Danny yawned as he slowly stopped onto the school bus. Christmas and New Year's vacation was over and it was the first day of the second semester of school. Nothing excited had happened over break, it had been a typical Christmas. Most of the time he spent it alone trying to perfect his drawing skills, or simply reading a good book. He was sort of glad that school was starting because it took up time and gave him something to do, but he hated the school work.

He quickly found an empty seat and put his book bag beside it so that no one else would sit with him. Danny always carried a black book bag that was covered in many different kinds of pins. He then slipped on some headphones and began listening to music.

Tsubaki stepped on the school bus. Not alot of students were on yet, so she picked a seat way in the back and stared out the window. Her break had been pretty boring, except for a few strange dreams. She rummaged around in her backpack and pulled out a book. Though after getting a headache from reading while riding the bus she stopped. Putting the book away, Tsubaki studied the other students.

Maxes' adoptive mother followed him to the bus stop, making sure that he took his pills and was okay. "Okay, okay...I'm fine." This bus approached the stop. "Well, I just want you to be healthy." She kissed him on the forehead went back inside of the small house he called home. He walked onto the bus and looked around, hearing what the other kids were saying. "Wow, Maxes is going to school." "Did you hear?" "About him going to the hospital again? Yeah." Maxes sighed and sat in the empty behind the bus driver. Hope today goes by fast... He thought as he began to read is huge book.

Pounding music could be heard from a girl's headphones as she practically danced onto the bus. Her music was loud enough to be heard but not loud enough to be complained about. She walked up to the first seat she saw that didn't contain a living thing. She pushed a boy's black book bag toward him and noted the pins decorating it. She slid her neon green backpack off her shoulders, and as she sat down, she dropped it in front of her. The backpack was covered in Sharpie doodles of monsters and musical things as well as some random person and animal drawings. On the very top of the backpack in fluorescent orange capital writing it said "KAYLEE".

She closed her eyes and wished she was back at her old school. She had just transferred to Eclipse High School this year and was already noticing the differences between this school and her last. No one really seemed to stand out here, everyone had their separate cliques, and no one was like her. Kaylee didn't really care though, so she kept her smile.

Sierra stared at the bus stop post as the bus arrived slowly and sighed as the doors open. 'I hate taking this stupid bus. It smells weird, it's slow, and everyone is way too loud. Plus some jerks like to throw stuff at my head when I'm not paying attention...' She thought and as she stepped inside, she combed her hair carefully with her fingers and picked an empty spot behind a dark haired boy and a colorful girl listening to music. She sat next to the window, took out a notebook and began to draw while tapping her feet on the floor. She wore dark blue skinny jeans that were tailored to fit tight and had the square outline of her phone wedged in her left pocket. Her soft, velvet-like maroon jacket remained unzipped and the drawstrings dangled from the sides and some of the design on the front began to peel off. She wore a simple black tank top and a studded choker rested on her neck. As she drew, she tapped her left fingered rings together to make noise. Sometimes, she'd look up to watch other students or if the guy and girl in front of her moved.

She stopped drawing after a while, put the notebook away, and resumed to stare outside the window and yawned. "I didn't get enough sleep last night... I only got 9 hours..." She quietly mumbled, knowing no one would hear. Even if they did, she knew they wouldn't react to her.

London sighed as she saw it come down the hill, her eyes half lidded. You could barely make out the bags under them through her make-up, but they were there. A black rose pin held part of her long, pink hair back, revealing the black strands beneath it that reached just below mid-back. She held her backpack over one shoulder, a cup of coffee in the other hand as she yawned. Usually students rested over the breaks, but this was her fourth all-nighter, and she was going for seven. Heck, she had gone anything she could do to pump that adrenaline this break! Jump off the house, not eat anything for a week, go into the wrong parts of down late at night. She even picked up a book and started reading about devil-worship because her father told her it was dangerous! She would be safe... Hopefully.

As the door of the bus swung open, the pink haired girl trudged up those pesky stairs and closest seat: behind the driver. Someone else was there, but she just muttered a quick "Yo." Not even seeing who it was, just setting her bag down next to the seat and taking another sip of coffee.

(Sorry i'm being slow..Unusual circumstances keep coming up and distracting me)


If anyone had said anything to Danny, he hadn't noticed. When the girl with the colorful had shoved his book bag, he just put it in his lap and stared at the window. He sat silently listening to music, and thinking about the strange dreams he had been having. All throughout Christmas breaks, he had been having strange dreams about a blonde boy with spikeyish, and blue eyes. The boy held some giant key as if it was weapon. Normally Danny would've dismissed the dream as being a typical weird one, but after having multiple dreams about the same boy, he wasn't sure what was going on. He had no real friends to turn to either. At school he kept to himself and was considered a loner.

