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Assistant: Title: first year first love first love lost
        Author: Aeruace Aeruace 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Sayet straightened the chairs he toppled and walked to the door. He had a hand on the handle, then looked back over his shoulder. "I'll be going now."Xuezhang smiled again, warm and carefree. The late afternoon light through the curtains made something twitch in Sayet's heart."See you."
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              Sayet straightened the chairs he toppled and walked to the door. He had a hand on the handle, then looked back over his shoulder. "I'll be going now."Xuezhang smiled again, warm and carefree. The late afternoon light through the curtains made something twitch in Sayet's heart."See you."
            
        

        
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      For Sailing (enoby).



    

    
      This is a mess but wanted to to get something out there. Might edit later but it's late at night so...I know nothing about these people. At best it's slight OOC, at worst treat them like entirely separate characters with the same names.Happy birthday?
    

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          "Alright. Make sure to write us, ok?" His mother grasped his shoulders gently, smiling with just a hint of sadness. He nodded, then opened his arms for a hug. He breathed in the familiar scent of shampoo and laundry detergent as his mother squeezed him tightly. His father stepped forward from the side and enveloped them both in a large embrace. "We'll miss you son. Do good." At last they separated, and Sayet grabbed the handle of his trunk. With one last smile and a lingering wave, he stepped over the carpet of yellow ginkgo leaves that paved the way to the wrought iron gate. Under the trees, many other kids wearing the same uniform and red ties bid farewell to family. Sayet paused before the open gate to stare up at the sign.'Loen Academy.' A lion, the school's mascot, proudly stood at the top, gazing down at all that passed through.Sayet took a breath and entered the school.A table was set up with a banner "Welcome First Years" taped on the wall behind it. He stood in line silently marvelling the person in front of him who lugged two suitcases and a duffle bag. Finally he got to the front. A girl with a green tie smiled brightly as she checked him in, giving him the keys to his room and brief directions on how to get there. He thanked her and began walking.The campus was painted in warm reds and golds, thanks to the fall leaves and many trees that lined the walkways. With brick walls and pink sandstone, the buildings gave off an aged, sophisticated beauty. Sayet remembered looking through the brochure with his parents and marvelling at how nice everything looked. Now that he was actually here, he drank it all in.A girl stood at a crossroads, looking left and right. When she spied him, she ran up to Sayet. "Hi, do you know how to get to Pigeon Hall?" A red tie, a first year like him. "Actually, I'm heading there myself. Do you want to go together?" The girl beamed. He guessed she would become one of those social people, flitting around like a butterfly with many friends and things to say. "Great! I'm Tessa!""Sayet. Nice to meet you." Tessa grabbed her trunk off of the floor and began walking next to him. "So, why did you decide to enroll here? For me, it's cause my family has been coming here for forever, so I just kinda have to follow along. But like, it's not like I had anywhere I really wanted to go anyways, so I'm cool with it." She immediately began chatting, barely any silence filling the space between them.Sayet just shrugged. "It looked pretty nice, and the reviews have been ok." She didn't seem to mind his generic response and began talking again. "I'm really glad I got into Pigeon Hall, cause it has some of the nicest views. You know we have a lake here? Well our hall is right next to it. In the summer I heard people can go and swim in it, so I brought my swimsuit, but man is it cold right now. I was dreading if I got into Hawk, cause it's so far away from the rest of campus. My parents said that when they went, people called it Wasteland cause it was so removed from the rest of 'civilization.'"She kept telling him stories of what her parents told her until they got to Pigeon Hall. They were on different floors, so Tessa waved a "see you around!" and dragged her luggage to her room on the second floor. Sayet was on the fifth, a single room that he secretly thanked whatever being powers the universe for. Inside was a single bed, a closet, and a desk. Showers and bathrooms were shared for the entire floor. He lined up his books and set up his pens and highlighters and other supplies. He