Amaya’s face flushed in embarrassment as Shike patted her head like a dog. She watched him leave, on the verge of fuming. “D-Don’t touch me you asshole~” she shouted after him, tripping over her words like a lost child. Frustrated at his treatment of her, she stalked in the opposite direction to patrol elsewhere. It wasn’t as if she didn’t like Shikeio – he seemed like a decent guy, though there was something wrong about him. She probably wouldn’t have noticed had she not been told about her father’s vampiric heritage, but whenever she was around Shike her skin crawled, her blood boiled. It was a strange sensation and a mysterious one at that.

The prefect stopped in the middle of the brush, a harsh sigh escaping her. “Whoever is hiding behind the bushes better come out right now,” she commanded, amber eyes blank but eyebrows narrowed.

The person shifted in their position, making it impossible for her to see whoever it was.

“Okay, really?” she snorted and stomped towards them. “That isn’t going to help you very—“ May’s words cut off. There was no-one behind the bush. Evidence that a person had resided there was present, but the person itself was missing. They hadn’t rushed off; she wouldn’t have heard them. So… who had it been? Or… what had it been?

There had to be someone in the school grounds who wasn’t supposed to be there. The blonde blew her fringe from her eyes and swirled around, marching back towards where she’d came. She had to tell the other prefects of this development; an unauthorized person could possibly be hiding on campus. It hadn’t happened before but once and that person had turned out to be a family member of one of the students who’d gotten lost. But avoiding her when she’d called out to them? What kind of person was lurking around here?

Someone suddenly pushed her, sending Amaya flying forwards. In the process of falling, she whipped out her ani-vampire gun and rolled to the side, causing her to land on her back with the gun facing where she’d been standing. Nobody was there. Nobody.

Gritting her teeth, the prefect stood and brushed herself off. Her shoulder felt tender, scraped. She unbuttoned her jacket to inspect it – minor scrape-age, a little bleeding but no big deal. Indifferent, she wiped the blood with her hand, slipped back into her jacket, and headed back towards Shike.

Keicha chuckled loudly, smiling brightly at the boy. "Oh please, you don't really think I'm blind do you? And you look pretty cute with your mouth open like that. But honestly, you're going to catch mosquitoes." She smirked cheerfully at the boy, picking herself up off the ground and stretching softly. "Two today, huh? You know that that doesn't help my view on you prefects, right? If your assistants are going to sleep in, why should I have any better thoughts about you? Besides, I did just call the day class girls prissy brats, no? You shouldn't take things that seriously...." She put her now wrapped index finger to her lip, talking lightly.

"Besides, there are many ways to keep them in order instead of using yourselves as human meat shields." She giggled gently, smiling at him with her eyes closed and her hands folded together behind her back, leaning forward ever so slightly. "And how did you know I was out here. You said hunting, I thought you just said that you were out to keep an eye on the Night Class boy. And I was just making a theory, no need to swear about... Daisuke was it?"

Mouse made a small hiss, growling at the prefect boy who talked so harshly to Keicha. He growled, his fangs bared as he stood warily by the girl. Keicha merely ignored him. "Who, me? Why, I would never." She spoke about him referring that she wouldn't go back to the dorms. She chuckled, turning around a putting forward a stiff leg, her hands still folded behind her back as she stepped forward, swaying just slightly before walking normally. "The name's Keicha, by the way. It might help the impressions if you'd bother to know our names instead of a number or 'Day Class Bitch'." She turned back to him as she moved forward, speaking thoughtfully. The ermine followed closely by the girl before disappearing back into the woods. "If you'd like my respect, which, by the way, would probably make me behave better, you should treat me better, even if I do constantly break the rules." She flashed him a soft smile before turning her attention to where she was going, glancing up occasionally and watching the beautiful night sky. She hummed childishly to herself as she went, trying to ignore the sour-sport behind her.

"I think you're way too stressed out about this stuff. Why not unwind a bit? I mean, I know your job is pretty hard. Like I said, I'm not blind." She stopped, turning back and walking towards him, reaching out and grabbing his hand with her own bandaged one, dragging him a bit forcefully along down a different path; she was only guiding him, trying to take him down a much less shrub-infested route. And perhaps something else.

Yuri stood for another moment, gazing after the other class before he shook his head, beginning to walk back to the Sun dorms again. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself– that Night Class truly had charm if they could even put him into a state of awe, brief and odd as it was. To be completely honest, it took a lot of restraint on his part to keep from running up straight past the prefects and starting up conversation with one of them. "How ridiculous of me," he thought, "I'm beginning to think like one of their squealing fangirls."

Frowning a bit, Yuri looked up at the other Day students around him. Surely one of them could distract him for a bit while he made his way back to the dorm. While most people who knew him were aware of his rapidly changing personality and mood swings, he hadn't bothered with any of them much– he had no reason to. With that said, he was no more than acquaintances with any of his classmates. 

Finally, his eyes landed on a single piece of fabric around someone's arm– the band that all the prefects wore. The corners of Yuri's mouth curled up in the slightest as he picked up his pace a bit, until he was walking alongside the girl. He clasped his hands behind his back, inclining his head slightly. 

"Aren't you a little far from your post, pup?" He quirked an eyebrow, smile not faltering. Yuri always told himself that the prefects reminded him of dogs, not in the insulting sense, but rather the way they guarded the Night Class, herding them like sheep, barking out orders to the fleeting Day Class girls. 

And... maybe there was just a bit of insult in it, considering the boy's dislike for canines. "It looked like your companions were lacking a bit..." He trailed off, turning his head forward again and sticking his hands into his pockets. He'd barely noticed the fact that everyone seemed a bit unsettled, but he passed it off as nothing. 

