Just a drizzle

[kohaku lebara]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,370,true][atrb=style,border: 5px double acacac;][bg=#dbdbdb][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=valign,top,true] [STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 1px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style] [STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]It had to start raining of all times, isn't that how it always went? The boy had been on his way back from book store when it started to downpour. Panicking, he had shoved the book into his jacket and had rushed to the first awning he could find. It was outside of a local Cage, but the boy didn't enter. He stood outside, peering at the rain with a frown - this was not how he planned this! He just wanted to get his book then head back to the dorms.. Sighing, Kohaku kept one firm arm around his stomach to hold the book, while the other hand reached up and brushed back his wet hair. The white locks were tied back in a low pony, but the rain caused his bangs to practically stick to his face. Brushing them back slowly, a weak pout appeared on the students face. "..This sucks.." He spoke this lightly, gazing around. Not many other people seemed to be out, and he left his cell back in the dorm. After all, it was just a quick pick up, he didn't think he was going to need it.. though he wished he had it now, to call for a friend. Instead, the dishearten youth was left in the heavy rain, waiting for the dark, looming clouds to pass on. [/style]

Credit to Memzard of BTN

[Maximillian Crawford]

Ahh rain… The way it fell from the sky and shrouded the road in front of him in a grey veil reminded him of his native country – England. When he had lived in London rain had been a constant unpredictable factor in his life. You never knew when the rain decided to start falling you only knew that it was certain to fall at the most inconvenient of times. In a sense you could say that it was predictable in that way – predictably unpredictable. The thought of it caused a small smile to form on his lips as he continued walking down the street. The raindrops drummed against his umbrella as well as on the pavement and by each step he took, water splashed around his feet.

Though he did not wear any boots to protect his feet against the rain, he did not mind it all that much. Instead he simply tried to avoid any of the big puddles in order to minimize the ‘damage’, knowing that a bit of wet feet would only serve to increase the sensation of changing into a warm pair of socks when he returned home.

He loved the rain. That was his sole reason for being outside at the moment. Any sane person might have decided to stay at home and enjoy it from a distance while having a cup of hot chocolate, but such an act appeared too vain for Maximillian. He wanted to stand right in the middle of it and enjoy how it laid the streets bare and appear like the ones of a ghost town. Peaceful, quiet and washing away all the impurities allowing for a new world to appear afterwards. He could take his time. Sakura did not expect to see him return home anytime soon and even if she did he could not honestly say that he cared. Besides it gave his wife the chance to visit her precious ‘friend’.

As he continued walking Maximillian suddenly spotted a lone figure standing near one of the nearby buildings, obviously trying to find shelter from the rain. Being used to seeing him in a school uniform it took a moment for him to realize that it was actually one of his students – Kohaku Lebara if he remembered correctly. He had never actually spoken with him outside class but seeing him stand like that, wet and probably starting to get cold as well depending on how long he had actually been standing there, poked at Maximillian’s curiosity. There was something endearing about the boy and Maximillian recalled that he had always found the boy attractive.

Seeing little reason to hold back Maximillain started approaching the teenage boy, intending to offer him a helping hand. After all as his teacher it would only be rude to leave him alone like that, right? ”Lebara isn’t it? If you keep standing there you will end up drenched before the rain stops falling. Where are you heading? I’ll walk you home and share my umbrella on the way.” And get to look at you in the process, he thought but of course did not say it out loud, the friendly smile playing on his lips showing no sign of his hidden intentions. The only complaint he had was that the boy was not wearing his uniform. A wet uniform… what a sight that would have made.

((OoC: Unfortunately, this is a bit rushed but I hope you don't mind it^^;; At least it's started now, yes?))

[/size][/blockquote]

