Aethan
Aethan sighed, rubbing his forehead. First he was late, then his student made... what could be called an "interesting" entrance. And as if that weren't enough, he still had five essays to grade before he started the class. Why, exactly, had he taken this position again? "Mr. Brite," Aethan said exasperatedly. "I'd take three points off your total for your being late, but I do believe your entrance is punishment enough. Let Tokanu-san guide you to your seat."

Rafael
Rafael rolled over onto his back and sat up, tilting his head slightly at the man. "No, I'm fine, but thanks." He began to collect his books, tucking his olive brown hair from his melon green eyes. His movements were calm, as if he were in a room by himself, without a bunch of people watching him.

Eiichiiii!!
"Itai!"

Eiichi turned at the pained yell from the doorway, and burst out laughing. A brunette was sprawled in the doorway, books scattered down the aisle of the class. Sliding out of his seat, he made his way over to the other student.

"Hey, you need a hand?"

Rafael
Rafael was tearing through the hallway, carelessly dodging people without much thought, puffing heavily. He was late. Again. Damn. People hated it when you were late. He spotted his class and tore inside. His entrance could have been very stylish, if not for the fact that he tripped over his own feet and promptly fell flat on his face.

Aethan
Aethan rushed into the class, flicking a strand of long auburn hair behind his ear and setting his briefcase on his desk. He looked around the room, taking survey of his students. They were mostly freshmen, one older student standing next to the other side of his desk and giving him an expectant look -- he'd figure that out later. But there was an upperclassman in the back, easily recognized by his blue hair, bothering one of his students. "Excuse me," Aethan said loudly, his smooth tenor ringing out over the room. Now that he had the attention of the blue-haired student, he continued in a quieter voice. "You are not a student of this class," Aethan said authoritatively, addressing him. "I'll have to ask you to leave."

Jin
A self-satisfied smirk found its way to Jin's perfect lips. His eyes traveled over Kiya's back, wishing he could just grab the boy right now. "That we will, chibi. That we will."

Kiyaru
A slight unreadable smile tinged the brunette's lips, his eyes slightly unfocused, staring blankly down at his notebook. "We'll see..." He stated softly.

Jin
Jin caught the soft laugh, and his lips curved upwards in a slightly wicked smile. "Sounds like me, Kiyasu-san." He leaned back in his chair, planting his long legs up on the desk, crossed at the ankles. "I think we'll get along well together."

Kiyaru
"I like basically the same," Kiyaru replied, ignoring the other's eyes on him. "Though, I tend to like sleeping a lot more..." A slight chuckle interrupted his sentence, before he continued. "And when I'm not, I'm never usually at home."

Jin
Jin shrugged a bit. "I'm an actor. That's pretty much my life." He looked up at Kiyaru, his amber eyes shining with just a hint of mischief. "I like art and music and stuff like that." His eyes roamed freely over Kiya's petit frame. "You?"

Kiyaru
A slim black brow arched very slightly at the other's motion, the closeness making him a bit uneasy. "Maybe..." All this talk about school was starting to bore him. He decided a change of topic was in order. "So, you have any hobbies?"

Jin
"Got it in one," Jin said, smiling a perfect smile at the younger boy. He leaned in a bit closer til he could feel the young man's body heat radiating against his. "I hope we will get to have classes together at some point." His eyes gleamed slightly.

Kiyaru
Kiyaru nodded, nibbling slightly on the end of his pencil as he stared down at his scribbles critically, doodling a bit more before turning the page over. He rapped his pencil idly against the book, glancing around the classroom briefly, still seeing no sign of the teacher. He sighed slightly. "So, I'm guessing you're a senior..." He said, turning his attention to the other boy.

Jin
"Hitashi Jin at your service," Jin said, giving the younger boy a slight bow. He set his backpack down and drew up a chair to sit next to Kiyaru. "This your first year here, little one?"

Kiyaru
A slight lopsided smile slipped over the soft pink rose-petal lips of the dark-haired youth at that question. "Art. Kind of obviously..." He glanced back up at the older boy once more, head tilted slightly to one side. "And my name's Nakane Kiyaru, just by the way. What's yours?"

