College Secret (Keo-chan)

[Nicholi]

 

Short Character Profile:

 

Name: Julien Ontoyo

Race: Neko

Age: 18 years old

Location: Alida University

Occupation: Student

Appearance:

 

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Julien was just a normal average guy or so it seemed as he slowly made his way into the classroom. He was a new student here at Alida University. He wanted to go into the arts program, it had been his dream to paint beautiful pictures. But his mother wanted him to be a doctor. A doctor?! Of all the careers she could of picked, it had to be a doctor. What would people say if they found out that he wasn't just a normal boy?!

 

The black cap on his head was placed there on purpose, to hide something that the nurse and principle said was a medical condition and that it would be a distraction if he didn't wear it. So here is was, in a pair of jeans and a boring shirt. His bag was slung over his shoulder as his bright green eyes scanned the room a long moment. There were so many people here, they surely couldn't all be here for this art class?

 

He blinked for a short moment before his attention was brought to the professor when his name was announced. "Please... take a seat, Mr. Ontoyo." he snapped out of his thoughts after a short moment of staring at the man before him. This man couldn't be the professor... he surely didn't look it in the least. He had heard that all professors were old and wrinkly men, but this one. He wasn't old at all, he looked fairly young.

 

"Y-Yes Sir." He whispered softly, maybe it was just the new jitters of being in a place that he had never been before. But he wasn't so sure about that look he had gotten from the professor. He scurried off to take a seat in the back. He surely as hell didn't want to sit in the front, just in case something did happen. It was the first day of class, the thought bored him because it all meant introductions into the class and all he wanted to do was doodle or paint.

 

So while the teacher began talking, he soon found himself drawing on an empty notepad he had brought with him. Half the time not even paying attention to the instructor in the room.

[BlaqueCatt]

Name: Areli Elymas

Age: 27

Location: Alida University

Race: Human

Occupation: I wanted him to be a biology professor, but if you'd prefer an art teacher I can try >.

Appearance:

 

 

 

By this time, Areli was used to the stares that others often gave him. It had been worse when he had first arrived in this country, but now that he was an established citizen, the people seemed to accept him. While he wasn't too different from the others physically, his manner of speaking, accent, and personality often set him apart from the majority. He was a very sophisticated man who expected respect from not just his students, but from those his own age as well. Luckily, the ones living there before him weren't as prejudiced as he had expected. The staff had taken quite well to the Israeli man. And just like the staff, his students had taken a liking to him as well despite his rather mysterious demeanor.

 

This year was his third teaching at this college, and he found that he enjoyed teaching more than he expected he would. At least, when the other young adults in the room were paying attention. He had been patient with Julian being slightly late and had told him to take a seat with only a stern gaze and the smirk that never seemed to leave his pale face. But now, seeing the young man not paying attention, was something he couldn't let off easily.

 

The black-haired man stopped suddenly in the middle of drawing a diagram on the board, his hand stilling with the pen still raised. He had caught Julian out of the corner of his eye, and now the gray orbs had narrowed. He let out a soft 'hmm' and turned on his heel, slim fingers setting the pen on his own desk. Then, with silent footsteps, he seemingly glided up to the neko with elegant strides, not making a sound until he was right in front of the boy. He leaned over his shoulder, as if trying to get a better look, and said in a soft voice, "If you want to waste time, I suggest doing it in someone else's classroom."

[Nicholi]

Julien had to bite back a bored groan as the instructor talked on and on about what he expected out of the class. But this class was a beginners into art class and he knew it was going to be boring. He had no choice but to take it because it was required for the course he wanted to go into. So he would have to just bare with it and get through the class. He knew his skills were advanced for this class so it wouldn't take to much effort to pass. The more he sat there the more he was unamused by the words that came from the instructor.

 

He hadn't been working to hard on the doodle he had been doing while the instructor went on talking. But even so, the small artwork that he was doing, had great detail. Much unlike what one would expect from a beginner. It wasn't his fault that it looked like he wasn't paying any attention to the professor, in fact... if one asked him, he could recite what the man had said perfectly. A curse one would say, of being a neko. Their hearing was excellent and sometimes it was down right annoying when they were unable to tune some things out.

