Welcome to Gorden boarding school! Here only the gifted are welcomed...in order to grace these grounds with your presence you must excel in a subject or field! We have archery club, art club, science club, athletics, swim team, and anything else you excel in! Here young man show off there skills and compete in mind and physical challanges...year round certain students, usually the body president from each field will train for the cherry blossom games! Here these young men will not only show off there skill in the field they are representing but also the other fields our school offers, they train and compete for the blossom cup and crowned as king of all trades!

Congradulations,
We are to tell you that you have been excepted into Gorden collage!
For outstanding work in your feild we would like to invite you to come and attend one of the best schools here in japan.
Found on Sukura Island Gorden is a beautiful campus and school. With its rich cultures and many students!
Please take train 12 at the station, this is Gordens private train and will take you and the rest of the new students right to the Island.
Please enjoy the trip and we all hope to see you soon. From the staff, students, and I my self the head master bid you welcome and hope to see you soon.

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He stood and waited, another year, another class.. He thought as he awaited the trains arrival just like the other class presidents. His roll was most important, he was class president of two clubs. Archery and art...every year for the past two he had to endure this. Greeting the new ones in his fields. Such a pain it was...Yet in the end it had to be done. "Ready once again, eh Mizuki?" He turned his head and glanced at a young male. Shorter then he...more build, but not more brains. "Hn...yes as are you Manokie" He said looking at the young male. He had short red hair, bright blue eyes and a goofy grin...class president of the athletics..."here it is" He herd from the background. Turning his head he looked at the trains approached. So it begins...he thought as the train came to a halt.

A boy the age of 17 was standing in a small crowd of students. He was known as Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi's brown hair was slightly shaggy and he had to constantly push it out of in front of his golden hazel eyes. The young male looked around, spotting the president of the Archery and Art clubs. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he thought about if he wanted to go talk to him or not. No...that wouldn't be smart. He wasn't name Kiyoshi for no reason. His name meant 'Quiet' and he really was a quiet student. Sometimes he felt like he was cursed with it. When he heard the train appear, his grip on his art supplies bag tightened, not wanting to part with it. It was his life, and he wasn't about to let it go.

Seeing everyone starting to get off the trian he waited untill he was sure that most of them had joined him. Walking over to a little platform he stood up and looked around. "Excuse me!" He said. Usually his voice was deep and shallow...but when wanted to it became loud and clear. "Hello and welcome to Gorden collage. I am your Art and archery class president" He said gesturing to himself. "This is the athletics class presidnet" With that he pointed to the young man beside him. Red hair, nice build...you know the usual "This is the science class president" Geturing to his other side a short male with shaggy light blond hair and glasses stood with a smile.

He continued to name the rest, it took about 15 minutes. "Now if you would head to the class president that your field is please do so" He said again standing were he was so others would be able to see him clearly. After all his group was always the biggest. Thats what being the class president for two clubs will do for you. Sighing he removed his small framed glasses and rubbed at his light blue almost grey looking eyes. He hopped the day would end soon. After placing them back on he reached down into his pocket, grabbed a leather strap and tied back his silver blue locks.

Kiyoshi looked up when he heard the male's voice, seeing that it was the president of the Art club. As golden hazel eyes took in all the details of the other, he didn't notice people starting to move around after a while. He blinked and then moved over to the Art club president, figuring that's what it was all about. The male kept his head down, not really wanting to look up anymore. He glanced up at the other every once and a while, though he really didn't say much to him. He gripped his art bag closer, nibbling on his bottom lip, not sure what to do next. One of his hands reached up and moved some locks of his brown hair out of his eyes and behind his ear. A soft sigh escaped his lips, knowing that as soon as they were in their appropriate rooms at the school, he should give himself a haircut.

"Alright everyone...we have a lot to see...please fallow me" He said jumping off the ledge and heading towards the grounds. He showed the dorms first, then the class rooms, then the archery range were the archers stayed with the second in command. Next he headed to the art room. Opening the door he ushered everyone in. "Pick a place...this will be your station for the rest of the year" He said motioning to the open room. He watched as some ran to stations while others just picked one and could not care less. "Now...in front of you, you see an easel with a large canvous. To the side you see water and your standard paint brushes...along with water color brushes, and special ones for oil" he looked around "To the left side of you, you see paints, acrylic, oil, water...what I want you to do is paint me a picture...anything that comes to mind with todays word" Pointing to a large chalk bored he gave a smile. "Your word is sakura...you have 2 hours...paint!" He said.

