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Seto Viltrol [4] 2 Year
Hiroshi Tatsuno [4] "As long as the Sun, the Moon, and the Earth exists, happiness can always be found"| Headmaster
Christian Sinclair [4] 17 | Year 4
Sorin Silivasi [3] 16 | Year 2
Kito Viltrol [3] Library/History Teacher
Adrian Silivasi [3] 16 || Year 2
Mihail Abram [2] Teacher | "If you do your work properly then I promise not to punish you."
Rien [2]
Haruka Miyamoto [2] "What comes from the dark, will eventually see the light, or so my father says."|Year 4
Ethan Malcolm [2] 16 | Year 3
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7:23am
Outside School Grounds
"Now thatâs something you donât see every dayâ Haruka Thought to himself as his bike strolled down the lane leading up to the Academy, a beautiful morning sprinkled with blooming cherry blossoms, the sign of Spring dancing it way into the small town of Misaki, and the creek that the school was built next to flowed with all types of algae, and beautiful petals that flowed on the surface, giving the creek an ethereal look to it. Haruka enjoyed this much more than the bungle of traffic where he was from, and the dingy little shops that served tea, or some other form of mundane entertainment, Misaki was a ways from the city life, and was slightly more rural than Haruka was used to, though rural not in the sense of poverty, just in traditions. The school served as a reminder of the ever changing world, at least thatâs what Haruka liked to think. There was definitely something that this place feel perfect for school. Haruka was so very eager to take off from the grasp of his parents, to make his own way in life. It wasn't as if he hated his parents. No, they were good people, if not completely misguided and shameless. For one thing, Haruka honestly couldn't take his last year at his previous High School, the torment he received from classmates who had grown to know him and his parents antics for well over a decade had followed him throughout each of the grades, and with that came the usual sinister teasing, and rather backhanded compliments and insults. For someone like Haruka that knew such a thing couldn't be helped, he jumped at the chance to attend Misaki, a school which he admittedly had no idea existed until a letter came in the mail. Not to mention that he could hardly find anything online about the school either, almost as if it didn't exist, yet even then he would not deter from admission.
After a few strange questions which he figured must have been good enough, and not to mention his grades were above average than most students who attended his previous school, that much he wanted to believe was enough for acceptance. With his luggage in a large basket in the front of his bike he continued his trek there, unaware of anyone else who was attending or just why it was so far away. For him, as long as something fruitful came out of it, he could care less. Before he knew it, he found himself at the gates, moving his bike inside he found the racks where other bikes were typically stored, hit his brakes, and then got off. It must have been a good 2 hours since he left his home town, but he had no way of knowing just how far he trekked, only that he was a little tired from having to wake up so early to make it here on time. He stretched he sore limbs and chained his bike to the metal post. Looking around not many students were out and about, and the few who were talked quietly amongst themselves, so quietly that the nature surrounding the school could be heard over their voices, though it was more likely that Haruka was too far to hear any of them talk. It was then that the encroaching realization that he knew no one, and that this wasn't like him returning to another year at his designated hometown high school came along. Every face was different from the other, like he suddenly landed on another planet. He put a a nervous hand through his hair, realizing that it'd be more difficult to make friends in a place that he hadn't lived all his life.
The violet haired boy picked up his luggage places in the bicycle basket in front of him before walking into the Main Courtyard of the school. the school looked like any normal school and Haruka had to find it in himself not to be nervous, he was nearly an adult for heaven's sake, and yet meeting new people still fazed him in a certain way that he couldn't explain, that he thought he had to blame on his parents, since most people were keen to the idea that their behavior reflected off of him, which would cause him further shame. This he realized crippled his social confidence, to the point where he was unaware of such a thing. Regardless, he sauntered up to the main steps of the school, a poster-board attached to the window pane, explained that students were to drop off their personal items at their dorm rooms, and then report to the Dining Hall for the 'Commencement Speech' at 9:00am, while breakfast would e served as early as 7:30am. That sounded pretty straight forward to Haruka, from there beyond the board was a list that had the names of students by Year, and Dorms. After a few minutes, and squinting his eyes a few times, he was able to find his name next to another, he memorized the dorm number, but would not be going to the dorms just yet. Instead he turned his attention to the Dining Hall, when a appetite for whatever was going to be served passed through him, he knew he needed to satisfy it. He walked over to the Hall glad to find the one thing that he was familiar with...food. He stood in line patiently awaiting to be served.
7:05am
Teacher's Quarters
The unmistakable aroma of freshly bloomed cherry blossoms permeated the air, and with the it and the sun out, came the aggravating chirps of birds. It was a sound that Hiroshi hoped to soon forget, hundreds of years (or perhaps thousands with his memory) of having those same decibels intrude his ear canal while he slept was no walk in park. Indeed, Hiroshi was not a morning person by a long shot, despite having seen more suns that most humans could even dream of. If there was one thing he could wish, it was that animals of the avian type found a way to shut their traps while people like him tried to get a good morning's rest. Wait....that wasn't right....., Hiroshi eyes began to flutter once again out of unconsciousness. Birds don't chirp at night do they?" he asked himself, before realizing that morning had come, and for him hardly a good nights' rest, it was always like this when school came back in, the night before always made him anxious despite the process being the same as it had been for hundreds of years of the schools establishment, in many ways he accepted the butterflies he received from thinking about the new and returning attendees of the Academy, it was almost like holding on to a minuscule piece of humanity, not knowing what what he was, or what to classify himself as, Hiroshi could only act as every other being chained to this realm they called Earth. For him, that was enough philosophical yearning for the morning. He raised himself from the mattress, rubbing his sensitive eyes from the crust that usually accumulated there.
He began his day by the usual hygiene routine, walking into the bathroom, taking his clothes off and taking a shower, brushing his teeth, fixing his disheveled hair, none in a particular order or anything before returning to his room, and picking out the outfit he tailored for today, Hiroshi was not one for occasion, but every once in a while he liked to be fashionable at least for a time, or more like a week, the outfits in his closet were tailored for the entire week, and he already knew from many repeated tries that it wouldn't last any longer than that, but it was nice to let potential students know that their Headmaster wasn't a complete slob. As he fitted his tie into his dress shirt, Hiroshi made note of the fact that most people probably wouldn't recognize him as Headmaster, much like it had been for the last few years due to his age, and while he took this with as much tact as he could it was rather disheartening to see some students not even listen to him until they were made aware of his position. Looking into the tall mirror posted on the other side of his bedroom, he somewhat regretted having to choose this body to harbor his soul, as he had no choice, though he could admit that at least it wasn't someone with a frail, failing body. Vanity was not one of his strong points, but he had to admit that he liked his current body, and would prefer to stay in it if possible.
With enough of that on his mind, he picked up his jacket and strolled out of his room, walking past the multiple rooms in the Teachers' Quarters, Hiroshi noted that the place seemed much more full than he last remembered, it being modeled after most condos around the area made it a small little community within itself, and when Hiroshi first established the Academy, Dorms weren't even installed then, but of course he was thinking a number of years ago, when the Academy was relatively small, and far less likely to attract students due to the way superstition was handled by the masses, no doubt if they were exposed back then the Academy would have been lost to religious heretics, or some other insane group. Nowadays, some part of Hiroshi believed that Supernaturals like them would be accepted into society with either a grain of salt at their abilities, or probably as interesting. The way generations of youth separated themselves was so unique to Hiroshi, and how opinions and traditions change drastically over a few decades was part of the reason he established Misaki Creek. He wished for a day where they could fully integrate into society, where they weren't just stories to be told at night to spook children, or beings that could only exist in superhero comics. Humans typically had no idea that Supernaturals were all around them, and for that Hiroshi made it his life duty to make sure that would happen someday, or at least it was a goal he easily envisioned.
