[+][L-N][P-UL].:|°Tsuki Academy (Open and accepting!)

[iTammie-chan]

✠Keiichi✠

Keiichi glared hard at the canvas for the longest time. Most would think that he hadn't even heard the boy, but he had. He had heard every single word. "Ryuu Luce Zyru," Keiichi whispered quietly as he turned a single, emotionless pupil on the boy, "Welcome to my class." As the boy said that, he picked up a paint remover and slashed a long line diagonally through the canvas before picking it up and placing it along a wall. There were other paintings there as well, beautiful paintings of French cities and Japanese houses, that all sported an identical gash. It was obvious that the boy was not pleased with a large portion of his creations. If Ryuu bothered to look at the opposite wall, however, there were a few paintings that did not sport the gash. They were not of landscapes, but of people and animals. There was only one picture that stood out amongst the others. Two pictures that, when placed together, formed one larger picture. One was a darker picture with large crevices and jagged rocks pointing toward the sky while the other was of light clouds and crystal clear blue skies. There was a staircase winding down from the lighter picture to the darker, and a single feather caught in between the canvases. It was obsidian black with gold tipping.

"Sorry about that," Keiichi muttered quietly as he tossed the broken canvas to the side, "I haven't exactly been able to paint to my liking recently." Then something caught his eye. Movement at the door. But it was just another student who had gotten lost in the twisted hallways and had wandered into the wrong room. "You may call me Akane," Keiichi muttered under his breath as he picked up another canvas and placed it on an empty easel. Not his own, but the one closest to this new student called Ryuu Luce Zyru.

"Yoshimura-sensei doesn't hate this class," Keiichi said quietly as he placed an empty canvas on his own easel, "he hates the class because of his student." Long story short, Yoshimura-sensei and Keiichi did not get along very well, especially since the student had long surpassed his teacher's talent. Even though Keiichi viewed art as being subjective, the teacher had different ideas and left the classroom. If he should ever return... but he most likely wouldn't.  

[Lucifer_dragonbane]

~Ryuu Luce Zyru~

Ryuu looked at how the boy just slashed the painting a slightly frowned at that. But then, he just shrugged after the other male gave him his explanation. He understood how hard it was to paint when nothing came to mind, so he didn't bother him with it. "It's alright. I understand the feeling, and thank you for welcoming to the class, Akane," he said, smiling again now.

He took a seat near, but not too close, to the Akane and took out a few paints he had brought. They were the only gift his mother had given him, and even that was something he had to work hard for, not that he minded the extra work. He started to paint the woods where he lived in, the small cottage in the middle of the forest and his mother standing outside the door and ready to go fetch some water. Even if she did treat him badly and he hated that, he didn't really hate her, just her ideas.

He listened to the Akane's explanation quietly and thought for a bit. "Well, I see no reason for him to hate you, you're a very kind person. Well, at least from how you've treated me so far I can tell that you aren't mean or rude," he told the other, looking over at him.

 

[iTammie-chan]

✠Keiichi✠

The boy sat in silence for a bit, staring at the blank canvas. He was tired already; not surprising. He had been flying late into the night, and it had drained quite a bit of his energy. He wasn't exactly... himself. Keiichi laughed softly as the boy pointed out that he wasn't 'mean or rude'. It wasn't a jeering laugh that was meant to taunt the other. No. It was a soft, musical laugh that had a flute-like quality to it.

"Well... you'll see," Keiichi whispered softly. The boy wasn't mean or rude, really. He was just incredibly boring and difficult to teach. What kind of teacher wants a student that isn't interested in learning? Especially when said student has already learned everything on the teacher's agenda. That's what it was like teaching Keiichi art. "If you're bored, you can do other things. There are musical instruments in the back closet if you're really bored," the silvery-haired boy sighed quietly as he picked up his brush again. This time, faces appeared on the canvas. Children. Children with wings the color of pastel rainbows. This was one of the few memories that Keiichi had of his home.  