A soft sigh escaped Kiyoshi's lips as he followed the president everywhere. When they got into the art room, he went to the back, not really caring where he sat. He got a back corner and he sat down on the stool that was sitting there after setting his art bag on the floor. He swallowed a little at the size of the canvas. He had never used one that was this big. As he thought about what to draw at the word, of course a Sakura Blossom came in to mind. At first he was a little skeptical about it, but then he picked up a thin brush and started to paint his scene. It was of a young boy laying back against a Sakura tree, watching as the pink blossoms fell to the ground. Kiyoshi smiled a little as he painted.

He walked around, looking at some of the painting. some were okay, other outstanding and a few that...shouldnt be here. Coming to the back he came to a young boy who had shaggy hair. He gave a smile as he looked at the canvous. Naturally one would think about blossoms with the word sakura. But he was disapointed when alot changed there pictures just because it was obvious. But now..."You got it" He said looking over the students back. "Most will change the word just because the sakura blossoms would be to obvious. But you got it...thats what I wanted..." He said, gave a small but rare smile and went up to the top of the class. "Okay brushes down" He said right at the two hour mark. "Its sad...out of 40 some students I have only seen one that I was looking for" Motioning to the left back corner he motioned to the young boy. "Wont you stand, tell us your name, what school you came from and what made you do that work."

As Kiyoshi kept painting, he felt the president appear behind him, making him jump a little bit. Thankfully his paint brush didn't move from the spot that it was out. When his painting got complimented, he blushed slightly. After two hours went by, he put his brush down and smiled a little at his accomplishment. When the president motioned to him, hearing that he was the only one that painted what the president was looking for, he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. He slowly stood up and straightened out his clothes. "Um...I'm Kiyoshi. I came from a private school in the Fukui Prefecture here in Japan. And well...I just usually draw or paint anything that pops into my head," He said, though he didn't say it as loud as most of the students probably would have.

He gave a nod "Everyone in here but Kiyoshi changed the word, and there for the meaning...which in the end changes it all together. Sakura blossoms is what this school is based off of...our events, our classes, everything rests on this word...To change it is spitting on the very thing Gorden was based on." His face took on some anger as he said these words "Everyone is going to have to see the meaning of the word and the symbolism behind a word." He looked around "Your next assignment will take you a week. Anymore then a week you will not get a grade for it. Any less then a week use your time wisely, Either start your own peice or see me for your next orders." Taking a canvous that was at th side of the class he walked over to the front and stood there. "This canvous is 6" by 8", You will be expected to use it in anyway...the only thing that must be on it is in the kenji for either hope, love, faith, or success" Leaning the canvous up on the wall he walked down the isle between the students. "You can paint, draw, use anything! Crayons, markers, pastels, charcol, you name it you can use it! The only thing is that I do not want any form of white on that canvous. Highlights must be tinted, clouds must be colored. NO. WHITE!" Walking back up to the front of the class he walked over to a set of four cupboreds. Unlocking them all he opened them "These are your matrials. These will only be open during class time...if you want to work on it during spars, breaks or lunch hour you must bring your own suplize!" Closing them agian he looked at the clock, 5mins to the bell..."Everyone now can leave, but I would like to talk with kiyoshi, do well in the rest of your classes" He stated and watched as everyone else left.

Kiyoshi listened to him as he explained the next assignment. The male blinked a little bit when they were told that there had to be no white on the canvas. Many things started to go through his mind at that point, wondering what to do. And for some reason, his mind started to think about the kanji for love. He wrote it down in a notebook, putting the kanji for love right in the middle of the page. From there he'd figure out what to do. He sighed a little bit when the whole class could go, except him. For some reason, he started to get a little nervous about being alone in the same room as the president. When the classroom was empty, except for the two of them, he looked at the other. "What did you need to talk to me about?" He asked, tilting his head to the side a little bit. "If it's a long talk, that's fine. I don't have a class until after lunch." The male smiled softly, keeping his eyes on the other.

