Sour Cherry

Chapter One: First Day:

Mosh looked around the vast campus of Tokyo University. His first day as a freshman here began. The mouse boy took in a brave breath. I can do this, thought, I’m not in high school anymore. Make the most of yourself this year. It took Mosh three times to pass the entrance exam. This time finally paid off. A huge goofy grin came over the mouse’s face.

“Here I go!” he shouted aloud. The freshman hurried away to his first class of the semester. Today was Tuesday and he only had three classes today. His first class went on rather uneventful; not surprising. This was the first day after all. The same was said for this second and third classes. Mosh expected to have a rather easy day today. However, his last class of the day came up around seven in the evening.

The creative writing class he signed up for was a last minute add-in. Mosh needed to fill up his semester hours and the guidance consular stuck him with this class. The mouse boy shrugged his shoulders when he reached the door. Can’t be too bad, can it?, he thought. Mosh walked inside and took a seat in the front row. He noticed that there were only ten people in this class. Mosh didn’t think much about it.

His ears perked up when he heard high-heels clacking across the floor. A dark-skinned kitty girl walked up to the front desk. Her milky brown eyes scanned the room of six boys and four girls. A small smirk came across her face as she pressed her palms against the desk.

“Good evening, class,” she greeted her students.

“Good evening,” the students greeted her back. The kitty raised an eyebrow at her.

“Come on,” she said, “I know you’re tired, but hang in there. Let’s try that again.” The professor drew in a breath. “Good evening, class!” she said out loud.

“Good evening!” the students shouted back. The dark kitty smiled at the results.

“Much better,” she said. Mosh tried in vain to take his eyes off her long black tail as it swayed from side to side. He searched for the reason why he found himself drawn to such a woman right away, but came up with blanks. The kitty professor smirked when she finished writing her name. Her sweet, mischievous eyes locked on Mosh in the front row. She licked her lips with a flicker in them.

“My name is Noiz Johnson,” the kitty announced to the whole class in a tone that commanded superiority. Though Mosh couldn’t explain the sinking feeling that he got at the time, that night would send him into a spiral of a strange sex-driven semester. Noiz pointed right at him without taking a single second.

“You,” the professor said, “Stand up and tell us your name.”