Azukai
Zuki
Classes are such a drag, Shun gloomily thought as he made his way through the academy's halls toward the art room where he hoped to spend the rest of his day in peace. Every since the day of the club fair, the art room had remained locked without notice of meetings, and today was no different as the door once again refused to budge.
Does this club even exist, Shun couldn't help but wonder as he began to doubt the existence of the room he had inhabited several days ago. Maybe I really am going cra...
"Shun!" a voice called out from down the hall as a male student ran towards him, stopping a hairs length away and breathing heavily in an attempt to catch his breath. "I finally caught up to you," he said in between gasps for air. "Here," he added once his composure had been regained and his hand, which was holding a key, had been extended forward. "A key to the art room."
Shun recognized the newcomer as Yukio, the president of the art club, and though he graciously accepted the key from him, he couldn't help but wonder if it was legal for him to have possession of such an item. "Are you sure this is alright for a new student to have?" Shun questioned.
"Normally no," Yukio began with a sheepish smile; however, Shun's silence and questioning look quickly made him finish explaining. "Ya see, the art teacher was originally against it seeing he never met ya, but some girl that seemed to know you convinced him otherwise."
Was it Ashlei....but she shouldn't have any ties to the teachers here, Shun wondered while ignoring Yukio's explanation of proper after school usage of the room.
"..and that is that. So while I can't be around, feel free to take my place. Though its not like we have regular attending members anyways." Yukio concluded with a smile and wave before dashing back down the hall.
While I can't be around? Shun scratched his head suddenly cursing his lack of attention as he watched Yukio depart while wondering what he had meant in his farewell.
"Damn last night to hell," Shun grumbled as he tossed his brush onto the nearby window sill before leaning back in his chair to inspect his painting and massage his arm. Due to the pain, the quality of his painting had taken a hit as the control over his strokes and overall focus had become quite sub par.
"Hmmmm?" Said the feminine voice resting her arms and head atop his head. "And just what happened to the arm of someone who fell soundly asleep last night?"
"Nothing much," Shun replied without reacting to the sudden appearance of another. "I slept on the wrong side."
Taking hold of Shun's right arm, Ashlei began to gently roll up his sleeve while ignoring his winces of pain.
"Hmmm," she again said running her finger along the faked compression wrap while blankly staring at Shun who returned her gaze with an equally blank expression.
"I would only laugh a little if you told me you fell out of bed and sprained your arm," she said with a laugh. "But it really is affecting your art." She glumly added after inspecting his painting at hand. "You need to start building a portfolio if you want to attend art school."
"I heard you persuaded the art teacher to give me a key," Shun replied in an attempt to once again divert the subject away from talk of his future. "I never knew you actually had ties with teachers at this school."
Ashlei who had begun to walk around the room took time in giving her reply as she soon became distracted by what Shun assumed to be nostalgic memories.
"I came here often while I was in middle school." Ashlei began, her hands caressing the side of a particular easel in the corner of the room."Unlike now, the academy used to be big in the arts, and this was the exclusive easel I got to use," she excitedly explained while directing a glowing smile toward Shun who could help but smile in return.
"But for now, let's finish your painting." she concluded after rushing back to his side where she pulled up a chair of her own and took hold of one of Shun's brushes. "I'll help the poor crippled shun out." she added with a giggle as she began to inspect the painting more closely to obtain a feel for its direction.
"Representation of Sirius, eh? Never knew you had an interest in the zodiacs," she said with a surprised tone on her voice. "Ah well, this ought to be fun!"
Shun internally sighed in relief as Ashlei seemed to have thought nothing of his injury, or the medium for his painting. Though if he were to sustain any more injuries, Shun couldn't help but wonder if he would be able to supply any more excuses without drawing any suspicion from his friend. Shaking his head, Shun cleared his thoughts in preparation for focusing on the artwork at hand. He had come here to enjoy his afternoon rather than clutter his head with meaningless worries. Taking hold of his brush once more, Shun gave Ashlei a quick nod before the two dove into perfecting their artwork that would take up the remainder of the afternoon and part of the night.
