|“Blossoms are scattered by the wind, the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.”|
The sound of the bell echoed throughout the campus. He could hear the excited gaits of the students and even those among his class. Probably, they now had a reason to remove themselves from his presence. In any case, it was time for lunch. Standing from his seat, he knew that Tsukino would follow. It was his duty to do so. However, he did not move away from his desk quickly as concluded. There was the familiar hunger radiating from his throat and consciousness. Speaking of which, when was the last time he had managed to feed? Alice had been away for some errand and he had not been able to prepare himself for such a long absence.
It had been six weeks since he last fed. The blood pills were now a means to limit his thirst never to prevent it ever since he had tasted blood. Its former effects on him were now but an illusion. Honestly, Alice's blood reawakened the deep-seated desire within him. Unfortunately, her blood was not enough anymore. It was never meant to satisfy him from the beginning. Of course, this was something he had chosen to keep to himself and was but a secret to everyone but him. As such. nothing was revealed about this by him at all. It would not be wise for him to gather himself with people. Usually, he would have quietly slipped away to some place where he could be alone which he always does.
Now, it was impossible for him to do so. He will always have someone with him and eyes watching every move he makes. Exiting the room, he was instantly met with crowded hallways. Well, this was a good news. The school still managed to have a huge populace of students despite such frightening pasts. Anyway, he was able to make his way as both from the day and night class were polite enough to create a notable space for him to walk through. There would be others who would want to approach him. Mostly, they belonged to the day class and were girls. Tsukino was not keen on that and made sure they stayed as mere spectators. Speaking of which, this would be his longest time in the company of his former roommate.
Upon reaching the lunch area, all eyes were on him. There were even others who attempted to hide their interest about the white-haired pure-blood. For the humans, they really wonder if it was possible for someone as beautiful as him to exist. They were completely awed. For the vampires, they cannot believe that such a person was their leader whether by great revere or by great fear. In any case, he did not like to stay here any longer than it was necessary. After all, he was not going to eat anything. His hunger was the different kind. He was about to inform Tsukino when Yamazaki appeared. It would seem that the training session was now over.
Tsukino was immediately taken away from his side while Yamazaki told him to not move. In that spare moment, the girls that had the mentality of a hunter approached the now lone pure-blood. As usual, he did not turn them down or pushed them away. They looked at them with his emotionless eyes and answered their questions with politeness etched in a distant tone. However, it did not dissuade them rather, it only serve for them to appeal more to him. There were man inquiries about him. Was he a foreigner? Was he friends with the black-haired pure-blood? What was his name? Was he single? He answered all of them, “No. No. Zenith Kline Rosenkreuz. ---” When the answer to the most important question for the crowd that flocked around him was about to be released, Yamazaki had returned.
A switch with his guard had been made. Well, it was not like he cared for it at all. As per her duty, she would watch over him. The pure-blood simply gave a nod at her words and politely excused himself from the people who were adamantly curious about him. At his exit from the cafeteria, he could hear some comments of the night class to the day class like, they should keep away from him. He was far out of their reach. It seemed there was still among his kind that disliked him being around humans whether by choice or not. These kind of reactions were normal. He had been subjected to such eager protection many times.
Anyway, he made his way out of the main building. When Cross Academy was built, he had implied that nothing must be changed of its layout and architecture. They complied perfectly and with that, he soon came upon a clearing. There a large cherry blossom tree stood immemorial.The petals were slowly falling to the ground as if it were ran. Such, a beautiful sight. It was one of the things that had withstood all the tragedies of this school. So, it had become the silent witness to everything. Others called it a miracle. For him, he was simply grateful it was not destroyed in the chaos.
He approached it and placed a hand upon its trunk. Zenith stood out prominently due to his coloring of white hair and uniform. At a distance, many would have concluded him to be a ghost, a very mesmerizing and beautiful spirit. He simply stood there for a few minutes before taking a seat underneath it. This place was well-hidden and away from the buildings. It was probably the reason it had not been affected by the explosions. He laid his back against the bark and then took out a book from his jacket. It was the only book he always read despite his claims that it a literature he despised. This was one of his eccentricities.
As if no one else around him, Zenith remained in that relaxed position. He does know that Yamazaki was with him. But, there was no reason for him to interact with her. If his actions in the past were not clear enough, he would not know what to do to imply that. Furthermore, he could feel his thirst creeping out. He took out a small bottle from his pockets and opened it to procure two blood pills. Without much of a delay, he placed it inside his mouth and continued with his reading. This would make his thirst tolerable for him. But, he was definitely parched even if nothing showed upon him. He was completely and undeniably fine.
But as time passed, it was yet again the same thing for him. His eyes slowly come to a close. The pure-blood still undergoes sleeping spells. Just like that, he had soon entered the land of dreams. The book he was reading was now haphazardly discarded to his lap. His head leaning against the trunk with a slight tilt. Breathing so steady and calm. If anyone would see him, he was such a vision against the fully bloomed Sakura tree. The petals continued to fall as some were already on his clothes and hair. The pleasant smell of its blossoms also meshed perfectly with his own natural one of roses. He looked so heavenly if only that was really true, if only... Just like that, he fell asleep before his guard.