hung up his clothes and tugged white covers over the bare mattress. He didn't bring anything with him to decorate, so he was done fairly quickly. With nothing else to do, he decided to go out, grabbing his sketchbook.The layout of the school was relatively squarish. The center of the campus was a grand hall that functioned more like a lounge. Surrounding it in a loose box were the library, the dining hall, and various classroom buildings. All of the student residence halls were situated further away from the bubble, with the Hawk and Eagle Halls being the furthest. Sayet swung around the main hall, mostly upperclassmen lounging on the chairs and chatting, and passed by the kitchen and library. He made notes of the different building names and their locations, but didn't bother roaming through the halls. There was one building he was curious about. A bit further from the rest, but not as far as the residence halls: Rolterdan Building, for the arts. Sayet pushed open red doors and slipped inside. It was quiet and empty. His shoes made echoes as he explored. On the wall hung various posters and artworks. A long scroll of ink mountains and rivers made him pause in appreciation. He tried the door to a larger classroom at the end of the hall. It opened creakily and much too loudly in the silence. A chalkboard took up one of the walls. White curtains were drawn over the windows, underneath which were wooden cubicles with jars and books and a few marble busts. The center of the room was clear, chairs arranged in a semicircle. Due to the curtains, the room was cast in a dim light. Sayet liked it immediately. The atmosphere, the smell, the worn chairs. He sat down in one of the chairs in the back, opening his sketchbook. Flipping to a blank page, he began to scratch out the rough lines of the walls. The subtle sound of pencil on paper soothed him, and he began adding details and shading, capturing the image before him. A long sigh made him jump, kicking over the chair in front. He looked towards the windows and saw a youth lying on the low shelving units. The youth sat up when the chairs clattered, blinking at him. Sayet didn't notice him when he came into the room, but he noticed the color of the tie. Blue."Hello, xuezhang." He stood up and bowed to the third year. The upperclassman continued looking at him curiously. "My name is Sayet, I'm a first year that just arrived.""You...," the youth spoke up, voice deep and smooth, "Well, what were you doing?""I was walking around campus, and I wanted to sketch some things.""You draw?" The senior was now leaning on a hand propped up on his knee, body language languid but eyes amused."Only a little, it's nothing really good." But then he stood up and walked closer to Sayet. He was taller by at least a head, and Sayet's neck began to cramp looking up at him so closely. He also smelled nice, like fresh air. If air could have a smell. And he was also handsome, now that Sayet can get a good look at his face.He pointed to the sketchbook, which Sayet had unconsciously drawn to his chest. "May I see?" Sayet nodded and was about to hand over the book when the senior instead stepped back and moved to tower Sayet from behind. Trying to ignore the chill up his neck, Sayet obediently flipped through his works. The youth behind him never made a sound, yet Sayet's heart drummed fortissimo in his ears. "This is good." Sayet froze at the proximity of that low voice. He had paused on a sketch of a male model. "These clothes, they draw on a gingko for inspiration don't they? Not bad." "You're too kind, xuezhang. It was inspired after seeing the gingko trees in the brochure, but it still needs work." "Well, of course it's not perfect. But it's not bad at all." Sayet felt him draw back and Sayet turned around to meet his gaze. "Xuedi, if you ever want to improve, come find me here anytime. I'm usually holing up in this room. Not many people come anymore, except for a few classes. They use the newer facility in the Pietro Building." Xuezhang smiled, and Sayet felt his heart skip a beat. "And I don't mean to brag, but I am pretty good.""Th-then I'll be troubling you in the future, xuezhang!" Sayet bowed down, but was waved away."Alright alright, you should head back now. The paths from here to the residence halls are hard to navigate in the dark." "Xuezhang, do you not need to go as well?""Me? I'm gonna stay here longer. Relax, I've been on this campus forever, I'll be fine. Now listen to your senior and shoo." Sayet straightened the chairs he toppled and walked to the door. He had a hand on the handle, then looked back over his shoulder. "I'll be going now."Xuezhang smiled again, warm and carefree. The late afternoon light through the curtains made something twitch in Sayet's heart."See you. "   "You seem to be in a good mood today." Tessa plopped down