Saya chuckled at the perplexed look on Ranmaru's face when he had to twirl out of a running classmate's path. The classmate in question had seemed a little too enthusiastic to reach his assigned group, and almost had a collision with the Kiryū heir. He pursed his lips together, shaking his head as he fell behind her in step. Saya merely kept the smile on her face, searching for the pink haired Shirasagi vampire who had raised her hand earlier. She blinked at the spectacle before her. There, before her, the purple haired Hiō pureblood stood, creating a menacing aura around him, directed to a blonde human. Saya pursed her lips together in a frown, and folded her arms against her chest.
"Hiō," she spoke, her voice low and calm. He didn't have to intimidate the young girl—assuming she was even intimidated to begin with. She could hear Ranmaru behind her groaning, muttering something beneath his breath and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "You don't have the right nor status to speak like that to anyone. Not here—not anywhere on this campus. Things are different now," she spoke, a small hint of resolve behind her voice. To anyone else, she might have sounded a little bored, honestly. Things were different now, and had been for the last part of the century. She remembered small stories her mother used to tell her, about the world and how it used to be.
There wasn't much different than it was today, but she also knew that it was different in ways she didn't quite understand—at least in ways she couldn't. "Besides, we're here for fresh starts and new beginnings,". Man, she sounded just like her mother for a second, a thought that brought a deep frown to her face. She rubbed the sides of her temples, drowning out the sound of Ranmaru's chuckling behind her. "Might wanna re-word yourself there, princess," he spoke, a hint of something teasing laced behind his words. This earned him a swift slap on the back of his head, causing him to hiss and lurch forward.
"What the hell was that for?" he spoke, holding the back of his head as if there was some real damage done to it. Saya merely gave him a blank stare before returning it towards the small group. She studied the Shirasagi vampiress, watching with a mild curiosity as to why she was looking down. Was the floor really that interesting? She took a chance and glanced down herself, tilting her head much like a curious cat. There was nothing too interesting about it. The floor was what it was, a cherry wood color melded with soft birch. Lifting her gaze, she cleared her throat and offered a small smile.
"Well, I suppose proper introductions are in place. I am Kuran Saya and this is--"
"Kiryū Ranmaru," he interrupted, earning another slap to the back of his head, however; he caught the wrist aiming for him with a gentle ease, and flipped it around so that he held it against Saya's back. "The princess here, doesn't need to speak for me when I have a voice of my own, ne?" he spoke, his breath behind her ear, causing a faint blush to cross the young Kuran's face. She pulled her arm out of his grasp, rubbing it slightly as a smirk crossed his features.
"You're an asshole, you know that?" Saya simply stated as Ranmaru merely shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant fashion. "As I was saying," she continued, glaring at Ranmaru as if daring him to interrupt again. He did not, and simply yawned, sitting down in one of the empty chairs that surrounded them. "Ranmaru and I are the prefects of the school, which basically means we try to keep everyone from getting like mister hostile over here," she spoke, jabbing her thumb in the direction of the purple-haired pureblood. Ranmaru snorted, tipping his chair a little further back.
"Basically what princess is saying, 'don't mess up'. Honestly, I don't really care much for this, but," Ranmaru chided in, opening one eye to glance at the group. "She cares a great deal for it, so don't mess up," he concluded, closing his eyes again and leaning further back into his chair. Saya sighed, raised a hand as if to excuse herself, and walked closer to Ranmaru's chair, pushing softly on his forehead and watched in slight satisfaction as he tipped over. Satisfied, she smiled back to the rest of the group and waved.
It was just another day, after all.
"Hiō," she spoke, her voice low and calm. He didn't have to intimidate the young girl—assuming she was even intimidated to begin with. She could hear Ranmaru behind her groaning, muttering something beneath his breath and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "You don't have the right nor status to speak like that to anyone. Not here—not anywhere on this campus. Things are different now," she spoke, a small hint of resolve behind her voice. To anyone else, she might have sounded a little bored, honestly. Things were different now, and had been for the last part of the century. She remembered small stories her mother used to tell her, about the world and how it used to be.
There wasn't much different than it was today, but she also knew that it was different in ways she didn't quite understand—at least in ways she couldn't. "Besides, we're here for fresh starts and new beginnings,". Man, she sounded just like her mother for a second, a thought that brought a deep frown to her face. She rubbed the sides of her temples, drowning out the sound of Ranmaru's chuckling behind her. "Might wanna re-word yourself there, princess," he spoke, a hint of something teasing laced behind his words. This earned him a swift slap on the back of his head, causing him to hiss and lurch forward.
"What the hell was that for?" he spoke, holding the back of his head as if there was some real damage done to it. Saya merely gave him a blank stare before returning it towards the small group. She studied the Shirasagi vampiress, watching with a mild curiosity as to why she was looking down. Was the floor really that interesting? She took a chance and glanced down herself, tilting her head much like a curious cat. There was nothing too interesting about it. The floor was what it was, a cherry wood color melded with soft birch. Lifting her gaze, she cleared her throat and offered a small smile.
"Well, I suppose proper introductions are in place. I am Kuran Saya and this is--"
"Kiryū Ranmaru," he interrupted, earning another slap to the back of his head, however; he caught the wrist aiming for him with a gentle ease, and flipped it around so that he held it against Saya's back. "The princess here, doesn't need to speak for me when I have a voice of my own, ne?" he spoke, his breath behind her ear, causing a faint blush to cross the young Kuran's face. She pulled her arm out of his grasp, rubbing it slightly as a smirk crossed his features.
"You're an asshole, you know that?" Saya simply stated as Ranmaru merely shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant fashion. "As I was saying," she continued, glaring at Ranmaru as if daring him to interrupt again. He did not, and simply yawned, sitting down in one of the empty chairs that surrounded them. "Ranmaru and I are the prefects of the school, which basically means we try to keep everyone from getting like mister hostile over here," she spoke, jabbing her thumb in the direction of the purple-haired pureblood. Ranmaru snorted, tipping his chair a little further back.
"Basically what princess is saying, 'don't mess up'. Honestly, I don't really care much for this, but," Ranmaru chided in, opening one eye to glance at the group. "She cares a great deal for it, so don't mess up," he concluded, closing his eyes again and leaning further back into his chair. Saya sighed, raised a hand as if to excuse herself, and walked closer to Ranmaru's chair, pushing softly on his forehead and watched in slight satisfaction as he tipped over. Satisfied, she smiled back to the rest of the group and waved.
It was just another day, after all.