It had been six weeks since he last fed. The blood pills were now a means to limit his thirst never to prevent it ever since he had tasted blood. Its former effects on him were now but an illusion. Honestly, Alice's blood reawakened the deep-seated desire within him. Unfortunately, her blood was not enough anymore. It was never meant to satisfy him from the beginning. Of course, this was something he had chosen to keep to himself and was but a secret to everyone but him. As such. nothing was revealed about this by him at all. It would not be wise for him to gather himself with people. Usually, he would have quietly slipped away to some place where he could be alone which he always does.
Now, it was impossible for him to do so. He will always have someone with him and eyes watching every move he makes. Exiting the room, he was instantly met with crowded hallways. Well, this was a good news. The school still managed to have a huge populace of students despite such frightening pasts. Anyway, he was able to make his way as both from the day and night class were polite enough to create a notable space for him to walk through. There would be others who would want to approach him. Mostly, they belonged to the day class and were girls. Tsukino was not keen on that and made sure they stayed as mere spectators. Speaking of which, this would be his longest time in the company of his former roommate.
Upon reaching the lunch area, all eyes were on him. There were even others who attempted to hide their interest about the white-haired pure-blood. For the humans, they really wonder if it was possible for someone as beautiful as him to exist. They were completely awed. For the vampires, they cannot believe that such a person was their leader whether by great revere or by great fear. In any case, he did not like to stay here any longer than it was necessary. After all, he was not going to eat anything. His hunger was the different kind. He was about to inform Tsukino when Yamazaki appeared. It would seem that the training session was now over.
Tsukino was immediately taken away from his side while Yamazaki told him to not move. In that spare moment, the girls that had the mentality of a hunter approached the now lone pure-blood. As usual, he did not turn them down or pushed them away. They looked at them with his emotionless eyes and answered their questions with politeness etched in a distant tone. However, it did not dissuade them rather, it only serve for them to appeal more to him. There were man inquiries about him. Was he a foreigner? Was he friends with the black-haired pure-blood? What was his name? Was he single? He answered all of them, “No. No. Zenith Kline Rosenkreuz. ---” When the answer to the most important question for the crowd that flocked around him was about to be released, Yamazaki had returned.
A switch with his guard had been made. Well, it was not like he cared for it at all. As per her duty, she would watch over him. The pure-blood simply gave a nod at her words and politely excused himself from the people who were adamantly curious about him. At his exit from the cafeteria, he could hear some comments of the night class to the day class like, they should keep away from him. He was far out of their reach. It seemed there was still among his kind that disliked him being around humans whether by choice or not. These kind of reactions were normal. He had been subjected to such eager protection many times.
Anyway, he made his way out of the main building. When Cross Academy was built, he had implied that nothing must be changed of its layout and architecture. They complied perfectly and with that, he soon came upon a clearing. There a large cherry blossom tree stood immemorial.The petals were slowly falling to the ground as if it were ran. Such, a beautiful sight. It was one of the things that had withstood all the tragedies of this school. So, it had become the silent witness to everything. Others called it a miracle. For him, he was simply grateful it was not destroyed in the chaos.
He approached it and placed a hand upon its trunk. Zenith stood out prominently due to his coloring of white hair and uniform. At a distance, many would have concluded him to be a ghost, a very mesmerizing and beautiful spirit. He simply stood there for a few minutes before taking a seat underneath it. This place was well-hidden and away from the buildings. It was probably the reason it had not been affected by the explosions. He laid his back against the bark and then took out a book from his jacket. It was the only book he always read despite his claims that it a literature he despised. This was one of his eccentricities.
As if no one else around him, Zenith remained in that relaxed position. He does know that Yamazaki was with him. But, there was no reason for him to interact with her. If his actions in the past were not clear enough, he would not know what to do to imply that. Furthermore, he could feel his thirst creeping out. He took out a small bottle from his pockets and opened it to procure two blood pills. Without much of a delay, he placed it inside his mouth and continued with his reading. This would make his thirst tolerable for him. But, he was definitely parched even if nothing showed upon him. He was completely and undeniably fine.
But as time passed, it was yet again the same thing for him. His eyes slowly come to a close. The pure-blood still undergoes sleeping spells. Just like that, he had soon entered the land of dreams. The book he was reading was now haphazardly discarded to his lap. His head leaning against the trunk with a slight tilt. Breathing so steady and calm. If anyone would see him, he was such a vision against the fully bloomed Sakura tree. The petals continued to fall as some were already on his clothes and hair. The pleasant smell of its blossoms also meshed perfectly with his own natural one of roses. He looked so heavenly if only that was really true, if only... Just like that, he fell asleep before his guard.