Shikeio
"Two today, huh? You know that that doesn't help my view on you prefects, right? If you're assistants are going to sleep in, why should I have any better thoughts about you? Besides, I did just call the day class girls prissy brats, no? You shouldn't take things that seriously...." Inside, Shikeio was sputtering, piecing together everything he wanted to clear up to this... he didn't even know what to call her anymore. He was considering "That-Girl-That-Has-No-Fucking-Idea-What-She's-Talking-About", but that was too long. 

And what do you know? She kept talking. "Besides, there are many ways to keep them in order instead of using yourselves as human meat shields." Yes, of course. How silly of me. Please, do demonstrate. "And how did you know I was out here. You said hunting, I thought you jsut said that you were out to keep an eye on the Night Class boy. And I was just making a theory, no need to swear about... Daisuke was it?" He ran his hand through his rather spiky dark hair, then shoved his hands back into his pockets. He was stressed out. This was normal. He was prone to stress. He tried to keep his mind on other things. Like, what was this girl's name. Then, he scrapped that. His mind wandered to other things, like how he was going to respond to all this...

 "The name's Keicha, by the way. It might help the impressions if you'd bother to know our names instead of a number or 'Day Class Bitch'." His sharp eyes caught sight of a creature shifting about in the undergrowth. He presumed it belonged to her. "If you'd like my respect, which, by the way, would probably make me behave better, you should treat me better, even if I do constantly break the rules." His mind was a flurry of sharp responses that would go unsaid. 

"I think you're way too stressed out about this stuff. Why not unwind a bit? I mean, I know your job is pretty hard. Like I said, I'm not blind." She grabbed his hand, right out of his pocket, and started more or less drag him down a clearer path. Taking in what she said, he realized that this girl, Keicha, was right. He was wired. God, all he wanted to do was lay the fuck down. But, sleep deprivation was normal in the life of a Cross Academy prefect. 

"Aren't you a little far from your post, pup?"

Kiiro flinched a little at the sound of a voice next to her. She hadn't even noticed someone had started walking next to her. She looked over and noticed by the uniform that it was one of the Day Class students. Did he just call me pup? She thought to herself, feeling a little irritated at the little gesture.

"It looked like your companions were lacking a bit..."

The boy moved his hands from behind his back to his front pockets. It didn't sound like he had finished that last sentence and that bugged Kiiro, but she didn't bother thinking about it at the moment. "I'm not a 'pup' for your information and secondly, you don't understand how troublesome it is to keep those dumb girls from trampling the Night students. I was uhm, not there because I was busy doing something." She wasn't about to mention that she hadn't been there to help out because she'd fallen asleep under a tree. "Anyway I'm off to finish some paperwork and I'm at least glad to see that one of the Day students know where they're supposed to be." She said, giving the boy a small smile. Her voice was as firm as usual but she hoped the smile would make it look like she wasn't trying to be too demanding. At the moment she just wanted to know whether the trouble earlier had been taken care of or not. It drove her crazy not knowing right now even though she knew she'd be able to ask about it later. "Anyway, I'm prefect Kiiro Kimura." She introduced herself, though most of the Day class students already knew the names of all the prefects, she found it reasonable to introduce yourself around someone you hadn't officially met before. She pulled the dumdum sucker stick out of her mouth and tossed it over the side of the bridge, only to pull another one out of her pocket, unfurling the wrapper to reveal a little blue ball, and stuck the sucker into her mouth after disposing the wrapper back into her pocket.

Masaru took up a seat at the back of the classroom, utterly motionless as he watched his subordinates trickle in one-by-one. His lips quirked up in a quiet smile as they gathered in pairs and small groups, some apologizing for their late arrival, some nodding their recognition of him, some ignoring him completely. All of it was fine with Masaru - he required no recognition, so long as they obeyed him, and so long as none of them caused serious troubles on campus. He would not have Cross Academy's mission compromised by a vampire with no self-control. Every one of these students knew Masaru's punishments. Feared them. As a Pureblood was meant to be feared.

He hooked one leg lightly over the other, leaning against the criss-crossing panes of the window so that he could keep one deep brown eye on the grounds beyond the classrooms. The scent of blood was abundant today, leaking through his consciousness from several sources. That was bound go make his Night Class restless, and Masaru was rather impressed by the number of students that had ignored it and come to class, as was expected of them. The Ondo family name was good for something, at least, in spite of the rash actions of his honor-broken father. His family still held power. All they'd had to do was disown the man...

The strengthening of the blood-scent broke Masaru's train of thought. He looked up slowly, focusing on the young vampire who walked through the door, blood on her arm. Her scent was appetizing, to say the least. Masaru had smelled it frequently in his time here, often freed by the slice of his lethal fangs. Faudi, always in trouble. She'd gone and gotten herself injured again. And in a place she could not reach, no less. Masaru laughed quietly to himself, shook his head. Silly girl... but all the better for him. His thirst was sharper today than it usually was. He leaned forwards, away from the window, and beckoned lightly to her.

"Faudi," he called out, and though he spoke softly, the room fell silent to listen. The pause was brief - the other students soon realized he was speaking only to her, and returned to their conversations. "Come here."

Keicha
The girl rolled her eyes, clucking with disappointment at him. "You haven't answered a single one of my questions." Her left eyebrow rose, and a smirk pulled at one corner of her lips a bit. Nope, you're not quite off the hook. Seems one of our own prefects are a vampire. Or some half-breed thing. She thought to herself quietly.

