Sonny Koizumi's Story

Mavis always woke up early, which is why she was at her class so early. She looked upon the few students in front of her class, either slacking off, sleeping, or talking. Rarely any of them were studying, and the ones that were well... It wasn't surprising to her though. She wasn't given that much respect as a teacher because of her age and being a student also. The only respect she was given was for being serious and strict in some way, no one looked her beyond that.

It's not as if she really minded though. This was daily, this was life. As a teacher, she had to deal with these things, always being the calmest and most accepting one, no matter the circumstances, which was why she was so open to letting people sleep in her class, 'It'll affect their lives if they don't pay attention in class the next time we all go on a mission...' She thought with a sigh but shook off this unpleasant feeling and glanced at her papers she had to grade and sat up straight in her chair before grabbing a pen and beginning to write.

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Yuen woke up early, and by accident because his alarm was on and he didn't turn it off the night before, seeing how he'd always do that, but just because he hated waking up early. Usually, he'd wake up late, leaving behind first, second, third, maybe even his fourth period if he felt like it. The first year, his teachers were always angry at him for skipping his classes, but after him staying for so long and constantly repeating all his mistakes, all the teachers got used to such habit.

Slowly, he rolled off his bed, hitting the ground with such force it probably woke up the other heavy sleepers the floor below him. And yet his hand missed the alarm clock, leaving it still to ring as he brought himself off the ground, the blankets along with him. He brought his hand forcefully down onto the clock and stood up with a wrathful look on his face before heading for the door, partially dressed and undressed. He went on a mission a day before, and got really tired while trying to change out of his school uniform. He didn't care about the weird looks he got from his dorm, so he just headed straight for class, not knowing what time it was and that school wasn't even about to begin just yet.

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Xepher lit a smoke before putting the lighter back into his pocket and looking up at the sky from outside the academy. He wasn't the type of principal to be lying around and doing nothing, so what he did in the mean time was talk to a few of the kids or just simply welcome the freshmen or newcomers, since there were people of many ages.

It wasn't creepy or anything. He was the principal, sure, but he was so young. Even a few students and teachers were older than him, but that didn't really matter to anyone apparently. Xepher was the type of man that was easy to talk to, the type of man who anyone could open up to, no matter the age or gender. It was the same both ways since he felt mutual.

He looked down at his watch to check the time and noticed that it was 7:45, "Seven forty-five kids! Make sure not to be late, alright?" He laughed and watched the few students he talked to walk off and run into the distance, 'Really... these kids are so interesting and funny to me...' Xepher told himself, taking a breath of fresh air for himself.

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Jitsue was sitting underneath a tree, holding a book up to his eye level and scanning it quickly. To most people, it looked like a regular book, but he was studying human emotions, since he's a demon himself. Although people suspected him to be a human, he was most definitely not. He, along with three others, were the people causing so much trouble for the school, and yet no one knew, other than perhaps one; the principal.

He always had his eyes on him, being wary, but around the students, he knew they never suspected a thing, so he was able to read these books and be normal around them without any worries. Still, he acted normal, just in case.

There, underneath that tree, he waited for three other people who were just like him; demons. But they were demons who also caused trouble and stood undercover in the academy to learn weak spots so they could attack when needed. Instead of takling to the students who passed, he waited for the other three of his kind to talk to. He never liked humans. In fact, he hated them with all his life, 'Just to get rid of them would be a long life well spent...' He though with a small smile while his eyes switched from the book to the passing students, still searching for the three he was waiting for.

Eira tore down the path that ran through the school grounds, once again she was running late for her meeting with Jitsue - Her most favourite time, a time that she could share with him, without Jitsue telling her to leave him alone.
There was no way in Hell that she had a crush on Jitsue, no, she could never and would never allow herself to let that happen.
No, she felt something much stronger, like a completely and utterly devoted, um, 'companion'?
Yes that's right, she was looked up to everything he did and would do anything for him.

Ramming into many people along the way, Eira did little but laugh as they fell over or yelled at her - What did she care? They were scum to her, completely beneath her so quite frankly, they deserved it and she couldn't wait until their little world soon started to come crashing down around them, which she knew would happen in good time, Jitsue promised her that.

Turning a corner, she can to a stop by the tree he had chosen and sure enough, saw him sitting quite beautifully and patiently underneath.
"Oh Jitsue," Eira begins, feigning not to know that he would be waiting for her, "What a coincidence seeing you here.." She continues and then realises that they are, indeed, alone.

Finally, none of the others were here yet; She had Jitsue all to herself.

"Mind if I sit with you?" She purrs, letting the words drip off of her tongue, Eira rather liked to think of herself as the master of seduction - Despite her manic appearance.
Dumping her bag onto the ground, she lets her eyes wander around the expansive school, wondering what was taking the other so long, not that she minded being alone with Jitsue.

