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Razeluxe Kagoshima

"What happens to your heart if it's already broken?"

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a character in “Yamaku Academy: School for the Disabled.”, as played by FamishedPants

Description

Name: Razeluxe Kagoshima "Raze"

Birthday: May 11th

Gender: Male

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Appearance: Razeluxe stands at a height of 5 feet, 11 inches and weighs roughly 177 lbs. He has a full head of brown hair that falls to just before his chin, which he tends to let stay unkempt, though never is it dirty. His eyes are a deep blue that seems to invite warmness to those he looks at. His build would be that of an athletic person, for he is quite active in spite of his own restrictions and he does have some muscle, though by no means is he 'ripped'. For the most part, he simply sports the male school uniform, though he dislikes tucking in the shirt and leaves the collar out, adding a small twist to himself. When not wearing a uniform, he's usually seen wearing a jacket with a simple white undershirt and jeans.

There lays a scar hidden beneath his clothing. It spans from the top of his chest to the bottom, about an inch and a half wide. Directly underneath that scar is another that looks exactly like a division sign. He sees it both as a reminder that he isn't able to do everything he wants, and as a permanent blemish on himself, and so is self-conscious and doesn't often show anyone he doesn't trust.

Disability:

Aortic Stenosis - much like Hisao Nakai, Razeluxe has a serious heart condition that required heart surgery to treat. This is why he has scars plaguing his front body. On top of this, he also had an Arrhythmia, though this was not a life-threatening one such as Hisao's. The Aortic Stenosis acted similar to Hisao's own heart condition in that it drained him of his stamina and it made it feasibly fatal were Raze to strain himself too hard. He also must take blood pressure medication for his heart.

Epilepsy - Razeluxe does not have the seizures you are probably thinking of, though he has been told that there's always that risk. His seizures manifest as multiple things, such as simply staring at something for a minute, and they are known to have caused him Migraines. They aren't triggered by rapid flashes or the sort, and simply occur randomly, though lack of sleep does seem to increase his chances. He also takes a medicine to lower the amount of seizures he has.

Personality: Despite his physical limitations, Raze does not completely let himself rot away or become a couch potato. He earned a black-belt in Tae-Kwon-Do and practices it often, and he does play sports - to an extent- like anyone else. He is easily a good friend, always in a happy mood and never disrespecting people who don't deserve so. He enjoys gaming and when playing against others, he can be quite competitive. He also enjoys reading a book on occasion.

Given the right person, Razeluxe may subconsciously assume a brotherly role to someone. Quite easily spotted by his protectiveness and very caring words, this most often gets mistaken as love, or flirting too. But again, it's just his nature, and for people he honestly, really trusts.... well, it might make sense.

He is usually pretty outgoing, though he's never dated nor felt 'feelings' for anyone, and figures he will probably be a shier person once he does. He can come off quite chivalrous, however, and despises those who would pick on others, girls especially. This can backfire immensely because girls often take this for flirtation, which it hasn't ever been. The reason he thinks he'd be shy had he a crush is because he's shy when girls hit on him. This leads him to some mumbling and nervous chuckling.

He's essentially a kindhearted-heartless.

Bio: Razeluxe was born with both of his complications, though they didn't show up until later in his life. Born in the United States of America, he is more American than he is Japanese, due to his long stay there, and some people might be able to tell due to the references he makes and the general air about him.

He grew up with his mother, father and younger sister, Sakura. His father owned a small diner while his mother worked as a nurse, leaving the young boy to take care of his younger sibling most of the time. They developed a strong platonic bond, and even became best friends of sorts. Razeluxe would read to her and she'd listen, and that's how they would spend afternoons, with an occasional outside day.

When he was fourteen, he underwent heart surgery which left a big and memorable scar on the middle of his chest. To this day, he can still remember pleading for water as if he were going to die, and he really thought he was going to. He found out that heart surgery is horrible, and he hopes never to be in that situation again. After all, the recovery process took time off of his martial arts, and that was a very big hobby to him back then. But, when he recovered, he jumped right back into his shoes and earned himself a black-belt in the following years.

Aside from a single exception, there was never really anything 'interesting' about his life. He was always kind, more so later in his life for personal reasons, he believes, and there was never any parental abuse or real drama. That same 'exception' from before scared Razeluxe's parents into moving to Japan, where Yamaku was located, and that's how he got to where he is today.

So begins...

Razeluxe Kagoshima's Story

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So there it stood. Yamaku Academy, Razeluxeā€™s new education facility, and his new prison. What was so wrong with his old school? It wasnā€™t like he was going to keel over and die right there in the middle of his normal school in front of his normal friends and die somewhat normally. ā€œChanceā€ was what they said. There was a chance he could simply have a heart attack, or a serious seizure, which is why they said he should move to this school. The one for all the disabled people. That sure as hell made him feel good. Now he wasnā€™t with his best friends anymore, and heā€™d have to start anew.

These ancient, worn designs on this gate werenā€™t his own, they were Yamakuā€™s. He still just didnā€™t know If he was going to get over that fact ā€“ that heā€™d have to restart life once again, just like when he moved from America. Raze enjoyed meeting new people and earning new friends, but he didnā€™t like doing so at the cost of old ones. As much as heā€™d like to stay and angst, he did hear about an opening ceremony he must really get to, lest he be late.

By now, there werenā€™t too many people at the front gates for obvious reasons, so instead of pushing his way through a bustling crowd of students, he walked his way straight towards his destination without bumping into a single person. Guess if anything, being somewhat late was good. He got to walk without restriction and he bet that bumping into a student without legs or something would be really, really awkward. To many of these other students, he bet heā€™d look like a normal kid, a bully simply knocking poor, defenseless students off their not-so-fleshy feet like he was better than them. Surely in this school of the disabled, he would still be weird.

His journey took him through some halls which he had the pleasure of being shown a few days prior (because he had a horrible sense of direction and would easily get lost otherwise) and past a few turns, down the tile walkways. Each tile had a simple pattern, he noticed. The child in him said to maybe play a game ā€“ the hot-lava game as he called it, where certain tiles spelled doom for those who walked on them. Then he realized he wasnā€™t five anymore, and promptly threw away that idea. Reluctantly.
It wasnā€™t long after that he found his destination and to his dismay, it was a bit crowded. Finding a seat would be a pain, it seemed. Ironically, you couldnā€™t count the amount of students Raze saw without arms on your hand. He felt badā€¦ whereas his own disability was stamina-related, some might not even be able to throw a ball or punch! It also reinforced his idea that he shouldnā€™t be in this place when they could spend time and effort on someone who needed it more. He sighed ā€“ no, he was being bitter and thatā€™s not who he was. He was normally happy and enthusiastic, now down and looking for any excuse to get his ass out of a situation. A shake of his brown head and a flicker of a smile, he decided to stop angsting and simply man-up!

And so he took a seat he foundā€¦ā€¦ right behind a pink-haired girl. How strangeā€¦

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(( OOC: Ok so sorry for the extreme delay in a post like I said hard day but hopefully I can try and catch up and get on passe with everyone so yay~ maybe :P ))

Peachy felt... ok slightly traumatized maybe by how fast everything had happened. And she could not even get up and follow to help because of her stupid weak legs that were still shaking and hurting. She curled up and hugged her legs that were shaking and sore and she bit back tears. People sat in front or away from her seeing her legs shaking and the event's with the azma attack. She sighed and closed her eyes laying them agaisnt her knees as she tried to find some form of piece in her mind that was like a tornado going off and around faster then she'd cared to think.

Peachy sat curled up with her shaking weak legs agaisnt her for awhile until the sound of someone sitting behind her caught her attention. She lifted her head still fighting back tears some that was brought on by pain the other by feeling utterly useless and confused. She turned her head and saw a boy who looked well... Compared to Peachy with her short stature pitiful legs and weak body... Like a giant. "Hey... Is it ok... If I talk with you." She forced a weak smile. "It helps distract me from the pain in my legs when they get really bad like this.." She let go a little and they began to shake again. She sighed and hugged them close once more as she twisted around in her seat until she could see the boy with relative ease but still have her head in her lap.