 

His ears twitched under his cap when he heard the footsteps coming closer, but he had been to entranced in his artwork to even force his gaze up at that moment. That was until he felt like someone was behind him and leaning over his shoulder. His eyes widened at the words that were spoken to him. A small gulp and he laid his pencil down on the desk. His drawing in full view of the instructor that had snuck up behind him. The fairy he had drawn was in such detail, the wings and clothing almost looked real. "S-sorry..." He said softly as his gaze lowered to his desk. It wasn't his fault that he was in this class in the first place. It was very clear that he didn't belong in here either. "I was paying attention, I just... couldn't stop myself." He whispered once again.

 

It was a curse for him. Not only was it the fact that he had heard everything the man talked about in the class. But whenever he had paper and a pencil, he felt compelled to draw. It wasn't something he could control easily. However, it was apparent that he was going to have to try to control that part of himself in this class.

[BlaqueCatt]

{Sorry, just before I reply, did you read what I put in the character sheet? I was wondering if you could take that into consideration >.

[BlaqueCatt]

Areli's gray eyes narrowed even further when they landed on the drawing on the table in front of him. Interesting. Most of the students who came into his class knew little to nothing about art and had barely any experience, but this one seemed to know what he was doing. I'll have to test him. He'll have to have more than just talent to pass my class. "I see." He slowly stepped away, but lingered next to Julian for another few moments. "Well, I'd prefer if you kept your eyes on me when I'm speaking." That smirk had yet to fade, and there was a sparkle of unknown emotion in his eyes; he was always guarded, even around those he knew, so it was anyone's guess what he was really thinking and feeling. Without another word, he went back to the front of the classroom and continued the lecture.

[Nicholi]

Julien bit back a groan as he heard the man before he turned to walk back up to the front of the class. Fighting against the urge to keep his hands busy, he stuck his hands in his pockets. Watching and listening to the instructor as he went on with the lecture. Yet, it was a bored expression on his face. He almost seemed to be falling asleep with a blank look in his eyes the longer the lecture went on. If he had been allowed to continue his drawing at least he wouldn't fall asleep, but no... this instructor had to be one of those ones.

 

He damned the man to hell and back in his mind. Of all the professors he could of chosen, it had to be this one. He let a soft sigh leave his lips, before he knew it the hour long class was over with. He must of been daydreaming or something to have been the only one left in the room or so he thought. His gaze dropped to the notepad on his desk of the unfinished drawing. The muse he had before now long gone due to the instructor. He let the groan leave his lips in a rush. Oh well, it wasn't the first drawing that he had done that wasn't finished.

 

He looked up from his doodle on the notepad to see everyone but the instructor had left the room. The man was looking something over on some paperwork. He stood from his seat and turned to grab his bag off the floor only to have his notepad drop onto the floor beside him. He let an irritated groan leave his lips as he bent down to pick it up. But when he stood up from his spot, the cap that he had been wearing fell from his head. Black cat ears twitched wildly for a long moment as he had not realized that the cap had fallen off.

 

His midnight black tail was hidden down in one of the leg's of his pants to keep anyone from noticing it. But as soon as he turned to leave the room, he realized the cool air hitting his ears. His eyes widened and darted to the cap on the floor. Darting over to it as quickly as he could and ducking down behind the desk in hopes that the professor had not seen the biggest secret that was being hidden by the cap. He quickly put it on, making sure his ears were tucked inside of it before standing up only to look up at the man. Blinking, he opened his mouth to say something. But it was the look on the others face that had given away the fact that the man had seen something... unusual about him.

