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The Teacher's Pet Project Insert: Alexander's First Journal Entry

Dear Journal,

I'm not really sure what to say. This is the first time I've confided in you, or anyone, about anything. I guess I should start where it all began. By "it all," I mean my issues.

It was my first semester here at Grandere's Academy for the Magically Gifted. I was ecstatic; by attending this school, I had a chance for a brand new beginning. I reached a new mile stone in my development as a mage; I could develop my art, puppetry, with support from elder mages; having friends was finally a possibility. I was ranked D due to my inexperience in actual magical practice, but my family trained me with practice puppets since I was a cub, so I knew I would advance quickly.

I was bullied by a lot of kids in middle school. I was picked on for my weight. As a tanuki, having a big belly is really nothing out of the ordinary. However, that didn't seem to compute with the other students. I got called a huge pawfull of names--brown and serve, lard gut, fatty, hut. My prosthetic often got strange looks from everyone; there was even a teacher who commented on how I got what a "clumsy little cub" like me deserved. Once, in the gym showers, some of the other boys took it and made me play a game of keep away. And the fact that I wasn't interested in sports didn't help matters. A jock once came up and forced me to do all his homework for the entire semester, saying that a fat nerd with a stub for an arm should feel honored to have a chance for his associating with me.

But, that was all behind me. I looked forward to all the new mature, intelligent, and respectable furs, scales, and avians I would meet here at Grandere's high school division. I was disappointed, though. A lot of the kids from my old school transferred in with me. They were in different departments from mine, but I'd still have a daily reminder of how worthless I was during lunch, walking to and from my dorm, or another time the teachers weren't looking. New kids who I met heard about me from my old classmates and word spread; soon even those who had never met me avoided me like the plague. So, everyone I knew in my first year eith bullied me or altogether dismissed me.

Then, my plans for the future were shot. I've always wanted to perform with my puppets. I come from a long line of proud and accomplished puppeteers. My father, a police chief, masterfully manipulates his puppets to help catch bad guys and minimize casualties. He is so quick and detailed in his execution of operations and patrols. My mother, who is a doctor, uses her puppets to care for patients in the emergency room of a hospital. Her expertly detailed puppets, along with her ability to project emotions into her marionettes, makes her a prime example of how one person can truly make a difference in people's lives. From watching them, I decided I too wanted to help people. I wanted to become an actor use my puppets to put on productions and take the audience's collective mind on a journey. However, according to my parents, I am not fit for acting. Another hope dashed by reality.

So, my first semester was shit. My fellow students ostracized me, and my parents constricted my dreams, even to the point of choosing two of my three areas of study. I was beginning to lose my optimism. For a brief time, it came back when I met him.

Nobu Bushido...

I still find myself thinking about him from time to time. I don't know why. Maybe it's because meeting him, my first love, was the event that started the entire chain of events that made me the boy I am today.

It all started one day when I was studying for my first Basics of Mana exam. I was sitting by myself in the academy garden looking through my notes. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, appeared a hybrid. He was a jet black wolf, with red scales trailing covering the tops of his arms, legs, and paws. He stood there in his black cloak, marking him as a fellow student. He was admittedly tall, built, and handsome, with his red eyes, perked ears, and confident heir. At first glance, I saw everything I wanted in a mate and lacked in myself.

He stood there with a noble bearing as he offered me a paw and said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Nobu." He flashed me a perfect, white, sharp smile as he asked, "Might I enquire as to your name, cutey?"

Of course, being the naive, eager freshman that I was, I sheepishly responded with a more than apparent stammer, "I'm A-A-A-Alexander."

"You know," he began through a beguiling giggle, "you're even cuter when you're nervous."

From that moment on, he had me. I was hooked by the bait he put out for me, and he reeled me in with very little resistance. He called me his beloved little secret. This was because he had a certain lady's man image around the school to uphold. He said that he loved me but had to play hetero for his family, friends, and everyone else. I went with it. After all, he was the first guy to pay men any kind of positive attention. I figured that having to be his secret would be worth getting to be with him.

