Haru Setohara's Story

Shikeio
The Day classes were over for the day. 

Let Hell begin. 

Day Class students were about to start rushing out to the Night Class' gate to piss themselves over the vampiric students. Of course, the "Day Classers" had no idea about that. That's where prefects like himself came in. Boy, talk about a pain in the ass. Shikeio sighed. The Night Class students were highly, highly attractive, but he wasn't about to piss himself over a bunch of vampires. Never. God, humans were so dense sometimes. They didn't know the students, but they insisted on orgasming every time one came into sight. Idiots, the whole lot of them. 

Shikeio followed after the Head Girl, Amaya. He liked to call her May May, just for shits and giggles. He weaved through the accumulating mass of over-enthusiastic girls and perverted guys, keeping Amaya in sight the whole time. He did, after all, have superhuman sight. He adjusted his sunglasses and continued until he'd reached the gate. Now, Shikeio had a certain way of keeping the swooning hordes at bay. He paced back and forth a specific region, pushing back the students who came too close. It might be rough, but hey, it was his job, dammit. He'd do it any fucking way he wanted. 

"Get the fuck back. Hold yer horses, chick. Back with you... Hey! Watch the shoes!" He kept up with his routine, mentally counting down until the gates would open. 

3. 

2. 

1. 

And open they did. At once, the mob surged forward, and Shikeio planted his feet firmly and started shoving harder. "Wild fucking animals! That's what you lot are! Animals! For chrissakes, show... some... decency!" He pushed back a large group, but they still kept coming. 

Yet another day on the job. 

Haru
Haru awoke late, as usual. Panicking, he tumbled rather disgracefully out of his bed and just phased into his uniform. A benefit of his powers. He hops he got to the lobby before the Dorm Head showed up... that would be embarrassing. It had happened before, actually. Haru couldn't help it he had a habit of sleeping in. 

He slipped into his shoes and took a glance at himself in the mirror. He looked decent enough. Then, hearing footsteps, he freaked out and just... phased through the floor and into the lobby, levitating himself downward until he sat on a sofa. He ran a couple fingers through his hair as Masaru came down the steps. A close call. "You are all ready?"

Haru's eyes were fixed on his lap. He nodded in answer, not knowing and not caring if Masaru noticed or not. He was off to a bad start this evening. 

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.

Shikeio
There. The worst had passed. The Day Class girls had finally dissipated as the Night Class students had made their way to the building. Well, most of them. He’d seen Daisuke break from the others and run back to the dorm, saying something about he forgot some such thing. Shikeio knew he should care, what with the blood in the air and all, but he just… didn’t. He did want to see about that scent though. Really, really bad.

So when Amaya came hobbling up to him and said poutingly, tugging on his dark sleeve in a most childish manner, "Shike, do me a favor and check to on Daisuke. I have a feeling he's making trouble,” he gave her a thumbs up and flashed her his signature smile. “Don’t worry, May May.” He patted her on her fair head. “Big brother Shike’s got it aaaaaall under control.” And with that, pleased to be given an excuse to check out the scent, he turned on his heels and marched towards the Moon Dorm. He paused for a second, thinking. Well, if I know a vampire, he’s bound to be headed straight for the source of that scent, no matter what that Masaru guy said. The “I forgot something” thing was probably just a ploy. Yeah, a ploy... Anyways, even if it turns out he’s not there, I still get to see what’s up with the blood. Yeah. That’s a good plan. A damn good plan. A very damn good plan. A very very damn good-

He cut himself off as he made his way to the forest. The blood wasn’t that far from his current position. Once he was deep enough into the trees so that no one would be able to see him from outside the forest, he started sprinting. Not full-blown sprinting, of course.That would be painful. Fast enough so that the human eye would only be able to catch glimpses of him every so often if they were watching close enough. Half-vampire powers. He smiled. He was quickly approaching the source of the blood scent. He slowed down ro average running speed a few seconds before he came upon them: Daisuke and some Day Class girl.

