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Aeon Shirokami

"You are wasting my time, so disappear."

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a character in “Love School Drama”, as played by Equilibrium

So begins...

Aeon Shirokami's Story

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"There are meetings that are said to be of fate, but our meeting is just pure coincidence."



Worthless. The perfect word to describe this so-called beach trip. This was the irrevocable opinion of Aeon Shirokami or rather Aeon Belrose as known by the public which included his fellow students of Airdalen High. He had actually been absent for quite some time and had just returned recently. There were certain affairs that he had to deal with personally. It had took much time than he had anticipated. As such when he was able to attend his classes once more, he was suddenly dragged into some trip. He could still remember the chiding comments of the Principal about his participation when he had decided to decline. There was also the rather cheesy acting of being ungrateful and such. In the end, he had come even with his great distaste for it. At the very least, he was not forced to interact with the other students or to join any sort of activities. There was also his solo accommodations which he preferred. For him, these two were the only positive things in this beach event of theirs.

Standing from his bed, Aeon had looked at his wristwatch. It was about time for them to leave and returned to their respective houses. This was the only part where he felt excitement in the entire duration of their supposedly fun trip. Just to be clear, it is not because he hated the sun, the sea, and all related activities that he had decided to spend most of his time at the comfort of his lodging. Rather, it was because he did not want to be bothered or be dragged by his fellow students in their completely ridiculous plans. He could still remember the yelling portion of their trip before arriving here. If he had his way, he had already destroyed their throat. It was truly infuriating. All in all, he disliked his companions and preferred to go to such an outing at his own leisurely pace. Thus, he avoided them like the plague and stayed in his room in complete peace.

Grabbing his duffel bag, Aeon noticed a piece of paper that fell on the floor. He picked it up and his eyes narrowed with irritation. He had almost forgot about the other thing that he had described as worthless. It was the rather idiotic Junior-Senior program. He had inwardly reminded himself never to leave his school unattended for long periods of time. Somehow, troublesome matters kept popping around him one after another. It made him wonder if he had slighted some divinity or was such a horrible criminal in his past life. Perhaps, it was even both. Anyway, he had discussed this with the Principal for him to be withdrew from the program. However, another set of fake tears and backhanded persuasions rendered his complaints useless. As a result, he was stuck with a junior. He never liked being a mentor-type of person. The only exemption was with his little brother.

"Misao Keiko."

Muttering under his breath, Aeon crumpled the paper and threw it in the waste bin which went in rimless. It was the name of his supposedly junior. He had no idea who the person was or what she looked like. He even just assumed that it was girl as Keiko was a common name for the opposite gender. Other than her name, he has no idea what she was like and he did not really care to know at all. To him, this was yet another troublesome chore to be done. If that was the case, he would dejectedly do it. After all, he did not want to have another dialogue with the Principal. That person was already getting to his nerves which he was not very much pleased with. He had enough problems already and the Principal just keeps on adding in giving such crappy reason as school spirit. Regrettably, the Principal was one of the very few people he allows some kind of leniency. Releasing a long sigh, he finally exited his cabin and made his way to the bus.

As expected, there was quite a crowd of students. Others were trying to get ahead of another probably to get good seats. Aeon really does not see why one must waste such an effort on such trivial things. They were all still seats and nothing about it could be changed. In any case, he made his way through the crowd without much effort as his height, built, and rather intimidating presence gave him a free ticket to pass unhindered. However after a few steps, he felt something impending his foot from taking another step. Looking down below, he saw a bag with the dye of sky blue if he had concluded correctly. It took him a few seconds to decided whether to pick it up or simply walk away from it. In the end, he decided to pick it up and wondered who was the foolish owner of the said bag. His eyes once more focused its sight in front of him and noticed a girl (Keiko) crouched on the ground. He was certain that girl was not playing hide-and-seek. If he would guess, she was either avoiding the crowd or lost something. Thus, he approached him within a matter of few seconds with his long legs.

Image"Oi. This is your bag. Take it."

There was no ounce of warmth or gentleness in his tone. Instead, it was with casual indifference yet there was a subtle hint of concern if one would really take a long time to interpret it. Aeon's eyes of deep mauve gazed at her (Keiko) unflinchingly which seems to mirror his indigo-hued hair that was being gently played by the light breeze. He wore a semi-loose dark blue collared dress shirt which revealed his collarbones due to one of the upper buttons being undone. It was partnered with dark gray pants and casual black shoes. Furthermore, he wore a matching long trench coat. His attire alone makes him stand out from the rest. He seemed out of place but somehow it fitted him to be so. There was also his rather stunning looks with a perfect combination of masculine and feminine aspects. Some of the students looked at them. It was either of curiosity or admiring the scene. Regardless, the crowd seemed to circle around them instead passing through. It seemed that an unspoken agreement was suddenly in placed not to interrupt the two. As for Aeon, he was not concerned by the attention they were garnering. It was not of a big deal. Rather, he was waiting for the girl (Keiko) to take back her bag. The sooner she does so the faster he could take a seat in the bus. He was beginning to think that picking the bag as being troublesome. As such, he stood there in front of her without saying another word as he presented the bag in front of her (Keiko).

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I'll wait.. was Keiko's deduction as the best solution to handling the situation of her adventurous handbag. There were far too many students in the area and more toes were bound to be stepped on. While she had her own manner of grace, it was near impossible to be graceful in such a tightly packed space where there was little to no room to breathe. So she stayed crouching for some time, her eyes locked on her handbag as time went by. Annoyingly, some legs and shoes had gotten in the way of her view of her property and she was sure that at some point someone had nearly stepped on her in her blockage of a crouched position but she stayed firm in her spot and stubborn. She had valuables in that bag, her mobile phone being one of them even though she had no family or friends to call, along with her wallet and saved up money from her part-time weekend job which she had no choice but to take on. It was hard having a case of amnesia, it also felt extremely lonely having no one to feel a deep connection with but all she could do was try to get by, make a living until the time came she would receive all the answers she could ever hope for and discover just who was that girl she stared at beyond the mirror.

Her eyes squinted as she started to notice that the shoes were all heading towards a single direction, too focused on her bag to realise that the singular movement almost forming an organised line was because the bus was almost leaving. Instead she thought of the opportunity of a vacant space more happily, her handbag would be with her again shortly as soon as the shoes of the other students was out of sight and she wouldn't have to worry about getting through a crowd which already had made her very uneasy. Her eyes could only squint more as she made out a pair of unidentifiable casual black shoes make contact with her bag as she bit her lip sadly, only able to hope that her things weren't about to get plummeted by a stampede of sorts. Now that she had a chance to really think about it, it wasn't that far fetched if the singular organised line sped up a little bit. I don't think I can afford another bag.. I really liked that one. She thought, going so far as to say liked in past tense as if the bag was already lost and destroyed to her though her eyes looked on and could only confirm the opposite, that the bag was still in one piece.

Instead of more shoes, she spotted a hand reach down and grab her bag by the strap leaving her almost breathless. Noo, why my bag? she thought, biting her lip a little harder a little afraid to lift her head to see who had taken it as her mind imagined up all types of people. Maybe it was a thief like the ones in books who steal from the rich to give to the poor? But then again, Keiko wasn't rich as well.. and she wouldn't count having a part-time job as something luxurious and that handbag wasn't the most fancy or even branded, it was just all she could afford. While it was a pretty sky blue shade, it was also obvious that it had been used over and over again, the zipper metal piece thin and gaining rust while the strap itself was becoming worn out like it could fall apart at any given point if someone would tug it hard enough. What was the most strange was that the bag was nearing her view rather than fading away into the distance out of her grasps and that included the pair of black shoes.

"Oi. This is your bag. Take it." Keiko was surprised as her eyes looked on at her bag, realising that it was being returned to her instead of stolen. How am I supposed to react to this? she thought troubled, one of her fingers moving mindlessly against the ground in front of her shoes. It was becoming uncomfortable to continue crouching but she was still afraid of facing the person who was up there above her. She continued to notice strange shifts in movements just by looking on at shoes as guidance. It appeared people were moving around them rather than going between them, making the little incident seem more personal than she would have liked though she welcomed it, it was better than crowds. After a few hesitant seconds, she slowly and nervously raised her head reassuring herself that she was going to look at the clouds and sky instead, the beautiful sun- not that she would be facing another human being like herself. The male (Aeon) presence was quiet enough to allow her to fool herself.

ImageUpon looking up, she was in a daze, looking through him (Aeon) rather than at him, still trying to fool herself that looking directly at the person was not her intention but that the intention was to actually admire the sky behind him, the scenery and the beauty of nature that continued on peacefully even though her memories and past life had not. It was hard, very hard and at some point it even felt rude so eventually her eyes focused in on the male student (Aeon) who had been kind enough to help an unfortunate stranger like herself. "Keiko thanks you.." she said once before shaking her head to correct herself. "Sorry..I-I mean, I humbly thank you for your kindness." she stammered, reaching out slowly to take the strap of her bag out of his hand that for a moment, her fingers brushed his but it was an unconscious action as she was solely focused on retrieving what was hers.

The male (Aeon) student was handsome to some degree to have managed to cause the consequent stutters but Keiko simply stood up and bowed her head a second after, her hand starting to fiddle with the collar of her polo shirt as her auburn eyes dully stared at the man's (Aeon) black shoes as she straightened up her posture. Her plain, dark, black jeans felt strained as she stood up after the long time of crouching around. "You seem bothered by this.. Keiko apologises for getting in your way." she said in a monotone, flicking her collar to the side so it was evenly balanced. She had deducted that he was bothered by her on a hunch. In a strange way, she felt that she could see a bit of herself in him. The male (Aeon) wasn't like the others as was her, it appeared some students had gotten tan or some other signs of obvious exposure to the sun's rays but her and him (Aeon) weren't like the rest in that way. He must have been like her, having stayed inside somewhere rather than out having fun with the others. She may have been wrong to conclude such nonsense but it helped her feel better. Besides hesitation and a bit of stuttering, her tone was lifeless and empty like a doll without a soul to the regular outsider as her thoughts continued to tick in her head. As much as she liked to think she could relate to someone, she wouldn't have been shocked to hear she was wrong.

