Shikeio Toshikazu's Story

Shikeio
The Day classes were over for the day. 

Let Hell begin. 

Day Class students were about to start rushing out to the Night Class' gate to piss themselves over the vampiric students. Of course, the "Day Classers" had no idea about that. That's where prefects like himself came in. Boy, talk about a pain in the ass. Shikeio sighed. The Night Class students were highly, highly attractive, but he wasn't about to piss himself over a bunch of vampires. Never. God, humans were so dense sometimes. They didn't know the students, but they insisted on orgasming every time one came into sight. Idiots, the whole lot of them. 

Shikeio followed after the Head Girl, Amaya. He liked to call her May May, just for shits and giggles. He weaved through the accumulating mass of over-enthusiastic girls and perverted guys, keeping Amaya in sight the whole time. He did, after all, have superhuman sight. He adjusted his sunglasses and continued until he'd reached the gate. Now, Shikeio had a certain way of keeping the swooning hordes at bay. He paced back and forth a specific region, pushing back the students who came too close. It might be rough, but hey, it was his job, dammit. He'd do it any fucking way he wanted. 

"Get the fuck back. Hold yer horses, chick. Back with you... Hey! Watch the shoes!" He kept up with his routine, mentally counting down until the gates would open. 

3. 

2. 

1. 

And open they did. At once, the mob surged forward, and Shikeio planted his feet firmly and started shoving harder. "Wild fucking animals! That's what you lot are! Animals! For chrissakes, show... some... decency!" He pushed back a large group, but they still kept coming. 

Yet another day on the job. 

Haru
Haru awoke late, as usual. Panicking, he tumbled rather disgracefully out of his bed and just phased into his uniform. A benefit of his powers. He hops he got to the lobby before the Dorm Head showed up... that would be embarrassing. It had happened before, actually. Haru couldn't help it he had a habit of sleeping in. 

He slipped into his shoes and took a glance at himself in the mirror. He looked decent enough. Then, hearing footsteps, he freaked out and just... phased through the floor and into the lobby, levitating himself downward until he sat on a sofa. He ran a couple fingers through his hair as Masaru came down the steps. A close call. "You are all ready?"

Haru's eyes were fixed on his lap. He nodded in answer, not knowing and not caring if Masaru noticed or not. He was off to a bad start this evening. 

Keicha
Keicha sighed, running her hand through her hair before quickly stepping further into the water, making her way through her own little path. She hummed softly to herself, quickly stepping when the swoon and new surge of screams erupted from up above. Once more, Keicha gritted her teeth, glaring up at the stonework and shoving her hands into her pockets. She quickened her pace, making it to the opposite shoreline and heading up the paths to the dorms.

However, she veered off sharply to the left, completely away from the dorm buildings. Her path? To the forest, of course. She ducked under a bush, carelessly crawling through it. She stepped back upwards to her feet, brushing off the small twigs and leaves. She then slipped past a couple of trees, heading downwards a bit before coming to a small stream and another willow tree. A small smile caressed her lips, and she settled down in the soft grass, resting her head against the trunk. She then frowned, wincing a bit as she looked at her hands, brushing her cheek softly. She glanced at her fingers once more, noticing a smudge of blood. She groaned softly, getting up immediately and heading towards the stream to wash it off.

If they had already caught her scent... well, she just hoped that it wasn't too late.

Faudi

Faudi frowned, stepping into line before they exited the door. However, she kept an eye on Han-chan, frowning as the girls screamed his name. She gently pushed past her comrades up to him; they had only just left the gates, and she glared at all the girls. "Hey, if any one of you lays a hand on little Han-chan, you'll be finding a dagger embedded in your necks tomorrow morning~" She called cheerfully, a bright smile on her face as she waved to the girls.

"Yeah right. Like you'd have the guts. HANONE-CHAN!!" One girl called out, and Faudi had an apparent irritated face. She merely tilted her head down, a wicked smirk on her face. She then shifted back, coming up beside the girl right up front, her arm casually on her shoulder and a knife in her hand. The girl's face visibly paled, and Faudi chuckled darkly. "Try me, little chicky~" She then spotted Shikeio, and her face brightened, that smirk right on her face again.

Quickly, the girl abandoned the little wretch and came straight up to Shikeio undetected. She draped her arms over his shoulders a bit, crossing them over his chest. She snickered quietly. "My my my, someone sure does swear a lot." Faudi purred in the prefect's ear, her bright amber-green eyes shining with mischief. She inhaled his scent fleetingly, leaning her head forward a bit before she ran her tongue scarcely against his jaw. She giggled innocently, quickly stepping back into line before the boy could hit her with anything. She flashed him a wink before retaining a normal expression, her hands lightly in her pockets. Obviously, she knew she would be scolded by Ondo, but she really didn't care much. However, she was suddenly distracted by a faint whisp of blood in the air.

