/\Let's do the Time Warp Again/\ ~History~

[Yuki]

It was definitely too early in the morning for this.
Teaching first period? Hell no, Demetrio would rather be sleeping than teaching. Then again, it was his job. It was what he was paid to do. But that didn't mean he had to enjoy it. So, with a lazy blink and some chalk in his hand, he was ready to teach his class.

Oh, goodie.
"Now then, we left off yesterday at the beginning of the Black Plague, correct?" Demetrio--no, Mr. Bevoretti--began, writing a few things on the chalkboard. He smirked slightly, turning back to his students with a strange gleam in his eyes. "Believe me, this will be quite interesting to learn about, for all you violent students. But still, this is a very serious matter, for one third of the European population died because of it." The strange look was still in his eye as he looked at all of the students, a few groaning at the topic they were learning today. Mr. Bevoretti heard that, though, walking up to one of the groaning students and looking him right in the eye. "Of course," he said cooly, "it's not like it was Europe's fault we all got sick, oh no. We got sick by incoming merchants from Asia. And how did the merchants get it here? By the rats that were stored on the caravans they traveled on. And how did those vile, disgusting rats get it?" He grinned slightly. So just stay away from flees, and you won't die a horrible death with boils and rashes and horrible itching."

As he continued to "drone on" (as some might call it), he watched some students take notes (probably the Brains), and some fall asleep as well (maybe some Love Struck), and he couldn't help but to let his eyes wander around to some of the students. Of course, it was quite obvious that some of them were very attractive, and definitely appealing to the eye. Lucky for the girls, probably swooning over them all day. Tch, how annoying. That's one of the reasons why he could never really "love" a female--they were too squealy. And girly. And they gossiped too much. And they...
Well, they just weren't as great as males.

Suddenly remembering that he was here to teach and not stare at the students. Right, he had a job, and besides he couldn't just attack his students like that. Oh no, they needed to want it. In his opinion, if the student was the one asking for the sex, why should he deny them? As a teacher, it was his job to help the students learn, and if they wanted this to be their "learning" then he should just let them learn from this experience.
Hopefully, they'd come back for more.

"So, does anyone have any questions, or may I move on?"

[Tsubasa]

(SINCE YOU'RE BEING CHEAP AND REPOSTING, I'M REPOSTING THE MILES ONE SO HNNN)

*scritch* *scratch*
The talking seemed to stop. It was particularly boring, he thought. Taking his long and never cut nails, only bit at times, he scraped under the desk. It made a better noise than silence. He didn't like silence, not at all, but more than that, he feared loud sounds. They frightened him, since they were things he was not used to. Trapped in dark room all your life and that's what happens. Good thing it didn't drive him mad.

He was already mad.

Eyes permanently tightened open in a psycho stare, bags stowed under them from insomniac tendencies. Chudi was particularly bored with today's lesson. Seated, if you could say that, in his usual position he found himself staring out the open window. Everyday, in class, the boy would kick off those uncomfortable shoes that the grown-ups forced on him and climb up onto the chair, arching his back. Toes free and tapping over the wooden seat, the Filipino was ambidextrous so he liked to switch hands when writing once and a while for fun. One hand would hold one pencil who's eraser tip he was currently chewing on, and the other would hold another pencil he would write with.

Today "Miles" took the opportunity to remove his tie that seemed to strangle his poor, fragile neck, and tied it around his forehead. Every now and then it would sway in-front of his eye-sight, but then with a quick swat it would move away. In classes like these, if the noise suddenly stopped, it would make the brunette nervous. Very nervous. After sweating irrationally, chattering his teeth, and twitching, he quickly would have to make some sort of noise to destroy this. Not too loud, as you remember, he hated anything loud. Loud noises did not only scare him, but they would make him angry. When Miles got angry, he lost all his senses and went out of control. Like a wild animal, you could say.

Sensing the incoming silence, Miles' eyes widened further, if possible, and he started scrapping some of the wood of the desk. Breathing heavily, he couldn't take it any more and started to growl. Imitating a doggy he had seen the other day, he quickly moved to quiet barking. This was fun, and a smile was quickly placed on his face. Ah, that doggy. What had happened to it? Oh yeah.

Walking in the park, Miles had recently been let out by the kind Doctor Taki for some fresh air. Of course though, like always, he had to be followed around, and this was annoying. Turning down to Miles with that fox grin of his, Taki spoke.

