"A rose is only as beautiful as it's thorn."
"It seems you are. If you'll give me a few, I need to get ready myself. Or, if you get tired of waiting, I will meet you there," Saya returned, giving her friend a smile before heading towards the bathroom. In honesty, she wouldn't blame Ekaterina if she wanted to get to the dance and start patrolling or enjoying herself. She didn't want her to wait while Saya took her time. Her mind was still pre-occupied with Kiyoshi and the shower would help her relax a bit. By the time she was finished, Saya managed to dress herself in a simple black dress and grabbed the crimson colored mask. She pulled the top part of her hair into a loose bun, allowing it to fall just slightly with her bangs hovering in her face. She swept them to the right side of her face and held them with a dragonfly clip given to her Kiyoshi so many years ago as their promise to each other.
The Headmaster's voice still echoed through her mind as she thought of todays events. Although Ekaterina and herself were to enjoy the dance as much as possible, they were still there to keep watch over the day students and night students. A smile pulled at her lips if only for a second before she sighed. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she placed the Artemis Rod in it's spot on her leg and made her way towards the music that began to play softly. It was only a matter of minutes before she arrived at the hall where the dance was being held. Her eyes swept across the room and took note of Takeru and Sacrilegious, both males standing by each other with Moirae, Sacred's servant. A smile pulled at her lips as she made her way to a corner. She could keep a better eye on the students from where she was situated, and admire the sights before her. They had really outdone this dance, going so far as to have everything look seemingly perfect.
Before long, the sun had taken it's bow and allowed the moon to shine through. Most of the day class students were dressed in a rather interesting outfit. She liked it somewhat as it had originality and flare. As soon as the music started, she watched as the students began to dance. It made Saya feel like she couldn't dance at all, which was true. She had two left feet and couldn't dance to save her life, however; that did not deter Kiyoshi, who was adorned in a simple white tuxedo and matching mask, from approaching her.
"Care to," he asked, a monotonous tone to his voice. Saya smiled as she took his hand and he led her to the dance floor. As the song played, Saya allowed Kiyoshi to take the lead before she leaned in closer to him. He had a hard time restraining himself as she exposed her neck to him. He wanted so much to sink his pearly whites into the soft flesh of his cousin and drain her, but he couldn't. His fangs were exposed and he rested his head in the crook of her neck. He could feel Toru's intense gaze on him. It made talking to Saya so much harder than it was. He wanted to tell her...tell her everything and to keep her safe, but he couldn't. The hold on him was like a chain that wouldn't break...and it was killing him.
"Where were you," she asked, her voice calm and on the verge of shaking. She hadn't seen him in so long and finally being able to hold him again, it made her happy. Kiyoshi glanced at Saya, kissing her on the forehead before he removed himself from her grasp and walked away, his eyes shining a vibrant crimson as he exited, leaving Saya confused. What happened to him, she thought as she returned to her corner and held onto the amber carnelian that had once been lodged into Kiyoshi's pocket. She couldn't be distracted, although a weight suddenly felt as if it were laying on her shoulders. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind as she searched for Ekaterina. The prefect was either somewhere where Saya couldn't see her, or on the dance floor with someone. The thought tugged at Saya's lips for a moment. She would be happy to see Ekaterina dancing with someone. Amaya suddenly popped into her mind as she glanced around for her twin.
"Where is Ama?" she muttered to herself.