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Ondo Masaru

"I will foresake everything to see this dream ascend."

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a character in “Bloodied White”, as played by Everscale

Description

Name: Ondo Masaru

Age: 19

Race: Vampire (Rose. Because this seemed a suitable place to put it.)

Appearance:

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Personality: Masaru, on most days, is not a particularly commanding character. Soft-spoken and usually quite friendly, he is the master of manners and makes it his business to ensure that all conflicts end through words, not violence. At least, all conflicts that can possibly end that way. He genuinely enjoys socialization, bonding, making friends, and intends to build a family out of his Night Class. He values life above all other things, and if there is another option he will never kill.
This is not to say that he is weak. Above all other things, even above being a loyal friend, Masaru is a leader and a ruler. He controls his subordinates with an iron fist, and tolerates no breach of the rules. Unafraid to use his strength of will, or his physical strength, to punish misconduct, under his rule there have been only a handful of minor incidents. He does all that he must to protect and promote his people. Sometimes, that includes betraying even his deepest beliefs – taking lives.
Within all this comes one small quirk, one thing that bothers him above all others. Masaru, so devoted to his people, has chosen to give up all chances of truly falling in love. He has closed the desire for romance away, put it in a locked box and thrown away the key. It would be a distraction for him. Cost lives, perhaps, if he found it at the wrong time. He believes he has no choice – he must love, or he must lead. He has chosen, out of his love for his people, to lead.

Romantic Interest: TBD

Favorite Blood Type: O

Likes: O type blood, drinking blood (though he drinks only of other vampires), reading, night time, hunting (he never actually goes in for the kill), thunderstorms, mice (they seem to gravitate towards him), running, good conversation, time spent with friends, watching humans, watching the world go by, sleeping, attending aristocratic events, the effect his rank has on others, animals, romantic flings (he will take temporary interest in a vampire, play with them for a while, then throw them out, believing that he can not love), playing with peoples’ hearts.

Dislikes: Open warfare, being unable to love, falling in love, failure, disobedience, disorganization, messiness in the dorms, having to punish his subordinates, being crowded too tightly by Day Class students, most teachers, being lorded over, the suggestion that his age might lessen his authority as a Pureblood, unreasonable hatred, mistreatment of humans.

Hobbies: Reading, chess, dance, politics, seeing to his Night Class (which takes most of his time), conducting various studies, chatting with his mice.

Fears: War between humans and vampires. Losing those he cares for. The failure of Cross Academy. He does not have many everyday fears.

Powers:
• Animal Bonding – he can connect with and communicate with most animals, but he can not bond to fish, and he has a particular affinity for mice and songbirds.
• Wood Warping – he can bend, shape, and even shatter wood with his mind, a particular problem when he loses his temper.
• Shadowing – he can blend and hide in shadows, as though becoming one of them himself.
• Voice of Insanity – though the use of this power exhausts him to the point of collapse, through whisper or shout, Masaru is capable of driving someone temporarily insane. The effects can last for hours, or weeks. Once, when he was very small, he drove someone mad for years during a tantrum.
• Dream Walking - occasionally, usually at a predictable point in time, Masaru will simply collapse. He falls into a deep sleep, and his transported into another's dreams - usually, but not always, someone of his choosing. He has no control over how long he remains unconscious, and if a person becomes aware of his presence they are more than capable of pushing him out. So far that has never happened. He is not certain what sort of harm might come to his mind if it does.
• Lord of Roses - the source of his allergy to roses was overexposure as a small child. Roses simply gravitate towards Masaru, like most flowers towards the sun, and when they are near him they grow at unnatural rates. He is capable of commanding the vines, animating them, but no matter what he does they always want to be nearer to him. He has to ask his vice president to cut them back for him.


Weaknesses: Odd though it may seem, and unfortunate due to his affection for the flowers, Masaru is deathly allergic to roses. Too much time spent in their company can knock him into a coma. He also becomes vulnerable following the use of his Voice of Insanity, or a loss of temper. Both leave him weak, sometimes cause him to collapse.

