"If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever." - Proverb
Three weeks.
Three weeks had passed since the incident at the Academy. Students were once again rendered oblivious to it as they were led to believe it was an accident of sorts. The memories plagued Saya as she watched normal interactions between the Day Class students happen as if they were okay. She felt her fists clench tightly at how normal everything seemed to be. Her heart still ached with the losses and it was something that wouldn't mend easily. Kiyoshi, Moirae, who else needed to die before this madness was over? It was obvious the attackers were after Amaya and herself...so maybe
"Good morning Takagi!" a voice snapped her out of her stupor as she was greeted by a Day Class student. Saya forced a smile on her lips and greeted the student as she passed by. She watched smiles plague the faces in front of her as her face remained unfazed. She wanted to smile, laugh like the ones around her, but what cause could be given to start such a disease? A sigh escaped her lips as she pulled at the strands of her hair in a nervous act. She released the strands and continued on with her patrol. A tender smile placed itself on her lips as a fond memory came into mind.
"You should smile more Saya. Frowns do not suit you."
"And what about you mister no smile?"
"And what about you mister no smile?"
The sun began to shine through the windows of the building, encompassing it in a warmth that Saya could only describe as an embrace. She glanced out, noticing as the clouds parted, allowing the blue sky a chance to peek through and cover the school. She touched the window, almost in a delicate matter as she kept her gaze outside. She was unaware of a pair of emerald eyes watching her from behind. He knew his sister was in pain, and the façade she kept up was slowly breaking. He could see the subtle cracks in the mask she wore and it tore him up inside. Satoshi had been at the front of the attack, fighting off vampires so that they wouldn't reach the Academy.
He had seen Saya dancing on the battle field, her eyes glazed over as instinct took over. He had seen the way she ripped out the hearts and throats of the vampires around her, their bodies falling in heaps of flesh and ash. He knew of her heritage, of who she and Amaya really were. He knew the blood coursing through their veins was not that of the Takagi family...but of their family. He sighed, pushing himself off of the wall he was leaning on and made his way towards her. Once at her side, he placed a hand on her shoulder and gazed down at her. Saya stared back up into her brother's eyes, a weak smile being offered in place.
"Hey," he offered. He couldn't form the proper words in his throat as it began to clench. It had been over three weeks since Moirae passed. Her death devastated not only Sacrilegious, but that of Takeru and Saya. Amaya had not been close to the silver-haired vampire, not like Saya was. The only reason that was, Saya had taken up the position as prefect. She had to interact with the vampires, however; she never thought of it that way. She had enjoyed the conversations with Moirae, as brief as they were, she enjoyed them.
"I have some news," he began, trying to bring up the subject that would hopefully make things a bit easier to cope with. He knew it wouldn't be a good idea after such an ordeal, but it was the insistance of the Headmaster that they try and recover. They wouldn't be able to perform their jobs if the deaths of many lingered to long on their minds.
"We...they are preparing a summer trip. I don't know the destination, but it'll take off in the next week," he began. Saya tilted her head in confusion. A trip? At this point in time with people that were after them still on the loose? Shouldn't they be drawing up a plan of action? Shouldn't they be doing something useful? A trip was out of the question, however; the look in Satoshi's eyes kept her from protesting. She sighed in defeat and turned to walk away.
"I guess I shall go inform Amaya and Ekaterina," she spoke before taking off. She didn't know if Ekaterina was up to it. She had been told of what happened with the young russian girl and it frightened her to know that her friend had been put in such danger. Let alone harnessed a power as terrifying as she had, Saya had nearly broken down in tears again. She had thought she lost her friend, the one who kept her anchored to the ground when Amaya couldn't. She still hasn't forgiven herself for that.