After about ten minutes, they finally arrived at the school. He slipped on his book bag and got off the bus. Eclipse High School. Home of the Warriors. The building was two stories high, and was pretty big. The school's colors were black and white, which sort of made everything seem dull. Around the school was a McDonalds and several other little stores, as the school was located in the city.

Danny knew the drill already. After break you have to pick up your schedule from the mess hall. He quickly picked it up and looked it over. Mhh..got all the boring classes first...guess i'll head to English now.

Tsubaki had dozed off during the bus ride. A strange dream was going on while she slept...

A girl and boy were in front of her. The girl looked exactly like her, but the boy she didn't reconize. Tsubaki couldn't here what they were saying but the girl looked like she was dying and she began to crystalize. The girl disappeared in glowing light and then the only thing left was a seashell. Tsubaki walked up to the boy and tapped him on the shoulder. "What's going on?" She asked him. He looked up and his eyes widened. This time she could hear. "Xion?!"

The bus stopped suddenly and caused Tsubaki to hit her head on the seat in front of her. "Ow!" She yelled. Rubbing her forehead she stared outside the window. "At the school already?" She grumbled. "Might as well pick-up my schedule." Tsubaki rushed off to pick it up.

(Had writers block for a while. xD)

Sierra stepped outside the bus and adjusted the straps of her messenger bag over her chest and stared at the school. 'I didn't miss you one bit,' she thought as she puffed her cheeks up a little and sighed, 'I guess I should just get my schedule...' She lugged over to the mess hall and picked up her schedule. Suddenly, a smile creeped around her face as she read the schedule.

'Hell yeah, I have art in the morning and again at the end of the day.' She cheerfully thought, completely ignoring the other academic classes, 'I have... history first though. What a bummer.' She stuffed the now folded schedule in her jacket pocket and walked to the building she needed to go to, hugging friends along the way.

"Room... 27..." She mumbled as she looked around in a confused way, "I am so napping in this class." She spotted the classroom and slowly walked inside and took a seat in the back of the classroom. The teacher gave her a look as she began to draw in her notebook again. They made eye contact and Sierra pretended like she didn't notice him. She silently snickered and continued to sketch.

Pit lived relatively close to the school. It wasn't that big a deal to him. Even if he was already twenty minutes late. The teacher wouldn't care. No one usually did. Well ok, it's not that they don't care, it's just that showing up late was pretty much expected of him now. So he took his time, trudging up to the school, in his usual ripped jeans, and his tank top. It wasn't dressing inappropriately, but the teachers all look down on this kind of conduct. Again. Pit didn't care.

He headed to the mess hall and grabbed his schedule. "Lemme see here...history? Snore!" Pit was about to skip, when he saw that he was to attend room 27. Mr. Mori's class. Sweet. Mr. Mori hated him. It was perfect. "Guess I could pay the guy a visit!" he said as he sauntered off down the hallway.

The door to his room was closed, but Pit simply walked in, without bothering to knock. This effectively threw Mr. Mori off as he snapped at Pit. "Mr. Viere. Why am I not surprised."

"Good ta' see ya' too, teach'!" Pit winked as he took his seat in the back of the class.

Mr. Mori was not amused. "Well, since you seemed to have come tardy, again, guess how much detention you'll get this time!"

"Ah, it's only because you like me teach'!" Pit retorted. They both knew that Pit wasn't going to show up for detention any time soon.

Xeraph slowly walked down the streets to school. He never took the bus, seeing how many people where on it. He couldn't stand being around many people at once, especially loud ones. He was twenty minutes early when he arrived at the school, and entered its doors. There were some people walking in the halls, talking and laughing with one another. However, to Xeraph, they were nothing more than grey, faceless beings. That was how he saw the world. Everyone was the same to him, and none of there lives had true meaning. Each and every one of them clung to each other, scared to be alone. In a way, he found it comical.