into the chair next to him, and Sayet tried to school his features back into passiveness. It was four weeks into the school year, and everyone finally slid back into routine. Tessa shared most of his general classes so the two have been getting along, though it was mostly Sayet listening as she told him all the latest news."It's because it's Friday," he hurriedly explained. Indeed, the mood in the classrooms seemed lighter, everyone prepared to enjoy the weekend without classes. Tessa bought his excuse, and then the professor walked in and all conversation died away. Sayet was considered a good student by his teachers, but inside he was impatiently waiting for the droning to finish.The clock tower rang out and Sayet packed up as fast as he could. Everyone else erupted into a bubble of noise, feeling free now that the last class of the week was done with. Tessa shouted out, "Hey, where are you going?" Sayet didn't stop on his way out the door. "I have to talk to someone. I'll see you in the dining hall later!" He slipped around groups of friends mingling in the halls and got out of Welton Building. Rolterdan was as quiet as ever. Maybe it could even be considered nearly abandoned if it were not kept in good shape. Sayet felt a grin tugging at his lips as he ran down the hall."Xuezhang!" he shouted joyfully as he swung open the door. Xuezhang was looking out the window, but he turned when Sayet made his entrance. He had that same smile on his face that made Sayet desperately wish he wasn't blushing."Yo, you're here." Sayet set down his bag and dug out a folder. He ran up to the older boy and began setting down papers on the shelf."These are what I've been working on recently," he stepped back and pulled the empty folder to his chest. He bit his lip watching the upperclassman study his works. The sun made his hair glow subtly, and his skin looked very smooth, and Sayet needed to stop thinking before he combusted.Xuezhang pointed to a few of the papers, the ones that he tried coloring with pencils. "The technique is not bad, but you tend to go for very bold colors. Is there a reason why?""Ah, that's cause…" It felt a little embarrassing, but xuezhang looked at him gently. If it was him, he wouldn't laugh. "I really liked the oil paintings I saw when I was younger, and I wanted to try and replicate that." The bright bold pigments still stood out vividly in his mind, drawing his younger self into this world. Xuezhang just nodded, then pointed to a cabinet in the back. "There are some brushes and paint back there. I want to see what you can do." Sayet blinked. "Now?" "Those supplies are free to use, don't worry. If anyone comes after you I'll take care of it. Or do you not trust me, xuedi?" Sayet gulped at another of his smiles. "No, I'll do it!" He hurried to the cabinet, almost tripping on his feet. Xuezhang chuckled. "Careful now."Sayet willed his heart to slow down. Any more, and he'll be left with fleshy scraps after the explosion.   "The flowers bloomed in the field," Sayet blurted out. Xuezhang looked up from his seat by the window, and Sayet hid behind his canvas again."Hm, it's spring again huh." "Do you want to go? Together?" There was no reply, and Sayet peeked out from his painting of the lake.Xuezhang had a complicated expression on his face. "With me?" Tessa's words from earlier in the day spun around in his head. 'The flower field is one of the most romantic spots on campus!' Sayet shook his head, dispelling the voice."It's for inspiration purposes! Xuezhang, you're really good at art, but I never see you make anything. I thought maybe going out would help you if you're feeling stuck.""Have you seen what I've made before?" Xuezhang now looked more amused, and Sayet shook his head. Xuezhang merely pointed at the door. Sayet turned to look, but there was nothing there. He looked back at the senior, but the youth just smiled back. Then it hit him."No way, xuezhang you painted that scroll? That's awesome!" Sayet had stopped many more times in the hallway to admire the black lines and details of people on boats, bridges, and mountain roads. "I'm primarily a shanshui painter, but I know enough about other media.""Xuezhang, that's so cool! How long did it take you?""Yes.""Hm?""You wanted to go to the flower field right? I can't let my beloved xuedi down when he was so excited." "Xue- xuezhang you can't keep changing the topic so fast!" Sayet's face was flushed and the other just laughed, a rich melodic sound."You live in Pigeon don't you? I'll be waiting outside the hall tomorrow at five in the morning.""In the morning?""Well, the less people the better, right? It'll just be the two of us." Sayet burned crimson. Xuezhang smiled."Well?"All he could do was nod.   