Kuma White's Story

Kuma White

Movement could be seen under a plain white blanket, that was pretty thin to the point you could almost make out the outline of the beds occupant. Rolling over a hand burst out from underneath the covers, sharp nails concluded slender fingers. However having reached out to nothing in particular, the hand brushed against the curtains instictively grabbing a handful before falling back to bed. By doing so the curtains were pulled away allowing bright light to stream in through the window.

Suddenly a loud beeping sound erupted from the bedside table. And with that the beds occupant sat up quickly, eyes closed and a major bed head. Opening bleary eyes to reveal pale blue eyes. Kuma blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes when the sounds from the alarm came to her attention. Her tall white ears which were flattened to her head just a moment ago, they blended in with her near pure white hair, then twitched and became erect, twitching once more. Yawning to reveal enlarged canines, Kuma stretched one arm above her her head while the other reached over to her bedside to turn off the alarm.

Once it stopped ringing, Kuma slouched forwards a bleary eyed expression returning to her face. Kuma open and closed her mouth in hopes of relieving her dry mouth. Sadly it didn't work and so with a lot of grumbling, Kuma slid out of bed revealing quite a bit of her dark complexion. Kuma disliked being too warm so she wore as little as possible, meaning she only had on a loose tank top and shorts. Scratching the back of her head Kuma headed towards the bathroom with lazy steps, grabbing a towel on the way.

Unlike most other people she knew, Kuma showered in cold water. She took her time in the shower and when she finished, Kuma wrapped the towel around her body and stepped back out of the bathroom to get dressed. However she was still relatively wet leaving a trail of water droplets in her wake. Yawning again, Kuma slowly got dressed in her uniform, but like always she didn't bother tying her handkerchief correctly. Quickly making herself some buttered toast she glanced at the clock beside her bed and with wide eyes headed for the door.

Unlike most of the other hybrids who lived in the apartment complex, Kuma lived alone as she was over the required age in which a hybrid was to live with their foster parent. Looking back over her apartment Kuma couldn't help but notice how empty the place was. In response to this realization she nibbled some more at the toast she held in her moth. And as always, Kuma kept the same sleepily expression as she had throughout her morning getting ready. Closing the door behind her, Kuma headed for the stairs in a slightly more rushed manner. This was due to what her clock said, she was behind schedule and would have to actually go to school in a slight hurry.

Taking the steps two or three at a time she didn't care that her skirt flared upwards with each landing, and at one point nearly dropped her toast. Once she got to the bottom of the stairs, Kuma headed towards the bike rack and picked out a pale blue one, which of course was her own bike. One that her old foster parent got her for when she turned sixteen. Getting on her bike, Kuma began pedaling towards the school. However as always due to her personality, Kuma stopped pedaling after a while and just let the force behind her previous pedaling to take her to school.

On the way to the school Kuma leaned back in her bikes seat and closed her eyes. Reopening them to focus on the road in front of her, it was too late. A figure appeared in front of her before she collided. Kuma was sent flying but managed to tuck and roll so she didn't sustain too many injuries. Quickly sitting back up, Kuma brushed herself down. However a look of confusion passed across her face as if she forgot something, suddenly she brought her fist down on her open palm. Standing back up, Kuma went to her bike and picked it back up. "Oh! Sorry for crashing into you, want a ride?" she asked looking down at the smaller girl.

It was a terrible day, one of the worst. To even think that someone would call a day like this 'nice' or 'pleasant' was completely ridiculous. With that kind of chill that pushed the warmth of the sun away, Rem had no clue how someone could even stand going outside without three layers of clothes on. Then again, Rem was also cold-blooded and this was the time of year her kind was supposed to be in hibernation. All she wanted to do was stay huddled under the warmth of her blanket where the cold had no way of reaching her. Unfortunately, the alarm on her phone had other plans for her Monday.

The obnoxious ringing beat on Rem's eardrums, making her wish she were a full snake so she wouldn't have to listen to the annoying sound. She pressed her head into the bed, but jumped slightly when she heard her phone clash with the wooden floor after the vibration made it sliver of the foot of her mattress. It continued to ring, louder this time now with the vibrating phone sliding across the floorboards. She let out a deep sigh, clenched her teeth, then jolted up from her bed and tossed the blanket behind her. She then picked up her phone and shut off the alarm as quickly as she could.