Shikeio
"My my my, someone sure does swear a lot." He recognized the voice a split second too late to run the fuck away. Faudi. Ffffffuuuuuck. He shuddered, appalled, as he felt her tongue softly lave the back of his jaw. Oh... Oh God. Ew ew ew ew. Talk about unsanitary. She giggled sweetly, and Shikeio recovered from his petrify cation. He whirled around just in time to see her sashaying away. He felt fangirls trying to force their ways past him. Hell no. He turned around. "Dammit Faudi..." he growled, using his foot to shove back stray students. Then, he smelled it: A faint trace of blood in the air. Half-vampire powers came in handy sometimes. He looked quickly from the Night Class students processing from their dorm to the Day Class students again. He thought about leaving to investigate, but that would leave May May alone to deal with the horde, since Hikari hasn't shown yet. Dammit. The only thing he could do was keep forcing back the mob. Come on, you "sexy beasts"! Get your blood-sucking asses in gear already! Good God, could anyone walk so damn slow? Maybe it was only Shikeio's imagination that they were moving slow. After all, he had to keep the infatuated masses at bay. Either way, he wanted them to hurry the fuck up so he could investigate the blood scent. 

Haru
As usual, everyone seemed to be mad at him for some reason or another. Oh well. He took it all in stride. He had to. It was a way of life for him, almost. 

He never technically apologized for sleeping in. One reason was because that it happened so often, they should've been used to it. The other one was much more odd. Many a time, Haru had fallen asleep while pondering a puzzle of some sort. Last time had been one of those times. It caused him to sleep longer, as though his subconscious was taking extra time to try and solve it. More often than not, he woke up and knew the solution. But today, he couldn't even remember the riddle. 

He and the rest of the Night Class entered the outside world. Haru was lucky enough not to be so tall as to draw attention to himself. Mainly, he tried to look as small as possible and be disregarded by the mass of screaming girls and such. Thankfully, it worked. Most of the time. Every so often, he'd catch a wink or have a flower tossed to him or some such thing. At least he didn't have it as bad as the others, thank the Powers-That-Be. 

Blood. In the distance. His head perked up. It was O. Not A. He lowered his head. Not worth it. He continued slinking along behind his classmates. 

Everything was going wrong, though that wasn’t necessarily a problem. Everything at this time always went wrong and honestly, there wasn’t much you could do to stop it. She wasn’t stupid like all of these half-retarded girls crashing against her in order to reach the night class – she could see that something was up. Some of the night students seemed to have noticed something that wasn’t there. Even Shikeio looked uneasy, so he must have realized something was up with the night class as well (she’d missed his run in with Faudi altogether). Amaya’s blank amber eyes watched them closely through her messy blonde hair, trying to decode exactly what they’d noticed – in the process of examining them she noticed Daisuke heading back towards the dorm; she took a mental note to make sure he wasn’t sneaking off somewhere.

Her stomach felt strange, that sort of strange that she only got at certain points in time such as when someone had hurt themselves. Her blood roared in her ears, drowning out the crowds around her. Was someone hurt? Was that the cause of the night class’ strange behaviors? It was a strange sensation crawling across her skin. While she’d been told her father had been a half-vampire, she’d never taken much notice to it. Perhaps it was those distant instincts telling her something was wrong.

Lost in thought, Amaya lost her footing and was suddenly shoved forward, nearly colliding with Masaru, who was leading the crowd of night students. She caught herself awkwardly, twisting her ankle painfully but altogether managing to keep herself from running into the pure-blood.

“Sorry, Masaru-sempai,” she said blankly, gawkily, then paused and gave him a serious look. “I don’t mean to intrude, but some of the other night students seem to have noticed something. If I am correct, please try to keep your eyes on them.” Ah, she’d made a request. Had she sounded rude?

Her face stung with embarrassment and the scratch upon her cheek burned as she flushed. Blowing her blonde locks from her face with one puff, she spread her arms back out and back into the crowd, forcing them backwards. People began grabbing at her clothes and hair, obviously angered that she’d talked to one of the night students.