[BlaqueCatt]

The young man had returned to his desk after dismissing the class to sort through some of the files that another staff member had asked him to go through. He was reclining in his chair, one leg over the other at the knee, with his pen at his lips while he read the paper that he held in his other hand. He had a blank expression on his face, and his eyes scanned the words quickly, almost abnormally so. It was when Julian got up from his seat that he stopped reading, his attention now on the boy. His art skill had been quite impressive, and he was curious to see what the younger man was capable of. He was about to ask if Julian would consider private tutoring when the black cap fell from his head. The words died in the professor's mouth, although the only sign of his shock was a slight eyebrow raise; years of keeping his emotions in check made it hard for him to express feelings easily.

 

His dark, stormy eyes locked with Julian's green ones, and nothing was said between then for several moments. Then, the smirk returned and he put the papers down, leaning forward, putting his elbows on the desk and resting his chin in his palm. Millions of questions threatened to overwhelm him--how the hell was that possible?--but in the end he calmed the whirlwind. He was a very serious person, but he could be lenient when things worked in his favor. And this definitely could. He's even more interesting than I originally thought... While his motives were still unclear to himself, he knew that he was going to have fun with this student.

 

"Mr. Ontoyo...would you be interested in private tutoring?" His voice was as smooth as silk.

[Nicholi]

Julien stood there, his bright green eyes flickering in the florescent lights of the room as the man stared at him for those long moment without speaking a word. He felt as if he were pinned to his spot, unable to move from it no matter how hard he tried to get his body to obey him. Just before the man spoke he had come close to darting out of the room and request to be in a different class. But now... this man, he knew just exactly why he had to keep himself covered up. He wouldn't be accepted by his peers, let alone almost all of the staff that worked in this university.

 

The question confused him for a long moment. He had expected some sort of outrage, or screaming and questions of what he really was. But to be asked about private tutoring? He wasn't sure what to make of it. At first he pondered if he even needed a private tutor. His art skills were beyond that of a beginner. Then the thought of what a private tutor would cost, he was broke. All the money his mother had set aside was just enough to get him through college and food expenses if he were careful enough not to spend it on things he didn't need. He let a small groan leave his lips as his gaze darted to the notepad in his hands.

 

"I... cant afford one." He said, even now as his ears lowered within the cap on his head. It moved just slightly enough that one could tell that it had not been some breeze from the window being open. "Please Mr. Elymas, I would prefer if you did not discuss what you just seen with anyone else. I am only here to better my skills, I do not want to draw unwanted and even harsh attention to myself." He said softly before putting his notepad away into his bag. He wanted to return to his dorm, so that he could take that damn cap off his ears. It was pinning his ears down and it wasn't comfortable for his kind. Let alone the fact that he had been sitting uncomfortably on his tail since he had practically stuffed it down one of the legs of his pants.

[BlaqueCatt]

His smirk took on a sly quality, and he appeared more like a serpent staring down prey than a professor looking at his student. "Oh, don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your...condition." He stood up from the chair and turned, picking up the scarf that had been resting on the arm of the chair. He wrapped the cloth around his neck and straightened his coat. "A teacher is supposed to accept his students for who they are, yes?" As he spoke, his accent was becoming more and more prominent; it had begun to fade the longer he lived there, but when he was feeling great emotion to returned. He lifted his briefcase from the floor and began to pack away the files. He knew what he was going to do now. He would play with his prey and see where it took him. "And the lessons would be free. I believe that a man with your talent deserves special treatment."

[Nicholi]

Julien raised a thin brow when he heard the man. At least the professor wouldn't tell anyone. He knew the nurse wouldn't say anything or she herself could lose her job for allowing such things pass by without notation. But hearing the next words that came from the man, it had Julien tilting his head a little in confusion. Was that the way things were? A teacher accepting their students no matter their race? That was completely foreign to him. No one had accepted him except his own kind before.

 

Standing there, he felt a bit strange now. With the instructor now knowing that he wasn't just a normal human boy. But his thoughts were pushed away at the comment. A thin brow rose on his face as he tried to understand what the man had said. "Sir... Thank you, but... I don't have any special talent. I'm just... different is all." He said as his gaze lowered to the floor for a long moment. It had been clear in his voice that he had wished for someone to accept him for what he was, besides his own kind. That and he wanted out of this damn cap already, his ears were sore from being pinned down and he was getting a little antsy.