"Don't do anything rash today, like last time, okay Chudi-chan?"

"I knoowwww..."

Groaning, they quickly repeated their routine around the park. Shrugging off the Japanese man, he quickly realized that the brunette was distracted by something, so quietly, Miles slipped off into the bushes of the park. Laughing, Chudi skipped about in the fields, grabbing handfulls of flowers that were planted in the grassy areas. Ripping them out of their roots, he wondered what they tasted like, so putting them in his mouth he swallowed them whole. Eeew, they tasted like soot. Miles didn't like that. Spitting the rest out, the Filipino heard a panting sound.

Turning around, the boy saw a medium sized brown dog perched next to him. Gasping, the boy got exited and reached to pet the animal.

"Doggy!!! What a cute doggy. What's your name, doggy?"

But before he could, the dog quickly rejected him and backed away, proceeding to bark as loudly as it could.

The Barking.

The Barking.


It sent Miles to his edge. Clutching his hair, he yelled out, trying to make the dog stop. That stupid, stupid dog. Why wouldn't it shut up?

"SHUT UP!!! SHUT THE f**k UP!!!"
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THE FOLLOWING MAY BE DISTURBING AND HEART-BREAKING TO SOME VIEWERS. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A DIE-HARD DOG LOVER..well that gives it away...

Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes, and, with his overly wide eyes, he spotted a grey rock seated to his left. Picking it up, he raised it over his head and rammed it over the head of the animal. With a loud slam, the dog quickly quited down, whimpering. But once Miles got started, he couldn't stop. Ramming it on the head, he did it over and over again until red liquid seemed all around him. Panting heavily, the Filipino forgot what it was he had been doing.

"Doggy? Play with me doggy?"

The animal didn't move. There was no breath, or even recognition in it's eyes. Kicking it, Chudi hoped to waken it.

"Wake up you stupid dog!!! I wanna play!!!"

It wouldn't wake up. Crying tears of frusteration, the boy hollared, and turned away. Finding his way back to the doctor, the Japanese man was wide eyed with fear. Running over to Miles, Taki clutched him by the shoulders.

"Chudi!!! Where have you been?!!"

Staring at the boy, Taki's dark eyes trailed over his cloths. Stepping back in horror, he clutched his mouth.

"Why is there blood on you Chudi?!"

Cocking his head to the side, Miles replied blankly.

"The doggy wouldn't play."

[Rain]

Ah, history class. How stimulating to the mind. Of course, Mr. Bevoretti's droning on about the Black Plague wasn't exactly what Eli would call interesting, but at least it was better than what the girls behind him were whispering to each other. Something about how attractive so-and-so and what's-his-face were. Eli refrained from rolling his eyes. He took diligent notes, not allowing his mind to wander off somewhere else. He wanted to write, and badly, but he was stuck in this stuffy classroom. Plus, there was that pesky little thing called inspiration that didn't seem to like him very much at the moment. His eyes darted about the room, in search of something that might pique of interest. Damn it, there was nothing. Inspiration didn't come. And, if Mr. Bevoretti didn't shut up, it never would.

Eli tossed that thought out of his mind. Lecturing was the man's job; it wasn't his fault that he was so boring. Still, it was Eli's own mind, wasn't it? He was allowed to complain without anyone bothering him about it. He could do whatever he wanted up there, which was nice. There was nothing quite like mouthing off at a teacher in his own imagination. It was somehow satisfying, but it depressed him to think that he would never gather the courage to actually do it.

He frowned as Mr. Bevoretti turned to gaze at the students--appraise them, actually. Why was he looking at them so intently? Eli shifted his sitting position. He hated when people stared like that. It made him uncomfortable, the thought that someone was watching his every mood. Of course, he was being paranoid. Mr. Bevoretti was a teacher. He was supposed to look at his students to make sure they were paying attention. Still...

He tapped his pencil against his desk. Man, it was so bloody hot in there. Or was it just him? He set his chin in his hands and watched the teacher continue his lesson. Too much was going through his mind. He couldn't concentrate on the stupid Black Plague. He wanted the comfort of his dorm, where his typewriter was.

"So, does anyone have any questions, or may I move on?"

Eli realized he hadn't been paying enough attention. He raised his hand, pencil at the ready. "When did you say the Black Plague started again?"