He stopped and stared at them incriminatingly. “I would like an explanation as to why you” he pointed at the girl. “are not in your dorm like a good little girl, and why you” He pointed at Daisuke. “are not in class.” He crossed his arms, trying his best to look pissed off. The girl was the source. How interesting that he’d happened to stumble across Daisuke as well.

Haru
Well, the worst of the potential mob was over. Isaac stumbled into Faudi, then rushed past him like the Devil was on his heels. Haru gave a little cry of surprise as he flew past, wondering why he was so freaked out. Haru followed Masaru’s intimidating command, proceeding quietly into the bilding. It was times like this that he was glad he was not as popular as the others. It helped when it came to getting to the main building. It was almost comical what these students would do to get a peek at his fellow vampires. Comical... and embarrassing.

Keicha
Keicha tilted her head to the side, completely unphased by the prefect. "Well, you see, the reason I'm out here and not in the dorm like a good little girl is probably because the prefects around here do a horrible job at keeping track of their charges." She shifted her lips down gently, her tone calm and her whole appearance innocent and sweet. "And why he's here is probably the same reason you're here, no? I mean, a hurt little Day Class girl, who wouldn't want to help such a thing?" She shifted her head despairingly, tilting it to the side once more, her white hair tumbling over her shoulder. She then brought her hand up and pointed out her index finger.

Blood pooled faintly and slightly from one of her wounds, a drop running down to the tip before dripping down onto a blade of grass and then rolling off of the plant, finally reaching the soil below. "Besides, I wouldn't blame him from trying to get away from all those girls constantly mobbing the whole class. I mean, again, the prefects do one of the worst jobs at containing those prissy brats." Malicious sweetness dripped from her voice, her eyes catching the dim light and shining slightly, innocently. She tilted her head up, allowing Daisuke to take her hand, though with hidden wariness as he bandaged it with his own cloth. "Thanks...." She mumbled quietly, completely ignoring the bit about blood tablets and someone catching scent of her blood. "Why, I'd wonder how you came upon me, Mister Toshikazu. Surely you weren't stalking this innocent Night Class student, were you? It's not like he's dangerous." There was a smirk hidden behind her outer features, and she was snickering mentally.

Faudi
Faudi yelped, suddenly being barreled over by Eizzac, her form smacking right against the pavement. She huffed lightly, pushing down her skirt back into place. She then clucked, watching him zoom away to the buildings. "That kid." She chuckled softly, checking herself over for any blood. Finding her elbow scraped, she grumbled, a frown pulling at her facial features. "Aww, I can't even reach it." She pouted, somewhat disgruntled she couldn't even lick her own blood off of herself. Faudi sighed, pushing herself off of the ground, her arm before her as she glanced at the wound.

She tilted her head to the side, her green eyes flashing lightly. "Well, off to boring classes we go then." She huffed, walking away from the others towards the main building.

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. 

Hikari Ishikawa

The blonde prefect was completing her rounds, patrolling between the academy's main scholar building and the front steps of the Sun dorms before moving to the Moon dorm's gates. Of course, she went no further for now as there were no reasons for her to go any closer than the gate itself.

She walked quickly, her black boots thudding against the ground as she could feel darkness settle around her. Hikari almost shook her head as the thought, 'I could blend into my surroundings,' came into her mind. Lack of sleep and boredom had a tendency to cause her to think oddly but... she hated to go to sleep. The nightmares always came to her and paralysed her til the very end of each night. She tended to get very little sleep because of them, waking before dawn to prepare for the day only to repeat this. Day in and day out, Hikari slept very little and made herself rather busy.

With this thought in mind she picked up the pace, her bright blue eyes scanning the area for Day Class students who wanted to stay out past curfew and Night Class students who were wandering before classes. Which would make them very late at this time of the evening.

