Hearts Academy Ch. 02

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Disclaimer and Notes: Disclaimer and Notes: Hearts Academy is a dark horror/mystery story focusing on the reluctant feminization of a young artist. There are many themes such that cause it to be disturbing for those who cannot handle terror or dread well.

This is a sequel to The Rose Diaries. While the characters are brand new, it does reference events and characters from the previous book. However, you can get along perfectly fine without reading the first book. You'll just miss out on a bit of foreshadowing and context.

I hope you do enjoy this chapter if you decide to continue reading. If you do enjoy this chapter, please leave a comment/feedback and let me know!

Thank you.

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He left the art studio with a blossoming ache in his brain. He furrowed his brow as he searched for the answers to the questions that swirled in his mind. Each query seemingly more wicked than the last. What was Hearts Academy?

The empty halls of the school beget more questions that he failed to find the answer to. All that he knew was the cold hard facts that he had to hold dear to. It wasn't enough to cause a panicked scene or even an ounce of fear to flee back to his home. Instead, he only had himself to blame for his current feels. For while things were certainly strange, they were not cause for concern. There was only thing that truly gave him pause. The one truly strange thing.

The gender study that he had been convinced to join. The same study that everyone he had met had taken a part of. There were five others that he had seen participate in it and all five of them had chosen to forsake the masculinity that he currently wore proudly. There was nothing wrong with such an action and Dana would never ever judge someone for their own actions. After all, what sort of an artist would stifle personal expression? If gender was the medium that they wished to explore then who was he to say anything? Just a man sticking his nose into places that he did not belong. To give opinions that were not asked.

His thoughts occupied his steps until he found himself before his door. He glanced down towards the door to make sure of the lack of a ribbon tied haphazardly around the knob before twisting it and entering with a heavy sigh.

The others were sprawled about the common area as some sort of cartoon played out on the television screen. Cosette sat in the middle while Natalie lay across her lap and Jess held a thick book on her lap as she scanned the pages uninterested in the bright colors and sound coming from in front of her. He closed the door gently behind him and scanned the room for his two suitcases.

"Hello Dana." Charlotte called from the kitchen area.

"Hey Charlotte." He waved. "Have you seen my suitcases?"

"Oh, I put them in your room while you were talking to Mademoiselle Woods."

"Oh." He sighed. "Well thank you."

"Not a problem." She smiled. "How do you like her?"

"Miss Woods?"

"Yes." She nodded. "She seems nice, does she not?"

"She's very well spoken." Cosette added. "And very forgiving."

"I like her." Natalie said as she nuzzled further into Cosette's lap. "She's sweet."

"I do too." He smiled with a small nod. "I think she's kind, polite, and very knowledgeable."

"She's your mentor is she not?"

"I believe so?" He shrugged. "She's very much like me in the fact that she values her personal time. But I definitely feel that I can go to her for help."

"Good!" Charlotte smiled as she reached underneath the counter to retrieve a glass. "You deserve to feel welcome here."

"I do." He nodded walking past the common room to his bedroom. "Thank you for showing me around today everyone."

"Of course!" Cosette nearly sung. "It was our pleasure to welcome a new student such as yourself to our humble school."

"Yes, please don't hesitate if you have any questions Dana." Marie added.

"Of course." He nodded as he opened his door. "I'm just going to grab my sketchbook and my pens and then I'll be out of your hair."

"You aren't in our way, Dana." Charlotte called. He nearly leapt at the two twin blue suitcases standing on his floor as he tore open the one on the left and retrieved a small translucent plastic bin and a black marble ring book.

"No, I know. It's just an expression." He smiled closing his bedroom door once again.

"Do you want to stay and spend time with us, Dana?" Natalie asked when he returned back into the common room. He had never looked closely at her before. Despite her disheveled appearance she was quite beautiful. With her full pink lips and cute little button nose. Her soft demeanor and her almost delicate visage. She was someone that most other men would have been driven wild by her curves and voice. But she was simply a flame against Cosette's raging inferno.