Mizuki nodded as some of the students left saying good bye. "Kiyoshi..." He said looking at the young male in question. "Every year the school holds a galla of many things. Hand crafted bows, athetics gear, and pieces of art. The very first thing I do is to see who can make work for this galla." He leaned up on the wall. "That is why I place the word up. Today you were the only one that gave me what I was looking for...so you are my first choice. I would like you to make a peice of work for it." He looked at him then removed his thin glasses and rubbed his eyes. "You will be aloud to work in here when you can, and the cupboreds will be open for you during that time" He stated replasing his glasses. "It can be anything you wish, but it must be presentable...The head master along with nobles will be here to look and bid on it...so do what you can." He then gave a little smile. "If there is anything that you need to talk about...dont be shy and come ask. I will be either here...or the archery range" Looking at his watch he gave a sigh "Wll I must be off I have little time to get ready for my next class...first year archery is always a pain" He stated with a little chuckle.

Kiyoshi smiled softly at Mizuki and he nodded. "Sure, I will do this," He told him. This was definitely a chance for him to be noticed as an artist. "Um...do you want me to do this and the assignment? I'm not complaining or anything, but do you think that I can handle double the work?" The male asked, tilting his head to the side, almost like a little kid. Though he was much more respectful than a little kid. He was brought up in a good and loving family. The oldest of three kids was a hassle sometimes, but he really didn't care. He took care of them really well. The male looked at Mizuki, waiting for his answer.

He gave a nod "Yes I do...being an artest is hard work...you have to balance many things in order to make it" He said looking at him "The piece for the galla will not be graded...that is why its a work on you own time thing...Doing this piece can take a while I do understand that putting one in the galla myself...And I have less time then you" He pointed out "But the piece of work for the galla dose not need to be finished until next month...that gives you some time." He walked over to him "Any time you need in here...day or night do not be afraid to come and request it" Taking a piece of paper out from his pocket and removing the pen that his in his poney tail he wrote down two things. "This is my dorm room...and this is my cell...I expect I call..." He said and walked to the door "Or a visit" He stated just before he left. Walking down the hall he thought of his choice...yes he should be able to make a wonderfull piece of work...and hes cute to. With that thought he headed to the range.

Kiyoshi just stood there with the piece of paper in his hand, shocked at the fact that he could use the art room any time that he wanted. Of course, he'd have to call Mizuki first before he was able to, though that shouldn't bother Kiyoshi, right? The male sighed and he left the classroom, going to his dorm room. He walked in and went to his bed, sitting down on it and pulling out the notebook that had the kanji for love drawn on it. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he started to draw around it, working on the project for art class first. When he was done with the rough draft for that, he'd start working on the rough draft for the gala piece. "God Mizuki's cute," He said outloud, since he was the only one in the room. But a couple seconds after he said that, he looked up. "D--Did I just say that? N--No...what I meant was he's nice. Yes...nice," He reassured himself, setting the drawing to the side. "Dammit. I'm starting to like the president of the art class." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, glancing at the drawing. The male nibbled on his bottom lip as he thought about what else to draw around the kanji. Though every time he glanced at it, his mind trailed off to Mizuki and the way he looked when the two of them were talking. Why him? Why me? The male thought and lightly smacked himself. I can't fall in love with anyone. I've been hurt too many times. No lovers what so ever! He yelled in his head.

'One' it went through the air ;blunk; 'two' he fired again. But his mind wasent on archery, no, infact his mind was on art...and a certain boy that was there 'three' zipped through the air...and missed. He lowered his bow and rubbed at his eyes. His mind was on to many things...and people were begining to see that "Mizuki...are you alright...I havent seen you miss since...he left" Manoki said placing a hand on Mizukis shoulder. "Hn" He said loading his bow again. Aiming he pulled back and 'four' was in the air. Zipping by and stopped with another ;blunk; Dead center withing the target. And some people woundered why he was number one. "Okay you will fire 40 arrows at your tagrets...and will get graded for the ones that stick. Whats the rule!" He said and gave a little grin as some 20 voices said at once "Dont shoot unless it counts" He nodded and turned "This is Manoki...third year and secound in comand...when im gone hes in charge..." With that said he left to change.

Kiyoshi sighed and he picked his drawing for class back up and continued to work on it. Though, as he progressed, the art started to develop into two bodies holding one another. Thankfully at the moment no one would be able to tell if they were a male and female or anything else for that matter. Even though he thought about stopping, Kiyoshi kept drawing, filling the paper up with the art. When he was done, he blinked a little, looking at it. "Woah..." He muttered. It was all just drawn in pencil, no color yet, but it looked like a professional had just sketched something out. "Maybe I should...Nah," He muttered and set the sketch down. The young male laid back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, wondering what would happen next period. He had history next, which really wasn't one of his best subjects, but he at least tried and did the assignments. Though he wondered if he would be able to focus, since all he can think about is Mizuki.