[BlaqueCatt]

Areli made his way over to the younger man, his long legs carrying him quickly with their graceful strides. He was taller than Julian and smiled down at him; if he hadn't been obviously human, he may as well have had fangs. "That drawing I saw earlier, when you weren't paying attention. It surpassed that of what my students have accomplished in the past. I would like to increase your abilities." His gray eyes held mirth as he placed a cold hand on Julian's shoulder. He had easily picked up on the boy's surprise and would use that to his advantage; he needed his trust before the fun could begin. "Why so shocked that I'm treating you this way? I assume others haven't been as kind, hmm?" The smirk widened. "Take it from me; I came here from another country, and I was looked at differently as well for a while. You'll get through it." The compassionate act seemed to work the best to get what one wanted.

[Nicholi]

Julien's gaze lifted as he watched the man walking over to him. But when his drawing had been brought attention, he let a small groan leave his lips. "That... it wasn't anything special. I was just doodling." He said softly. "And not a very good one at that." Or that's what he thought of his drawing anyways. There had only been a few flaws within the picture, but with the detail, it made up for those mistakes. Still it was difficult to tell those flaws unless one knew what to look for.

 

The hand that was placed on his shoulder had him flinching a little. Normally he wasn't one for being touched, mostly for the fear of being found out by his peers than any other reason. But hearing him, his gaze saddened a considerable bit. "I'm always being treated differently. Its been like that ever since I was little." He said softly. He hated it, being treated like he was some sort of weird creature in a test tube. A small snort came from him at the words that reached his ears. "Yea... maybe when I get old and wrinkly. But by then I probably wont care anymore."

[BlaqueCatt]

The professor laughed, but it was cold and humorless; if he hadn't become so skilled in falsifying the emotions that was socially accepted, the lack of true feeling would have been obvious. But he was quite good with misleading others, and he was sure that Julian would be as easy to manipulate as everyone else. "Don't be such a pessimist. I'm sure they'll accept you one day." He was lying through his teeth; to anyone but people like him, the young man would be considered an abomination. But to him, he was a unique model toy that he wanted all for himself. "We'll keep this between us for now, though, all right?"

[Nicholi]

Julien snorted lightly when he heard the man. "Sure... like they accept a suicidal maniac." He murmured sarcastically. But when he heard the man say that he wouldn't say anything about his condition, he nodded. He just hoped that this man did stay true to his word about things. Otherwise, he would probably have to find another university to go to. But he had chosen this one for the fact that it had the best arts program available. He lowered his gaze for a moment. He almost damned himself for not going ahead and taken a class right after this one. This man was strange to him, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. His ears twitched uncomfortably under the cap on his head before he let an almost incoherent whimper leave his voice at the slight discomfort.

[BlaqueCatt]

Areli raised an eyebrow at the whimper. How cat-like. It's sickeningly adorable. Personally, he hated animals, but he assumed he could make an exception for this one. "Well, I expect to see you after class again tomorrow so we can discuss your tutoring schedule." He buttoned up his black coat and turned to the door. It was obvious that he wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. "Oh, and try to show up for class on time from now on." It was a quick jab that could be considered either teasing or insulting. With a brief wave, not facing the boy, he left the room.

[Nicholi]

Julien hesitantly nodded when the man mentioned that he wanted to see him after class tomorrow. He wasn't to sure if it was a good thing that he was going to be getting private tutoring. What would the other students think about that? He bit back a soft groan that wanted to leave his lips as he watched the professor gather his things together and headed towards the door. But hearing the next words that came from him, had an embarrassing blush rise to his face. It had not been entirely his fault that he had been late to class. He did take a bit longer to get ready for class, unlike all the other students. He had... things he had to hide.

 

He stepped out of the classroom after the man had left. Closing his eyes for a short moment before he started to make his way to his dorm. As soon as he closed the door, he locked it and the first thing he did... He threw his cap off. Rubbing at his sore ears. Then he reached into his pants and pulled his tail free, but from how he had been sitting. It had him sitting on his tail, and it was sore as well. He was going to have to figure out a way to actually sit without causing himself any pain. But he wasn't sure if that was even possible.

