August Akiyama's Story

Erim was tired. Truthfully, this was nothing new. The boy was constantly groggy, and, not to mention lethargic. Physical Education hated the Incubus just as much as aforementioned creature hated it. Even so, the promise of decent food in his belly was extremely tempting and, above all, arduous. The Nikaido's purple haired partner was most frustrating to deal with in the morning, what with the gaggle of screaming fangirls parading around the respective duo like an ''All You Can Eat'' meat buffet. August was meat; dead meat.

Things were different now that the full time supernatural creatures and part time students of Aurem Academy had merged with the infamously boring Metim. Though the blond had nothing against the educators or their corresponding mundane pupils, he couldn't help but secretly loathe the very fact that their temporary school was full of ''ignorant mortals.'' Being, well, immortal was as easy as breathing air whilst in or simply near Aurem. It was challenging to give up such lenience, even if it was short-term. Not to mention, the mere thought of that damned Akiyama gaining even more admirers had the shorter positively gagging.

Resting a particular sleepy head on its possessor's palm, Erim yawned quietly, honey coloured hues watering ever-so-slightly all the while. The musician had been waiting for his topical pea-brained companion to actually show up to his own partial ''welcome party.'' Nukpana and Gwendoline who'd, fortunately, sat across from the ebbed tiny male appeared just as unperturbed as the latter when it came to the rather grueling ceremony. Nonetheless, the breakfast presented to the...otherworldly bunch was edible; enough to leave Erim licking sharp canines in distinct satisfaction.

The obviously habitual and familiar chattering of students across the notably vast ''dining hall'' (seriously, why not just call it a cafeteria? that's not nearly as pretentious as the dubbed latter title) was nice and obnoxious in the foreigner's ears. That in mind, Nikaido couldn't help the small tug of something like a fond smile pull at the corners of plush flesh. The elder was so painfully melancholy he could almost taste it on himself.

''I hope everyone is prepared for when that brat arrives...''

It wasn't as though Erim necessarily hated humans; in fact, they weren't as awful as the latter's kind besmirched and demonized to be. The blond had no qualms with anyone, really ( well, excluding the purple haired, self-proclaimed ''Erim-octopus!'' ). Even so, the elder wasn't exactly..skilled in the art of socialization. Growing up with a spiffy mother that sipped curdled blood like it burned going down - not to mention a rather loathsomely perverted father who sat on a throne of his own bones - was, well, nonnative. The short creature's mother had been, understandably, shunned by her entire bloodline the moment she set her ''seductive hues'' on the likes of the Nikaido's father. Living in a world so spiteful made the incubus incredibly numb to mortals in their entirety.

Nonetheless, Erim can't help the tiny sigh push past plush lips at the mere thought of being carted around by some scrawny child who payed more attention to the male latter's notably sharp canines than the task at hand. Really, though; have those seemingly scarred kids truly seen it all? Nukpana's dentist was probably someone - and or something akin to a dental deity. Hopefully they didn't have meaty, bite-sized fingers.

The headmaster of Aurae was a force to be reckoned with; Hell, the man scared inconsolable creatures of the night. The fact that aforementioned authority had formed an alliance with the headmistress of such a normally prestigious school was extremely ironic; enough to make the Nikaido chuckle under his breath. Even so, the male wasn't that disrespectful, especially when it came to the illusive deliverance her ; their students were to endure.

''Eri-chan? I'm too afraid to go up there by myself!! What if I get another barbarian for a partner?!'' the shrill, infamous whine practically ringing in the topical honey irised male's eardrum was enough to render anybody deaf, even the speaker themself. That said, the Nikaido can't help the sharp pang of brooding concern bubble up in his chest, sharp hues trained on chattering Aurea and Metim alike. Really, what was headmaster thinking, letting such reclusive immortals practically eat out of a plethora weak-willed mammal's hands? With the way things were headed, it would either result in mass bloodbath, or much worse. ''Do I even have a choice?''

After headache-inducing overdramatized navigating through the never-ending sea of students, the male duo had finally made it to their set destination. Truthfully, the composer was quite fond of his purple haired companion ( something he would never admit aloud, thank you very much ), and the fact that he could very well be handed off to some warrior-wannabee was enough to make his stomach flip ever-so slightly. The incubus truly hoped their directors were capable of handing such an unorthodox situation.

Spit like sand in his throat, Erim swallowed heavy, light hues trained on the schedule neatly presented to him. The girl waving stated paper around obnoxiously had nails long enough to poke the older adolescent's eyeballs out in one go, digits coated in shimmery turquoise polish. The stuttering, however, made her sound like a squirrel. Was she human? Nonetheless, the Nikaido all but exhales extremely unconfidently, retinas darting waveringly at the cursive script actually mocking him.

''Mellifera Ula?''