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"It seems troublesome days are coming my way."



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"Keiko?"

An echoing question filled his thoughts. Once the bag was lifted from his hand, Aeon wanted to leave her (Keiko) alone. He has no further desire to initiate any meaningless conversations between the two of them. However, his entire plan changed within seconds as a familiar name floated out of the girl's (Keiko) mouth. If he had heard correctly and he was certain that he does not have faulty ears, she called herself by the name Keiko in third person. He highly doubted that it was just an expression to make people think she (Keiko) is adorable or something. In any case, he wondered if this was some kind of humorous trick which no one was laughing including him. It would have been wonderful if the Junior was nowhere in sight for the rest of his school term so, the Principal could no longer pester him about his participation in school activities and programs. He just needed to finish one year and he is out of the Airdalen High. Thinking that way, somehow makes things more worse for him. He had wanted a peaceful and annoyance-free environment for his last year. Yet, he was not that lucky in that way. The idea of being cursed was becoming such a welcoming thought to his predicaments.

As a result, Aeon remained unmoving in his position. He was rather torn from the want to ignore her and to concede with his responsibility as a Senior partner. Observing the stuttering girl before him, she was much like a corpse being manipulated by the threads of consequences around her. A sense of eerie familiarity plagued just for a very brief moment. The apology that seemed to be directed at his state of seeing this as a nuisance served her well. He had deduced from that she was not some kind of a bimbo and had somewhat kind of insight. Perhaps, she would not be much of an annoyance as he had originally thought. In any case, he did not want another baffling discussion with the Principal. He could already imagine what he will be put through if the Principal ever gets wind of this event. So, there was only one path for him to take in this matter. Without further ado, he went and confirmed his suspicions.

"Misao Keiko. If that is your name, I will be your Senior partner. The name is Belrose Aeon."

With that said, Aeon walked passed her (Keiko) and did not even wait for a proper response. There was not even a trace of friendliness in his voice as it was placid and curt. He had already given her (Keiko) the information that she would ever need. It would be good to show the girl (Keiko) that he was not the kind to be bothered with trivial things. This could apply to anything related to those bonding activities. He has no desire to forge a bond with a person that he would probably never see again once he graduates. Furthermore, he gauged her (Keiko) as someone who could obviously see that and would mostly leave him alone unless, the Principal decides to do something completely bizarre for him to describe. Sometimes, he wonder if that person just liked making his life harder every chance that could be presented. In any case, he headed towards the bus entrance bypassing the formed line. Some of the students wanted to complain but upon recognizing him, their voice seemingly vanished. There were also some blushes directed by the female population and an added rumor of being surprised to see him here. All in all, no one bothered complaining as they allowed his actions. Reaching the entrance to the bus, he took a moment to look over his shoulder towards her (Keiko).

"Don't just stand there."

After saying that, Aeon entered the bus and could see some of the students already sitting and passing time with their own affairs. There was also a girl (Sera) standing in the middle of the bus probably allowing the pink-haired girl (Momo) to take a seat first. Ignoring them all together, he took the nearby seat which was on the right side of the bus. He took one of the 3rd row seats and situated himself at the window. He placed his duffel bag on the floor before him as it was not that bulky to begin with. There was not much of clothes he took with him to this trip since it was just for a day. When he was already comfortable, he took out his Ipod and inserted his earphones to drown out the unnecessary noises. He did not want the repeat where the ceaseless shouting annoyed him. Selecting a playlist, the music began playing through his ears. It was then he placed his elbow at the armrest of his seat and made the back of his left hand as a cushion of his cheek. His form had a rather slack presentation but with the mixture of somewhat regal elegance even without the intention to do so.

Aeon looked much like painting or sculpture worthy at Louvre. At this point, he was not even trying to do so as his eyes were closed and those long eyelashes feathery touched his skin. As for the empty seat beside him, Aeon was rather certain no one would take it. No one had ever done so to begin with. He did not care for their reasons for it was favorable for him. However if someone had the guts to do so, he would not mind as well. Everything will be fine in his world as long as he was not bothered personally. So for now, he casually listened to his music as he waited for the bus to leave or perhaps some poor soul to dare interrupt his personal space.

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I said something incorrect? Keiko was thoroughly scared, shaky, fidgety and confused as the student who returned her bag (Aeon) didn't reply to her words for a while. She wasn't a confident person and decided in the eerie silence that she had said something wrong and shouldn't have said at all, particularly to a stranger. What she said wrong though, she wasn't entirely sure. It was just a feeling, and even though his (Aeon's) expressions weren't giving away as much as an ounce of a reaction nor were his general movements if there was any to be noticed in the first place, she sensed from the silence itself that she had said something he didn't expect to hear and was therefore presumably silent as to how to continue the conversation if a conversation was going to take place that is. At least, that's a reason that would bring her to silence as it did back then when she didn't expect her bag to be returned so nicely. Of course this student (Aeon) wasn't her so there was no telling if what she thought was the truth, it was only a guess, an estimation, a poke into a matter that couldn't be confirmed except from the very source itself.

Maybe I-I was rude because I didn't ask for a name, I said my name a few times without asking for a proper way to address him.. was that rude? I-I wouldn't want to be rude to someone who was kind enough to give my bag back.. Her eyes shifted from side to side lost not knowing how to handle situations like this. She hadn't talked to anyone her age, holding an actual conversation come to think of it since she got out of the hospital. Keiko wasn't sure if this bag return even counted as a conversation considering the two of them had said so very little but a conversation with someone her age would have been nice. The boy (Aeon) finally spoke up which startled her out of her thoughts, "Misao Keiko. If that is your name, I will be your Senior partner. The name is Belrose Aeon."

"Y--" she was prepared to reply straight away because that's how grateful she was that it didn't remain such an awkward atmosphere yet it just got more awkward as he didn't wait for her to complete her words and walked right past her like nothing had happened, like he didn't know her. Keiko stood still as Aeon passed her by as still as could be. She honestly didn't see that coming yet she smiled softly as her head lowered depressingly. Of course.. that's how it is. I don't even know myself, why do I expect people to want to know me? Keiko easily compared it to just moments ago when she was apologising for stepping on toes and had just been ignored. Keiko was generally trying but time and time again just accepted the cold shoulder treatment, having nothing to say to respond to that behaviour particularly in this case since Aeon wasn't even going to wait a few more measly seconds to listen.

She clutched her bag's strap tightly with both hands as if an act to reassure her and her nerves before plopping it on her shoulder. It was just another encounter with another person, nothing more or less. Keiko didn't expect that the two would become friends or close, especially not after that first impression Aeon had received of her or that she supposed he had received as someone who was 'just in the way'. It made absolute sense. There's nothing to be expected here.. she deducted, a hand brushing through her brown hair that shone as orange in the sunlight.
"Don't just stand there." Keiko's body slightly quivered as she found herself startled and surprised again. She had just finished deducting that nothing was going to happen, yet something did. Aeon huh.. she thought over, confirming that name in her limited memory before turning around and managing to catch a glimpse of his back before he vanished inside the bus. She smiled again softly to herself as she slowly made her way to the back of the line. It was startling, but a good startle if she could call it that.

Eventually, she stepped onto the bus with her handbag dangling over her shoulder, swinging back and forth as she walked at a naturally slow pace. Although she had long, slender legs she liked to take her time with small steps to admire her surroundings especially as she had very little to connect to, very few dots to link when it came down to the nitty gritty of her memories.
The bus already felt crowded and cramped by the time she had entered, and so her claustrophobic feeling of being unable to breathe like it would be in a tightly packed tin of sardines started to resurface as her shoulders budged slightly inwards, giving off the impression she wanted to keep to herself. The quickest way to deal with this fear was to take a seat, the nearest available seat possible and avoid the hassle of standing around in the aisle and being pushed to and fro especially since two girls (Momo and Sera) had briefly held the line up in front of her making her more nervous by the second about the pushing and shoving.

Keiko sat down at the first free seat her eyes set upon and sighed, leaning her head back against the headrest and using the back of her hand to wipe her forehead under her fringe having a peaceful moment to herself. After the relief though, she soon turned to the window and found she had forgotten to check who she would be seated next to since she was too busy trying to escape the crowded frenzy. It was a boy with shaggy dark brown hair (Kei) wearing headphones, seemingly lost in his own world which reminded her of herself again and how she sometimes got lost in her books. It strangely made her smile, again trying to relate herself to someone like she did to Aeon before and leaning down in front of her to place her handbag underneath the seat in front of them. Keiko this time though, knew better than to expect a conversation to break out and if things were to remain this peaceful the whole bus trip, she would be fine with it also.

Unexpectedly, her own peace was broken as the person sitting in front of them leaned their seat back without warning, the back of the seat bumping against Keiko's head as she was trying to place her bag underneath. "Ah--k" she rubbed her head but just sat up normally, the idea of confronting the incident not even passing her mind.

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Climbing into the bus, Jonathan scanned for any available seats that wasn't shared as of yet. His eyes fell across the faces of each unfamiliar student, each one being a potential rose, or a possible thorn, for him during his next year or so. There were so few unoccupied seats, but he had to get past a pair of girls, one dark-skinned (Sera) and the other with obnoxiously pink hair (Momo), and God, was that hair pink. To him, the same color as Pepto Bismol.

He was already annoyed that he had to come on this forsaken trip, and the fact that these two were holding up the line as if they were at the mall or something was making it even more annoying. Sure, this might have been a bad first impression, but he just didn't fit in all that easily.

Then, the students became smart, finally learning to move around the two roadblocks. He was still too far in the front of the bus to get to the vacant bench he was aiming for, past the roadblocks, but it had seemed as if another student, some blond-haired kid (Silas), had set their eyes on it and reached it before him.

Well, shit, Jonathan said to himself, feeling awkward about having to introduce himself. He sure as hell didn't want to give off a bad impression, which could possibly backfire and make his new life here in Japan a possible hell. Not feeling like walking past the two girls that are still taking their wonderful time, he looked for a nearby, empty seat, with his eyes landing upon one next to some blue-haired guy (Aeon) with headphones to his right.