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Miyuki Asahi

The short pink-haired Noble was bored. Very, very bored. Or, that is, she was until she turned and glanced around the room only to spot Haru Setohara sitting all alone in the back row of desks, leaning on the desk as his thoughts appeared elsewhere. The grin that lit up her pale expression was one to light up a room.

Finally, someone she could speak to. Or, possibly anyway.

She took the small tin of blood tablets from her pocket as she stood from her own seat in the center of the room and slowly walked over to where Haru sat, popping a few tablets into her mouth and swallowing them with a slight look of distaste crossing her features at the taste. It was a far cry from real blood, particularly her favourite of AB negative but.. she wasn't going to complain.

The tin found its way back into her pocket as Miyuki came up to Haru and stood, tapping the desk lightly beside the male.

" Haru-san," she said politely, bowing her head slightly, " You look rather lonely over here, all by yourself." Her violet eyes were dancing in amusement as she looked down at the male who wasn't that much older than herself. And by looking down, it was mainly because she was standing that she was looking down at all. As the youngest she also tended to be the shortest in the Night Class.

" I thought I would come over and talk for a while," she added, not wanting to seem rude by admitting her own boredom.

Haru
Someone was talking to him. Someone was talking to him. A girl, actually. Miyuki. Haru was jerked from his deep thought. Slightly stunned, he mumbled, “Huh…?” He heard his sister’s sarcastic voice in his head just then, as though she were there and actually speaking to him. Now Haru, when someone speaks to you, you usually respond. Did you know that? His large green eyes quickly fixed on the girl. He wasn’t used to people talking to him. So, he blinked a couple times, then stuttered quickly, “Ah… lonely? No, I’m just…” he shook his head and gestured to the empty seat next to him. “Take a seat if you wish. I’m afraid you caught me in the middle of some deep thought. Just trying to entertain myself, that’s all.” He didn’t dare go into detail about the Dia-cube. That would be too embarassing.

“So,” he said, trying to break the ice. As aforementioned, he wasn’t too smooth around others. “What’s up in your world?”

Shikeio
His hands shook as he wiped the scrape. It wasn’t even bleeding a lot. Barely, actually. Just a speck or two. What. Was. His. Deal? Stress. Yeah. Stress. That was it. Yeah. He took a deep breath and wiped it a few times. Satisfied, he couldn’t help but force that lazy smile of his at Amaya’s half-assed threat. He was used to it. She was just easily pissed. But his goofy dispostition vanished as she told him about the attack. Intruder? Fast? He handed the damp hanky back to her.

“Well, if you think it’s the right thing to do. It could have been, you know, a bear on steroids or something,” he joked half-heartedly. “Sounds pretty spooky to me. Yeah, I guess you’re right. If it’s a vamp gone bugfuck or something, it’s probably one of his charges.”

Miyuki Asahi

She nodded as he offered for her to sit, moving forward to lightly sit on the wooden bench beside Haru. Of course, Miyuki kept a decent distance between them as the smile she brought to her lips seemed to brighten.

" Our classes are a bit boring, aren't they?" Miyuki asked softly, her eyes glancing to the front of the room and back with cheer dancing in their violet depths. " Well," she tilted her head as she considered this, seeming to lose her perk for a few moments. " To me they are. Anyway, what are you thinking about that's so captivating?" Her question wasn't rude as her tone revealed her curiousity, although she did almost release the giggled that threatened to spill when her words came at the same moment Haru's did.

" Sorry," Miyuki added, though she wasn't bothered that they had both interrupted each other. She sighed as she looked to her hands, clasped on the desk in front of her, before speaking with her eyes ahead of her. " Besides waiting for the lack of excitement to end?" Her words sounded more like a question but she wasn't really asking anything, " Absolutely nothing."

She stuck her tongue out at the empty air in front of herself before she turned to Haru again, " What about you? Anything new and interesting?"

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.

