Faudi Rens's Story

Faudi's eye twitched irritably, her slender fingers clutching onto the couch to steady herself. "Oh, come ON Han-chan! I swear you're a cheater!!" She snapped, throwing her hand of cards at the boy, crossing her arms and shifting her head away from him in defiance. Once she turned back, she stuck out her tongue at him, leaning back against the couch and resting her hands behind her head.

She tilted her head up, catching movement out of the corner of her eye. Haru had apparently finally decided to get his lazy butt out of bed. She smirked cheekily at him, flashing him a short wave before Ondo made his way into her line of sight. She yawned, stretching boredly and picking up the scattered cards on the table. "We'll finish this later, Hanone Ketsueki, mark my words." She shook her fist at him, her eyes flaring up with vengeance.

Faudi rose from the couch, shifting her body a bit and then tipping herself over, standing on her hands for a split second in order to stretch. Her uniform skirt pulled up before she settled back on her feet. "Yeah, we've been waiting for like, ages for you to get yourself down here, Masaru-kiva. I'm only sort of excited to get out of this building and out into the fresh air. Lucky me, I'm a girl so I don't have as many mobs." She flashed the other members a smirk, biting her tongue a bit and leaning against the wall.

"Are we going or not?" She stamped her foot on the ground impatiently, mischief flickering in her eyes and her whole body itching for a good laugh at the expense of theDay Class students. "Man, these outfits. I swear, white, at night? It's a pain to the eyes." She squinted, picking at the red bow on her uniform.

Hanone smirked ever so slightly at the display before him. He allowed himself to play cards with Faudi just this once and she couldn't admit that she was losing. He couldn't help, but be a master at these sorts of things. Playing cards was so easy to him, of course he was winning. His own eyebrow twitched when she threw the cards at him, the cards literally pushing him over (and obliviously leaving him in a suggestive position). "Tch,"he scoffed with a very, very faint blush on his cheeks as he stood up, watching her clean up the cards. He cursed at his weak body, he hated it so. "...Just try beating me, woman...,"he said in a soft whisper, hoping she would hear it. Once he heard Masaru's voice, he composed himself and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He brushed his dull black hair out of his eyes (though some of the day class would beg to differ, saying his hair was sparkly) and teleported shortly to the Head's side. "...How are you, Masaru...?"

After clearing his throat, he gave a death glare to Haru. The boy actually decided to wake up today? "Everyone's ready to go. If not, that's their problem,"continuing to glare at the blond boy, he turned his attention back to the Head,"They should be here on time." Stopping his glaring, he glared at Faudi. He hated how she talked so freely to Masaru as he looked up to him as a role model in someway. He coughed a little, trying to hold back a vision and a good thing it wasn't a strong one because it went away just as it was coming. He opening his gray that had become a light pink because they were turning red. When they went back to gray, he sighed and waited for his words for them to go. I wonder what the day class has in store for today? Hopefully no girly accessories this time... He visibly shuddered at the thought. He despised the day class females who insist on him to wear flowery earrings, barretts in his hair, and makeup. They even took pictures! All the time! His pride was slowly going down the drain because of those females. Not saying that he had much to begin with, seeing as he was so skinny and his hips were curvy like a female's. He hated, hated, hated it!

Isaac crosses his legs on the couch, crossing his arms as well, enjoying the solitude of his own lone couch. After thinking for a moment, his head slumps, sighing disappointedly. This is the worst time of his day. He already felt extremely nervous in the room he was in now, even if it was around people he knew. But he always absolutely terrified having to go through the pulsating crowd of school girls wishing to see the members of the night class. Ever since that day of first trying to go through the crowds, it was almost impossible for him to get through the sea of people without having a mental breakdown. Someone recommended for him to hum to himself in order to help calm himself down. What he wasn't aware of was that through his power's of emotional influence (which he still doesn't know about), was that humming out a love song in the group of squealing school girls was a horrible idea. Needless to say, Isaac would never hum or sing to anyone ever again. He sighs once more as he hears Faudi and Hanone fight over their small card game.