[kohaku lebara]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,370,true][atrb=style,border: 5px double acacac;][bg=#dbdbdb][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=valign,top,true] [STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 1px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style] [STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]Staring at the man, Kohaku was a bit shocked. He did not expect to see anyone out at this time, but perhaps it was his lucky day - they had an umbrella! A almost shy smile appeared on the youth's face as he stepped towards the other. His gaze shifted towards the pouring sky, the smile falling slightly. He didn't care about himself getting wet - but his book. .Sighing, he finally replied to the other. His voice was soft, but he hoped the other heard. "I was just heading back to the Dorms, Sensei. I had just come to pick up a book.". He let the cover peek slightly before tightly wrapping it in his jacket again. Accepted the offer, the student quickly moved from under the awning and under the other's umbrella. The closeness didn't seem to bother the youth as he smiled to the man once more. He let their shoulders innocently brush as he uttered a weak 'merci' then a moment later corrected himself with a faster 'thank you'. Old habits. Looking around the road for a moment, those amber eyes were on the man again, a vivid curiousness. "Why are you out so late, Sensei? I hope I am not interrupting a date..~" There was a teasing tone on the boy's voice, but a friendly one. He highly doubted this man was spending the night alone! Though - was he married? Kohaku couldn't seem to remember. So, instead, he just gave him a smile. "You do not need to talk me all the way to the dorms if it is a hassle on your sir.. I only wish it was not such bad weather. I would love a night to finally get out!"[/style]

Credit to Memzard of BTN

[Maximillian Crawford]

Maximillain observed the boy’s reactions silently as he patiently waited for his reply. He didn’t expect to hear a decline to his offer especially considering how favourable it was in his opinion at least yet youths were unpredictable from time to time. He had been a teacher for seven years now and would say that he had some experience regarding that. As Kohaku stepped closer to him, Maximillian had to force himself not to smile. Now confident that the boy would accept his offer, Maximillian stepped a bit closer as well, allowing the boy to seek cover under his umbrella. Glancing down at the cover of the book as it was showed to him, Maximillian raised an eyebrow. ”You went to buy a book? If you had just gone to the library then you wouldn’t have been caught in this rain.” It was just a statement really, a comment to his explanation.

He was all too aware of how the boy’s shoulder suddenly brushed against his, and for a short moment he wondered if it was intentional before brushing it off. With the two of them standing as close to each other as they did it was bound to happen that they would touch at some point, and of course Maximillian had no complaints about that. Actually he saw it as quite the bonus and once again found him lucky to find the boy there on his own. With the weak voice the boy had been speaking with so far as well as the wet appearance he was making, Maximillian couldn’t help but see the boy as being fragile and once again he had to put restraints on himself. Otherwise he would have wrapped his arm around him though maybe he would end up doing it anyway later on. He couldn’t help but notice the boy’s choice of language, yet with his looks he couldn’t say that it surprised him. He was a foreigner just like him or partly at the very least.

At the boy’s question Maximillian couldn’t help but laugh softly. Oh the irony. ”No such thing. Don’t worry about it. My wife is visiting a friend at the moment and in the meantime I decided to go experience the weather. It reminds me of London you see,” the teacher replied, deciding that there was no harm done with being honest with the boy. He returned his smile with one of his own, his eyes falling on the water which was running from the boy’s hair and down his neck. Then they shifted back to look the boy in the eyes.

”I don’t mind a bit of extra walking. As I said don’t worry about it. As a teacher I can’t very well leave one of my students out in the rain. I must admit that I’m a bit concerned, however. The way to the dorms is still long and I wouldn’t want for you to catch a cold before returning. I live nearby so if you want we can drop by there and you can have a change of clothes. You’re welcome to stay over until the rain stops,” he offered always the gentleman, curiously waiting for Kohaku’s reply and hoping that he wasn’t pushing it.

[kohaku lebara]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #cad7df; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: center; color: #494949;]  IAMAQUESTIONTOTHEWORLD[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]not a answer to be heard[/style][/style][/style]

[style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]A[/style]t the suggestion, Kohaku's face seemed to light up. A warm house right now sounded lovely. Sure, Kohaku loved the rain, but his book.. well that was a whole different feeling. Easily nodding to the man's offer, the student seemed to have no fear of the teacher. They were meant to be trusted right? As they continued to walk, and the teacher took the lead, the boy decided to answer the man's question from before. "About, that library comment.. I could not have gotten it there. This book I had ordered, so the local bookstore to bring in for me! It is by an author I admire greatly.." There was almost a hum on the boy's clearly spoken words. That is how his step-father raised him. Speak clearly, use a strong voice and most of all, never use slang. If he had even been caught talking slang, even an innocent 'won't' instead of 'will not', the results were not something he liked to think about. Still, his eyes drifted to the book, admiring the name there before once more, softly tucking it against his chest. Looking towards the man leading him, the boy gave a warm smile. "Thank you very much. This is very kind of you..". He tried not to wince from the drag on the 'th'. He was foreign, as the other figured out - french. Born and raised, and as such, speaking other languages often were a struggle for his accent. Another thing his step-father would explode over, but this was not one he could control. Pushing the man to the back of his thought, however, the amber-eyed boy just focused on his teacher. Far nice, more gentle from what he has seen, and .. far better to look at.[/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]Maxi!![/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]whocares[/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]ehehe >w>[/style] [/style][/style]

