//kill me shining... (Creative Writing)

[L.ithium]

Professor Tain Miyaki

Creative Writing. His last class of the day, and it seems most of the enrolled students had avoided it as usual. His roster showed 24 students, but 24 never showed up. It was more like five. The do-gooders that never missed a class. Shame for them, because Tain didn't exactly care if they were present or not. Attendance didn't help their grades, and it just meant he had to figure out something to teach. He didn't know their names. Or rather, he did not know them in conjunction with their faces. If you showed him a paper, however, Miyaki could tell you exactly which student wrote that particular piece of crap.

Two more minutes until the class started. Miyaki was seated behind the desk at the front of the room, smoking listlessly, not even trying to hide the face that he was bored out of his mind. Behind him on the wall, there hung one of those signs with a big red circle and cross over a picture of a cigarette. One more minute. And then 50 more minutes until he could escape to his office hours. Students didn't typically bother him at his office hours, either. And if they did, it was to argue with him about his blunt criticism of their assignments.

Thirty seconds. Golden eyes glance from his watch to the small number of students assembled in front of him. He wonders how many were here because they thought it would help their grade, how many were here to suck up, how many were ravenous fans of his romance novels, and how many actually wanted to learn to be writers. He had a feeling that the number in the last category was zero.

Time. Miyaki pushes himself up from the desk, to his feet slowly. The wine-red shirt he wore was unbuttoned perhaps a bit too far to be professional, exposing his tanned chest. Tain still hadn't put out the cigarette, and it stayed gripped in the corner of his mouth as he addressed his students, "Alright... class..." his speech wasn't hesitant, just slow, deliberate. There was no trace of a foreign accent despite his Japanese origin. "Who has questions? Or something they would like to learn today."[/font][/color]

[-> emily]

emily shelton

[/font]
a dream isn't a dream
if there isn't a chance
of it not happening.[/right]

Glancing at her watch, she sighed. She was five minutes late. A great way to start the first time she was to come to this class. Making sure her phone was on viberat, she glanced at the paper again, which told her all her class's and where they where. She was now 6 minutes late, Hosting her books from one arm to another she opened the door, a blush kreep to her tan face, as she gave a quick smile to the professer as she moved between seats to a empty one.

Man, there was barley anyone here. Shaking her head, she sighed as she listened to the professor. It hadn't said is name, did that mean he wasn't the "main" professor for this course? Of course Emily hadn't chosen Writing as her Major but as her elective mostly because she enjoyed to learn more about writing, plus she had the money to chose a extra elective and she had chosen Writing since that is what her parents had wanted.

Closing her eyes she sighed, it had been a long day, rushing from class to class. Barley having time to eat lunch, she hadn't had time to eat breakfast, and she hadn't planned to miss lunch. Opening one of her note books and set down her pencil and waited for the professor to continue.

[L.ithium]

Professor Tain Miyaki

Professor Miyaki turns from the staring match with his apparently mute group of students when the doornob turns, and another young girl enters. Hmm. Late. He didn't know whether to be angry or amused. She'd almost missed class; he'd been considering simply cancelling since six minutes watching his few students stare blankly at him had ceased to be amusing. And he only had to be present for ten minutes for it to qualify as his having taught a class.

But here she was, blushing, smiling at him as she entered. It instantly made him scowl back. Miyaki had a tendency to assume that anyone smiling and blushing at him was one of the fangirls. He ground out his smoke against the desk, and turned around to the chalkboard. Surprising an institution like this still had chalkboards, but Tain supposed they were trying to keep an authentic feel in the nearly-ancient Strong Hall. Selecting a piece of chalk, he scrawls a word across the board, speaking with his back to the class, "Well. I will assume since none of you can suggest an appropriate topic of conversation for today, that we need to review what was learned in English 101." His voice had a near-monotone lowness that hinted at both arrogance and boredom without being in itself a bore.

Turning back around, the board behind him read "litotes." The effect of his glare seemed to be intensified by the fact that his irises were nearly the same shade of gold as his hair. Still, one had to admit the look suited him entirely. The professor looked cool when he was annoyed, in his just-rolled-out-of bed shirt and hair.

He indicates the girl who'd just walked in. "Now. Surely you can tell us, as this class clearly ranks high on your list of priorities, what a litote is and its purpose in the English language." He paused. "And then you may see me after class."

