|Happiness and Sadness, I have all of them and they greatly vary but their one common point, I still smile through all of them.|
There was no denying it. Those eyes of vermilion and ebony held such warmth and glittering joy while looking at the daintily wrapped box brought by Moirae. It is true that Valentines' can be quite the troublesome and terrifying experience for him once in a while. However, there are these moments that are well-appreciated. "Do you like Lady Ageha as a lover, Lord Takeru?" The question was enough to quickly change his mood from blissful to astonishing disbelief. If he was drinking or eating something, he might have spouted it out his mouth or choked making a complete fool of himself. "Wh--Where in the world did you get that idea, Moirae!?" He asked incredulously with a faint hue of pink staining his cheeks. Without a hint of hesitation, she answered with a smile. "Lord Sacrilegious." Once he heard the one who planted the seed of this idea, he grimaced and could feel veins protruding on his forehead. "Ageha is his fiancée and I would not do anything to jeopardize that." He stated clearly and released a sigh. "I just like Ageha on a clearly platonic matter." Then, he gave Moirae an inquiring look. "Don't you like her too?" Moirae nodded with a gentle expression on her face. "I do."
Hearing this response, Takeru smiled softly. "You are definitely a frank person. Sacred did tell me that." Moirae tilted her head to the side and had a thoughtful look to her. "I don't think I am that much blunt. If I do, I could tell Master to fall in love with Lady Ageha already or even to you for that matter." He immediately stood from his chair upon understanding the implication of the last part of her statement. "I don't swing that way!" He declared with a slam on the desk. "Of course, Lord Takeru. I was just using a description to deliver my thoughts." Moirae assured the young man before her. Somehow, it was not that assuring to him. Uneasily, he returned to his seat and released another sigh. "There is no denying it. You and Sacred are a perfect match."
Deep blue eyes held a tint of sadness of them for a brief moment. "So, they say." She then changed the subject. "I hope the ball this evening would be a success." Not prodding the vampire girl anymore, he followed the flow of their conversation. "Yeah. I did ask for assistance in terms of security with the Association. I've been informed that they are already here." He then suddenly remembered something. "Oh, since you're here. Give this to Sacred." Taking something from his pockets, he procured a small bag with a purple ribbon. "Takagi-san's self-made choco for Sacred." Moirae took it and had an expression of bewilderment. "You mean Ms. Takagi, the prefect?" Takeru nodded enthusiastically. "Isn't she sweet?" She looked at him and then to the bag of chocolates again. "Yes. she is." She almost whispered with a lingering sense of attachment.
Noticing this, he gazed towards Moirae in observance. "Setting that aside, I am a bit surprised that you came all the way here. The sun is not that kind to you, right?" Moirae looked at him and gave a small smile. "I brought an umbrella and, I wanted to say be careful." This statement made him wonder. "Why is that? Did something happen?" She lowered her head. "Nothing. I just don't want you to get hurt in anything." Raising her head with a bright smile, she continued on. "Everyone is doing their best to protect this school's peace and way of life especially you. I am grateful." Takeru shook his head at this. "You shouldn't be. I am doing this because of me not for someone. This school is my sanctuary in a sense. A normal life." Moirae nodded in agreement. "Master, may not show it. But, he likes it here. So, continue to look after him. I hope someday he can smile just like you do, Lord Takeru." Pointing a finger at himself, he had a look of befuddlement. "Like me?" Moirae smiled happily. "Yes, freely even if this world can be awfully cruel." He had a faint blush upon that description of his. "Hey, you sound like saying goodbye or something." Moirae gave a light laughter at this. "Nothing of that sorts. Just take care Lord Takeru."
Hearing this response, Takeru smiled softly. "You are definitely a frank person. Sacred did tell me that." Moirae tilted her head to the side and had a thoughtful look to her. "I don't think I am that much blunt. If I do, I could tell Master to fall in love with Lady Ageha already or even to you for that matter." He immediately stood from his chair upon understanding the implication of the last part of her statement. "I don't swing that way!" He declared with a slam on the desk. "Of course, Lord Takeru. I was just using a description to deliver my thoughts." Moirae assured the young man before her. Somehow, it was not that assuring to him. Uneasily, he returned to his seat and released another sigh. "There is no denying it. You and Sacred are a perfect match."
Deep blue eyes held a tint of sadness of them for a brief moment. "So, they say." She then changed the subject. "I hope the ball this evening would be a success." Not prodding the vampire girl anymore, he followed the flow of their conversation. "Yeah. I did ask for assistance in terms of security with the Association. I've been informed that they are already here." He then suddenly remembered something. "Oh, since you're here. Give this to Sacred." Taking something from his pockets, he procured a small bag with a purple ribbon. "Takagi-san's self-made choco for Sacred." Moirae took it and had an expression of bewilderment. "You mean Ms. Takagi, the prefect?" Takeru nodded enthusiastically. "Isn't she sweet?" She looked at him and then to the bag of chocolates again. "Yes. she is." She almost whispered with a lingering sense of attachment.