Kiiro let out a yawn as she stopped a bit further away from where the day class students, mostly girls, were lingering about. Seemed she was a bit late as the night class students were already started to break away from the crowd. It wasn't really normal for her to end up dozing off under a tree but she'd been so tired she couldn't help herself. She had been so lost in thought that she had let her eyes close for only a second before waking up and realizing what time it what. Letting out a sigh to prepare herself for the screaming, although it had somewhat died down, she casually made her way around to the back of the crowd, trying to locate Amaya since she figured she'd better apologize for not being there to help out. After noticing the fellow prefect standing in the middle of the lane in which the night class students had just walked through, she pushed her way through the loud, jumbling girls and pushed herself out to stand in the middle along with Amaya. "Sorry I'm a bit late, but it looks like you guys have got it all taken care of already." She said, trying not to sound rude but her voice was as firm as always, despite the fact that she had the stick of a lollipop sticking out of her mouth. She turned her head just to see as the night class students began to make their departure and then let her eyes scan the crowd for a moment before focusing her eyes back on the night class student. It seemed they were missing a couple from their group and a few of them even looked a little tense. Come to think of it..Amaya looks a little troubled herself. If she's troubled and the vampires look troubled something must be going on. Then Shikeio, Her eyes moved over to where the boy, who looked mighty irritated, was keeping the crowd together the best he could. Something doesn't seem right about him either. She tilted her head to look over at Amaya. "Do you want to have a look around?" she asked dully, hoping to get off the hook of being late if she did something to help out besides trying to get the other girls to shut up.

Amaya flinched at the sound of Masaru's command. The authority in his voice made her blood bubble in a strange sort of fashion, in a way that she couldn't exactly understand. Part of her wondered if his command had been something that influenced other vampires - that would explain the odd way her skin crawled. She backed out of the way of the other vampires, favoring her right foot since she'd twisted her left ankle. The crowds of day students were beginning to depart. It was only partial relief. There was still something wrong, though what it was she couldn't tell. Her mind returned to reality when Kiiro suddenly appeared beside her, excusing herself for her late arrival.

"Yeah, whatever," she replied with an exhausted sigh.

She honestly wasn't in the mood to punish Kiiro. At any other point in time she might have scolded her, but the strange atmosphere was distracting her already distracted self. The blonde glanced quietly over at Shikeio, eyes lightly narrowed. She'd always thought odd of him. He was like a walking contradiction, in a way, though what part of him was contradicting the other she had no idea. He'd seemed to notice the change in the vampires as well, which was quite a surprise as he seemed so preoccupied with keeping steady on his feet. May sifted her fingers through her long hair before busying herself with tying it in twin french-braids, leaving her fringe around her face un-braided.

"Yeah, something's bugging me," Amaya replied to Kiiro's question. She cast the girl a blank amber-eyed glance. "But you. There is some paper-work the headmaster wanted us to complete but I've been so damn busy that I've only got half of it done. The papers are just evaluations for each of the night class students. Do that instead of patrolling. If you finish before I'm done patrolling, you can come join me, but you will not go off on your own. Say you're on time tomorrow, maybe I'll let you can patrol tomorrow night."

A light frown upon her lips, she lifted her left foot and rubbed her ankle with a pained expression. "Hell, I still have to go around and check for cameras," she muttered to herself. Her doll-like expression broke momentarily, her weary inner self showing. But in an instant it was gone once more. Not bothering to say farewell to Kiiro, May paddled lopsidedly over to Shikeio.

"Shike, do me a favor and check to on Daisuke," she said, pouting. She tugged at his sleeve in a child-like fashion. "I have a feeling he's making trouble."

Shikeio
There. The worst had passed. The Day Class girls had finally dissipated as the Night Class students had made their way to the building. Well, most of them. He’d seen Daisuke break from the others and run back to the dorm, saying something about he forgot some such thing. Shikeio knew he should care, what with the blood in the air and all, but he just… didn’t. He did want to see about that scent though. Really, really bad.

So when Amaya came hobbling up to him and said poutingly, tugging on his dark sleeve in a most childish manner, "Shike, do me a favor and check to on Daisuke. I have a feeling he's making trouble,” he gave her a thumbs up and flashed her his signature smile. “Don’t worry, May May.” He patted her on her fair head. “Big brother Shike’s got it aaaaaall under control.” And with that, pleased to be given an excuse to check out the scent, he turned on his heels and marched towards the Moon Dorm. He paused for a second, thinking. Well, if I know a vampire, he’s bound to be headed straight for the source of that scent, no matter what that Masaru guy said. The “I forgot something” thing was probably just a ploy. Yeah, a ploy... Anyways, even if it turns out he’s not there, I still get to see what’s up with the blood. Yeah. That’s a good plan. A damn good plan. A very damn good plan. A very very damn good-

He cut himself off as he made his way to the forest. The blood wasn’t that far from his current position. Once he was deep enough into the trees so that no one would be able to see him from outside the forest, he started sprinting. Not full-blown sprinting, of course.That would be painful. Fast enough so that the human eye would only be able to catch glimpses of him every so often if they were watching close enough. Half-vampire powers. He smiled. He was quickly approaching the source of the blood scent. He slowed down ro average running speed a few seconds before he came upon them: Daisuke and some Day Class girl.

He stopped and stared at them incriminatingly. “I would like an explanation as to why you” he pointed at the girl. “are not in your dorm like a good little girl, and why you” He pointed at Daisuke. “are not in class.” He crossed his arms, trying his best to look pissed off. The girl was the source. How interesting that he’d happened to stumble across Daisuke as well.

