Chapter 1 - Where Dreams Supposedly Began
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© by Leonidus Lionheart
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Chapter 1 - Where Dreams Supposedly Begin
"Dreams never change. They never go away. They only evolve and take upon the real you."
Within the City of dreams, a city built up from nothing but aspiring dreams to better one's own life, rested a school. A school that was ranked as the worst school that was built up from one man's dream to allow the students to develop and became a person of their own. It not only did that but it was to help shape these people to evolve. Those who knew their dream and pursued it with a passion were all ready within the community and making that dream of theirs real. As the founder once said, "Dreams never change. They never go away. They only evolve and take upon the real you."
Since the school was founded, it has produced the world's leading individuals and many of them endorsed the school, making it the most profitable and prestigious school there was. That, however, was during the time that the school's founder was still alive. When the founder passed away from natural causes, he passed the school down to his niece, a promising young girl who made a valiant effort to keep the school afloat. With the changing times, the school itself faded into the past like the rest of the city. It is said that those with dreams not strong enough will fall into the shadows and become just a thing of the past.
It was a place like this where everything started for this story even this one school has full of mystery surrounding its forgotten past.
"Class is just, how should I say, boring," complained a male seated upon a desk while looking at nothing in particular.
"Did you do that assignment? You know, that 'What's My Dream' assignment?" asked another male who was seated upon the floor and looking up the first male.
"That was a lame assignment. No one would want to do that. All I did was put down what I dream of dead people and rotten corpses. That'll surely make the teachers crack up," laughed the first male.
"You shouldn't take the assignments so lightly. It's good of them to help us realize our positional!" exclaimed a female voice within an innocent tone that almost sounded of mockery. She quickly snorted at the end and laughed along with the males. "As if!"
These three was just a small fraction of the number of students who complain about the way the school is now run. They are nothing more than the run of the mill wanderers who do not have a dream of their own, nor do they want to have one. Most of the students want to leave this "pointless excuse of a city" and make a living in places like Los Angeles, California or New York City, New York. They want to become top dogs of a corporation but in reality, that's not their dream. Like all who attended this school, they all had a dream when they were young but no one ever told them that it was something that they should do. In fact, these three specifically have been told that they should just get more realistic jobs like being a doctor or a fire fighter. Those three, however, do not matter. Not until later on anyways.
Within another part of this old school sat a white tiger, looking down at his coffee mug and within deep thought. Steam rose from the mug, wafting around the tiger's face as his light blue eyes looked into the murky mug. He wore a simple black t-shirt and loose jeans that did not define or show the body he felt uncomfortable about. Standing at a height of seven feet, he looked strong and powerful but seated upon an old chair, hunched forward, and looking into the coffee made his strength fade away into the stress that riddled his mind and body.
"Kids these days," mumbled the tiger, taking a drink of his coffee. The bitter taste of the drink made him feel alive, even only for a moment, and allowed his thoughts to process better thinking about whether or not to even attend class today.
The clock ticked against the wall as he started to become more aware of the room he was in. A dripping sink started to fill his ears and even the chirping of feral song birds resonated through the air from an open window. Soon a fridge was running for a few moments to circulate the air within to remain at a steady, cold temperature.
His cell phone started to vibrate on the table, resting within arm's reach but he did not reach for it. The thought of picking up a call that he knew was from his current boyfriend made him shy away from the guy even more. Reluctantly, he had to look at the phone because he was expecting another call from someone else as well. Quickly, the eyes scanned the visible screen and made out the words "Buff Boy". That was his secret name for his boyfriend, someone who he regrets ever hooking up with now.
"Aren't you going to pick that up?" asked a voice from the doorway that was soon followed by heavy steps into the room.
The tiger looked up and saw a canine, a blue husky, dressed in the same manner but with a navy loose dress shirt that was not even tucked into his jeans. A neck tie of red and silver strips loosely hung around the collar and looked like he wanted to dress within a formal manner and simply threw the idea out of the window. Standing at six feet and five inches, he was quite the talker when he wants to be but stuck out within society because of his blue colored fur. A green tint his eyes always showed how happy the male was. The shining light that would usually escape those that are under a lot of stress and under a lot of work that has still yet to be completed.
"Well? Aren't you going to pick that up?" asked the husky after seeing how the tiger appeared to not have heard the question in the beginning. Slowly, he walked up to the table and stood opposite of the tiger with his paws pressed against the edge of the furniture.
The tiger picked up the vibrating phone and felt the vibrations before sending it straight to voice mail, gritting his teeth lightly upon the idea that he just did something to his boyfriend. Yet, he felt satisfied as well, something he has not felt in quite some time. It showed in his eyes and in the faint smile that appeared upon his face.
"Boyfriend trouble again, tig?" asked the husky with a soft chuckle that was also quite amused.