A small movement catches Isaac's eye as he suddenly finds Haru sitting next to him. Isaac immediately yelps in terror instinctively scooting to the other side of the couch, his shadow quivering slightly. Shaking his head, Isaac sighs, slowly crossing his arms again. "Don't...don't do that...H-Haru..." He listens to Faudi as she says, "Yeah, we've been waiting for like, ages for you to get yourself down here, Masaru-kiva. I'm only sort of excited to get out of this building and out into the fresh air. Lucky me, I'm a girl so I don't have as many mobs." Isaac sighs once more, a look of dread over his face glancing at Faudi. He stays silent mentally preparing for what's to come, and then slowly he speaks out. "I...h-h..hate...g-going...out...." Once more his head slumps in pure dread, obviously afraid of what's to come. His own shadow writhes and wriggles in anticipation of the most hated part of the day, obviously affected by the jumpy vampire's anxiety.

"Everyone's ready to go. If not, that's their problem." Isaac looks up at Hanone, as his lip starts to quiver slightly. His mouth opens as if to say something, but instead he shakes his head. Taking a big gulp, he stands up and nods, accepting his cruel fate.

Death by fangirl.

Hikari Ishikawa

The blonde sighed, already annoyed, as she stood in front of the many Day Class students who were just itching to catch a glimpse of the Night Class. The very much dangerous Night Class members who would most likely rather drink the humans' blood than actually befriend them. As for Hikari herself.. She didn't care for them much. Too dangerous, too scary.. And their habits, especially the ones concerning blood from humans, were absolutely unforgivable.

She glanced up from the ground, which she had been staring at with blank blue eyes as she had been lost in her thoughts. There was the large crowd, she mused as her expression shifted to show nothing but determination and she picked up her pace. It was about time Hikari found her way to where she was supposed to be. She was so late today!

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Miyuki Asahi

" I'm with you there, Faudi-san!" Miyuki exclaimed loudly, coming up behind the others as she had only just finished getting ready for classes. " And Han-chan, cheating is so horrible." The girl hadn't missed a thing as she had made her way to this room. Nothing, and I mean nothing, seemed to ever pass her by and she made sure of it.

The smile on her lips was quite excited, she always looked forward to seeing the anxiously awaiting faces of the Day Class as they screamed and called out to the vampires. It greatly amused her.. Even while getting on her relatively short nerves.

" Gomen, gomen. Were you all waiting for me?" Miyuki's next question rang out, her tone apologetic as she glanced around the room. Her dark violet eyes bright and cheery as she pulled a small tin from her pocket, pulled a few tiny tablets from it and swallowed them all in one gulp as she replaced the container. The bright white material of her uniform made her rather pink hair seem even brighter but her skin seem that much more pale by comparison.

She looked to Isaac as she heard his voice, smiling sweetly at him. " Well then, I'm glad I was ready now and not later."

Once she said her piece, Miyuki stepped over to Masaru and flashed yet another smile toward him to show that she was, indeed, ready to go.

Keicha
Keicha sighed, running her hand through her hair before quickly stepping further into the water, making her way through her own little path. She hummed softly to herself, quickly stepping when the swoon and new surge of screams erupted from up above. Once more, Keicha gritted her teeth, glaring up at the stonework and shoving her hands into her pockets. She quickened her pace, making it to the opposite shoreline and heading up the paths to the dorms.

However, she veered off sharply to the left, completely away from the dorm buildings. Her path? To the forest, of course. She ducked under a bush, carelessly crawling through it. She stepped back upwards to her feet, brushing off the small twigs and leaves. She then slipped past a couple of trees, heading downwards a bit before coming to a small stream and another willow tree. A small smile caressed her lips, and she settled down in the soft grass, resting her head against the trunk. She then frowned, wincing a bit as she looked at her hands, brushing her cheek softly. She glanced at her fingers once more, noticing a smudge of blood. She groaned softly, getting up immediately and heading towards the stream to wash it off.

If they had already caught her scent... well, she just hoped that it wasn't too late.