He moved his way into the Teacher's Lounge, not yet ready to address the new batch of students coming in, and the returning who knew the routine. Instead he decided to relax, and take a few sips of caffeine which was mysteriously pre-heated, and the perfect temperature to drink. Today, they would start with the commencement speech, new students would get the chance to explore the school, and get friendly with their new dorm-mate. Settling into the school was probably the easiest part for most students, realizing that they weren't alone, and making the transition that much easier. That he supposed made it far easier than being around otherwise judgmental humans. Wouldn't that be a surprise? Humans at the Academy?.... He returned to sipping on his drink as the strange thought passed. "How absurd... he thought to himself.
Baking was one thing Seto always loved doing, it got him away from the world and into his own. He could bake anything and everything, not a thing he failed at when it came down to it. Sure he can't eat himself, least not too much human food, but he had friends who could, friends that he admired for it. If Seto ate human food, he couldn't really taste it, unless it was super sweet, to the max.
Normally the only thing he could eat was raw meats loaded with blood. It was the only thing he could taste and unlike his father, he couldn't just live off of blood itself, he had to have meat too. And as odd as he thought it was, he just accepted it, but never once did he eat something like that infront of anyone other than his dad, or maybe even Rien, whom he grew up with.
Rien was Seto's neighbor for as long as he could remember. He is so comfortable around him, that people might mistake it for something more than just friendship. It sometimes get Seto wondering if he truly is inlove with that man, or if it's just misjudgment because they known each other for so long. It's not like he would try anything to him, because he is a teacher and Seto is a student the last thing he wants is for his friend to get into trouble all because of him.
After getting dressed and putting the muffins into his bookbag. He went up to his fathers room with a small black/silver bottle. "Pa-pa! It's time for school, are you awake yet?" Seto slowly opened the door and giggled when he saw his dad was sound asleep still. Shaking his head he set the bottle down on the nightstand and shook his father awake. "Pa-pa! It's time for school."
Unlike Seto, Kito wasn't a day person, even if he worked for the school , he still wasn't a day person. ""Hmm, Im up, just to lazy to get up."
He giggled at his dad and handed him the bottle. "It's fresh, drink it while it's warm."
"Got it."
Getting to school was fast, seeing as his father take no time in getting there slowly. In fact, they never drove slow, it was just something Vampires did. Fast to humans was slow for them and fast for them was lightening speed for humans. Once they got to school, his father and him took separate ways after he kissed his son on the forehead, throwing his dark shades on and headed inside.
Seto smiled and waved his father off, walking over to a bench, waiting for his friends to show up. He pulled out a note book and started to write music in it. Humming just a little, and minding his own business.
Once he got to the library he automatically pressed the button so that all the curtains would shut. Flipping on the dimmed lights, lights enough to read with, but not bright enough to irritate Kito. Along with a gentle fireplace on each side of the library. Students who came in always thought it was cold, so those were recently put in.
After he was done with that, he fixed his hair slightly and sighed, walking back into the lightened school, he made his way over to the teacher's lounge. Where he unexpectedly met the Head Master. Quietly he nodded at him and put one of his black/silver bottles into a pit of hot water, seeing as he couldn't put silver in the microwave. He took hot water from the water jug and put it into a pot. Dropping his head over the water that held his bottle he closed his eyes. "Looks like another year in paradise." He mumbled to himself, but knew that the Head Master heard him. He didn't bother to be quiet about it. Too tired to care.
Once it was done he took it out of the water and dried it off with his sleeve. Taking a long sip of the warmth, put color into his skin, making it seem he was human. It even put him into a better mood and you'd think, what he just said, didn't come out of him.
The sunlight filtered in through the dark blue curtains fluttering from the open window on the other side of the room. Birds chirped, singing songs of the rising sun as morning arrived. Mihail stirred underneath his cream-colored covers and pulled the pillow closer to his body, hugging it closely. A small grumble escaped his lips and his eyes squeezed shut, straining against the forces of the sunlight streaking across his face. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, Mihail allowed himself to be called to wakefulness by the birdsong outside. His eyes open revealing cloudy gray-blue eyes that took in his surroundings with wariness as if he didn't completely recognize where he was. Mihail was not a morning person tended to be groggy and often slow in the time between waking up and his first coffee. If other people came around they usually received grumpy mumbles and sluggish glares. He stretched his arms above his head, reveling in the way his muscles unwound after laying still for so long. The djinn was still getting used to having a human body and the responsibilities that came with it even after year or two. It was a hard transition to go from being a spirit of the aether who felt mother nature's warm embrace and raced across the colorful skies as pure unbridled energy to being a solid vulnerable human, a shell of what used to be. A human body was more trouble than it was worth too. For one, it always felt unclean and tired and always needed sustenance, whether that sustenance be aetheric because of his djinni nature or processed food. Sometimes he ached to belong to nature and feel invincible again but he was bound by this body and until he remembered his name he would stay this way. Mihail leaned his elbows on his knees as he sat on the edge of his bed and gazed down at the hardwood floor, collecting himself slowly.
Mihail cursed under his breath as he remembered that today was the first day of school. Soon, the freshman and returning students would be entering the school grounds to begin or continue their education as high school students. Mihail pushed off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom to take a shower. He couldn't waste any more time just sitting around or he would be late to the commencement ceremony at nine. Soon he was under the spray of scalding water and stepping out refreshened and smelling decently nice as a flowery smell wafted from his hair. He didn't mind the smell however because he liked the scent of flowers and this particular scent was like honey and roses. Mihail dried himself off and stepped up to the bathroom mirror and proceeded to brush his teeth while his gaze floated over his features briefly. His blonde hair was mostly dry and hung down over his shoulders just a bit, with a few strands in his bangs annoying him endlessly by getting in his eyes. His gaze was more alert now that he had showered but still seemed distracted since he hadn't had any caffeine yet. Mihail finished brushing his teeth and turned to go back inside the main room of his condo.
The condo was minimalistic with very few sentimental items. There were no photos of family or even posters on the walls. His white and cream bedsheets were in disarray and the light blue and white-striped walls which were oddly calming surrounded him. The floors were covered in a beautiful polished oak and nothing piled on the wood. In fact, Mihail kept his room immaculate and not even dust rested on any of the furniture even though Mihail always had the window open for fresh air. He wasn't claustrophobic but he preferred the natural air from outside as compared to the air conditioning. Now that he was aware and somewhat awake, he caught the scent of cherry blossoms in the room. Mihail walked to the window, keeping to the side and out of sight, to peer out curiously at the cherry blossom trees blooming in the distance. Some of the petals were drifting on the wind and this elicited a slight smile from him before it vanished when he turned away.