Haru
"Our classes are a bit boring, aren't they?"Miyuki commented quietly. "Well," she added, tilting her head to one side a bit. "To me they are. Anyway, what are you thinking about that's so captivating?" She said this just as Haru asked her a question, and Haru laughed softly for a moment afterwards. He was still a little ouzzled as to why someone was talking, actually talking to him. It was weird. He was having trouble adjusting to the odd spectacle.

“No, it’s fine,” he said, laughing a bit still, as she apologized. He stopped laughing and listened to her as she responded to his inquiry. " Besides waiting for the lack of excitement to end? Absolutely nothing." This made him giggle a bit again. Wether she knew it or not, Miyuki was pretty funny to him.

Her question caused him to raise his eyebrows and his eyes to widen a fraction. "What about you? Anything new and interesting?" He smiled a soft smile and answered, “No. Nothing new or interesting with me, I’m afraid. Then again,” he looked to the front of the class as a prefect walked in. “There rarely is.” He sighed and leaned back in his seat, folding his hands behind his blonde head, thinking of ways to continue the conversation.

“So then,” he said. “I wonder what the prefect’s here for.”

Eizzac keeps his head turned, silently observing his surroundings and all of its escapades. It seems that everyone was going about with their business. Daisuke silently thinking to himself, Haru and Miyuki having a chat with each other, the same thing with Faudi and Masaru. Eizzac felt as if he was forgetting something... there was something missing...and then as movement from the door catches his eyes, he realized that Hanone was the last to enter. He watches as Hanone grudgingly trudges his way into the classroom, the make-up on his face marring his frustrated persona. At first Eizzac felt quite sorry for Hanone, pitying his inability at dodging the rest of the fan girls. Soon after, he started to feel relief. It was a wise, albeit embarassing and cowardly, choice to run away with his tail between his legs. Shaking his head he turns on his seat, sitting backwards with his chin leaning on the chair, showing his interest with the events at hand. "Why was I freaking born with such a weak body, dammit!" He winces slightly, wishing to speak up, wanting to deny his self accusation, but instead he just shakes his head. It's better to just observe and stay away from all of his other fellow students. He had nothing to do with them, other than just keeping his distance and listening.

He shakes his head in reassurance, once again going to observe what was happening with the other Day Class students. He shivers as Hanone slams the table closing his eyes in fear of his dominance, before squintingly observing once more, behind the protection of the back of his chair. Suddenly Faudi just gets a small glass of water, splashing its contents on Hanone's ill-tempered face. Eizzac's mouth starts to contort into that of a smir, his hands going over his mouth, starting to go into a small fit giggles, the sound slightly audible in the room. His ears twitch as the sound of another individual's chuckle. It took him a moment, but he realized that the other person's laughter was Masaru's. His eyes widen staring at his superior, his laughter betraying his usual formal and more commanding personality.

Eizzac stared at Masaru, his mouth slightly agape. He continued to stare at Masaru, up until some movement catches his eyes. Eizzac's eyes darted towards the door, watching as one of the prefects make way into the room, locking eyes on Masaru, requesting for his presence. Masaru stands up and gives authority to Hanone, starting walking outside with the prefect, but not before Faudi silently, yet darkly confronts the prefect. "You're the leader of the pathetic group. Amaya, right? Here's a bloody brilliant idea. Do your job right. You and your group are always harping at everyone for not giving you enough respect with your job. Yet you couldn't help but run off and let one of us get mobbed anyway?" Chills run down his back at the sound of her chilling tone Slowly he turns on his own seat, crossing his arms. He was finished observing, he didn't want to watch too long and some how...some way get involved. Shaking his head, he stares at his desk, waiting quietly.

Slowly his mind starts to wander once more, wondering why he was here... It's not that he's not enjoying himself, but he knows how he interacts with people. He was different, the back of the group. He's barely spoken to any of his fellow Day Class students. He's never told them why he was here, he never told anyone facts about himself, solely because talking was such a hurdle for him to cross, why bother? He shakes his head staring at his desk, now more saddened than ever.