 

The rest of the day, he lounged around his dorm. Not wishing to go out of it due to the fact that he would have to wear that cap again.

 

The next day, he had slept in just a little bit longer than he had wanted to. The alarm blared at him on the nightstand before he turned it off and looked at the time. "Shit!" He whimpered out and jumped out of the bed. Grabbing his things and pulling on some clothes in a rush. "He's gonna kill me... I'm going to be late again..." He whimpered to himself. He threw his cap on, making sure it stayed in place this time before making sure his tail was tucked into his pants. Grabbing his bag, he darted off to his art class. He had just barely made it with ten seconds to spare before the bell alarmed. He stood there in the doorway, panting to catch his breath.

 

He didn't dare to look at the professor, knowing that the man wouldn't be happy that he had "almost" been late. He caught his breath just enough so that he darted off to his seat. It felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. It couldn't just be from the running he had to do just to make it to the classroom. Something else had to be making his heart act like this. He lowered his gaze to his desk as if he tried to figure out what that was.

[BlaqueCatt]

Areli had just opened his mouth to begin the class when Julian entered the room. He paused and watched the neko take his seat before continuing. While he kept his face blank as he taught, his gray eyes contained the same gleam that they had held the day before, when he had first seen just what the young man was. Even as he went around the room to see how the other students were doing with their assignment, he continued to spare glances at Julian; he wanted to make him as uncomfortable as possible. It was quite amusing to watch people squirm.

[Nicholi]

Julien sighed after they had been given their assignment for the day. He was rather happy that they were getting down to actually do something other than sit and listen to a lecture. He couldn't stand sitting in one spot and not doing something in the process. His pencil made strokes on his paper, even though he did not know exactly what he was drawing in the first place. The man had told them to draw something that they thought would represent themselves best.

 

The whole time the class went on, he swore he felt as if he were being watched a bit closer than the rest of the class. And it was starting to get on his nerves. He had it in his right mind to tell the man to take a picture and get over it. But he couldn't tell the man that, for being afraid that his college experience would be put into jeopardy. By the time class was over, he had just finished drawing a fairly well picture of a kitten. The image was actually surprising because it looked like you could reach out and feel real fur. But there was a small smudge on the end of its tail that he didn't have time to fix.

 

So he sat there in his seat as he watched other people leave the room, leaving him and the professor there in the room. He bit back a groan and a sarcastic remark that almost escaped his lips.

[BlaqueCatt]

The ever-present smirk was even more obvious on the professor's pale face once the room was empty. He took his time before going over to Julian or even speaking; he removed the jacket he had on and placed it on the desk chair with his coat and scarf; he loosened his tie and straightened the chairs; he rearranged his desk and did a few more trivial tasks before finally making his way over to the student. "When I told the class to draw something that represented themselves, I didn't think you'd take such a literal approach. I was expecting fancy symbols or other--" He stopped himself before saying 'garbage' and instead changed his words to, "--things of the sort." He pulled over a chair and sat across from Julian, though he was backwards on the seat. He laid out a few blank papers and various pencils, then took a pair of simple black glasses from his front pocket and slipped them on; he never wore them during class.

[Nicholi]

Julien sat there in his seat, not budging from his spot as he watched the class leave the room. But when he was there along watching the man doing various things, the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand up on their own. He didn't like the look on the man's face that he was being given. It looked as if the man was scheming something, and that something... he was almost sure he wouldn't enjoy in the least bit. He bit back a groan as his gaze lowered to his artwork as if he were trying to purposefully ignore the professor for the time being.