It wasn't fair to have such thoughts. Such insulting and such filthy thoughts at someone who just wanted to be his friend, someone who had done nothing to him. Which was yalova escort (http://www.elitescorthatun.com/ad-category/yalova-escort/) what Natalie had done. All that she had been to him was sweet and kind. To compare her beauty and gawk at her like it was some sort of checklist she needed to fulfill for him made his stomach turn with disgust.

"N-No." He stammered as his head focused back on the reality. He shot a silent prayer to the heavens in hopes that not too long had passed since he had been absorbed in his own thoughts.

"Okay." Natalie said turning back towards the television and away from him.

"No wait!" He called to her as the realization of his words hit him. "I didn't mean it like that. I'd just like to be alone for now. I got inspired by Miss Woods' words to me and I want to work on my art immediately."

"It's alright." Natalie's voice was quiet and withdrawn. "I get it."

"I-I-I," He stammered before increasing his grip around his things. "I'm sorry, Natalie."

"It's okay." She offered him in that pathetic tone. "Go ahead."

He bit his lower lip as he rushed out of the room. He couldn't believe himself. He had hurt her in his attempts not to hurt her. What sort of sickening irony was that? It was an honest mistake. It was a honest mistake! He'd have to be far more careful with his words. The last thing he wanted was to make enemies on his first full day.

Dana stalked the halls with his own thoughts blinding him as he let his heart guide him. Perhaps a hand-made card would make it up to Natalie? Maybe a small comedic comic? Though, he hated that he would sink so low to even use his talent for such mundane purposes.

He couldn't help but gasp as he saw where his footsteps had taken him. Back to the closed hallway, back to the sighting of that strange shadow. He glanced over his shoulder and then behind him as his mouth dried up and sweat began to accumulate on his brow. There was something truly terrifying about it. About the idea of a forbidden hall in this academy.

He wiped the sweat away with the back of his hand before stepping backwards away from the door until his back was flat against the wall and the door across the hall from him. Even with the distance, he still could feel his heart race and his palms sweat. What was it about this hall that scared him? Was it the mystery? The unknown? He did not know. But what he did know was that it was raw emotion and he would harness it the only way that he could.

He slid down the wall until he was on the floor and removed a pencil and three pens from the container before setting it down beside him. Then, he drew a deep long breath into his lungs, and opened his sketchbook.

Dana didn't have any particular idea what had possessed him to draw the door, but he began to with photographic precision.

Much like the rest of the academy, the doors were old and beautiful. If he had to guess, they were constructed out of hardwood and painted white. If there were blemishes, he could see none. No chipping in the paint, nor scratches or dents. Much of the space was taken up by the gorgeous stained-glass windows of what appeared to be vines of flowers that curled around the edges. The flowers themselves ranged in hues of pinks and reds. In the center of the window was a large symbol of a heart placed in just the right spot so that when the doors were open, the heart would split in half. Below, twin brass knobs lay waiting to be turned and to reveal the majesty of what lay beyond the door.

He glanced at his finished piece and twirled the pen in hand.

"Hello, little boy." A voice called from nearby. He slowly raised his eyes until he saw the shadow from earlier staring back at him. Though, he could not make out its face nor its build from behind the stained-glass.

"H-H-Hi." He stammered as he nearly leapt away.

"No reason to fear me." It laughed. "Do you have a name?"

"Dana." He gulped with a nod. "Dana Morgan."

"Well, Dana, I suppose I have a question for you. What is it about this door that drives you so wild?"

"N-Nothing." He shook his head furiously.

"Oh now," It chuckled. It had the voice of a woman. A smooth, calm, and sultry voice that drove him wild. "Don't be like that."

"I-I'm not!"

"Do you know how long I have been standing here, Dana?"

His eyes widened as he shook his head. He hadn't see it when he lowered his eyes to look at his page nor when he was observing the door.

"I've been here for minutes now. Yet, if you weren't driven so mad then you surely would have noticed me."

"I'm not!" He shouted back at it.

"There are several empty rooms to your left and right. A library with plenty of tables and yet you sit in front of the door with your pen and paper without a care."

"What is behind that door? Who are you?"

"Me?" It laughed. "That's a surprise, Dana Morgan."

"I'm not a fan of surprises." He growled back at it.