Haru
Well, the worst of the potential mob was over. Isaac stumbled into Faudi, then rushed past him like the Devil was on his heels. Haru gave a little cry of surprise as he flew past, wondering why he was so freaked out. Haru followed Masaru’s intimidating command, proceeding quietly into the bilding. It was times like this that he was glad he was not as popular as the others. It helped when it came to getting to the main building. It was almost comical what these students would do to get a peek at his fellow vampires. Comical... and embarrassing.

Kiiro let out a sigh and scratched the back of her head as Amaya instructed her to finish up some paperwork instead of patrolling. It wasn't all too much of a bother to Kiiro, maybe she'd finish up early and just take a walk or go to sleep since she was practically excused from patrolling. She saw it more as a relief than a pain. Having a desk job was easier to do than having to patrol around looking for dumb girls scurrying around in the woods trying to get a peek at the Night Class. She never really did see what was so very special about them. It was a vampire thing she guessed that got the girls so fixed up on over-obsessing over them. She gave a some-what wave to Amaya as she strode off over towards Shikeio without saying anything else. Someone is sure in a bad mood. I'd talk back but I suppose it's my fault for dozing off, she thought to herself, looking around to be sure most of the Day class students were finally heading back to their dorms before turning away and walking down the pathway towards the bridge leading to the Sun dorm.

Amaya may have told her to complete the paperwork, but she never actually mentioned where it was and Kiiro personally didn't feel like talking to the lead prefect again. She didn't seem to be in the best mood at the moment so she figured the paperwork was most likely in Amaya's dorm. As she walked along the bridge, she started to become more and more anxious to know why everything seemed so tense back there. Obviously something was up and it was killing Kiiro not knowing what that was. Still, she was already in a bit of a mess for being late that she didn't have much time to go and figure it out especially after Amaya had told her to do something. Dumping your paperwork on me while you go off and investigate.. She growled inside her head as she came closer and closer to the gate that closed off the Sun dorm. She was glad it was still open and she wouldn't need to go through the trouble of unlocking it as she passed it by and the Sun dorm came in sight. She stopped for a moment and turned to lean her elbows on the bridge and stared down at the water underneath. If the vampires seemed so bothered and even Shikeio too..then there has- She stopped herself abruptly and shook her head. "Paperwork!" She said aloud and pushed herself to stand up straight, continuing to walk across the bridge towards the Sun dorm.

Keicha
Keicha tilted her head to the side, completely unphased by the prefect. "Well, you see, the reason I'm out here and not in the dorm like a good little girl is probably because the prefects around here do a horrible job at keeping track of their charges." She shifted her lips down gently, her tone calm and her whole appearance innocent and sweet. "And why he's here is probably the same reason you're here, no? I mean, a hurt little Day Class girl, who wouldn't want to help such a thing?" She shifted her head despairingly, tilting it to the side once more, her white hair tumbling over her shoulder. She then brought her hand up and pointed out her index finger.

Blood pooled faintly and slightly from one of her wounds, a drop running down to the tip before dripping down onto a blade of grass and then rolling off of the plant, finally reaching the soil below. "Besides, I wouldn't blame him from trying to get away from all those girls constantly mobbing the whole class. I mean, again, the prefects do one of the worst jobs at containing those prissy brats." Malicious sweetness dripped from her voice, her eyes catching the dim light and shining slightly, innocently. She tilted her head up, allowing Daisuke to take her hand, though with hidden wariness as he bandaged it with his own cloth. "Thanks...." She mumbled quietly, completely ignoring the bit about blood tablets and someone catching scent of her blood. "Why, I'd wonder how you came upon me, Mister Toshikazu. Surely you weren't stalking this innocent Night Class student, were you? It's not like he's dangerous." There was a smirk hidden behind her outer features, and she was snickering mentally.

Faudi
Faudi yelped, suddenly being barreled over by Eizzac, her form smacking right against the pavement. She huffed lightly, pushing down her skirt back into place. She then clucked, watching him zoom away to the buildings. "That kid." She chuckled softly, checking herself over for any blood. Finding her elbow scraped, she grumbled, a frown pulling at her facial features. "Aww, I can't even reach it." She pouted, somewhat disgruntled she couldn't even lick her own blood off of herself. Faudi sighed, pushing herself off of the ground, her arm before her as she glanced at the wound.

She tilted her head to the side, her green eyes flashing lightly. "Well, off to boring classes we go then." She huffed, walking away from the others towards the main building.

Shikeio
"Well, you see, the reason I'm out here and not in the dorm like a good little girl is probably because the prefects around here do a horrible job at keeping track of their charges. And why he's here is probably the same reason you're here, no? I mean, a hurt little Day Class girl, who wouldn't want to help such a thing?"