She paused, suddenly feeling at her hip. "Oh, it seems I've forgotten something. I'll be right back." She smiled sweetly at him, letting go of his arm and heading back to the willow tree. She smirked softly, looking back towards where she had gone. "What a noob." She muttered softly, picking up a small gold chain before heading back her own way, leaving the boy there to wait for awhile before he made the connection. She yawned, quietly slipping through the branches more carefully before coming out onto the Sun Dorm yards.

Faudi
Faudi's head immediately shot up as she heard her name called. She frowned, already having a feeling as to what the Head was going to ask. A sigh escaped her lips, and she quickly made her way up the steps and settled down next to him, a tiny pout on her face. "Yes, Masaru?" She spoke clearly but softly, her green eyes shining with innocence.

With another frown, she looked down at her elbow, the blood still trickling. "It just isn't fair. Why do our bodies have to be made so that we can't reach our elbows with our mouths?"

Shikeio
"Oh, it seems I've forgotten something. I'll be right back." Keicha pulled some kind of "sweet, innocent smile" that kind of made him want to puke. How fake could you get? As she disappeared into the trees, Shikeio sighed and shook his head. He might've been pretty dense, but he wasn't a complete idiot. He knew when he was being ditched. Frankly, his first idea was to go find Amaya. Screw this bitch. He didn't need this. But his "prefect instincts" wouldn't let him. So, he sighed again and counted in his head. One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Oh fuck this. And with that, he launched himself into the trees after her. 

It took him a few seconds to realize he'd just passed her, though. 

He stopped on his heels and turned around, using his sharp eyes to locate her again. She was walking in another direction. Towards the Sun Dorm. How convenient. At least he knew where she was going. So, he took off in that direction, far enough away so that she couldn't feel the breeze he made or see him when he paused, but close enough so that he knew where she was. Soon, he grew tired of this, and he had an idea. Might as well. He shot ahead, and in a manner of seconds he found himself stumbling to a halt near the Sum Dorm. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited. If she asked how he'd gotten here before her, he'd say that he knew where she was going and decided to take a shortcut. Yeah. That sounded good. And if she didn't show in five minutes, he'd leave. Simple. 

Lo and behold, not four minutes later, who did he see? Keicha. He greeted her with a grin upon his face. "You know, last time I heard someone say they'd 'forgot something', he ended up in the woods. So, go figure. But at least you're back." He began to walk off, before turning his head and saying as parting words, "And that was a very fucking funny joke. Hi-fucking-larious." With that, he left her, going to find Amaya. 

Haru
He sat in the back of the classroom as usual, in the corner by the wall opposite the windows. He looked up at the ceiling, off in his own world. He was thinking about his half-solved Dia-Cube. It had been a gift from his sister years ago. Ever since, he'd try to solve it every so often. He really wanted to try now, but he'd left it on his bed. So, he tried to remember what colors were where and come up with a strategy. So, I'll move the red to the right, and slide the green row down, but then I'd have to move the white so that the red side can get completed, but that would mess up the yellow side...

He leaned his head on his arms, pretty much oblivious to his surroundings, lost in deep thought. 

God this day. Or night. What the hell, who cared? Could this day get any worse? Amaya trotted quietly through the underbrush, amber eyes peeled for any more movement. Tonight seemed to be lively with trouble and she felt as though nothing was going right. Out of habit of messing with her hair when frustrated, she found that she’d ruined her braided hair. A sigh upon her lips, she let her hair down, sifting her fingers through it carefully.

Whatever had pushed her wasn’t showing its face – that was only puzzling her further. As crazy as it sounded, it was safer for an intruder to be bothering her; that way the other students wouldn’t be brought into the mess. Her mind flickered back to reality at the sound of the bushes moving. This time it was obviously a student, she could see the girl clearly in the moonlight.

“Head back to class,” May hissed, glaring amber daggers at the girl. “Don’t make this worse for yourself.”

“Yes! Sorry May-chan!” the flustered and embarrassed student raced off back down the trail.

“Yeah . Whatever.” Amaya followed the girl down the trail until she could see that she’d made it safely back to the dorm. Truthfully, at what point in a human’s life did they decide that sneaking out of your dorm to go spy on other students was a good idea? She continued alone by herself, mind blank of thoughts. She didn’t really feel like thinking. The more she thought the more she exhausted herself.

The blonde came upon one of the fountains in the forest near the sun dorm. After pulling out a handkerchief from her pocket, she removed the jacket, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her white dress shirt, and examined the wound on her shoulder.

“Damn forest,” she muttered. She wet the handkerchief with minimal water – she knew the fountain water wasn’t the cleanest, but she didn’t want to have to go all the way back to her dorm – and proceeded to attempt to clean the wound, though the location wasn’t exactly helping her.

Through the trees came a voice from the direction of the sun dorm (a particular voice at that). Amaya glanced back, pursing her lips. “Shike, come help me,” she called, hoping he’d hear her. “I have something to report.” Intruder. Damn. This only piled up on the work they’d have to do.

Masaru leaned forwards over his knees as Faudi drew close to him. He reached out absentmindedly, taking up her injured arm and peering at the wound. It took a short while for his eyes to wander up from the brilliant scarlet to meet hers. He flicked her a smile.
"We would look rather funny with our elbows anywhere else, would we not?" he asked evenly. He pulled Faudi gently close to him. "Let me see... How did you manage to hurt yourself, Rens-san?"

He did not pause to wait for her response, more than capable of listening while he cared for her wound. He leaned down gently and lapped up the blood. It was only his right, as Pureblood and Dorm Head, to drink of the other vampires. He did not do it often, and the majority of the time, when he did, he had been actively invited to do so. Times like this - when one of his vampires was injured and could not take care of the wound for themselves - were exceptions to that rule. He did not in any way regret that exception. Faudi's blood was quite sweet.
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Sadako had not wanted to return to her dorms. It was not that she wanted to stalk the Night Class, really - most of them had retreated to the classrooms now, and were so inaccessible. Instead, she did not wish to return to her room. Spending all day, every day indoors, with her friends always so busy they could not do anything together, was not the way she wanted to live. Occasionally, she would sneak out onto the grounds at night, explore them through the eyes of the Night Class.