Noticing this, he gazed towards Moirae in observance. "Setting that aside, I am a bit surprised that you came all the way here. The sun is not that kind to you, right?" Moirae looked at him and gave a small smile. "I brought an umbrella and, I wanted to say be careful." This statement made him wonder. "Why is that? Did something happen?" She lowered her head. "Nothing. I just don't want you to get hurt in anything." Raising her head with a bright smile, she continued on. "Everyone is doing their best to protect this school's peace and way of life especially you. I am grateful." Takeru shook his head at this. "You shouldn't be. I am doing this because of me not for someone. This school is my sanctuary in a sense. A normal life." Moirae nodded in agreement. "Master, may not show it. But, he likes it here. So, continue to look after him. I hope someday he can smile just like you do, Lord Takeru." Pointing a finger at himself, he had a look of befuddlement. "Like me?" Moirae smiled happily. "Yes, freely even if this world can be awfully cruel." He had a faint blush upon that description of his. "Hey, you sound like saying goodbye or something." Moirae gave a light laughter at this. "Nothing of that sorts. Just take care Lord Takeru."
|"As the melody plays for this dance of ours, how I wish when the final tune stops, our hands will still be here together."|
Twilight lingered on the horizon. The perfect meshing of light and darkness painting the skies in a lovely splash of colors. Yet, it was also a poetic way of the sun kissing the moon hello and goodbye if one believes in the stories that the two celestial bodies are lovers. This beautiful scenery served as the background of the most anticipated event of Cross Academy to date. The Valentines' Ball which would allow both classes to mingle with each other indefinitely through the evening. Still, there are limitations to how intimate this conversations could be. Regardless to say, everyone was looking forward to it. Whatever their reasons could be. The only thing anyone could be certain that this would be a magical night to remember.
True to the concept, the paths leading to the elusive grand hall of the Academy were bordered by makeshift water canals. Upon the gentle flowing water, floating candles in shape of water lilies served as the illumination of the students as they walked. A series of rose arches were also set up as if to give the feeling of entering the gates of fantasy. They were scarcely wrapped in small lights making them appear to lightly glow. It also helped that the sweet fragrance littered the air giving a ephemeral sensation. Upon arriving at the main venue, stewards which one would be reminded of those present in fairy tales would await to hand out masks for the students to take and wear. Along with giving a specific rule, it was never to remove the mask until the ball has ended. Yet, the men were awarded also a single red camellia flower to be given to a maiden that they have a special attraction to for a dance.
Inside the grand hall, one would feel stepping into an alternate world or reality. Every contour, arc, hue, design, and setting gave of a different sense of presence and time. It was like living inside those fantasy stories of Cinderella and movies reminiscent of those mysterious balls. Of course to make the feeling more enticing, the entrance of each student was to descend from the stairs lined with small crystal globes which the source of its dim light was firefly. But, one of the most appreciated gesture was the ceiling of the hall specifically above the dance floor. It was replaced with a seemingly invisible glass resembling that of a transparent dome. As such, it was possible for everyone to dance underneath the glittering diamonds of the night sky or be bathed by the moon's light as it seeped through.
As the students filled in the illustrious hall, the music softly played to introduce the first of many dances of the evening. Hearing the melody, some of the students were thrilled as they placed themselves at the center of the hall and began to dance underneath the evening sky. The lovely tune dedicated to the moon who looked down at them in good light. Even behind their masks, smiles could be felt and occasionally seen through their gestures. This was truly a wonderful event to express their feelings and to simply have a moment of relaxation from school work and such. But once, the song comes to a close. It could be seen that an entrance of a specific individual was closely watched. Not even a mask could hide his identity as the long feathery locks of black-purple was a giveaway.
The eccentric pure-blood descended the stairs with utmost grace which did not come to him as difficult. In his chest, a lone camellia flower could be seen. A lot of maidens tonight wished to be the one to claim such a symbol of affection. His eyes of brilliant amethyst look through the throng of crowds with disinterest. He was not that fond of such events although, the tease of watching something entertaining was enough for him to reconsider. Sacred stood before them donning an aristocratic black outfit fitted for a dark lord. The color enhanced his truly pale complexion. His purple-black locks radiated with a unique shine. There was no doubt that he is a pure-blood of the highest caliber. His appearance and presence were enough to have everyone mesmerized, intimidated, and be respectful. Behind him, the silver-haired servant who donned a rather different attire than her usual french maid outfit. Yet, it was not something to be considered perfect for the occasion. Somehow, it was complimentary to her Master's wardrobe. Moirae also donned a mask, yet this was more to follow the rules of the ball.