"He won't shut up. He's too clingy now and won't leave me alone. I...I don't know if we're made for each other anymore," sighed the tiger, taking a long drink of his coffee that was now tasting quite strange now that it was cooling down. After placing the back down, he looked up at the husky. "It's like he just can't seem to let me have my alone time for just an hour of the day. Just yesterday he sent me a day's worth of text messages about what he was doing. My phone is not Tweety!"
"Calm down now. There's no need to get angry over him. Wasn't your boyfriend a lot better in the beginning?" inquired the husky, trying his best not to laugh at the tiger's misfortune.
"That was over two months ago. Now that we're comfortable with each other, he can't seem to let me go. It's almost like he grew up from a dysfunctional family," complained the tiger, looking away and letting out a quick sharp breath. "His dream is to live with someone who would not leave him. He's had countless boyfriends who left him just because he's so clingy."
"Break up with him then. He'll have to leave you alone then," grinned the husky.
"If only it were that simple. You're lucky you never got clingy girlfriends, Cy."
"Oh, I've had my fair share of them but they ended up breaking up with me," laughed Cy. "Just go and date somebody else and then tell what's his face that you're cheating on him. That's the best course of action!"
The tiger sighed and shook his head before looking at the clock upon the wall. The time stopped at the large number twelve, something no one has ever bothered with fixing due to the fact that it always broke down within a few days at the same exact time. He wondered if Cy's course of action would be something he should do. Yet, he's unsure if that would even work at all. Everything he thought about in regards to his boyfriend always ended up in him prying the male off of his arm just so that he could go home and sleep in his own bed alone.
"You're too much of a nice guy to be doing that, aren't ya?" asked Cy, keeping his eyes upon the tiger and grinning softly.
"Just get to class or else your students are going to go riot," answered the tiger before getting up.
The chair slid back smoothly and Cy had to look up since the tiger stood at a height of seven foot even, not liking the fact that there was at least one other who is clearly taller than himself. Cy always took pride in being the tallest of his graduating class that it made a lot of men envious of his height. He got all the eyes of the females who passed by but whenever those females asked to go out on a date, he would politely decline before making fun of them behind their backs. Something he did on purpose on a normal basis.
"Are you going to go or not?" asked the tiger. During Cy's brief moment of obliviousness, he walked past the husky and left the room with soft steps in his wake. There was a swish in his tail but everything else about his frame appeared to heavy with worries and concerns of his own. Although he did not show it, Cy knew something was up, but more importantly, so did the tiger himself.
"Tig..." whispered Cy as he watched the tiger walk down the hall way. "You gotta stop being so hard on yourself. It's ruining your health."
Cy ran down the hallway and caught up with the tiger, going around in front of the male and forcing him to come to a halt. He looked up at the tiger and clenched his lower jaw before opening up his maw even though the words ultimately failed him in the end. The thoughts that swarmed within his mind was mainly about the tiger's health. How he was doing. How things were going within his life. What the tiger was going to do later in the day. Yet, everything he thought of somehow lead to the same conclusion. It did not matter what the husky asked since the answer was going to be the same. The tiger would only say that he was just going to go home and wait for tomorrow to come.
"Cy? Is something the matter?" asked the tiger with a quirked brow.
"No. There's nothing wrong. I was going to ask you something but I completely forgot about it," chuckled Cy weakly before letting go of the tiger and backing away. "I think I'll just head to class now. Got students to teach and help you know."
The tiger had never seen Cy act the way he was. For one, Cy was never one to actually go to class and have the want to teach his students anything that would prove useless in the end. Second, verbally saying that he was going to do just that also told the tiger that something was obviously on the husky's mind. A strong urge to just confront the husky about the problem did not prove anymore helpful. Neither did the time. The large clock tower within the center of campus rung out loud, booming all over the grounds to notify that class was going to start soon. With a grim look, quickly walked past the husky.
"We're going to talk later," spoke the tiger within a firm voice as he walked.
"What!?" exclaimed the husky, having never heard the tiger ever take upon a voice of command before. A tiger that usually appeared more like a push over turned out to be firm as well. It was surprising to the husky to say the least.
"We're going to talk later. Now get to class like you said you were going to!" called out the tiger before turning a corner.
The husky just stood there, dumbfounded upon how he heard the tiger. "Him? Firm? He was always a..." Cy stood there a moment longer before walking in the opposite direction and headed towards his classroom, confused about what he just heard and what was going to happen. One way or another, something within him gave him the feeling that things were only going to get worse and not better. Not better at all.
Within another part of town, at an international airport rested a feline, waiting at baggage claim for his luggage to appear upon the carrousel . Several others were waiting around the carrousel as well but everyone had someone to talk to as they wait. The lone feline was listening to music through white ear buds that were stuck into his ears. He looked no older than just twenty years of age. Eyes of crimson that did not look at anything and a grim expression that had some of the bystanders worry if the male was all right. None approached him however. Standing at a height of six feet and seven inches, the lion towered over the waiters, clearly standing out even though just his large muscular size alone could do just that. A white t-shirt clung to his upper body with an open white dress shirt that rested just on top of it. Tan sandals upon his paws and dark blue jeans that looked bigger than they should be covered his lower body. The square shoulders appeared tensed but only the best of eyes could notice the tension that was within his neck and shoulders.