She had yet to be caught. But then, she only did it every couple of weeks.

Tonight had been the night, she decided, to take a walk on the forbidden side of life. As such, she wandered through the wooded campus, comfortable with the night-time silence. Waiting for something, anything, to happen.

"I'm not a 'pup' for your information and secondly, you don't understand how troublesome it is to keep those dumb girls from trampling the Night students. I was uhm, not there because I was busy doing something. Anyway I'm off to finish some paperwork and I'm at least glad to see that one of the Day students know where they're supposed to be."

Yuri gave the girl a sidelong glance for a moment before he let out a silent chuckle. "Of course– I don't see how those girls have enough energy to pester the Night Class for so long." He knew he was being a bit of a hypocrite, seeing as he usually stayed up far longer than the others in his dorm. He could easily lose track of time sitting by his window, whether he was writing, reading or just... staring. "...I suppose I can tell what drives them to do it, though." Yuri thought back to several minutes prior when he looked on to the other students, getting several glances at them from between their swarming fans. Beautiful, mysterious, perfect, as if they were actors in a movie

Yuri watched the shorter girl as she introduced herself. He vaguely recognized the name, having heard it so often due to her being a prefect. "Yuri Hitoame. Pleased to meet you." He gave another short look over at Kiiro as she unwrapped her candy, and wondered exactly how many she was carrying if she could immediately replace the one she'd finished. 

Keicha

Keicha pouted, putting on hand on her hip and the other out for him. The small gold chain dangled from her fingers. "Well, I wasn't lying when I said I lost something, jerk." She then frowned, looking past him into the other side of the grounds of the Sun territory. "And it isn't my fault that poor little Mouse ran off to get himself into trouble. OI, GET AWAY FROM THAT!" She called to the ermine, who, in turn, looked up at her and wriggled its nose. "So it might be best if you didn't swear at me for such things. Animals are quite hard to contain." She crossed her arms, her nostrils flaring softly at the boy. "So bite me." She made a small gesture, clenching her index finger and middle finger like fangs and putting them up to her mouth. Her cheek was still bleeding a bit, and she wiped her wrapped hand across it, causing it to smudge and seep.

"Meat shield." She spat at him, trying to sneak up on Mouse so he wouldn't scamper off again.

Faudi

Faudi winced slightly, though put up no defense as he shifted herself to him. "Guess so. But they didn't have to be so close yet so far!" She watched him jealously as he licked her own blood off of her; something she couldn't do herself. Fawn then let out a sigh, giving up on the act. "Well, I kind of lost my footing and fell over." She glanced over at Eizzac before turning back to the Head. "I honestly didn't think the wound would be that bad, but I guess I took off quite a bit of skin."

A gently frown caressed her lips, and her gaze flickered up to the night sky.

"Of course– I don't see how those girls have enough energy to pester the Night Class for so long. I suppose I can tell what drives them to do it, though."

Kiiro pulled the sucker out of her mouth for a moment for a short laugh. "It's called teenage hormones. Gives us girls super human energy!" She said jokingly, glancing over at the boy as they came to the end of the bridge. By now she figured the other prefect would be out patrolling while she still had that paperwork to do. If she hadn't run into this Day Class student she'd probably already be in Amaya's dorm looking for the papers. Sure nice of Mr. Cross to give us the work..isn't he the Principle? She unwillingly let out a small sigh and tilted her head up to the night sky. The Night Class students would be in class by now and Yuri, as he just introduced himself, should probably be in his dorm this late but since she was with him it didn't seem like such a bad thing. She was actually enjoying the company at the moment. "It's pleased to meet you too Yuri. Anyway, you know right now you probably shouldn't be out of your dorm. It's way pat curfew and it's supposed to be my job to keep you Day Class students indoors at night." She let out another sigh as they approached the building which was the Sun Dorm, wondering how many of the girls had already sneaked out to try to get a peek at the Night Class students already. Most of them knew there place and didn't bother lingering around, but then there were those few who just didn't know how to follow the rules.

Such a pain. It would be so much easier on us if they put alarms or something on the dorms at night. That way we would be able to get a good nights sleep. It might be easy for me to keep up my grades and such even with this night job, but what about the other prefects.. With a quick crunch she bit the last of the sucker off the stick and pulled it out of her mouth. Now that she didn't have the water to toss it into, she didn't really have anywhere to put it. Pulling the wrapping of one of the suckers out of her pocket, she rolled it around the end of the stick and stuffed it into the opposite pocket. She kept a blank expression on her face as she reached in and pulled another dumdum out of her right pocket, this time cherry flavored, unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth. "Do vu ewsaly" She pulled the sucker out of her mouth for a moment, "-usually stay out of your dorm this late? What were you doing out anyway?" She questioned before sticking the sucker back into her mouth as they neared the front entrance.

Shikeio
He caught the girl's parting words and met them with a dismal laugh of his own. Whatever. It didn't matter to him. Screw her. He whistled and walked off to go meet back up with Amaya.

