as he left the compound a few hours later he smiled, he was well received and though his grandmother had not understood his desire she had her own mother as an example to the bull-headedness of the line, she gave her blessing and he lunched that day back in the bussoms of his great family.
so it was in high spirits he passed back under the gates of the school, and with a smile on his face he passed all of his peers and supiriors through the halls. his joyous daze lasted all the way to his dorm. as he happily threw himself on the small bed he felt a little pain in his solar plexus, reatching under the small materess he pulled out the book, as the cloth over it slid to the floor he recalled the reason he had hidden it to begin with. his unease, which had been tosses away with the arriving pleasure of having been accepted as a teacher came back in full force, he half wanted to leave the room and take it back where he had found it, but the bizziare responce from mizuki when he had created the fire pup and smoke wolf told him he needed more information to unravel this frightful man, he laid back down on his bed, grabbing the fabric as he did so, and rolled onto his belly. he looked beifly out his window to assure himself that there was still plenty of time until his dormmates came back
diary entry one he read, this is the first day of my 2 month long attempt to record my daily life as per lady amiele's assignment. it was dream reading class then, this was one of a pair of books, he for a moment wondered if the mate was still in the library, though that this was written by a student meant it prolly was not even a library book at all. the head librarian must have scratched his head in confusion, luka thought, when he saw my post personally i think it is rediculous seeing as this diary will not be turned in, what a large waste of paper, but alas is the stupidity of teachers. he scoffed at the end of the first paragraph, what a little twat this luka was, the teacher provided two books so he could use the first to help understand the manifestations recorded in the second, it was to help give students an extra hand come the end of term. he frowned the first order of the day was to dress and go to breakfast, i ate an orange slice from the little trees we set out my first year here, strange to think it took 3 years to grow such a bitter little green fruit from that scrawny little chopped up plant luka paused, graphted orange trees were usually planted after a year, if it took three this was his fourth and last year unless he was left behind a grade, roughly 104-5 years ago by such counts, this boy would have been around the same age as luka was now, he shuddered after that i went to first class, it was dull, learned nothing, second class the same, third class was the same but for master blathering about the trees, third class was the same, lunch was dull, no more oranges thank the goddess, fourth class too, final class is aweful i don't like it she needs to shut up already, i have no paitence for it, why does she even want us to write if she is just going to talk throut the entir~ there the script ended as if he was shocked out of writing by something else, either way it was all that was written on the page, it made luka a little angry to see such a waste of paper, it was much harder to make that parchment and oughtn't have been wasted, but it was too late now for that. he turned the page the first order of the day was to dress and go down to breakfast, it was such a lovely day too, first class was not much fun but it could have been worse, actually the whole day was that way, what i really want is for that boy to come back, he has not shown up yet though, maybe he was in the wrong class? the teacher said nothing though, surly she'd direct him out if he were, though he is a week late all the same if he belongs, but all the same, and those eyes, i do hope he comes, i want to again the page ended prematurly. luka rubbed his eyes tiredly, this boy would have been a real puzzle to be around, bitter and rude one moment spazzy and airheaded the next. he skipped a couple pages until the entries begain to get longer i think i am in love. luka barked out a coughing laugh. what a way to start a class, writing such a thing. he quickly went back to reading, wondering what brought on such a silly opening line every day he sits there filling out his journal and every day right as he finishes he looks right at me an smiles. how i yearn for that smile each day, how i wish i had the courage to do more than smile back, i would give my right thumb and never write again for a kiss, oh a kiss, what a glorious thing that would be. here the writing devolved into hearts and swirls and other silly little doodles, luka assumed from this admission that both times the boy had stopped before was for this other, he did not understand how such a boy could have written such odd things in the begining of the book and and such frightful ones nearer to the end, he skipped a couple more pages, here and there small doodles in the margins caught his attention little wolves and dragons played and fought and....well there was one image he was going to pretend not to have seen.
he stopped again to read a post though by it's strange light and poorly scrawled writing he supposed it was written in a rush iknow dreams are for the other diary but a dream like this? that one not that is for dreams like this, no way i will ever share that, not in all my life, but as well there is no way i could bear to forget it, oh diary, if only our touches and caresses, our kisses, but like that? oh diary if like in my dreams then so happy i would be but dreams are not the place for it! if only in my waking hours, but where? maybe the dorms, but not here, no too many eyes, oh! the garden, those trees, maybe in the orange trees, noone goes there after the lunch hour, surly there, oh but what if he says no? a kiss is not that, even at our boldest it is nothing close, but those eyes, if they looked at me like in the dream, if i die let it be after that moment, i must, surly it is meant to be, oh but to tell him! the entry ended there but luka was not dettered, he was not sure what the strange confusing writing alluded to but he had a guess and hoped he was wrong. he turned the page. the page was blank but he saw a light seaming, stuck between the next two pages was a slip of paper, most likely from another student's book from the light color variation. there was only a single line on it south wing garden~ mizuki he dropped the paper. for a moment he thought it was his own mizuki and was frightend but he stopped himself by taking a deep breath, the south wing garden was the master's garden only a few teachers and the master himself could get in, of course they'd go there, it was empty durring the day only in the early morning and near dusk was it ever in use. whatever they were doing it'd be a good place not to be seen doing it. he turned the page.