|"I was oblivious. She was already crying for help."|
"Saint. You should sleep. It would be for the best." There was logic in what Amalthea was telling him. He must allow his body to recuperate. However, he did not want to. There was no assurance how long he will be sleeping. Even if his sister decides to sleep with him, there is no certainty that he will be able to see her again. An unknown factor was still present and he did not want to take his chances at all. "No." This short and curt answer made her a bit annoyed as she pushed Zenith down to the floor without much of a resistance. This showed how weak he had gotten. If he wanted to regain his strength, he should enter slumber even for a short while. "Are you still going to be stubborn and go against me, your big sister?" Instead of answering her, he raised his head and reached for her neck. He was very thirsty. Very much. Seeing this, she conceded and lowered her neck to his mouth for easy access. "I guess this is why I like you, Saint."
Like that, all he would ever needed was her. But, time passed by. Soon, those eyes of gold that mirrored his held a guarded expression. It had never been that way even more so, he could see a resolve in that eyes of hers. Yet, what took him completely aback. Her long snow-white hair which Amalthea cherished and liked very much was now cut and shorten to great lengths resembling that of boy's hairstyle. "Why?" That was the only word that left his lips while his face revealed nothing of his surprise. She simply shrugged and gave a small smile. "It suits me, right?" The conversation was over. He should have tried a bit harder in understanding her. He should have. Because, he would soon realize the meaning of her actions far too late.
“Women only cut their hair in times of crisis... It's something' a woman always has the power to do, even when she loses control over everything else. Cutting' hair is a cry for help.”
Someone from the Council who visited him long ago shared that information to him. It was just casual talk and that is when he finally knew. She was asking for help and he did nothing. Now here he is, hoping for a sort of atonement. Atonement for what exactly? The answer was still far from him as his eyes slowly opened. They fluttered like a butterfly's wings which made it such a fascinating sight. It seemed he had fallen asleep along the way. He seemed a bit more tired than he had anticipated. As it would seem, he was not probably out for that long as the rain still continued to fall from the sky. It seemed the rain always reminds him of something. He was not sure whether to be happy about it or not.
Standing from his position, he found himself at the empty hallway. It was good that the students were not up and about. He had heard the Headmaster had issued all of the students to stay at their rooms until further notice. As for the injured ones, they were being treated at the infirmary and others were already sent to a hospital. There were a lot of casualties but at the very least no one had died from the new he had obtained. Although, the bomb explosions would be without doubt be reported on the news. The reason was still unknown but he was certain that those two people had something to do with it. They must be.
His thoughts were disturbed when he took in a scent of blood. It was faint as the rain was washing it away. However, it was enough for him to know the owner of it. This is because he had smelled it once. He quickly went to where it was coming from and soon found himself out of the building in to the rain. There was nothing wrong for him about getting wet and all. However, he does wonder how Yamazaki had arrived here and now looks to be out cold. Did someone attacked her? Where was Fujiwara? In any case, there was no point in dawdling about the questions. The girl's safety and health were his priority. He picked her up and was now in his arms.
It seemed that she had hit her head as he fell. The only course is to go at the infirmary to get it treated. After all, an injury to the head is a delicate matter. However, her choice of clothes and the fact it was clinging to her skin was rather an inappropriate sight. This is why Zenith had removed his jacket wrapped it around her form once more before entering the building once more. He had decided to never involve this girl into the dark world of the vampires. At the same time, he had told her to stay away. However, it seems she was a beacon for trouble. Cradling her close to him, he needed to provide her enough warmth as he could while the scent of roses was quite strong on his form.
Soon, they arrived at the clinic. Every one was apparently busy and he could not say anything less about it. Despite that, his presence was enough to have the people there enlightened even more so, when he was dripping wet and his clothes clung to his form like a second skin. Fortunately, a nurse took noticed of the girl in his arms and began treatment. As for him, he decided to leave Yamazaki to their care. It was better that way. He only decided to leave a few words to pass on to the girl. "Take care of yourself. Ms. Yamazaki."
Like that, all he would ever needed was her. But, time passed by. Soon, those eyes of gold that mirrored his held a guarded expression. It had never been that way even more so, he could see a resolve in that eyes of hers. Yet, what took him completely aback. Her long snow-white hair which Amalthea cherished and liked very much was now cut and shorten to great lengths resembling that of boy's hairstyle. "Why?" That was the only word that left his lips while his face revealed nothing of his surprise. She simply shrugged and gave a small smile. "It suits me, right?" The conversation was over. He should have tried a bit harder in understanding her. He should have. Because, he would soon realize the meaning of her actions far too late.
“Women only cut their hair in times of crisis... It's something' a woman always has the power to do, even when she loses control over everything else. Cutting' hair is a cry for help.”
Someone from the Council who visited him long ago shared that information to him. It was just casual talk and that is when he finally knew. She was asking for help and he did nothing. Now here he is, hoping for a sort of atonement. Atonement for what exactly? The answer was still far from him as his eyes slowly opened. They fluttered like a butterfly's wings which made it such a fascinating sight. It seemed he had fallen asleep along the way. He seemed a bit more tired than he had anticipated. As it would seem, he was not probably out for that long as the rain still continued to fall from the sky. It seemed the rain always reminds him of something. He was not sure whether to be happy about it or not.
Standing from his position, he found himself at the empty hallway. It was good that the students were not up and about. He had heard the Headmaster had issued all of the students to stay at their rooms until further notice. As for the injured ones, they were being treated at the infirmary and others were already sent to a hospital. There were a lot of casualties but at the very least no one had died from the new he had obtained. Although, the bomb explosions would be without doubt be reported on the news. The reason was still unknown but he was certain that those two people had something to do with it. They must be.
His thoughts were disturbed when he took in a scent of blood. It was faint as the rain was washing it away. However, it was enough for him to know the owner of it. This is because he had smelled it once. He quickly went to where it was coming from and soon found himself out of the building in to the rain. There was nothing wrong for him about getting wet and all. However, he does wonder how Yamazaki had arrived here and now looks to be out cold. Did someone attacked her? Where was Fujiwara? In any case, there was no point in dawdling about the questions. The girl's safety and health were his priority. He picked her up and was now in his arms.
It seemed that she had hit her head as he fell. The only course is to go at the infirmary to get it treated. After all, an injury to the head is a delicate matter. However, her choice of clothes and the fact it was clinging to her skin was rather an inappropriate sight. This is why Zenith had removed his jacket wrapped it around her form once more before entering the building once more. He had decided to never involve this girl into the dark world of the vampires. At the same time, he had told her to stay away. However, it seems she was a beacon for trouble. Cradling her close to him, he needed to provide her enough warmth as he could while the scent of roses was quite strong on his form.
Soon, they arrived at the clinic. Every one was apparently busy and he could not say anything less about it. Despite that, his presence was enough to have the people there enlightened even more so, when he was dripping wet and his clothes clung to his form like a second skin. Fortunately, a nurse took noticed of the girl in his arms and began treatment. As for him, he decided to leave Yamazaki to their care. It was better that way. He only decided to leave a few words to pass on to the girl. "Take care of yourself. Ms. Yamazaki."
|“We make our own monsters, then fear them for what they show us about ourselves.”|
There the young boy who had made the Rosenkreuz pure-blood cringed in pain lay so meekly on the bed. He was surrounded by a great amount of machines and from the looks of it they were truly advanced, probably even more so the ones available at the market. There were a lot of cables attached to his lithe frame as if to monitor the different impulses of his body. But one that would immediately be noticed is the catheter inserted into his forearm. It was transferring a huge deal of blood to his system. "How are you feeling, Ex?" Hearing his name, the boy opened his eyes and looked to his side. "Hughes! I'm completely fine! Just the usual!" Hughes nodded in understanding as he took a chart handed to him by one of the medical staff. "Your maintenance seemed to be going well. Congratulations." Ex smiled brightly upon hearing the results and then wondered about the samples they took.
"So, how are the samples we took?" The boy inquired as Hughes took a seat beside his bed before answering. "Astounding. His blood exceeds our expectations." Ex had a very enthusiastic look on his eyes of pure black. It was good to hear the trouble was all worth it. Yet, he would not mind fighting the pure-blood once more. He had this feeling that next time they meet would be far too interesting. "What about the halfling?" Hughes removed his glasses and proceeded to clean its lenses at a leisurely pace. He was even a humming a bit before answering the query. "I received the genetic profile but, I would need more time to tinker with it more." Ex nodded and had an amused smile. "I still find it interesting what you can do with just a piece of hair." Placing back his glasses in place, he gave a bright smile. "Of course, I told you. I can do anything I want."