At last, he caught sight of Amaya. She didn’t seem too happy though. She looked… peeved. He mentally shrugged. What else was new? He stopped a few meters from her and stuck his hands in his pockets as usual, waiting for her to say something. “Shike, come help me,” she called out to him, not sounding quite as angry as he thought she was. “I have something to report.” Shikeio raised an eyebrow, walking over to her and then leaning against the fountain in a casual fashion. “Oh really? What is it, May May? I’m dying to know.” And for once, he wasn’t being sarcastic. He really wanted to know. Despite the fact that he was dog tired, anything vaguely interesting got him hyped. “Is it super-duper life-and-death important? That shoulder doesn't look to good, but I'm guessing you have something more important to say. Come on, you’re killing me, May May.” He gave a small laugh. Wow, he was tired. The thing that surprised him was that he was tired already. Gosh, the night was so young. He berated himself for being such a pansy. It wasn’t like him to feel so drained so early in the evening. It was making him a little loopy. Wow... loopiness didn’t feel so good.

He pressed a hand to his forehead as they stood there. He gave a low laugh that resonated in his throat. It didn’t even escape his lips. It was a purely vocal chuckle. Was he going crazy or what? He shook his head. He wasn’t going crazy. That was bullshit. Bullshit. He was bored. Duh. He looked up. It was dark above, but on the horizon, Shikeio still detected a faint whif of pink. It was weird, the things he noticed when he was bored. Of course, there weren’t a lot of things that went unnoticed by Shikeio, though he was rather dense. He turned his lazy gaze back to Amaya. Had she always been that short...?

God he was fucking annoying. May May this, May May that; sometimes she just wanted to shove a pole up his-- it wouldn't be worth it. But part of her liked his playful personality. As hard as it was for them to get along, he never failed to amuse her. Then again, maybe the reason she could stand him was her curiosity. Something was different about him. For all the time she'd known him, she'd always felt as if she was one step away from understanding something about him that he hadn't shared with her. But every instance she'd gotten to ask him about it, she felt as if that one step was stepping into dangerous territory.

“Is it super-duper life-and-death important?" Shikeio was continuing, "Come on, you’re killing me, May May.”

"Can you shut your mouth for just one second so I can talk?" Amaya whined, frowning lightly at him. She shoved the wet handkerchief into his hand and turned her back to him. "Clean that will you?" She pulled her hair out of the way of her scraped shoulder, glancing back at him as she did.

Was he... alright? It felt as if he'd dealt with a little too much for one night. And the way he was looking at her... "If you're thinking about our height difference, Shike, I swear I'll rip out your spine and beat you will it."

The blonde sighed then and turned her amber gaze away from him, face serious. Her eyes locked onto the fountain, watching the water with a calm expression in her eyes. "Someone attacked me," she said slowly. "In the woods a little bit ago. An intruder, I guess, but I don't know who or what they are. They're so fast that I couldn't even get a look at them." Amaya's hand briefly lifted to touch her injured shoulder but she forced her hand away before touching the tender skin. "I'm going to go tell Masaru about it. I don't think its smart to wait until classes are over."

Masaru breathed deeply, taking in the blood. It had been far too long since he'd actually fed. Granted, he'd never in his life drunk of a human, but back home he had always had servants and other low-ranking vampires willing, even eager, to make a 'donation', as his mother had called it. There was less of that, here. He was fine with that - he could live off blood tablets as well as the next vampire, if not better. Still, it was a nice treat, once in a while, to feed off of another. Even if it was simple to clean and seal a wound.

He was done too quickly. Silently, Masaru drew back, leaned against the window and listened to Faudi with the sort of patience only an eternal could have.
"You should be more careful," he told her evenly, though he did not believe for an instant that she had truly just 'fallen'. "We don't want anyone getting hurt here." Masaru ran his tongue slowly across his lips, sweeping up any linger flavor. He had always had a taste for the blood of a vampiress. "There has been too much of that already, tonight. Too much blood scent."

It was a little-known fact - Masaru hated smelling multiple types of blood at once. It prevented him from sorting out the delicate details of any one blood-scent, when multiple people suffered injuries at a time. He enjoyed finding the subtle differences, the subtle variations in a person's flavor.
The scent of too much vampire blood at once also bore difficult memories for him, but he was not about to start thinking about that. Not tonight. Things were already too chaotic to have the resident Pureblood out of commission on top of it all.

"Tell me," Masaru whispered, focusing again on Faudi. He had been distant, for a moment, staring at nothing. It was something he did often enough - the vampires here were used to him becoming absorbed in his thoughts. "Where is Hanone-san? Have you seen him?"

A simple smile flickered across Faudi's features, and she rested her now clean elbow against the bench. "Thanks. Besides, the Prefects do a pretty sucky job at containing all of the day class students. Plus I really don't think that they do their hardest. You saw that there were only two there this morning. So it really isn't much of a surprise that there was so much of that scent. They really aren't careful enough, and they're so, so violent. I mean, I know it's to our benefit but still."

She tilted her head up, her red hair shifting off of her shoulder and revealing her neck more prominently as she watched the clouds move and hide the stars for a few moments. "Speaking of the prefects." She lowered her voice quite a bit. "What are we going to be doing about Shikeio? I mean, it's only a matter of time before he turns into a level E. You're always so keen on keeping everyone safe. And it's such a waste of perfectly good blood if I'm not allowed to do anything with him." She rested her head on her fist, then smirked playfully at the Head. "Just kidding. Well, sort of. But you get where I'm coming from, right?" Her eyes flickered to meet his gaze fleetingly, enjoying the darkness of the lighting surrounding them.

"And as for Han-chan, I'm certain he's around here somewhere, taking care of something or other. That's what you two do, no?" Her thoughts were momentarily distracted, her eyes sort of distant for a split second before refocusing.

"It's called teenage hormones. Gives us girls super human energy!"