With a small groan she pulled the blanket around her and made her way to her bathroom. It was nice that she had her own little shower area since she was living in an apartment with two other boys. She reluctantly got dressed into her uniform, pulling a pair of grey sweatpants on as well as her plain black jacket, her handkerchief tied in a knot and tucked into it. There was no way she was going outside in just a skirt. First off, she didn't understand how girls could go around wearing them without feeling embarrassed about it and second, it was way too cold out for her legs to be out in the open. Even her pajamas consisted of loose pants and a sweatshirt.

After she brushed the tangles out of her choppy hair, she tied it up into it's usual pigtails before leaving her bathroom. On instinct she cracked open her bedroom door and peeked out, not wanting to run into her guardian. She'd been living in the Foster System for a little over a year now but she still had trouble making conversation with the man. Tatsuya, on the other hand, didn't seem to care much for making friends so he was easy to avoid.

Deciding that the coast was clear she grabbed her plain black shoulder bag from the wall beside her door and hurried across the living room. She had time to stop for breakfast but she didn't want to risk it. She left the apartment as quickly as she could and made her way downstairs, instantly longing for the warmth of her bed again. Honestly any sort of reptile hybrid should be allowed to skip school during the cold season...this was just harsh.

The walk to school was a long one. Of course that was merely because Rem always took the long way around, making her way through alleyways to avoid the chance of accidentally bumping into someone. She now had her earphones in and her ipod tucked into her jacket pocket. As she walked she started to calm down. Even though she'd been going to the high school for a year she still felt nervous every morning. It was really a nuisance.

As she took a step out of an alley she felt her foot catch on a sidewalk slab that had risen up a few inches, probably from an earthquake, and she stumbled forward just in time to catch a glimpse of something white speeding down the path straight for her. She held felt her breath catch in her throat as she tried to take a step back, but the handlebars of the bike caught her shoulder and she ended up face first on the ground. She laid there for a few seconds before pushing herself off the cement and into a sitting position with her knees bent on either side of her before rubbing her forehead with the palm of her left hand.

"O-ow..."

"Oh! Sorry for crashing into you, want a ride?"

Her eyes widened slightly and she looked up at the person talking to her with a dumfounded expression on her face. "Ah..." She cracked out dryly as she tried to grasp a hold of the situation. Crap..uh...what did she say? Something about a ride? Wait...should I apologize? No she already apologized and she was the one who hit me. I should introduce myself! No that would be the worst timing. How many seconds has it been since she talked?! I can't just sit here and look stupid!

Rem shook her head vigorously before jumping up and brushing herself off. "Ahh, i-it's fine! I would've run into me too!" She continued to brush her skirt, afraid to make eye contact with the other girl. Then, realizing what she just said she snapped her head up. "I mean I was in your way! Eheh heh.." She said quickly, following with an awkward half-smile. Please kill me...

Kuma

Kuma looked down at the girl with a sleepy gaze and wondered about the funny look on her face. Taking a better look at her, Kuma realized the smaller girl wore the same school uniform as she did. Mm so we go to the same school. Tilting her head to the side, Kuma bent down to take a better look at the other girl. However that proved a bit troublesome when the other girl with a vigorous shake of her head as she stood up, nearly ended with the two clashing heads. Something Kuma didn’t want to experience so early in the morning.

"Ahh, i-it's fine! I would've run into me too!"

Raising a brow in response, Kuma tilted her head once again but this time from confusion. I hit an odd one today! Smiling Kuma was about to question what the girl had said when once again her head shot up.

"I mean I was in your way! Eheh heh.."

“Well no, not really. I had my eyes closed for a little bit, so it’s my fault for not having paid any attention to where I was going.” Kuma gave the girl an odd look as if trying to figure out something about her. Glancing down at the watch she wore on her wrist she opened her mouth as if to say something but then closed it. Scratching her head, Kuma looked back at the girl. “I’m Kuma, Kuma White. Sorry for crashing into you but it seems we’ll be running late. I don’t know about you but walking to the school will most certainly mean your tardiness. My offer still stands- (Kuma glanced back down at her watch) “Crap, yeah we gotta go.”