Xeraph entered the classroom, sat down in his desk, and patiently awaited his first class, history. When the teacher arrived, he opened his book and began to read, completely ignoring the teacher. Everything was in the book, and he could teach himself far better than the teacher could. However, about a half hour into class, the door opened, and a student entered. The class stopped, yet Xeraph continued on, but when the student began to disrupt his train of thought with his banter, Xeraph looked up. He recognized the person, yet never bothered learning his name. Names where of no use to him. Why must he disrupt class like that? Does he find some joy in it? How irritating... Xeraph thought as his eyes turned back to the book, continuing to read.

Sierra looked over when a student with short and spikey light blue hair walked in and watched the teacher and him distract others. She was curious, but remained silent, trying not to giggle or smile. She noticed that there were more students in the classroom than before and one that caught her attention because of his blue hair reflecting a little from the light. This gave her more to look at, or to get distracted with. The teacher was busy with the other student, so she slipped her notebook out from underneath her history book and started sketching again in secrecy. She looked back and forth to see if the teacher noticed her drawing, but he was still talking to the other boy.
Sierra slouched in her seat and began tapping her fingers along her desk quietly as she waited for class to resume. She could start drawing when he uses the projector board and turns the lights off. She yawned lightly and adjusted her falling-down choker.

Kaylee sighed as the boy ignored her and closed her eyes, concentrating on the beat of the music. A few minutes later the bus jolted to a stop and she got up and left it, her short, rainbow hair bouncing as she walked. She went in search for her schedule and a map of the school, but mostly she just danced across the school grounds.

When Kaylee finally got her schedule, she freaked, "Class started half an hour ago?" She raced down to class, ignoring anything around her.

She slipped in the door and found an empty seat, hoping the teacher didn't notice her. Of course that would be a bit much to hope for, seeing as how she was wearing florescent orange jeans, a see-through green T-shirt with a blue undershirt, a ton of neon bracelets and necklaces, along with her green choker and her rainbow hair. Altogether, she stood out quite a bit in the class, much unlike her old school, in which she would have blended in just fine. Kaylee didn't really mind it though, standing out or not. She glanced over at another student's book and flipped open to the same page he was on and started reading.

English is such a bore. Danny sat and listened impatiently as the teacher explained everything they would be covering the semester. Pointless. Pointless. Pointless. I hate pointlessness. Suddenly, the teacher stopped moving. Everything went silent. Danny looked around the room and everyone and everything was still. What the hell? He stood up and looked around, confused. Then there was a flash of light, and a black wristband with silver letters appeared on his..wrist. XII: Key of Destiny. Before he had time to question things, noise came back and suddenly everyone was moving again.

"Mr. Night? What're you doing standing up? Do you have something to say to the class?," said the teacher, and everyone turned to look at him. He quickly sat back down and wondered what the hell was going on.

After London had pulled her sleepy self off the bus and gotten her schedule, the pink haired girl caught herself in a window reflection. God, she looked horrible! So what if she was tired? She still had to keep up her look! With a new sense of awareness, she continued her way to the ladies room, not caring if she was missing her first class. Once there the let the door slam shut behind her, her converse patting the tile as she walked to the mirrors, dropping her bag by her feet. After a moment of searching, the girl pulled out a black make-up case with neon pink stripes, opened it, and let the flaps unfold to show the many shades and types she owned. A mere 15 minutes later, cover-up hid the black bags, eye shadow and liner pulled the attention to those grey orbs. She pulled the brush through her hair and pulled back some of the pink strands once more to pin back with the black rose.

With a final glance in the mirror, she smiled. Who cared if she cared about her appearance? London, personally, didn't want to walk around all day with what looked like sharpie marks under her eyes. The girl reached for her cup of coffee, eyes still on the mirror before they were pulled away to a flash on her fingers. "What the heck...?" She mumbled, pulling her hands up and examining the brass over her knuckles. XI the left read, her eyes flashing to the set on her right hand. "The Graceful Assassin..." She spoke the words out loud, blinking down at the neat, cursive lettering engraved into the metal. "Ha! That's cool! When did I get these?" London chuckled, holding her hands away and flipping the around to look at the brass knuckle set. A few more moments of admiring them, she chuckled, rolled up her make-up, stuffed it back into her bag, grabbed her coffee and backpack, and left. "English, first, eh? Great..." London mumbled, quickly getting to the room, slipping inside and taking the closest seat available, hoping against hope that the class' distraction with the other boy in the room would keep it off her.

Tsubaki stared bored at her teacher. History was first on her class list, but she hated it. She stared at the keychain on her backpack in the form of a seashell. Then something on it caught her attention. The roman numerals XIV were on it. Unhooking it she stared at the symbols. "Fourteen? When did that get on there?" Then someone tapped her on the head. "Ms. Inukari! Are you listening?!" Startled she jumped up and gave the teacher a quick nod. Then sat back in her seat.

