Chapitre 10: Art Academy pt 2
Dammit!! 2025 came faster than I thought;
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Yami had a hard time sleeping after the effortless meal; his brain kept reminding him of the stupid things he said earlier, gradually tormenting him throughout the night.
'Shit! I have no business what's so ever in that art school! This damned big mouth of mine screwed me yet again.'
Although he was confident of his new looks and muscular build, and to be frank, he might be even more athletic than most average people; however, Yami lagged mostly in all other assets, like wealth, a family background, educational level...
'Hopefully, nothing goes South!'
As he wakes up from his comfortable slumber, he did his regular chores, and shortly after, completed his froggy famous "10 kms run through the park, which seemed to be getting easier to finish with time passing;
At the moment, the noise and sarcastic cheers around him gradually calmed down, to the point of no kid or regular at the park will link him with the crazy fat kid, running and jumping like a frog.
(A/N: 1 km is about 0,6 mile)
In a spit of time, he finished doing his squats and set-ups, as his routine is already known, getting back to the house to take a cold shower and have his protein-rich breakfast—
Today, however, he decided to trim his hair and wear his best set of clothes, to look a little bit more representable.
In about half an hour, he finished all his preparation, waiting for Miku to come pick him up. It was Saturday; he had two more days before his school life began. 'Eh! I never thought that I will ever attend such a thing; Oye Narcos, do you think I should start a drug business inside the school? With my skills as the best dealer in town, it's going to be easy to scam such spoiled brats; we can make bank!'
<Absolutly Not, you should never even think about coming back to that life>
—
I laughed after hearing narcos panicked words and assured, "I'm joking,"
I approximately waited twenty minutes before a faint knock resounded at my door; I already knew who it was, as I said, "Enter,"
The aggressive girl entered the room.
Seizing a peek at her; she was wearing kind of extra today, her white dress with royal blue blossoms unprinted on it rounded out her transcendent beauty, and if you looked closer, a really faint trace of makeup could be seen on her polished Scripture like face.
I frowned upon seeing the new look, 'Why does she look like she's going on a date but at the same time to a business meeting?'
However, the dress was quite showy, at least for this season; it wasn't freezing yet, but the weather was definitely wintry. And as a gentleman, I can't let her suffer from something which isn't coming from my own hands.
—
He put a hand on his chin, advising, "Make sure to take a jacket," before averting his gaze, acting nonchalantly uninterested.
She took an in-depth look at her dress, feeling at a loss about the boy's reaction; after all, 'Any human being will drop his jaws after staring at me, let alone after I put a little effort into how I looked today, but this guy didn't even flench? Does he really like me? Or it might be that he's acting skill reached a tremendous level?'
We went outside; Miku told me that she usually waits for the driver to come to pick her up; as we stayed on the garden bench, looking around, I found an old bicycle parked beside a tree.
A sudden idea struck my mind, 'What if I used the bike? It's way faster than a car anyway at least inside of the city,'
I glanced back at the girl and said, "Do you know the route to your Academy?"
She curved her brow in confusion and replied, "Y-yes,"
"Good," as I said that, I grabbed her hand and sprinted toward the bike. "Ever tried a bicycle before?"
"Huh?"
I giggled, feeling excited, "Hehe! You are going to try it today."
I got up, riding the bike, reaching my hand to Miku, "Here here, my maid, let's go, shall we?"
The face she currently making almost made me burst into tears from laughter; her face was aghast, with widened iris and a feeble voice, "W-why would you want to ride a bike? Let's just wait for the car,"
"Eh! You are missing on a lot of fun, but you also don't have a choice anyway; I said get up. That's mean GET UP," his eyes stared straight at her pupil.
"Y-yes," in shaky legs, she moved closer, but as she looks at the backseat, there wasn't any place to sit, "Where I'm supposed to be sitting?"
Yami was a poor country bumpkin; it's very customary for him to ride a bike with several people on it, one in the saddle, one at the back, another sitting in the iron tube. So he found no problem with the bike not having a backseat.
Thus, he said, "Are you dumb? Come sit on the top tube," he pointed to where she would sit with his finger.
After following the lane of his finger, she saw the long cold bar, connected between his seat and the handlebar, hence, feeling several emotions at the same time, "What the hell! You want me to sit there? Are you mad?" she shouted.
He didn't pay her panicked state any heed, with cold imposing eyes, leisurely pointing his finger at the spot.
Jolted by his reaction, she clenched her jaws in suppressed anguish; as she sat down at the bar, grabbing the boy's shirt.
"Grab tightly, and don't forget to guide me,"
The wind blew onto their figure as her purple Jasmine hair scattered on his face, making the view of the city livelier, peddling as fast as he could, to scare her even more.
"S-slow down; I'm going to fall!!!"
"Hehehe! Not happening!"
After an hour-long ride, they finally reached the classical art school building; Miku felt dizzy from the wild ride.
Instantly, Yami felt the medieval-age European feel coming from the ancient walls; after getting mesmerized by the building's artistic details, he proceeded to park the bicycle at the Academy parking lot as Miku guided him to the door.
On the way inside, he heard two people talk, "Did you watch Mister K's version of Beethoven's "Moonlight" sonata?"
His friend replied, "Of course! I couldn't sleep at night experiencing such a passionate eruption of feelings empowering my fiery will; as his slender fingers skillfully danced, tingling the piano soul, it was indeed a well-made melody."
Giggling with each other, they went outside, leaving Yami's ugly face behind, "Ugh! Narcos, did you hear that shit? "tingling the piano"? What are these people on? Can't kids here talk like real human beings," he was utterly cringing at the way these rich kids speak.
But a voice brought him back from his thoughts, "My class is in the fourth stage, come let's go to the elevator,"
"Ok," he replied.
Reaching the fourth stage, they met with the receptionist warm greeting, "Hello our beautiful Miku, you here to work on your new song?"
It's safe to say that Miku was so talented that she started composing songs at a very young age, paired with her high violin skills, made her extremely popular in the national circle.
"Y-yes," she answered back; however, the middle-aged women glanced at the handsome lad behind her, 'that boy is entirely build! Is he an athlete?'
Her wonder took the best of her, and she inquired, "I never saw that boy before. Perhaps a relative?"
Before she can reply, the boy said in a clear voice putting his pinky finger in his ear, "A boyfriend actually,"
Miku horrifiedly turned her head around, heart beating like an earthquake; she yelled, "What?"
He laughed and ignored her talking straight to the women standing at the small office, "Hello young lady, I'm just living with them for now. Because of some family circumstances, may I have your approval to enter the music department?"
<Lady? This woman is at least thirty-nine; what the hell are you talking about?>
"Shut up! Don't you know that calling an older woman, "young" makes her day better?"
<Hmph! Narcos only programmed to acknowledge the best of the best; we don't have time to waste in here>
'Ok, ok, relax!'
The women seemed pleased, signaling that we can proceed to enter.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone