"Prays and hopes are meaningless if you don't do something on your own.
So why even bother believing in god?"
Her tongue is still very sharp. Well, with that, Saken could guess that she is - kind of - alright. He smiled back right at her and was just relieved. Who would have thought that she could still smile like that although she just fell unconcious? Whenever Saken was worried, she'd always has a way to prevent him and getting him up again. Very magical - still he was concerned. She couldn't just go away with a smile and jokes, though it amused him indeed. "Hey, you said by yourself that I should go ahead and sleep! You're contradicting yourself!" He defended himself with a grin. 'Beautiful dame' huh? As always, such confidence from herself - unbeatable really.
Kiss? Saken wondered about that. They would have kinda died before even trying kissing her. Thinking of that, Saken never saw her with any 'guys' who flirt with her. Or was he just missing those parts? Honestly, Saken would really like to see a guy beside Sera; a guy who isn't frightened with her, a guy who loved her presence. Though it's hard to imagine that, he could perfectly understand if someone likes her, however it was hard to match Sera. Not just her beauty, but also her familiar standards and her intelligence. But secretly, Saken knew that she would not end up alone - unlike him.
"Wh- what? You did what?" Flustered, he touched his head - finding out that his hair was unshaved and still as long as before. Relieved, he sighed. His long hair was a treasure. Even it made him look like a girl, even if it's damn hot in sommer and even though Saken was too lazy to even pin his hair up - he would still keep it as it is now. All because of his foolish believes regarding the past, as if he was still holding on it. No surprise he had that nightmare all over again. As he finished inspecting every inch of his head, he looked up to Sera. "Sera, don't joke around about that! I was seriously fooled just now. What would you do if I would shave your hair and make you look like a punk? That would be just... a nightmare!", he grumbled angry but relieved in the same time as then he noticed the changes of expression she had.
It was very untypical of her showing such concerned expressions. Was she seriously sick? She denied it though, with quite of a very convincing gesture. And although Saken coudn't really believe that statement very well, he felt that something else depressed her heart. Maybe... she had a nightmare like he did? A nightmare containing the things she feared at once - like his? He regretted soon asking: "What's up?" But she seem to have a question on her lips. A question, that way maybe the mole behind all of this happening to her. Then, as she raised her eyes, glancing at him, she finally asked the question - that Saken didn't understand at all.
Confused, he frowned and looked up to her, right into her eyes, asking himself the reason for that question. He had never heard of something like that - was it somekind of a joke perhaps? However, her eyes spoke a different point of view as a joke could never express. There was a deeper meaning behind her question - although Saken couldn't figure out what. As if she was giving him a riddle that she couldn't solve by herself. A riddle which solution is the answer of many questions. Whatever it was, Saken was speechless for a second, confused and just had no clue what to answer. "Em... Isn't that somekind of a tale for kids?" He then finally asked, still had that frown on his forehead. "... what does it have to do with you being unconscious? I can't find any connection..."
But those question had to remain unanswered. The prefects were needed again in the school yard that time, and as Sera couldn't leave the infirmary - well, Saken didn't let her leave the infirmary to be exact - Saken excused himself and followed the noises and finished his job as a prefect. Calming the crowd down as good as possible and scoleded them as he was quite annoyed that they were as loud as elementary kids.
Likewise, the days passed and Saken couldn't find a good time asking for the question that went through him at the time in that infirmary. They were just never left alone, Saken and Sera - both busy preparing everything for the helloween festival. But still not busy enough noticing that Yukiko was even more closed and unsocial than before, as if she doesn't want anything to do with the world anymore. Indeed, Saken wondered about her attitude, though he was quite incurious. She was someone Saken could never understand, although Saken indeed respected her for what she had said to the blue haired vampire to cheer him up. But it seems that she is still her after all. Not wanting to socialise at all.
"Attention all Students of Cross Academy. Tonight is the night you have all been waiting for! The Halloween's Eve Festival! We will be having costume contests ---"
"What, who had been waiting for what? It only means more work to do!", Saken complained silently as he was helping with the preperations. That was one of the duties of a prefect too - helping preperations for festivals. It was such a bother for Saken; he disliked festival like that. But more importantly... "Are you really able to help, Sera? Not feeling kind of sick anymore do you?" He then asked his fellow prefect watching her having the same destiny as him. "By the way, what are you going to wear in that festival?" It was a 'by the way' question - obvious that Saken was not really concerned about that. Sera would pass even without a costume, that's for sure.
The academy began to fill with many students, dressed up as one eyes creatures, witches... and vampires. How nostalgic - would those day class students even guessed that the 'celebrities' of the school are vampires - would they dress differently as now, with those ugly teeths and mouths, and that black long coat? It was amusing to see them - still not too amusing enough making Saken not yawning and rubbing his eyes, showing clear signs of tiredness. "I want to sleep..." He said as he spotted two white haired girls standing there, which grabbed his concern a bit. But there were so much people who weared fake white hair that Saken couldn't tell if he was really right with his thoughts. "Hey Sera... isn't that Yukiko? Or a random girl with wig again?"