Dawn arrived at the large school. she zipped her sweater back up and approached the office.
" Um . . . hello. I'm knew and i haven't gotten my schedule yet." she murmured to the woman at the desk and she looked up.
" Your name?"
" Diliculo, Dawn."
" Okay . . . I think you need to get your name straight. Its Dawn Diliculo, not Diliculo Dawn." the woman said in a tasteless joke and handed her a schedule.
" Thanks." she said and rushed out of the office.
" History first. Great." she groaned and looked at the time. She zipped her black sweater again and then took a breath entering the class room. It was some sort of work time, luckily and she slid over to the teachers desk.
" Hi. Sorry I'm late but-"
" You must be Ms. Diliculo."
" Yeah. I'm-"
" There is a seat back in the corner." she said waving her away. " Go on." Dawn sighed and approached the back sliding her ear phones up her sleeve so that she could prop on her arm and look like she was working. she switched her favorite song on and leaned on her arm she looked at her desk and examined the sheet. It was about some war and she sighed. All this stuff was boring why couldn't something exciting happen like- The room went black. Her song faded out and she looked around getting up slowly she looked around. Suddenly there was a burst of wind and her red hair was throw in all directions and 6 spears surrounded her. The Whirlwind Lancer she heard echo and finally a chain necklace floated around her neck with the spears all spread out though lying atop each other.
Finally coming too she looked around. the Air conditioning was the great wind but the thing that puzzled her was her necklace. It was made of chains but now instead of the stupid cross her mother made her wear there sat the necklace she had scene.
" Hope she doesn't notice." she murmured and sat back down again attempting to do the boring work sheet.

After completely dozing off, Sierra felt something strange wrap around her neck and her choker fell off onto her lap in her sleep. In her dream, she saw herself from a different point of view. She walked up to herself and she noticed something glow around her neck and the area around her was completely black. She heard someone, or something, whisper the words, "VIII. Flurry of Dancing Flames." It echoed through her mind, and awoke her to reality with a light gasp.

She disrupted a few around her, but was quiet enough not to bring full attention to herself. She felt something on her lap and she saw that it was her choker, just like her "dream." She figured it was because the strap on it was broken, but as she went to re-attach it to her neck, she felt a light chain in it's place draping onto her chest. She stared at it and lifted it up so she could see it clearly. It looked like a bright, but strange looking flame with the roman numeral VIII on it. She flipped it over and saw the words "Flurry of Dancing Flames" messily written on it.

As she went to focus back on the classroom, her vision became blurry, and she got a sudden fever. She tried to resist the feeling of her instant sickness, but it was slightly unsuccessful. She felt her head meet the desk, and she fainted for a few moments. It didn't look serious, it only looked as if she fell asleep again. She remained there for a while. She had a feeling in her mind that no one noticed.

Pit sat in class, not really listening. He leaned back on his chair, just day dreaming. He noticed something odd however. Sounds were being distorted. Like...they were slowing down. Glancing back around the class, it seemed as though everything was moving much more slowly. And it continued to slow until everyone simply stopped dead in their tracks. "...what...??"

There was a glow from his hand that blinded him for a minute. Pit shielded his eyes, and looked back at his hand once the light died down. On his hand was a ring on his finger that he usually never wore. Well, he already had three other rings on his hands, but this one was one he never saw before. It had a large "X" engraved on it. "X? What the heck does x mean?"Pit asked aloud.

"Well mister Viere, maybe you can find out during algebra class." Mr. Mori retorted in an annoyed voice.

Pit blinked. He looked around. The other class mates were just staring at him. Apparently, time reverted back to it's normal state. "S-sorry teach. But you know how I am. Curious...and...stuff." What was that though...? He asked as he stared back down at his new accessory.