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"That's enough." He had enough of its mocking tone. Enough of its taunts.

"So it is." It nodded. "The choice is yours to make. Ta-ta, Dana Morgan. Until we meet again." It said as it withdrew from the window and began to walk down the hall until it vanished from his sight.

"Wait." He nearly snapped the pen in half in his fingers. "Answer me!"

But the shadow did not return. He collapsed slid back down the wall and began to write in the margins of his drawings. Notes, secrets, and observations of this truly odd place. This door, this shadow, all of it that made his skin crawl and his stomach lurch. It was enough to drive anyone a tiny bit mad and he leapt headfirst into the madness.

He focused his gaze ahead to the door and did not dare to look away. The only thing on his mind was getting to the bottom of the mystery. But whatever he did...

Dana dared not to lay a single finger on the door. He just stared at it. He stared as sun began to ascend, as the shadows from the stained glass began to paint the wall and then his face with red light. He kept his eyes locked for possibly hours until after no sign of movement nor sound, he stood and stamped his foot on the ground.

"Fuck you!" He screamed after the shadow. "I'm not scared of a fucking door!"

But there was no response. Not a single movement. He huffed and puffed but there was nothing. He grabbed his book, his pens and pencils, and stuffed them back into his little plastic container. He wanted to scream. To yell back at it. But there was no point. All that it would do now would waste his breath and Dana knew that immediately.

He began to walk away. Putting the door firmly at his back when curiosity got the best of him and he turned.

Standing before the door was the shadow again and it laughed as it saw his face.

"What are you?" He asked as he saw the knob turn and the doors open. Standing before him was a young woman with long chestnut brown hair and skin the color of cool porcelain. Her lips curled into a crimson smile as she placed a slender finger to them and then beckoned him forward.

Dana did not dare to move. He did not dare to do anything besides stare at the strange woman. She wore a school uniform. A pressed white blouse with red vest and a black skirt. She had long slender legs clad in white stockings that ended in a pair of high heels. Over her heart, she had a heart shaped crest that matched the window which he could only assume was the school's.

"Who?"

She turned quickly on her heels and walked away. He could not help but to watch her hips sway with each step and what he loved most of all was that when she moved forward before she planted her foot, he could see a quick glimpse of her lacy white underwear.

"Follow me." She said. "If you would like, Dana." He couldn't help but to notice as he did so without a second thought.

"Answer me. Why did you hide behind the door?"

"Hide?" She laughed. "From what?"

"From me."

"Dana, I did not hide from you."

"Yes." He hissed. "You did."

"I stood behind a closed door waiting for a man who would not seem to leave. How do you know I didn't hide myself out fear?"

"You invited me in." He answered as he walked further and further down the hall with her.

"I did." She nodded. "But you refused."

"I did."

"Glad we agree." She giggled. "I'm Sherri St. Laurent, this is my fourth year."

"Nice to meet you." He sighed. "I'm Dana Morgan, this is my first day."

"Ah, that explains it."

"I'm glad one of us understands what's going on here."

"Oh don't be so cold, Dana!" She laughed. "This is the later years' hall. Only students with three years or more here can enter."

"Why?"

"Well, it's prestige. Something to reward those who have been here a long time. Besides, when you are as advanced as I, you might need the extra space."

"What do you study?"

"I study classical literature. Romances to be exact."

"That's oddly specific." He sighed. "I'm an artist."

"Really? I could not tell." Her voice was overflowing with sarcasm.

"So, you've been here for four years?"

"Of course!" She turned and flashed him a bright smile. "Why would I leave?"

"I don't know." He shook his head. "Where are we going?"

"There's a small study where I work. I'd like to take you there."

"I shouldn't-"

"Why?" She cut him off mid-sentence. He gripped his things tighter to his chest as he walked down what felt like an endless amount of space. What lay beyond the door had simply been another hall and like all the others, it had been devoid of life besides the two of them.

"Dana!" She laughed. "Where in the world is your sense of adventure?"

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"Ha!" Her voice echoed off the corridor and back to his burning ears. "I can't fault you there, Mr. Traveler."