Well, here goes... Jonathan assured to himself, before claiming the seat besides the "rock" of blue hair.

"I hope you don't mind me sitting here, new blue-haired dude." He called out as he planted his bag, nearly devoid of its contents sans the personal belongings, onto the floor next to the bench and taking the seat for himself.

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Tch, that brat. Devone settled on blaming Kaoru for her delay on boarding the bus when she was previously already at the very front of the line before he interrupted her peace. Nonetheless, he was quite a defensive little runt when I mentioned secrets.. that only confirms he’s got a skeleton in his closet that he’s afraid I’ll find. Pity, I don’t have the time right now. She concluded though being so easy-going left a sour taste in her mouth. And so does a few other things.. Devone closed her eyes a moment in an attempt to erase last night’s scenario out of her head as she stepped onto the bus but it became more troublesome to forget as other students could be heard in the background engaged in gossip over the details. Devone catching a few words shot such students a cold over the shoulder glare that immediately halted them in their tracks, both conversation and literally knowing Devone would resort to almost anything; her wrath holding no limits to what she could accomplish once her mind was made up. She'd frankly, make anyone's life hell if they got on her bad side or served a purpose which would benefit her personally; Akira serving as sufficient proof though probably not the worst of actions she had committed. It was as if there no line between what was right and what was wrong, or fair and unfair; Devone would have her way and hardly ever feel a sense of remorse. For the most part, she was indifferent with very few things let alone people tugging at her heartstrings. Why bother to care for things when they can be replaced? Why waste your time and effort caring for people when relationships can be faked? Such pettiness of which the world endures yet adores.

Her black hair flowed behind her back as she turned on the spot in a perfect demonstration of femininity and grace before continuing to walk down the aisle for a suitable seat. At this rate unfortunately enough for her, it appeared she would have to make do and sit with someone as there were no fully vacant spots for her taking unless she resorted to some form of manipulation. The day’s morning events still lingered unconsciously, leaving her feeling as if she was lacking her usual energy and spice so manipulation wasn't on the agenda any time soon until her eyes scanned a little more and briefly settled on a face that got her thoughts processing like clockwork gears. Well, well, well.. Her deep blue eyes pierced in the direction of a fellow senior (Aeon) and in the few seconds she spared, Devone found herself intrigued. There was no doubt that he stood out amongst peers especially to her with his stoic poise and attire to match. I wonder.. Her eyes narrowed as if bored as she walked past him (Aeon) and the red-head (Jonathan) casually as they were conversing though her thoughts were still drawn to a fascination of what prospects this little sight-seeing could entail. In all her years at Airdalen, she had the idea fixated that she was the only one in the whole school who had any taste in the finer things in life but that one violet-haired boy (Aeon) also possessed the majestic air of one in a position of wealth and power. She began backtracking through her mind to determine if she had seen that face before and could recognise something. Surely such a name or face had come up in a business meeting or a fancy occasion of sorts if he was at her level or even higher. Unable to recall such a time, she could only smirk deciding that current happenings were about to get a bit more exciting with someone around of her calibre.

Devone’s hand brushed along the top of people’s seats until she reached one spot she absolutely dreaded but sat down in anyway as it beat standing around, grasping onto a pole to avoid stumbling over. She had seated herself by the aisle, reluctantly beside her former pen pal (Bishop) by the window of whom she had only recently discovered with much disappointment. The boy (Bishop) was foreign, good looking in a sort of rough around the edges sort of way but he really wasn't the type of individual she had imagined him up to be in their letters. And yet here I am in Japan because of you, curses. Devone folded her arms defiantly with no intention of striking up a conversation as she began to close her eyes and lean her body towards the opposite way, not resisting the temptation to fall asleep just so the bus trip would be over and done with. Devone’s lack of energy having to think about what happened to her mother also contributing to the desire to fall asleep and rest. As much as the girl didn't want to worry and contemplate.. time and time again she was making the same mistake- or so she would consider it a grave mistake to feel. I’m affected.. I need to block out these unnecessary emotions if I am to carry on as I am.. And for a passing moment, her eyes opened filled with a deep grieving sorrow hidden behind the blue hue before closing again.

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"Ils viennent dans différentes tailles ... Chance moi ..."



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J'en vois des qui s'donnent, donnent des bijoux
dans le cou
c'est beau mais quand meme
ce ne sont que des cailloux

des pierres qui vous roulent, roulent
et qui vous coulent
sur les joues
j'aime mieux que tu m'aimes
sans depenser des sous

moi je m'en moque
j'envoie valser
les truc en toc
les cages dorees
toi quand tu m'serres tres fort
c'est comme un tresor
et ca
et ca vaut de l'or

The song continued to play as it drowned the hustles and noises of his fellow students. Aeon had remained unmoving from his rather nonchalant poise yet his face had somewhat soften that is barely noticeable. It was due to the music that occupied his senses. This was a particular melody that her mother was singing as of now to his ears. Her mother had a voice to boast but never considered doing it. Although, she does have a habit of singing to him and his father songs in private. In those events, his father would record it to serve as a remembrance or proof of her songs. He remembered there was a time he had asked his mother once why not become a singer. Her answer was definite and short. "I only sing for my most important people." Back then, he could not understand those words clearly. Now, he does completely which makes these recordings precious to him. This was a special thing that she wanted only to share to those she cares about the most. As such, he would always listen to them when he ever gets annoyed or irritated about something. Hearing the voice of his mother always does the trick to ease his flaming heart and remove doubts.

At that time, Aeon was completely oblivious to the eyes of his fellow students on his presence. He did not sense 2 of the other Seniors (Silas and Akira) noticing his attendance or even checking him out on the way to their chosen seats. It was not that hard as he was born naturally to stand out and combining with his rather majestic presence. Getting attention was not that hard to do for him even if he was simply sitting. Actually, he really did not care if people stares at him or whatever they wished to do. It will not be a problem as long as he is not bothered by it on a personal level. So, he relatively relaxed as he continued to listen to the song being played. It was of French origins and he understands and speaks the said language fluently. This was due to his mother teaching him when he was young. In terms of teaching him, his mother was quite the demonic teacher in his description. At the very least, he learned the language. It was also quite helpful as he does not need to use a translator and all of that jazz when communicating to other people especially when he would whisked away to France.

j'en vois des qui s'lancent des regards
et des fleurs
puis qui s'laissent quelque part
ou ailleurs
entre les roses et les choux
j'en connais des tas qui feraient mieux de s'aimer un peu
un peu comme nous
qui nous aimons beaucoup

et d'envoyer
ailleurs
valser
les bagues et les
c'urs
en collier
car quand on s'aime tres fort
c'est comme un tresor
et ca
et ca vaut de l'or

It was then Aeon felt someone occupying the seat beside him. There was no finesse or elegance in that movement as his eyes fluttered open like flower buds blooming for the first time. One of his conclusions was that a male had taken the seat next to him. Looking at his side without moving his head, he saw a red-haired boy (Jonathan) who seemed to be dejected about something. At the very least, the boy (Jonathan) was not much trouble being instructed on what to do. As for the signs of annoyance, the red-haired male (Jonathan) could probably found this beach trip useless or perhaps he has some girl who dumped him. Whatever the case maybe, he generally did not care and even when the boy (Jonathan) spoke as he can see the lips moving. The words that were released did not reach his ears due to the earphones occupying his sense of hearing. He was certain that the his seatmate (Jonathan) was waiting for an answer from him due to his. If that was the case...

Aeon simply turned his head towards the window and leaned onto the thin windowsill. This could be considered as him ignoring the red-haired male (Jonathan) which was true, however, he did not show dislike in having a seatmate. It was fine as long the man (Jonathan) does not become an annoyance to him. He has no intention of starting any conversations just for the case of small talks. He just wanted to use this time for his own form of relaxation and would not be bothered with such meaningless gestures. In any case, if the boy (Jonathan) wanted to initiate trivial conversations, there were others for that. It was not just him for even if he has an open invitation to do so, he would decline it without hesitation. He was not a social person to begin with and he wanted it to remain that way. So, he directed his attention by looking out the window and seeing some of the students running late and many scenes that depicted an average school excursion. He really did not care if the male (Jonathan) considered him rude and the other things that red-haired boy (Jonathan) could concoct in his head. For him, he wanted to finish this trip in silence and peace.

moi pour toujours
j'envoie valser
les preuves d'amour en or plaque
puisque tu m'serres tres fort
c'est la mon tresor
c'est toi
toi qui vaut de l'or

Unknown to Aeon, he had also received another show of interest with another passing Senior (Devone). He did not know that he was slowly garnering a certain sort of popularity. Before this Senior-Junior Program, he had managed to hide himself under the radar and would not even engage with his fellow Seniors unless absolutely necessary. It was not that difficult as most of the time he was out of school tending to some personal affairs at the behest of his father. As for the business and social parties that he had been forced to attend to, he had managed to keep his identity under the wraps with the help of Andrew, his butler. So, it was not that odd if the other Seniors had no idea who he is or had the notion of seeing him for the first time. If it was up to him, he would have continued his old way of attending school. The Principal did comment that he was much like a ghost and that it was no good. He has no problems with that but now, his ideal school life was not being torn in front of him piece by piece. With that thought floating in his head, he closed his eyes once more waiting for the next song to play and let him escape from this stupid reality.

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The turning of the blue-haired student's head (Aeon) was good enough of an answer for Jonathan, but he had also taken in the action as a sign of him not wanting to talk. The earbuds in his ears further supported that, and Jonathan didn't want to make it anymore awkward than what it already was.

Alrighty, then, Jonathan muttered to himself as he retrieved his bag from his side and into his lap. The bag, a white sling styled backpack, was half empty, save whatever food and snacks that weren't consumed during the trip and the spare belongings. What to do, what to do...

He has been in Japan for almost more than a whole week, and he was already having a bad start on things. He wasn't familiar with the culture, and this excursion was nothing but a waste of time. No proper introductions at the school, because they haven't exactly placed him in a class yet, so the trip was probably something that wasn't the best idea. That, and he still has moving boxes to unpack, but that was because of his father trying to push him to make new friends after moving. So much for the first week in Japan.