Lan
For a moment he held the gaze of the other across the room, before he looked away, thick, kohl lined lashes sweeping down briefly. Lan shifted his his frame, perching onto the edge of the front desk, stretching his long legs and crossing them at the ankles. For a moment he let his thoughts drift again, wandering down the darker paths of his brain, dragging forth the images of pale thin faces, of wraith like youths dressed in mourning clothes, swaying to the rythem of his voice. The smell of clove cigarets and alcohol in the air, pale light on silver chains and razors....his nights, his life. He raised his hand and tugged the notebook out again, flipping open a new page while he fumbled for his pencil, which he had stolen in the headmasters office. Briefly he touched the tip of it to his lips, biting lightly at the black cap, before he touched it to the paper and started to write.

Jin
"Cool." Jin shifted a bit so he was a little more behind Kiyaru. "You're a good artist. What's your major, chibi?"

Kiyaru
Kiyaru eyed the other's hair briefly, before dismissing it. "Hai. I've only been here for the past two days. I just moved here with my father, from the next city." His page was by now almost halfway covered with intricate little swirls and shapes, all tightly packed.

Eiichi *_____*
Eiichi froze in the middle of taking a seat, head snapping up as his eyes locked with Lan's. 'Oh my god...'

Lan
" You should smile more. It makes you look less like a statue." That sentence brought a smirk to Lans lips. He could just imagine the reaction of the deathers if he stepped onto the stage smiling happily, twittering songs of sunny afternoons into the microphone. Now wouldnīt that be funny...hm, maybe he would do that once, just to piss them off. Amusement laced his voice as he spoke again, lightening his normally dark tone "Give me a reason to smile and I will."

Jin
*Ooh, the shy silent type. I can deal with that...* Jin leaned down to see what Kiyaru was drawing, his pale, soft hair gliding over his shoulder onto the desk. "You new here, little one?"

Kiyaru
Blinking out of his daze, Kiyaru glanced up at the figure which had come to perch on the edge of his desk, his striking red-purple eyes glowing slightly in the pale light. "Hi..." He replied in a soft, satiny voice; offering a slight, brief smile before brushing a lock of raven black hair out of his face and glancing back down at his notebook, continuing to scribble.

Eiichi
"Please, call me Eiichi." Eiichi smiled again, then turned to find a desk, but looked back again. " You should smile more. It makes you look less like a statue."

Lan
Lans eyes snapped back into focus, he has been dreaming, again, and he silently cursed himself for his absentmindedness. The pretty blond he had passed on his way in stood next to him, smiling. Unconsciously he smiled back, just the faintest upwards turning of his lips, only briefly though. "No, sorry I do not know where Mr. Grey is.I am only his new helper, Kusanagi Lan.Nice to meet you Tokanu-san."

Eiichi's on the prowl...
Resisting the urge to curse as Jin moved towards the brunette in the corner immediately, Eiichi headed towards the boy with blue black hair standing by the front desk. 'That CAN'T be the teacher...' "Hey... I'm Eiichi. Eiichi Tokanu. Do you know where Mr. Grey is?" The blonde flashed the boy a dazzingly smile unconsciously.

Jin
Jin's eyes traveled over the room, almost instantly spotting the dark-haired boy. A smile grazed his lips. *Holy sh--!* he thought. Fresh meat, and so innocent-looking! He strided over to the younger boy, planting himself lightly on the edge of the desk and gazing down at him through glowing eyes. "Hey there."

Kiyaru
Kiyaru sighed, absently scribbling at the back of his notebook as he waited quietly for the lesson to begin, cheek resting in one delicate, long-fingered hand. What was taking the teacher so long? Surely he hadn't forgotten about his class... although somehow he wondered... He allowed his mind to wander, to other places, other things; the laughter, babble and all-round clamour of his fellow classmates fading into blurred background noise. He hardly noticed as the door opened and two boys stepped in, didn't even bother to look up, simply continued doodling patterns across his page.