Rank: Dorm Head

Class: Pureblood

History: TBD

Theme Song:
After the Rain by Cinema Bizarre
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4iubjEu9e4

So begins...

Ondo Masaru's Story

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Character Portrait: Haru Setohara Character Portrait: Ondo Masaru Character Portrait: Shikeio Toshikazu Character Portrait: Amaya Jun
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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. 

Setting

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Character Portrait: Haru Setohara Character Portrait: Ondo Masaru Character Portrait: Faudi Rens Character Portrait: Miyuki Asahi Character Portrait: Daisuke Hayashi Character Portrait: Eizzac Setsuneda Character Portrait: Hanone Ketsueki
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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.

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Character Portrait: Haru Setohara Character Portrait: Ondo Masaru Character Portrait: Faudi Rens Character Portrait: Hanone Ketsueki
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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!

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Character Portrait: Haru Setohara Character Portrait: Ondo Masaru Character Portrait: Faudi Rens Character Portrait: Miyuki Asahi Character Portrait: Daisuke Hayashi Character Portrait: Eizzac Setsuneda Character Portrait: Hanone Ketsueki
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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.

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Character Portrait: Haru Setohara Character Portrait: Ondo Masaru Character Portrait: Faudi Rens Character Portrait: Miyuki Asahi Character Portrait: Eizzac Setsuneda Character Portrait: Hanone Ketsueki Character Portrait: Hikari Ishikawa
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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!




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.

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Masaru cast his gaze around the ranks of his subordinates, examining each of them. Perfectly uniformed, gorgeous in every way, as a noble vampire should be. He nodded to himself and started for the door, letting the others close in behind him, as was their place. They had all become accustomed, he was sure, to his ignoring their antics. It was rare for him to respond directly to any among them, except - of course - his vice-head. Masaru and Hanone were much closer than other vampires in the house - at least, closer than any other vampires in the house were to either one of them. It was necessary, of course, that the leading figures in a dorm such as this get along. Otherwise all the lower ranking vampires would be at one another's throats as well. Masaru, however, liked to think it went deeper than that. He trusted Hanone deeply, and considered him, odd though it might have seemed for a vampire of his station, a friend.

"Be still, Hanone-san," Masaru murmured to the vice-head as he brushed by. "Bear in mind that I was as late as any of them."

That was when he passed through the great front doors of the Moon Dorm, and there was little time left to talk. The screaming of the 'fangirls' struck Masaru's ears like the chorus of a thousand raucous seagulls. As amusing as he found the human girls and boys thriving on this campus, they were equally irritating. The screaming, he could live with. It was when they broke through the ranks of the prefects and flooded the space all around him that Masaru found his primal instincts rising. He had never given in to those instincts, never drunk from the flesh of a human, but the desire was always there. Suppressed. Squirming. He could only hope that the Day Class would not break rank today. Masaru did not think he had the patience for being swamped.

Together, the Night Class strode through the open gates and in amongst the screaming crowds. Masaru kept walking, chin held high, dark hair flowing down around his face to add an air of mystery to his expression that the Day Class girls - unfortunately - loved. He spared not a glance, not an instant for any of them. He would thank the prefects, as was his custom, later. His goal was to escape this mob without being approached, without being spoken to.

He rarely succeeded. There was always someone who managed to engage him in some for of conversation. Then again, that was what Hanone was there to take care of, wasn't it?

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Character Portrait: Haru Setohara Character Portrait: Ondo Masaru Character Portrait: Shikeio Toshikazu Character Portrait: Faudi Rens Character Portrait: Miyuki Asahi Character Portrait: Keicha Moroktu Character Portrait: Hanone Ketsueki
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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.