Looking around, he noticed that the two girls (Momo and Sera) had finally taken their seats, roughly around the middle of the bus, what had seemed to be three or four rows back. It was the pink hair that kept bringing his attention to her, because back in the states, nobody had pink hair like that. He had also spotted a glimpse of another blue-haired student (Kaoru), even though it was a split second and hidden behind by the blond (Silas). The two different hair colors were certainly peaking his curiosity, though. I hope they can...

He was started by a sudden vibration of his right shirt pocket, breaking him away from his train of thought, and by instinct, Jonathan reached for and pulled his phone out. The phone itself was a smart phone, one of those that had a touch-screen built into it, with a lot of nice little features that could prove useful at times.

Heya, sport. This is dad. How's the trip? :-)

Great, he finally learned how to text, he thought to himself, rolling his eyes for a second, before ignoring the message altogether and placing the phone back in its pocket, and pulling out a hand-sized book from one of the smaller compartments of his bag, unaware of the family portrait of his parents and him slipping out and floating to the middle of the bus.

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Keiko knew she wasn’t getting off to the best possible start in socialising with other teenagers but she was trying her best in the end. She had spoken to two people today being Aeon her senior and her seatmate on the bus being Kei which was a vast improvement from speaking to hardly anyone but doctors about a past she couldn’t remember. "That's an interesting coincidence isn't it..." Her eyes gleamed with such childish delight at the agreement she received even though it was over such a trivial matter. Considering she had been ignored a few times and could barely keep up with her senior, it felt like a worthy accomplishment to have someone agree with her in some way, no matter how minor and simple. "Nice to meet you Keiko." “Ah wah thank you!” she bowed formally and twice repetitively a little overwhelmed at such kind words at a first meeting. Aeon had definitely not been as welcoming as Kei but she wasn’t going to compare and complain, people were different in her eyes for sure. She could barely understand herself and her own differences but she was sure of it. As the handshake remained intact, she noticed he had rough but sturdy hands though instead of being intimidated, she was a little intrigued to how strong Kei really was. Keiko had pictured strong people much differently after all the tv shows she had watched but Kei was not like them when it came to attitude and behaviour. A gentleman fighter..? she thought, her lips pursing the shape of her thoughts unconsciously yet again almost like a gold fish. Keiko could be very odd but that was due to the fact she didn’t feel like herself or even know herself.

Keiko’s thought bubbles popped as Kei released his hand from her grip continuing on with an apology, "Sorry, they generally only last a couple of seconds if that." ”Oh we went over the time limit.. Keiko apologises dearly!” she said, bowing her head again once in respect not knowing she was overreacting over another trivial matter. As her head lifted up, she quickly put on a smile as if she was ready to take on the world. ”Keiko will remember that! Mhm hm!” she said enthusiastically with an expressive nod, the gleam in her eyes returning like a lit up candle until Kei dropped her a question to think about. "I haven't seen you before. Are you a Junior by chance?" Keiko stopped facing Kei and leaned back on her chair pausing for a moment. It was an easy question but her amnesia did make it hard to process information sometimes. “Y-y-es.. that’s it. I’m a junior.. just started high school.” Keiko accidentally pointed out the obvious without realising as her index fingers poked together wondering if being a junior was why people like Aeon weren’t taking her seriously. If that was the case, there was nothing she could do about her grade unless she miraculously got moved up ahead of her age but then she wasn’t even sure what she wanted from high school. Keiko only knew it was a stage of her life that she had to complete called ‘receiving education’.

Her eyes looked around at the other students a little impatiently. As happy as she was to meet people, she was also eager to get off the bus as motion sickness was likely when in a travelling vehicle for a long amount of time and she didn’t even know how long the trip was going to be. All she knew was on the way to the beach, she was lost in her book which had turned out to be a bad idea as she was starting to feel motion sickness from focusing on the page of a book while moving about. This time though, she was definitely not going to be doing any long reading having learned her lesson before already on the trip there. As her brown eyes settled on the floor, she noticed there was something in the middle of the aisle not far from where she was seated but it was still hard to see what it was unless she got closer. Keiko waited for Kei’s responses before excusing herself, getting up from her seat and fidgeting with the curious object she had discovered. It was a family portrait of a woman, a man and a boy. Immediately Keiko felt sad as she didn’t know her family and whomever the boy was, he was very fortunate compared to her. She really wish she knew but the more she tried to force the answers in her head, the more it hurt to try to remember and she was gaining nothing in return. Sighing, she looked about the bus for a boy that matched the photo which proved to be not difficult as the redhead (Jonathan) appeared to be seated to someone she was already acquainted with even if briefly; Aeon. Keiko walked towards the boy’s (Jonathan) seat and bent down slightly to hand over the photo to whom she thought it belonged to with a sweet smile that seemed suitable to the moment but was actually her disguise for the grief of not having a family to even call family. “I think this is yours classmate?” she said, placing it on his lap and avoiding the gaze of her senior (Aeon). She wasn’t scared of her senior but she knew well enough he didn’t like being bothered. He (Aeon) was also wearing earphones so maybe he hadn’t noticed she had dropped by to begin with.

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SAIL - AWOLNATION

The small book Jonathan had pulled out was a light brown travel-sized journal, one that had belonged to his mother before she had passed away. As his eyes read each word that were in her handwriting, it was as if each entry was a memory that were unfolding in front of him. While he flipped through the pages, he had noticed something land on his lap, which had somewhat startled him.

“I think this is yours classmate?”

Looking down at it, he quickly realized that it was a family portrait of him and his parents, and he wasn't sure where it came from. Quickly looking up from the picture that was on his lap, he met the eyes of another student (keiko), which he had believed to be a sort of brown in color, her hair being a shade darker than the journal's backing.

Yes, but where did you find this, did it fall to the ground?" Jonathan quickly asked the student (Keiko) as he removed the picture from his lap and placed it back into the journal before placing it into his bag.

"Anyways, thank you for finding it to me." He continued, finishing up on thanking the girl for returning the family portrait to him before it was stepped on or lost. He flashed a quick smile to express his gratitude, but tried to make it look not as awkward as possible, before he broke the eye contact to avoid a slight blush that he felt coming to his cheeks.

Taking a small breath to calm himself, and at the same time trying not to disturb the blue-haired boy (Aeon) next to him, he turned back towards her, "By the way, name's Jonathan. And you are...?"

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"I have no interest in who or what you are, the question is whether you are useful or useless."



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"You'll never fall in love with me, right?"

Deep mauve eyes were once more revealed when Aeon fluttered his eyelids open. The resounding words that played within his mind brought him a certain premonition of trouble. Yet at the same time, there was this feeling of understanding and familiarity. As he lingered on that fleeting thought, he caught sight of two teachers from the corner of his eyes who were having a routine comedic act. It would seem that Ms. Roselle was beating Mr. Drone about something. It does not concern him as even the most mundane things seemed to spark a violent fit from the female teacher. If he had known better, they acted like those predictable couples in overrated soap operas and comics. They were a perfect fit for each other. In any case, he had decided that it does not concern him as he remained on his seat. Although, he did notice some of the students moving about the bus to take different seats.

Returning to gaze at the window beside him, Aeon was completely oblivious to the fact that his Junior Misao Keiko had dropped by to have some form of conversation with his seatmate (Jonathan). It was not his intention to ignore her (Keiko) as he had tuned himself out of his surroundings. However, there was also no guarantee that he would pay attention even if he had chosen to be attentive to the people around him. Either way, he remained still in his position unaware of any punishments which was merely lowered to seating arrangements due to underage drinking and unauthorized partying.

Although, Aeon was slightly curious as his temporary seatmate (Jonathan) raised his hand to garner the attention of the teachers. The red-head (Jonathan) was asking about something by the looks of it. Somehow, the interest was quickly taken away as he returned his attention back to the window near him. There were no more students outside the bus since everyone was now on board which makes him wonder when will they actually depart from the beach. Precious time was being wasted with just staying here for nothing. He wanted to get back to his condominium and take some time for relaxation. Well, he was not sure what kind of rest he could do since there were paperworks waiting for him back at the condominium. He was informed beforehand that there would be some documents that his father will send him. According to his father, tasks like these would help him to be prepared in the future.

In any case, Aeon knew that there was work to be done and rest would have to wait even when he returned back to his house. It was not in his nature not to take responsibility even if it was something that he despises. Adding to that, this so-called vacation was more stressful than anything else. He opted to stay inside his cabin for the whole duration to avoid any type of troublesome activities and conversations. On top of that, he was about to get involved in another social interaction, he has no desire to be so. However, the playing of his music had come to a stop at the exact moment, he noticed a hand leaning over his seat that came from behind. It seemed that another student wanted to get acquainted.

"Hey, I'm Silas,"

Removing his headphones, Aeon looked at the hand for a few good minutes before reacting or saying anything. He looked at the owner of the extended hand and saw it was a fellow Senior, Silas Fuerst, the renowned womanizer and playboy. It seemed his (Silas) reputation was true as he is half-naked and without a care in the world. The man (Silas) was either the type who does not give a damn or rather just the type that likes the attention. Well whatever the case maybe, he was not the kind to totally ignore other people. Actually, it depends on his current mood and he was not that indifferent to common courtesy. After all, he is also inclined to participate in social parties when urged to do so. Thus, he was not completely aloof to people.

"Belrose Aeon."

Aeon did not reach for the hand to perform a handshake. At the same time, he was unaware that his seatmate (Jonathan) was asking who Belrose was. Well, at the very least they all now know who he was. After his brief introduction, he returned his attention to the window beside him. He deemed that it was more interesting than the other people around him. Well, no one could blame him as he was not that kind that interacts with people for the mere sake of entertainment or bonding. To him, talking to people is a necessity for business and nothing else. Adding to that, he does not talk to people he has no literally use for except if it was a responsibility placed upon him.

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Having a hand come down to his left between him and the blue haired student (Aeon) sitting next to him had startled Jonathan somewhat, as it wasn't something that he was expecting so quickly, followed by a warming yet short introduction from some student who named himself as Silas.