Shikeio was taken aback by the girl's tone. The fuck? The fuck? It was like her words completely contradicted her appearance. What. The. Hell. 

"Besides, I wouldn't blame him from trying to get away from all those girls constantly mobbing the whole class. I mean, again, the prefects do one of the worst jobs at containing those prissy brats."

Shikeio stood, mouth agape. Did this bitch know how hard it was to keep those girls contained? He shoved his hands in his pockets and clenched his fists. Good God, people were so stupid sometimes. 

Just then, Daisuke ripped a part of his uniform off and wrapped it around her wound. Shikeio stood rigid. Blood. He blinked a couple times, then frowned as Daisuke left. He, of all people, should have more restraint. He was, after all, a prefect, for God's sake. And then, when it couldn't have gotten any more stressful, she had to open her mouth again. "Why, I'd wonder how you came upon me, Mister Toshikazu. Surely you weren't stalking this innocent Night Class student, were you? It's not like he's dangerous. He was about to correct her, and that's when he finally remembered that she had no idea about his vampire abilities, or vampires at all, for that matter. He sighed. He needed a drink. 

"Look, whatever your name is, next time you want to criticize the way our priorities are ordered, think about it. We, four students, two today actually, had to keep screaming mobs of hormone-inflicted teenage girls away from the Night Class while they got to class. Hunting through the woods for little bitches that get the fantastic idea in their head to disobey school rules is second to that. And, if Daisuke had wanted to get away from the mob, all he'd need to do was get his ass in class. Furthermore, I was sent by the Head Girl to check up on Daisuke to make sure he got where he needed to go. But, as of now, I trust Daisuke to get to class more than I trust you to get to your dorm alone. Which is why you're going to get up and I'm going to escort you back," he finished, content to have corrected every misconception the girl's speech held. 

Amaya’s face flushed in embarrassment as Shike patted her head like a dog. She watched him leave, on the verge of fuming. “D-Don’t touch me you asshole~” she shouted after him, tripping over her words like a lost child. Frustrated at his treatment of her, she stalked in the opposite direction to patrol elsewhere. It wasn’t as if she didn’t like Shikeio – he seemed like a decent guy, though there was something wrong about him. She probably wouldn’t have noticed had she not been told about her father’s vampiric heritage, but whenever she was around Shike her skin crawled, her blood boiled. It was a strange sensation and a mysterious one at that.

The prefect stopped in the middle of the brush, a harsh sigh escaping her. “Whoever is hiding behind the bushes better come out right now,” she commanded, amber eyes blank but eyebrows narrowed.

The person shifted in their position, making it impossible for her to see whoever it was.

“Okay, really?” she snorted and stomped towards them. “That isn’t going to help you very—“ May’s words cut off. There was no-one behind the bush. Evidence that a person had resided there was present, but the person itself was missing. They hadn’t rushed off; she wouldn’t have heard them. So… who had it been? Or… what had it been?

There had to be someone in the school grounds who wasn’t supposed to be there. The blonde blew her fringe from her eyes and swirled around, marching back towards where she’d came. She had to tell the other prefects of this development; an unauthorized person could possibly be hiding on campus. It hadn’t happened before but once and that person had turned out to be a family member of one of the students who’d gotten lost. But avoiding her when she’d called out to them? What kind of person was lurking around here?

Someone suddenly pushed her, sending Amaya flying forwards. In the process of falling, she whipped out her ani-vampire gun and rolled to the side, causing her to land on her back with the gun facing where she’d been standing. Nobody was there. Nobody.

Gritting her teeth, the prefect stood and brushed herself off. Her shoulder felt tender, scraped. She unbuttoned her jacket to inspect it – minor scrape-age, a little bleeding but no big deal. Indifferent, she wiped the blood with her hand, slipped back into her jacket, and headed back towards Shike.

Keicha chuckled loudly, smiling brightly at the boy. "Oh please, you don't really think I'm blind do you? And you look pretty cute with your mouth open like that. But honestly, you're going to catch mosquitoes." She smirked cheerfully at the boy, picking herself up off the ground and stretching softly. "Two today, huh? You know that that doesn't help my view on you prefects, right? If your assistants are going to sleep in, why should I have any better thoughts about you? Besides, I did just call the day class girls prissy brats, no? You shouldn't take things that seriously...." She put her now wrapped index finger to her lip, talking lightly.

"Besides, there are many ways to keep them in order instead of using yourselves as human meat shields." She giggled gently, smiling at him with her eyes closed and her hands folded together behind her back, leaning forward ever so slightly. "And how did you know I was out here. You said hunting, I thought you just said that you were out to keep an eye on the Night Class boy. And I was just making a theory, no need to swear about... Daisuke was it?"