Faudi

Faudi frowned, stepping into line before they exited the door. However, she kept an eye on Han-chan, frowning as the girls screamed his name. She gently pushed past her comrades up to him; they had only just left the gates, and she glared at all the girls. "Hey, if any one of you lays a hand on little Han-chan, you'll be finding a dagger embedded in your necks tomorrow morning~" She called cheerfully, a bright smile on her face as she waved to the girls.

"Yeah right. Like you'd have the guts. HANONE-CHAN!!" One girl called out, and Faudi had an apparent irritated face. She merely tilted her head down, a wicked smirk on her face. She then shifted back, coming up beside the girl right up front, her arm casually on her shoulder and a knife in her hand. The girl's face visibly paled, and Faudi chuckled darkly. "Try me, little chicky~" She then spotted Shikeio, and her face brightened, that smirk right on her face again.

Quickly, the girl abandoned the little wretch and came straight up to Shikeio undetected. She draped her arms over his shoulders a bit, crossing them over his chest. She snickered quietly. "My my my, someone sure does swear a lot." Faudi purred in the prefect's ear, her bright amber-green eyes shining with mischief. She inhaled his scent fleetingly, leaning her head forward a bit before she ran her tongue scarcely against his jaw. She giggled innocently, quickly stepping back into line before the boy could hit her with anything. She flashed him a wink before retaining a normal expression, her hands lightly in her pockets. Obviously, she knew she would be scolded by Ondo, but she really didn't care much. However, she was suddenly distracted by a faint whisp of blood in the air.

Shikeio
"My my my, someone sure does swear a lot." He recognized the voice a split second too late to run the fuck away. Faudi. Ffffffuuuuuck. He shuddered, appalled, as he felt her tongue softly lave the back of his jaw. Oh... Oh God. Ew ew ew ew. Talk about unsanitary. She giggled sweetly, and Shikeio recovered from his petrify cation. He whirled around just in time to see her sashaying away. He felt fangirls trying to force their ways past him. Hell no. He turned around. "Dammit Faudi..." he growled, using his foot to shove back stray students. Then, he smelled it: A faint trace of blood in the air. Half-vampire powers came in handy sometimes. He looked quickly from the Night Class students processing from their dorm to the Day Class students again. He thought about leaving to investigate, but that would leave May May alone to deal with the horde, since Hikari hasn't shown yet. Dammit. The only thing he could do was keep forcing back the mob. Come on, you "sexy beasts"! Get your blood-sucking asses in gear already! Good God, could anyone walk so damn slow? Maybe it was only Shikeio's imagination that they were moving slow. After all, he had to keep the infatuated masses at bay. Either way, he wanted them to hurry the fuck up so he could investigate the blood scent. 

Haru
As usual, everyone seemed to be mad at him for some reason or another. Oh well. He took it all in stride. He had to. It was a way of life for him, almost. 

He never technically apologized for sleeping in. One reason was because that it happened so often, they should've been used to it. The other one was much more odd. Many a time, Haru had fallen asleep while pondering a puzzle of some sort. Last time had been one of those times. It caused him to sleep longer, as though his subconscious was taking extra time to try and solve it. More often than not, he woke up and knew the solution. But today, he couldn't even remember the riddle. 

He and the rest of the Night Class entered the outside world. Haru was lucky enough not to be so tall as to draw attention to himself. Mainly, he tried to look as small as possible and be disregarded by the mass of screaming girls and such. Thankfully, it worked. Most of the time. Every so often, he'd catch a wink or have a flower tossed to him or some such thing. At least he didn't have it as bad as the others, thank the Powers-That-Be. 

Blood. In the distance. His head perked up. It was O. Not A. He lowered his head. Not worth it. He continued slinking along behind his classmates. 

Keicha
Keicha jumped, startled by the sudden voice so near to her, thus causing her to fall forward into the small stream. She frowned, giving a small groan of discomfort and getting back up, quickly backstepping to her tree. She smiled sheepishly, quickly bringing her hand behind her back, small bits of blood trickling down her arm and a couple smudges on her cheek. She glared at the ground for a split second before looking back up at him. "I'm quite content to be out here, thank you very much."

