Snippet #1986886

Masaru was about to speak to Hanone - ask him, perhaps, how he had managed to escape his raving fan-girls, or how long he thought it would take to wash the make-up from his face. He enjoyed taunting his young friend sometimes. It re-affirmed their caring relationship, strengthened the bond that only came truly into light when he and Hanone were alone in a room. Perhaps the other vampires found his playful jibes odd, but that was not really up to them, was it? Think whatever they want, he could still down any one of them with a whisper.

Yes, Masaru would have continued, but he was interrupted by the soft-footed arrival of a prefect girl. He turned at the soft triple knock, fixing his eyes upon her. Amaya - the girl he had aided earlier that day. B-type blood... not entirely unappetizing. His second favorite, perhaps, but that did not matter. Masaru, as a rule, did not drink the blood of humans. Only vampires, and only if tablets were not enough.

Silently, he came to his feet, casting a quiet glance at Hanone. All laughter had gone from him. Masaru could taste the concern in Amaya's tone - something had happened. Something she considered important enough to disturb an entire class of noble vampires. He could not afford to stand the girl up, if something was going on here, on his campus.

"I leave the class in your care, Hanone," he murmured to his friend, brushing by in silence. He ignored the eyes of the rest of the Night Class as he descended to meet Amaya at the door. "Shall we?" he whispered, smiling slightly at her before moving out into the hall.

He did not stop outside the door. So close, he would risk the superior hearing of his subordinates. He lead the way, instead, out onto one of the graceful stone balconies that decorated the buildings of Cross Academy. He did not look at Amaya when he came to a halt in the open air, nor did he say anything. It was up to the young prefect to begin this conversation.