I was his devoted pup. I ran errands for him: getting his books, cleaning his dorm room, cooking his meals, doing his homework. I even pleasured him on several occasions during our brief time together, sometimes more than once a day. I ran my paws over his knotted shaft to bring him satisfaction with my nimble fingers and dexterous pads. My hands spent many an hour on his musky taint and firm balls. He'd always have me licking my lips as he called my name in a soft, yet audible whisper. Although he never returned the favor with even so much as a kiss, it was enough just to know that someone wanted ME to be their source of sexual and emotional desire. For the month or so I was with him, my every inner passionate need was fulfilled; however, that changed when I found out the truth about him.

One day I was on my way to the garden to bring him his lunch. I remember stopping to smell the wall of red roses that were in bloom when my ears happen to catch the sound of Nobu talking to another person on the other side of the hedge. I peeked around the corner, not wanting to disturb if it was anything important. The man I saw was older and wearing a silver robe. The wolf in front of my then beloved hybrid was a tall man who looked as if he could tower over a horse. He had dark grey fur and jet eyes that were as deep and infinite as a black hole. Although he spoke with a deep, gruff voice, he had a tone of causality with the chamelupine.

"How is everything coming long with your underclassman pup?" the elder male said to Nobu.

"As well as can be expected," he began lightly in response. "He's devoted, loyal, adores me, and does his best to make sure I want for nothing." He held the beautiful smile that I loved to see on his face every time I saw his face, which, along with his words, made my heart flutter with love for him. Then he suddenly changed his tone to a more sinister one. "His family's connections are right within the pad of my paw."

The two of them shared a laugh while I felt my heart split jaggedly right down the middle. It took everything within me not to scream out loud from the proverbial knife that was shoved and twisted into the small of my back.

I was snapped back to the present moment by the sound of Nobu interrupting their combined amusement to state, "It's been fun, Uncle, but I have to go meet my little pup at our usual randevú spot."

I didn't hear the canid's response because I ran over to the meeting place as fast as I could. I got there with just enough time to catch my breath and barely managed to catch my breath when I heard him approach behind me.

I accosted him with what I heard. He snarled at me and declared that I should've been happy just to be privileged with his attention. He continued by saying that, if I dropped the subject, I'd get the continued pleasure of his company and he'd even let me service him orally. I told him that he could, "go find another boy to take advantage of," and to just, "get some God damn work ethic and earn his lot in life" instead of having others do everything for him. He clasped his hands together and spread his arms to summon a sword, which appeared in a radiant, blue light. He pulled the shimmering blade out of the black scabbard and discarded it, brandishing the weapon with both paws as he took a fighting stance.

I responded by thrusting my arms forward, calling forth Twin Masks in a flash of white light. The weapon, which was two wood and metal gantlets that covered halfway up to my elbow, was one of my first creations. The gauntlets were curved at the fingers, and each came together to form a mask representing theater, with a black tragedy mast on the left paw and a white comedy hand on the right. I took my own stance and prepared to do battle with him.

It was a stale mate at first. I managed to block most of his slashes, both physical and mana projectiles. He had superior speed, but my heavier set body made me hard to knock down. He lowered his guard when he got mad and began to slash more wildly. I used Twin Masks' hidden mechanism--extending fingers with sharp points and bladed sides--and knock him back when he blocked them.

I remember him baring his fangs at me as he declared in an agitated and disdainful voice, "Alright, you fat, geeky, waste of a mage, you want to see what I can really do? Then fine! I'll show you not to mess with S ranked Nobu Bushido."

He planted his blade into the ground, kneeled behind it and began to chant an incantation.

The decorated warrior has his blade unsheathed,

at the sight of his challenger.

