(Roy sleeps as he doesn't have a class second period)<br/><br/>-----------<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wow,</span>Kosuke thought, his brow furrowed in concentration.<span style="font-style: italic">This is even harder than he made it sound. Some of the information I need isn't even in the book...</span><br/><br/>After first period had ended, Ijemaru and Kosuke made their way to Kosuke's room. For the majority of the hour between classes, Kosuke had been huddled at his desk, focusing on his work, and Ijemaru had been sitting in a chair, with his legs crossed and his head on his hand, patiently waiting and answering any questions he was asked.<br/><br/>Ijemaru, of course, noticed the slightly distressed look on the demon's face. "How about we stop here?" he offered gently. "We should be getting to class soon anyway."<br/><br/>Kosuke looked up. It was clear he was slightly frustrated that he hadn't been able to finish the assignment, but there was also some obvious relief settling over his expression at the proposition of a break. "Yes. Alright," he said, standing up. "We're in the same class again right, Ije-san?"<br/><br/>"That's right," Ijemaru replied, holding the door open for the boy. "Human History. Piece of cake," he said, smirking slightly. "Let's walk together."<br/><br/>***((This is my time skip mark !blush ))<br/><br/>Kosuke and Ijemaru made it to class just in time. They, of course, responded when their names were called and got started on the assignment. Kosuke tapped his chin with his pencil. He'd gone to human school, so he'd been taught some of these things, but that was years ago. Ijemaru had stayed in a human school much longer than he had, so it was no wonder that he was already scribbling things down on his paper.<br/><br/>Despite his frustration at his memory blank, the timid demon couldn't help but giggle slightly. Ijemaru was good at almost everything, but his hand writing was one of his few short-comings. It was mostly legible, and Kosuke could read it well from years of practice, but it really was very sloppy. The boy could take pride that his own hand writing was fairly neat and much easier to read.<br/><br/>Ijemaru looked up after hearing Kosuke giggle. "What is it?" he asked, a confused look on his face.<br/><br/>Kosuke looked startled and blushed, then quickly looked away. "It's nothing, Ije-san," he said, sounding embarrassed for some reason. He started to write and Ijemaru looked at him for a little while, still looking confused, before giving a slight sigh and a shrug and turning back to his own paper.<br/><br/>------------<br/><br/>Melody thought, twisting her pen in her hands as she looked down at her, currently blank, paper. In the end, she decided to just write down what she was thinking:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Why do I want to write?</span>she thought as her pen scratched against the paper, copying down her thoughts.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm not sure I have a real reason-- unless just thinking it's fun counts. I feel like... every time I write, I'm creating something: a world, people! As a nymph I'm very in-tuned with nature, but I'm not particularly powerful. In fact, I'm small compared to the rest of the world. So that feeling of creating, of having entire worlds at your finger tips... It makes me feel powerful, important! Like I'm not just a little speck on the windshield of this world, but the god and creator of another. <br/><br/>Everything I write is a new adventure. I can go anywhere I want, send people anywhere I want. Writing is embodying your imagination, so the worlds you create have no limits. I could even make myself some sort of super hero if I wanted to!... But, that sounds kind of silly, huh?<br/><br/>"Perhaps a little," I expect you'd respond. "But it's good that you've found a way to express yourself, beyond your normal limitations."<br/><br/>...Occasionally, I get so wrapped up in my stories, that I begin to feel like they're real... Then I grow sad when I remember they aren't. But, even if they aren't real, it's an escape, a moment of power and freedom. I suppose... I want to write, because I want to feel that which this world denies me... And that's the best reason I have.</span><br/><br/>Melody sighed and set down her pen. A lot more had come out than she'd been expecting. She had a full page and a half there, and she had small handwriting (to go with small hands). She wasn't sure what to do with her paper now that it was written. So the nymph just sat in her seat awkwardly, waiting for an order, or for someone else to make a move.<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>Aisen turned and addressed his class once the bell had rung and he thought everyone had come who was going to come.<br/><br/>"Good morning class," the ghost said cheerfully. "My name is Aisen Toru. Call me whatever you'd like. Since this is art class, I think it would be appropriate to start off class with some drawing."<br/><br/>"I want you to imagine someplace that is beautiful to you," he explained. "Use whatever materials you want to depict it. Let's stick to drawing type art though," he said, smiling. "We'll get into sculpting and other things later."<br/><br/>Once everyone was moving, he mentally took attendance. Among the names was a girl named Alice.<span style="font-style: italic">No absences... good,</span>he thought cheerfully.