Sephiriel was sitting in her usual spot on the couch in the Fuhenâs living room when Michael strolled in a few days later, wearing a suspiciously-broad grin. She looked up from what she was reading in just enough time to snatch a cloth bundle out of the air before it hit her face. Blinking, she set the book aside and examined the contents of the bag: some kind of blue jacket, a piece of fabric in grey that would have been a skirt if it was longer, and a white shirt with buttons. âYouâre a bit late, Michael,â she informed him archly, raising an eyebrow and wrinkling her nose at the grey thing especially. âKazehana took me shopping for mortal plane clothing yesterday.â Sheâd taken a little too much enjoyment from the angelâs disbelief at what passed for acceptable, especially when it came to undergarments. She⊠preferred not to recall it.
The fallen angel snorted, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his broad chest. It was an achingly-familiar gesture, and she felt a twinge between her lungs. âNot quite the same thing, Seph. Thatâs a school uniform. Iâve enrolled you to attend class with Kirito and Cassie.â
âAnd the reason I cannot simply remain invisible and follow them that way isâŠ?â Sephiriel realized with some trepidation that the grey article was a skirt, and suppressed a shudder. It wouldnât even reach her knees. Who wore things like this? Caspar, however, provided her no answer, merely fixing her with a look. She knew from experience that he would not be swayed on this, for some reason or another, and could only assume that heâd decided it wise to meddle for some reason. She sighed; while her stubbornness could match his own, they had both learned to pick their battles with each other, and it wasnât a horrible idea, as far as they went.
Which was, perhaps, how she found herself walking to school the next morning, alongside her charges. The skirt was too short, but at least sheâd managed to procure some socks that extended almost far enough upwards to cover the difference. Ridiculous, honestly. Though neither of them knew it, Death was elsewhere doing much the same, save that his problem was with the collar of his shirt, or more specifically, the blue tie that was half-strangling him. Apparently, Bartram had decided that it was a good idea to enroll himself and Akeldama as students at the Fuhensâ private school. He was not convinced.
The next day, Cassiel readied herself for school, putting on her uniform, pulling her hair into a ponytail, and made sure nothing was out of place. Once she was satisfied, she went into the kitchen, grabbing a few things and laid them across the table. Tapping a thoughtful finger to her chin, a sudden light shined behind her eyes as she began cutting and chopping before she arranged three lunch boxes. Her mother had shown her how to make bento boxes, since they had been mainly what she and Kazehana had as children, growing up in Japan. She, instead, made something a little more, modernized and simply put the boxes away in her bag. To say she was excited would have been an understatement. Sephiriel would be joining Kirito and herself for school, hence the reason for the third boxed lunch.
It had upset her a bit the way Kirito had treated the angel, and Cassiel made it a point to show Sephiriel that she was welcomed, if not anything else. Though she had her doubts about some things, she felt the need to make Sephiriel feel welcomed, even if it was just starting off slowly, with lunch. Baby steps, she thought as she walked down the street, an extra skip to her walk. She wondered briefly if Sephiriel would be attending the same classes as Kirito and herself. That would be nice if she did. She could try and get Sephiriel to talk a little more, learn the different dialects of the world now since it was different from the world then. It wasn't long before she arrived at the school building, smiling brightly as she made her way towards her home room.
Kirito sighed, propping a hand up against his chin. He and Sephiriel were already in class, and the day had not even begun and Sephiriel had already been hit on by five of his classmates. Not that he really cared, and most of them, if not all, flew straight over her head, but it did tend to make the day rather...boorish.
He wondered vaugely why his uncle had thought it a good idea to enroll her as a student, but, there was little to be done about it now. He looked up slightly when Cass entered, giving his cousin a half-hearted wave.
Akeldama, on the other hand, was having a few difficulties already. Khalid would be in Kirito and Cassiel's class, while she would be put in a lower grade. This did not please the horseman, not one bit. So, glaring up at the human woman, Dama stomped her foot. "No! Dama wants to go see Gir!"
If she had not been under strict orders from Bartram to act human, Dama would have already made this puny human's head go squish. It would have run such a nice color red, too. Such a shame, really. The woman sighed. "I've told you, there is no one by that name in this class. Now, would you please return to your own-- hey!"
Losing her patience, Akeldama simply pushed past the teacher, her red eyes zoning in on Kirito, and made a bee-line for him. She grabbed onto his arm, and then began to viciosly poke him, saying, "Gir! Gir! Dama wants to see you! Let Gir out, you stupid human! GIR!!!"
At first, Kirito really had no idea how to react to being poked by some random albino chick, but at her last saying of Gir, she'd stuck her fingers in his mouth, prying it open and yelling down his throat. At that, Kirito tumbled over backwards with a crash, staring up at her. "What the hell?! Go away, and stay out of my mouth!"