Peachy at first just stared at the boy her large blue eyes taking in his features so she would remember him later. Then when she got tired of staring she awkwardly grabbed and pulled on a bit of her wild peach colored hair. She wove it around her finger and felt herself growing calmer. "Whats your name?" She blushed suddenly feeling awkward. "I should have told you mine first before asking... My name is Peachy Ro... Sorry if your not very talky... I just kinda wanna make a friend... and make sense of this crazy day... It this place." She closed her orb like blue eyes and took deep silent breaths as she pushed the thought of pain out of her head, as well as the large amount of worry and guilt over the wild actions that had previously taken place...

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"Hey... Is it ok... If I talk with you?"

Razeluxeā€™s attention was grabbed by none other than the pink-haired girl who sat before him with her legs hugged tightly to herself. Why she was doing such a think confused him, at first.

"It helps distract me from the pain in my legs when they get really bad like thisā€¦"

The young, brown-haired man had to seriously resist the urge to frown upon seeing her force a smile, and hearing her talk about pain. He hated hearing about others in pain, especially girls. He especially hated hearing people in pain who were cute girls. His calm, blank look turned into a warm, caring smile quite quickly, his friendly side taking over with relative ease. ā€œI donā€™t mind in the least.ā€ He answered, then receiving some words of her own.

ā€œPeachy? Such a beautiful and unique name.ā€ he complimented, hoping to maybe see her smile genuinely. ā€œMy name is Razeluxe Kagoshima, but if that is too hard to pronounce, you may shorten it to Razeā€¦.. or well, sorryā€¦ I forget about titles and the sort, for Iā€™ve lived in America most of my life. Much different.ā€ He laughed. His blue orbs tried to lock onto hers, but her eyes had closed, denying him this. ā€œThis schoolā€¦. It does feelā€¦. Well, I understand how you feel, I think. Just a sudden switch of scenery and youā€™re not even able to see your old friends anymoreā€¦..ā€ he frowned for just a second, before taking it back and smiling again. ā€œWell, Iā€™ll tell you what, Peachy, Iā€™ll be your friend, if youā€™ll have me, of course.ā€ He smiled towards her, regardless of if she could see or not. ā€œThat is okay, isnā€™t it? I would hope I may be good enough to fit that role.ā€

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Peachy blushed at his compliments and slowly gave a more genuine smile happy to see that he genuinely seemed a kind person. She laughed when he told her his name. "I think il just call you Raze then... If you prefer it." She smiled and the pain in the legs slowly left her mind as she thought of new things.

When Raze mentioned the school she smiled. "I never really had any old friends... Just my brothers but yeah... I do miss them... And with the crazy of today well..." She blinked and her eyes opened widened when she registered what he'd asked. He was the second person today to ask but she felt relieved and happy either way. "I'd love to be your friend... Warning I might bug you with my extreme optimism but yay~" She smiled brightly the pain and shaking in her legs forgotten. She blinked when he questioned if he was good enough and frowned. "You seem like a nice person... And opened up to me right away even though I was just some weird pink haired girl with weird legs... You seem like a really nice person so I think you are."

She blinked her blue eyes at Raze observing him. "Sooo... Your from America?" She smiled. "What was it like??? I've always wanted to travel but my legs make it hard for me to even get from one hall to the next... So I wanna know what its like all over and I've never met anyone from America." She squirmed eager to hear what he had to say about America... Ok America was not a super amazing place by what her parent's told her but she wanted to visit everywhere!

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Raze smiled as she did, happy she wasn't looking so down like just before. "Well, I'm glad you'll have me." he said. Then came the bombardment of questions about America. Guess it would spark curiosity to someone simply from Japan. It still felt a little weird that he wasn't actually there anymore. All these new customs and traditions did confuse him.

"Yes, I hail from America." he said. "Arizona, to be more specific, and I got to see the Grand Canyon a couple of times. I mean, it isn't too special.... they just do stuff differently from here, like titles. There are exceptions, but many people just call each other by first name. Where I lived, it was quite warm most of the year." he smiled, then remembered. "Oh, and I did learn how to shoot a gun. I guess you can't do that here...."

He wasn't quite sure what to say about America, so he simply just said a few random things, hoping to please her. It wasn't like he prepared to talk all about America, or maybe he'd have visited more places and paid more attention. All he could really say was the bit about the gun, for civilians were not allowed to have weapons here in Japan. Sadly.

"So what about yourself, Peachy? Did you grow up here in Japan? How was it like?"

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Peachy listened to everything Raze said about America her eyes wide with fascination as he mentioned the Grand Canyon. She smiled as he spoke of many different things... Some that confused her others that fascinated her. When he was done she smiled. "It sounds really interesting there... I've always wanted to travel... The Grand Canyon sounds especially interesting..." She smiled at the thought of the strange land... Though the way he made it sound she imagine a large dessert like in the westerns from long ago she'd watched with her father.

When Raze asked about her upraising she smiled. "Yeah I grew up in Japan... In a small town... My parent's were a little bit conflicted... My dad was modern and was fascinated with western life style... My mom was old fashioned and until she realized my legs were well... Pretty messed up she'd planned for me to be arranged into a marriage... Like I said when my legs went bad my dad and my mom finally talked about my future... they decided to set me free from the marriage contract..." She paused to think. "Things were pretty quite I guess... You know except when my brothers were around... We were a fairly modern family but we still celebrated all the traditional celebrations... My favorite was the fireworks festival."

She closed her eyes and thought about everything. "I'm pretty far from home now sense I'm here... But hey so far I got I've made a few friends / acquaintances so... Can't be doing to badly." She realized it was hard talking about her home and how she grew up... It wasn't outstanding to herself... So that meant it had probably been just as difficult for Raze who'd shed practical pleaded with to tell her about America.

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Razeluxe was glad to see this young, beautiful girl sharing her life's story with him. However, he did not like the mention of an arranged marriage. It was against his thoughts on what "love" was. In his mind, love was when a man and a woman, who after learning about each other and seeing past flaws, liked each other more than friends could. Though he wasn't actively looking for it now, he knew one day that he would want nothing more than to have that. But school came first, he guessed. He had the rest of his life for that.

"Well, it's certainly more entertaining than my story. I don't really have much to say, other than my father owning a local diner for a long while, before selling it. After he did, we moved here and I...." he stopped himself before mentioning his surgery. "...came to this school a year after. Still getting used to Japan and all, haha." telling her would just make her curious, and it wasn't like it would kill her if she didn't know what was 'wrong' with him.

"Maybe I'll make some good memories here." he said, laughing shortly after. "And maybe I'll stop sounding cheesy too."

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Peachy laughed seeing his face change at the mention of an arranged marriage. "Hey like I said my parent's changed there opinion on the whole arranged marriage thing... Besides I never would have gone along with it." She gave a crooked smile. "I'd have swan dived right on out of that life..." She trailed off deciding to keep her dreams to herself. She'd always received odd looks when she broke into rants of living alone or maybe with someone a friend somewhere alone from the rest of the world a little patch of heaven where she could stay healthy instead of cities and towns full of gas and drama.

She looked over at Raze seeing a cut off in his sentence but decided not to ask. Unlike her not many people were open about there accident's or conditions. She smiled and listened. "Sounds like a nice life..." She laughed as Raze questioned his own cheesy-ness. "Ok your cheesy-ness is like mild Feta compared to the over dramatic-ness my parent's put into every waking moment of my life..." She laughed remember how calm her parents were before the life changing coma and how afterwords she could not even laugh without them holding there breath. I mean honestly fall into a coma once and they make sure the rest of you life is so cheesy its Italian aged Parmesan with a little mold its so cheesy.