[Lucifer_dragonbane]

~Ryuu Luce Zyru~

Ryuu gave the other a confused smile, not sure why Akane had said that, but nodded. He noticed the older boy had a nice laugh, it sounded musical to him and harmonious, though he didn't comment on it. Instead he decided to hum a small tune, continuing to finish his painting.

Looking to where his classmate had indicated, he made a face and laughed softly at himself. Then looking to Akane he smiled once more. "No, I'm not so great with those kinds of instruments. The only one I use is my voice, but even that isn't my favorite," he said, sighing softly. The young dragon-hybrid loved to sing, but usually didn't sing out loud to another person because he didn't like how his voice sounded. So instead he hummed to them, which was nice, but not something he really enjoyed. He went back to his painting and started to hum softly again, a tune he knew well from those rare instances his mother sang to him as a child.

 

[iTammie-chan]

✠Keiichi✠

Keiichi fell quiet for a second as he pondered his painting. It wasn't very close to being finished, as just the background and the unpainted faces of angels were secured onto the canvas. But the creativity had just slipped out of his mind at that moment. He looked down at his watch for a second, pondering the amount of time left in the period. They had an hour left... The boy laid the canvas on the side to dry as he walked toward the back closet. "If you sing anything like how you hum, I can't imagine that you sound awful," Keiichi whispered softly, just barely loud enough for the other boy to hear. Producing a spare key from his pocket, the white-haired boy unlocked the door and walked in, his footsteps echoing amongst the concrete walls of the closet. When he walked back out, he was holding a small black case.

Without saying a word, the boy opened up the case and produced a violin; his violin. The violin that his adoptive vampire parents had given him when they sent him here to find a way home. He wasn't sure why, but he felt better about having it with him. It still sounded just like it had when he had first played it - rich and sweet and perfectly in-tune. Tsukiyo no Violinist filled the art department as Keiichi swung one leg out the window and sat on the windowsill, pulling out note after note.  

[Lucifer_dragonbane]

~Ryuu Luce Zyru~

Ryuu nodded his thanks, but after seeing that Akane wasn't anywhere near him, turned around to see him walking toward the closet. "Thank you, that's very nice of you," he said with a smile. 'Maybe, I might just become brave enough to sing it out loud. And for being the first to compliment me without hearing me sing at all, I'll let him hear me first,' the hybrid thought, green eyes shining brightly with joy.

He watched as the older boy pulled out a beautiful violin. His eyes followed his classmate to the windowsill and listened as he played a song. He liked how nicely it flowed together. He stayed still as the music played through, letting it flow around and through him. It really calmed him down. "That's a lovely tune Akane, you're so talented with the violin," Ryuu complimented softly, not wanting to disrupt his classmate, yet feeling the need to voice his opinion.

 

[iTammie-chan]

✠Keiichi✠

When Keiichi opened his eyes, they looked up dreamily toward the younger boy before a smirk crossed the other's features. Talented? Not a word the boy used often to describe his playing. Perhaps along the lines of 'normal' or 'cliche'. Just before the song hit its final note, the older boy ripped the bow across the strings, giving off a painful screech as the strings were rubbed against the horse hair. Why were there students running around outside during class hours? Keiichi looked at them for a minute, his eyes scrutinizing their every move until one of them bothered to look up. As the group dashed back into the building, Keiichi gave a low sigh as he placed the violin back in its case.

When he walked back out of the closet, he had another case in hand. But this time, he pulled a stool toward the closet door and stayed there, opening up the case. A very guitar found its way to his lap, and a few chords were strummed as the boy fussed with the tuning. Then, his fingers began to strum, his eyes pretty much glaring down at his right hand as his left hand moved as if it had a mind of its own. Another thing that most of the student body didn't know about Keiichi: he could play a large variety of instruments and he could sing a large variety of songs (in a multitude of languages). Did he understand half of the languages? No, but that was beside the point. Love Story slowly drifted through the room as Keiichi's lips parted and he sang along with what he remembered of the young blonde's song (which was almost all of it). But it was quiet, barely audible amongst the strumming.  

