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located in Cross Academy, a part of Vampire Knight: The Devil's Dance, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Asuka Fujiwara Character Portrait: Anastasia Guillory
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"Endless thoughts, countless possibilities, and only one solution. Which will it be?"




Asuka stared up at her ceiling, a hand over her eyes, shielding them from the rays of the sun that peeked through her window. She could hear the faint breathing of Snow, who sat perched by her window, sleeping. Sachiko and Sora's words continued to roll around her mind, though the meeting they had had was three days ago, the information still seemed fresh in her mind. Contra Mundi, the man or persons behind everything, or so it seemed, was the one responsible for everything that happened. He, or they, were responsible for the murder of Sora's family, and apparently seemed to have a connection to everything else that was happening. She sighed, slipping her hand away from her eyes in the process.

"Snow," she called out softly towards her familiar, smiling when he shook his feathers and landed near her bed. "What is on the agenda for today? Can I sleep in?" she muttered softly, half serious and half only joking. She couldn't understand the sudden fatigue that had come over her recently, however; she was still the school's prefect, and as such had a job to perform. She could hear Snow chuckle softly as she had just answered her own question subconsciously. She rolled her eyes as she shifted in her bed, pulling the covers off of her as she placed the balms of her feet against the cold floor. She smiled, wiggling her toes before standing and removing herself from her bed.

"If you are insistent enough, I am sure that the school will not notice one of its prefects slacking off on her duties," he replied as she pursed her lips together. "Or, would you rather dump all the responsibility on that friend of yours," he stated, his voice slightly raised to highlight the teasing tone beside the emphasized word. Asuka merely rolled her eyes again, a smile still on her face as she pushed open th door to her closet and disappeared inside of it. Once she reemerged, she was dressed in her uniform, the prefect band secured on her upper forearm. Satisfied that her uniform was in place, she glanced towards Snow and waved him over, allowing him to land on her arm as she stroked his feathers.

"What kind of friend would I be if I shirked all my duties on him, hm?" she stated. Snow chuckled at his master, shaking his head in the process. "Now go and see from above. The grounds will be covered for a bit, besides," she began, shoving Snow out the window in the process. "Sora-chan can't be left to shoulder all of the prefect responsibilities," she finished before leaving her room, closing the door behind her. Once she was settled, she began her rounds across the academy, the smile still playing at her lips in the process. She blinked a few times, canting her head to the side as she spotted a familiar face.

"Ana? Are you okay?" she stated, walking over towards the orange haired girl. As she stepped closer, she noticed a very visible mark on Anastasia's neck. It caused the smile on her face to falter deeply, and a hardened stare found its way to her face. She pursed her lips as tightly as she could before she addressed Anastasia once more. "Who did that?" she demanded more than stated. She didn't mean for it to come out that way, however; there was a hand print on Anastasia's neck, and she wanted to know who was responsible for it.