He looked at his watch...just about time for his next class. He sighed as he packed his shoulder back and headed down the corridor. It's not like he minded the next class he just did not feel like going. As he walked down the hall way he saw many people and he gave nods as many bowed. Comming to his next class he looked at the door "History" Was written in characters on the door. Walking in he sat about middle way up the row of desks. Ever since his first year here they placed all the history students in once class room. First years all the way to fifth years. Taking out a book he began to read...waiting for the class to fill.

Kiyoshi grabbed his sketchbook and his bag, slipping it onto his shoulder. The male left his room and went to the history classroom. When he walked in, he stopped for a moment, seeing Mizuki, and noticing that the only desk left was behind him. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he walked over and sat at the desk behind him. He pulled his sketchbook out and turned it to the page that had the kanji for love in the middle, making some edits to the picture. Though, he should probably be starting on the gala piece, but he didn't exactly know what to draw yet.

After a moment he looked around him...the class was getting full...looking to the head of the class he gave a metal smile as he Kiyoshi enter the room. Woundering if there was any seats left he watched as he sat right behind him. Hmm this semester is going to be interesting...he thought as the quited down as the senpai walked into the room and began the lesson.

Kiyoshi didn't really pay much attention to the teacher. Though he was listening as he worked on his drawing. A quiet sigh escaped his lips as he flipped the sketchbook to the next page and started to work on the gala piece. He glanced up at the teacher, listening to him and how he was explaining the way the school was first discovered. The male thought about it for a minute and then he started to draw the large building on the paper. He nibbled on his lip a little bit as he did, looking up at the teacher every once and a while to listen to what he said.

He had taken his notes down rather quick this time so he had the last half of class to sit there and listen to the teacher babble on about the schools history. He knew that the school was founded by a japanese noble man back in the 1800's on the day of his mother birhtday. That is why every year the school has the sakura festival and compition. It was held the same day the school was founded and the nobles mothers birthday. To celebrate and compete. As he sat there he began to day dream. Thinking of what he could do for the galla this year. Last year he submitted a painting and hand crafted bows...this year he is expected to do the same. He would have to go out and get what he needed after classes...he also did not want to go alone. And everyone he thought of to be his friends were either busy or had clubs after school. The art and archery were not until tuesday and friday so he didnt have to worry. Then thinking for a moment he turned around. "Kiyoshi...I have to out after class to get a couple things...would you come and keep me company?"

Kiyoshi was about halfway through his drawing when he heard Mizuki ask him if he wanted to go with him to get supplies. At that point, his pencil accidentally broke, making the male blink a little bit. He looked at the other and smiled softly. "Sure. I need to get some more pencils anyways," He said, nodding. The young male turned back to the assignment that Mizuki had given them and showed him. "What do you think?" He whispered, keeping his eyes on the other. Truly, he wanted to know what Mizuki thought about it. If need be, Kiyoshi would make some edits to it. Though, Mizuki probably would say it was good, but just in case, he had a couple different ideas in mind for the drawing.

He glanced at it...it was a good choice...drawing the school...there was just one problem "Its okay...but it could be better" He stated and reaching into his bag he took out a binder and opened it. Flipping through many pictures he found the one that he wanted and took it out handing it to the boy. "The crest of the school is in the wrong place...and you have the tree on the wrong side" He said pacing him a picture of the school. "I have copies you can keep that one" He said motioning to the picture just as the bell rang. He looked to his watch...it seems that he had spent more time talking with the kid then he thought he did...well no matter he had to go and get the things he needed. "Come now...lets go and get everything"

Kiyoshi smiled a little bit and took the picture from Mizuki and slipped it into his own sketchbook. "Thanks," He muttered, sighing softly. The young male put his things into his bag when he heard the bell ring, getting ready to leave the classroom and go to get some supplies from the store. He stood up, slipping his bag over his shoulder. A soft sigh escaped his lips once again as he walked to the door, where he waited for Mizuki.

He fallowed behind him. Walking out the class and down the coridor he looked to the young male...thinking. Shaking his head he continued his way until they reached the parking lot. Walking over to his white convertable he through his bags into the back it and opened the drivers door. "I know what your going to ask" He said sitting down and starting the car. "My parents..." Thats all he said and waited for the other to get in.