Turning around in his seat to face the newly introduced student, about to reach out and shake the fellow student's hand, Jonathan was a bit confused at why the blonde student was half-dressed. Judging by his size and how confident he appeared, Jonathan made the easy assumption that he's a senior, not realizing that his seatmate had already looked in his direction. He was about to introduce himself to him when the blue haired student had suddenly introduced himself as Belrose Aeon, which had also answered his pending question of who Belrose was, before turning back to look at the window.

Raising an eyebrow, Jonathan connected the handshake for a few seconds, before withdrawing his hand back to his side.

"Silas, eh? Name's Jonathan. Junior."

Before he continued on with a possible conversation, he had heard a low mumbling from the seat behind him, and when he peered over the head rest, it had come from another blue haired student (Kaoru) who had taken the seat behind him, this one much shorter than most of the people on the bus. The student had been mumbling something about the bus, and when is it going to move. From the sound of it, Jonathan had taken it in as a complaint, more than anything.

"And who would you be?"

Jonathan had directed the question at the student behind him (Kaoru), but as he asked the question, the phone in his shirt pocket went off once more. Pulling it out once more, he noticed that he had received another text from his father, a simple reminder that today was his birthday, before he placed the phone back into his pocket.

As if he needed a reminder...

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Before he continued on with a possible conversation, he had heard a low mumbling from the seat behind him, and when he peered over the head rest, it had come from another blue haired student (Kaoru) who had taken the seat behind him, this one much shorter than most of the people on the bus. The student had been mumbling something about the bus, and when is it going to move. From the sound of it, Jonathan had taken it in as a complaint, more than anything.

Kaoru blinked at the sound of someone's voice. He couldn't help but tense up, thinking it was Silas, but was relieved when the voice came from a red haired male (Jonathan). He smiled a bit, biting his bottom lip afterwards, "Inoue, Kaoru. Junior." He held his hand out to him and then he noticed the male sitting next to him (Aeon). Woah, he looks so cool.. Kaoru thought for a moment, briefly staring before shaking his head, turning his attention back to Jonathan. Why'd you have to recognize me? Now if Silas didn't know I was next to him already, he definitely does now! He felt his stomach start twisting into knots as he dreaded the bus ride back. He'd be stuck here for what would feel like an enternity of hell. He turned around to see who sat behind him, which was none other than Devone and Momo's friend... who's name... he didn't have yet. He sweatdropped a bit, smiling to himself a little amused. At least he had a few other options of conversation than Silas. He turned back, offering Jonathan his own question, "Now that you know my name, I didn't catch yours, you don't mind repeating it do you?" He asked curiously, big blue eyes examining him. He knew it made him sound like an air head, but he really didn't care. He was being honest. He wasn't paying attention to those around him until he was addressed directly. He just wanted to go home. Then he felt the bus jump into motion, "Finally, I thought we'd grow beards before we get back to Airdalen.." He rolled his eyes, "I can't wait to get off this bus.." he didn't let his gaze move to Silas at all, ignored his presence entirely. Please don't talk to me.. please don't talk to me.. He wasn't sure he'd survive another attack.. and with the senior this close? He was definitely on edge. He was so tense you could mistake him for a blue plank of wood.

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"Hey Kaoru.." The blue haired junior heard a familiar voice ring, which was comparable to the claws of Freddy Kruger scraping across metal in his opinion. It meant danger. It meant anxiety. It meant trouble. He blinked a bit when he felt sudden contact from someone, his sapphire eyes widening as an electric shock of dread ran up his spine. The touch brought the events of the previous night to the front of his mind again. No! No! No! Don't think about the kiss..! He used every ounce of his willpower to fight the urge to burst into a flustered state. Basketball, think about basketball! After a few moments of looking completely awkward, Kaoru instead whipped his head up and around to find the source, which as he expected, and secretly prayed otherwise, the hand on his shoulder belonged to none other than Silas. A pout instantly formed on the small boy's face. I just can't catch a break with a guy like you around can I..? He thought to himself, "I am..?" He asked with an annoyed twitch, before sighing a bit. He didn't want to make a bad impression to the other two boys (Aeon and Jonathan) just because the blonde bully (Silas, lol!) was giving him a hard time. He still refused to maintain eye contact, it was so...wrong. He caught himself kind of staring at the violet haired male whose name he'd not caught (Aeon), but it was quickly interrupted before it got too awkward.

Kaoru tensed when he felt Silas's arm fall upon him, glancing up at the senior now and then. He wasn't sure what this guy was capable of, but he didn't want to bite off more than he could chew. He already was tiptoeing through the tulips because he challenged Devone.. He barely even realized Silas had said anything at all, but after a minute or two's delay he finally replied, "Yeah, I guess so." He sighed. He slept through it last time, but he doubted he'd get the luxury this time around.. Then he shivered and if he hadn't bit down on his lip, he'd of yelped out in protest. Who do you think you are!? He twitched, trying to tug away from the blonde senior. I'm not a pillow!

It didn't take Kaoru long to realize resistance was futile, and he gave an annoyed huff, cheeks a light pink. He really hoped no one was seeing this. It was humiliating enough as it was. He couldn't do anything to get away from this giant. He felt like a girl compared to him. Maybe I need to pick up on lifting again..? I slacked off.. Ugh.. You're heavy.. Kaoru shivered as the senior told him to not move.. Was it a threat or a statement? Moving was particularly out of the question considering the height difference and how Silas was using him as a headrest..

"Yeah, I'm gonna make a short trip to the store..." he mumbled back sarcastically, blinking a bit when he felt the other boy's nose against his head. Instantly anxiety formed. I know washed my hair.. but I wonder if it smells weird.. Hah! I hope it does.. well... he might make fun of me if it does.. but it would make him reconsider using me as a human prop...

I knew I should have stayed home...

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"Business resumes once more whether I am out or in the school."



It seemed that the bus had finally moved from all the waiting. This placated most of the students from what he is hearing on the sidelines. Well, there was also the fact that he had heard the remarks from the Senior named Silas Fuerst. Well, he clearly ignored it as there was no need to reprimand the man in his tone. He had been told before that he has that effect on people most of the time. So, it was quite expected on his part. Looking at the passing scenery before his eyes, he allowed himself to be entranced in it as to ignore the useless chatter of others around him. However, his mind was not truly at peace as various thoughts filled it ranging from business dealings to sour discussions with certain individuals. Simply put, he passed his time for the duration of the travel thinking about such matters than to socialize or take a light nap like others had done.

Soon enough, the announcement that they had finally returned to Airdalen was given by the teacher. Aeon was relieved at that news however, the next one quickly dampened the mood considerably. It seemed the prospect of returning to his house early had been cancelled. In his opinion, things like student council and class presidents are nothing more but useless responsibilities. However, school is the groundwork of such activities that is needed by the students to be prepared for the future. In truth, there is nothing that can prepare anyone for the realities of the world. There were no exceptions as well. This is something he was certain. Once his seatmate was up and about, he followed suit grabbing his belongings along the way. As expected. eyes of roving students especially the female populace cannot help but be attached on his form. He was either oblivious or chose to ignore it altogether.

Moving along the hallway of the bus, Aeon could be seen to have a certain gait of elegance seen only those of nobles of past. There is also no denying of how he looks that would consider him even far more beautiful than other females. Nevertheless, this was an inherent trait of his as he now finally exited the bus. The students who were blocking his way automatically made way for him without much of word or look from the Senior. As if, this was quite the most natural thing to do. He walked unhindered towards the school gates and soon found himself at the hallways. He would hand his nomination immediately and excused himself. In truth, he has no idea who should be worthy to be voted or who to be put in the spotlight. Whoever it was, he really did not care at all.

Turning around the corner, Aeon felt the vibration of his cellphone inside the pockets of his pants. Taking it out, he answered it as it was a phone call. Furthermore, the name in front of his screen was someone related to an important business.

"Yes, this is Aeon speaking."

He answered as he continued his walk along the hallways. The voice on the other line as it exited through the speaker was a female. However, there was no tone of gentleness instead it was rather strictly business-like which seemed to be completely fine with Aron who still has his usual indifferent expression.

"I' will find her. Yes, Goodbye."

The call was done as Aeon tucked his cellphone away. It seemed that there was another hassle in store for him on this day. There was this beach excursion, this election, and now a missing person. Is the universe conspiring to irate him or just to prevent him from going back to his house where he could rest in peace? In any case, he continued on his way where his class should be in session for the nominations. However on the way, he suddenly felt someone quickly latching on to him from behind in an embrace.

Image"Aeon! I found you!"

There was familiarity in that voice as Aeon turned around to face the person who embraced him and even called him with such perceived closeness. His eyes of deep mauve met with iridescent red eyes that had been said to be the eyes of demons but in his opinion, it was just based on one's own perceptions. Long silver hair fall around this person much like a silken coat draping around her form. His face softened to a degree and somehow his lips despite not creating a smile seem to lighten at a certain sense. He gently patted the girl's head and for a moment, his eyes reflected a certain glint of courtesy and warmth. However, it was only for a moment. His face had returned to neutrality. Nevertheless, he did not remove the arms circling around his form. Even the other students were amazed at this feat. After all, Aeon seemed to exude an aura of being superior and unattainable by anyone else.

"You left without permission once more, didn't you?"

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"You left without permission once more, didn't you?"

The question was not meant to inquire but either to remind that these kind of things should never happen again. However, the girl embracing Aeon at the moment smiled even more brightly and did not mind at all. Releasing the man from her hold, she gazed at him with those bright ruby red eyes while her hair of pure silver that fell around her was neatly put into a ponytail with a big black bow as its ornament. She also donned the Airdalen Uniform with a few modifications to be identified as a Senior Student. This was enough proof that she is a student of this academe. However, no one had ever seen her at the beach excursion or that much around the school. Well, there had been rumors of an eye-catching foreign student. "Well, I came here to have fun and to study. It's not to stay at the villa all the time." She had a pout to show her dislike being cooped up inside the villa. Due to her condition, she misses a lot of days at school and even the beach excursion. Still, she had managed enough to avoid failing grades and all. "Plus, I didn't get to see you Aeon." She pointed out in disappointment as she looked at Aeon with such adorable puppy eyes as people called it.