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Character Portrait: Ondo Masaru Character Portrait: Shikeio Toshikazu Character Portrait: Amaya Jun Character Portrait: Daisuke Hayashi
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Everything was going wrong, though that wasn’t necessarily a problem. Everything at this time always went wrong and honestly, there wasn’t much you could do to stop it. She wasn’t stupid like all of these half-retarded girls crashing against her in order to reach the night class – she could see that something was up. Some of the night students seemed to have noticed something that wasn’t there. Even Shikeio looked uneasy, so he must have realized something was up with the night class as well (she’d missed his run in with Faudi altogether). Amaya’s blank amber eyes watched them closely through her messy blonde hair, trying to decode exactly what they’d noticed – in the process of examining them she noticed Daisuke heading back towards the dorm; she took a mental note to make sure he wasn’t sneaking off somewhere.

Her stomach felt strange, that sort of strange that she only got at certain points in time such as when someone had hurt themselves. Her blood roared in her ears, drowning out the crowds around her. Was someone hurt? Was that the cause of the night class’ strange behaviors? It was a strange sensation crawling across her skin. While she’d been told her father had been a half-vampire, she’d never taken much notice to it. Perhaps it was those distant instincts telling her something was wrong.

Lost in thought, Amaya lost her footing and was suddenly shoved forward, nearly colliding with Masaru, who was leading the crowd of night students. She caught herself awkwardly, twisting her ankle painfully but altogether managing to keep herself from running into the pure-blood.

“Sorry, Masaru-sempai,” she said blankly, gawkily, then paused and gave him a serious look. “I don’t mean to intrude, but some of the other night students seem to have noticed something. If I am correct, please try to keep your eyes on them.” Ah, she’d made a request. Had she sounded rude?

Her face stung with embarrassment and the scratch upon her cheek burned as she flushed. Blowing her blonde locks from her face with one puff, she spread her arms back out and back into the crowd, forcing them backwards. People began grabbing at her clothes and hair, obviously angered that she’d talked to one of the night students.

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Character Portrait: Haru Setohara Character Portrait: Ondo Masaru Character Portrait: Faudi Rens Character Portrait: Daisuke Hayashi Character Portrait: Keicha Moroktu Character Portrait: Hanone Ketsueki
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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."

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Character Portrait: Haru Setohara Character Portrait: Ondo Masaru Character Portrait: Shikeio Toshikazu Character Portrait: Daisuke Hayashi Character Portrait: Eizzac Setsuneda Character Portrait: Keicha Moroktu Character Portrait: Hanone Ketsueki
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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.

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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."

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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?"

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Faudi snickered into her hand, her eyes dancing with glee and mischief as she watched Hanone squirm and Masaru uncharacteristically laugh. She smirked, sliding her index, middle, and ring finger along his forehead, taking most of the remaining makeup with her. She then slid them under his eyes, like old war marks, and laughed once more. "There, much better, wouldn't you agree, Masaru-kiva?" She looked up at him with a childish smile.

However, it immediately dropped as the Prefect's voice reached her ears. Immediately she got up and walked straight towards her, murder written all over her face. She crossed her arms, blocking the girl's view of Masaru momentarily. "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?" Her voice was hushed but venomous.

The vampiress' eyes shone fiercely, and she then turned from her, returning to Han-chan silently, glaring daggers and any other sharp object straight into the girl's being. No doubt Masaru would chide her on it, but she hardly listened anyway. She was just lucky that she chose to grab Masaru's attention from the start. But that didn't mean Faudi didn't have a trick up her sleeve for once she was done speaking with the head. Her attention turned back to Hanone, and she finished cleaning his face.

And then Masaru went to meet her, silent as ever. Unfortunately, just as she feared, they decided to take it outside. But not like she couldn't get at her later.

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Expectation - oh, it came in handy so often. Amaya didn't even flinch as Faudi advanced towards her. Instead, she stared right back at her, eyes blank and expression indifferent. She knew of the girl's attitude and personality. Actually, she knew so much more about the vampires than they probably knew she did. She knew their favorite foods, when they slept and when they arose, how quickly they dressed, who was most respected; the list could just go on and on. The thing that vampires didn't seem to understand about perfects was the fact that their job wasn't only to try to protect the day class: it was to understand the night class. They had to know what each vampire's next move was, who they were likely to attack, what to do if in danger. The responsibilities were endless.