[Maximillian Crawford]

Without any apparent second thoughts it the boy had accepted his offer. Splendid! He had not acted in any way that made the boy feel uncomfortable in fact he only seemed happy to receive help from his teacher. And why shouldn’t he? Maximillian thought that he was acting really helpful and generous and with the friendly smile carefully placed on his lips he had no intention for anything to seem suspicious at all – nothing really was. It was not like that he had any plans of actually touching the boy. He just wanted to watch and frankly he couldn’t see any harm in that.

Usually being one to take long strides, Maximillain adjusted his walking to fit Kohaku’s pace so as to not force the boy to walk faster and more uncomfortable in the rain. Listening to the boy’s reply to his comment, Maximillian arched his eyebrow once again. Deciding that a bit of chit chatting might be in place if not just in order to pass the time until they reached his home he deciding to continue with this topic even though he initially had just planned to drop it at that. ”You do indeed speak highly of this author. Would you mind sharing his name? It wouldn’t happen to be a certain Aoi, would it?”

About to make a turn around a corner, Maximillian placed a hand on the boy’s back as to guide him in the right direction, not wanting to accidentally end up bumping into him. Meeting the boy’s eyes the smile on the teacher’s face simply continued with no intention to disappear anytime soon. ”You are quite welcome. Would you like some hot chocolate or perhaps some tea when we get there? I think that we might have some in the kitchen.” The only challenge was that his wife wouldn’t be there to help him make it. But it was just tea. It couldn’t possibly be that difficult now could it?

Making another few turns on their way it only took ten minutes before they finally arrived in front his residence. After walking up to the front door Maximillian passed his umbrella to Kohaku in order to have him hold it while he unlocked the door. Only a few seconds later the door clicked open and Maximillain stepped aside, allowing for the boy to enter. ”Welcome to my home. You can leave your shoes beside the door mat.” Waiting for Kohaku to enter, Maximillian went inside afterwards and closed the door behind him then turned on the lights. He knew that his home would be absolutely spotless just the way he liked it and therefore had no qualms with just allowing the boy inside. ”Give me your jacket and make yourself comfortable.”

OoC: Say how well exactly would Kohaku be doing in his math classes? I mean I know that it's not his best subject but would he also be close to failing? I can just make something up if you want me to, I just didn't want to do it without your permission~

[kohaku lebara]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #cad7df; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: center; color: #494949;]  IAMAQUESTIONTOTHEWORLD[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]not a answer to be heard[/style][/style][/style]

[style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]H[/style]e was startled when he heard the name. Staring at the teacher for a moment, Kohaku gave a slow nod of his head. Was he not the only fan? Well, of course he wasn't, but rather, was someone else he knew also a fan? That shocked the male - it wasn't often he knew other readers of the books he enjoyed. It was nice. He was not bothered by the touch, that small smile staying on his damp face. Tea was nice - no doubt the more fine option, but the boy found 'Hot chocolate sounds great!' escaping his lips. Oh my, what a childish response, but he really didn't care; it was warm and sweet, and that's all he wanted right now. Entering the house, he took off his shoes and carefully set them side - even going as far as to neatly roll up the hem of his wet jeans. He didn't want to drag a puddle! Quickly unzipping his jacket, the boy handed over the soaked cloth and exposed his under shirt - just a simple dark grey tee. It was damp from the soggy jacket, the fabric sticking to the boy's skin, exposing some of the shape and lines to his body. Carefully playing the book on his shoes, Kohaku was now by the man's side, looking at him curiously. He intended to follow the other, almost seeming shy about being in a strange home. "Thank you for bringing me in.. it is way more warm in here! Though, I do not think I should sit anywhere for quite a while..". There was a warm laughter from his lips, and a curious look on his face as his gaze scanned the house. It looked really nice here![/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]Maxi!![/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]whocares[/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]He totally has an F have fanservice for my late reply.[/style] [/style][/style]

[Maximillian Crawford]