Then, something in her eyes flash in recognition as she remembered something. "You went to the beach right? Was it fun?" There was not enough time to answer the question as she quickly asked another one. "Did you know? I have a junior partner! It's exciting!" She clapped both of her hands in excitement while the passing students looked at the two of them with interests and at the same with time with adorning looks. After all, Aeon was already a well-known beauty even if he is a man. As for her, she was also not hard on the eyes. Specifically, she was also a beauty known to b ephemeral due to her features. She was not that easy to ignore along with the trademark coloring known of the Argyris family. She was not only a cute face but also a rich princess. There was no doubt about it, she is Cassiopeia Elegy Argyris. Two of them together, it seemed to be a picture fitted for those fairy tales.

"I heard from Hotaru that you are also part of the Junior/Senior program! Did you meet your Junior already? Is it a boy or a girl?" Cassiopeia asked with much energy as she looked at Aeon with sparkling eyes. There was no way other it. These two knew each other and judging by how Aeon ignored everybody else, their relationship was a curious case for everyone. However, no one had really the courage to ask any of them. Even if Cassiopeia seemed to be approachable and friendly, she was not that frequent in her attendance and most of the time, she is in the company of Aeon who has this presence that doesn't allow anyone to approach him. The only who can without a care in the world was Cassiopeia.

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"Oh! Its the nominations for class president right?" Cassiopeia had a thoughtful expression finally remembering why there were still a lot of students despite it was way passed school hours. Actually. she just came here to see Aeon and to meet her Junior. She wondered what kind of person it will be. She was very excited about it. "Will you be participating in it, Aeon?" Before hearing the answer to her multitude of questions, she quickly followed it up as she raised her hand proudly. "I'll vote for you!"

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"Keiko.. Keiko is happy to make your acquaintance!" Bishop smiled kindly to Keiko finding the odd way she introduced herself to be rather funny, which intrigued the blonde haired boy even more. He grew a little curious about Keiko wondering if that was on purpose or maybe it just slipped out. She seemed to get lost in thought which made Bishop wonder even more. <This girl is curious...> He started to think heavily as well and before long he had succumb to sleep, the silent killer.

Bishop and slowly opened his eyes seeing students already getting up to leave the bus. "Wha-?" He would jerk to a sitting up position and looked around seeing Airdalen in front of his window and sighed rubbing his head. "I don't know when I fell asleep..." Suddenly he felt a mental smack on the head hearing his mother scold him from somewhere out in space. "Japanese!! You'll never get better at it if you don't speak it Bishop." The junior grimaced again and tilted his head down scratching his head feeling an itch. "Right Japanese..." He mentally faced palmed himself. "I mean... Japanese...Aahhh..." In his mind, he could see his mother crossing her arms holding a ladle and nodding her head. "I need some sleep..." Bishop moved to stand up and in thinking of his own faulty speaking skills, he forgot about the low head room right above the seats in the fancy charter bus and smacked his head on the hard plastic. "YOWWW!!" Bishop immediately collapsed back into his seat and shut one eye in pain rubbing his head. "Fine, i get it mom! More Japanese, ugh..." Bishop scooted out of his seat, then carefully got up to leave.
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Back at the Trander residence Kimiko, Bishop's mother was setting down with some juice watching the news. She would suddenly have a violent sneeze knocking over the glass and rubbed her nose. "Oh my... It appears someone was talking about me." She would giggle effeminately while covering her mouth with a hand. "It appears the universe is on my side yet again... A mother always knows." She giggled again, somehow knowing her son was scolded without actually being.... Scolded, about practicing Japanese.
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Bishop grumbled stepping off of the bus and winced seeing the bright light on the beautiful sunny day. He stepped over to where the bags were, and suddenly regretted having brought his surfboard. He grabbed the huge piece of.... Whatever surfboards are made of, and headed into the main school building. Walking through, he got several looks from people. One, he was in a rather un-kept and dirty looking school uniform since he forgot to pack another change of clothes except for his trunks, and a tank top. on top of that, carrying a surfboard wasn't all to common in school. He walked by two people he had never seen before, two seniors it seemed to be. One was an elegant looking male with a deep purple hair and the face you swear you saw before. Where again? Oh!! Mr. Swato! Yeah like a young much more intimidating and handsome- maybe even beautiful, Mr. Swato(Aeon). The other was an extremely lovely looking girl with silver hair, and red eyes that captured the attention when you looked at her face (Cassiopea..... C-Cassiopeia. I think i got it right :S) who was, well.... Talking the fellows ear off.

"Excuse me..." Bishop tiredly called out to the silver haired senior (Cassiopeia[?]) He scooted by the senior making sure to not have his surfboard scratch the girl's arm and moved on his merry way. He would glance back to make sure he didn't nick her arm at all with an apologetic smile before turning back around. He wondered around not entirely sure where to go until a hand grasped his arm forcing him to stop. "Bishop Trander?" "Hmm?" He turned to see another senior looking down at him. The person was lean, had a swimmer's body and smiled genuinely to him. "You're the new scholarship swimmer from Okinawa right?" "Uhh, yes." Bishop perked up a bit, fully facing the young man standing before him to be polite. "I'm Kenshi, I'm the swim club's president... Or rather, I'll be running for it once again this year. I just wanted to find you and let you know that we have a club meeting on Monday. We're expecting to see you there. I wanna see how good you Americans are in person." The man chuckled along with Bishop, the friendly yet competitive vibe growing around them. Bishop liked that a lot, it built group morale and was fun to be around when everyone was pushing at something they all had a common interest in. "You'll see me there! Guarantee it!!" Bishop winked and gave Kenshi a thumbs up. "Good, see you around then." The too waved good, and departed their own separate ways.

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Bishop walked around not entirely sure where to go, but found a steady stream of Juniors heading to one room and decided to follow the school of students as they funneled into a single large classroom. <I don't know how everyone is going to sit in here..."> Bishop did the dance of a thousand pleases (That's tip-toeing precariously around people trying not to stomp anyone's feet) holding his surfboard close now feeling rather foolish. He eventually managed to go tot he back of the class, and leaned it against the wall finding a seat much to his relief. He sighed reclining back as he waited for the nominations to be announced so he could get out of here and go to bed. But he had no idea that fate would be thrusting an interesting opportunity to him in his near future.

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"Trouble does come in many sizes."



All the questions being directed to him were all nonsensical in his honest opinion. However, he had gotten used to it as this is Cassiopeia's trademark chatter if one could even call it that. He did not mind the others looking towards their way with interest. For him, the most important one was the girl before him who had caused the one who called him earlier great worry. She was his responsibility no matter what happens. Somehow, he was not that annoyed about having the Argyris Princess to be in his care. He was completely fine with it.

"Cassiopeia. Nothing interesting happened."

That was Aeon's brief answer to the Hyper Cassiopeia's questions. It was delivered in a deadpan tone that would irk most people. However, he was certain it would mean nothing to Cassiopeia at all. After stating that, he continued on his way towards the classroom where the nominations would be done. It was not something he wanted to partake in personally yet, it was one of his duty as a student at Airdalen. As such, he would do what must be done. Still, he wished that all of these would just come to pass immediately. There were still a lot of paperworks needed to be done at his house. He would like to get it done within this day.

Don't strain yourself too much."

It was spoken in the usual indifferent tone however, there was a subtle underlying concern in that voice of his. This was his reminder to Cassiopeia who he had confidence would be following him with a disappointed expression due to his curt reply. Well, the girl should be used to it by now. No matter how long the conversation or the statements were, he would always answer in either one word or one sentence. It does not make much of an effort for him really to say more. Yet, he was not the type to continue useless long-winded dialogues when it can be ended quickly.

His eyes caught the sight of other students. One was someone who passed Cassiopeia with a surfboard. The others were the shirtless Senior who introduced himself at the bus earlier. Then, another Senior without a doubt who had the air of someone from the upper echelon of society. Someone familiar like the silver-haired girl tagging beside him. Nevertheless, he did not pay too much attention to them and continued on his way until he had arrived at the classroom where all the Seniors were gathered. He found some seats at the back and proceeded there. Taking a seat, he made himself comfortable and waited for all of this to begin. Hopefully, no more interruptions for the day. He had enough of delays for the last hours.

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The obvious reaction from such a curt and brief answer of Aeon was a pout. Cassiopeia even when to the lengths to cross her arms over her chest. It is true that he was not the type to speak in over-elaborated words when he can make it short and straight. However, it would not kill him to add a more sense of emotion behind his words from time to time. This would make him more approachable and even have fun at this school. Although, she had no right to complain. It is because he is like this that she had agreed and so did he. Looking at him who walked away towards the classroom where the nominations would be held, she released a huge sigh and shrugged her shoulders. In the end, she could only follow him.

But before doing so, a boy (Bishop) carrying a surfboard passed her with a proper excuse me. Instinctively, she let the person go through with a smile. However, her eyes were rather glued on the surfboard being carried. It was not because she had never seen one. This is more like she had never been on one or done surfing of any kind. Through her frail condition, she was not allowed to do such tiring activities that would be considered dangerous. As such, her eyes had a shimmer of admiration for the boy (Bishop) who had a surfboard. He must be incredible in it. She was about to follow the boy (Bishop) to ask about surfboards when Aeon's voice penetrated her senses. Regrettably, she would just have to meet the boy (Bishop) another time.

Following Aeon, she walked beside him and released another sigh. "I'm not that weak you know." She reminded him and had a very stern look on her face as if scolding the towering man near him. One could say that Cassiopeia was truly candid in her feelings more than anyone else probably. For the remainder of the walk to the classroom they were assigned to, she had kept silent but her eyes would often wander around to the other people in interest. At times, she would greet them with a bright smile on her face and asked about various things before Aeon would cut her off rudely in her opinion. Anyway, they had finally arrived at the classroom where she found that the teacher was still nowhere in sight. It was good they were not that late. If they were, she would have felt very bad about it since Aeon doesn't like tardiness.