She blinked. "Oh did you find out what class and dorm you were in before coming to the assembly?" She quickly went over in her mind her dorm and class she was pretty sure she'd not seen any name similar to his in her class so he was probably situated somewhere else. In fact... Peachy was pretty sure none of the people she'd even met so far were in her class..

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ā€œIā€™m glad you werenā€™t forced into a relationship, Peachy.ā€ He said, smiling to her. ā€œI personally think that that would be a horrible fate to bestow upon oneā€™s own child, but if you donā€™t share the same outlook on it, I mean no disrespect.ā€ Well, he was raised in America, where forcing someone into a marriage was most definitely illegal. He wasnā€™t entirely sure if something like that was allowed in Japan. If it was, maybe they should change that, for again, Razeluxe believed that marriage should be between lovers, not strangers. Just like he hoped he one day found himself in.

When asked about his class, he looked up for a minute, trying to recall. He was told yesterday, he just had to pull it out of the confines of his forgetful skull andā€¦ā€¦ ā€œI am in class 2-2, if I remember correctly.ā€ He stated happily, glad he could remember something like that. It wouldā€™ve been quite hard to get to class when you donā€™t even know which class is yours, after all. ā€œDo we share a class, perhaps? That would be a great coincidence, donā€™t you think?ā€ and still, his smile continued without fault in the slightest, for it had been one he wore since long ago. He was used to it - smiling.

ā€œRariā€¦..Razuā€¦.Raraā€¦.ā€ it was her small voice, a pitch much higher than Razeā€™s own, trying to speak his name, to call him. The young, brown-haired boy smiled at her, his blue orbs gazing gently upon her. ā€œRaā€¦.Pffffbt!ā€ the young girl gave up on trying to say his name, for she was more Japanese than America, which made the L a little hard to pronounce. Well, for her, it was impossible. But nobody could say she didnā€™t try. Raze sure didnā€™t.

ā€œWhat do you want, Sakura?ā€ he asked kindly, taking a few steps towards where she had been kneeling down. Her eyes hadnā€™t met his, nor had they been moved off the ground. Pretty soon, Razeā€™s own eyes locked down to what she was looking at.

ā€œIsā€¦hurt.ā€ She cried out to him, expecting him to do something. A single tear fell from her azure eyes before another, and another. ā€œWhaā€¦.what do we do?ā€ it was only then that she moved her head up and glanced up towards him with her blurred vision. ā€œHow can we help it?ā€

What Razeluxe saw was a bird too far from help. A crimson patch on its feathers indicated some kind of injury, but to what caused it Raze was unsure. The red liquid poured slowly from the wound, the bird trying to flap its wings every so often but failing, for it was not long for this world, you see.

ā€œThere is nothing we can do, Sakura.ā€ He said grimly, a mutual look to her as well. ā€œIā€™m sorry.ā€

ā€œButā€¦ā€ he looked back down, towards the dying animal. Her face was red as she tried to hold back the tears. She was mourning a bird which she had never seen before today, before five minutes ago. Yet she still didnā€™t like seeing it in pain ā€“ a trait shared by her onii-chan. The only problem wasā€¦. She didnā€™t accept things without a fight. ā€œNoā€¦.! I donā€™tā€¦ want it to goā€¦ā€

ā€œSakuraā€¦ā€

ā€œOnii-ā€¦ā€ she paused, then corrected herself. ā€œā€¦brother, why does it have to die? Why canā€™t I help it?ā€ she asked through her woeful tears. Razeluxe bent down and placed his hand on her shoulder caringly, before looking into her eyes. He smiled just like ever, before speaking softly.

ā€œBecause Sakuraā€¦ There will come a time in everyoneā€™s and everythingā€™s life, when it will pass away. Understanding this, we must make the best of everything while it is there, and we should never take something for granted. Iā€™m sorry if your brotherā€™s talking a bit too grown-up for you, but youā€™ll learn the meaning soon enough if he is. I know it wonā€™t bring enthusiasm back to your mood now, but why donā€™t we find a place for him to rest in the afterlife?ā€

Obviously, the tears didn't stop. As she wasn't too old, words like that didn't hit her as they would someone more mature. But just knowing that whatever her brother had said was reassuring, gave her the confidence and strength to pick herself up, wipe her eyes and speak. ā€œOā€¦..okay.ā€


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Razeluxe moved his head up, just now realizing he wasn't back in the past. He turned his head to the side, effectively hiding a tear from the pink-haired girl with whom he just made acquaintance. ā€œOh uhā€¦ sorry, did I nod off?ā€ he asked, chuckling to hide his embarrassment. ā€œSorry about that.ā€

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Peachy smiled at her new friend and nodded in agreement. "There is no disrespect taken." She watched as he became distracted with the though of trying to figure which class he was in. "2-2 ... No I'm in class 3-1" She pouted slightly disappointed they were not in the same class. She shifted a little and opened her mouth to speak when she noticed Raze with his head in the clouds.

When he spoke again she laughed. "Its fine... Sometimes it's good to visit memories isn't it?" She smiled. "Even if there bad ones its always good to remember." She smiled more. "So what were you remembering or... Thinking about." Peachy leaned her head on her knees again and pondered about her own family and coming here. Despite how things had turned out so far she missed her family already and did not feel comfortable yet. Things were confusing and despite how this place was suppose to be a home to others like herself somehow she felt like everything was rushing along and she was just confused...

(( OOC: Sorry for the short post I'm sick x_x ))

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Bump-bumpā€¦.bump-bumpā€¦.bumpbumpā€¦bumpbump..bumpbump..bumpbumpā€¦

Why the heckā€¦.? Ohā€¦.OH YEAHā€¦.Silly me.

There comes a time when forgetting something can cost you dearly, and Razeluxe had forgotten to take his blood-pressure medication, which meant that his heart was fairly active when it shouldnā€™t be. Quite honestly, he could go on all day like this ā€“ provided he didnā€™t engage in any strenuous activities ā€“ but that was not really healthy, and his parents ā€“ were they to find out ā€“ would have a very serious fit over the matter. Heā€™d be disobeying them as well if he didnā€™t take his meds.

Sadly, this meant he had to make the trek to the Nurseā€™s office to retrieve said medication, for he couldnā€™t simply carry it around with him at school. The good thing was that he needed only take the blood-pressure meds at morning, once a day. This meant that once he took it, heā€™d be good until tomorrow morning, and by then it would be resting on his counter for him to take when he awoke. Thusly, he had to bid a temporary farewell to Peachy, to his dismay.

ā€œHey Peachyā€¦ Iā€™ll be back very shortly, I just need to go do something real quick.ā€ He announced to the pink-haired woman. ā€œSave my seat, will ya?ā€ he smiled kindly, stood up, and then promptly left, headed off towards the office. He should have enough time to go there and back before all the official stuff started, so it wouldnā€™t be any problem.

His heart would beat at an accelerated pace while he walked. It didnā€™t hurt; it was just annoying to feel as if you had just ran somewhere. As he continued past some students in the hallways and towards the nurse, he placed his hand upon his chest, feeling it. It beated. He wasnā€™t sure what he was expecting from doing so, since he could pretty much feel every beat of the muscle. A student caught sight of him holding his chest, and instinctively, Raze pretended like he was scratching it. The student passed by without another glance. Good.

Quite honestly, he was glad his parents had forced him to go on a tour of the school a week ago. He was never really one with a good sense of direction, and in these twisty hallways, heā€™d imagine heā€™d get lost fairly often had he not had that luxury. Maybe he could do well and help others who hadnā€™t taken a tour, for he was pretty sure he wasnā€™t the only new kid in school. Pretty sure, though itā€™d be a very big surprise if it was found otherwise.

