Alexi grinned evily (0.o is that how you spell that?)
"This my scaly friend is a rare artifact called a soul canvas. If you think my lesson is such a joke let's have this little seed do it for you."
The seed shot out of alexi's hand and dissapeared inside Zanes chest making his skin ripple oddly. Alexi then motioned toward a beautiful white flower in a pot on his desk.
"Now this pretty little thing is called a soul painter. Any time you do something to disrupt class, the seed in your chest will activate and the flower will bloom, showing us one of your darkest secrets, this can happen a maximum of eight times, so... watch your step..."
suddenly the evil expression on alexi's face was replaced by the usual bemused one.
"sorry, must have spaced out there... what did I miss?"
seeing the shocked look on his students faces, alexi realised what happened.
"Damn it! he did it again didnt he!?"
(did I forget to mention he's schizophrenic ^.^)

Zane clutched his chest, sharp pains shooting through his lungs. Great. Now this teacher had something against him too. He gulped down pain, knowing full well he wasn't supposed to be in this class room right now. This had been his first period class. He was supposed to be in biology right now. That's what he got for hanging back,w iaing for everyone else to leave. And now look; the tecaher had implanted some weird see in his chest, making it so that whenever he spoke out of turn or disrupted any part of class, his worst secret would be revealed for everyone to see. He closed his eyes tight, praying to whatever was listening to him up there that it never came to that, that the class wouldn't see her, watch her die. Like he had.

Flustered, alexi tried to take hold of the situation.
"Ohmygod! whatdidhedo? What did he do!?!?"
(BTW Alexi has 3 personalities: Alexi is the clueless fun one. Silvian is the sadistic one. and Gabriel manifests when alexi can no longer hold back his inherant desires as an incubus.
also: the seed wasnt supposed to cause pain... it goes into your soul =.=', and the seed shows a different secret each time, the flower has eight petals, so it shows eight facets of your soul.)

Zane didn't want to talk, didn't want to make a sound or move or anything. He just wanted to sit there, clutching his chest and hoping it would all vanish, leave him alone. He was aware that everyone was watching him and he was even sure Sacti was eyeing him oddly. But it didn't matter. He finally pried his eyes open, his double eyelids pulling back to let him see through the foggy sunglasses and peer at the frantic teacher. It was odd. The man had been so confident and sure of himself earlier.

"WHY IS ZANE CLUTCHING HIS CHEST?!?! Did he hurt you!?"
Alexi was growing increasingly frantic and was on the verge of hyperventilating.
"Sacti please, take him to the nurses office and have her look at him."
(we should probably let the others get some posts in, so we'll have to stop soon)

(Yeah...and I just went with a guess on the seed thing. I didn't know...;.;..)

Zane closed his eyes again, takinga deep breath. He looked back to the girl, waiting for her to do what she was going to, waiting for her to get him out of that place.

Zane followed, dragging his leg as instructed. He hopped along with her, artificial black hair falling his face.

Megumi just sat there with a freaked out look on her face. She's always thought the Demon World was strange, but this place was stranger. 'I hope I never get hit with that seed.' She thought as she picked up a paint brush. She dipped the tip into a can of indigo paint and started smacking the brush onto the canvas. Splat, splat, splat, she continued attacking the canvas without mercy until both the canvas and her face was spotted with indigo paint. She dipped her brush in some black paint before starting again.

Zane looked toward her, nodding lightly. "yeah," he said, looking down at the ground as he plopped onto the bench. He shook his head lightly, trying to shake the memory away, that terrible, unwanted memory.

Zane tilted his head at it, blinking oddly. He shrugged and popped it in between his lips, fangs piercing teh fabric effortlessly. He wiated for her to do what she was going to do.

Zane groaned and nearly hacked up the cloth with screams. It was terrible. His leg was on fire and his bone would mre than likely melt form the pain it was receiving. that's what it felt like after all. When she stopped, he sucked in air, barely even registering her quetion. He merely nodded, clamping down on the cloth again.

Zane panted, tears spring from his eyes. He blinked at her and shook his head, tugging at teh cloth te emohasize. It was stuck. He couldn't remove it with snapping a fang.

Zane tugged at it, finally maging to rip the fabric free. The only problem; it was tough fabric and ended up taking a fang with it, spilling deadly venom onto the ground, causing him to cry out in sudden pain, clutching his mouth, attempting to staunch the flow of poison. What remained of his fang hissed and spit in the small puddle of toxin, melting away into almost nothing, a small, hollow cone from the inside all that was left of it.

Zane waved her off. "No...don't be," he said, voice slightly muffled. "It'll grow back." He was right. basilisk's were meant to shed their fangs, but his shedding was still a long way off. He may have to wait until then. Of course, the gland in his cheek would run out of venom by then. At least, he hoped so.

Zane went to touch her hand, but stopped short, his liquidy, sickly yllow venom coating his hand. He looked at it, glaring at substance with hate. That stuff could burn through skin. It was only safe on Zane's. After all, he was built to handly it. "Sssorry," he hissed, pulling his hand back.

Zane stumbled to his feet, wincing as his leg throbbed one last time. He shook it off, patting his foot on the ground. "Wonderul work," he said, still holding his broken, leaking fang.