Ah. And now he'd just condemned himself to actual work during his office hours. Although honestly, if she didn't show up, then he couldn't fault her for it. He didn't how her name after all. Really he'd only said it because it was something to say. Another extra 5 seconds gone from the class period.[/font][/color]

[-> emily]

emily shelton

[/font]
a dream isn't a dream
if there isn't a chance
of it not happening.[/right]

Listening carefully to the question she thought it over but when she saw his gaze fall on her, she raised her brows in question, oh so he was going to pick on her cause she came in late. He looked like he was about ready to fall asleep of boredom in his steps, and yet he wanted to see her after class. Sighing she shock her head, strands of her copper hair falling from her low pony tail, giving a soft cough she answered the first question asked; Litotes is a figure of speech in which, rather than making a certain statement directly, a speaker expresses it even more effectively, or achieves emphasis, by denying its opposite. For example, rather than merely saying that a person is rather attractive, one might say that he is "not unattractive."

Her eyes narrowed as she studied him, he had golden hair which matched his eyes, impressive. She couldn't help be feel almost evnious, stupid she new, everyone wanted blue eyes, but it just proves that when you have soemthing you seem to want something else. She was told so many times how pretty her eyes where and if she would just where eye liner her eyes would be so bright; but she hadn't and still didn't wear eye liner. To Emily the smile is what counted, it wasn't the form or shape of his body or the eyes. It was the hair and smile. Shaking such thoughts out of her heard she answered the second question asked.

And for the second question I would say the word is in the english vocabulary so we won't have to say things directly, we can say things non-directly she said, such a lame answer but she didn't know what else to say, she had never been good with the out-loud questions, she liked the ones when you wrote it down on paper, they never sounded so stupid then. Sighing, she shouldn't care if she failed this class, but she did care, she could fail the class her father had couraged her to take, one of the few times he actully talked and spent time with her. Shaking her head again she waited, her blue eyes falling on the golden ones and waited for his response.

[L.ithium]

Tain pauses a moment, the chalk poised in his long fingers so typically ascribed to writers. Considering her answer almost suspensefully (because frankly he'd expected something completely off-target), he finally admits, "Correct," and turns back to the board to begin lecturing on the litote, then moving on to other rhetorical devices.

It was clear from the lecture, and more specifically from the extensive and varied examples he gave, Professor Miyaki was more than qualified to explain the subject. However, it was equally obvious through his tone and careless gestures that his heart was not in teaching. Really, his stark criticism of his own novels, wildly popular as they were, that leaked into the lecture at a few points made one wonder if his heart was really in anything.

Thirty-five minutes into the class, he seems to give up, pausing in the middle of writing 'anaphora' with the chalk to the board. "Alright, that's enough. This is all information you can find in your textbooks anyway." He needed a smoke, and an aspirin or five. Not waiting for the end of class to gather up his belongings, Tain continues speaking as he slips notes inside a messenger style bag. "Don't forget you have a writing due Thursday. The guidelines are on the syllabus. Since we have just gone over rhetorical devices, I expect to see them used properly in your papers." Slinging the bag over his shoulder, the blonde professor adds an impatient, "Any questions?" Hearing no immediate response, he excuses himself until Thursday's class. It was not clear whether or not he remembered the meeting he requested at the beginning of the class period.

Two girls up at the front of the room that had been swooning all hour broke out with a round of enthralled sighing as soon as he was out of earshot.
"Ohhh he's so cool! I still can't believe the real Tain Miyaki is our professor!"
"I know! It's like I've died and gone to a heaven of hot professors... But why does his class got to be so hard?? I've gotten like, all D's and F's on these papers...!"

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Outside, Miyaki had barely escaped the building before caving to his desire for nicotine. With the weather taken another cold turn, he is slouched in the doorway in his leather jacket, shielding the flame as the wind whips his hair...[/color]

[-> emily]

Listening it seemed like he was just talking to get the class over with, raising her eye brows she chuckled and shook her head. Some people just didn't get it, and when she looked around at the girls in the class room she wanted to burst into laughter. They where just about drowling over him, sure he was cute but he was the professor, someone you shouldn't mess with. Shaking her head she watched silently answering no more questions that never where asked, she could have thought about dozen he could have asked one of the other students but hey she wasn't the professor here, she had to admit everyone had there differant wanys at teaching. Shakking her head she continued to listen.