This was almost too much. Not only had he during the walk had the pleasure of observing the boy’s delicate wet neck, now he was granted the sweet present of watching the boy take of his jacket and reveal how his wet t-shirt stuck to his bare skin, not leaving much to the imagination. Like how men used to fantasize about women in a wet t-shirt so did Maximillian enjoy seeing the boy in a similar attire, and his apparent shyness only added more plusses to his thrilling experience. This was turning out to be the best experience he had had in a very long time and boy was he going to savour it! He accepted Kohaku’s jacket and hang it on then took of his own coat and hang it beside it. He bend down, took of his shoes as well as his socks then placed his shoes beside the door mat and kept his wet socks in one hand. Finally he turned to invite the boy further inside.

”Don’t worry about that. I’ll try to find some dry clothes for you though they’ll probably be a little too big for you,” he said with an inviting smile on his face and once again put his hand on the boy’s back to lead him further inside. Almost able to feel the naked skin through his wet t-shirt, Maximillian’s fingers twitched, longing to curl up in the t-shirt and rip it off right then and there but once again he managed to restrain himself. If only he didn’t have to… yet there was nothing to be done about it unless he wanted to get arrested for sexual harassment. Though… if no one knew. He glanced down, his eyes once again falling on the boy’s neck. Sudden the urge to bend down and bite onto it swelled up in him, but instead of giving in to it he moved his hand from Kohaku’s back to his neck and brushed away a wet lock of hair.

”Wait here while I go find you some clothes,” he said, leaving Kohaku alone in the living room and going to enter his and his wife’s bedroom. For a moment he considered bringing out the spare school uniform that he saved for Rin in case the one he had should be damaged, but it happened to be a little too small to fit Kohaku. Besides he would have a bit of a problem explaining why he had the uniform in the first place. Instead he walked up to his closet and pulled out a shirt, a pair of boxers as well as some dress pants for the boy to wear, trying to find the smallest pair he had. He would have offered Kohaku something else, but unfortunately his closet consisted pretty much only of shirts, dress pants and matching jackets, nothing like what any normal high school student would wear.

Before leaving the bedroom he tossed his wet socks on the floor, then brought with him the change of clothes for Kohaku and handed them over to him upon entering his living room once again. ”This should be a bit more comfortable for you.” He had wanted to take Kohaku’s t-shirt off with his own hands, but he was aware that it would be crossing the line. The boy still didn’t seem to suspect anything and for now he could only be happy about that. Instead he turned around once again, left the living room and came back with a towel, intending to do it quickly enough to be able to watch the boy change without it seeming too obvious.


OoC: Ohhh Max loves fanservice! ;3 I'm going to bring in the grade thingy in my next post so it'd probably start rolling a bit more from then on~

[kohaku lebara]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #cad7df; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: center; color: #494949;]  IAMAQUESTIONTOTHEWORLD[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]not a answer to be heard[/style][/style][/style]

[style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]K[/style]ohaku found himself stayed at the man as some of the heavy hair was brushed. The amber gaze almost had trouble staring up at the man due to the wet, soggy bangs. Running his fingers through them, Kohaku had brushed them aside as the other left the room. In his absence, the boy didn't move, only tugged free his wet hair tie, letting it hang around one of his wrists. The silver locks were free now, spilling over his shoulders. A cut was needed sometime.. however the far younger male wasn't thinking of his hair, but instead of the kind man before him. With a soft thank you, he went right to stripping. Reaching down, he grabbed the hem of the skin hugging shirt and slowly peeled it off. He exposed his wet torso to the other, before tugging the shirt on. It was a tad long, but he hardly seemed to mind. Without much though to the other in the room, kohaku soon tossed the pants and garments, tugging on what was given to him. being of a smaller frame, the pants barely hung to his hips and the boy had to pull them up slightly, an awkward smile on his face. "I am sorry for making you do all this for me sir.. you really are sweet!". There was a light laughter on his words - Kohaku seemed ot have a childish, naive trust for this man. Trusting him enough to come into his home, to change before him and share a simple laugh. He seemed to feel so comfortable around the man. As he looked around now, admiring the living room, more soft words came from the male. "You have a beautiful house sensei.. I am really glad I have gotten the chance to see it.." With these words, he slightly bowed his head in thanks - as he assumed was proper for the culture, at least from what he had seen. The boy was happy - because he was no longer wet and cold, because a kind other was his company, and because for once there was no mark on his body in which to hide. He had been a good student lately - not a fight in a month or two and even his easily irritable step-father was putting up with his presence. Perhaps things were taking a good turn, at least for now. [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]Maxi!![/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]whocares[/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]He totally has an F have fanservice for my late reply.[/style] [/style][/style]