Sephiriel had difficulty understanding how it was that so many people who didnât even know her name were suddenly so interested in talking to her, and she also couldnât decide why all of them had far fewer personal space boundaries than either Kirito or Cassiel. There was also the fact that all of them were male, but she didnât notice this because honestly, most of the people she ever interacted with were male, so there was that. She was polite, but stern, and eventually they were forced away by either a friend or the start of class, leaving her slightly perplexed as to what the point of all the talking had even been.
It was perhaps only worse when she felt the Horsemen enter the premises, and her entire form tensed as one of them, the girl Famine, entered the room, shouting down the teacher and immediately making her way over to Kirito and manhandling him. Sephirielâs lips pursed together, and she left her chair to separate them just as Death walked in. Spotting the angel, Dama, and Kirito engaged in some kind of three-way struggle to get what they wanted without revealing what they were, he immediately gained the attention of the teacher. âPlease excuse my sister, madam,â he said politely, locking eyes with her and seeming to stare intently. âShe is not well, but something went wrong with her registration. It is best if she remains with me for the day.â His left eye glittered, flickering red for the briefest of moments, and the teacher, who had been clearly about to protest, smiled instead.
âI see. Iâm so sorry to hear that. If you need to, you can seat her next to yourself. Just please do what you can to keep her calmed.â Khalid nodded sagely and advanced to where the others were, taking hold of Akeldamaâs elbow. âDama, stop. You can stay in here, but you must come sit with me. Do not disturb the humans,â he added, the last low enough that only the non-humans in the room would even be able to hear it. He made brief eye contact with a vengeful-looking Sephiriel, then the Witnesses, but turned on his heel thereafter, leading Dama away to another section of the classroom, closer to the window, which he promptly commenced staring out of.
Dama puffed out her cheeks, but reluctantly went to sit next to Khalid, shooting vehement glares at Kirito for most of the class. Kirito, on the other hand, massaged his jaw, sitting back down. He wondered why exactly Khalid and Akeldama were here. But then...so was Sephiriel, so he shouldn't be overly surprised. They were all connected in some way, and he'd bet his ass that it was Bartram behind the other's enrollment.
Kirito sighed through his nose, finding it rather difficult to concentrate. Alamgir was just barely kept in check, really only because Sephiriel was sitting directly in front of him. The presence of two other horsemen was almost unbearable for him. He looked tiredly at the blackboard. This was going to be a very long school-year.
After finally growing bored with glaring at Kirito, Dama began to amuse herself by doodling on the paper in front of her. She had little interest in what was being taught.
She was here for one reason only, and that was because Bartram had asked her to try and get Alamgir to surface. It was easy to see what War's goal was. If they exposed Alamgir to the general public, it would cause chaos and mayhem, not to mention force Kirito into hiding, and make it easier all-around to begin their jobs. But, it had to be done delicately, without revealing what they were, meaning, herself and Khalid. The whole thing made Dama weary. She'd rather just crush all the humans around her and be done with it.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, Dama tugged on Khalid's sleeve. "Hey, Kal...Dama's hungry." She looked up at him with big, round, red eyes.
Khalid looked down at Dama, and appeared to consider her words for a moment. Nodding, he stood from his desk. âThis is the time when the humans eat as well Dama,â he said simply. There should be a cafeteria around here somewhere, and he followed the stream of students until they reached the line. He hoped they had a lot more food than they needed, else Dama would probably eat too much of it.
Sephiriel, meanwhile, watched the horsemen exit the classroom and turned to her two charges. She made sure Cassiel was fine (which she was), before turning to Kirito. âHow are you?â she inquired quietly. She knew it would be rather difficult to keep Alamgir at bay with both of them around, even if, as usual, Death wasnât doing much to try and influence him one way or another. Famine alone would be troublesome, and she knew that if they were ever unlucky enough to meet War, there would simply be no chance.
Kirito loked up at Sephiriel, his eyes red instead of purple. Other than that, though, there were no other showings that Alamgir was present. His hair, and temperment, were purely Kirito. He sighed through his nose. "I'm managing."
He then stood up and cracked his neck. He simply wanted this day to be over already. "Come on...It's time for lunch." He said little else, his manerisms stiff, calculated.
Akeldama, on the other hand, was practically skipping alongside Khalid. Once they reached the line, she got slightly impatient, but when she got to the food, she kept asking for more. Khalid had to keep pushing her along to get her to move, and when they finally got to a table, Dama had more food on her plate than one person could even eat. There were quite a few kids staring at the skinny girl as she began to eat it. Or perhaps, a better word, inhale.
