his rather bizarre food eating ritual once more. He still didn't fully trust the fact that no one seemed inclined to making him pay for the food and he constantly waited for them to demand it. Hence why he was still tense as he ate rapidly through his meal. The breakfast lady had given him the food straight off the grill when he'd come in. The fact he'd kissed her senseless for it might have helped, but that was just buisness as usual.
He'd also done it in an odd form of trying to prove something. Sex was sex, everything involved with it was done to gain something from someone. Even if that was just acceptance or love, so why was the memory of that first kiss from the bruentte last night haunting him? Something about it had been different. A hand brushed back through his hair, messing up the dark strands that already fell where they would in a haphazard manner.
The money he'd taken for his services was already safely tucked away in a hiding place deep in the school, he'd have several such caches before long. His room had yet to be touched, the roommates likely confused as to why no one had shown up. However, he had no intention of being anywhere where people expected him to be. It was stupid to be that predictable. After last night he'd haunted the school, still learning its secrets. He didn't need much sleep to be effective. The dark haired male lifted a hand and licked the ketchup from his fingers, the fries he was eating having left their mark for a moment.
It was probably a good thing no one was watching because he turned the action into an X-rated movie all by himself, not consciously, just his habits had evolved in such a way as to allow it. A noise at the front of the room had him freezing, midnight blue orbs darting towards the entrance where a group of boys walked in quietly talking. Clearly still slowly waking up. His eyes fell docile and meek as he leaned back in the chair and resumed eating after watching them from the dark corner as they made their way to the buffet. The rain helping to hide his already dark clothing easily as he watched and ate in bursts.You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 7:17 pm
 - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." Yukio woke up after a long tiring day. Was it going to be like this everyday? It's only been like a couple of days, barely even a week, well not even close to one. He sighed as he tried to move his legs around, and found they worked a lot better. However, he knew himself better than that and decided he needed to get to his classes quickly, believing it would give out at any time. Since no one else was in the room, Yukio called out loudly to the 'sleeping' Kit, whether he was there or not. "Bye, Kit-dono! I won't be back in a while. Try not to get into too much mischief." he called.
As he traveled to the cafeteria, he heard small whistles from boys, so much that he kept his head down. After all, the white hair boy was looking way too feminine in his maid outfit. Twice he got stopped by someone so they could flirt with him. He came of course to the obidiently and ran when it looked as if they were up to no good while speaking with him.
Finally arriving in the cafeteria, he exasperated tiredly. "Ah...I'm so exhausted now..." he complained to himself. He really wished that he didn't do such a stupid thing. And why the hell did it escalate to crossdressing. Yukio used to get hit on the head!! Either way, the cafeteria was practically empty which made him slightly relieved. There were still people in here, but not much of a crowd.
He went over to the counter and began to make an order. Whilst he waited for them, he thought he saw a familiar raven black hair. Of course, he decided against on saying good morning to him, as the brother he thought he just saw would start saying odd things to him and then proceed to molesting him. However, red earrings weren't really his type of wear, so he got curious. Curious enough to stare blankly at the pretty red color. Enchanted, yet cautious, the young, female looking boy in the maid's outfit approached the man who had a slightly similar face as Aizen. "Um...You have nice earrings..." Yukio said with a closed eye grin."You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 12:26 am
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill. Midnight blue eyes flickered to the door once more when it opened again. This time releasing a strangely dressed white haired person into the room. Again, his gaze dropped to the male's hips to identify his gender quickly before rising up to the collar that adorned his neck. No sign of surprise touched the docile blue orbs as he dropped them away and back down to his now empty plate. Satisfied that nothing was left to waist he slid it back towards the center of the table.
Lounging backwards he stretched his legs out under the table and crossed his arms over his stomach in a pose very similar to what he'd assumed the day before. Silently watching the rest of the room the way a sleepy lion might. It was easy to tell when the dressed up male moved forward towards his table, the few people in the room watched him even more than they did Aiden as he walked up towards the dark haired male's table. Instantly Aiden's welcoming smile spread across his lips as he tipped his head to one side and toyed with the earring in question.
"Almost as nice as your collar."he let the hand from the ruby earring drift away to reach across the table and drift in a teasing caress across the black lace. His smile was every bit as inviting as always as he lifted his gaze from the bit of black towards the red orbs.You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 9:33 am
- * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." Yukio gave a weak, slightly annoyed sigh and a somewhat dark smile at the young boy. So far this guy hasn't made any attempts so he must be nice...However it didn't stop the boy from giving a half-hearted reply to him. "Thank you...I think..." he said.
After a couple of seconds, he went back to his genuine smile. "So how are you today? Was anything interesting to eat?" he said, not having bought anything before he approached him"You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 11:58 am
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill. Aiden tipped his head to one side, no thoughts touching his docile blue orbs although his mind had instantly worked through the reasons for the annoyed sigh and acknowledged it as being connected to the collar. It was possible he didn't want to wear it, a gift from a lover? Usually collars were for harsher bedroom play than he would have thought of the red-eyed male, but then people thought that of him too. His smile remained in place as he inclined his head to the thanks.
"I suppose."he shrugged one shoulder slightly. Food was food. He'd eaten things before than normal people would have balked at. Given it hadn't made him sick yet, the food here was perfectly acceptable to him. It would cost him something, but that was the way the world operated. He wasn't put off by that.
"Who owns the other half?"he asked casually, his dark head inclining towards the collar. It suggested a serious level of ownership, Aiden rarely tied himself to one person that long. It was better to move easily than be owned. Still, it was good to know what the players were here at the school and anyone with particular fetishes, such as maid cloths and collars, was important to recognize.You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 1:01 pm
- * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." "Ah I see..." he replied, quietly. He fiddled with his fingers for a little bit and then stared back at him when he asked for who owned the other half. His eyes were staring slightly at his collar and well he just grinned nervously. "Ah...th-that's a good question...Umm," answered Yukio. He really wasn't all that keen on saying, the person who is claiming me is a ghost.
"N-no one really does own me...but s-someone does, in some strange manner..." He replied. "B-but um...th-the outfit was my brother's and sister's who made me wear this as punishment..." he babbled. His face was turning quite pink and well, he was really nervous when he said all this because he was thinking about a way to say, 'I'm owned by a friggin spirit' without sounding crazy."You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 1:10 pm
One look, could kill.
My Pain, your thrill. He'd obviously made the smaller male nervous with his question as he grinned nervously and began to babble. Aiden tipped his head to the side slightly and pulled on his earring, his meek blue eyes watching calmly as the white haired boy struggled to answer his question. Claiming someone both did and didn't own him, which seemed strange. It was rare for a submissive to wander around with a clear claim and not be either owned or actively looking.
Aiden would play with him readily enough if he had the cash, but he wasn't a dominate by any stretch. It was an almost unconscious shift, hard to distinguish from his usual mannerisms, but he dropped the white haired boy from his list for his obvious preference. He waved a hand invitingly towards one of the other chairs and crossed his legs in a rather suggestive manner.
"Your siblings own you then?"he asked casually, the world in which he lived making that not even remotely unusual. There was literally a fetish for everything and he'd seen and played with most of them. Punishment also made sense in such relationships, especially for the submissive. If they didn't fully own them though, that left a large amount of play room open. The clothing was made of expensive materials, that suggested wealth. Which was always a point for Aiden who wouldn't mind playing the role they wanted for a little extra cash.You're Poison, don't wanna break these chains.
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