A soft laugh passed through Yuri's lips, though it quickly turned into a childish pout when curfew was mentioned. Without tilting his head, he looked up at the sky. When he left class, the sun had been peeking over the horizon."Have I really wasted that much time?" It wasn't normal for him to be so airy and slow. Maybe the small amounts of sleep he got was finally getting to him. He thought about it for a moment, considering whether or not he should go about his usual routine tonight. "But the sky is so clear tonight..." His face contorted, maybe putting a little too much thought into this. He'd likely end up passing out on the window sill and missing his alarm if he were to stay up. That may be just what he needed, though, a day off from class.

Yuri let out a sigh, giving Kiiro an odd look as she finished and replaced yet another one of her lollipops. "Do vu ewsaly-... usually stay out of your dorm this late? What were you doing out anyway?"

"Ah, well... not really. I'm usually in my room a lot earlier. I guess I just lagged behind a bit... or rather, a lot." Yuri absentmindedly began twirling a strand of his hair as they drew closer to the entrance. He turned his head back to Kiiro, giving her another of his haughty smirks. "You know, you'll get a cavity if you eat too many of those. That's your, what, third since we've been walking?" He turned his head back, hair falling around his shoulders, and tsked at her. He really didn't have much room to speak, seeing as he often indulged in many more nightly sweets than he should. Chocolates, mochi, and many other things that were terrible for his health. It was a wonder that he was still so slim. Sprinting across campus in the morning after waking up late likely helped somehow, though it left him coughing and panting once he reached the main building.

Masaru nodded silently, considering Faudi's words. As usual, it took him a while to respond - except in emergencies, he liked to consider the consequences of what he was about to say before saying it. He avoided a lot of nasty conflicts that way.

"We will see what happens, with Shikeio," he whispered, brushing a strand of dark hair out of his face. He glanced out onto the grounds once more, watching the trees sway in the breeze. The prefects were out there, somewhere, likely rounding up Day Class fan-girls who had strayed from their normal path. Humans could be foolish sometimes, no matter how fascinating they were to watch, to raise. Perhaps it had something to do with their utter lack of experience. When eighty years was old, a species did not get the chance to learn very much.

And yet... sometimes Masaru thought it might force them to learn more. His own kind, it seemed, had grown stagnant. Too comfortable. With a quiet sigh, Masaru returned to the conversation.

"The boy will become a problem, soon enough," he observed. "We will deal with him then. For now, let him exist as he is happy to exist. He will only become more dangerous in a situation where he is not comfortable."

The conversation came to a close - as usual, Masaru ignored Faudi's jokes about dealing with the prefect. He felt it was better not to let her get a rise out of him. If even the resident Pureblood argued with her, fed into her attempts, nothing would ever get the mischievous girl to stop. That simply would not do. He did need to be able to control her from time to time. As such, rather than rebuking her for her suggestions, he continued onto the next subject.

"That is most certainly what we do, Hanone and I," he murmured, giving her a small, quiet smile. "Unfortunately, the job becomes increasingly more difficult."

Kiiro stopped at the entrance to the Sun Dorm. Though sitting down and going through some paperwork might've sounded kind of tempting, she'd rather be out patrolling. It was a beautiful night; nice and warm, clear sky, bright stars, a slight breeze that would ruffle through the forest trees that surrounded the academy. A truly nice night. It didn't seem right to sit it out. Of course, she couldn't really complain. Then again it wasn't all that her fault for dozing off. The prefects hardly ever got any sleep and she strictly avoided falling asleep in class to make sure she didn't fall behind.

"You know, you'll get a cavity if you eat too many of those. That's your, what, third since we've been walking?"

Kiiro blinked as her thoughts were broken by Yuri's voice. She'd hardly heard the answer he had given her to her first question. Turning her head slightly to the side to glance at him, she noticed the blonde boy was smirking a little as he mentioned her getting cavities from her suckers. A small irritated blush flushed over her cheeks and she pulled the sucker out of her mouth. How dare he suggest my sweets would betray me like that! she thought to herself angrily. "hmph, for your information I take very good care of my teeth! And so what if it's my third?" She bit down on the blue ball and it cracked into pieces. She chewed the sweet pieces loudly, turning her head back away from Yuri as she shoved the empty stick into the pocket along with the other from before. She quickly swallowed and pulled out two more suckers, leaving one more in her pocket, and unwrapped them to reveal a green and pink ball before shoving them both into her mouth, keeping a hold of both of the white sticks with her right hand and placing the other on her hip.

Faudi
Faudi pouted, crossing her arms and sticking her tongue out between her fangs. "Mleh, fine. But I still think it's a waste of perfectly good blood. He'll never last long, that's why I brought it up. And... Masaru, you do realize that that haughty prefect is never comfortable, right? So thus referring to him as a danger is always present." The fem pointed out, tapping her slender fingers softly against the wood of the bench.

Faudi shrugged, dipping her head slightly before getting up and walking over to where Daisuke was sitting. She smirked, plopping down next to him and pulling her legs up, resting them on his lap. "Hey Daisuke~" She snickered, leaning back against her arms as she sat. Her eyes scanned him up and down before narrowing at the tear in his shirt. "So what was it?" She asked curiously, referring to the blood smell that had been lingering around by some unknown student. She already knew Amaya had bled, she could smell the distinct, if not revolting, smell of B blood mixing with everyone else's.

Her eyes continuously scanned the room as well as outside of the windows for any signs of Han-chan as she waited for Daisuke's reply.

Keicha
She huffed, rolling her eyes at the pathetic Prefect. "Bidon." She snapped under her breath, stamping her foot on the ground for Mouse to come. The ermine quickly trotted back to the girl, wriggling his nose once more. Keicha rolled her eyes, walking back to the entrance of the dorm, the weasel weaving its way between her legs as she did so. She spotted another prefect and another one of her fellow Day Class students.