Finally reaching the damn place, he turned the nob and stepped in. Why were there so many people in this place? A quick glance around told him there was even some people actually hurt, as if they had just gotten into a fight or something. Surely that couldnā€™t be the case though. You would have to be outright looking for a fight to get into one on the FIRST day of school, BEFORE classes had even begun. Raze couldnā€™t imagine people who were that low, but he did accept they were probably in existence somewhere. He hoped to believe that any injured were simply because of an accident. Yesā€¦ that would explainā€¦. That.
Instead of continuing to look at the other people, he searched for the Nurse. Where was that purple-headed man when you needed him? Razeluxe didnā€™t know, but he needed to get back here so that Raze coul-

"I'm hurt. I thought we were well acquainted enough that you would invite me for threesomes,"

Quite literally, the Brunetteā€™s jaw dropped open inā€¦whatever feeling it was he was having. He couldnā€™t think of a correct word to describe it. He couldnā€™t think. Did she really just say that? And like that? He was surprised because it sounded as if she were serious. He could not tune into whatever it was this coincidentally pink-haired beauty said immediately after, but after that, he definitely caught it.

"Then again, you have boy parts and I have girl parts. We could do that too,"

Dear god, she was teasing this man. Who happened to have a head of white hair. Did having normal-colored hair lose popularity in Japan? This school was making him feel like it, with two pinks and one white. Now he was waiting for the green. This man had rougher features, but the most notable was his lack of two eyes. Poor dude, Razeluxe thought.

Of course he only briefly thought that because some words by a seductress had definitely made him red, regardless if they were to him or not. Razeluxe was never introduced to jokes about sex or the sort, so this kind of thingā€¦. Well, he didn't take it as ā€˜wellā€™ as he should. In response (when he could finally get himself to do so) he coughed, clearing his throat to hopefully maybe embarrass the girl or something to stop all this talk about sex. Or he might've just done the opposite and invite her to do the same on him. He only just realized this AFTER he coughed, a flaw of his. Why do all the important thoughts come after the actions?

No no, he was alright. Sheā€¦ definitely knew these two, right? Just hitting on random boys like that! Haha, Raze mentally laughed at himself. Then he stopped.

Why was her cheek red?

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Someone cleared his throat.

Azalea tilted her head curiously to the side, still looking into White Wolf's eyes, or, well, eye. They reminded her of azure easter eggs. She turned her gaze to the side, spotting a handsome brunette man, she smiled, the cupid's bow of her lips dipping lower. She had faint dimples on each cheek.

"Well, hello," she said. Her light pink waves fell over her shoulder to shield her right eye, where a bruise was flowering on her temple from where she'd been punched while kicking male ass. She batted her long eyelashes and tucked her hair behind her ear. "There's no point in standing there lurking, my beautiful chocolate man." Azalea laughed. God, she'd always wanted to say that. "Oh you and Aedan will get along quite well," she said, glancing briefly at the dark haired boy. "He's a bit of a stalker too."

Azalea rubbed Hana's dog's ears absently, stroking his thick fur and thinking. "I'm named after a flower but the three of you are prettier than me," she joked. "My self esteem," she said with a dramatic sigh. "If you wore a bikini, you'd pass for a girl." Azalea wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, looking straight at tall, dark and handsome., dipping her gaze below his waist. "Forgetting your manhood, that is.

"Oh, this is unreal. There are three of you, one of me and a really empty hallway." Excluding the dog. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked, smirking. She held her breath and let a dramatic moment of silence stretch. "Mad animal sex followed by a tub of ice-cream and the creative use of it."

Hana's dog growled.

"Azalea."

She flinched, clutching the dog tighter and turning slowly, slower, stop. She wiggled her nose as if she smelled something wretched, or pretended to, anyway, Sage smelled like wood and cologne, she hated him for it. "Sage," she said with a roll of her eyes, imitating his condescending tone.

"Who are your friends?" he asked, raising a brow at the three men who surrounded her.

"Unfortunately, no one," she said curtly, crossing her arms and shielding her chest. Sage's gaze dropped to her breasts.

"Sluts don't tend to be very popular with those of the straight female persuasion, last I checked," he said with a sweet smile.

"Dickheads don't tend to be very popular with sisters, last I checked," she replied.

"Oh, you like it," he said, referring to her constant supposedly offensive 'dickhead' insult.

"I didn't realise you were a mind-reader on top of being a savage beast," she replied steadily. She noticed then that she'd taken a step back; Azalea swore inwardly.

"I thought you liked it rough, little sister," Sage said. Azalea clenched and unclenched her fist, tittering on her heels. Stay still, stay still, she repeated to herself.

"Go away, Sage," she said, her voice smaller than she would've liked it to be. There was a spark in her brother's eyes, a flare of barely controlled fury. Azalea shoved her trembling fingers through her hair, then decided to braid it.

"You shouldn't have, Azalea," he said, his tone possessive, promising violence to come. Her name rolled from his tongue as if it were made for it and she was made for him. Azalea was nothing without him and she existed only as his plaything. She was inferior.

433. 432. 431. 430. 329.

"You and White Wolf here were made for each other," she said, patting the white haired boy's backside and nodding, agreeing with herself. "I hope you make lots of borderline psychotic, beautifully horrific babies."

"Duly noted," Sage replied, reaching out and running his fingers over her red cheek. "Oh, what happened here, love?" he asked innocently, feigning ignorance and concern. Azalea opened her mouth to retort but shut it when Sage's nails pressed into her jaw.

"I did get shoved into a wall by a bunch of guys," she said through clenched teeth. "Don't worry, though, my caring, sweet brother. I did get to kick them in the balls and pound their heads into floors, after which they begged for mercy," she said, imagining doing what she did to the four boys earlier today to Sage. It was a difficult thing to visualise.

"Pity," he said. "Make sure you look pretty tomorrow."

Azalea pulled away from him, turning to look at the handsome brunette who seemed to be clutching his chest. She gasped and clasped him on the shoulder, squeezing compassionately. "Cramps, huh?

"Don't worry, my beautiful chocolate man. TAMPONS! BLOOD. BLOOD EVERYWHERE!" she yelled loudly glaring at Sage until he rolled his eyes and turned to walk away. "Let's take you to the nurse, man who is very obviously a woman," she said, then pursed her lips because it made no sense. "Go, go, go," she urged, waving her arms at the other two, White Wolf and Sexy Beast. "It's okay," she whispered, patting the small, dark haired boy and gasping, sniffling in pretend empathy. "I can see that your FEMALE PARTS are in pain." Obviously, White Wolf liked it rough, she told herself, throwing a glare at the light haired man. "It will not always hurt," she said, patting Aedan again. "Trust me. Just be glad he's not a sausage through a hallway."

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Their conversation was going wonderfulā€¦ at least for her first two words it was. It was after those first two words where things got both weird and embarrassing for Raze. Oh, and he realized his hope that she flirted with her friends was thrown out the window too.

"There's no point in standing there lurking, my beautiful chocolate man."

Raze raised his eyebrows in confusion at thatā€¦compliment? He wasnā€™t sure how to take it, honestly, but he figured he should assume it was, because he wouldnā€™t understand it otherwise. Actually, he didnā€™t understand it period.

She seemed to be ā€˜the life of the partyā€™ in that she was definitely a jokester. The most he really got from whatever she was saying was that the blonde-haired boy was called Aedan, otherwise, it was a joke about them being pretty or something. Razeluxe wasā€¦ unsure of how to deal with her, for he had never met a girl soā€¦ odd.

"If you wore a bikini, you'd pass for a girl."

Instinctively, Razeluxe began trying to check himself out. He wasnā€™t muscular or anything, but he didnā€™t think he had the physical shape of a girl. Good thing that besides his scar, he wasnā€™t too self-conscious or he might be having some form of panic attac-
Razeluxeā€™s eyes followed Azaleaā€™s own, down towards hisā€¦ā€¦A furious shade of red is what his face was not two seconds later. Was sheā€¦. Checking him out? So openly andā€¦.perversely? Had Razeluxe been a robot, he mightā€™ve had to temporarily shut down to a lack of the ability to comprehend such an action and deal with it. He was only ever asked out, not checked out. Or rather, ā€˜heā€™ was never checked outā€¦..