Cassiel blinked when she reached the room, waving to her cousin as he waved to her. She took her usual seat beside him and waited for the day to start. She was, however, slightly startled when a white-haired girl attacked Kirito's mouth searching for Gir. She could only speculate that this girl knew who Gir was, therefore, also knew who Kirito was. She did not, however, hide the fact that she was slightly amused by the girl trying to reach for Gir through Kirito's mouth. It wasn't until another student entered, her eyes meeting his as he took the girl away. Something seemed...sad about him that it caused her to frown. She recognized him as the one who was on the roof that night and her frown only deepened. Before she knew it, the bell for lunch signaled and she quickly packed her things away, grabbing her bag of made lunches as she followed after Kirito and Sephiriel.
They were soon in the cafeteria, Cassiel blinking owlishly at the sight. Usually a majority of the students opted to sit outside, but apparently this wasn't the case. There was only one table left and Cassiel made a beeline for it. Once everyone was settled, she pulled the boxes from the bag and presented each one to Kirito and Sephiriel. "I made these for you this morning. This school requires that you pay for lunch and I hardly doubt dad gave you any money. I usually make lunch for Kirito and myself, but I figured since you were attending with us, I'd make one for you as well, Sephiriel," she stated, holding out the purple box with Sephiriel's name written upon it.
Sephiriel took the box with perhaps more delicacy than strictly warranted by the situation, as though it were some object for which reverence should be shown. She blinked in surprise as she set it down on the table and opened itâshe recognized almost none of the items, but strictly speaking, she hadnât required sustenance until sheâd assumed this form. Whatever it was, it smelled very pleasant. She looked over at Cassiel, and though the expression was slight, so slight it might almost be missed, she smiled. âI⊠thank you, Cassiel. That was very kind of you.â It may even qualify as the kindest thing anyone had done for her in a long time. Certainly since she arrived here.
The smile, small as it was, faded immediately when Death sat down across from her, and only then did she realize that Famine was already present. She glared at him, and he just looked back at her, something unnamable passing behind the blue of his eyes before he looked down. âMy apologies for the inconvenience,â he said dully, âbut there is nowhere else.â Technically, the horsemen had been there first, which was perhaps the reason why she only grunted softly and looked back down at her food.
Well, Khalid thought to himself, glancing at each of them before he refocused his attention on making sure that Akeldama did not inadvertently elbow him in the side, this is awkward.
Kirito was not at all pleased with the way this day was turning out. It was just going from bad to worse. It was one thing to be in the same room as two other Horsemen, but being in this close of proximity to them was too much.
Akeldama was also not helping, seeing as, between huge mouthfuls of food, she was turning and poking Kirito in the side. For the better part of ten minutes, he ignored her, but with each poke, a strand of his hair was turning white. Finally, when his hair was a rather interesting tye-dye blend of white and purple, he turned to Akeldama and growled, "Would you stop poking me, you insolent brat."
Dama's eyes widened, and then, mouth full and all, she grinned widely. "Gir!"
Kirito rolled his eyes. "Not quite."
Cassiel smiled brightly at Sephiriel as she sat down next to the girl, immediately beginning to dig into her own lunch when the two others from before sat with them. She blinked softly, almost as if she were seeing an illusion, but shrugged her shoulders nonetheless. They were not doing anything hazardous yet, so she supposed it would be fine. "The cafeteria usually isn't this packed, but there isn't a seating chart for where everyone is to sit. You are welcome to sit wherever you like," she stated, her tone soft, her smile still present. She glanced towards the white-haired girl and tried not to laugh as she opened her mouth at Kirito. Perhaps not the most pleasant thing he's ever seen, she thought as she poked at her box. The girl seemed to enjoy eating, and an idea popped in her head.
"Dama," she called, recalling the girl referring to herself as such, "You can have this," she stated, pulling a bag of homemade chocolate chip cookies. She planned on giving them to Sephiriel and Kirito, however; it seemed that the girl liked to eat, and if it helped Kirito out a bit, then who was she to not help her cousin? "I made them last night," she stated, handing the bag to the white-haired girl with a bright smile. These people apparently made her smile more than usual...not that she minded. It was nice that, for once, they were not at each others throat. Well, perhaps not yet anyway if Dama kept pestering Kirito.
Kirito's eyes narrowed slightly as his cousin gave Dama cookies. He sighed through his nose. "You're not supposed to feed stray cats, Cass. It makes them stick around."
Dama, on the other hand, was staring at the cookies with something like a cross between longing and suspicion on her face. She glanced back and forth between Cassiel and the cookies. She loved cookies. But Cassiel was a Witness, and worse, she was Nephilim. She glanced up at Khalid, who only stared back at her. She puffed out her cheeks.
"Dama isn't a cat...why do Bart and Gir have to be butts?" She muttered softly.
Kirito snorted, another strand of his hair turning stark white. "Because that's our job, Dama."
