|Rating My Professor
Author: serpentilewitch PM
Erutis is going to college! It should be great, right? Well, it would be, if it weren't for a certain curly-haired professor. -Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - Erutis & Krayon - Chapters: 4 - Words: 5,860 - Reviews: 46 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 04-27-07 - Published: 11-28-04 - id: 2149134
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Goodness gracious, is this an...update?!!
Erutis blinked, feeling extremely horrible immediately. It wasn't the Serial Killer, afterall. It was an extremely effeminate, but equally adorable boy that looked about her age. He had a bouquet of daisies in his hand and even they seemed to be wilting from the hurt their holder was feeling. "Oh my God- I'm so sorry!" Erutis exclaimed, not sure what to do.
"Really?!" the boy wanted to know, hope filling his voice.
"Yea, of course, I mean-"
"Yay!" He seemed ecstatic at the fact that she didn't mean to be mean to him. It was slightly...off- but he was so adorable, all she wanted to do was glomp him soundly. Of course, that would not be proper, seeing as how she had no clue who he was, so she held her urges in.
"Umm, you are?"
"My name's Raenef! I live down the hall from you!" He was so perky, it almost hurt- especially since the weather was such a downer. How did he do it? He stuck his fist out at her, the one that was holding the daisies. "For you!" he supplied. Erutis blinked. She'd surmised as much, of course, but still, she'd never been given flowers before.
Taking them, she muttered an awkward, "Thanks," and finally stepped away from the door to let Raenef come through. The boy's eyes took in everything at once and seemed to bounce from one corner of the room to another.
"Wow, you don't have a lot of stuff," he noted tactlessly.
"Uh, yea, I know, I...don't need much."
"And lookit this wall!" he exclaimed, continuing as though he hadn't heard her, which, in all honesty, he probably hadn't. "It's so...blank!" It indeed, was a pretty naked wall, but one is not normally accustomed to having such decorating errors pointed out so blatantly. So it wasn't so surprising that Erutis returned with yet another blank look.
'Is this how things are in the real world?' she wondered. 'Everyone just says everything to your face?' Clearing her throat, Erutis opted for a polite lie. "Yea, I was going to go out and buy a poster or something for that wall, maybe..."
"Heh, really?! Can I come with you?!" He sounded so excited, Erutis could practically see the exclamation marks at the end of all his sentences.
"Uh, sure, no problem-" Things were happening very fast. Did she just agree to go out with someone who'd just met her? Was her social agenda always going to be so...impromptu? All the excitement and trials of the day were starting to take their toll on her and Erutis felt a headache coming on. She closed her eyes and tried to discreetly rub her temple.
"Hey, are you okay?" Raenef demanded, large eyes full to brimming with barely restrained sorrow on her behalf. Geez, this guy was on the extreme end of any emotion, it seemed! But he looked so pitiful for her that she couldn't let him cry, which he looked like he was getting ready to do.
"Nono, I'm fine, really!" Erutis let herself smile a huge smile, and nodded her head emphatically.
"Are you sure?" he questioned, peering into her eyes as though to find the truth of the matter in their depths. "Want me to get you something to eat?"
"I just ate, actually," she answered, pointing to the styrofoam box of rice the Pencil Color had dropped by earlier, it's last bite of rice all but forgotten. Erutis mentally laughed at her own joke and turned to ask Raenef something but he beat her to it.
"Y'know, you look kinda tired. Maybe you should rest, you just came here, afterall. We can go shopping tomorrow, instead!" He grinned at her and she felt she'd been passively bullied into going to bed. Somewhere in her mind, she felt like resisting, that it wasn't her bedtime yet, but she'd no sooner closed the door on Raenef and walked to her bed before she fell face-first into it, deeply asleep.
The rather heavyset man came puffing up the golden haired pretty boy, holding out what looked like a student ID card. "Sir, a taxi driver just came by and dropped this off. I think it belongs to that girl that was with you earlier. He says it was left in his car."
Krayon took the ID. Indeed, a stiff and somewhat awkwardly smiling red-haired, green eyed maiden stared back at him from the little picture in the upper left corner of the card. Glancing quickly at the right side, he saw that she was an "Erutis Toushishou" (A/N: Using freedict dot com, Tou means sword? Anyhow, that's the word I'm using for this name, and shishou, of course, means master). He nodded once to the guard, and said simply, "I will see that it is returned to her."
It seemed he had one last errand to run before he could turn in for the night. Sweeping back up to the elevator, he got in the first available one and pressed the "Seven" button, then waited patiently for it to ping to the proper floor. Standing outside room 713A, he listened carefully at the door, wondering if he'd be interrupting any "Just-Got-To-College" party, but his ears were met with nothing but silence. He knocked once, softly. No answer. He tried again, harder. Nothing. When he had pounded on the door with a considerable portion of his considerable strength, he decided to open the door and come in anyway. It wasn't like he was some sort of serial killer or anything, so it didn't matter, he reasoned.
The lights were still on, which was a surprise, as Erutis herself was passed out, knees on the floor and the rest of her body tossed across the bed. It looked very uncomfortable and cold. Krayon took about two seconds to assess the situation. Hoisting her body easily in his arms he adjusted her so that she was sleeping properly, and also tucked the sheets around her, for warmth. She mumbled incoherent halfwords, but clearly wasn't about to wake up any time soon.
Eyeing the virtually empty styrofoam container, Krayon narrowed his eyes. One thing he would not tolerate in his building were cockroaches, and if people left food out for extended periods of time, they'd be sure to develop. Those little bastards always found a way. He tossed the container in the trash and then placed the ID on Erutis's bedside table. Searching the pockets of his fuzzy gray pajama bottoms, he fished out a piece of scrap paper, and scrawled out a quick note in elegant, yet sketchy script:
"Dear Sleeping Beauty,
You left this in the taxi- it wasn't in your suitcases, afterall. Aren't you glad I was there to let you into your room? I look forward to seeing you in classes in a few days.
Unclicking his pen and turning to leave, he paused as he heard shuffling about on the bed. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that Erutis had in fact, awoken and was sitting up slightly, rubbing one eye, still sleepy. "Hey, wait, who are you?" she mumbled groggily, clearly not awake yet.
"Shh, go to sleep," Krayon instructed her, pushing her gently back onto the mattress. She yawned and obliged, eyes already closed again, face turned away, towards the window.
"You're the serial killer again, aren't you?" she asked, halfway to the Dreamplanes.
He chuckled. "Is that what you think of me?" She nodded, smiling, answering in her sleep. "But I've been nothing but nice to you!" he objected in a soft, indignant whisper. She nodded and smiled again. He couldn't help it, there was a certain affection that was growing for her- she was simply too cute! Remembering how she'd raged in the rain at her retreating aunt, however, he thought it best she not remember this in the morning, though. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "You're just dreaming, okay?"
In answer, she turned her face away from the window and slept on.
Krayon shut off the lights and closed the door firmly behind him. She'd probably had a long day.