Watching as he turned to the class and quickly asking "Any Questions?" then not 2 minutes later he was gone. Smiling she new he had forgotten about there 'meeting" he had made after class, and she was tempted not to go find him, he would say "You need to be on time next time" and some blah blah stuff in between. But she new she should go find him, even if he told her to go away. Picking up her pencil and notebook she glanced down, she hadn't even captured a half of a page of what he was talking about, she just figured it would lead her to more studying tonight.

After collecting everything on her desk and placing them in there correct places in her bag, she left the desk and walk by a group of girls, and of course they where gushing over the hot professor and all this stuff. Shaking her head in disgust, she looked for the door to go outside, after putting on her jacket she pushed the door open. A cold breeze of air went up her spine, soon after she glanced around and found him, standing near the back of the building. Smooking.

Thsoe are going to kill you someday she said as she came into hearing shot, forcing a smile across her features, she finished the last few steps before she stopped infront of him. You wanted to see me after class, remember? she said it almost sounded like a smirk, but if you didn't know Emily you would have guessed for sure she was making fun of you and not just implying what she new was true.

[L.ithium]

Tain sighs to himself, taking in a drag of the acrid smoke, so soothing, if only temporarily. The monotony of this college scheduling was getting under his skin. Being forced to be around the same people at the same times and for the same reasons every day was not at all enjoyable. Tain would much rather be around nobody, wake up and do what he liked for whatever reason he liked (or for no reason at all).

In particular his schoolgirl fans were getting obnoxious. Previously he tolerated his fans and perhaps even signed autographs or chatted briefly, now every swooning girl with a collection of his books made him want to tear his hair out. It was frankly exhausting holding back his temper all day long. And Miyaki had a terrible temper. It was surprising he'd been able to keep that a secret from the school board for this long.

Now besides just bored, Tain's face had slipped into looking irritated as he stared into the steel-gray sky. But a voice snaps him out of his sulking.

"If I told you I have a bleeding ulcer from these things and I'm still smoking them, will you be convinced that I simply don't care?" And it was the truth, for the most part. Although the cigarettes weren't exactly the primary cause for his ulcers, but he kept the rest of the matter to himself. This girl didn't need to know about the stress, the past, the sleeping pills, the therapy. That could be his little secret. The world thought he was just the sexy author, but Tain was adept at hiding baggage.

The professor finally turns his head to look at her. "Why did you bother to show up? You could have blown it off like the other 18 students in the course." He looks her up and down and realises that he hadn't seen her before, even on the first day of class. There had been 24 students on that day and they had since disappeared. "You must be new. Come to my office, you're going to need a syllabus. Particuarly if you decide you 'can't make it' to the rest of the lectures..." It was hard to tell if he was being bitter toward her, or merely toward life. At any rate, he sets off walking...

[-> emily]

Rolling her eyes she watched him as he turned to her. Her jaw was set hard, her cheeks where pink from the cold breeze. Raising one of her eyebrows, she chuckled and the easily answered question. It was simply, she wasn't a quiter and when she said she was going to do soemthing, she did it without hesitation. Watching as his gaze traveled up and down her, she almost smiled. Simply because he new he had never meet her before cause if he had, he would soon relize how dumb the question was to ask her. She wouldn't have skipped that class or any other for that matter and she would be able to make it to the next lectures because it was what she did. Shaking her copper hair she picked uo her pace and went after him. Once she was beside him she looked sideways then to the front of them.

Well, for the first question. Im not one to "blow" something off. If I say Im going to go to the class, I am. And I plan to go to the rest of the lectures also, even if I am the only one she said, her voice tight, and her eyes narrowed. As they made there way towards the doors, she sighed. Shakking her her head, she now relized the only reason she was going to the stupid class. Her father had wanted her to be a reporter or writer but she hadn't the talent, she loved animals but was never allowed with them, shaking her head again she looked to the professor, relizing she didn't know his name. Not that she needed to but it would be better then calling him "Professor" Shrugging she followed.