Anyway, she looked at the students inside the room and found a couple of them already there. There were two (Kei and Akira) already at the back and it seems Aeon wanted to be at the back as well. For her, she wanted to seat at the front. There was only one student at front and he (Silas) did not seem bad or part of a syndicate. So, he must be good to talk to. It would be more fun to be there in her opinion. However, she did not want to cause more trouble for him. So in the end, he released s huge sigh and followed Aeon at the back sitting beside him. After doing so, she looked at their seatmates (Kei and Akira) with a pleasant yet energetic smile of hers. "Hello! My name is Cassiopeia and this is Aeon!" She pointed at the rather expressionless guy beside her. "It's nice to meet you! I wonder who would be Class President!"

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Akira had almost given into sleep as she heard the rustle and bustle of shoes hitting the floor, students shifting themselves to their seats, and the dramatic whisper of gossip from one teenage girl to the next. She let out a soft sigh before she inevitably lifted her head up as people began pouring in. If she got caught slacking in class after her most recent confession she'd possibly be expelled from the school entirely. She had to be on her best behavior for the remainder of the year. She noticed that Silas was up front, sighing to herself. She also noticed that her surname, being dangerously close to Kei's, brought them even CLOSER together at the least favorable timing. Why do I get stuck with him after we have a spat? Bah! Senior year! A load of bollocks! This isn't exactly what I would call the best year of my life! Do adults lie about everything?

She noticed a face she'd never seen before. A new student? They seemed to be pouring in quite abundantly this year.. She looked the girl over, noticing that she seemed to be hooked around one of the guys she'd noticed conversing with Silas on the bus after the seating arrangement. She smiled a bit, holding her hand out to the ivory haired young woman, "Nice to meet you.. I'm Akira." she blinked, wondering if Cassiopeia would mistake her for a boy as well. Everyone else had so far, so she wasn't going to be offended if her or her companion Aeon mistook her gender. She was infact in a male's uniform, so if they did, it was definitely an honest mistake. She tapped her chin, shrugging her shoulders slowly, "Varthur would make a good senior class president in my opinion.." The black haired boy hadn't been rather happy with her previously, and had been quiet rude to her the day before, but it didn't effect her view of him. He was still a very responsible person outside of a party setting. She was voting for him, "He's got my vote." Akira laughed before turning the conversation back to Aeon and Cassiopeia, "Are you two new here?" She asked, having never seen them around before. She needed to work on her first impressions.. she desparately wanted to make friends. She desparately needed them, "It's nice to meet you as well.." Akira smiled over to Aeon, "I'm Akira, as I told your.." and she trailed off, blinking innocently. She then began to wonder about the relationship between the two teenagers (Aeon and Cassiopeia), "Friend?" She asked curiously, not trying to offend anyone. Her expression was clueless and a little embarrassed, "Sorry.."

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Before answering anything, Cassiopeia leaned closed to Akira with a rather astonished expression. Their faces were just a hairbreadth away. She heard everything that was said but, she was more interested on how Akira look at the moment. "Amazing... You are really beautiful!" Those words were said with the sincerest feelings and without any kind of underhanded meanings. A bright smiled was on Cassiopeia's face as she turned to Aeon. "Isn't she beautiful? She must be more pretty in feminine clothes right?" Not waiting for an answer again, she looked at Akira and clapped her hands happily. "Ah, yes you would be more beautiful." This time there was the touch of warmth in those tones and her eyes of vermilion held a gentle gaze before returning to the original topic at hand.

"Varthur?" Cassiopeia spoke while tapping a finger on her lips. She was trying to remember if this Varthur person was seen by her in any occasions. Well, think hard she might, she could not recall. It was even seen through her face plastered with disappointment. This might due to her rather long leave of absences from school. She barely interacts with her fellow Senior and other schoolmates. Hopefully this time, it would not be that case. "Then, I'll vote for him too!" She declared without any hesitation. "Aeon won't be joining in anyway. If he did, my vote is on him!" Glancing at Aeon with a small smile and then returning her attention to Akira with great exuberance.

That's right, she hasn't met Akira and the others. So, it might seem that she is new in that aspect. Well, she just did recently transferred. "I'm a foreign exchange student. I just transferred here but, I was supposed to join you all earlier." Cassiopeia had an apologetic expression as she also gave a bow with the head to emphasize this. "Sorry, something prevented me from coming to school at the right time." She did raise her head once more and those silver-white locks followed her every slightest movement remarkably. "As for Aeon..." She trailed while looking at the said male. "He has been studying here for a long time, I think." She then leaned close to Akira as she whispered the next words. "He's really shy that's why he gets under the radar." Then, she returned to her former position and winked at Akira.

Then, there was the question about the plausible relationship between her and Aeon. Cassiopeia answered with a brilliant smile. "No need to say sorry!" She then grabbed hold onto Aeon's arm and had a very excited and her smile grew even more vivacious and wider if that was even possible. "He's my fiancé!"

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Akira felt herself stop breathing as Cassiopeia leaned in closer, did her breath smell? Did she notice a pimple on Akira's face? The brunette couldn't help stressing as the gorgeous light haired girl got a closer look at her. I'm pretty sure I brushed my teeth, I'm positive.. but what if breakfast made my breath smell bad? She let her dark brown eyes gaze upon the other girl curiously, and appearing slightly anxious. Then she leaned backwards after words finally came from Cassiopeia's mouth. E-eh!? She called me beautiful? Her cheeks slightly flushed and nervous laughter followed instinctively, "T-thanks, but I'm not, really." she insisted, "The school thought I was a boy rather than a girl this year and now I'm Roselle's lap dog." she told Cassiopeia. Then she stiffened a bit. Why is she asking Aeon if I'm beautiful or not!? Akira sweatdropped a bit, putting both hands up in surrender. Did Silas already tell the violet haired male (Aeon) she said he was attractive? She didn't want Cassiopeia to find out she'd said it, it was merely harmless. Silas practically ripped it from my thoughts! Honest! She felt the stress building up inside of her head. Then Cassiopeia mentioned feminine clothes, making her cringe a bit. Akira had always hated dressing girly..

"I guess we'll find out tomorrow.." she laughed a bit, "My uniform swap is tomorrow." she rubbed the back of her neck gently.

Akira nodded when Cassiopeia spoke Varthur's name, looking around the room for him, had he arrived yet? Then she remembered that Cassiopeia also addressed Kei in her introduction, looking over to the brunette male before looking back to her, "In case he's day dreaming or something, that's Kei." She ushered her thumb to him with closed eyes. She didn't have a hate filled tone, it was flat and uncaring, but no venom behind her words. I don't want to start anymore fights.. but I can't just forgive him so easily.. plus he's in cohorts with Devone now. I'm not sure I can trust him if I ever needed him. She placed her elbow on her desk, cupping her chin in her palm, "Varthur is the most reliable, mature guy I know... if mature wasn't on the roster, Silas
over there would be perfect." She ushered to him with a giggle, "He's loyal and dependable, but definitely not mature enough to be on student counsel." Her tone was more friendly as she spoke of Silas, but she turned her attention back to Cassiopeia and Aeon before even more people discovered her crush on her best friend, "You will?" she asked Cassiopeia, before nodding, "I'm sure he'll appreciate it." she smiled sincerely. Varthur was mad at her, and she wasn't sure why, but he didn't do anything to deserve her ruining his campaign.. so why not promote? She giggled when Cassiopeia mentioned she'd vote for Aeon if he'd of joined in on the ballot, " I'm sure he'd do well." she added with kindness. Aeon did seem to emit a leader's aura.

"Ah I see, I came from Britain my junior year." She gave Cassiopeia a thumbs up, "I understand completely." She blinked when Cassiopeia bowed her head, tilting her head aside. Akira was half japanese, but aside from the language, she was still a little rusty on their culture and day to day life. Her gaze moved back to Aeon, nodding at Cassiopeia, "I see." she replied blinking, "Yeah.. I got drug around to a lot of parties last year and between sports and those, I didn't get to meet anyone who didn't attend one of the two functions.." She sweatdropped, remembering, or rather, not remembering much of her junior year. After she met Silas, her junior year only came in bits and pieces, most of it blacking out for large quantities of time.

"F-fiance`?!" She blinked, going wide eyed when the word crossed Cassiopeia's lips. She took a moment to take it all in, they both were so young! How did they know that they wanted to be together that long? To have children together? She shook the thought off after looking at the two again. Well.. they would have beautiful children, and they'd definitely be well mannered kids. Both of them just define excellence just by looking at them..

Akira noticed Silas had been talking to Devone for quite some time out of the corner of her eye, but besides her shoulders stiffening, she showed no sign of acknowledgement. She wasn't going to look, because if she did, someone would notice. Devone could possibly draw enjoyment from her discomfort if she caught on to it and Akira was determined to have a fight free day.

So despite herself she looked over to Kei, "You're quieter than usual, say hello?" she tilted her head.

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Akira noticed that she got at least a vital sign out of Kei, closing her eyes and sighing. She was still exhausted and hungover as well, but she assumed Kei never got into the alcoholic scene before now.. which brought memories to her first party she attended at Airdalen. Silas persuaded her into attending... and she got sick as a dog. She'd drank before back in Britain, but she'd never gotten drunk like she'd gotten that night. Akira shook her head when Kei finally spoke, turning her brown eyes back to Cassiopeia, waiting for her and Aeon's reaction to everything that had been said. The brunette for once held her tongue, allowing the other brunette in their little group of four have his turn in the conversation. Besides, even Akira knew by now.. If she was talking excessively, she only got herself into more trouble in the long run. Then she nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt something moving in her pocket. She calmed when she remembered she had set her phone back on vibrate however. Akira dug into her pocket and looked at her phone as it vibrated violently. The screen said "Reminder: Work Today!!" She went wide eyed and facepalmed. I completely forgot I have work this evening! She thought with a sense of dread. She let out a troubled sigh, turning off her notifications and shoving the device back where it belonged. She was so glad she programmed her phone to remind her, if she hadn't she'd of gotten fired long ago for bad attendance. Akira turned her gaze back to Kei, then to where his gaze had met..