Mouse made a small hiss, growling at the prefect boy who talked so harshly to Keicha. He growled, his fangs bared as he stood warily by the girl. Keicha merely ignored him. "Who, me? Why, I would never." She spoke about him referring that she wouldn't go back to the dorms. She chuckled, turning around a putting forward a stiff leg, her hands still folded behind her back as she stepped forward, swaying just slightly before walking normally. "The name's Keicha, by the way. It might help the impressions if you'd bother to know our names instead of a number or 'Day Class Bitch'." She turned back to him as she moved forward, speaking thoughtfully. The ermine followed closely by the girl before disappearing back into the woods. "If you'd like my respect, which, by the way, would probably make me behave better, you should treat me better, even if I do constantly break the rules." She flashed him a soft smile before turning her attention to where she was going, glancing up occasionally and watching the beautiful night sky. She hummed childishly to herself as she went, trying to ignore the sour-sport behind her.

"I think you're way too stressed out about this stuff. Why not unwind a bit? I mean, I know your job is pretty hard. Like I said, I'm not blind." She stopped, turning back and walking towards him, reaching out and grabbing his hand with her own bandaged one, dragging him a bit forcefully along down a different path; she was only guiding him, trying to take him down a much less shrub-infested route. And perhaps something else.

Shikeio
"Two today, huh? You know that that doesn't help my view on you prefects, right? If you're assistants are going to sleep in, why should I have any better thoughts about you? Besides, I did just call the day class girls prissy brats, no? You shouldn't take things that seriously...." Inside, Shikeio was sputtering, piecing together everything he wanted to clear up to this... he didn't even know what to call her anymore. He was considering "That-Girl-That-Has-No-Fucking-Idea-What-She's-Talking-About", but that was too long. 

And what do you know? She kept talking. "Besides, there are many ways to keep them in order instead of using yourselves as human meat shields." Yes, of course. How silly of me. Please, do demonstrate. "And how did you know I was out here. You said hunting, I thought you jsut said that you were out to keep an eye on the Night Class boy. And I was just making a theory, no need to swear about... Daisuke was it?" He ran his hand through his rather spiky dark hair, then shoved his hands back into his pockets. He was stressed out. This was normal. He was prone to stress. He tried to keep his mind on other things. Like, what was this girl's name. Then, he scrapped that. His mind wandered to other things, like how he was going to respond to all this...

 "The name's Keicha, by the way. It might help the impressions if you'd bother to know our names instead of a number or 'Day Class Bitch'." His sharp eyes caught sight of a creature shifting about in the undergrowth. He presumed it belonged to her. "If you'd like my respect, which, by the way, would probably make me behave better, you should treat me better, even if I do constantly break the rules." His mind was a flurry of sharp responses that would go unsaid. 

"I think you're way too stressed out about this stuff. Why not unwind a bit? I mean, I know your job is pretty hard. Like I said, I'm not blind." She grabbed his hand, right out of his pocket, and started more or less drag him down a clearer path. Taking in what she said, he realized that this girl, Keicha, was right. He was wired. God, all he wanted to do was lay the fuck down. But, sleep deprivation was normal in the life of a Cross Academy prefect. 

Keicha
The girl rolled her eyes, clucking with disappointment at him. "You haven't answered a single one of my questions." Her left eyebrow rose, and a smirk pulled at one corner of her lips a bit. Nope, you're not quite off the hook. Seems one of our own prefects are a vampire. Or some half-breed thing. She thought to herself quietly.

She paused, suddenly feeling at her hip. "Oh, it seems I've forgotten something. I'll be right back." She smiled sweetly at him, letting go of his arm and heading back to the willow tree. She smirked softly, looking back towards where she had gone. "What a noob." She muttered softly, picking up a small gold chain before heading back her own way, leaving the boy there to wait for awhile before he made the connection. She yawned, quietly slipping through the branches more carefully before coming out onto the Sun Dorm yards.

Faudi
Faudi's head immediately shot up as she heard her name called. She frowned, already having a feeling as to what the Head was going to ask. A sigh escaped her lips, and she quickly made her way up the steps and settled down next to him, a tiny pout on her face. "Yes, Masaru?" She spoke clearly but softly, her green eyes shining with innocence.

With another frown, she looked down at her elbow, the blood still trickling. "It just isn't fair. Why do our bodies have to be made so that we can't reach our elbows with our mouths?"

Shikeio
"Oh, it seems I've forgotten something. I'll be right back." Keicha pulled some kind of "sweet, innocent smile" that kind of made him want to puke. How fake could you get? As she disappeared into the trees, Shikeio sighed and shook his head. He might've been pretty dense, but he wasn't a complete idiot. He knew when he was being ditched. Frankly, his first idea was to go find Amaya. Screw this bitch. He didn't need this. But his "prefect instincts" wouldn't let him. So, he sighed again and counted in his head. One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Oh fuck this. And with that, he launched himself into the trees after her. 