And this bitch dared to hiss at her.

"Shall we?"

The blonde hadn't been paying much attention to Masaru, per say. Her professional outlook remained upon her, though her heart felt a little weak at his smile. "We shall," she replied, but paused to look back at Faudi. "Faudi-sempai, I don't take lightly on you tormenting my comrades. Your little act this morning with Shikeio was pushing the limits. So, allow me to give you a piece of advice. If you have a problem with what we are doing, come talk to me. I will do everything in my power to make your stay at this school comfortable. But Faudi-sempai, what you say is indecent and crude." She turned her back on the girl, though she still glanced at her from over her shoulder. "The reason I have to do this job is because people like you don't know how to behave. If I am not able to fulfill my job to its fullest, it is because I have to deal with idiots who can't control themselves."

Eyes cold, Amaya headed after Masaru, foot-falls as quiet as ever. He had a certain grace about him that distracted her from her angry thoughts. Only when they stopped on the balcony did she find her thoughts collectible.

"First of all, Masaru-sempai, I'd like to apologize for my disrespectful words towards Faudi-sempai," she began. The prefect leaned against one of the balcony walls, relaxed, in a sense. "Secondly, I came here to tell you that we have an intruder on campus grounds. Whoever it was, they were not human. When engaged in battle, I could not even see who it was." She didn't want to ask him of any favors just yet. Perhaps he knew something about the intruder. Then again, she wanted to see if he would propose any ideas before she stepped up tot he plate.

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It was so much more comfortable in the moonlight than in the sunlight. While the sun posed no threat to her, she'd never liked its bright intensity. The moon was soft, delicate, and didn't threaten with bright light or unwanted heat. Amaya glanced up at the night sky, a gentle expression on her face. Had she not come to this school she could enjoy the night sky, bask under the stars and watch the clouds as the rolled across the heavens. But she did not have that ability. Instead she was to live out her days wondering if she'd have to battle a hungry vampire or chase a tenacious human. It was all a bother. There were perks, such as the interesting people and her improving knowledge of vampires, but all in all she felt distant from this school.

Her attention flickered back to Masaru when he began to speak. His words frustrated her. Be cautious? What was she to him, a child? If she wasn't strong enough to hold her own against a vampire then she wouldn't be in this position. Blood rushed to her cheeks and made her hot with embarrassment. Her doll-like features broke for an instant, childish frustration breaking through. What a lie. Faudi was not a spirited creature; she was a hot-headed bitch who didn't know her place. The prefects did their best to work alongside the vampires. Never did they speak badly against them unless the situation called for it. And yet vampires were allowed to show their distaste for their prefects?

Suddenly the situation with Faudi seemed more important. Amaya felt as if she was being looked down upon and that was a feeling she hated. She hadn't come all this way to put up with being looked at to be a child. She didn't work hard every day of the school-year to be treated as if she was the one who didn't know her place.

"I disagree," the blonde said bluntly. She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the right. "You say that you cannot counter her until she has done something to harm me? Do tell me if I'm wrong, Masaru-sempai, but does her hurting my pride as a prefect not count as harming me? You know very well that I work very hard to work to keep the peace between my prefects and your nobels. If I must use my energy to keep my prefects respectful then I expect to be met halfway with respect from your nobels."

She felt hot and annoyed. "Forgive my slip of the tongue," she said after a moment, amber eyes flickering out over the balcony, "but if you are so keen in keeping the peace between vampires and humans, perhaps you should start with controlling the vampires around you."

Amaya crossed the balcony to stand beside him, hands upon the railing. "I am glad that your nobels will keep their eyes out for the intruder." She turned around, leaning her lower-back against the railing and looking up at the sky. The wind caught her hair and brushed it out from her face and neck. "I guess I should be getting back," she murmured to herself, sighing.

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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.