"Forgetting your manhood, that is.

And she didnā€™t hide it. Razeluxe tried forcing a reaction from his head, but he simply stood there with a beet-red face, silent as if he were a ghost. Was he going to die here? Noā€¦ his heart was racing, but not from this. She wasnā€™t going to kill himā€¦. So why did he feel so nervous and shy all of the sudden? Normally, talking to girls was as easy as breathing for Raze, who had to be able to do that or itā€™d be hard to call him chivalrous. He was called chivalrous.

Speaking of chivalry, when he was finally about to reply, it was because he didnā€™t want to seem rude to her. How ironic. But before he could mutter or mumble something (he wasnā€™t sure if he could talk), she took his confusion, embarrassment, nervousness, whatever it was, and raised it to a whole new level.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked, the said, ā€œMad animal sex, followed by a tub of ice-cream and the creative use of it.ā€

ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦what?

There was still blood rushing to his face, and what Azalea had said just made sure it was going to stay there for a time to come. ā€œT-thatā€™sā€¦.ā€ he stuttered, physically incapable of saying anything more. You can punch Razeluxe and heā€™ll get up. You can cuss at him, and heā€™ll still smile. Hell, you can hate him, and heā€™ll still help you out. He is a very resilient person and he just figured out his one weakness. The one thing in the world (well, he has another, butā€¦) that simply justā€¦. Hit him, and a stranger with whom he just got acquainted with not five minutes ago found it. What the fuck?

He longed to have the ability to open his mouth, but when he did, nothing came out. It was far too late to try to hide any of this, and anybody in the room could see he was unable to handle this with a cool demeanor. All seemed lostā€¦

ā€¦until a bark drew the crowdā€™s attention and Razeā€™s own.

He found himself glancing at the male version of Azalea, or thatā€™s how he would describe this man. The young man would obviously be considered ā€˜handsomeā€™ by the female populace, and he smelled quite odd. There was cologne on his scent, but also something else Razeluxe couldnā€™t quite peg (because it was rare he had ever been near trees and the sort enough to smell them). However, the most notable thing about this man, to Raze, was how he addressed the pink-haired woman.

Easy enough was it to deduce that from his first word, they knew each other. Azaleaā€™s first word to him clarified their relationship a little bit; she obviously didnā€™t like him. Was he a man who resisted her advances, or a relative? The latter seemed more likely because of his appearance, but then why did she hate him? Unfortunately, that was personal stuff, and Raze did not put his nose where it didnā€™t belongā€¦ā€¦ even if Azalea might want him to.

He couldnā€™t get any redder.

"Sluts don't tend to be very popular with those of the straight female persuasion, last I checked,"

Did he just call her a slut?

The brown-headed boy stared, no, glared at the man, his sense of chivalry trying to kick in, even after his total loss earlier. But she seemed to retort good enough that he didnā€™t have to jump in or anythingā€¦. And he was still kinda stunned from her prior words to do anything. He did at least listen, and between the bickering back and forth, he learned they were indeed siblings.
While some of the speak between them sounded odd, like they were once lovers, they had made fully sure that their hate, or whatever it was, was absolute. Only a fool would believe they might just be joking. This one interaction alone sparked a hatred of thisā€¦. ā€˜manā€™, for Razeluxe could never have even imagined having such hate and loathing towards him from his own little sister. Had that happened, Raze would easily be crushed to the point of no recovery.

But he wouldnā€™t have to worry about thatā€¦

Instead, he was worried about this girl. Now that he looked at her a bit more, he saw the bruises on her face, and she had mentioned beating up some boys. Did she get into a fight just before? And now she was dealing with this prick? Razeluxe didnā€™t hate anyone before, but the mere fact he was talking to his sister like she was a whore, and how he didnā€™t seem to want to change things between them put him on a very bad start. The very thought of getting to this point with Sakura just angered and upset him. Just great. He needs to be thinking about such things. Kagoshima was in a bit better mood when the man finally left. Of course, it didnā€™t last.

When the string ofā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦words came out of her mouth, none of them making sense, he honestly wondered if she had just snapped. Why else would she spew randomness from her mouth in such an odd way? It hurt him to see that he just watched such an event, and though his face was indeed still reddened by her past words, he took action. Razeluxe close some (but not all) the distance between them, enough to for their contrast in height to be very apparent, and looked her in the eyes.

ā€œAre you alright, Azalea?ā€ he asked almost simply, but his words were quiet, yet warm. ā€œIf stress and tension have become impossible to bear at the moment, please lay down. Iā€™m not the nurse, but it is what I do, so maybe itā€™ll work for you too.ā€ He smiled, for her sake. He didnā€™t know, but he figured that she wasnā€™t the kind to want people to ā€˜babyā€™ them or anything. She might not like him worrying over her right now, though he couldnā€™t just ignore her rambling, her bruises, and her pain. Even if she hated a guy like that, and hated him, he wasnā€™t the kind of man to simply assume she was doing fine. Because odds are; everyone else did.

There was a plus about his worry ā€“ he forgot how flustered he was.

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ā€œAre you alright, Azalea?ā€

She froze, looking over her shoulder to make sure Sage hadn't heard, turned and found herself staring into infinitely deep blue eyes. She quickly dropped her gaze. Alright? Was she alright? He towered over and she wanted to shrink into a corner and beg for forgiveness. Azalea searched, scratched at and ran for the remains of her humour, because that was the only thing that had ever kept her afloat.

ā€œNo,ā€ I whimper. ā€œPlease.ā€ His hands shake as he fumbles with his belt. I shut my eyes like I did when I was little. Little? Still little. Too little. Too big. Too existent. Too awake.

"Do I look alright?" she joked, forcing herself to roll her eyes. Azalea wiggled her fingers with their bruised knuckles. "We should probably head to class," she said. Her eyes flickered to the small window that revealed the world outside those double doors. Sometimes she wondered if this was all a computer simulation and that was why she felt more of nothing that she did of anything. Sometimes she dreamed of a prince on a white horse that would swoop it and save her, maybe he'd have a sword in his hand, maybe he'd kill her.

There is a place without joy. It is the end of everything. A hollowed tree filled with needles and lighters, nails and razor blades and cigarettes embedded in rotten lungs.

"I think Sage is in my class," she said absently, choking on the word 'Sage.' Such an innocent word it was, Sage, the herb, a wise man, her brother, a rapist. "Maybe I'll bribe him to do my maths homework."

I canā€™t breathe. A sweating weight is on me and in me and I canā€™t breathe. I canā€™t. Donā€™t you dare let him see you cry.

"Mr. Takahashi really doesn't like me; I think he's jealous of my hair," she said. "So, funny story. Someone told me I was a passionfruit because on the inside I have lots of seeds and on the outside I'm hard and hairy." Azalea wiggled her nose. "I don't think that's a compliment unless you're a-" She dipped her gaze below the brunette's waist again. "You know.

"God, I'm too innocent for this."

The knob turns and the door creeps open, the scent of him drowns the room. I stare into the splashes of darkness behind my eyelids and stay still ā€“ he has the eyes of Medusa, he is always watching, he has the eyes of Medusa, he is always ā€“ ā€œGood girl,ā€ he coos.

Azalea shuffled from foot to foot, looking over her shoulder, searching for Sage and not wanting to find him. She wondered what being skinned alive might be like, she wondered if it would hurt the way people told her pain might feel. Could anyone describe pain? Azalea wondered if she was lucky.