Not even bothering to ask the girl permission, Kuma scooped her up in her arms and placed her on her lap. Although it most certainly would be awkwards seeing as Kuma would be moving her legs but at the speed she was going it wouldn’t last long. Even though Kuma was incredibly lazy she wasn’t one to be late rather she disliked being late. On the way to the school, she asked the girl only one question and that was an inquiry of her name. Soon after they arrived at the school a bit early but had Kuma let the girl walk she would have no doubt been late if only by a minute or two.

Allowing Rem to slide off her lap, Kuma placed her bike in the bike rack and searched her school bag for her homeroom slip, taking out the slip of paper, it read 3-B. Kuma shrugged, crumpled the paper up and headed inside in search of her classroom.

“Well no, not really. I had my eyes closed for a little bit, so it’s my fault for not having paid any attention to where I was going.”

"O-oh, I see." Rem replied quickly, moving her eyes back onto the ground. She clutched the strap of her shoulder back nervously, if not for her snake genes she'd probably be sweating by now.

“I’m Kuma, Kuma White. Sorry for crashing into you but it seems we’ll be running late. I don’t know about you but walking to the school will most certainly mean your tardiness. My offer still stands. Crap, yeah we gotta go.”

Rem looked up again showing the other girl her palms as she shook her hands. "Oh! I don't mind being la-! EH!?"

She was suddenly being picked up. Her body instantly tensed up, much like a snake that would coil around itself when frightened. The ride to school was incredibly uncomfortable as Rem bounced around as Kuma peddled. The trip didn't seem to last too long for her, but she also spaced out some from the embarrassment of being scooped up onto someone's lap.

When they reached the school Rem continued to feel tense. As soon as she had the opportunity to, she thanked Kuma and made a hasty retreat into the school building. Once she was inside she relaxed a little, falling back into her everyday routine as she made her way to her classroom. It was no surprise to see the teacher asleep at his desk. Seriously how can someone so laid-back be a teacher and a foster parent?

She ignored the greeting of Miiko, not really meaning to but she didn't know how to respond. Instead she hurried to her desk by the window and sat down, crossed her arms over her chest, and leaned back in her chair, not even acknowledging the fact that the girl who took her to school ended up being in the same class as her.

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It was the mixed voices of students that woke Vince from his light sleep. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the teens with dreary eyes who know sat at their desks. He let out a deep sigh. So much for my nap...couldn't they be quieter?, he thought to himself. The room really wasn't that loud. Only one student, whom he didn't recognized, seemed to be the only one talking. It was probably that new kid the principle told him about, though he didn't bother to remember his name or go over the paperwork. Same went for that other student, whatever her name was.

Let's see...Snake girl, Wings, random new student, other new student...we're missing a couple. He continued to think to himself as his eyes moved over the room as he made a head count. He rarely called any of his students by their actual names. It wasn't because he didn't know their names, though. With the exception of the two new students he easily learned the names of the other teens. He mostly just used nicknames for his own amusement, to be honest.

He removed his shoes from his desk and leaned forward to open one of the drawers. Out of the drawer he lifted a white binder and opened it up and ran his finger down the list of names. "Blondie's(Devon) boy isn't here yet, Everly hasn't arrived.." He closed the binder and looked over the desks again. Pipsqueak isn't here yet either.

Vincent always left a few hours before Kimio would have to get up, so he rarely saw the boy until he got to school. Who knows whether he was actually showing up today or not. If he didn't he'd just have to beat some sen-- Ah, there he is.