The smile made Ex feel the air around them getting a bit chilly than necessary, but it could also mean one thing. This man was really terrifying. Trying to put his uneasiness at bay, he inquired about the other two people whom Hughes made contact with. There was the girl he had used against the Rosenkreuz pure-blood and the other pure-blood who earned quite a great amount of animosity. "What about the other two? Are they collateral damage?" Hughes had a thoughtful expression on his face and recalled the red-haired beauty which earned quite an amusing reaction from the most precious. Then, there was the black avenger. From the data he had collected, he had already plans for those two. Actually, they are already doing what he expected them to do.
"Not yet. I have plans for both of them." Those eyes of midnight black color gleamed with a sinister plot which made Ex feel the hair at the back of his neck stand. "They would help me realize my goal whether they like it or not." Well, Ex does not have any complaints with Hughes' plan. But, he was a bit disappointed. He was not going to kill anyone. "Don't worry, they will die by your hands Ex. Just not right now." Noticing the boy's expression, Hughes patted Ex's head in a rather affectionate manner which resembles that of father would do to his child. "For now, get more stronger. Then crush them." Smiling at this, Ex returned to his usual cheerful persona. "That's a promise then!" Hughes gave an affirming nod when a staff called out to him. "I'm sorry to interrupt. But, Alice is misbehaving."
Releasing a small sigh, Hughes stood from his chair and apologizes to Ex. "I'm sorry for leaving so soon." Ex shook his head and smiled happily. "It's fine. You should go, She is quite a handful." Hearing the boy's response, he patted Ex's head once more and smiled gently. "I will see you later." With that, Hughes left the room while Ex decided to take a nap waiting for his maintenance to be done.
Everything was falling into place little by little. The cog wheels are beginning to turn and whether they are a ready or not. It will come without remorse.
"So, how are the samples we took?" The boy inquired as Hughes took a seat beside his bed before answering. "Astounding. His blood exceeds our expectations." Ex had a very enthusiastic look on his eyes of pure black. It was good to hear the trouble was all worth it. Yet, he would not mind fighting the pure-blood once more. He had this feeling that next time they meet would be far too interesting. "What about the halfling?" Hughes removed his glasses and proceeded to clean its lenses at a leisurely pace. He was even a humming a bit before answering the query. "I received the genetic profile but, I would need more time to tinker with it more." Ex nodded and had an amused smile. "I still find it interesting what you can do with just a piece of hair." Placing back his glasses in place, he gave a bright smile. "Of course, I told you. I can do anything I want."
The smile made Ex feel the air around them getting a bit chilly than necessary, but it could also mean one thing. This man was really terrifying. Trying to put his uneasiness at bay, he inquired about the other two people whom Hughes made contact with. There was the girl he had used against the Rosenkreuz pure-blood and the other pure-blood who earned quite a great amount of animosity. "What about the other two? Are they collateral damage?" Hughes had a thoughtful expression on his face and recalled the red-haired beauty which earned quite an amusing reaction from the most precious. Then, there was the black avenger. From the data he had collected, he had already plans for those two. Actually, they are already doing what he expected them to do.
"Not yet. I have plans for both of them." Those eyes of midnight black color gleamed with a sinister plot which made Ex feel the hair at the back of his neck stand. "They would help me realize my goal whether they like it or not." Well, Ex does not have any complaints with Hughes' plan. But, he was a bit disappointed. He was not going to kill anyone. "Don't worry, they will die by your hands Ex. Just not right now." Noticing the boy's expression, Hughes patted Ex's head in a rather affectionate manner which resembles that of father would do to his child. "For now, get more stronger. Then crush them." Smiling at this, Ex returned to his usual cheerful persona. "That's a promise then!" Hughes gave an affirming nod when a staff called out to him. "I'm sorry to interrupt. But, Alice is misbehaving."
Releasing a small sigh, Hughes stood from his chair and apologizes to Ex. "I'm sorry for leaving so soon." Ex shook his head and smiled happily. "It's fine. You should go, She is quite a handful." Hearing the boy's response, he patted Ex's head once more and smiled gently. "I will see you later." With that, Hughes left the room while Ex decided to take a nap waiting for his maintenance to be done.
Everything was falling into place little by little. The cog wheels are beginning to turn and whether they are a ready or not. It will come without remorse.