She smirked, realizing this was the sweet tooth who always had something in her pockets. She brushed past her, her hand slightly out and slipping into her left pocket before pulling the dumdum out. Only lucky for Keicha, as she never knew which pocket held what part of the candy. She turned as she walked in, her eyes meeting Yuri's, and that same smirk played on her features, lighting her face up nicely as she twitched the candy in between her fingers.

The girl turned forward, stepping inside of the building and heading down the halls.

Cesare watched the scenery pass by the window of the cab as the hues of the evening slowly faded away into gray and what would eventually turn to night. He had planned on arriving earlier that day, but due to some unforeseen travel delays it was now the late afternoon and he was still on his way to the boarding school he was to begin attending. Cross academy, a place were the student body was divided into two different classes, day and night, and kept in quite strict isolation from each other.

Cesare had chosen to come to this school, not because he needed the education or networking it could provide, but because he had found out some rather interesting rumors and occurrences that surrounded the academy. Specifically about the seemingly reclusive night class. He frowned slightly as he peered out the window, noticing the setting sun. It seemed as though he would miss out on witnessing the infamous spectacle that was the night students leaving their dorm. However, he did not fret for long, as he knew that all he need do is wait twenty four hours to experience it. Soon, as the car turned around a bend, he saw the large entrance to Cross academy appear.

A few moment’s later, after Cesare had paid the cabby and retrieved his luggage the car drove off and he walked toward the entrance where what appeared to be a guard was waiting for him.

“Who are you?” The guard asked as he walked forward to intercept the young man.

“Esposito, Cesare.” He said as he gave a slight bow. “Thank you for receiving me. I am a transfer student that is scheduled to arrive today.”

“You’re late. You were scheduled to be here in the early morning, not afternoon.” The man responded, looking the transfer student up and down.

“Perdonatemi per favore.” Cesare started as he gave a sheepish smile. “Please forgive me, I experienced a few unexpected travel delays.”

“You decided not to call ahead?” The man asked while still looking Cesare over carefully.

“I did not bother to bring a mobile phone, and the traveling was a bit too hectic to use a payphone.” Cesare told the man, giving an embarrassed look. Quite the interrigation. He thought, slightly surprised at the mans attitude and questions.

The guard looked Cesare over once more before responding. “Very well.” He stated as he closed his eyes for a moment, apparently now confident that Cesare was who he said he was. “As you know, there are no camera’s or recording devices of any kind allowed on campus. You will now need to submit to a bag check, preformed by me, before you are allowed to enter the academy.” The man said as he drew close to Cesare.

“Of course, go ahead.” Cesare responded cheerily as he sat down his duffle bag and wheeled around his suitcase so the man could more easily access it.

The man quickly opened up the luggage and began to look through it. He spent most of his work in silence, but about mid way through he stopped after seeing an object in the suitcase. “A rice cooker?” He asked, staring down at the object.

“Yes, its much easier on my expenses if I prepare my own food.” Cesare responded kindly.

“And what is this?” The man held up a large box after peering into it.

“Just a small chemistry set, one of my hobbies.” Cesare answered the question respectfully.

The man looked the box over once more, then set it back inside the suitcase. “Bunsen burners and open flames are generally not allowed in the dorms.” The man said as he closed the luggage, apparently satisfied with its contents, and stood up.

Cesare laughed at the man’s statement. “Don’t worry, its just a few mixing solutions. Most are endothermic anyways.” Cesare said as he picked his luggage back up.

“Very well. Follow me.” The guard said as he turned and began walking toward the gate. When they reached the guardhouse at the entrance, the man told Cesare to wait outside for a moment as he entered. “From tomorrow on you will be expected to wear the school uniform at all times except when relaxing in the dorm rooms.” The guard said as he emerged from the small building and handed Cesare a few pressed black uniforms. He looked at Cesare’s clothes, a zip up turtle neck and a brown trench coat with dress pants. “You may wear your cross under your jacket if you wish.” The man comented when he saw Cesare’s hand hover over the crude silver cross suspended from his neck by a thin string. Cesare relaxed when he heard the statement, he would hate to be separated from the trinket.

“I will lead you to the dorm gate of the sun dorm as it is past curfew for day students. Follow me and stay close.” The man said, then waited for Cesare to confirm. After the transfer student had nodded, the man turned around and began walking toward the Large main building with Ceasre close in toe.

As the two passed through the large open space in the middle of Cross Academy’s main building, Cesare felt an explosion of excitement. He could feel tips of his fingers tingling and his breath sped up a slightly as they walked through the large opening surrounded on four sides by walls of windows which opened to classrooms filled with the night students. I’ve entered the lion’s den. He said to himself, peering at the windows lit only by twilight. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the beasts that lay beyond. I wonder if they can smell me? He thought. He briefly entertained the notion of biting his thumb to make it bleed. Wondering if the mere presence of free blood would draw them out, hoping it would tempt the beasts to emerge. However, he dismissed the idea, he would have plenty of time to experiment later. He did not want to arouse suspicion, especially while with this keen guardsman. Still, he could not deny the excitement, and continued shifting his vision from one window to the next. All while the slightest grin painted his face.

A short time later Cesare and the guardsman had arrived at the gate on the bridge to the sun dorms. The man gave Cesare his room assignment and key. “Information such as your class schedule and academy map have been left in your dorm room, as well as any books your might need for your classes. If you have any questions or have trouble finding anything don’t hesitate to ask your fellow day students. The prefects are also available and knowledgeable, but try not to pester them if you can. Their job is quite taxing. You can denote them by the white arm band they wear. Do you have any questions?” The man finished.