The smaller boy took his seat without saying a word and Vince let out another long sigh. "Alright, we've got a few minutes for class to start so let's go ahead and get this over with. Everybody shut up and pay attention for a minute." He pulled open another drawer and opened a dark blue folder, looked at it for a few seconds, then put it away and moved his eyes back onto the students. "Trayton Takahashi and Kuma White, welcome to 3B and yada, yada. Just sit wherever I don't really care. We don't have assigned seats. Also, somebody pick up those papers in front of my desk, will ya?", He finished his sentence and leaned back in his chair again, pointing at the few sheets of paper that lay on the floor in front of his desk

MIIKO ITO

Miiko watched Rem take a seat, ignoring her which wasn't that unusual. "Yep, I'm new, I only arrived in Japan about a week ago actually. My name's Trayton Takahashi, but you can call me Tray." She turned back towards the boy, an English first name and a Japanese last name; how peculiar. "Those wings are so cool, can you really use them to fly?"
"Yes," Miiko nodded her head smiling as her cheeks turned a slight shade of red. She was always embarrassed when talking about her wings because to her they were just normal attributes, like freckles or red hair. Miiko seemed to forget quite often that they were not, in any sense of the way, normal. "I can fly higher than airplanes," it was true she had done it once and it had taken a lot out of her so she had not attempted it a second time.

An odd noise coming from outside the school building made her ears metaphorically perk up (she wasn't a neko or a kitsune, so her ears didn't move, but she did have ultra-sensitive senses). Outside was the owner of the apartment building she lived in, fighting with two people. Her attention snapped back to the classroom when their teacher began to speak. She shifted uneasily in her seat when no one moved to get the papers from his desk and sighed, standing up. She walked over to the desk and took the papers, handing them out to the students and trying not to be slightly jealous that everyone did better than her on the quiz.

By the look of things, Kuma had gotten lost forgetting where the classes were from last year. Hmm I wonder when they moved things around.” She wondered around for a moment and seeing an open spot by a window in the hallway, she stopped there just long enough to get her bearings. Kuma sighed and looked outside just in time to see the landlady, what was her name again/, fight with someone. Well it wasn’t really a fight as it was pretty one sided but she could tell from where she stood the lady ws clearly upset by the old couple. Seeing as it wasn’t much of her business, Kuma left the window and went in search of her classroom once more.

After a minute of walking she finally came across the room and walked inside. It seemed the girl she had given a ride was already there, the other student’s she didn’t recognize really but she had seen them around before. This was the first year she was in a different class than the one she was in normally. Not that it bothered her really. Kuma glanced over at their teacher and couldn’t help but let a small smile appear on her lips. I think I’ll like this class very much.

Taking a seat in the middle of the rows, Kuma made sure she sat next to the window so she could always look outside. Resting her chin in her hand, Kuma looked forwards after staring outside for a moment and gave the teacher a little bit of her attention. Holding back a yawn, Kuma barely managed to keep her eyes open as the teacher spoke. When she heard her name being called, her ears perked up and she opened her previously closed eyes. They were for a brief moment bright and alert before they closed and reopened in a split second to once more take on that uninterested gaze.

She transferred her hand from her chin to the side of her face as she shifted into a more relaxed position. All the while she kept her gaze on the teacher, whom she did not know his name yet. When he had asked for someone to take the papers from his desk, being the lazy person she was, Kuma sat where she was. Maybe with a more tired look than before as her eyes followed the girl (Miiko) as she passed out the papers. Guessing from the fact that she hadn’t received any, Kuma assumed it was some sort of assignment they did before she moved to this class. With a shrug of her shoulders, Kuma shifted in her chair so her back would partially lean against the window sill as she waited for the class to get started.

Tatsuya Steele

Tatsuya woke with a start, mainly because of the sound of his foster parents voice calling out to him. Glancing at the clock that was at his bedside, his eyes widened just a fraction. “Crap! I’m gonna be late!” The young hybrid quickly threw on some clothes and grabbed a bit of something for breakfast and walked quickly to the school. Of course he had an appearance to uphold so he made sure he didn’t make it too apparent that he was in a rush. Keeping his facial expression blank, Tatsuya quickly arrived at the school but not before seeing the clock in one of the hallways tick away the minutes of him being late.

A slight frown appeared on his face as he glared at the clock before heading down the halls towards his classroom. Standing in front of the closed door, Tatsuya made sure he was presentable and ran a hand through his hair, allowing anyone remaining in the hallway’s to catch a glimpse of dark eyes. He readjusted his scarf, something he always wore as it was really one of the few possession’s he had that was [his

Clearing his throat, Tatsuya slide the door open and quietly entered the room. He glanced at Mr. Arumoto but didn’t say a word as he sat himself down next to his fellow student, Rem. The glare he had a while ago changed into a cold scowl as he rested his chin on his hand and looked over at the teacher. He noticed a piece of paper on his desk and looked over it. The results from last week’s quiz, he didn’t do too bad but he most certainly didn’t ace it. Usually he got average grades in the class and excelled more so in the physical department.