"So you have finally show yourself, Mr. Warlock." Sacred turned his face to look at the one who was addressing him and offered an amused smile. "And here comes the knight to slay me I presume." Takeru who was now also covered in his mask smiled. He stood there valiantly contrasting against Sacred choice of color. Wearing an impressive white ensemble with golden accents to give details to his clothes, he pretty much looked like a prince that stepped out of a children's fairy tale books. In his chest, a camellia flower was yet to be given away. No wonder the female students were in such a rush of adoring emotions. Because strictly speaking, seeing the two most sought-out men of Cross Academy standing together like that. They were bound to cause hysteria if not for the demure setting of the event. Furthermore, they resembled two princes, one of the light and one of the dark. Now, who would you choose to have a dance with?
Unknown to everyone, a shadow slowly descends to Cross Academy. A figure clad in a white gown with black lace and blue roses as lingering designs and in her arms a stuffed toy of a rabbit as she approached the entrance of the hall where the dance was being held. In her face a mask was already in place. The stewards welcomed her amicably as she simply gave a whimsical smile and an odd question that prompted the steward a certain sense of foreboding. "Hey, do you think it will rain tonight?"
True to the concept, the paths leading to the elusive grand hall of the Academy were bordered by makeshift water canals. Upon the gentle flowing water, floating candles in shape of water lilies served as the illumination of the students as they walked. A series of rose arches were also set up as if to give the feeling of entering the gates of fantasy. They were scarcely wrapped in small lights making them appear to lightly glow. It also helped that the sweet fragrance littered the air giving a ephemeral sensation. Upon arriving at the main venue, stewards which one would be reminded of those present in fairy tales would await to hand out masks for the students to take and wear. Along with giving a specific rule, it was never to remove the mask until the ball has ended. Yet, the men were awarded also a single red camellia flower to be given to a maiden that they have a special attraction to for a dance.
Inside the grand hall, one would feel stepping into an alternate world or reality. Every contour, arc, hue, design, and setting gave of a different sense of presence and time. It was like living inside those fantasy stories of Cinderella and movies reminiscent of those mysterious balls. Of course to make the feeling more enticing, the entrance of each student was to descend from the stairs lined with small crystal globes which the source of its dim light was firefly. But, one of the most appreciated gesture was the ceiling of the hall specifically above the dance floor. It was replaced with a seemingly invisible glass resembling that of a transparent dome. As such, it was possible for everyone to dance underneath the glittering diamonds of the night sky or be bathed by the moon's light as it seeped through.
As the students filled in the illustrious hall, the music softly played to introduce the first of many dances of the evening. Hearing the melody, some of the students were thrilled as they placed themselves at the center of the hall and began to dance underneath the evening sky. The lovely tune dedicated to the moon who looked down at them in good light. Even behind their masks, smiles could be felt and occasionally seen through their gestures. This was truly a wonderful event to express their feelings and to simply have a moment of relaxation from school work and such. But once, the song comes to a close. It could be seen that an entrance of a specific individual was closely watched. Not even a mask could hide his identity as the long feathery locks of black-purple was a giveaway.
The eccentric pure-blood descended the stairs with utmost grace which did not come to him as difficult. In his chest, a lone camellia flower could be seen. A lot of maidens tonight wished to be the one to claim such a symbol of affection. His eyes of brilliant amethyst look through the throng of crowds with disinterest. He was not that fond of such events although, the tease of watching something entertaining was enough for him to reconsider. Sacred stood before them donning an aristocratic black outfit fitted for a dark lord. The color enhanced his truly pale complexion. His purple-black locks radiated with a unique shine. There was no doubt that he is a pure-blood of the highest caliber. His appearance and presence were enough to have everyone mesmerized, intimidated, and be respectful. Behind him, the silver-haired servant who donned a rather different attire than her usual french maid outfit. Yet, it was not something to be considered perfect for the occasion. Somehow, it was complimentary to her Master's wardrobe. Moirae also donned a mask, yet this was more to follow the rules of the ball.
"So you have finally show yourself, Mr. Warlock." Sacred turned his face to look at the one who was addressing him and offered an amused smile. "And here comes the knight to slay me I presume." Takeru who was now also covered in his mask smiled. He stood there valiantly contrasting against Sacred choice of color. Wearing an impressive white ensemble with golden accents to give details to his clothes, he pretty much looked like a prince that stepped out of a children's fairy tale books. In his chest, a camellia flower was yet to be given away. No wonder the female students were in such a rush of adoring emotions. Because strictly speaking, seeing the two most sought-out men of Cross Academy standing together like that. They were bound to cause hysteria if not for the demure setting of the event. Furthermore, they resembled two princes, one of the light and one of the dark. Now, who would you choose to have a dance with?
Unknown to everyone, a shadow slowly descends to Cross Academy. A figure clad in a white gown with black lace and blue roses as lingering designs and in her arms a stuffed toy of a rabbit as she approached the entrance of the hall where the dance was being held. In her face a mask was already in place. The stewards welcomed her amicably as she simply gave a whimsical smile and an odd question that prompted the steward a certain sense of foreboding. "Hey, do you think it will rain tonight?"