As summer approached, Tessa told him about the ghost stories. "There's some in every school, and summer is the season for ghost stories!" A small crowd had gathered around their desks, all eagerly waiting for more."There are seven mysteries of Loen Academy!""Why seven?""It's always seven! You never hear about the six mysteries of the world, do you? Now listen up!"Mystery number one: the harp of Lake Bovaly! Before this place was a school, this was a summer home for a rich family, and every summer the family would come and spend a few months here. Now, the son was very handsome and very well educated, and he could play a multitude of instruments. He was his parents' pride and joy. At night, he would often play a gentle instrument, like a harp. But one night, he got a strange feeling and walked out without a word. When he didn't return in the morning, people began searching everywhere. The mother was distraught, crying every day that passed with no news. Then on the night of the full moon, she heard the unmistakable sound of a harp! She and many servants followed the sound all the way to the lake, but there was no trace of any person. Then, when she looked into the water, she turned pale and fainted. Her servants rushed to catch her and wake her, but all she mumbled was apologies. Finally when she calmed down, she confessed what she saw. Many years ago, she had an affair with another man. It was taboo for she was already married, but the other man then died and she couldn't take care of his child, for if word got out, she would be cast out and disowned. So after she gave birth secretly, claiming she was recuperating from an illness by herself with a few trusted maids in the summer home, she put the baby into the lake. She tried to forget about it and raised her other son lovingly. But that night in the water, she saw her son chained up in the reflection, ceaselessly strumming a harp as his fingers grew bl@@dy. And sitting on a throne looking at her with pure hatred was the grown form of the child she killed. The lady passed quickly after the ordeal but from then on, during nights of the full moon, some say they can hear a harp from the depths of Lake Bovaly, drawing in souls to torment forever in the first son's hatred of those allowed to live."Tessa was a vivid storyteller, and the crowd was completely in the palm of her hand, gasping and shivering at all the right moments. Sayet listened half-heartedly, unable to get away from his seat partner or the crowd that blocked him in."And mystery number seven: the Rolterdan murders!" Sayet perked up at the mention of the building. "Now many decades ago, there were fewer buildings in the school. Many classes were held in the Rolterdan Building, that building over there that few people use now, and this is why. So back then, a series of disappearances occurred when students stayed behind by themselves to finish their works. When they never turned back up at the dorms, their friends would come back to find them, only to see the work finished and no one to be seen. This happened a few more times, and the school declared a curfew and buddy system to be implemented at all times. Parents were worried sick, and police and investigators were on campus at all times, searching for clues. One day, an investigator noticed that a clay bust a missing student worked on had a small speck of black, nearly hidden by the curves of the nose. They got a feeling, so they tested that spot and found out it was blood. Blood that matched the type of the victim's blood. They call for all the other works to be examined and tested. And what they found was every single work had blood in it, hidden away or treated as part of the work. But for the rest of the year, they make no further progress, not even bodies were found no matter how many times they drag the lake. It wasn't until years later that an arrest was made. The art professor that was teaching at the time confessed to murdering five people, staying with them under the guise of helping them finish the work and then right as they finish, they strangled them. Seeing their relief and happiness at completion morph into shock and fear was apparently the reason they kept doing it. They then dropped some of their victim's blood onto the work and covered it up, so that the work is really 'completed'. They revealed where they hid four of the bodies, but the thing is, there was no fifth disappearance ever reported. People today still don't know if the murderer was lying, or if there was an unlucky victim beforehand. But now Rolterdan building is hardly used except for a few classes, and some students that took electives at night in the building say that it is haunted by the ghost of the fifth victim, unable to be put to rest with its body still at large."The group was silent, the air uncomfortable but no one wanted to be the one to break the mood. Sayet felt his heart clench.   