[Lucifer_dragonbane]

~Ryuu Luce Zyru~

Ryuu smiled kindly at Akane and turned his attention back to his painting, but frowned and held his ears when the older boy made the screeching sound. Looking over at the windowsill, he saw that Akane's attention was on something or someone, then the other got up and went back to the closet. He came out with another case, this one bigger.

The young dragon hybrid stopped his work as he watched the other male take out the guitar and tune it. Then he started to play a different song, and he he could the others voice, faint against the sound of the guitar. He smiled, swaying to the music and sighed happily as he got to work once more. This time, he didn't comment on the others playing voice, too busy enjoying the music. 'I really am going to enjoy this class, it'll be my favorite by far,' he thought, looking as his painting. It was almost done, he just needed to add a few more colors, shadows, and highlights.

 

[iTammie-chan]

✠Keiichi✠

As Keiichi slowly began to stop singing Taylor Swift and moved into a different song, his eyes began to drift lazily up and down the boy's spine. It wasn't a creepy kind of stare, just a casual look that wouldn't be taken as anything other than a friendly glance. A very... long... glance. Then the strumming changed slightly as a new song picked up, this one a particular favorite by Kenny Loggins. The House at Pooh Corner. Keiichi couldn't exactly remember when he had heard this song, but it had become the only slow song that he enjoyed amongst the collection of his death metal and such.

His eyes traced the forest of the boy's painting before looking down at the ground again. A stellar artist, indeed. Even if Yoshimura-sensei returned there was nothing that he could have taught Ryuu. The boy was advanced beyond his years, that much was obvious. The clock in the classroom ticked the hour had passed, indicating another hour of class. As Keiichi sang of chasing clouds, his eyes landed on the clouds floating outside, drifting away in the dark, cold winter morning.  

[Lucifer_dragonbane]

~Ryuu Luce Zyru~

Ryuu started to concentrate on his painting as he was happily listening to the music, humming along softly so as to not overshadow the little bit he heard of the others voice. He was almost done when Akane stopped playing and then changed the song to another one, a softer, slower one. It didn't stop him from painting, and he finally finished it.

Then the young dragon hybrid looked up to find his friend looking out the window and singing. He looked him over, noting his whitish hair and how he dressed. He decided in his mind that Akane was pretty handsome and talented. Then he turned his lingering gaze to the window, as a small breeze found it's way in and chilled him only slightly. He shivered a bit, not liking how cold it was outside. Even if he was covered nicely like now, he normally didn't go out because of how sensitive his draconian heritage was to very low temperatures.

 

[iTammie-chan]

✠Keiichi✠

The cold air was whipping through, wiping the perspiration from Keiichi's forehead and turning them to icicles on his bangs. How the boy even came to sweat was a puzzle. But the feel of the air running through his hair and pulling at his clothes made him long for the end of classes so that he could go flying again. But, as the song ended and Keiichi draped his body over the guitar, leaning his head on his hands and cocking it toward the window, he knew that flying would become increasingly difficult. He had to slip out of the teacher's sights; something that was becoming more and more increasingly difficult.

The boy sat like that in silence for a little while, just staring out the window. His uniform shirt, a white button-up collared shirt, was untucking from his belt and giving him a no-longer-preppy look. His belt was now visible - something his adoptive mother would have definitely chastised him for. But he didn't mind as the boy undid and retied his tie before standing up and placing the guitar back in its case. But, instead of returning it to the closet, he just sat on the stool and continued to stare. Inspiration for a painting was not coming easily.  

[Lucifer_dragonbane]

~Ryuu Luce Zyru~

Ryuu turned around to face Akane just as he finished his painting. He saw the other male staring out the window thoughtfully and sighed softly. The day was pretty cloudy and cold, but it was still nice to fly in. Somewhat. 'Either way, I prefer flying at night,' he thought. Then a thought occurred to him. He silently got another canvas, gently placing the other aside, and started to draw out Akane and the outside world. Gradually, he started to paint it in, he hoped the older boy wouldn't turn to look at it just yet. He wanted it to be s surprise. 'For being so kind to me when he didn't have to be.'