Akira noticed Devone was speaking to Silas still, causing her smile to fade without her notice this time. Why is she still talking to him..? What are they talking about? The anxiety built in her stomach like a ball of rubber bands, tight and constricted. She looked away for a moment, deciding to not grant Devone the amusement of knowing it was bothering her. Pretend you never saw it Akira, I'm sure there is a logical explaination.. Though she was still peeking out of the corner of her eye.


The more Devone and Silas talked, the more Akira thought about her blonde friend and worst enemy's kiss and the more it brought devastation to her mental stability. She was clenching her jaw, trying to ignore them, trying to not let Devone or anyone else realize that even now, without effort, Devone was still getting under her skin. She did pretty well other than her clenched jaw until she saw Devone touch Silas out of the corner of her eye, touching his face, then his lips. The mental picture of the two kissing returning freshly to her mind again. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore it. Akira succeeded in not staring, but the shock and somewhat hurt in her eyes was becoming obvious to anyone looking. The cause, not as obvious unless they knew about her crush on her best friend, but it seemed everyone was catching onto it these days.. Her mind was zooming in a million directions, she only hoped that no one had spoken to her during her moment of weakness. She couldn't hear anything other than the buzzing of everyone's voices mixing together like white noise. She was trying to draw her attention away, but to no avail, until she heard Kei ask her a direct question. She turned her attention back to him, still shaken up, "I'm feeling worse than I was earlier, but I'll manage." she replied back, a small half smile crossing her lips. She ruffled her own short untamed brown hair, trying to get the images of Devone and Silas out of her mind. Of course he'd be attracted to her. She's mysterious, rich, and she's just as confident as him. She's beautiful, she's everything a woman should be. She felt her jaw clench again as her thoughts became more and more destructive. Sera, she's got me beat even if Devone wasn't creeping into the picture. She's just as womanly as Devone and then some, confident, exotic. Why did I even think someone like me could have a chance? Sure, I'm not flat chested either, quite a distance from it.. but I don't suit the part of a girl. I like running, jumping, climbing trees. Sports. I hate dresses and bikini tops. I hate dancing and acting slutty. I lost my first real kiss to Bishop of all people! I've never been intimate with a boy and I've never been asked out before.. I'm not cut out for it. Her eyes lowered to looking at the floor as she mentally came to the realization that she was losing the battle no matter how she looked at it. Honestly, she doubted she ever was even considered a threat to begin with.


Friend.


I hate the word. That's all I'll ever be.

Huh, Varthur's late. That's odd. Akira thought to herself in a blank manner. Akira would've pointed out Varthur as he entered the building, but between her visual of Devone and Silas and her own destructive criticism, she felt to beaten down to even look up, let alone talk some more. Especially about someone else who seemed to hate her guts at the moment. Let's fill the room with everyone who is; scared of me, hates my guts, or thinks I'm insane. Oh wait.. we would require a larger room.. She thought pessimistically.

Akira was shaken when she heard a loud voice. She frowned as Mr. Drone was the cause of her mini heart attack. I will have a lawsuit on this man before graduation. She rolled her eyes bitterly. She listened in and since Silas volunteered Varthur before she got the chance, she made another choice before anyone decided to spout Devone's name from their lips. I'd rather rot in hell than have her as a class president. She raised her hand, her fingers set in a peace sign gesture, "I nominate Kei." and she jabbed her thumb in the boy's direction. Hell, it could be amusing. She was rooting for Varthur, but Kei was definitely one of the more mature of the group, and could use the spotlight for a change, "You're welcome." She yawned before leaning back in her seat. I just want the bell to ring so I can go to work and forget about every single bit of all this.


Maybe I should move on..?

But...How..?

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"Talks like these are better left hanging in the air. Let us get this over with and about."



The girl was too energetic and overly bright for her own good. If it was up to him, he would have refrained her from attending any kind of schools especially the ones where he is at. But then again, he knew the feeling of wanting to break free. So, he will allow this bit of leeway at the expense of his own comfort. It was not going to be a long time anyway. He could put up with it after all, he had been patient for a lot of things. Looking at the white-haired girl walking beside her, there was a subtle glint of warmth. However, he would not admit that or neither did he noticed it himself. As for those people passing by, they would have concluded it as a mere hallucination as his eyes returned to its cool and indiscernible mauve eyes.

He knew too well that Cassiopeia was not that weak. Rather, she was rather foolishly brave and strong. A combination truly fitting for someone like her. But, it would not be terrible of her to welcome caution once in a while. When they had entered the Senior Classroom, he simply went to his chosen seat at the back and did not bother with anyone. There was no need for such things. Furthermore, he wanted whatever these nominations underway and done. He had other matters to deal with including the Argyris princess who would relentlessly pester him for the days to come. Hmm, she had said that a Junior had been assigned to her. Well, it could be a good diversion away from him.

As clear as day, the girl undoubtedly started meaningless conversations with their so-called neighbors. He did not mind as long as he is not dragged forcefully in those topics of hers. Between the two of them, Cassiopeia was the one known to be very good with dealing people. In his position, he was more capable of dealing with them at a professional manner. After all, he really didn't come here to make friends or anything. Yet, it does not mean he would limit the white-haired girl to do as he pleases. Upon hearing his name, he looked at the one Cassiopeia was talking to, it was a girl masquerading as a male (Akira). Odd choice. Well, he does not judge and returned his attention to the front of the room.

The dialogues continued with the occasional attempts of Cassiopeia for him to join in. Unfortunately, they were all lost causes as he simply ignored all of it. Then, his relationship with Cassiopeia was revealed to their neighbors. Well, he was not adamant about hiding it or is he too candid to showcase it. If no one asks, then it's fine. If someone did, then it's fine as well. Either way, he really did not care for that is true relationship he has with the Argyris princess. But to conclude it was out of love and all, the world is not made of cookies and sweets. This was purely a business matter and nothing else.

His fiancee wrapped around his arm as he cast her a seemingly void expression. However, he did not reclaim his arm and simply looked ahead once more. What was the point of rejecting her touch, they were engaged to get married anyway. Such touches and intimate gestures are to be expected and he was not the kind to dissuade Cassiopeia from such things. As long as she wants, then it will be done. Even with their other neighbor (Kei) joining in, he remained absolutely silent throughout. Soon enough, his patience was rewarded when the overly-buff but a teacher who probably had no sense in his words entered the room. It seemed the time to nominate was now.

Hearing the nominations, he did not have any problems. Someone named Varthur and their neighbor (Kei) were chosen. Good or bad for them, he didn't care. With that done, it was dismissal and that was his cue. Standing from his position, he looked at Cassiopeia. "I am leaving." He stated as he knew that Cassiopeia would follow. As for the other two (Kei and Akira), he could careless for them. They were not people he had any business with to begin. Exiting the room, he caught a glance of another female (Devone) at the corner of his eyes. However, that was all there is to it as he went on his way. She (Devone) was not his concern as well.

If he only knew what was about to happen after a few moments, he turned around the corner... If only he knew...

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Character Portrait: Akira Miyuu Character Portrait: Devone Kim Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Kei Takeda Character Portrait: Cassiopeia Elegy Argyris
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Cassiopeia


Looking at Kei, Cassiopeia cannot help but smile brightly. She reminded him of her brother who was always sleepy or rather had a seemingly nonchalant demeanor. Although, she was pretty sure that her brother did took everything in a very serious light. She wondered if this Kei guy was the same. "Hello! I'm Cassiopeia!" She greeted while waving her hand in the process. Kei seemed to have apologized by his rather distant or dozing off presence. "No, it's fine. Once, we are done here. You should get some sleep!" She noted with a rather cheerful tone as she looked at Aeon. "Isn't that right?" Of course, he ignored her attempt for a casual conversation once more. It would not hurt for him to be more sociable to others. There is more to life than business matters really.

Anyway, the talk continued on until she had introduced Aeon as her fiancé. That is the absolute truth and somehow it surprised Akira. It made her wonder if engagements are not normal in Japan. But then again, Akira came from Britain as she stated earlier. So, it was not about the culture. May be, it was because of the current look of society. Akira must be thinking that this was a bond created out of love. How wrong it was. This was an arrangement that would benefit both parties, Aeon and her. In the end, she only smiled while Aeon did not say anything nor rejected her touch. Thinking about it, he never did and she was thankful for that. Aeon was doing his end of the bargain. So, she was really happy for that.

Before the talk could proceed, a teacher entered with such a loud voice and probably had aspirations to be rapper sensation in the future. Although, it made Cassiopeia laugh which she did without much restraint. She has no qualms showing whatever she is feeling. As long as she is feeling it, then it will be shown without any pretenses. Soon, she was able to calm herself when she heard a name for nomination. Varthur was called out. The one that Akira told her about. So, she will be voting for him. But, she was rather confused Akira nominated Kei. Why was that? She looked at Kei and then to Akira. "Now, I don't know who to choose..." Cassiopeia said in a rather childish and undecided manner. It was rather adorable when she did it with her lips forming a pout.

But before she could receive any answer, Aeon had already declared he was going to leave. Without further ado, he stood and went on his way. "Wait for me!" Cassiopeia instantly stood and looked at Kei and Akira. "It was nice to meet you! We're friends, right?" She chimed happily while waving with such energy. "See you later!" She then went after Aeon who had already left her behind. As she exited the room, she noticed a figure leaning on the nearby wall. It was a beautiful girl with black hair (Devone). In Cassiopeia's case, she was unaware that she was also a beauty to be considered. "Pretty..." She let out that word slip out of her lips when she suddenly felt a sense of nauseousness. "Aeon..." She whispered as she turned to another direction where she judged Aeon would be.

Her vision was blurring. It can't be. Not at this time, she did not want to make a scene here at school. She soon saw the figure of Aeon. Reaching out her hand to him, she called out his name in subtle desperation. "Aeon..." He must have heard her as she felt herself falling forward but arms wrapped around her form. She felt being embraced as she finally lost consciousness but not before saying an apology. "Sorry..."