âSounds like next door is enjoying themselves.â Kane commented as the sounds of profuse swearing and smashed objects was vaguely heard through the walls of the next door dorms. Over the past three days, it certainly seemed like the building next to theirs was a lively one, and he was more than a little curious just what went on over there. Still, he didnât really get to see the occupants very much â Whether they left late or went to some other classes or something, he didnât really know. Well⊠Maybe heâd go introduce himself at some point if he saw them. Stretching a moment, he pushed off the window sill, already prepped and ready for class. Closing the door behind him and locking it up, he casually walked down the hall to the main entertainment room, hopping onto the couch as he patiently waited on Claireâs arrival. Heâd made a couple of friends in the first few days at the WDL, but for the most part, heâd found himself hanging around Claire the most. She was an easygoing and friendly girl, and never seemed to mind when he tagged along with her after class or anything. Unlike him, Claire had been hugely popular at the Academy by comparison, getting more than a second glance from the boys, and making fast friends with the girls. She just seemed to⊠fit in. It was an envious quality, seeing her seamlessly slip into conversations and groups. Still, when all was said and done, sheâd part ways and return home with Kane. No shopping. No movies. No dates⊠During the walks home, heâd been tempted to ask why she⊠Well, chose to hang around him rather then all the other students. After all⊠Heâd seen what some of the other students said about him to her â And knew sheâd lost a number of friends because she decided to stick with him. So then, why did sheâŠ
âHope you werenât waiting long.â Claire jogged in slowly, straightening out her shoes by lifting her leg a moment. Seemed she was running a little late this morning, for whatever reason. She was dressed neat as always, a pale yellow blazer with black cuffs and golden highlights and buttons, white undershirt and black tie and skirt, rounded off with her formal shoes and white thigh-high stockings. Around her neck, a slim silver necklace encrusted with a single ruby red jewel was the only accessory she had, along with some simple stud earrings. Kane appreciated all this in a moment, before sitting up, smiling.
âNah, not at all. Just got here myself. You set for class?â Nodding, Claire and Kane headed out the door, joining up with the rest of the students on their way to class. As they walked, they didnât really say too much, but that was probably because of the way she was rapidly making her way through the people. It was just a bit faster then a comfortable pace, almost like she had somewhere to be. Kane did his best to keep up, but all of the sudden, he lost track of her.
âClaire?â Kane called out briefly, before turning towards a loud commotion off a bit in front of him. It was quite a scene, Claire rubbing her back and wincing a little, having been knocked to the ground by⊠a young boy? Kane hurried over as the two were getting up, both dusting themselves off.
"Shoot, no! She's gone... Damn it!" The boy trailed off at the end, seemingly having lost someone amongst the crowd. He turned to Claire, apologising for his actions as Kane arrived, the two nodding at each other acknowledging his arrival. Claire smiled a little, gesturing for the boy to calm down.
âItâs alright, really. I should have been watching where I was goingâŠâ By now, a little bit of a crowd was gathering, though Kane had no idea why. Well, it was a bit of a tumble, but Claire was alright, so he didnât see why everyone needed to stop and stare.
"... Look, I -- I'm just here to find someone... A woman. Can you please help me?" Kane looked to the boy⊠Then to Claire, who met his gaze as well. She brought her hand to her chin, thinking for a moment, as Kane did the same. Well, the kid seemed a little worried⊠Maybe they could help him. They did have some time before class, and who knew? Maybe they knew who he was looking for? Besides, they were good people. It was his responsibility to help those in need wherever he could.
âSo who exactly are you looking for?â Kane asked after a moment, standing up straight as he looked to the crowd, some of which had dissipated.
âI-I donât know her name exactly sheâs tall with black hair blue eyes-â The boy continued to spout of his description at a record pace, Kane barely able to note the key features. After politely asking the boy to calm down and start again, he managed to get the full story. A biker girl about 20 years of age; tall, black hair, blue eyes, pale skin. As Kane tried to think on anyone he knew like that, he turned to Claire.
âYou know anyone like that, Claire?â She seemed to be deep in thought, more so then before as she eyed the kid over, interjecting with her own line of thought rather then answering Kaneâs question.
âSo why do you need to find this womanâŠ? Sorry, I didnât catch your nameâŠâ Her question was inquiring in nature, though the boyâs response was somewhat cryptic in its own way.
"Thomas, that's my last name so call me by that. And I need to find her because she has something I need back." Claire nodded, seemingly unfazed by the weird introduction as she continued her line of questioning.
âSo whatâs her name?â The boy grimaced a little, his face tensing some as he spoke.
"...That's the problem... Never got it. We were separated too fast." He still seemed a little panicked, though his panting had slowed down now as he continued to scan the crowd. Just why did he need to find this girl anyway? Well, she was a biker. Perhaps sheâd done some evil deed to this kid and he was tracking her? Could she have stolen from him?
âSo did she take something from you? Is that why you need to find her?â Kane asked, before taking a small step back as the boy quickly gave his response, clearly still on edge.
"NO, no! She needed something at the time, I was kind enough to give it to her, but unfortunately we got separated before she could give it back..."âHuh, wellâŠ-ââKane, go on ahead and see if you can find this girl. Iâll stay with Thomas and see what else I can find out.â Claire interrupted Kane and met her gaze with his. It was a little odd⊠Her look was filled with such intent, Kane didnât quite feel he could say no, even if he wanted to. Instead, he simply nodded.