After class Xeraph headed over to the library, where he would spend the rest of the day doing his part-time job as a librarian. When he entered the library, the librarian, Ms. Tsuki looked at him and gave a kind smile. She was relatively young, with short brown hair and hazel eyes.
"Oh, Xeraph you're here. You are such a great help. Thanks for coming." She said. Xeraph looked at her with a blank expresion.
"I come here because it is quiet. Do not take it for anything else." He said coldly, as he began to pick up books and place them on their respective shelves. Ms. Tsuki gave a small sigh.
"The same as usual, huh?" She said as she watched him. The library, as usual, was empty, save for the few students who came to do research for projects and such. When it was empty Ms. Tsuki spoke. "So, how was you're day?" Xeraph responded with a glance, and continued his work. She sighed again. "You really don't like talking, do you. You've worked here for almost a year, but you never speak. Is it that you don't like me?" She paused for a moment. "No, it's more than that. You don't like people in general, do you? I can tell by looking into your eyes. You've had a rough life..." Xeraph stopped.
"My past is of no concern of yours. There is no need for me to associate myself with others. In the end all I need is myself." He said coldly. He then turned and headed for the exit. "I am done for the day." He said as he left. Ms. Tsuki slouched in her chair.
"That guy...sheesh. He really needs to open up..."

When Xeraph left, the moon was out. He found it, calming, and quiet. The streets he took to get home, where empty, seeing as most people where inside or away. Suddenly, something at Xeraph's feet caught his eye. It was a large silver bracelet. Normally, he would ignore such a trinket, yet, something compelled him to put it on. As he slipped it around his arm, a feeling overtook him. A cold, empty feeling swelling up in his heart. He clutched his chest, the feeling uncomfortable, however, soon he stopped, getting used to it. To him, it felt, comforting, as if he was abandoning all of his useless emotions. Upon the top of the bracelet was a roman numeral, VII, and on the bottom, the words, "The Lunar Divider" were enscribbed.
"The...Lunar...Divider? What does that mean?" He shook his head. It mattered not. This new bracelet gave upon him a peace of mind, and he intended to keep it.

As the bell rang, Sierra awoke slowly and stumbled around to stuff her materials back into her backpack. She yawned and forgot about fainting or anything; she thought it was a dream. As she made her way to the door, Mr. Mori mumbled something to her. She turned around to face him and he gave her a look. She felt shivers crawl up her spine and she quickly twirled around and exited the classroom.

Inside the hall she reached inside her pocket, after dropping her messenger bag on the ground, to read her schedule. She was struggling to unfold it and the wrinkles made it hard to read. She squinted to see the small print easier and realized she had art class next. She suddenly grinned, shoved the paper back in her pocket and bent down to get her bag. She swung it over her shoulder and happily made her way to her next class. A few of her friends noticed her and hugged her as she went to climb the stairs, which distracted her for a bit. Before she went up, she looked back to her History classroom and saw students going inside for the next class of Mr. Mori's.

"Good luck..." She mumbled and turned around to continue going up the stairs. She pulled out her iPod and picked her favorite song. She knew her art teacher would allow them to listen to mp3 players in her class. She had him last year, anyway.

Dawn stared down at her schedule and smirked.' Art. good.' she had always liked art though she was awful at it. still grinning she went to her locker and threw her stuff in and pulled out all of her materials. she made sure her ipod was charged and then headed to class. she saw one girl get hugged and rolled her eyes 'pointless annoying preps' she thought but said nothing. upon arriving to her class she picked a seat farthest in the back left corner and pulled out her notebook and began to doodle.

Kaylee got up from her seat when class ended and peeked at her schedule.

"Art? Ick. Art's so... Charcoal-y," she giggled as she left the classroom, dancing down the hallways to her next class.

She stepped in the room and chose a seat around in the middle as she placed her earbuds in her ears and turned on Jumpin' All Over The World by Scooter and the pounding techno music filled her mind as she absently hummed along. Other students could likely hear her music and might have gotten a bit annoyed by it, but Kaylee couldn't really tell between her music and her eyes being closed.

Dawn watched as a girl sat in the middle of the chairs. she could hear the music coming from her I-pod and grinned. Jumpin' All Over The World, Fine choice. she thought and began to draw the girl. Hey I'm actually doing pretty good. she thought as she continued to draw.

Sierra approached the classroom's door as she adjusted her headphones. She made eye-contact with the teacher and politely nodded and walked up to him to talk. She was pretty casual with her art teacher, Mr. Sho, seeing as he was her favorite. She scanned the classroom and took an empty seat from the left of the middle. As she pulled out her sketchbook, a few other students were already there, listening to music or drawing. She glanced down at her unfinished sketch from earlier, and began to shade in the character's weapon.

She changed her song to No Other by Super Junior and lightly smiled and tapped her left hand's fingers to the beat against the table. She kept the volume at a good enough amount to where she could hear it, but others might hear the light beat to it. She looked around to make sure she wasn't annoying anyone with it or to where the teacher could hear it.