Khalid was opening his mouth to tell Dama that it was fine to eat them, given the fact that she obviously wanted to, but he never had the chance. âWatch out,â he said instead, reaching across the table such that his hand hovered a few inches from Cassielâs nose. Just as well that he hadâa partially-eaten apple smacked into his gloved palm thereafter, and his fingers closed around it, securing it in place. He brought the hand back in front of him, blinking at the fruit before he aimed it at a nearby trashcan and tossed. It landed where it was supposed to, thudding into the can, and there was a flurry of whispers from a few tables down.
âMoron! You were supposed to hit Fuhen.â A pause. âThe guy Fuhen. Are you quarterback or not?â This was met with some general dissatisfaction from a few other people, and then something a lot less⊠solid than an apple went flying for Kirito, but this went wide and hit someone else in the back.
Apparently, such an error was all it tookâit was complete chaos after that. Someone naturally took offense to the toss, and retaliated with beans catapulted from a plastic fork, and then everyone in the packed cafeteria seemed inclined to join in. Khalid sighed through his nose, standing and gesturing for the others to do the same. As soon as they did, he turned the small table over on its side, providing a shield from all incoming food, and sat with his back against it, legs crossed, and calmly resumed eating his own lunch.
Perhaps a blink was all it took as Cassiel stared at the hand in front of her, an apple in its grasp. She blinked confused for a second before she heard someone state about aiming for the other Fuhen. She sighed softly, standing when Khalid spoke to do so and grabbed her lunch. Once the table was over turned, she took a seat on the other side of Khalid, sighing softly. They had gone three months without a food fight, three months. The last one was a result of someone trying to hit Kirito (not surprisingly) and of course, just as this one had, someone took offense and began attacking each other.
"You draw too much attention Kiki," she stated softly, eating her food in the process before pausing. She glanced towards Khalid and smiled a bit softly. "Thanks for that, by the way. The apple," she stated before returning to her meal. It would only be a matter of minutes before the teachers came in to put a stop to it, however; she was sure Kirito might join in the fun. He did last time. She glanced towards Sephiriel and offered her an apologetic smile. "Probably not the best first impression for this school," she stated. It was Sephiriel's first day at the school, and Cassiel was sure that the angel had a lesser opinion than she once did.
Kirito, however, was in no mood to join in the fun, seeing as he was no longer Kirito. With an iritated sigh, he sat down on the floor, his hair now snow white, and resumed eating. Alamgir was a lover of chaos, but this....this was utterly insane. It was more Bartram's scene than his.
Dama, on the other hand, was rather fascinated. She was not quite sure why people were throwing food, but she kind of liked it. She stood, watching for a second, before laughing out loud, and went running off. She was then seen sitting atop the quarterbacks' shoulders, her hands covering his eyes as the guy scowled and swore. As food went flying by her, she was trying, and surprisingly succeeding, in catching it in her mouth.
Alamgir peeked over the edge, a white eyebrow raised before turning to Khalid. "And Bartram thinks that I'm crazy..."
âBartram has not interacted overmuch with humanity,â he replied flatly, glancing back over at Cassiel. âThink nothing of it.â He certainly wouldnât. Sephiriel, meanwhile, huffed sitting between the cousins and shaking her head. Honestly, this wasnât that badâthese people had nothing on some of the antics Michael and Uriel had been capable of. Especially the latter; he was always causing trouble. This was more trivial and annoying than anything, though she would admit to some morbid curiosity about Famineâs antics, and occasionally leaned back to check that the girl was still fine.
Why she did this, she had no idea. It wasnât like a Horseman of the Apocalypse couldnât handle herself against mere humans⊠perhaps it was actually the humans she was looking out for, come to think of it. Whatever the case, it seemed fine, at least until a carton of milk smacked into the very top edge of the table, spilling over and hitting Seph in the head, and possibly one or two of the others as well. Then she just got mad. She reminded herself that killing humans was a grave sin and she should never commit it, but when the cold milk started to trickle down her spine, she stood up slowly, taking the brownie from Deathâs tray into one of her hands. It was too hard to eat anyway, and Khalid wasnât going to stop her.
Leaning sideways to avoid another piece of flying food, she homed in on the person whoâd thrown the milk, identifiable largely because he was pointing in their direction and laughing. Winding back, she pitched the stale confection in a perfect arc across the room, smacking him in the temple hard enough to break the baked good, glared at his stunned expression, and then promptly sat back down. âI donât suppose anyone has a napkin?â
For a second, Alamgir blinked owlishly at Sephiriel. Then, silently, the Horseman of Conquest handed the Angel a napkin. "Boy, remind me to never piss you off, Blondie."
He then returned his gaze to Akeldama, and with a tired sigh, he stood up. Famine was now literally licking food off the floor. Alamgir wrinkled his nose in disgust, grabbing the girl by the back of her shirt collar, slinging her over his shoulder. "Alright, Dama, come on. That's enough for one day." He returned to the table, Dama swinging madly from his back, giggling all the while.
"Can we get out of here now?"