 

His thoughts were forced away when the man had sat across from him. Making his gaze lift to see what the man was doing when he heard the words. Watching as paper and pencils were laid out in front of him. He tilted his head, a bad habit that neko's had, for when they were slightly curious and trying to figure things out. He snorted lightly at the words that had been spoken to him. "Not my fault... I cant help what my hands create. You tell me to draw something, to focus on one image and try and recreate it on paper. It doesn't work that way with me. My hands have a mind of their own when it comes to art. By the time I start drawing, I am unsure of what it is until it is finished." He said as he down casted his eyes from the man.

 

"You said something about a private tutor. I have yet to figure out why you think I may need one? As you can see, my skills do surpass this class. I'm only here because its required for my degree. So there has to be another reason why you want to give me private lessons?" He murmured. He shifted in his seat in hopes to free the soreness of his tail, only to have tears well up into his eyes as he had squirmed right onto it. He shut his eyes tightly to try and keep from crying at the pain that he had caused. Taking a short moment before he spoke once again. "Don't take me as another stupid student. I am quite aware of things, unlike normal human beings." He murmured. However... I just can not figure you out Mr. Professor... He thought to himself.

[BlaqueCatt]

Julian's words about his art almost made the older man laugh, but he was able to contain himself. Though he was an art teacher, he couldn't care less about the subject. Then, when the neko openly voiced his suspicions, Areli was even more convinced that he was going to have fun with the boy. "You sound so suspicious." His tone was light, but held a darker undertone. "What, afraid I might be a serial killer?" He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the lens glinting in the room's lighting. "I understand why you're so unwilling to trust. But I mean you no harm. I simply thought that a troubled young man such as yourself could use some guidance." His gray eyes flickered from the boy's face to his head and then his pants. "You look uncomfortable. If you have ears, you must have a tail, yes? Perhaps it would be better if you weren't sitting on it."

[Nicholi]

Julien let a soft groan leave his lips. It wasn't a hidden fact that he didn't trust easily, but it was the fact of how his kind was treated that could give it away. "Troubled?" He snorted out lightly. "And what gives you this idea that I am troubled? Just because I am not human does not mean that I can not keep up in my studies just like the rest of my peers." He said softly. It didn't surprise him that the man would suspect that along with ears, there had to be a tail of some sort hidden away just like his ears. "Yea well... Its not the best feeling in the world, But I have no choice but to hide them. Its the only way I can stay at this school." He murmured as he lowered his gaze once again.

[BlaqueCatt]

Areli's smirk curled into a sly grin, and he leaned forward slightly, putting his right elbow on the desk and resting his chin in his hand. "Oh, I don't doubt your intelligence. When I said troubled, I meant socially. Emotionally. Like you said, you can't trust anyone. I doubt you have friends." Suddenly he reached up with his left and hand took off Julian's hat. "I want to help you. When we're studying, you can take off the hat and let your tail out."

[Nicholi]

Julien wondered just what this man was getting at. There had to be a true reason why this man was trying to hard. He felt strange around him in the first place, no one... not even all the other teachers paid him this much attention. That's what made him feel even more strange. He let a small groan out when he heard the man's words. Sure... that has to be the only reason why this man wanted to give me private lessons. He thought to himself sarcastically. "Just because I hide away doesn't mean that I cant make friends. There are reasons why I distance myself from everyone." He murmured. As soon as he seen the hand coming closer to him, he flinched and shut his eyes tightly. That was until he felt his ears twitching wildly for a moment only to realize the hat had been taken off his head.

 

His eyes widened as he stared at the man in disbelief. No one had ever purposefully taken his hat away from him before. He had to fight himself not to try and get his hat back, sticking his hands into his pocket as he stared at the man. "Right... What reason do I have to believe that your only doing this for my well being?" He asked. But even now he tried to keep himself from taking his tail out of his pants, even when he wanted to relieve the soreness that much more.

[BlaqueCatt]

"And what possible reason could I have for doing this other than to help you?" Areli shot his reworded question back in record time. He reclined back in the chair and folded his hands in his lap, gray eyes locking on Julian's and not even sparing a glance at the ears on top of his head. "Why not give it some time, hmm? Maybe after a while you'll see that all I want to do is make this easier for you. You seem like you need someone who will allow you to be yourself."