He walked in heavily that day. Xuezhang smiled as usual, but frowned when he saw Sayet's somber expression."What is it? End of the year blues? Bad finals? You can talk to me." Sayet stared at the youth in front of him, so carefree and relaxed."Xuezhang. You're dead aren't you?" The senior stiffened. "Hey, what do you mean? I'm right here aren't I? Is it ghost story season? Xuedi, you have to work on your skills.""How many mysteries are there in Loen Academy?""What-""Please. Answer me." Sayet was desperate. Xuezhang looked at him strangely, but complied."The harp of Bovaly Lake. The phantom of the bell tower. The mischievous imp of the library. The moving skeleton in the science lab. The hidden corridor system of the grand hall. The divining spirit of the astronomy department. That's six.""There's one more."Xuezhang furrowed his brow. "Really? I don't remember a seventh.""There are seven mysteries of Loen Academy. The harp of Bovaly Lake. The phantom of the bell tower. The mischievous imp of the library. The moving skeleton in the science lab. The hidden corridor system of the grand hall. The divining spirit of the astronomy department. And," Sayet paused, the lump and fear in his throat making the words hard to say, "the Rolterdan murders. Xuezhang, you're the seventh mystery, aren't you? The fifth victim whose body was never found. The ghost that haunts the art building. It was you."Xuezhang barked out a stiff laugh. "What do you mean? I can't be dead. I'm right here.""Xuezhang, you're always wearing your uniform. Even that day we went out to the flower fields. It was a Saturday, a free day, but you still wore it. You never touch me, or anything for that matter. You always point or tell me what to do."Xuezhang looked down at his hands, visibly shaken. Sayet felt horrible revealing it this way, but all the little things that added up through the year clicked once he heard the story, as much as he hoped it was impossible."It can't be. I must have touched your works before, haven't I? And that day in the flower field, wearing a uniform was just convenient. I can't be dead."Without another word, Sayet surged forward. He wrapped his arms around the youth, only for the arms to go through empty air. Tears were now streaming down his face."I'm sorry, xuezhang. I'm sorry." There was a long silence where neither spoke, one from wrapping his head around the truth and the other from silently sobbing."I'm dead." Sayet looked up. Maybe it was because he was aware of his own condition, but xuezhang looked translucent, like he was fading away. There was some fear in his face. "I… don't think I can stay much longer. I already feel it tugging at me." A resolve settled in his eyes. "Xuedi, can I ask you to do one thing?" Sayet nodded.After the promise was made, Sayet wiped at his face. Now that Xuezhang accepted it, he seemed to fade even faster, but was smiling. "Hey, Sayet? Can I see your works one last time before you leave? I want it to be the last thing I see."Sayet ripped through his bag to drag out the sketchbook to flip through the pages. The first ones were doodles, small sketches of objects. Then more scenery and designs of clothes and models. And then the ones from this year, after he met xuezhang. There was obviously improvement after getting pointers. But most of the drawings from then on weren't scenes like the ones he chose to show. They were of xuezhang's side profile, xuezhang lying on the shelves, xuezhang's smile, xuezhang looking out the window. One drawing took up the entire page. It was that day in the flower field. They were early, but the field was full of fragrant blooms. Sayet sat under a tree while the other wandered aimlessly through the flowers. He paused in the middle of the field and a butterfly flew in his direction, fluttering around his outstretched finger and seemingly kissing his collarbone. Sayet captured xuezhang's gentle gaze and the delicate wings on paper. It was perhaps his proudest work. Evey line was made carefully and reverently. Sayet gripped the sketchbook tightly, turning his knuckles white."Xuezhang? I love you." There was no reply. Sayet turned around in the room. It was just him.He cried hard that day. The year was a year of firsts. First time living outside. First time sharing his drawings.First time falling in love.First time with a broken heart.   It took some digging, but he found it. A small box hidden in the back of the cabinet. He found the red ink pad as well and headed out to the hallway.The shanshui painting before him was beautiful. The lines were fluid, the composition balanced, the effect impressive.It wasn't done yet.Carefully, he pressed the stamp onto the corner of the painting. Two bright red characters were left behind.Sayet's eye traced the crimson lines."It's finished, xuezhang."'
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