[Maximillian Crawford]

Maximillian arrived just in time to see the show get started. Kohaku’s shirt was already halfway pulled over his head, exposing the naked damp skin of his slim young body. Fair beautiful skin which would most likely be soft to the touch and once again Maximillian’s fingers were itching to reach out and have a touch of it. For a moment he considered it worthwhile to lose his job for, yet he remained ‘calm’ (as calm as he could possibly be in a situation like this) and merely watched Kohaku with hungry eyes as he changed. Seeing him wearing his shirt brought him some kind of strange satisfaction and a warm butterfly to flutter its wings in his stomach.

Then the pants were slipped off. For Maximillian it all played out in slow-motion as if time was standing still just for his sake in order to make the moment last longer. Slender thighs were revealed, killing Maximillian slowly and blissfully in the process. He loved this. The only way to make this better (without involving touching) would be if the damp on Kohaku’s thighs was replaced by sweat. Kohaku’s sweat… was sure that the scent of it would be wonderful, but unfortunately the rain would have washed away any such thing. He almost cursed it then remembered that it was only because of the rain that he had actually managed to bring Kohaku to his house in the first place. He actually had to be thankful didn’t he?

Seeing Kohaku finally fully dressed once again, Maximillian stepped closer and wrapped the towel around the boy’s head before starting to dry his hair. So he was sweet? Oh this boy was just so innocent! ”Don’t mention it. Actually, having a student visit my home is making the day a little less lonely without my wife. I’m happy to have someone to show it to.” Finishing drying his hair, Maximillian placed a finger under the boy’s chin and brought him to look at him in order to study his work. ”Nice and dry it seems,” he said with a smile on his lips, then let go of Kohaku’s chin in order to go to the kitchen instead. ”You said you wanted hot chocolate, right?” He knew there would have to be some there. After all his wife happened to like that chocolate substance so he should be able to find it somewhere.

He found the kettle, put in some water and pushed the button in order to have it start boiling. Then spending a couple of minutes going through the closets he finally found the cacao powder and placed it on the table. Afterwards he poured the hot water into a cup then was about to add the cacao when he suddenly paused. How much did he have to add exactly? ”How many spoons of cacao would you like in your cup?” he asked, figuring that it might just be easier to ask Kohaku. Following the request he finished the cup and went back into the living room once again.

He placed the cup on the coffee table then sat down in the couch to observe the boy’s actions. ”I hope that it is to your liking?” he asked, waiting for the boy’s reply before studying him for a moment. Actually… having the boy visit him again might not be all that impossible. Now that he thought about it, Kohaku wasn’t exactly doing well in his class apparently finding calculus to be a rather difficult subject for him to master.

Having a plan starting to unfold in his mind, Maximillian leaned closer to the boy in front of him, putting his elbows on his knees and folding his hands under his chin, his expression suddenly changing to one that was much more serious than before. ”Now that I have you here there is a matter of great concern to me that I wish to discuss with you. It is no secret to either of us that your skills in math are lacking and as the situation is right now, you will most likely receive F’s for the rest of the year. Have you given it any thought as to how to prevent that?”

[kohaku lebara]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #cad7df; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: center; color: #494949;]  IAMAQUESTIONTOTHEWORLD[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]not a answer to be heard[/style][/style][/style]

