Artistry I

The bell had already rang and Shiro was late. Turning a corner he would see Artistry I. As he entered he would see a gorgeous lady standing in a read blazer with a large bust and a skimpy outfit "I think I might like this class" Shiro says smoothly.

Looking at the board he sees her name he would say it in a perfect Russian accent "Ms.Trakovsky, I'm sorry I'm late I was dropped off by the cops and they purposely didn't give me a schedule but I got a pass from the office, I'm Shiro Yukimura, on a side note you look absolutely exquisite, and the glow from your flawless skin makes you stunning and radiant" he says nonchalantly walking into the room.

Turning to the class and scanning it quickly he first noticed the spiky haired kid who was watching him in the hallway earlier. Second Pillar huh? he would think to himself Locking eyes for a second then continuing to scan the room. Moving along he would see a kid blushing uncontrollably and paint splattered all over himself What the fuck happened to him? Ignoring it he would see a kid sitting at his desk neatly arranged jotting down notes of who know whats, A brown haired older looking kid who looked like he couldn't give less of a fuck. Another kid with a lighting badge C'mon now that the fuck is pokemon? he looks like a gym leader with that shit He would think chuckling to himself. Uninterested so far a girl would catch Shiro's attention, the shy looking type, short hair, but when she wasn't hiding her face she was pretty damn cute "Hi there, you're a cutie" He would say walking over and sitting next to her seeming to glide across the room. Grabbing her hand gently and suavely he would say "Hi there I'm Shiro, but my friends call me ace and you are hun?" awaiting her response.

"I'm Sorry about that Ms.Trakovsky, I usually like to do cartoon and anime sketches which I do relatively well at but I'd love to learn other drawing styles as well so that's my main reason for joining this class." Shiro says to Ms.Trakovsky and the rest of the class. Sitting down he puts the rest of his prior engagements on hold and begins diligently working on a picture. "A little more here, some color here, widen the shirt length" he says to him self sketching away.

Sometime passes and Shiro manages to complete his picture. He throws his arm up in the air and says. "Ms.Trakovsky I've finished, this is the usual style of my drawings and I hope its acceptable" He says lifting up the picture.

Shiro couldn't help but laugh at Vivi's response. A player huh? I never saw myself that way before. Grabbing her hand again Shiro looks into her eyes "Vivi huh? thats a beautiful name and the way it flows from my lips makes me want to say it over and over again. But me being a player? I couldn't say that but I do love women and everything about them, from their laugh to their smile to their passion, it all amazes me." He peers at her picture of a girl swinging from a tree, her shading style was unique and seemed self developed which intrigued him. "That's a really great, you seem like you've been drawing for a while?" Shiro says with a soft smile.

Shiro grabbed her hand again and Vivi found herself chuckling nervously. She’d thought for sure he’d get offended at her last comment and ignore her, but instead he was talking to her just like before. As if she was… a woman. An attractive woman. She’d always just seen herself as a girl, and never an attractive one, though some told her she was. She couldn’t help but feel they were mocking her.

And there he went on again with the honeyed words and denying he was a player. He definitely was. Or he just didn’t care who he flirted with.
Laughs? Smiles? Passion? Yeah, Vivi had none of that.

“Well isn’t that adorable,” she replied, “Thanks, I have…”

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Johnny leaned over and asked her a question.
"So tell me, what is your deepest secret?”

Why would he ask her something like that? Did she look like the type to possess secrets? Perhaps she did…. the only thing to do now was lie.

“I don’t have any, I’m an open book,” she sighed, “Assuming I did though, why would I tell you?”

Kamile was getting rather tired of the three students chatting away while they were supposed to be working. Letting out a quiet sigh, she would open her drawer again revealing the knives. Grabbing three of them, she would look at the students, concentrating on their placements. Her aim was perfect, she never hit the wrong place. She knew this and it gave her all the more reason not to back down this time. Pulling her arm back she would release all three knives and they would land right where she meant them to. Directly in front of each student, Johnny, Vivi, and Shiro. Her tone was light, but her eyes were ice.

"This is not social hour. We are working on a project. I you want to speak, you may talk about your art, not about secrets. If you have any questions, you ma ask me. Would you three kindly bring my knives back?"

Kamile would hold out her hand and wait for the students to bring them back.

Angel would just sigh as everything transpired around him. All he wanted was just one quiet class where he didn't have to worry about stupid shit happening. But alas it appeared it would not be so.

He did as he was instructed making his portfolio which consisted of a stick figure family, a mother father and older child standing in the middle seemingly happy... or as happy as stick figures with no faces can look. Then off to the right side at the corner of the portfolio would be another stick figure with his back against the tree depressingly curled up with his knees up with his arms resting on his knees and his head on his arms. Shrugging he would be finished with this project and would sit back silently and watch the others to see what else might happen.

Johnny was just about to reply, when the jolt of a knife sticking into his desk woke him from his trance, it was certainly a shock to be sitting in a cooped up position only to have a sharp object thrown at him.

"Sure, I suppose that's understandable..." he replied quietly to the teacher, stepping up from his desk and working to unstick the knife, only to bring it back to her and place it gingerly on her desk. She was not in a playing mood and he figured it would be best if he stopped chatting..