Mihail dressed in black slacks, a white dress shirt, dark blue tie, and black indoor loafers before wandering back to the mirror in the bathroom. He reached up to tie his hair in a suitably professional ponytail and after scrutinizing himself in the mirror to assure quality he strode to the door of his apartment and opened it to go outside. The djinn strode through the halls towards the teachers lounge where he was sure to find some coffee. When he arrived, his gaze flitted over the occupants already inside. The headmaster sipped his coffee on the couch, looking comfortable and thoughtful. Mihail reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the headmaster, Hiroshi, and peered over at Kito Vitrol who was the history teacher at Misaki Creek. Mihail debated on saying hello to the both of them before he figured that he was too grumpy to manage a polite greeting yet. So, instead, he walked over to the coffeemaker and poured himself a hot mug of black coffee with no sugar and no creamer. He loved the bitter taste. While taking a cautious sip from the blue mug as he strode over to the couch, he relished the awareness he received from the dark liquid. The fog over his mind completely faded after a few more gulps of the coffee. He let his gaze settle on Hiroshi as he lowered his mug to his lap. "Morning." It was short and to the point, his usual greeting since he hated adding 'good' in front of 'morning'. Why greet with 'good morning' when it was neither a happy greeting nor an actual pleasant morning. Mihail figured it was the usual human complexity. He preferred it simple and frank. Mihail looked to the clock on the wall and scowled. He wasn't ready to face hordes of student just yet with his grumpiness.
Mihail cursed under his breath as he remembered that today was the first day of school. Soon, the freshman and returning students would be entering the school grounds to begin or continue their education as high school students. Mihail pushed off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom to take a shower. He couldn't waste any more time just sitting around or he would be late to the commencement ceremony at nine. Soon he was under the spray of scalding water and stepping out refreshened and smelling decently nice as a flowery smell wafted from his hair. He didn't mind the smell however because he liked the scent of flowers and this particular scent was like honey and roses. Mihail dried himself off and stepped up to the bathroom mirror and proceeded to brush his teeth while his gaze floated over his features briefly. His blonde hair was mostly dry and hung down over his shoulders just a bit, with a few strands in his bangs annoying him endlessly by getting in his eyes. His gaze was more alert now that he had showered but still seemed distracted since he hadn't had any caffeine yet. Mihail finished brushing his teeth and turned to go back inside the main room of his condo.
The condo was minimalistic with very few sentimental items. There were no photos of family or even posters on the walls. His white and cream bedsheets were in disarray and the light blue and white-striped walls which were oddly calming surrounded him. The floors were covered in a beautiful polished oak and nothing piled on the wood. In fact, Mihail kept his room immaculate and not even dust rested on any of the furniture even though Mihail always had the window open for fresh air. He wasn't claustrophobic but he preferred the natural air from outside as compared to the air conditioning. Now that he was aware and somewhat awake, he caught the scent of cherry blossoms in the room. Mihail walked to the window, keeping to the side and out of sight, to peer out curiously at the cherry blossom trees blooming in the distance. Some of the petals were drifting on the wind and this elicited a slight smile from him before it vanished when he turned away.
Mihail dressed in black slacks, a white dress shirt, dark blue tie, and black indoor loafers before wandering back to the mirror in the bathroom. He reached up to tie his hair in a suitably professional ponytail and after scrutinizing himself in the mirror to assure quality he strode to the door of his apartment and opened it to go outside. The djinn strode through the halls towards the teachers lounge where he was sure to find some coffee. When he arrived, his gaze flitted over the occupants already inside. The headmaster sipped his coffee on the couch, looking comfortable and thoughtful. Mihail reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the headmaster, Hiroshi, and peered over at Kito Vitrol who was the history teacher at Misaki Creek. Mihail debated on saying hello to the both of them before he figured that he was too grumpy to manage a polite greeting yet. So, instead, he walked over to the coffeemaker and poured himself a hot mug of black coffee with no sugar and no creamer. He loved the bitter taste. While taking a cautious sip from the blue mug as he strode over to the couch, he relished the awareness he received from the dark liquid. The fog over his mind completely faded after a few more gulps of the coffee. He let his gaze settle on Hiroshi as he lowered his mug to his lap. "Morning." It was short and to the point, his usual greeting since he hated adding 'good' in front of 'morning'. Why greet with 'good morning' when it was neither a happy greeting nor an actual pleasant morning. Mihail figured it was the usual human complexity. He preferred it simple and frank. Mihail looked to the clock on the wall and scowled. He wasn't ready to face hordes of student just yet with his grumpiness.
"I wish that I never wake up, but not all wishes can come true."
Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!!
A shrill melody echoed within the hollow white room. The notes bounded off the walls without much of a hindrance. Window was slightly ajar which the morning light utilized to its advantage to creep inside the lackluster domain. As it brightened the dark room, it revealed it to be mostly empty. It was far more easy to describe what it does have than what it doesn't have. The said room has a closet, white curtains, a king-sized bed, and the unrelenting source of that piercing sound. There were no touches which would signify who the owner of this bedroom. Hmmm... may be that is exactly the right symbolism to describe the one who claims this dreary chamber.
Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!!
There was movement from the bed situated at the very center of the room. Seemingly endless white sheets seemed to glow as the rays of light dawned upon it. What was most interesting was the figure sprawled on top of it. A sylphlike form wearing a white long-sleeved collared shirt, which was unbuttoned allowing the showcase of such smooth porcelain skin, and semi-loose blue pants. The chest exposed for anyone's eyes rose with such an even pacing. Messy sky blue hair rested much like a heavenly crown upon the pillows. In entirety, the personage was sleeping with such unguarded expression befitting of an ethereal princess. Too bad, it is a prince.
Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!!
Blooming like a flower, revealing brilliant blue eyes which held a nonchalant expression, the figure looked at the corner of his eyes towards the origins of the sound. It took only a few seconds before he seemingly ignored it and gazed at the fluttering lights shown through the translucent white curtains. It seemed that morning has finally come. Another wish. Another dream had remained distant and impossible from his reach. A new day has come for him, only to remind that life will go on for him. He was getting exhausted every time, but that was simply how it is for someone like him.
Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!!
There it was again. He graceful stood from his bed and turned off his dutiful alarm clock. It had been a while since he had heard its sound. He had set it up because of the day today. The beginning of a new semester, a new school year. He will once again play his part as a teacher to the young ones. He walked towards his windows and parted the curtain for him to see the scenery outside. It was breathtaking as the fragile pink blossoms dance with the wind to signify the start of spring. He stood there for a few good minutes before taking a step back. He needs to prepare himself since there will be a general assembly and so he did without much of a hassle.
Once done, he exited his room and made his way through the halls. He now wore a white suit with a black collared inner shirt. There was also a black ribbon which seemed to have remained untied. He wasn't really much attached to what he looks like in the first place. Lucky him, he still looks dastardly beautiful and matched with his inherent liquid grace movements. He is a lovely sight to anyone's pleasure. This hasn't changed through the years. Still, many had indeed change in this school since he had come. It was understandable since time had never stopped. He envies that because even objects which has no life are able to experience the touch of grandfather time.
Those thoughts evaporated soon enough when he stopped before the door to the Teacher's Lounge. He entered and saw three familiar faces. There was the Headmaster, Mr. Vitrol, and Mr. Abram. They appear to enjoy some caffeine this early morning. Anyway, he did what he had always done ever since. "Good morning, Headmaster Tatsuno. Mr. Viltrol. Mr. Abram." He said while bowing his head in proper politeness. His tone also held a distant warmth which was simply by etiquette. He then went towards a bowl of colorful candies placed near the coffeemaker. He took a piece and elegantly unwrapped it cover and delicately placed it inside his mouth. The sweetness filled him and for now, that was enough for him to ignore the others inside the room momentarily or the fact he is a teacher.