It took him a few seconds to realize he'd just passed her, though. 

He stopped on his heels and turned around, using his sharp eyes to locate her again. She was walking in another direction. Towards the Sun Dorm. How convenient. At least he knew where she was going. So, he took off in that direction, far enough away so that she couldn't feel the breeze he made or see him when he paused, but close enough so that he knew where she was. Soon, he grew tired of this, and he had an idea. Might as well. He shot ahead, and in a manner of seconds he found himself stumbling to a halt near the Sum Dorm. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited. If she asked how he'd gotten here before her, he'd say that he knew where she was going and decided to take a shortcut. Yeah. That sounded good. And if she didn't show in five minutes, he'd leave. Simple. 

Lo and behold, not four minutes later, who did he see? Keicha. He greeted her with a grin upon his face. "You know, last time I heard someone say they'd 'forgot something', he ended up in the woods. So, go figure. But at least you're back." He began to walk off, before turning his head and saying as parting words, "And that was a very fucking funny joke. Hi-fucking-larious." With that, he left her, going to find Amaya. 

Haru
He sat in the back of the classroom as usual, in the corner by the wall opposite the windows. He looked up at the ceiling, off in his own world. He was thinking about his half-solved Dia-Cube. It had been a gift from his sister years ago. Ever since, he'd try to solve it every so often. He really wanted to try now, but he'd left it on his bed. So, he tried to remember what colors were where and come up with a strategy. So, I'll move the red to the right, and slide the green row down, but then I'd have to move the white so that the red side can get completed, but that would mess up the yellow side...

He leaned his head on his arms, pretty much oblivious to his surroundings, lost in deep thought. 

God this day. Or night. What the hell, who cared? Could this day get any worse? Amaya trotted quietly through the underbrush, amber eyes peeled for any more movement. Tonight seemed to be lively with trouble and she felt as though nothing was going right. Out of habit of messing with her hair when frustrated, she found that she’d ruined her braided hair. A sigh upon her lips, she let her hair down, sifting her fingers through it carefully.

Whatever had pushed her wasn’t showing its face – that was only puzzling her further. As crazy as it sounded, it was safer for an intruder to be bothering her; that way the other students wouldn’t be brought into the mess. Her mind flickered back to reality at the sound of the bushes moving. This time it was obviously a student, she could see the girl clearly in the moonlight.

“Head back to class,” May hissed, glaring amber daggers at the girl. “Don’t make this worse for yourself.”

“Yes! Sorry May-chan!” the flustered and embarrassed student raced off back down the trail.

“Yeah . Whatever.” Amaya followed the girl down the trail until she could see that she’d made it safely back to the dorm. Truthfully, at what point in a human’s life did they decide that sneaking out of your dorm to go spy on other students was a good idea? She continued alone by herself, mind blank of thoughts. She didn’t really feel like thinking. The more she thought the more she exhausted herself.

The blonde came upon one of the fountains in the forest near the sun dorm. After pulling out a handkerchief from her pocket, she removed the jacket, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her white dress shirt, and examined the wound on her shoulder.

“Damn forest,” she muttered. She wet the handkerchief with minimal water – she knew the fountain water wasn’t the cleanest, but she didn’t want to have to go all the way back to her dorm – and proceeded to attempt to clean the wound, though the location wasn’t exactly helping her.

Through the trees came a voice from the direction of the sun dorm (a particular voice at that). Amaya glanced back, pursing her lips. “Shike, come help me,” she called, hoping he’d hear her. “I have something to report.” Intruder. Damn. This only piled up on the work they’d have to do.

Keicha

Keicha pouted, putting on hand on her hip and the other out for him. The small gold chain dangled from her fingers. "Well, I wasn't lying when I said I lost something, jerk." She then frowned, looking past him into the other side of the grounds of the Sun territory. "And it isn't my fault that poor little Mouse ran off to get himself into trouble. OI, GET AWAY FROM THAT!" She called to the ermine, who, in turn, looked up at her and wriggled its nose. "So it might be best if you didn't swear at me for such things. Animals are quite hard to contain." She crossed her arms, her nostrils flaring softly at the boy. "So bite me." She made a small gesture, clenching her index finger and middle finger like fangs and putting them up to her mouth. Her cheek was still bleeding a bit, and she wiped her wrapped hand across it, causing it to smudge and seep.

"Meat shield." She spat at him, trying to sneak up on Mouse so he wouldn't scamper off again.

Faudi

Faudi winced slightly, though put up no defense as he shifted herself to him. "Guess so. But they didn't have to be so close yet so far!" She watched him jealously as he licked her own blood off of her; something she couldn't do herself. Fawn then let out a sigh, giving up on the act. "Well, I kind of lost my footing and fell over." She glanced over at Eizzac before turning back to the Head. "I honestly didn't think the wound would be that bad, but I guess I took off quite a bit of skin."