Cesare shook his head. “No, and thank you very much for your time.” He responded kindly. Then the man turned and exited the gate, heading back towards his post.

After standing for a moment to savor accomplishing another step towards his goal, Cesare began walking along the bridge toward the Sun dorm, his rolling suitcase trailing behind him.

Daisuke

"So what was it?" He twitched slightly, looking up toward the Vampire who had spoken to him. He was pretty sure it was Faudi, but without eyes he couldn't be quite sure. "Nothing really, some Day Class girl cut up her hand sneaking around the woods. One of the prefects showed up before I could ask her anything though," he sighed longingly, tapping his pencil on the desk and fiddling with the tin of blood tablets in his pocket for a moment before pulling them out, "Also I had forgotten them again. The damn prefect acted like I would have eaten the girl; honestly if I wanted fresh stuff I would have leapt the fence and gone hunting for owls before I dared reveal myself to a Day Class student. I may get hungry faster than some, but I'm not stupid, nor am I unloyal." He glanced at the back of the Dorm Heads' heads as he spoke, knowing that at the slant the seats were on they'd be just under him. "All I wanted was to learn from someone who wasn't super biased what daylife is like. But of course, we're treated like monsters from their movies and novels." He rested his elbow onto the table, chin in his cupped hand, seemingly staring off into space. He never looked any of these people in the eye for more than a few moments, to keep them from noticing his eyes were paler than most and near pupil-less. It hurt even to think about the cruelties even humans had pushed on him because he couldn't see. He relied on the eyes of the few who did know, on their words and ability to describe the world around them, and he hated it. But at the same time, he wouldn't dare use his ability to see using another's eyes without asking them first.

Yuri stared at the prefect with a puzzled look as she responded to him, biting the last of her sucker off and replacing it with two more. He took in her childish stance, staring with the same bemused expression for a moment. "Really?" He raised a hand to his mouth, trying to cover up the chuckle that escaped him. It didn't do much to help, however, and he soon found himself having to restrain his laughter, trying his best not to disturb the Day Class students that had actually already made their way inside. "How..."

"...Ridiculous." He let out between laughs, shaking his head at Kiiro's behavior. It took a few seconds for him to recompose himself, the same haughty smirk back in place. "Ah, I'm sorry, please excuse me. It just doesn't seem like a very healthy habit." After he said this, he noticed someone else walking into the building, another Day Class student that he seemed to recognize. The mischievous look she held wasn't missed, and Yuri's eyes glanced downwards to her hand which held one of the sweets he'd just been teasing Kiiro about. Had she really just stolen right out of a prefects pocket?

For a moment, he wondered how much trouble someone could get in with a prefect for stealing from them, even if it was something as simple as a piece of candy. Quickly, he discarded the thought. It wasn't as if he'd be finding out. He didn't plan on mentioning what had just happened to the prefect-- it would be funny to see if she noticed, and, if she did, what he reaction would be.

Eizzac sit's at the front of the class, right smack dab in the middle. He sits up, and stares at the board quiet, his face and body almost like a statue. He sighs as he puts his head down. The worst time of the day was over, but he still hated social interaction with a passion. All he had to do was get through classes today and he would have time for himself and his viola. He always played his viola by himself every opportunity he'd get. It was always a way to calm him down and get through the day. His viola was the only thing precious to him at this school. He never cared for any of the people here, he always stayed attached to them for the sole purpose of having something in common. It didn't mean he liked staying with them. He never enjoyed their company, he always preferred to stay alone and get through the year.

He never liked talking to all of them, he never socialized with them unless ordered to by Masaru or someone else. But it didn't mean he hated or didn't like them, he thought they were all interesting to him. He just hated embarrassing himself over and over trying to communicate with them. Though he HAD to stay up to date some how, and he couldn't do so by talking. Instead all he did that had any hint of social interaction whatsoever was just listen. Most of his fellow students would notice that Eizzac would be listening into their conversation if they see their own shadow quiver or wavily distort for a few seconds. He's done this a numerous amount of times, albeit with different reactions. To pass the time, instead of spying or listening to everyone's conversation, he decides to play around for a bit. Slowly he nonchalantly sits back once more placing his hands behind his head, relaxing. He stares at the small shadow he casts on his desk, smiling slightly. Suddenly the small shadows quivered and danced around his desk in a small little show, forming intricate snowflake-like patterns, as well as many other symbols. A small smile begins to flutter on his face until a sudden feeling of being watched surges over him. This causes the shadows on his desk to agitate and go back into their static form. Eizzac turns around slowly look back at Faudi, wincing slightly as he knows why.

He must've hurt Faudi pretty badly, he was just so in a rush to get away from the scene, and worst of all, the blood. Wait a minute...blood... Why did he smell its scent here, of all places? He turns around again to the source of the scent, wincing slightly. He watches as Masaru takes care of the blood on Faudi's elbow. Eizzac turns around a small grimace on his face, his shadow quivering with anxiety once more, reflecting the shaky vampire's emotions. A barely audible bump can be heard as Eizzac smacks his head on the desk, obviously regretful of his actions. He hurt Faudi and made her bleed in a selfish act to get away. He wasn't just guilty of his act, it was the that he had to apologize properly. He always had a hard time talking to people, especially girls, so it wouldn't be easy to just...no. Sighing, he shakes his head, all he had to do was get over it. He didn't have to talk to her at all, the feeling'll just go away. Slowly he cradles his chin with one hand staring at the bored. Maybe if he ignores this school...ignores his classmates...ignores everything...maybe it'll all go away. Just like a dream. He just wanted everything and everyone to fade away from him. He had nothing precious here. Nothing at all.