6:20AM
Why? Why did it have to ruin his perfect night of blissful sleep? The exasperating sound of the alarm clock's beeping went off in his head as he sat up from his bed. For what seemed like minutes, Sora did nothing but stare with clouded eyes as the alarm clock continued to beep and echoed of the walls of his room. On it went beeping, beeping, beep- suddenly Sora threw his pillow at the alarm clock knocking it off the nightstand and into the wall making a crashing sound until it finally landed on the needed-to-be-cleaned carpet. He groaned as he flopped back down onto his bed and covered the blanket over his head. 'Just five more minutes, just five more and I'll be fine..' he said to himself in his head. It wasn't until ten minutes later of lazily laying in bed did he realize that today was the first day that he would be going back to the academy.
He threw the covers off of him, landing half way across the room and literally jumped out of bed. Literally. There was no visible transition between him laying down and him standing, he got up that fast. Normally he wouldn't be this worked up about not getting to school as early as possible, but today was the first day of the school year, and first impressions were everything. Even if they did go to the school last year he absolutely couldn't be late. He didn't want people to think was some lazy, good for nothing, terrible excuse of a human. Well, most people already thought that about him, so their opinion wouldn't change very much. He grabbed the school uniform that was neatly ironed the other night and laid it out on his bed, ready for when he got out of the shower.
The rest of his everyday routine was the usual as he got ready for the first day. It would also be a great day to get some good pranks off, if he ever really got the chance. It seemed the first day of school was always the worst day of school, and also an extremely busy one. He was just hoping that he wouldn't get a roommate that was an absolute pain in his rear end. By the time it was 6:43, Sora was ready to be on his way to the academy. He didn't have to worry about breakfast since they should be serving it in the mornings.
His late mother didn't exist in his world of course, having died in accident when he was still a little child. His father tried his best to raise Sora but of despite his best efforts they ended up drifting apart since Sora entered middle school. Surprisingly, it didn't really bother him, he was always independent and the fact that he and his father never bonded with him didn't have much of a real effect on him. He had to admit that he was lonely at sometimes, though that was only expected of someone who had lost their mother at a young age and had an emotionally distant father. But at school he had plenty of friends to sorta fill the void his mother and his father left.
His father had already left for work by the time he got down stairs, so he would sadly have to take the bike to school. Not that he hated biking to school, it just wasn't something he would like to do every day, especially on the first day of school. He would much rather ride in the back of a nice and comfy car where he would at least get five more minutes of sleep before he had to begin the lackluster activity of getting ready for school. Though he supposed he would have to get over it, cause after this he wouldn't have to do it anymore since he would be living at the academy, even though his house was only five minutes away by care and twenty-seven minutes away by bike.
Sora friends have been almost everything for him from the very beginning, a lot of them he has known since the early years of elementary school. Until in the 5th grade he was held back for not attending school the appropriate amount of days. He wasn't as devastated as he was mad. Sora didn't understand why he had to be held back even when he had passed the grade and had scored above average on the test. It just didn't seem fair to him that he would have to be held back and all of his other friends would move on to middle-school while he would still be stuck. And while he is aggravated that the school would do such a thing, he got over it soon enough, though he still missed his old friends.
It was three years ago that he enrolled into Misaki Academy. It wasn't that he was tired of getting bullied for his weird power, actually not many people bullied him. He just thought that it was interesting that there were in fact other people exactly like him. It didn't take long for him to get adjusted to the school and once he did he start playing pranks on almost everyone there. Of course he got a good scolding from the staff but that didn't stop him one single bit.
7:10AM
After the twenty-seven minute bike from home to the academy, Sora had finally arrived, with his luggage of course. He could already see some familiar faces in the academy as he made his was towards the dorms to get unpacked and settled in. "Ah, now which dorm room was it again?" Sora said to himself as the walked through the hallway, trying his best to recall the number of the dorm from the letter he had received in the mail a few weeks ago during summer break. 'Maybe it would've been a good idea if I had brought the letter with me..' thinking to himself he wandered aimlessly through the hallway. It took him quite a while before he had finally remembered the door room number and he made his way there quickly.
"Guess I made it here first.." he murmured as he entered the door room, seeing that there were four beds he chose the one to the far right of the room. There was a dresser by his bed that he assumed was for clothes. He decided that he would get done with unpacking then he would go down the cafeteria for breakfast. Sora didn't have much to pack up anyways, so hopefully he wouldn't have to take too much time with getting his stuff all neat and tidy, when it obviously wasn't going to stay that way. From what he could recall, the students were to gather at 9:00AM in the Dinning Hall for the Commencement Speech. Then after that he suppose school would start as and the rest of the day would be the ordinary mind-numbing school day.
7:30AM
Once he arrived at the cafeteria he seen a bunch of people from last year as well as a handful of new people gathering around for breakfast. He wasn't going to have much for breakfast anyways, he had always been a light eater and it was something that he sorta thankful for, since he didn't have to stuff his face full of something every waking moment of his life. Sora continued to wonder about who his dorm mates were going to be for this new school year. It also reminded him that after this year of school he would no longer be going to this academy and he would be heading off for college. Not that it really bothered him as much as it would if he were in any other normal human school, it was that he was going to miss being able to see the same old new faces of his friends from the last year of school. Though he supposed he would make new friends in college, though there would obviously be an over whelming amount of humans and he would have to keep his power well hidden.
Whenever he was about ready to leave and go back to his dorm room he spotted, a violet haired young man who he'd never seen at this school before. He actually looked pretty average, 'Oh well, I'll get time to converse with him later' as he continued on his way back to his dorm room, which he hoped he hadn't forgotten the number of it.
He threw the covers off of him, landing half way across the room and literally jumped out of bed. Literally. There was no visible transition between him laying down and him standing, he got up that fast. Normally he wouldn't be this worked up about not getting to school as early as possible, but today was the first day of the school year, and first impressions were everything. Even if they did go to the school last year he absolutely couldn't be late. He didn't want people to think was some lazy, good for nothing, terrible excuse of a human. Well, most people already thought that about him, so their opinion wouldn't change very much. He grabbed the school uniform that was neatly ironed the other night and laid it out on his bed, ready for when he got out of the shower.
The rest of his everyday routine was the usual as he got ready for the first day. It would also be a great day to get some good pranks off, if he ever really got the chance. It seemed the first day of school was always the worst day of school, and also an extremely busy one. He was just hoping that he wouldn't get a roommate that was an absolute pain in his rear end. By the time it was 6:43, Sora was ready to be on his way to the academy. He didn't have to worry about breakfast since they should be serving it in the mornings.
His late mother didn't exist in his world of course, having died in accident when he was still a little child. His father tried his best to raise Sora but of despite his best efforts they ended up drifting apart since Sora entered middle school. Surprisingly, it didn't really bother him, he was always independent and the fact that he and his father never bonded with him didn't have much of a real effect on him. He had to admit that he was lonely at sometimes, though that was only expected of someone who had lost their mother at a young age and had an emotionally distant father. But at school he had plenty of friends to sorta fill the void his mother and his father left.
His father had already left for work by the time he got down stairs, so he would sadly have to take the bike to school. Not that he hated biking to school, it just wasn't something he would like to do every day, especially on the first day of school. He would much rather ride in the back of a nice and comfy car where he would at least get five more minutes of sleep before he had to begin the lackluster activity of getting ready for school. Though he supposed he would have to get over it, cause after this he wouldn't have to do it anymore since he would be living at the academy, even though his house was only five minutes away by care and twenty-seven minutes away by bike.