Since Miiko was passing out the papers, he took the time to look around and noticed two new faces. One was a brown haired kid (Trayton) and a tall dark, white haired girl (Kuma). More like a woman, geez she looks like she’s in college. His scowl deepened just a bit but realizing he was staring a near blush speckled his cheeks. Rubbing his eyes, Tatsuya shifted his attention back to the front of the room and rested his eyes on Mr. Arumoto.

Trayton

Trayton's eyes grew wide at Miiko's response. She really can fly! It must be amazing to fly through the sky! He thought to himself. He noticed Miiko look at something through the window, but he wasn't next to the window and couldn't see whatever it was that distracted her. Then the teacher spoke, snapping Trayton's attention to the front of the room. Trayton wanted to ask the girl more about flying, but he knew that he shouldn't talk now that the teacher had started. It's probably rude to jump in and ask a bunch of questions all at once anyway. He told himself while trying to calm his excitement.

The teacher asked that someone take care of the papers, but Trayton didn't know what was supposed to be done with them, so he remained seated. He saw that, after a moment's hesitation, Miiko stood up, gathered the papers and started handing them out to all but a few students, himself not getting one since this was his first day. Even though there wasn't much going on, Trayton carefully watched everything that happened in the room, learning all he could, this was his first time in a school after all. He took note of who arrived late and who arrived early. He also looked to see everyone's mood, which for the most part seemed more tired than anything else.

It still wasn't clear to Trayton how things would work in school, But the purpose of school had been explained to him. It had been suggested that he attend school to learn more about the culture and make some friends. The sailors on the cargo ship had taught him most of what students usually learned by his age, so he was enrolled in a grade with others his age. The sailors had told him to say he was homeschooled before now if anyone asked.

So he listened to the suggestion and now he was finally attending a school. It was an exciting thing for Trayton, he had never thought he would end up going to school.

Kuma White

A lot had happened in the past day or two. For the most part Kuma did her best to stay out of trouble. When the protestors had been outside the other day, Kuma had been watching them from her window and sort of frowned when she realized her bike was still there. "Aw my bikes down there." With a pout she got up after the announcements came on, ignoring Ms. Karin's words. Kuma ended up having to walk back to the apartment complex. Although there was a lot of grumbling involved Kuma opened the door to her small compartment without much of a scratch on her body. The few people she did pass shrunk in themselves once they realized her height.

Dropping her things off by the door, Kuma slipped out of her shoes then socks and eventually everything before stepping into her room and falling on top of her bed. A pout on her face she didn't bother trying to get into bed properly. "Woke up early in the morning pedaled, even crashed into that one girl. And for what? To go back home cuz of some bunch of protestors." Growling a bit, Kuma reached out and pulled herself closer towards the middle of the bed and fell asleep.

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Waking up ass she did normally Kuma got ready for the day and was soon heading down the stairs for school. For once her school day wasn't just any other school day but something much more. By lunch time, Kuma had found herself a secluded spot near the outdoor theater. Eventually a bunch of people streamed in make her tense and grumble a bit however her grouchy mood, having been intruded upon, changed when that scream filled the air. At first Kuma had simply stood there watching with indifference for the most part but that scream, that scream stunned her.

Dropping the food she had in her hands. Kuma's body visibly became rigid and soon began to shake. Her pupils dilated then shrunk to mere slots, her teeth poked out biting her lower lip as anger and fear swelled in her chest. The food she hadn't dropped was thrown aside and soon enough Kuma was pushing and shoving the crowd aside. Which wasn't that hard for her to do .considering her massive height and incredible strength. After a certain point the whispers of a huge hybrid making their way to the stage came to the ears of a few individuals and so when they heard grumbles and yells they quickly got of the way.