âAlright, Iâll be back soon!â Turning on his heel, he sprinted off into the crowd, darting through people.
âExcuse me! Sorry, coming through, urgent business! WhohHoOOaaa!â Kane staggered as he tripped and fell into the ground again. Man, why did he always have to be so clumsyâŠ
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Elsewhere, Claire began to walk Thomas away from the enquiring crowd, claiming that sheâd handle things from here. True to her word, she steered him into an alley, making some small talk as they moved further and further from the crowds of peopleâŠ
"...Aren't you a bit young? To be here I mean. You know where this is, right?" She looked back at him over her shoulder, keeping a close watch on âThomasâ. The boy was glancing around, seemingly still quite nervous as he fumbled together an answer to her question.
"I'm only fifteen. And I'm a guest, recently got moved here because, well... What do you think we got separated by?" Claire stopped, looking about the alley theyâd pulled into. This would do⊠Turning to face the boy, she smiled again, remaining innocent.
âIâm not sure. Why would I know something like that?â She narrowed her eyes a little as âThomasâ muttered something under his breath. Unknown to him, she knew every word both he⊠And his company had said. Slowly, she leaned back against the wall, folding her arms and looking down on the kid with a look of superiority
âAnd I donât trust you, or that thing with you.â She paused, taking in the look of surprise on the boyâs face, pushing off the wall as she moved in closer.
"You know, you're a pretty poor liar⊠A guest who just happened to fall out of a guard's uniform? You're only lucky that Kane is as clueless as he is, and that Iâm the one that you stumbled into."Thomas seemed to back up, but a quick glance behind him revealed he was cornered. He sighed, looking away as he mumbled out his response.
"If I told you the real reason, you would consider me a stalker. Look, three days ago me, her and three others were brought to this... I don't know, place for some reason. All they had us do was sit down as they... Well, revealed to us a secret. Then we got attacked. That part, I did not lie about. I was trying to run after her, but... Well, I ended up going the wrong way, got stuck in this place full of demons, and now I have this 'thing' following me around wherever I go... You don't have to trust me, but I am not a murderer." All throughout his speech, Claire slowly made her way closer, her shadow looming over the boy as she was less then a foot⊠then an inch away.
Carefully, she moved her hand up to his faceâŠ
âH-hey, what are you-â And then, with one swift movement, swiped her thumb against his cheek. The effect was instantaneous, the holy water fizzing slightly at the contact with the demonic skin, Thomas wincing and calling out slightly in pain as he rubbed his cheek. Claire however, had stepped back, looking down at him.
âI knew it. Youâre one of them.â Wiping her hand free of the holy water, she looked back to the boy as that âotherâ voice began speaking again. She wasnât certain who or what that was, but itâd been around this boy the whole timeâŠ
"Fine, you want to know? He is half, but he speaks the truth. Don't buy it? You don't have to. But if he really was a demon under my master's control, would he -really- be this stupid?"The boy and the demon began to bicker amongst themselves, Claire ignoring their discussion for the most part as she searched about her bag, pulling out her glasses case. Finally, the eye began to speak on something a bit more interesting then the child he was babysitting.
"And besides, a bloody invasion is rumoured to be happening at any god damn moment... Do you think he would even be here, much less talking to you or your clumsy friend, without so much as even trying to manipulate or kill either of you? Besides... You can hear me. That means you aren't entirely human yourself." Claire froze a little at those words, then smiled, laughing a moment as she pulled on her spectacles, adjusting the bridge with a finger. The glass shimmered a moment, as if glowing; and the floating eye in front of her became clear as day. Turning towards it, she spoke.
âYouâre mistaken. But that doesnât mean youâre stupid. Which makes me wonder why youâre here, looking for her of all people.â Claire narrowed her eyes a little. They were an uncalculated variable⊠But the fact they were looking for Ash⊠What did that mean? Did Hell have plans for her? Or was this something else entirely? As the two descended into another bickering, Claire could only question the sensibility of the two in front of her. A crush. Did they honestly expect her to believe that? Continuing to scrutinise them, she calmly raised her hand for them to stop, before speaking.
âI don't entirely care what you two do then, but..." With sudden ferocity, a blade of light came from seemingly nowhere, impaling itself into the wall between Thomas and the eye.
"If you get in my way, or I find that you've endangered her in any way, I assure you, you'll live to regret it."Turning on her heel from them, the eye made some attempt to acknowledge her threat, Claire removing her glasses as she looked back to Sebastian, intent on getting her message across to him.
âStay away from her. Got it?â Turning back out of the alleyway, she could hear Kane calling out as he approached her, dragging along some poor black haired girl with him. As Thomas slowly followed in behind Claire, he asked a very simple question that had been part of the formalities she had skipped.
"...By the way, what's do you go by?" The boy looked up to her, but she couldnât judge if it was fear, curiosity or something else in his expression. She smiled warmly, returning back to the pleasant, cheerful persona she adopted amongst everyone. It was as if the entire sequence in the alley had never occurred.
âJust call me Claire. Claire Clade.â