Sora friends have been almost everything for him from the very beginning, a lot of them he has known since the early years of elementary school. Until in the 5th grade he was held back for not attending school the appropriate amount of days. He wasn't as devastated as he was mad. Sora didn't understand why he had to be held back even when he had passed the grade and had scored above average on the test. It just didn't seem fair to him that he would have to be held back and all of his other friends would move on to middle-school while he would still be stuck. And while he is aggravated that the school would do such a thing, he got over it soon enough, though he still missed his old friends.
It was three years ago that he enrolled into Misaki Academy. It wasn't that he was tired of getting bullied for his weird power, actually not many people bullied him. He just thought that it was interesting that there were in fact other people exactly like him. It didn't take long for him to get adjusted to the school and once he did he start playing pranks on almost everyone there. Of course he got a good scolding from the staff but that didn't stop him one single bit.
7:10AM
After the twenty-seven minute bike from home to the academy, Sora had finally arrived, with his luggage of course. He could already see some familiar faces in the academy as he made his was towards the dorms to get unpacked and settled in. "Ah, now which dorm room was it again?" Sora said to himself as the walked through the hallway, trying his best to recall the number of the dorm from the letter he had received in the mail a few weeks ago during summer break. 'Maybe it would've been a good idea if I had brought the letter with me..' thinking to himself he wandered aimlessly through the hallway. It took him quite a while before he had finally remembered the door room number and he made his way there quickly.
"Guess I made it here first.." he murmured as he entered the door room, seeing that there were four beds he chose the one to the far right of the room. There was a dresser by his bed that he assumed was for clothes. He decided that he would get done with unpacking then he would go down the cafeteria for breakfast. Sora didn't have much to pack up anyways, so hopefully he wouldn't have to take too much time with getting his stuff all neat and tidy, when it obviously wasn't going to stay that way. From what he could recall, the students were to gather at 9:00AM in the Dinning Hall for the Commencement Speech. Then after that he suppose school would start as and the rest of the day would be the ordinary mind-numbing school day.
7:30AM
Once he arrived at the cafeteria he seen a bunch of people from last year as well as a handful of new people gathering around for breakfast. He wasn't going to have much for breakfast anyways, he had always been a light eater and it was something that he sorta thankful for, since he didn't have to stuff his face full of something every waking moment of his life. Sora continued to wonder about who his dorm mates were going to be for this new school year. It also reminded him that after this year of school he would no longer be going to this academy and he would be heading off for college. Not that it really bothered him as much as it would if he were in any other normal human school, it was that he was going to miss being able to see the same old new faces of his friends from the last year of school. Though he supposed he would make new friends in college, though there would obviously be an over whelming amount of humans and he would have to keep his power well hidden.
Whenever he was about ready to leave and go back to his dorm room he spotted, a violet haired young man who he'd never seen at this school before. He actually looked pretty average, 'Oh well, I'll get time to converse with him later' as he continued on his way back to his dorm room, which he hoped he hadn't forgotten the number of it.
Mamoru had already been awake for some time. Unlike his peers, he does enjoy teaching and it was his nature to make sure everything was in order for every one, yes, it includes for the students and his fellow teachers. It can't be helped since he is inherently desire to have all organized. He hates mishaps but, welcomes it due to the opportunity it presents for him to induce much needed punishment. In the end, he had finished ahead of time and was now walking along the grounds of the school. It had not been that long since he had joined the faculty of Misaki Creek. Yes, he is rather the newest addition to the teaching staff, but this is measured by years already. It was a good thing he still holds that title, he finds it entertaining to a certain degree.
The cherry trees were in full blossom and he can't help but smile at its sight. He approached one of the lined trees. The grounds were empty still being early. He stood underneath and leaned his back against its trunk. His crimson eyes looked above. His line of sight passing through the swaying branches of those pink petals, resting his gaze on the beautiful clouds rolling by. In his younger days, he would do this and let the world around him disappear. This moment was his alone and it was amusing to him, imagining various shapes befitting of the clouds he sees. This was a good life for him, most of it. Just like that, time passes him by quietly until...
His cellphone rang. Mamoru took it out of his pocket and answered it nonchalantly. "Hello." He didn't remove his eyes on the sky as an incoherent voice filtered through the speaker of his phone. "Yellow and black as the color? Hmmm... interesting." The conversation continued like that for a few minutes until he lowered his gaze finally and saw from a notable distance some students entering the school grounds. "I'll leave it up to you. Yes, I love you too." Then, the line was cut. He kept his phone and straightened himself. He even made sure to remove some of the petals which had fallen on his form. He can't have himself looking disoriented and filthy in front of the students now.
Clean and neat, passing his taste, Mamoru entered the main building. He was going to check the hallways and other things. There was also the general assembly. Really, the Headmaster should be doing this. He should get a raise, he should discuss that with him. Talking to some of the maintenance staff, he was certain that all was in order. He then continued his observations when he passed a certain room, he could not resist, so he entered and had whimsical desire needed to be satisfied.
Delicate. Ephemeral. Melancholy. It resonated through the spring winds playing with the falling cherry blossoms petals. A melody played by a certain individual who sees such a gesture as an avenue for his sanctuary. It came from the indicated, music hall. Various instruments could be seen in an organized manner. The room expressed an orchestral feeling filled with endless knowledge and limitless imagination. At the core, a black-clothed person stood with a beautiful violin in hand. It was the origin of the echoing notes which seemed to drift from the different locations within the campus. The means? Through the open windows and the passing breeze. It was through it as well that the pink petals fluttered about the room and even on the one playing. Anyone who would chance upon him will be enthralled. It was like a beautiful sad dream had become painstakingly turned into sweet reality.
Alexander slowly woke up from his sleep and rubbed his eyes. The sunshine was so strange to him. He was use to the sun but today was a new day. Today would be the day that his father would allow him to go to school. His father was quite the brute when it came to his own son. After first, he insisted that he himself would teach Alexander as he usually did. Alexander was tired of being home schooled and wanted to interact with others for a change. The idea wasn't very good to his father at first but soon, after explaining that he wanted friends for a change, it was decided. His father worried regardless and was still unsure about his choice.
He paused feeling the slight ruffled from under his blanket. He knew exactly who it was. He giggled as Pucci scuttled up to him. He picked up the small spawn and hugged it lightly. "Good morning Pucci! Are you excited about today? Yeah me too!" He lightly pet the pet on the head enjoying its cute noises. He had jut gotten Pucci on his 16th birthday. He had never been happier to have a companion for his own. They were quite popular to demon children but he himself would never imagine he could get one. It was like receiving a dog for your birthday! It was beyond amazing. He paused hearing a loud crash followed by a deep groan. "Oh! Daddy must be up! Lets go say hi."
He leaped out of bed and smiled while putting the companion on his shoulder. He then ran out of his room and headed downstairs to his fathers room. His father was quite the powerful demon but never truly got use to living outside of his birth world. He barely got use to his composite body. He was such a mess when it came to acting normal. It was funny to watch at times. He paused seeing the tall man on the floor. It seems that he slipped out of bed in his sleep again. At least he was awake.
"Aw come on daddy! You remember how legs work." He said with a giggle. His father groaned and rubbed his head. "Yes yes. I am aware how legs work.... He paused slightly. "Is something the matter daddy?"The tall man stood dusting himself off before looking at his son. "Guess the realization is coming to me now. Your growing up so fast. Your no longer my little trouble bug. Your a big trouble bug and ill have to get use to that." Alexander smiled while hearing his father. It was quite rare for a man like him to show any emotion towards anything. He felt very special.