[style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]L[/style]etting the man dry his hair, Kohaku's eyes stayed closed, his head bowed forward slightly. He stayed like this until the man tilted up his chin. He could feel the gaze on him, so his eyes slowly opened to stare at the other's, a calm expression on his face. Sensei had gentle hands. Those hands were gone in moments though, making their drinks. Taking seat on the couch, he waited a moment for the other's return and gave him a smile. Accepting the cocoa, Kohaku took two scoops of sweetened substances and brought the warm cup close. Cupping it with his hands, the boy leaned forward to smell it. Breathing in slowly.. he sighed. He adored this smell, it was so nice. Sweet and warm. It certainly made him not feel so chilly - though the warm clothes helped with this as well! Being dry again felt wonderful. Sipping at the warm liquid, the boy nodded his head towards the man's question. He didn't think he could ever taste bad, the chocolate substance. AS the subject changed though, Kohkau's spirits dropped. Setting the drink down, the boy leaned back again the couch with a light front on his face. Of course he knew - his setp-father loved to remind him louder and louder every time they met. He was making sure was engraving the fact into the child that this was not allowed. A gentle sigh was heard. "..I am not sure what I am to do sensei. I tried tutoring, and it did not help. I just.. can never understand. My step-father has sent me to many different tutors for this issue, actually.." He paused for a moment, trying not to flinch. He really needed that A. He was honest as he spoke to the other. "I feel like I am growing despite. I need an A, or else.. my step-father is very strict. He will only accept the best, and nothing lower." Kohaku hated the other to think of him as slow, but he had A's in everything else! To the man, he even admitted that he, in his previous school, payed off his math teacher to up his grade, offering an awkward smile. Soon after he added he doesn't plan to try and pay off the man though - he just.. he needed that grade. That was the moment when he said the words, the words that could either be innocent, or very, very dark. "Is there anything I can do to earn that grade..?"[/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]Maxi!![/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]whocares[/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]Tad sloppy.. but! He said the magical words![/style] [/style][/style]

[Maximillian Crawford]

It was obvious that he had chosen a subject that caused Kohaku quite some distress. It was as expected. Like the good teacher he was he patiently listened as Kohaku shared his worries with him. Apparently he had already tried a lot in order to better his abilities but in the end none of it had worked out to his advantage. He still scored badly in his math courses. This was almost as perfect as it could be. That being said, Maximillian did find it a bit insulting that the boy’s grades in his math courses weren’t greater than that. Math was simply, beautiful and logical. Anyone would be able to learn it if they just spend the proper amount of time on it.

At the mention of payment, Maximillian’s eyebrow suddenly arched as the boy had managed to spark his interest. So he had actually paid his previous math teacher in order to get a higher grade? Now that was interesting. Looking at the boy with newfound interest, Maximillian stroked his jaw as if he was deep in thought for a moment and weighing his options. Actually this seemed to go according to plan. The boy sounded desperate and if he played his cards right then he might have him dancing to his tune before the day was over. His eyes fell on Kohaku’s body once again, studying it, following the curves and lingering at the places that his skin was showing. Beautiful. Splendid!

This was an opportunity that he had been waiting for for years and he wasn’t about to let it slip away easily. He leaned closer to Kohaku, keeping the serious look on his face as he spoke once again. ”I understand that the expectations that parents put on their children can feel suffocating. I wouldn’t want for your father to punish you. Actually, I might be able to offer you my help. It will look suspicious if you suddenly jump from F to a straight A. If we take it in steps of F to C to A, then it will seem more plausible. Now I can only promise you an A in calculus since that is the subject that I’m teaching, but I will help you in algebra and trigonometry as well. With my tutoring and help you are sure to reach your goal and in the meantime you won’t have to worry about your grade in calculus. That will already have been decided. I will guarantee you that by the end of the year you will have straight A’s in all of your math courses.”

”Whether or not you will receive my help depends entirely on you.” A smirk spread across Maximillian’s lips as he like earlier brought his hand closer to Kohaku and stroked the boy’s hair. ”How far are you willing to go to reach your goal, Kohaku?” he asked, intentionally using the boy’s first name instead of his family name. He traced his fingertips sensually over Kohaku’s cheek, lips, jaw and down to his neck then curled his fingers around it. ”Do you understand what I’m asking of you?”

[kohaku lebara]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #cad7df; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: center; color: #494949;]  IAMAQUESTIONTOTHEWORLD[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]not a answer to be heard[/style][/style][/style]