[L.ithium]

Professor Tain Miyaki

"Oh, you won't be the only one," Tain grumbles, and it was very clear he meant the two giggling idiots in the front row. Once of which he was not entirely certain was even enrolled in the course. He wouldn't put it beyond that particular brand of fan to sneak into his class and turn things in (creating more work for him, he was sure that didn't occur to her) just go get a bit of his handwriting on a paper. He also doubted she would want to show off these little 'treasures' she was getting returned to her, since they were in the form of unrestrained harsh criticsm. 'Don't give up your day job,' he vaguely recalled scrawling on a student's paper in red ink at one point.

The trek across campus wasn't long, but he keeps up the conversation on the way. He didn't give his name only because he was used to not doing so. Generally people either recognized his face or someone else introduced him instead. His attiude made one wonder if it was even a good thing that he bothered to break the silence. "If you plan on showing up, then I'd consider dreaming up some topics that are actually worth my breath teaching. You ought to be aware of how little breath I have to spare since you have reminded me how terrible cigarettes are. You'd think you were a med student..."

He didn't realize he was accurate and didn't particuarly care. If she actually wrote something, or perhaps even came up with a lecture topic he didn't feel the desire to slit his throat out of boredom while teaching, then Tain might actually show some interest in her...[/font][/color]

[-> emily]

She new from the strat that he was talking about the girls from the class room. Wanting to laugh, she had found him as someone who would love to lead girls on then drop them. Shakking her head she smiled. What, you don't like girls gushing over you? she asked, her tone innicent. She smiled, as she tried not to laugh. She had thought every jerk of a guy did, everyone she new had. One reason she had never found the "right" guy, she needed a guy who was cocky and didn't think he was better then the world.

Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she sighed. Just teach on your interests, what you think would be interesting for us to learn; Not something that will put us or you asleep she said loudly and clearly. She wasn't going to do his job but if it she had to do that to get her grade good she would, she wouldn't mess this chance up, it could be her only one. Almost, Im am majoring in Medicine just Animal Medicine. But most of everyone knows smooking kills your lungs she said softly as they continued on to his office.

Shifting her black bag (which held her books, keys, and other stuff) from her left shoulder to her right. Wearing a white bottom up blouse and black jeans, and her copper hair in a low pony tail. Her fingers iching to rub her eyes, she had been here for far to long. She needed a long bath and to watch a old movie. Nothing more or less would be good for her.

[L.ithium]

Professor Tain Miyaki

"Not my type," the professor answered shortly. Not his age, either, though Miyaki didn't generally have an aversion to younger girls. Eight or nine years younger though might be pushing it. Nor were those two the type that was worth risking his job over. They were attractive young girls, yes, but not supermodel material, and there was not a brain in their heads or much personality to speak of. Perhaps if they possessed one of these qualities (and almost certainly if they possessed two) he might have entertained the idea of relations with his students. He might have- as Emily put it- led them on and then dropped them. He was a man, after all, and a classic example of a jerk.

They reached the building where his office was housed, and Tain paused at the door, considering her answer. As he moves inside, into the warmth, the professor replies, "I cannot, contrary to the university's beliefs, teach students with no innate talent to become the next hit novelists, although that would be truly interesting. I can only hope to show them how to not pass utter shit across my desk for the entire semester." And with this dryly spoken pessimism, he unlocks the office door. There was no question about it; this class was going to be a struggle. Miyaki obviously had no faith in his students and it totally removed his desire to instruct them.

The office was typical: bookshelves along the walls, a bit of mess around the laptop sitting on the desk. A plaquard on the desk read "Prof. Tain Miyaki." There were other clues as to his identity and personality as well: an ashtray at one corner of the desk; a Japanese screen in front of the window in place of curtains; a collection of books of identical size and color, all bearing the name "Miyaki" but with different titles; a photo of the professor (scowling, of course) in a tux, holding some type of award next to a similarly dressed asian man who was absolutely beaming; a bottle of vodka and shotglasses; a small Bonsai tree on the shelf. The blonde-haired man himself discarded his jacket on a chair and sat down behind the desk, extracting a pair of stylish reading glasses from the drawer and opening a program on the laptop.

"Now if you could let me know your name perhaps I can figure out if you are actually properly enrolled in my course and I can get you a syllabus, miss vet student..."[/font][/color]