 

[iTammie-chan]

✠Keiichi✠

Keiichi didn't turn around when he heard the shuffling of canvases. The art room was a student-run facility, pretty much, so everything was at the disposal of the students. Except for the teacher's desk and the chalk boards... that was the teacher's and wasn't to be touched - even if the teacher didn't show up for class. The boy just continued to stare out the window, brushing the ice crystals from his hair every other moment or so. The boy loved the cold. He enjoyed walking through snow storms and getting lost; the stinging pain of the ice as it chaffed his skin. Other students thought he was weird for enjoying such things. Keiichi thought they were all weird for going to the beach on summer vacation to burn in the sun. For an angel to have dark skin... just the utter vulgar thought made Keiichi shiver slightly.

A quiet knock at the door made the boy's head snap in that direction, his crimson pupils narrowing. Who could be at the door now? "Keiichi-kun!" Somebody called through the door. The boy sighed as he got up from his stool and trudged across the floor with his hands in his pockets. It was the annoying Fae kid from the other art studio across the hall. The one that was always trying to ask him to go to the movies with her. Who wanted to sit in a dark theatre and watch light pixels flash across a screen? Not Keiichi. "What do you want?" Keiichi growled quietly, staring at the girl with soft crimson eyes. Even though his words were harsh, the boy never showed any emotion to the girl except slight annoyance. "You have a letter. It got sent to the other studio," the girl said, a row of porcelain white teeth shining against her olive skin. "Thank you," the boy flashed a fake smile, taking the letter from the girl. "By the way, if you're free tonight-" the girl began, but Keiichi cut her off with a simple, faked look of sincerity. "I'm busy, sorry." Then the door was shut in the girl's face as the boy walked away muttering something under his breath about how annoying she was. But when he looked at the address, it was written in neat kanji and red ink. But the boy knew it wasn't ink... Why was his adoptive parents sending him a letter?  

[Lucifer_dragonbane]

~Ryuu Luce Zyru~

Ryuu watched as Akane went up to the girl who had knocked. He frowned at her for having disturbed the boy and made him move. Though the line art was done, it would have been nice to capture the shadows and all the tones cast by the day. Then his attention was taken to the conversation between the girl.

Though he wasn't the type to eavesdrop in the conversations of others, the tone his friend used with the girl caught him a bit off guard. Hoping he wasn't intruding, he said, "You don't seem to like her too much. Is she really that bothersome?" he asked softly, nervous. The other may be nice enough to let him be in the class and talk to him, but he didn't know how far that niceness went, nor did he want to destroy what little trust the other might have with him, if any at all.

 

[iTammie-chan]

✠Keiichi✠

The boy looked up, as if remembering for the first time that he wasn't the only one in the room. Ryuu had been so quiet, it was almost as if he wasn't there half the time. But the boy just smirked softly as he took even steps across the floor toward the other boy. "There is a point when a crush becomes an obsession," Keiichi replied calmly through half-closed eyes. "Unfortunately, she has blurred the fine line between the two."

When the boy looked down at the boy's painting, his eyes widened slightly. It was just a line-art, but he could tell where it was. He looked at the corner he had been sitting in with the stool, then he looked back at the canvas before smirking. A soft laugh slipped through his lips, but it was a kind laugh and not one laced with the jeering that most of his classmates had. Without a word, he sat back down in the position he had been before and stared out the window again without moving. The boy wanted to finish the painting, didn't he? But as he did so, he placed the letter down on the table next to him and opened it, laying it out flat so that he could look at it while he sat there. The vampires that had adopted him had sent him a letter asking him how he was doing and such. He smirked as he read the letter. They still treated him like their son.