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Amaya flinched at the cold touch of the handkerchief. His hands were shaking. Why? At one point she even heard him inhale a deep breath. She waited patiently for him to finish before snatching it back when handed to her. A frown painted across her lips, she moved closer to the fountain and rung out the cloth. What was his problem? Something was definitely up. Maybe that's why she'd wanted to meet up with him first - she wanted to see his reaction to her wound. And so far her image of him was rolling slowly down a long, steep hill towards a rocky bottom below. Sure, he was a great guy, but he was hiding something; it didn't take a genius to notice it, but you had to know him to realize it was there.

“Well, if you think it’s the right thing to do. It could have been, you know, a bear on steroids or something,” he joked.

"You little fucker," she scoffed, blank amber eyes finding his face through her thick layers of hair.

“Sounds pretty spooky to me. Yeah, I guess you’re right. If it’s a vamp gone bugfuck or something, it’s probably one of his charges.”

She shrugged. "Just be careful," the blonde said. "When we meet up with the other prefects, we'll talk more about precautions and such. We can tell the Day Class that there have been recent sightings of pedophiles late at night or something. That'll keep most of them in their dorms."

Now to get to Masaru. Amaya had wanted to talk to him anyway, but this gave her the perfect opportunity to actually follow through with her desire. "I'm heading off to talk to Masaru. Maybe we can get the night class to be on the look-out." She fixed her jacket and shirt, though loosened her bow around her neck to give her back some breathing room. Into her pocket she placed the handkerchief; she made a mental note to wash it later. "By the way," she said, glancing at Shike with a stone expression. "If you have anything important to tell me, I want you to say it, you understand? Hiding something from me isn't going to do you any good. I can help you."

Giving him one last momentary look, she brushed past him in the direction of the classrooms.