Lan
A absent frown marked the face of the young man as he walked through the corridors of the University, eyes fixed on the notebook which he held in one hand, while the other pushed blueblack strands out of his face ever so often, tugging the strands behind his ears, where they only stayed for seconds before falling back to their previous position. The words that stood on the paper, scribbled and blotched with stains of faint purple, made no sense to him anymore. They had, yesterday night, as they spilled forth from his pen, inspiration found at the bottom of decoyingly sweet plum wine. No though... Lan sighed as he pocketed the notebook in the breast pocket of his uniform. He would have to concern himself with his lyrics later today, for now he had to focus his attention at the task at hand. He had enrolled for the job as teachers helper, the singing business has been rather low lately and he needed the money. He was supposed to help someone called Grey Aethan in english class. He didnīt look forward to it. Too many people. Finally he found the classroom and stepped in, passing a blonde who had entered only moments before him. He did not look around, the less he saw of all the people the better and headed directly towards the teachers table.

Eiichi!
Glaring at the red head who'd almost run into him, Eiichi pushed open the large wooden door and stepped into the class to be greeted by the sight of sterile white walls decorated with pictures of famous writers. 'Boring...'

_Aethan_
Aethan brushed past two students hurriedly. Damnit, he'd forgotten he had a class again. How did he manage this? Weren't you supposed to remember when you had a job? Luckily, he had remembered on time and might manage to get there with enough time to grade the five essays he'd skipped on account of the horrible grammar. He had no stomach for it. Turning back to look at the students, he noted that one looked reasonably familiar -- and realised that he was actually in the class he'd forgotten. He felt slightly guilty, but ignored it. Aethan had his own agenda. He shouldn't have to worry about such things.

Jin
Jin snorted softly. "Wrong direction, chibi." He grabbed Eiichi's slender arm in his surprisingly small hand and pulled him down a different hallway, outside. The air swept over his pale skin, making his pale blue hair swirl over his face in strands. "Mr. Grey's class, huh? He's kinda cool, for a teacher. Cute too. You'll like him." Jin pushed open another door that led to another building. "Watch your head, chibi." He led him down a narrow hallway. "Lockers on your left, vending machines on the right; pretty standard. Ah, here we go." He led him up a flight of stairs. "This one here," he said, pointing to a mahogany wood door.

Eiichi ^^
"If you're going to Mr. Grey's class, then yeah, I guess." The blonde turned away from the other student and walked down the hall, hopefully in the direction of the West building. 'Blue hair and amber eyes... Unusual combination... I wonder if he's gay...'

Jin
Jin raised one slender eyebrow at the student, regarding him with a cool gaze. He crossed his arms over his chest. "I guess. You my new charge?" He sauntered over to Eiichi, a devilish smirk on his perfectly kissable lips.

Eiichi (again!)
Eiichi looked up as the office door opened, then slumped back against the wall, watching the newcomer from under his lashes. 'Strange hair color for a native, isn't it?' He returned the boy's gaze, then smirked. 'New prey.' Pushing away from the wall, he winked at the other student, then brushed past him and out the door. "Coming?"

Jin
Jin whistled to himself, heading down the hallway towards the administrative offices, his backpack slung carelessly over one slender shoulder. His hands were stuffed deep in the pockets of his tight, blue flare jeans. He smiled sweetly at the middle-aged receptionist whom he had seen almost every day for the past three, going on four, years. He glanced over at the new student that was standing nearby, and his amber eyes lit up just the tiniest bit. He leaned back against the desk, crossing his legs at the knee just a bit, enough to make him look bored and nonchalent, but still very appealing. He waited for the new student to glance his way.

Eiichi. <3
Eiichi stepped up to the receptionist's counter at Atasuke National University, a bored expression on his handsome face as he glanced at the secretary seated behind it. "Name, age, date of birth, major, and your minor." Eiichi grimaced at the woman's nasal voice, much more used to the smooth tones of the females in California.

"Eiichi Tokanu, 18, August first, 1984, Literary English, Computer Sciences." He drawled, letting his eyes wander over the various framed prints and documents hung on the wall.

"Here you go." The woman held out a handfull of documents to the blonde, her fake nails garishly red against the white paper. "Your homeroom is in the West building, Mr. Grey's class. I'll have one of the students on duty in the office escort you there."

"Arigatou." Eiichi murmured, then moved away from the counter to lean against a wall as he waited for his escort.

(OOC: The game is set, now we play!)