"Listen, I'm going to go." He sighed. "I want to continue my art-"

"Continue sketching my door?"

"No!" He groaned as he stopped walking.

"Oh Dana," She laughed as she spun to face him. She was grinning from ear to ear. "You're so funny. I wonder what would happen if I..." Her hands raised to her chest as she unsnapped the buttons holding her shirt together and slid easily out of the vest.

"What are you-"With a flourish, she tossed her shirt into the air and he nearly choked on his words. The soft light of the morning bathed over her milky white skin cause her to glow like an angel to Dana. He didn't dare to blink, to breathe, or to look away. Sherri's smile only seemed to grow as slowly lowered her slender arms to hug her body. It had been less than two days since he had left home. Where the closest things he had ever come to seeing a woman's pure majesty was behind a computer screen. But Sherri did not cry out for god, daddy, or curse as she was railed from behind.

But she sure as hell made love to his vision. Her breasts, not small but not large, sat perfectly on her frame. Like two twin little mountain tops. She raised a finger to her nipple before slowly rubbing it in a circle. With her other hand, she began to push and pull her finger out of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the appendage. The piece of clothing came fluttering down behind her and she swayed ever so slightly as she slid a stray hand away from her breasts and down the front of her pants while the other took its place.

Sherri's face grew flush as she bit her bottom lip and he could see her fingers begin to move inside. She let out a loud gasp, a moan of delight and shuddered with pleasure. Steadily, she removed her hand and raised her hand to her face.

It glistened in the afternoon sun and her tongue flicked out and eagerly began to lap up the wetness that clung to her fingers.

"Care for a closer look, Dana?" She moaned.

His face turned crimson and he dropped his things on the ground before him. He didn't know what to do, what to say, so he ran in the other direction as fast as possible. Before his manhood would stir even further. Before he could even think about acting on the depraved thoughts that entered his mind.

Dana did not dare to look back. He just continued to run until he came to a large door and burst through it without hesitation.

He was in the back of the academy. The paved ground gave way to rich greenery and he could see that over the stone railings, he could see a beautiful flowering garden and a large white gazebo that sat out in the middle of the lawn with a few red cushioned chairs and glass tables. From over the side of the railing, ivy crept along the railings and down into the bushes below.

He doubled over for breath as he gripped hard and fast to the beautiful stone. It was cool and pleasant to the touch. He could see droplets of sweat falling down his face.

"Hey!" A voice screamed. "You okay!"

"I'm," He heaved. "I'm fine!" He shouted back. He raised his eyes to see a very concerned young woman staring at him from down the only entrance to the backyard, a wide set of steps. She was dressed in a similar manner as Sherri, but she had a glove over her right hand and held in her hands a recurve bow.

"Good!" She nodded before she drew an arrow from a stand beside her, nocked it, and then fired it down the garden to a target a far distance away.

He couldn't help but gasp as he saw it hit the center of the target and then she did it again. Then again. Then another time.

"Holy shit!" He cursed. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was tall, athletic, and gorgeous. Gorgeous as the sun is hot. Gorgeous as the ocean was deep. She had dark blonde hair that was tied back into a long ponytail and gorgeous grass green eyes. Her stance was perfect, her movements were full of grace, and he was instantly smitten by her as he had been so often recently. Another Goddess in the Garden of Eden of Hearts Academy.

"What?" She cocked an eyebrow as she nocked another arrow. "Is there something on my shirt?"

"No!" He shook his head. "You just fucking nailed those shots."

"Yeah." She chuckled as she lost the arrow with the same mythical precision. "I guess I did."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"You new here?"

"Yes." He nodded. "I'm Dana Morgan. I just came here from America yesterday."

"Welcome to France, Dana." She flashed him a white smile. "I'm Archer."

"Archer?" He rolled his eyes. "How about your real name?"

"Archer!" She laughed. "It's Archer."

"Come on now." He sighed. The entire time Archer couldn't even say her name with a straight face. "What is it?"

"I told you mine!"

"Yeah, you did." She nodded. "But you didn't have to, Dana Morgan."

"Is that not how introductions work over here? Are you some sort of wizard that can't tell people their names?"