A gently frown caressed her lips, and her gaze flickered up to the night sky.

Shikeio
He caught the girl's parting words and met them with a dismal laugh of his own. Whatever. It didn't matter to him. Screw her. He whistled and walked off to go meet back up with Amaya.

At last, he caught sight of Amaya. She didn’t seem too happy though. She looked… peeved. He mentally shrugged. What else was new? He stopped a few meters from her and stuck his hands in his pockets as usual, waiting for her to say something. “Shike, come help me,” she called out to him, not sounding quite as angry as he thought she was. “I have something to report.” Shikeio raised an eyebrow, walking over to her and then leaning against the fountain in a casual fashion. “Oh really? What is it, May May? I’m dying to know.” And for once, he wasn’t being sarcastic. He really wanted to know. Despite the fact that he was dog tired, anything vaguely interesting got him hyped. “Is it super-duper life-and-death important? That shoulder doesn't look to good, but I'm guessing you have something more important to say. Come on, you’re killing me, May May.” He gave a small laugh. Wow, he was tired. The thing that surprised him was that he was tired already. Gosh, the night was so young. He berated himself for being such a pansy. It wasn’t like him to feel so drained so early in the evening. It was making him a little loopy. Wow... loopiness didn’t feel so good.

He pressed a hand to his forehead as they stood there. He gave a low laugh that resonated in his throat. It didn’t even escape his lips. It was a purely vocal chuckle. Was he going crazy or what? He shook his head. He wasn’t going crazy. That was bullshit. Bullshit. He was bored. Duh. He looked up. It was dark above, but on the horizon, Shikeio still detected a faint whif of pink. It was weird, the things he noticed when he was bored. Of course, there weren’t a lot of things that went unnoticed by Shikeio, though he was rather dense. He turned his lazy gaze back to Amaya. Had she always been that short...?

God he was fucking annoying. May May this, May May that; sometimes she just wanted to shove a pole up his-- it wouldn't be worth it. But part of her liked his playful personality. As hard as it was for them to get along, he never failed to amuse her. Then again, maybe the reason she could stand him was her curiosity. Something was different about him. For all the time she'd known him, she'd always felt as if she was one step away from understanding something about him that he hadn't shared with her. But every instance she'd gotten to ask him about it, she felt as if that one step was stepping into dangerous territory.

“Is it super-duper life-and-death important?" Shikeio was continuing, "Come on, you’re killing me, May May.”

"Can you shut your mouth for just one second so I can talk?" Amaya whined, frowning lightly at him. She shoved the wet handkerchief into his hand and turned her back to him. "Clean that will you?" She pulled her hair out of the way of her scraped shoulder, glancing back at him as she did.

Was he... alright? It felt as if he'd dealt with a little too much for one night. And the way he was looking at her... "If you're thinking about our height difference, Shike, I swear I'll rip out your spine and beat you will it."

The blonde sighed then and turned her amber gaze away from him, face serious. Her eyes locked onto the fountain, watching the water with a calm expression in her eyes. "Someone attacked me," she said slowly. "In the woods a little bit ago. An intruder, I guess, but I don't know who or what they are. They're so fast that I couldn't even get a look at them." Amaya's hand briefly lifted to touch her injured shoulder but she forced her hand away before touching the tender skin. "I'm going to go tell Masaru about it. I don't think its smart to wait until classes are over."

Haru
Someone was talking to him. Someone was talking to him. A girl, actually. Miyuki. Haru was jerked from his deep thought. Slightly stunned, he mumbled, “Huh…?” He heard his sister’s sarcastic voice in his head just then, as though she were there and actually speaking to him. Now Haru, when someone speaks to you, you usually respond. Did you know that? His large green eyes quickly fixed on the girl. He wasn’t used to people talking to him. So, he blinked a couple times, then stuttered quickly, “Ah… lonely? No, I’m just…” he shook his head and gestured to the empty seat next to him. “Take a seat if you wish. I’m afraid you caught me in the middle of some deep thought. Just trying to entertain myself, that’s all.” He didn’t dare go into detail about the Dia-cube. That would be too embarassing.

“So,” he said, trying to break the ice. As aforementioned, he wasn’t too smooth around others. “What’s up in your world?”

Shikeio
His hands shook as he wiped the scrape. It wasn’t even bleeding a lot. Barely, actually. Just a speck or two. What. Was. His. Deal? Stress. Yeah. Stress. That was it. Yeah. He took a deep breath and wiped it a few times. Satisfied, he couldn’t help but force that lazy smile of his at Amaya’s half-assed threat. He was used to it. She was just easily pissed. But his goofy dispostition vanished as she told him about the attack. Intruder? Fast? He handed the damp hanky back to her.

“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 half-heartedly. “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.”