"Don't you worry daddy. Im not that far away. Besides, ill still be able to call you as often as i need too. Its not like im going away forever." This would be his fathers first time at home by himself. Usually Alexander would go with him anywhere but him now living in dorms, no one would be here for him. His father smiled. "Alright then. Keep that in mind. If you don't call, ill come there and embarrass you myself." He couldn't help but laugh with his father. He enjoyed having little joking moments like this with him.
They both headed to the kitchen to have some breakfast before placing Alexanders luggage in his fathers car. Soon they were on their way to the school. Alexander was quite nervous but more excited then anything. He would have friends and have lots of fun! At least that is what he believed would happen. Just the thought of it made him so excited.
As they finally arrived at the school, his father hugged him once more before patting his head. "Raise hell son." Alexander laughed as he heard his father. His father was fully aware of the things Alexander could do and encouraged it. Keeping his demon roots were important to him. "Stay safe daddy!" He said as he waved to the car now driving off. He grabbed his things and looked around before heading to the dorms to place them down.
6:32
Ethan awoke to the loud sound of the hotel's alarm. He opened his eyes halfway though very quickly shut them again. The alarm kept ringing so he buried his head underneath one of the pillows, refusing to get up to turn off the alarm. He knew very well that this was the first day of school but this didn't stop him from wanting to keep sleeping for the whole week. Once a few minutes had passes the obnoxious ring of the clock had stopped. Only thirty seconds afterwards, however, he heard the click of the door closing. "Ethan, get up!" He heard his mother call and only let out a muffled groan and pulled the blankets up further. he was soon being pried out of the bed and forced to his feet with much persistence. He glared through his messy black hair at his mother as he grabbed the school uniform off of the hotel dresser and headed into the bathroom.
After a quick shower that only barely made him more awake, he got dressed in his wrinkled uniform and put in the small black hoops and studs that go in all the piercings in his ears along with his contact lenses in his his eyes. He shuffled out of the bathroom and collapsed back onto the now made bed but was almost immediately pulled back up. "Come on or we'll be late," Ethan's mother warned.
"We're not going to be late," Ethan grumbled as he put on his black cardigan that was bunched up in the corner of an armchair. He grabbed hold of his suitcases and they headed down to the lobby and out to the rental car.
7:13
Ethan glanced out at the Academy through passenger seat window of the rental car his mother got. While he did go to Misaki Creek for both his freshman and sophomore years, he spent the whole summer in America so he would have to get used to living in Japan all over again. As soon as the car rolled to a stop, the car door opened and Ethan climbed out. The hurried click of his mother's two-inch heels against the pavement soon followed, heading towards the rear of the car. She was spewing out words, reminding Ethan of his dorm number and reassuring herself that they hadn't forgotten anything. "Mom," Ethan interrupted in the middle of one of her short rants, "I'm going to be fine." He was immediately enveloped in his mother's arms.
"I'll miss you," she said as she let go of her son. "I'll be here for the rest of the week in case you need anything."
"I'll be fine," he reassured his mother with a slight bit of annoyance. She nodded and hugged Ethan one last time before pulling his suitcases out of the trunk of the car. He hastily grabbed hold of the suitcases and took off after waving goodbye. It took a few minuted of pacing along the hallways to find his dorm. When he got inside he just dropped his suitcases onto one of the beds and headed straight out the door. It was about 7:30 by now and he was hungry and wanted breakfast. He would have time to unpack and whatnot later. Now was the time to eat. Even though he was hungry, he did not walk quickly. His tiredness outweighed his hunger so he was trudging along at best. It took him almost ten minutes to reach the Dining Hall at the pace he was going. When he got there he just moved into the line to get his food.
"Oh my,...what a lovely day it is...but I don't want to be tardy!"
His eyes slowly opened, presenting two unusual, yet miraculous heterochromia set of orbs: one icy blue and the other light gold. He ruffled his hair and looked at the silver clock on the opposite wall of his lavishly expensive futuristic loft room.... 6:40 am.... Blinking emptily for a few minutes, he then realized he was going to be late for orientation and dorm accommodation day at Misaki Creek.... He was going to be late!!!! The young man, named Christian, hurriedly got out of bed, rushing around the room to find all of his things he needed to get ready. There was a brief knock on the door before the butler entered in, looking cool and calm as ever despite his master running around like a chicken with it's head cut off.
"Master Sinclair, everything is prepared for you so don't worry. Take a nice shower and put on your uniform.", he cheerfully chimed as Christian slowed in his tracks taking a deep breath. With a half lazy smile, Christian nodded and walked into the large adjacent posh grey bathroom. Stripping of his night pants, he slipped inside the crystal ornate shower and turned the sliver knobs, letting the jet spray warm water hit his form. Christian smoothed his silky hair back and took in the relaxing sensation the pulsating jets offered. This was going to be his second and final year at Misaki Creek and he was a little disappointed that he had to graduate and leave Japan to go to a prestigious university back in London.
He was going to leave some good friends behind, never knowing if he was going to visit anytime soon. Christian sighed quietly at that as his back softly hit against the grey marble wall... After ten minutes in the shower, a soaked Christian got out, wrapping his lower half with a beige fluffy towel. He walked over to the large bathroom mirror and stared blankly at himself as he grabbed a clear blue tooth brush and a tube of toothpaste. From outside his bathroom, Christian's uncle strolled into his room and took a seat on a black leather couch. "Make sure to give the headmaster my warmest regards! He has done a lovely job with honing your yokai, beautifully.", he spoke loudly.
"Yes, I will but could you give me some privacy?", Christian replied slightly annoyed, he then spitting out the remaining toothpaste in the sink. His uncle chuckled softly and shook his head, "You always like to be left alone and no one bothering you at home but when you are at school, you become an extroverted lad who likes everyone's company. I really don't get you sometimes even though I have practically help raised you.", he went on and on while Christian mentally rolled his eyes as he gargled his mouth. Christian's uncle waved his hand at the butler, "Make sure to pack all of Christian's luggage into the limo.", he ordered, the butler bowing in affirmation as he exited the loft.
Christian exited the bathroom, zippering up his grey school trousers, "I'll leave you alone and let you finish getting ready... Since the school serves breakfast, I think you should wait to eat until you get there.", he rising from his seat and exiting with a wink on his face. After another five minutes putting on the rest of his school uniform and dousing himself with the finest light cologne, Christian exited his room with his black satchel book-bag slung over his shoulder, quickly heading down the white marble steps to the foyer. Five butlers and maids on each side lined the entrance to the front door. One maid swiftly came behind him and gave him a big bear hug, "I'll miss you so, Chrissy-chan!", she happily said, squeezing him almost to death.
Christian's eyes almost bugled out of his head, "I get it.... I'll miss you too.", he strained, trying to come up for air. Quickly, the head maid swatted the young maid, "Stop that! You know not to hug the young master so tight.", she scolded, reprimanding her for her actions. The maid gave a loud pout and let Christian go from her "death grip". Straightening himself, Christian gave a small smile to the maid, "It's okay, Beatrice.... I like Mura-sama's hugs.", he chuckled softly as he closed the space between the chipper maid, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. The maid quickly blushed and fainted on the spot causing everyone to shake their heads.
After everyone said their goodbyes to Christian and the head maid trying to shake the amorous-struck maid out of her stupor, Christian, now outside, momentarily looked back at the manor and his uncle, "Make sure to call me tonight when you're settled in your dorm.", his uncle said, patting Christian on the back. Christian only nodded and seated himself in the limo, "Please don't call and bother me too much. I need the space.", he replied, not wanting his uncle annoying him and being in his business. His uncle only winked and stepped back from the driveway as the chauffeur closed Christian's side of the door and got inside the drivers seat.