Does this club even exist, Shun couldn't help but wonder as he began to doubt the existence of the room he had inhabited several days ago. Maybe I really am going cra...
"Shun!" a voice called out from down the hall as a male student ran towards him, stopping a hairs length away and breathing heavily in an attempt to catch his breath. "I finally caught up to you," he said in between gasps for air. "Here," he added once his composure had been regained and his hand, which was holding a key, had been extended forward. "A key to the art room."
Shun recognized the newcomer as Yukio, the president of the art club, and though he graciously accepted the key from him, he couldn't help but wonder if it was legal for him to have possession of such an item. "Are you sure this is alright for a new student to have?" Shun questioned.
"Normally no," Yukio began with a sheepish smile; however, Shun's silence and questioning look quickly made him finish explaining. "Ya see, the art teacher was originally against it seeing he never met ya, but some girl that seemed to know you convinced him otherwise."
Was it Ashlei....but she shouldn't have any ties to the teachers here, Shun wondered while ignoring Yukio's explanation of proper after school usage of the room.
"..and that is that. So while I can't be around, feel free to take my place. Though its not like we have regular attending members anyways." Yukio concluded with a smile and wave before dashing back down the hall.
While I can't be around? Shun scratched his head suddenly cursing his lack of attention as he watched Yukio depart while wondering what he had meant in his farewell.
"Damn last night to hell," Shun grumbled as he tossed his brush onto the nearby window sill before leaning back in his chair to inspect his painting and massage his arm. Due to the pain, the quality of his painting had taken a hit as the control over his strokes and overall focus had become quite sub par.
"Hmmmm?" Said the feminine voice resting her arms and head atop his head. "And just what happened to the arm of someone who fell soundly asleep last night?"
"Nothing much," Shun replied without reacting to the sudden appearance of another. "I slept on the wrong side."
Taking hold of Shun's right arm, Ashlei began to gently roll up his sleeve while ignoring his winces of pain.
"Hmmm," she again said running her finger along the faked compression wrap while blankly staring at Shun who returned her gaze with an equally blank expression.
"I would only laugh a little if you told me you fell out of bed and sprained your arm," she said with a laugh. "But it really is affecting your art." She glumly added after inspecting his painting at hand. "You need to start building a portfolio if you want to attend art school."
"I heard you persuaded the art teacher to give me a key," Shun replied in an attempt to once again divert the subject away from talk of his future. "I never knew you actually had ties with teachers at this school."
Ashlei who had begun to walk around the room took time in giving her reply as she soon became distracted by what Shun assumed to be nostalgic memories.
"I came here often while I was in middle school." Ashlei began, her hands caressing the side of a particular easel in the corner of the room."Unlike now, the academy used to be big in the arts, and this was the exclusive easel I got to use," she excitedly explained while directing a glowing smile toward Shun who could help but smile in return.
"But for now, let's finish your painting." she concluded after rushing back to his side where she pulled up a chair of her own and took hold of one of Shun's brushes. "I'll help the poor crippled shun out." she added with a giggle as she began to inspect the painting more closely to obtain a feel for its direction.
"Representation of Sirius, eh? Never knew you had an interest in the zodiacs," she said with a surprised tone on her voice. "Ah well, this ought to be fun!"
Shun internally sighed in relief as Ashlei seemed to have thought nothing of his injury, or the medium for his painting. Though if he were to sustain any more injuries, Shun couldn't help but wonder if he would be able to supply any more excuses without drawing any suspicion from his friend. Shaking his head, Shun cleared his thoughts in preparation for focusing on the artwork at hand. He had come here to enjoy his afternoon rather than clutter his head with meaningless worries. Taking hold of his brush once more, Shun gave Ashlei a quick nod before the two dove into perfecting their artwork that would take up the remainder of the afternoon and part of the night.