The sound of a gunshot made her ears twitch and she cringed just a bit. As she got closer and closer to the stage the smell of blood came about. The smell made her blood curdle with hate and disgust. Someone's hurt. Let it be those damn bastards. Sadly Kuma's wish was not granted when she reached the stage. On the ground was Miiko, whose wing was cut to the bone, and beside her was Trayton a bloody splotch on his shoulder. Ms. Karin was there too with a gun which surprised her but not as much as to what the bullets did to the man her landlady shot.

While Karin's attention was elsewhere, Kuma jumped onto the stage only to be tackled right back off. Her body landed with a thud, her head snapped back and hit the floor. Lights danced across her vision but adrenaline soon kicked in. Throwing the body off her, Kuma sat up and watched as the man whom Ms. Karin had shot ran off into the crowd. "The bastard! Ouch!" She yelped when she put her hand n the ground, bringing it up closer for inspection and saw that it was already starting to swell up. Growling a bit, Kuma eventually managed to get back up without the aid of her left arm and looked over at her classmates.

An expression of concern settled on her chocolate features and she rubbed the back of her head tenderly where it had hit the ground. Wincing, a knot had already begun forming. Kuma went to the hospital to see how badly her sprain was which wasn't too bad. After a nutse had iced it then wrapped it up tightly in gauze Kuma went to explore a bit. She got to the reception desked and asked where Miiko was staying. The lady gave it to her but told her she would have to wait a little while before she could check in on her.

Aknowledging the lady, Kuma went to the waiting room and found that Trayton was there as well. The first thing she noticed about him wasn't the sling but the worryful expression he wore. A soft frown on her face Kuma plopped right on down in a chair across from him. Facing Trayton she gave him a small smile, "Crazy day huh?" Her words fell out flat and it was obvious she was trying to fill the void. Rubbing her head, Kuma came up close to him so she could look him straight in the eyes. With one finger she poked the middle of his brow, "You're gonna get wrinkles worrying yourself like that." Smiling, Kuma sat back in her chair and folded her arms but then realized she couldn't with her wrist. " I'm sure you're girlfriend will be alright." Giving him a nudge with her foot, "Ya' know I don't think I've introduced myself. I'm Kuma, Kuma White a hybrid as you can tell from the ears and no I'm not a rabbit. I'm a polar bear. And you?"

Trayton

When the doctor told him that Miiko's wing would be ok, Trayton was relieved to know that much. Her wings were important to her, or at least that's what Trayton thought. "Thank you doctor, for doing what you can." he said to the doctor. The doctors didn't want Miiko to have any visitors yet, so Trayton continued to wait to find out more.

It wasn't until she poked him that Trayton realized Kuma had even entered the room. "You're gonna get wrinkles worrying yourself like that. Kuma said before sitting back in her chair. Trayton just looked at her, his expression not changing. Then she introduced herself and Trayton felt he should do so as well. "My name is Trayton Takahashi and I'm a monkey hybrid, as you could probably tell from my tail. I know my first name is English and my second is Japanese, that's because I was adopted. And she isn't my girlfriend, at least, I don't think so. I don't think we've known each other long enough for that." Trayton said as the look of worry faded from his face, replaced by a slight expression of... curiosity maybe? He didn't seem the least bit embarrassed about Kuma calling Miiko his girlfriend though. "And yeah, you're right, I guess worrying won't help anyone, it's still hard not to worry though." Tryaton said. "So, what brought you here, to the hospital? Is Miiko a friend of yours as well, or are you here for something else?" Trayton asked.

Miiko Ito

Miiko gasped as she returned to the world of the living, the tube in her throat making it difficult to breathe. She winced at the pain that flooded her body and wished she could go back to being unconscious if not to escape from the horrible feeling, but to escape from the reality of what had just happened. Miiko couldn't tell if she had her wings, the only part of her body that was numb was her back and it filled her with a sensation of dread. What if they couldn't save it? What if the doctor had cut her wing off? Miiko moved around a bit to try and determined if it was still there only to moan in agony.

Then Miiko remembered Trayton and her eyes widened, she pushed back a strand of bloodied blonde hair from her face and slowly craned her neck to look out the window of the room, but she couldn't see anything. Was he alright? She remembered the gunshot ringing out in the outdoor theater. A machine beeped and she turned her head towards it only to find a half empty blood bag and an epidermal machine attached to an IV pole on the side where the beeping was coming from. Miiko's mind suddenly felt foggy and the quick, sharp breaths that had been making her ribs crackle slowed until she slipped back into the comfort of darkness.