And so, after exiting the driveway and driving down the road, the sleek black Rolls-Royce jetted, cherry blossom petals swiftly fluttering in the wind around the limo, "Ummm, Ricky?", Christian spoke up, "Could you put on my favorite song?". The driver nodded, "Of course, master Sinclair.", he answered, a sweet mellowed tune quickly filling the limo. Christian relaxed against the leather upholstered seat, humming quietly to the song. The ride didn't take too long and soon the Rolls-Royce arrived in front of the school gate causing a couple of the students to look on curiously. The chauffeur stepped outside and causally opened Christian's door.
Stepping outside, the morning light reflected off of Christian causing him to unnaturally glow, cherry blossoms swirling softly around his ivory pale, tall statuesque form. The male students watched in awe as Christian smoothed his hair, nonchalantly, back, silver rimmed aviator shades donning his face coolly, "Thank you, Ricky.... You know where my dorm room is so you can put my luggage near the door.", he politely conjectured. The chauffeur bowed and began taking out the luggage from the trunk. Noticing that he had eyes on him, Christian bowed gracefully to them, "Good day... I hope you all have an enjoyable new school year.", he smiled. They all just nodded dumbfounded as Christian began his stroll around the familiar school grounds.
Having some time to spare, it only being 7:50 am, Christian walked with great graceful strides around the campus until he saw a good friend of his lounging on a near by bench, doodling away to his hearts content. With a knowing lazy smile, Christian quietly walked up to Seto, "Ah.... What might you be doodling, my good man?", he chuckled softly, folding his arms to his chest. Knowing he didn't have long before he was to graduate and head back to England, Christian couldn't help but stare wistfully at Seto behind his dark sunglasses. Secretly sighing deeply, Christian wished so desperately that he could have another year at Misaki and be with his friends.
But that was not to be, Christian finding it increasingly hard to say goodbye and depart from such a fine supernatural academy. "I know you made the twins and I something so tell me, what highly delicious cuisine you brought with you today?", he cheerfully said, his stomach, embarrassingly, beginning to growl. If Christian didn't eat something right away, he was certainly sure he was going to pass out from hunger. With that, Christian took a seat next to Seto and put his arms on the back of the bench, crossing his legs elegantly as he took in the spring morning scene gratefully, "Just....Gorgeous...".
Bodies tired, legs sore, feet aching, the path to school was a long one. For Adrian and Sorin, anyways. Their house was several miles from their destination, Misaki Creek Academy. Before they left, their older cousin offered to give them a ride but they had to refuse. Adrian had a bad case of motion sickness, after all. Sorin had thrown a tantrum at the house, but Adrian didn't give in. There was no way he would allow his body to enter a vehicle that moved, ever. And splitting up on their first day of school was not an option so Sorin grudgingly followed his brother.
"My lungs..." Sorin gasped,"Collapsing!" He threw his hands onto his chest. Adrian rolled his eyes. The two had been walking a couple hours, but both were in fine enough shape to handle this. Especially since the pace of their walking was slow.
"Stop being such a baby, Rin." Adrian mumbled. He readjusted the straps of his duffel bag, making his light gray cardigan fall onto the ground. The cardigan belonged to his outfit given to him by the school as part of the uniform. He wasn't too keen on the double layers so he had thrown it over his shoulder until they got to school grounds. Sorin on the other hand was excited to wear his uniform. Unlike most mornings, he woke up early just to put on his uniform and look good for the day to come. Everything had been going good too, until he realized he had completely forgotten to tie a tie. So it was still hung around Sorin's neck, untied.
The sound of water running made the twins look up. The sound was coming from the creek that they both knew was located near the school. The twins gave each other a look, Sorin smiling. Adrian sighed and nodded his head up and down. It was a cue for Sorin, saying Adrian didn't mind if Sorin ran up ahead.
As Sorin ran down the last of the sidewalk to the school, Adrian bent down to pick up his cardigan. Times like this made Adrian wish he had as much enthusiam towards school as Sorin did. The two boys had different mind sets. All school did was make Adrian stress, and since he just bottled it up, it definitely was not healthy. The red-haired boy continued walking, watching his brother intently as he ran.
Sorin's feet slapped the sidewalk hard. His excitement replaced the exhaustion that had just seconds ago made him drag his feet. When the gates of Misaki Creek Academy came upon him, he turned. The wide expanse of school greeted him. Seeing the school again made him feel at home. Sure, this was only his second year of school here, but after having to leave his real home in Romania, it was hard for him. The year before MCA was the first year the two boys lived in Japan and neither one liked it. When they were accepted into the school, and Sorin made some friends, it was like being back in Romania.
The sight of friends made Sorin slow down to a jog. Making sure they didn't see him, he snuck up behind Christian, the older of the two friends. His body launched forward and onto the blonde haired boy's back.
"Boo!" Sorin yelled. To help from falling off, the blue-haired boy wrapped his arms around Chris' shoulders and his legs around his waist. As he attached his body to Chris', his twin brother walked up. Adrian dropped his bag onto the ground next to the bench that Seto was sitting on. The cardigan he had dropped early was now gently tied onto the strap of the black bag.
A large hand rose from the darkened depths of its owner's threadbare duvet. It slowly extended across to the bed-side table and clumsily felt around, shifting empty cigarette boxes and causing the lamp to fall over in the process, before pausing to lie flat over the cooled surface of a phone. After what seemed like a century of seconds, the hand slowly retreated - now with the phone firmly closed within its grasp - and disappeared, once more, into the shadowy gloom of what lied underneath the covers.
A bird carefully landed itself onto the cold metal fence that surrounded the balcony of the apartment, a single note escaping from its small beak.
No activity occurred within the apartment for a few minutes, nothing but the repetitive tune of the pigeon. A purple mass of hair slowly appeared over the top of the duvet. Slowly, the man pushed himself along the bed's headboard until his whole upper body was resting on it. With eyes, barely open, Noah glanced down at his phone to check the time. It was a little over 7:00 am. Too early. He thought passively, with a yawn. I should go back to sleep.
And with that thought, he did - the weight of his lack of motivation dragging him back down, into the cosy warmth of his pillows and blankets he had grown to succumb to over the years.
OOC: You know what I want to do? Write. You know what I'm not good at? Writing.
Sato didn't have an eye for anything surround him. Cherry blossoms? They look like a bug and act like them, entangling themselves within his already messy hair so he repeatedly had to go through them and shook his head to get rid of those pink annoying petals. Old and new students streaming in with either enthusiasm or otherwise? Too loud, simply too loud. He wondered what was really good about the occupation he chose. First off, students didn't much appreciate teachers; like heck, why should they? Those grown ups gave them task and homework that most of them didn't desire and even find boring. Sato could totally understand that. To be a teacher was for him to be hated, more or less like being a referee in a sport match, or a debt collector, or that police guy who checked whether you parked with ticket or not. No appreciation given for their work, honestly, that's what Sato's opinion was. As an infirmary teacher who honestly didn't have much to do.
A sigh escaped his lips as he went through all the crowds of students and gained himself a way towards the infirmary. Another work day it was for him, and he really hoped that no teacher called sick or something. Being a substitute for a random teacher was getting on his nerves; not only did he not know what to teach those students, but also he couldn't refer them with their names. It was simply hell, and such a pain in the ass. Nothing came good out of his substitute lessons anyways, eventually he let them do self-study, it was simple and easy. He only needed to watch over them and that was already boring enough.