The life of the briefly blooming tree is extended for a few precious moments,

as time almost stops.

Those who are not in the battle are forbidden from lifting so much as a finger,

while the pink petals fall from the sky.

Two combatants shall now face each other,

under the witnessing eye of the Sacred Cherry Blossom.

Sensing something big was coming, I tried to take the chase to run away and find a teacher. I ran into an invisible wall. I turned around to see I giant sakura tree had been erected by the boy who had just broken my heart and now looked intent on doing me bodily harm. Pink flower petals fell gently from the tree and seemed to dance around the area. I now know that it's something call and Inner Sanctum, a projection of the caster's very soul.

He trembled and breathed heavily as he used the hilt of his sword to help himself up. He laughed through his breaths and declared, "This...is a new...trick I just learned...It took...more of my mana than expected...but it's worth it to teach you a lesson...After this, you'll be a perfect little pup and do as I say." He had gained his second wind, but his body still shook slightly. "This tree behind me is making sure that we remain undisturbed during our battle. As long as it stands, you can get out, and no one who sees us can get in," he said a sinister smile crossed his muzzle. "Now the real fun can begin."

Suddenly, he disappeared. It was then I realized that he could camouflage himself. Now, not only was I disorientated by the constantly moving sakura petals, but also I couldn't see him. I did manage to hear the slice of his blade through the air, and jumped forward to narrowly dodge it. I ended up falling onto my face. I screamed in pain as I felt him digging his clawed footpaw into the small of my back, laughing maniacally.

Out of desperation, I did the only thing I could think of; I raised my paw and fired a mana bullet at the tree. When the energy struck the tree, Nobu yelled, and I felt him stumble off of me. I took the chance to get on my knees and to take aim at the tree. I lightly shook my arms, causing the fingers to detach from Twin Masks. I used mana generated strings to quickly guide the sharp claws and impale the trunk of the sakura. As Nobu reappeared and fell onto the ground, I focused on the tree. Using as much magical energy as my arms could conduct, I sent mana through the strings and overloaded the tree; the mana construct exploded in the next instant.

With his mana drained, my ex-beloved barely managed to stand on his feetpaws. He snarled at me one last time before disappearing and running away; the sound of his feet could be heard in the grass.

I struggled back to my room, trying not to move my back along the way.

I was called to the headmaster's office the next day; which was strange because Headmaster Poe was on a tour of other mage schools around the country. I arrived at the headmaster office to be greeted by Nobu and the wolf he talked to the previous day. As fate, in its infinite wisdom, would have it, that tall black lupine was Assistant Headmaster Astral. What happened next is still too painful to go over in great detail, so I will briefly summarize what took place in that room.

The wolf said that I was a bad pup for starting a fight with an upperclassman. He decided to look the other way, but only if I was a good boy and forgot it ever happened. When he said I had no proof, I turned around and lowered my robe to show the bruise his nephew left on me. He quickly placed his paw on my back and healed the mark Nobu left; then, he placed his paw on Nobu's back and transferred the mark onto his backscales. He threatened to frame me for what happened if I resisted anymore. To push his point forward, he made me relinquish my precious Twin Masks. Before I left, he told me that I was doing the right thing for the school, the very thought of a D rank freshman defeating an S ranked upperclassmen was would look bad for the school's image. He sarcastically thanked me for my "sacrifice," and I left.

Now, in my third year as a student of Grandere's, the incident still affects me to this day. I don't trust anyone. Why would I? My fellow students only seem to judge me and use me. I can't have confidence that any of the teaching staff have MY best interest at heart. I constantly argue with my instructors and the other boys. Headmaster Poe has started calling me to his office almost every week to readme the riot act. I don't think he knows about what happened, but how do I know he doesn't share the feelings of that despicable wolf? I've been taught to resect everyone around me. But what the FUCK have they done to be worthy of respect.

I'm beginning to get upset and need to get to bed soon. Write later,

Alexander