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Sonny let his hand slam hard - Well, as hard as a puny fourteen year old, that looked around nine - down on that annoying alarm clock of his.
Why had he let his mother coax him into thinking it was a good idea?
Rolling over and snuggling deeper into his covers, Sonny managed to yet again let himself fall into Dreamland, forgetting all about class.

Until he woke up half an hour later, panicking and bolted to get everything ready.
He still had yet to do his homework and now he was very late for class! He really was useless.
What was he thinking, going back to sleep like that: He'd put the alarm on much later than he should have anyway, but now, now he was well and truly 'screwed'.

"C'mon Sonny," He hisses to himself, "keep yourself together."
Before exiting his room and slinging his blue backpack with small ducks on, onto his back.

Rushing out the door, he quickly grabs a handful of candy from the small bowl he keeps hidden behind the hall table and runs all the way to class, bursting in tired and out of breath he manages to get out a small "Good morning Miss, sorry I'm late" before collapsing in his seat.

"Good morning Miss, sorry I'm late"

Mavis looked up from her paper work to see little Sonny, one of her youngest students she has, and has ever had before. She found him a such a kind hearted little boy, but knew he was capable of many things. She judged people well, and she could tell such easy things with just a glance. But she was the teacher, of many classes actually, so she actually knew most of the students by that year. Most of them.

"It's fine." Mavis answered, turning back towards her paper and putting the whole stack to the side since class was just about starting. She didn't mind students coming late either. If they were late, then they were late. Unlike most teachers, whether they were in high school, or an adult, Mavis had little care if they came late. Perhaps it was because they were her age? Or maybe it was just because she left it up to them? She didn't really know herself, but that was fine leaving it that way.

Just as she was about to get up and tell the class what they were going to do for the day, she heard another voice, this one being a little less familiar.

"Excuse me miss"

Mavis turned from her desk and saw a white haired young man, someone she didn't recall seeing, "Yes?"

"I've been granted allowance to attend to classes as a spectator, So I was wondering if you would allow me to stay in the background for this class?"

The black-haired young woman stared at him for a while, wondering if he was a new student, or just someone passing by who could see demons. She didn't know, but wasn't exactly willing to ask any personal questions, so she simply nodded and nudged towards the classroom where students began to seat themselves, "Go ahead." Mavis got up to the front of the class room, but then said, "But I'm not exactly allowed to let any random person enter the room. May I ask your name?"

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Yuen Tatabana

Yuen, while walking to his class, let out this loud and obnoxious yawn as he walked through the hallways. A bunch of students moved away from each other. One even ran away, pushing through the crowds and rushing into some classroom, most likely not his first period. Yuen was already used to this though, but he was quite angry at the thought of all the poverty in this school between demons and humans, despite some being alright and average, such as him.

Still, it was natural. He was probably the one and only demon who exclaimed his race out loud, without even caring about what other people thought. Well... maybe it did get to him once or twice... but it's not as if he really cared that much.

Finally, he made it to his class, walking to the door and seeming to glare at his teacher, even though she was talking to someone else at the moment. He knew her hatred for demons, and he was certain she, too, knew about him, so he growled and walked away to one of the back seats, since he barely tried at all anyways.

Yuen kicked back in his chair, feeling a slight pain from his past mission and twitching a bit because it was a bit painful, but ignored it. He wanted to push himself to the limit, so the only thing that would make him pay attention in class today would be the teacher announcing them getting out so they could go kill more demons, as always.

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"Oh Jitsue. What a coincidence seeing you here... Mind if I sit with you?"

Jitsue didn't hear the girl in front of him at first, just reading on until he heard her ask to sit down next to him. He so lost in thought that he thought it was another one of those filthy exorcists again, about to shut the book and try his best to force a smile towards them until he looked up and saw it was Eira.

She wasn't 'normal' like any other exorcist, or even demon. They were close, perhaps you could say, but not in a sort of friendship. It was confusing, he'd think to himself. It's more like they shared a common goal, in some way. After all, the reason the two joined was to get rid of all the exorcists, every. single. last. one, "No problem, Eira. Glad to see you so early in the morning. That's some surprise."

But it wasn't just those two, there were two others as well, the other female who had just arrived, "Hey, What's up?"

Next came Makoto, another young woman who shared the same goal the other few people had. Unlike usual, when he needed to force a terrible smile and do some acting he always hated, he now put on a new smile, though it wasn't one that looked normal you could say. In some way, it sort of looked mischievous, or sadistic while he answered, "Nothing much. I'm just thinking about how much I've grown tired of seeing all these kids wander around with such high goals, like exterminating all demons or killing Satan. It's silly really. They can't even notice me in their school." He seemed to have chuckled a bit.