She then shook her head, waving her free arm. "N-no, I'm perfectly all right. Nothing bad here, so you can just-" However, the girl was cut off by a small hissing noise, Mouse appearing from the bushes, his tail erect and bushy at the boy.

Faudi
Faudi smirked, glancing back at Shikeio and sticking her tongue out, having heard him make the remark. It was all in a day's work to make his life harder. Faudi paused, watching Daisuke go back inside with a frown. Mh, that boy's up to trouble. How I long to join him....She then turned to attention when Ondo made his command. She tilted her head to the side, then smiled innocently, her own shoes clicking against the stonework as she came up by Han-chan, now ignoring the new onslaught of the blood smell and glaring at the rest of the girls who kept making eyes at Hanone.

"Well, looks like you made it through another day of fangirls, how do you feel my good sir?" Her smile was teasing and mischievous, though still honest as it should be, and she was almost completely ignoring Masaru. Faudi glanced back at the others, checking for battle wounds and faintings, but was slightly disappointed to see none. "Well, looks like the prefects finally did their job right. Except that Amaya character."

Isaac watched the group of his other fellow night class students from afar, he quivered shakily in front of the door, hugging his arms in pure apprehension. One of his fellow students seemed to run away from the small group of night class students. It seemed to be Daisuke. Isaac tilted his head slightly wondering what on earth would make him run back into the dorm. He probably forgot something...but Isaac couldn't help to be suspicious of his actions. He was about to turn around and reenter the dorm when he suddenly knew. The aroma wafted through the air, and although the scent wasn't detected amongst the screaming students, it was obvious to him. Isaac's shadow quivers with glee, stretching and wriggling in the direction towards the blood, beckoning him. He shakes his head, no he couldn't, he can't, and he wouldn't. He can't hurt or kill anyone. He bites his lip, looking at the sea of screaming students, sighing one last time.

Slowly he stands tall looking around before walking downwards, struggling to keep his cool, trying to walk as fast as he can, in order to catch up with his other classmates. His slow stride immediately quickened into a fast walk, transitioning into a full blown sprint. Pathetically he covers his ears and head, even closing his eyes, as he runs away, trying to ignore the squealing of all the school girls. He keeps on running and running until suddenly he felt something solid, and yet soft hit him. Falling to the ground, his shadow quivered once more. He rubs the back of his head in slight pain. He looks up as his eyes widen, he's bumped into Faudi. Already he starts spewing out an apology, the words coming out in a quick blur. "I'msosorry! ForgivemeFaudi! Ipanicked! Idunnowhy! Itwasthesmell! Yeahthesmell! I panicked!!! I'mclumsy! I'manidiot! I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!!!!!! Er! Igottogo!!!! I'mlatetoclass!!!!! I'mSORRY!!!!" Isaac dashes past Hanone and Haru towards the main building, covering his head in shame once more, sprinting away like a madman.

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Hanone simply walked into the classroom, dreading every minute of it. Sure, walking out of the lobby was okay at first. With Faudi and mostly everyone was protecting him from the rabid fans, he was safe. It wasn't until he spaced out for moment and found himself dead center in the circle of fangirls. He cursed at himself to be caught and for being so weak. He immediately glared at Faudi and Masaru, truly pissed off. His face was red with embarrassment as his black hair was put up with bows and barretts. This time, the females actually put makeup on him, the lipgloss that he was wearing wouldn't come off. The blush just made his natural blush even worse. The mascara and eye shadow made his now red eyes even sharper as it practically glowed. No one saw this torture take place and it just made him so angry. The angrily ripped the ribbon that was placed around his neck and stomped on it as it the floor.

"Why was I freaking born with such a weak body, dammit!" He hissed as he stomped over to his seat near Faudi and Masaru. "This always happens to me!" His glared continued as he completely stared at Faudi, pointing to his face. "Look at this! They actually put makeup on me! The freaking nerve!" He slammed his hands down in mere frustration before he started to sulk and just decided to switch to his cold self. He scooted a little away form the two and covered his face, his face just hitting the desk.