Kuma White

Watching him, his facial expression changed little which made her worry she had gone to far, but then he began to introduce himself. My name is Trayton Takahashi and I'm a monkey hybrid, as you could probably tell from my tail. I know my first name is English and my second is Japanese, that's because I was adopted. And she isn't my girlfriend, at least, I don't think so. I don't think we've known each other long enough for that."

A single white brow rose upon his last choice of words. It was accompanied by a bemused smile, "You don't think so? Hmm you must be some guy to not know when you have a girlfriend or not. Here's some advice from your senior. Never miss the opportunity or you may regret it." Although her words of advice may not have actually helped the younger hybrid.

"And yeah, you're right, I guess worrying won't help anyone, it's still hard not to worry though." Tryaton said. "Yeah I think it'd be weird if you didn't." A small laugh escaped her lips and she gave him an apologetic look due to the situation at hand. "So, what brought you here, to the hospital? Is Miiko a friend of yours as well, or are you here for something else?" Trayton asked. Kuma leaned back into her chair, looking at everything but him. Almost as if she had gotten lost in her own world. Then a sheepish smile played on her lips. Raising her arm, she pointed with her good hand at the her bandaged wrist.

"Oh nothing serious. Just sprained my wrist after being tackled by the human turned hybrid guy. I must say, I wonder why Ms. Karin would even carry around that sort of weapon. Oh well people have their worries as do I. I'm not particularly close to Miiko, we've been in the same class before but we never really spoke much. Probably cuz I was sleeping half the time." At that point in the conversation Kuma scratched her chin absent-mindedly.

That's when the very woman she mentioned earlier showed up. However the moment she opened her mouth, Kuma could see a lecture of sorts coming on so she zoned out ad only heard snippets. You two. The Blah blah blah inst safe blah. Blah blah blahToo much is happening blah blah blah. Blah blah blah to enroll blah blah private blah blah school blah blah blah." After she said private, Kuma completely zoned out cutting her off for the time being. And it obviously showed in how Kuma presented herself. Stretching to her full length, Kuma slouched in her chair a bored expression on her face. That is until the tail and ears popped out, although this didn't surprise her too much. Having lived in. That apartment complex for as long as she has and you get to figure people out pretty quickly.

"Surprise! I too am a hybrid. A wolf hybrid to be exact. I just don't want you to suffer like I had to." At hearing this Kuma couldn't help but snicker at her landlady's choice of words. " Suffer like you did. What makes you think we haven't already? Besides you being a hybrid isn't really all that surprising. You always did smell kinda funny so I assumed you weren't as you said you were." She said plaintively and with a shrug of her shoulders she addressed what Ms. Karin had said earlier.

" So what your saying is we have to go to a private school to stay away from those who wish us harm. Now isn't that a great way of dealing with a problem, by running away and hiding amongst ourselves." Her words came out dry and it almost seemed like Kuma was offended. However her tone of voice and her posture spoke two different things.

Trayton

Trayton mulled over Kuma's words in his head. Never miss an opportunity or you may regret it. Perhaps that's good advice. He thought to himself. Taking opportunities is what got me out of slavery to begin with, and then taking another opportunity is what put me in Japan and allowed me to meet good people, like Miiko. I should take this advice to heart. He finished this thought just as Karin walked up to the two of them.

Trayton listened as Karin spoke, then she announced that she was a hybrid as well. There was a stunned look of surprise on Trayton's face. "You're a hybrid!" His words came out almost like a shout as he jumped to his feet. Then he sat back down sheepishly. "Sorry, it just surprised me. I, I guess we can get to that in a minute. I have to agree with Miss White, we can't just run from the problem, separating us from other humans would only serve to make humans less comfortable with us. That would just give the bad guys what they want. No, we need to continue to face the problem or we'll never get anywhere." Trayton stated that last part resolutely. Relaxing a bit, he then said. "And why have you been hiding that you're a hybrid?"