The sounds of his music and the people are him suddenly broke apart when a loud blare came from the machine followed by an announcement. "The conveyor belt is now moving. Please stand clear. I repeat. The conveyor belt is now moving. Please stand clear."
The darkish brown mane shifted lightly when the feline lifted his head and heard the announcement. Oddly enough, as everyone was preparing to retrieve their bags, the feline left, bending down lift up a large back pack and walking off with it. A large duffle bag contained everything he needed. He made his way outside of the airport but slipped into a restroom for a moment to freshen up. Upon entry, he was in for a rude surprise.
"Jack. You're pushing too hard!" moaned a voice from one of the restroom stalls just as the feline walked up to a sink.
"Sorry, hon. I'll lighten up," answered a second voice from the same stall as the first one.
"Hm?" murmured the feline softly as he just stood at the sink.
With ears poised, he listened to the sounds of two voices, one moaning softly and the other making soft grunts. They were trying to be as discrete as possible but since the feline was alone, he heard everything. Curiosity tugged at the edges of his consciousness and, reluctantly, he placed the duffle bag onto the ground gently. The feline tail flicked gently as he walked towards the stalls. Rather than walk right up to a door and opening it up, he slipped into an empty stall and made use of the toilet. As disgusting as the usage of the toilet was, he had to make use of it to peek into the other stalls in order to find where the two voices were coming from.
"Faster, Jack," moaned first voice once again, panting quietly.
"I'm going as fast as I can without making too much noise," grunted the second voice.
Using his sensitive ears, the lion figured out that the two were at the farthest stall from the door and moved over to see just what was going on. Slipping into the second to last stall and standing on the toilet once again, he peaked into the last stall. Immediately, he blushed and his tail froze in midair.
Within the stall was a pair of grey wolves. They were standing upon the toilet, which did look quite hard when you're holding up the other party and thrusting upward into their rear. Jack, the one that was thrusting into the other wolf, was the one grunting with his face buried into the other wolf's neck. It was quite obvious now that they were mating within the restroom and from the looks of things, both were still clothed. The moaning wolf, the one getting thrusted into, held onto Jack, moaning his name louder and louder, digging his claws into the jacket that Jack wore. Jack, on the other hand, lifted and lowered the moaning wolf into his thrusts, grunting and moaning softly as he appeared to be reaching his climax.
The lion blinked a few times and quickly left the stall, being silent as felines are known to be. Yet, as quickly as he tried to leave the rest room, it was already too late.
Jack's quick thrusts into the other wolf increased when the feline left his stall and started to leave. His knot swelled up and was forced into the other wolf, who yelped and cried out in both pleasure and pain. The short thrusts encouraged the two closer to their climax. The moans and grunts became louder, echoing through the restroom at this point and not caring as to who would walk in and hear them. Jack's thrusts became faster, harder, and shorter when the other male groaned loudly and shouted out Jack's name, releasing his cum all over Jack's chest. Jack, in turn, came right after the moaning wolf did, filling the moaning wolf up with his own cum. As short as their ejaculation was, they kissed within that one stall and murmured softly to each other, words that the feline could not hear easily.
"I've stayed to long," muttered the lion, walking out of the restroom after readjusting an "itch" that appeared within his pants. Lucky for him, the baggy jeans covered his discomfort during his trek to the outside. Once out, he hailed a yellow taxi and quickly got in.
"Where to?" asked the cab driver.
"Lactrin Falls," answered the feline, looking out the window.
To the feline, the world fell away from his eyes, turning into a mush of colors that did not even look clear or allowed him to see what was waiting for him on the outside of those four doors. Actually, he was lost in thought about several things but one thing always stuck out. The idea of love, a vague topic that can never be answered completely continued to pop out. He swore he would never fall in love again but the idea and thought of it was always floating around his head. His body, aura, and words conveyed his thoughts upon his take on love now. A heart filled with nothing but hatred and ill feelings. Something that will definitely be a land mine for anyone to come across.
His mind returned to what he saw and heard within the restroom. The sound and sight of the two males mating kept his discomfort strong. It bothered him for the most part and it simply did not make him happy either. He dashed it from it mind only to be replaced by the thought of how long it has been to hold one that he loved. One whom he can hold and commit "sins" with within the comfort of their bed. It gnawed upon his thoughts and ate away at him so much, that the thought of head to a bed started to make him feel slightly ill.
"On second thought, take me to that once famous school," spoke the lion ten minutes into the drive when he started to not like the idea of going into a place with a bed.
"Sure thing," answered the driver as he headed his new destination.
The school was all ready within sight when the feline changed the destination. Both the driver and feline were looking at the once majestic school. All the lion could think about was his dream. A dream of happiness that he wishes to fulfill someday soon.