[style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]N[/style]ow, Kohaku never felt himself to be stupid, but many times he had been called naive. Had it pointed out to himself that he missed very obvious things - usually towards himself. When it came to others, the boy could pick up the smallest detail and read them like an open book - yet himself, he seemed to know nothing. This mostly came about when people made passes at him - the most obvious flirty remark would go right over his pretty little head. That little head in which was currently being pet by his teacher. Staring at the man, he was a bit startled. Ko had not expected him to accept the offer - nor to seem so gleeful about it. Upon hearing his name, a strange feeling came over him - almost a nervousness. It felt weird, to hear his name coming from the other's lips. Yet without hesitation, a fat 'anything!' came out. Because he would do anything. Though he was sure the teacher assumed by his words he was avoiding a scolding, it was far more then that. He did get yelled at for poor grades, but it went beyond that. He would do whatever it took to keep that hard hand of his step-father's lowered. As the other continued to talk though, the boy's gaze never left him.. even as he felt fingers trailing down his skin. As always, the boy's naive nature showed. There was a confusion, such a innocence in his gaze until he heard the tone the man used, he felt the fingers curl against his neck. Now was when the boy took a sharp breath and his eyes widened slightly. He didn't say it though. Instead he just looked down - shyly - and bit his lip in thought. Cautiously he replied, almost scared he might anger the man if he had assumed wrong. " ..trade..myself for my goal..". It was a weak mumble, but he soon was looking up at the other again, awaiting his answer anxiously. [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]Maxi!![/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]whocares[/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]mhhh =w= shy koko[/style] [/style][/style]

[Maximillian Crawford]

Who would have thought that an encounter with one of his students on a rainy day would turn out like this? If Maximillian had known then he would have made sure to go on more walks in the rain and maybe even have strayed closer to the academy in the hopes of finding prey there. That was what Kohaku was becoming. Prey. For the first time ever Maximillian almost felt a need to thank his wife. Had she been home then he would not have had the chance to make things go in this direction. If he had wanted to it would have taken a longer time, though he still would not have brought Kohaku with him home. Instead he would have had to spend more time on getting the student to feel closer than him, then slowly start to wriggle his way into his heart until there was no way that he would ever even wish to refuse him.

The fact that Kohaku offered himself up like this made it even easier. Almost too easy when Maximillian thought about it. For seven years he had never even come close to receiving an offer like this then suddenly today it had presented itself to him out of nowhere as if God was awarding him for not touching any of the students during these seven years. This was a sin and how sweet it would feel to have this boy – this young beautiful man – in his arms. It was inevitable. As soon as Kohaku had mumbled those innocent yet very naughty words, Maximillian had won. This was turning into a business deal that he had initiated and he had no hesitations whatsoever with sealing the deal. Whether or not Kohaku was truly prepared for this only time would tell, but if he made any attempts to back out of the deal then Maximillian could always blackmail him into continuing it. It certainly would not be below his pride to do so. At the very least he was desperate enough to try.

As his lips curled up in a satisfied smile, Maximillian moved both of his hands up to cup his student’s cheeks and brought his face closer to his own as if he was about to kiss him. Before doing so, however, he stopped as their noses almost touched and looked at the boy with eyes that burned of desire. He had no reason to hide it, not now that the boy had already given in to him.

”My beautiful Kohaku. I accept your offer of payment. From now on you will be my pet and do everything that I tell you to, understand?” he asked softly, caressing the boy’s cheeks with his thumbs. ”You’re first task will be to try to seduce me. Do you think you can do that, Kohaku?”

[kohaku lebara]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #cad7df; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: center; color: #494949;]  IAMAQUESTIONTOTHEWORLD[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]not a answer to be heard[/style][/style][/style]

[style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]H[/style]is heart was like a steady drum in his ears. Everything was happening so fast and the youth barely understood what was happening - all he really knew was that his teacher was leaning in terribly close, and he now understood that strange look he always saw in his eyes - hunger. Staying still, almost frozen, the boy's face became stained with a deep red that seemed to reach even up to his ears. Nervously, a slow and single nod was the only movement the child gave. a faint ' yes ' was whispered at the man's new title for the child. Being a pet. Normally Kohaku hated to be owned - to be tied down. However this was for his own gain right? If he played his cards right, soon his grades would rise and then everything would get better.. At his first task though, the amber eyes were once more focused on the elder male's gaze. Seduce him? The boy honestly could say he knew how. Seduction wasn't something he often did - sure, he sometimes back home had a few flirst with other students and more, but he never seduced people. Usually he was the one being touched upon and just let it happen. He took control near the end before things got too hot and heavy. This, however, was completely different. Still, being truthful was the best. "I do not know how to..'seduce' sensei..". his voice dropped slightly, nervously. He did not want to upset this man, however he hoped the teacher understood the boy's confusion. Yet, still, he did try to put his 'best foot forward'. Swallowing his nerves, his current fears, he softly asked the man "Teach me?". [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]Maxi!![/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]whocares[/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]OTL I hope that was okay[/style] [/style][/style]