Upon his arrival at the school building, he took a way around and made a short stop in the cafeteria. He noticed some familiar eyes watching his doing, but at the moment, he couldn't care less. He urged for coffee, and there he went taking one soon then disappeared to the infirmary. The coffee was warm, and its fragrance made his steps faster than ever. He stopped no less then several minutes afterward and opened the door to the infirmary. A warm breeze of spring welcomed him inside; as his eyes then settled on the open window. Slightly, his eyebrow twitched. He was sure that he remembered to shut the window though. For a few seconds he tried to remember, but he gave up soon. It didn't look like anything was stolen; plus there wasn't anything valuable either in the infirmary so it wasn't such a big deal anyone had to make a fuss over.
He stepped inside and took a seat at the table he positioned close to the window. From there, he was able to see the students still coming from wherever to enter the school building. He rather enjoyed to watch them, that while drinking a coffee. He only smoked when class was in session as he was prohibited to be a bad example or whatever shit the rules there was. It would rather interest him to see those people's faces knowing he allowed some students to smoke in the infirmary actually. Well, it definitely would be interesting to know, yet he didn't want to be kicked out as of yet. This job was too heavenly to give up on, after all.
Sato leaned back on his chair, gazing outside the window. He was glad that the pink petals didn't make their ways into the infirmary, that'd be hell of work to clean everything out. For now, he just enjoyed the fresh breeze, ignoring the loud chatter of the students in the background while taking a nip of the warm coffee. Today, he hoped for peace, for silence and for healthy students.
A sigh escaped his lips as he went through all the crowds of students and gained himself a way towards the infirmary. Another work day it was for him, and he really hoped that no teacher called sick or something. Being a substitute for a random teacher was getting on his nerves; not only did he not know what to teach those students, but also he couldn't refer them with their names. It was simply hell, and such a pain in the ass. Nothing came good out of his substitute lessons anyways, eventually he let them do self-study, it was simple and easy. He only needed to watch over them and that was already boring enough.
Upon his arrival at the school building, he took a way around and made a short stop in the cafeteria. He noticed some familiar eyes watching his doing, but at the moment, he couldn't care less. He urged for coffee, and there he went taking one soon then disappeared to the infirmary. The coffee was warm, and its fragrance made his steps faster than ever. He stopped no less then several minutes afterward and opened the door to the infirmary. A warm breeze of spring welcomed him inside; as his eyes then settled on the open window. Slightly, his eyebrow twitched. He was sure that he remembered to shut the window though. For a few seconds he tried to remember, but he gave up soon. It didn't look like anything was stolen; plus there wasn't anything valuable either in the infirmary so it wasn't such a big deal anyone had to make a fuss over.
He stepped inside and took a seat at the table he positioned close to the window. From there, he was able to see the students still coming from wherever to enter the school building. He rather enjoyed to watch them, that while drinking a coffee. He only smoked when class was in session as he was prohibited to be a bad example or whatever shit the rules there was. It would rather interest him to see those people's faces knowing he allowed some students to smoke in the infirmary actually. Well, it definitely would be interesting to know, yet he didn't want to be kicked out as of yet. This job was too heavenly to give up on, after all.
Sato leaned back on his chair, gazing outside the window. He was glad that the pink petals didn't make their ways into the infirmary, that'd be hell of work to clean everything out. For now, he just enjoyed the fresh breeze, ignoring the loud chatter of the students in the background while taking a nip of the warm coffee. Today, he hoped for peace, for silence and for healthy students.
The room was quiet and serene with the exception of a few birds chirping away outside of his window and Joe felt rather at peace on such a lovely morning. The quiet and thus most of the peace was cleanly shattered as the alarm from his phone began to ring signalling that it was time to wake up and begin the day. Joseph looked at the time which said 6:30 and he realized that he had already been up for about ten minutes. Though all he had managed to do in that time was lay on his bed almost half asleep. Realizing what time it was he immediately got up and started to prepare for the day to come. He had quickly taken his morning shower, gathered up all the things he'd need for the year and gotten dressed in a simple white collared shirt and black pants. As soon as he was ready he checked the time and made his way downstairs toward the door."Mom it's seven, are you ready to go yet?"
"Yes I'm ready lets go, you don't want to be late on your first day of school after all." She said as she made her way out to her car, with Joe following behind her.
After a twenty minute ride he finally arrived in front of Misaki Creek. He wrapped his mother in a hug, said his goodbyes, and then grabbed all of his things. As he stood in front of the school he found himself smiling at the sight of the school and the sweet smell of cherry blossoms in the air. The cherry blossoms were among his favorite things at the school and was one of the things he missed most over the summer.
He quickly made his way to his dorm room with a small smile stuck upon his face all the while. He had already spotted some familiar faces among the returning students and though he may not talk to many of them he felt extremely eager to be back amid the rest of the students. When he arrived at his dorm room he noticed the bags atop one of the two beds, it seems Ethan had already arrived. He quickly placed his bags on the remaining bed and headed right for the cafeteria. He would have plenty of time to unpack later, right now he was starving and it was time to eat. When he arrived at the cafieteria he quietly moved into line and waited to get his food.
The sound of Chris's voice made Seto's cheek flush a soft pink color as he looked up smiling. "Good morning, Sinclair." Handing Chris's his note pad, all it had was music notes and no lyrics. Some notes where off the chart lines and others were upside down or right side up. None of his music ever made since to people, even his music teacher had hard times of understanding. But the only thing that mattered what that he himself understood it all.
"I know you made the twins and I something so tell me, what highly delicious cuisine you brought with you today?" Chris cheerfully said, his stomach starting to growl as he sat down next to Seto comfortably. The sound of the mans stomach made Seto giggle, shuffling his hand away inside his bag, starting to pull out the baked goods.
"Well...it's corn dog muffins. I hope that it's ok." Blushing more feeling a little shy, he opened the container to offer Chris some. He always did love feeding Chris, seeing his reactions to Seto's cooking was always so cute. "There is plenty so have as much as you like."
But before Chris could respond Sorin had snuck up on him "Boo!" Sorin yelled, wrapping himself around Chris' shoulders and his legs around his waist.
Smiling softly, Seto put down the container onto the bench, taking his book back from Chris so that it wouldn't fall. "Morning Silivasi, you too hungry?" He said to Sorin, but lifted his hand to wave ever so softly at Adrian, as if to say good morning to him too.
The twins were the first friends he had ever made in school. The others would mostly, stay away from Seto, knowing he is the son of Kito, it was hard to be friends with a Teacher's son. But he was fine by it, it left him to his studies and his music. He wasn't sad about not having friends or anything, he actually sat back and enjoyed watching others and their lives fly past with fun, drama, sadness, happiness, it just went on and on. Seto felt like he was in it without being close to it. So in a way everyone was like secret friends of his. He grew to know almost everything about everyone. Even though he has only been in high school for about a year or two, it was still easy.
In the end, he did end up with a few great friends, it's something that he'd always put first, before himself. Seto was only afraid of one thing when t came to his friends, and that was of himself. What if they got hurt or something bad happened to them. Seto would snap and he doesn't know what would happen. He wishes he would never have that happen.
Rubbing his cheek softly, his smile slowly dropped. He could hear the sound of soft music in the air, it was distant, but he could hear it as if it was right next to him. Looking around from where he sat the music suddenly stopped. It was odd, it didn't even come from the school music room, sure there was someone playing there, but this was different. He felt as if he had heard the tune before, but couldn't remember where from.
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