Tears spill from my eyes, dragging my spirit away from my body as they pull their limp forms across the skin that is not mine. A hand like a hammer to my cheek whips my head aside, tomorrow a bruise will burst and flower like a bud unravelling withered petals. He growls, ā€œStop crying! Youā€™re acting like Iā€™m hurting you.ā€

Sometimes she imagined a prince on a horse.

Or just the horse.

"Still waiting for the bucket of ice-cream," she said, shoving her wandering memories and thoughts aside and burying them 60 feet under. "Definitely still waiting for the mad animal sex. Didn't you need to see the nurse?" Azalea asked with a tilt of her head. "Oh!" Azalea turned to Aedan then.

"Goodbye, I'm a fish," she signed. "You eat Chinese girls."

"On a scale of one to ten, how great are my signing skills? Wait, nope, don't answer that," she said. She pulled out the humongous Sign Language for Dummies book from her messenger bag, flipping through the pages. "I'm pretty sure I just told you you were a Chinese girl. Hey, that's actually not too bad. I'm a natural." At insulting the deaf.

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Wolfgang was intrigued by this new comer. Well, not knew. He had seen this girl many times passing through the halls or ramming people over on her skate board.

When she came him and his prize, a light, curious snarl slipped through his lips. No one had dared touch him! Butā€¦ In a way, he didnā€™t really want to waste him time on the lass. She looked battered and bruised already, and a fight would ruin his chances for tomorrows introduction concert.

"I'm hurt. I thought we were well acquainted enough that you would invite me for threesomes,ā€

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Aedanā€™s face turned a light shade of red as Azalea wedged herself into the already tight space between the two. Granted, he had no problem with a piece of choice ass pressed against him, but it was the way Wolfgang glared at the offer.
ā€œThreesomes, Doll?ā€ He asked, a light grin spreading over his face. ā€œHave you missed me that much?ā€

Aedan grunted lightly, crossing his arms as Azalea pushed the offender away. His body was still trembling, a bit of blood staining the white of his collar where Wolf had left his marks.

"Then again, you have boy parts and I have girl parts. We could do that too," she said with a wink.

Now that caught him off guard. The both of them. Aedan smirked, looking a little eager to have Azalea take his place for the day. Or the moment at least. Wolfgang, however, mearly scoffed at the offer, like a dog that had been offered the bone of a cow, but instead wanted Filet Mignon.

When the brunette made himself known, and Azalea dropped the "Oh you and Aedan will get along quite well cuz your both stalkers" bomb, Aedanā€™s face turned a bright red, almost matching the red strip in his hair. Oh how he wished he could talk!

Wolfgang couldnā€™t help but laugh at the blonde for a moment before turning his attention towards the brunette. He was cute, in that new student kind of way; as was the other boy who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. A brother perhaps? A twin? It didnā€™t matter, at least not to Wolf.

His thoughts were torn when he suddenly he felt his rear being patted by the pink haired girl.
"You and White Wolf here were made for each other," she said, patting the white haired boy's backside and nodding, agreeing with herself. "I hope you make lots of borderline psychotic, beautifully horrific babies."

ā€œPlease,ā€ Wolf scoffed, looking back toward the pink-haired boy. ā€œHe ainā€™t my type.ā€
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When the two were shooā€™d away by the massive amounts of Azalea fun, Aedan smirked.
"It will not always hurt," she said, patting Aedan again. "Trust me. Just be glad he's not a sausage through a hallway."
Aedan gave a soft laugh, pulling out his phone to reply. With a KWAM (Keyed Words a Minute) of over 100, it didnā€™t really take that long.

Well, at least not until tonight.

Giving a wave back to the brunette, he gave him a reassuring look. Hopefully Azalea wouldnā€™t harm him too bad.

When he was called to attention by the pink haired beauty, he watched as her hands went through a flurry of signs.

"Goodbye, I'm a fish," she signed. "You eat Chinese girls."

This sent Aedan over in a fit of giggles, his body racking with the almost soundless laugh. Regaining himself, he gave an apologetic smile and held up three fingers.

ā€œAedan, come,ā€ Wolf snapped, turning on the heel of his Italian leather shoes and making his way for the band room. He wasn't about to sit around and watch someone who didn't need Aedan steal him away.

Aedan sighed softly, biting his lip as he debated wither or not it would be a good idea. He could follow Wolf, like a good little Doll, and not get in trouble, or he could hang around with Azalea and this cute freshman and possibly have a chance at making friends.

ā€œAedan. Now.ā€

Deciding bruises and more scrapes may be a bad thing he gently pulled Azaleaā€™s head towards him and placed a kiss to her cheek before doing the same to the male.

Scribbling another note, he gingerly placed it on the girls head before turning to promptly follow Wolf.

The both of you are invited to Band Practice. Room M003 near the assembly hall. Seen you two hotnesses later.
~ A. C.

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While he was not convinced she was completely alright, he would have to settle on the fact that she was able to continue joking around, and that would be enough to keep him from overly worrying about her. He smiled, this one more relaxed than the last, without that tinge of worry he had in his last, and spoke. ā€œOf course you look alright.ā€ Came a small compliment in hopes of changing the mood. Again, he was forgetting how she was.

It didnā€™t take long for Azalea to swing back into her supposedly normal mood once Sage had disappeared. This of course manifested itself in the form of another sexual jokeā€¦ and Razeluxe found her staring at his lower side once again. Damn, and the blush was just leaving too. Well, now it was back again, his inability to take these jokes with a straight face as apparent as he was tall compared to her. If he was going to be going to school here, he would be better off learning to deal with these, but for now that task was impossible.

Again, she joked, but immediately afterwards, she reminded him that he needed to see the nurse. Here he was procrastination with a hot woman who seemed to want to pull someoneā€™s pants down and mount them. His mother would kill him if she heard what Azalea was saying. Not her, just Raze. It was Razeluxeā€™s fault for whatever reason, she would probably sayā€¦. After stabbing him.

ā€œY-yeahā€¦ā€ he mumbled, and as she turned to interact with the others, he found the nurse. He ended up getting an assistant nurse, rather than the real deal. She was a bit older, around 30, maybe, and had black hair that fell down to her waist.

ā€¦.

...

He had kept the conversation quiet enough to where the other kids in the office did not hear about it, and when he was handed his pill case, he stuffed it into his deep pockets. This was around the time Azalea had mentioned calling the black-headed female a Chinese girl. Should he have even returned? What was she talking about? It then hit him that the young girl couldnā€™t speak. Oh, he thought embarrassedly. He couldā€™ve made it worse, he the figured.

But it was about time to get going and he didnā€™t really want to be late. The white-headed man had ordered the black-headedā€¦waitā€¦.Razeluxe took a better look. Was that a guy? Yeah, it was. With cat-ears too. What was wrong with him? Well, aside from his lack of voice. He seemed to try to laugh, but because it was impossible to do so, it was silent. The White-headed man would press once more before Cat-guy caved in and listened, and this is where things got really, really uncomfortable.

He gave Azalea a kissā€¦. And then Razeluxe too.

As soon as the man had his back turned, Raze wiped hisā€¦..his whatever off in pure disgust. No no, Raze did not swing both ways, only one. Raze also disliked being touched in general, and in such a way wasā€¦ uncomfortable. The suggestive note he left on Azaleaā€™s head also shook him a bit. It was not grounds for Razeluxe to hate someone, but now he feltā€¦ nervous. Like he should watch the boy. And he would.

ā€œā€¦Well, I will see you later, Azalea.ā€ He said after a small silence. ā€œIt was a great pleasure to meet you. Donā€™t be afraid to speak to me if you so wish.ā€ He told her, even if he doubted that would ever be a problem. She didnā€™t seem to mind talking about sex as if it were the weather, so he figured she wouldnā€™t hesitate to stop and talk to him if it was her want. Either way, it was a courtesy. For now, he simply needed to get back to his seat before the ā€˜hordeā€™ prevented him from doing so.