Faudi rolled her eyes, having abandoned Daisuke to go sit by Masaru once more after she had gotten the information she wanted. She rolled her eyes, looking at Hanone disappointedly. "Oh please, it's called pepper spray and air horns. That's what you use, don't just let yourself get overpowered like that." An irritated look crossed her face, and she pulled his head up by one of the bows. She lightly slapped him. "Get a hold of yourself man." She said flatly, beginning to untie the bows from his hair and discard them carelessly.

"You look like an opera house nightmare, Han-chan. I must say, you look terrible as a drag queen." She nodded solemnly, kneeling on top of the bench to reach his face better. He was a few inches taller than herself, and it was tiring to sit and reach up. She lazily rubbed her finger along his cheek in attempt to get the blush off, but soon gave up on that as it would take too long. So instead, she leaned forward over the next row and grabbed a glass of water right out of the hands of another vampire. Faudi then proceeded to wrench the cup upwards in her hand and stop midway, the water splashing straight into his face and making most of the makeup run off.

The fem then climbed into his lap, kneeling as well there and reaching up, cupping her hands halfway and running the ridge of her pinky finger to her wrist down, taking the rest of the make up with it. "Idiot." She spat softly, sitting back down and rubbing the remains on his white pants, marring the linen.

Hanone just softly hissed at Faudi who lightly slapped him. I did fight back this time...,he silently said. He just continued to be slightly, letting her help get the makeup on his face. He would say he was embarrassed by this situation, but he was embarrassed with the stuff on his face even more. Plus, she would always help him get rid of the evidence those day class girls did to him. You could say he owed Faudi a great deal, but he just kept quiet about it.

The weak vampire just sneered at her comment, looking over at Masaru, which did him no good. Sometimes he wished the head was in his place, but he wasn't weak like him. Those girls wouldn't even get passed putting the barretts before he was gone. He sighed as he was feeling a little weird with her being so close, but her and Masaru were the only ones he allowed closed to him. Even if it meant gossip to blossom, he didn't care. They were friends he would give anything for even if he never voiced it too often. He gasped and hissed once again as the water was splashed onto him, making the makeup drip. He was a little surprised when she plopped into his lap to help get the makeup off, but he thought nothing more of it. He kept his silent facade and watched as she moved out, wiping all the makeup on his pants. She wasn't going to have to be responsible for that.

"He does not look much better as a clown." Not helping..., he thought to himself as Faudi continued what she was doing. Hopefully, she would finish soon before class started.

Amaya walked with her thoughts all over the place. Thanks to the cleaning of her wound, which hadn't been bleeding much in the first place, she shouldn't be in any sort of danger when visiting the night class. According to the vampires, none of them really liked B- blood anyway. They all had tastes in other blood types it seemed. So what worry did she have? None, actually. She'd never feared vampires in the first place. They were different, dangerous, yes, but their presence did not threaten her. Vampires codes were meant to keep her safe and she was going to take advantage of that.

It didn't take her long to reach the building - she knew shortcuts after all. The blonde, hands folded neatly behind her back, headed through the main archway. The man standing outside eyed her momentarily before recognition crossed his face and he took interest elsewhere. She pressed through the door and, footfalls as silent as she could muster, headed towards the classroom.

Once there, she peered through the doorway with blank amber eyes. Ah, it didn't seem as though class had really started. From where she was standing she could see Miyuki and Haru talking as well as Hanone, Masaru, and Faudi enjoying themselves. Wait... May's eyes examined Faudi closer. Had the girl been bleeding? It was strange of her to notice but she didn't give it much thought. She seemed to notice things she shouldn't a lot of the time.

The prefect took a deep breath before stepping into the doorway. She knocked on the open door thrice, eyes landing on Masaru. "May I speak with you?" she asked, not bothering to make it clear who she was talking to. Her gaze was enough to determine that.