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Tokimaru's Identity

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The constant buzzing sound of an air conditioner, though less fear-inducing and loud, much portrayed a flying bee in the small, yet barren, classroom. A flourishing sense of plain excited itself further when the walls of white glowed around the small group of scholars so monotonously. Brown desks of wood and steel conformed themselves into a sixteen-desk square, with only a sparsely-decorated teacher's quarters to distinguish a hardly-enthusiastic teacher. The actual subject, however, did assert it's individuality in the less-than-sparkling vicinity.

"Pardon my grace, my beauty, my sound
Drown in your green envy whilst I'm not around."

Tokimaru, with eyes closed and arms outstretched as if he was a blind prophet preaching the good word, danced across the 'center stage' in front of few students. His soft, kind voice fluttered over the sounds of the monstrous bee-like machine. Briskly and gently did his sparkling, violet eyes open and just enough to see the mixed faces of his listeners behind the bangs of his short, left parted hair. These many expressions mattered not to him, for he was at the essence of his soul: his poetry. He had this set of verses planned out perfectly - down to the last detail. No swinging motion of his arms was ever wasted, or over stretched, even as he offered his hand on the desk of the charming female junior in the front row.

"When my golden arms outstretch so vigorously
Will you answer my dream, my one wish, my lasting plea?"

The girl seemed flustered immensely by the touch of the boy with the quill pen for a mind. Scarlet pigment shattered her freckled smiling face as Tokimaru's thumb brushed across her four fingers while his means of romance encased her hand from the bottom up, lifting it to his pale, smooth lips. This moment purged all others from the mind of the girl and the entertaining poet.

"Fiery maiden in a space so high
Give me life, give me warmth, give me a living 'why'"

As his boiling violet eyes met with the girl's dreaming blues, a slight resentment seemed to break from his passionate gaze, but this was a normal reaction from him. One who wore the mask of a scholar dressed in a white collared uniform Aklean High School shirt couldn't live a lie so perfect. His only comfort was that the naive fluster and swooning gaze from the girl signaled her consistent ignorance. It allowed him to kiss the girl's hand so effortlessly, without the broken edges of his veil to be known by her, no less the snickering menagerie of jealous boys in the background. Although envy rang through the ears of many, none could doubt that the pen was a god's tool in this child's hand. Even so, Tokimaru's talent was not one he flaunted so wonderfully. It in itself was a tool for his vivid, yet self-valued, lies. As his warm lips left the girl's hand, just above her middle knuckle, Tokimaru could hear a trivial yet necessary applause gently overwhelm the air conditioner in the background.

He had put on a good performance for the crowd. The kid had done it again: wowed a small group of onlookers for a pleasant fifteen minutes. Standing ovations meant good grades. Good grades would mean everything was normal for the boy. That is how it should stay.  

"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it!" His voice was as gentle and kind even when not talking in a constant rhythm. As his left hand met his belted black jeans by the waist, Tokimaru had bowed so courteously. As he stood up, he spoke as if the performance should not be admired. "While I do appreciate it,  I'm sure Olivia would like to do her presentation next, since we are running short on time." Tokimaru so graciously pointed his curled hand to the girl  sitting at the edge of the front row. "I always seem to run long on these things, don't I?" The teacher shook his head with a jovial laugh, and motioned Tokimaru to sit down.
>_> Multiparted story featuring an in depth study of my favorite RP character, Tokimaru <insert one of many last names here> (Jinjashi, among others)

He's a very multifaceted person, living a lie in a world of truths. . . .

Umm... It all amounts to the deadly writer's block, now with more vomiting!

>_>
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