As he stepped out of the Nurses office, offering one more warm smile to the girl who hid her lust only in fables, he found that the horde was preventing him from doing so. Shit. He had stepped out, and the many students rushing to get there had swept him away, almost like a wave in the ocean. The unintelligible talking of the students muffled his cries for help (which were simply ā€œheyā€) and he was dragged back to the room with which he had left Peachy. Of course, he couldnā€™t even make it back to her. Now he was going to have to apologize.

But soon the principle started speaking, giving out his introductory speech to the whole of the student body, giving Razeluxe some of the best news ever. No class. For one, whole week, not a single bit of class so that the students may better get familiar with the campus and their new home for however long they were to be enrolled here. Such a godsend, it was. He smiled.

Hopefully this place would be bearable.

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The note read: "The both of you are invited to Band Practice. Room M003 near the assembly hall. See you two hotnesses later.
~ A. C."


"Sure, bro. Give us a place, don't give us a time. I'm a woman, hence, I'm psychic," she said sarcastically, reading around the handsome brunette and tucking the note in his back pocket. She would admit her hand lingered on his backside for a little too long. He had a great ass.

"C'mon, doggy, let's get you back to my cute little Hana," she said, having already claimed Hana for herself. "To the nurse," she said for Brunette's sake as she ushered the dog forward to his mistress. "What's your name, besides Tall, Dark and Handsome?" she asked with a light smirk.




"HANA~" Azalea squealed, dashing into the nurse's office at an incredible speed, she slapped her hand on a chair, double flipping into the air and tackling Hana onto the bed. "Woooooo!" she yelped, sitting on the young girl, her legs tucked around Hana's torso. Azalea bent down and pressed a kiss right over Hana's lips. "Hana Banana, goooood morning," she cooed, taking Hana's face in her hands and wrapping her in a suffocating hug.

"Your dog is a saint and you are a Goddess," she announced, squishing her red cheek against Hana's soft, round ones. "We are naming your dog Saint Dog and I'm building a tent and calling it St. Dog's Chapel," she proclaimed.

"Oh my god, my feels," she gushed, jumping off of Hana and getting ready to pounce on Zeal.

"Azalea," the nurse said in a warning tone. "Most people can actually feel." Mrs. Osaka pursed her lips then, realising what had just slipped through her lips. Mrs. Osaka hadn't wanted them to know, Azalea having a very, very long record of being beaten or tortured by other students. 'Make the unfeeling girl feel' seemed to be a ritual initiation that all new students had to go through. She hadn't wanted that to happen to Azalea.

"You killed my funk," Azalea whined with a pout as she crossed her arms over her chest. She jumped off the beds and bounced on her feet. "Oh wow, I'm so sleepy!" she said with wide eyes as she jumped up and down. "CAFFEINE!" Her gaze snapped over to the jar of lollipops Mrs. Osaka kept in her office then.

"Azalea!" Mrs. Osaka yelled as the pink haired girl snatched a lollipop from the jar. "You shouldn't!"

"I'd like to see you stop me," Azalea snarled, snapping her teeth as she slipped behind a desk, dodging and avoiding the grasp of the ancient school nurse. Then, suddenly, she dropped to the floor and bounced back up, slipping around a surprised Mrs. Osaka. Cackling loudly, Azalea ran out of the room - but not without slapping a kiss on Satomi, too.

"I'm going for the lesbian look this year," she said hastily. "Can you tell?"

Azalea popped the lollipop into her mouth, sucking and licking at it suggestively. "Oh, this is oh so small," she said with emphasis on 'small.' "I could use something big."

"Azalea!" Mrs. Osaka gushed with a furious blush. Oh, Azalea did so love making people feel awkward.

"Ooo, this is strawberry and cream flavoured," she said. "Like my strawberry hair you could totally run your fingers through during s-"

"Azalea Kristin Fray!" the nurse exclaimed.

"Retreat, retreat," Azalea gasped, pretending to speak into an imaginary walky-talky. "Mayday, mayday. Angry nurse alert." She laughed, stepping backwards and slipping out the door. Azalea's sneakers slapped against the polished floor as she ran down the hallway. There was a loud boom as she slapped the double doors open. Soon she found herself at the assembly hall. She caught the last snippets of announcement.

"Make friends."

No, she was not going to 'make friends.' She had the misfortune of having Sage as a brother and as she lost all motor control around him and he happened to be very, very good at ruining lives, she wasn't going to bother. In fact, she hoped nobody even liked her. Azalea turned to the female washrooms then, slipping in and standing in front of the mirror at one of the sinks. She pulled out a large bag from her already large messenger bag. She washed her face, scrubbing madly at her skin and lips to get Sage's scent and touch out of her. Azalea pulled her tank top over her head, everything, she took everything off, even her shoes.

After she'd towel dried her body - she was practically naked but what the hell, gracing people with her nudity was as good as community work - she pulled pulled on her best hooker-lingerie. She'd had the school's green skirt altered so it was incredibly short, covering enough to be decent and no more. She was grateful for the school uniform's long white sleeves, they covered the finger marks all along her arms and the burn she'd received from scraping her arm along the floor when she tackled Zeal to the ground. Azalea combed out her pale pink hair, its waves fell perfectly around her now, each strand falling like gold and silk. Without a strand out of place, she began on the makeup. Azalea covered the bruises and cuts with the precision and speed of someone who did it everyday.

By the end of it, she was perfect.

Not a single injury could be seen on her and one would think she were a pampered rich girl or a model from the looks of her. Azalea tied the black ribbon under her collar, it sat perfectly between her collar bones. Her wavy hair brushed past her skirt and skimmed her black thigh-high socks that had been stretched out over her long legs. Her shoes shone almost as brightly as her hair. Azalea briefly considered letting all her injuries show, but decided otherwise. She didn't want to have to deal with Sage. He liked to see his sister perfect.

She stepped out of the girl's bathroom and when a boy turned to stare at her, startled, she saw herself through his eyes.

She saw her large, intense, light silver eyes; her crimson lips; her pink hair streaked with gold and crimson and her hourglass figure sculpted as if from an artist's vision of an ideal woman. She was flawless. She was Azalea.

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The raven-haired figure in the corner remained unnoticed amidst the noise of the crowd and of the principal's rather energetic speech. As the rather bombastic man began his enthusiastic proclamation, Amaya flinched slightly. Loud noises were something she intensely disliked, and the sudden burst of sound only served to bring the unease she had felt ever since leaving her room that morning to a head. Were it not for the good news the man brought - namely, that school wouldn't be starting for another week, thus giving her time to adjust to the location and find the best routes by which to avoid other people - then Amaya probably would have simply crept out to alleviate the discomfort she felt seeing so many people all around her. The principal's speech didn't help her feelings much, either. "Throw off your disability," he said. "Make friends," he said. He made it sound so easy. And, perhaps for some, it might be. Not all disabilities had to make you a burden socially. But, on the other hand, for some people, there was simply no hope of normalcy. Amaya knew it was selfish to think of herself in such a way, but she'd already learned the hard way what people thought of her. They stared at her eyepatch, gazed with fright upon the scar on the edge of her face, and left her behind when she couldn't keep up with them. She was nothing but a bother to "normal people," and the attempts they made to disguise this fact only made her feel worse. "Normal people" symbolized everything she had lost and couldn't hope to regain. And, because of that, they scared her. Even the students around her, who she knew just by being here must have suffered from problems of their own, could still frighten her with just a curious glance. She gazed sadly down at the floor, realizing all too keenly that all she'd done by coming to this school had been to further bring focus upon her own inadequacy, both her own and the attentions of those around her. Already, she was beginning to feel uneasy, and decided that, immediately upon the conclusion of the introductory speech, she'd leave before the crowd began to bustle out. That way she wouldn't be slow and get in anyone's way, and she'd be able to get out without being overly noticeable. Creeping her way slowly around the outside of the room, she made it to a nearby door around the time the applause started. There was just one small problem.

Namely, the problem was that a tall, rather imposing boy with unkempt brown hair and piercing blue eyes was standing right next to the door. To make it out, she'd have to go right by him, which would probably mean attracting his attention. But, she realized, if she didn't move quickly, the entire crowd would be rushing to get out, and she'd end up caught right in the middle of it! So, there was no choice but to move. She tried to reassure herself with the thoughts that somebody was bound to look in her direction eventually, but that only made her nervous feelings more potent. But there could be no delaying. So, steeling herself as best she could, she placed her best foot forward - well, it was actually her cane, but it might as well have been a third leg, considering how indispensable it was to her - and began creeping slowly along the wall, trying to slip by unnoticed. However, this innocent attempt was doomed right from the start, for her cane made a loud click as it connected with the floor, one that might even have been audible over the applause. Grimacing, she tried a different approach, pulling back her cane and instead leaning against the wall, using it to support her weight more quietly as she stepped first with her right foot, then, bracing herself, ventured a small, hobbling step with her stiff left leg. This, however, did not work as planned, either. Her body twitched fitfully from suppressed nervousness, and, although she braced herself against the wall, she ended up stumbling a little farther than she had intended. Bringing out her back foot to catch herself and setting down her cane quickly as the wall ended, opening into the door she'd been trying to sneak through, she managed to keep from falling, but ended up bumping into the boy as she passed. She froze, unable to take another step, her thoughts racing.

Oh no. Now he's sure to notice me. Please, please don't turn around. But if he does, what do I do? Should I run? No, I'd trip, and he'd probably yell at me for being rude if I didn't apologize. So... should I speak up, in this situation? No, it's no good! I can't remember how much of an issue it would be if somebody bumped into somebody else and didn't apologize. Then, maybe if I did apologize, it would be seen as overly polite, maybe even rude in and of itself? But if I don't do something, he'll turn around. It's already been at least two seconds, and I'm just standing here teetering about on my cane, trying to regain my balance. What if he thinks I'm having trouble? No, then he'll start talking to me. I have to get away, and fast. I'll just apologize quietly, so maybe he won't hear me, and if he does, he won't make an issue of it.

"S-sorry," Amaya mumbled, struggling to even get this single word out of her throat. Okay, now that that was done, she had to get away before he thought something was odd about all this. Quickly, she balanced herself once again, then quickly brought her cane in front of her, striking up as quick a pace as she thought she could manage.

Step, clack, step. Step, clack, step. Step clack step step clack step step clack step stepclackstep stepclackclackstepclackCRASH.

Unfortunately, it seemed her estimate was off. Slipping her grip on her cane, she accidentally caused the guiding rod to slip across the floor, taking her balance with it, and she stumbled rather loudly into a wall. It didn't hurt much, aside from jarring her greatly, a pain that almost instantly resolved itself into a persistent headache, but, it froze her dead in her tracks. Her fear of social interaction boiled up to a fever pitch, for she realized instantly that she'd just, without a doubt, ruined everything.

He was bound to notice now.

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Razeluxe was caught in a small bind. While it was nothing too serious to anyone else, he was stuck wondering if he should wait for Peachy, or if he should go to see the black-headed boy, with whom he had met in the Nurseā€™s office. Raze was under the assumption that everything suggestive was all in play, and not serious. Well, he hoped it was. He didnā€™t like denying people something, but he had a feeling that naughty activities as such would be one of the few things he couldnā€™t do, and itā€™d be awkward too.

So, as he watched the ending of the ceremony, he looked for that head of pink hair that he originally thought would be easily noticed, but he saw nothing. Maybe she had left early? That was certainly possible, as before he had spoken to her, she didnā€™t seem all that comfortable here. She probably went to get a breath of fresh air or something, so Razeluxe chose to simply go see this unnamed black-headed boy without a voice, and Azalea too, if she were there. This was odd; given the fact that the girl flustered him very easily in the very small time he had known her.

*Crash*

A thud just next to Raze had snapped his gaze towards its origin, a small girl. It appeared as if she had stumbled and lost her footing, and the wall was there to greet her. Upon noticing the cane, he figured that was exactly what had happened. Due to how she was not looking at him directly, he was unable to notice her eye, or rather, lack of one.

ā€œHey, are you okay?ā€ were obviously the first words that escaped his lips as he, gently, closed the small distance between them and placed a supporting hand on her shoulder. A quick assessment told him that maybe she had tried to go around him to avoid disturbing him. Although nearly accurate, he didn't suppose it was for fear of speaking or interacting with him, but for courtesy. That must have meant that he was in the way, and he was the one at fault here. Or so he thought. ā€œWas I in your way?ā€ he asked, giving not a moment for her to respond. ā€œIā€™m sorry.ā€

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Azalea sighed when the White Wolf dragged Aedan aside. She had no idea why Aedan bothered with the d- Why did she bother with Sage?

Exactly.

She wanted to haul Wolfgang off of Aedan but she understood that that might not be what he wanted, or it might. Both? Neither? She didn't know. She did know. She swept her gaze over everyone - most of them who were still gawking at her - noting the way they stood. She spotted someone who stood out, somehow, Azure? Yes, she believed the name was Azure. Azalea sighed, tucking her knees up to her chest and resting on her hands. Didn't they know it was rude to whisper behind her back? Well, no, they were in front of her but... Whatever.

Azalea hopped up, rubbing her light grey eyes and yawning. She headed for the door.

"Wolfgang is making his decision," someone said.

"So?" she mumbled.

"When Wolfgang is making a decision, you wait," came the reply.

"Mmmasdfghjkl," she muttered, walking out of the music room. Wolfgang this, Wolfgang that. I'm not his bloody homie.

"Razer Blazer!" she gushed, grinning when she spotted the handsome brunette down the hallway. "Oh how I have missed you!" In the last 3 minutes during which we were apart. She ran towards him, her now perfectly neat and glistening pink hair a waterfall cape behind her. Her bruiseless, cutless face was flawless and the marks where Sage and the boys had grabbed her hidden beneath the long sleeves of the school uniform. She slammed her lips against his, tackling him to the ground as she kissed him furiously. She was bent over him, their limbs tangled as she ran her tongue along his lower lip. Azalea laughed, jumping to her feet and helping Razeluxe back to his feet.

"Ooo, who's this pretty thing?" she asked with a smirk as she took in the pretty, shy-looking girl. She was so cute. "I'm hurt, Raze. Why would you keep this angel all for yourself?" Azalea pouted, taking the dainty girl in a suffocating hug.

"Oh, what's your name? Cutie patootite?" Azalea laughed. "I'm Azalea, but please, call me 'My Queen,' 'Your Grace' or 'Goddess of Everything.' Unless, of course, you'd rather address me by the names of these sexy D-cups?" Azalea asked with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows and a groping of her said D-cups.

"Did you two hear? Did you two hear?" she gushed. "That superb violin playing came from these sexy fingers," she said, holding her hands up. "I can do... A lot more... With these hands," she purred, tossing them a wink and making crude, slide up and down gestures with her hands. She let her gaze drop below Raze's waist and laughed, knowing how fidgety it made him. "You'd think you'd had a lot of hands... On your lollipop," she said. "With the way you look, Raze.

"Music room, leggo," she said, grabbing each of them by their hands and hauling them to the music room. Azalea shoved them forward and hopped up and down behind Razeluxe to be seen, her breasts bouncing with the rest of her.

"Look what I found!" Before Wolfgang could say anything, she lifted a palm to stop him. "They play killer triangle," she said, gesturing towards the small percussions for emphasis. "And c'mon, that," she said, gesturing towards Raze or, well, his hips. "Is backup dancer material, and she's..." Azalea let her gaze undress the girl she'd hauled. "Practically... Hey, you want my number?"