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On Broken Wings and Wilted Petals

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Mashiro Yuki [6] "You know, most people would have given up on me and left by now. So why are you still here? What is it you hope to gain from all this?"
Melanthios Floros [5] "Don't think for a second that I'm helping you cause I feel like it... It's only cause you need it, miss..."

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"Are you sure about this, mistress?"

That bothersome question. She had heard it over a thousand times, it seemed, over the past few days. As she swept her silvery hair out of her eyes, she turned her amber gaze about on the one who had insisted on asking that same thing yet again.

"I've told you already, Akio," Yuki said rather irritably as she spun about. "My mind is made up. Even if I attended the academy, as father originally planned, I would learn nothing new. The only purpose of schooling at such a place is to give me bragging rights to impress people who might want to hire me, and I'm not going to need those in the least as CEO of our company. On the other hand, I feel it would be profitable, and a good learning experience, to interact with 'normal' individuals of my own age, so as to get a feel for how exactly I am supposed to perform in a social situation. Hence, my choice. Besides, I can keep a closer eye on business while residing here at the Mashiro House than if I went to some overseas institution for a prestigious schooling."

"I understand that, miss. But your father-" The old butler - her warden and temporary CEO of Mashiro Entertainment Enterprises - began, raising a gloved hand placatingly. She could see the sweat forming on his brow just beneath his graying hair, however, which meant even he didn't really care about what he was saying.

"My father left you with orders to ensure that I abide by his wishes. I understand that," Yuki interrupted, giving a sigh of annoyance as she spoke. "However, I have determined that this course of action will be far more useful to both myself and to the business in the long run. This fulfills father's greater wish, even if it might go against ancillary plans he may have laid." Oh, how badly she wanted to simply say "Damn the old bastard! I don't care what he wanted!" But she restrained herself. Growing angry over a man who was already dead and gone was pointless, and would only serve to anger one of the family's longest-standing servants. While Akio held no particular loyalty to the old man, he took pride in following his instructions, which meant that even if he didn't agree with her father's wishes, he would abide by them nonetheless.

"I see. Very well, then, mistress. If you insist."

"I do. Have you gathered my things?" Yuki replied calmly. He nodded, and held out to her a small black school bag. This contained all of the books and supplies she would need for her classes, so even if she probably already knew everything in them, it was important to have them with her regardless.

"Good. I want you to get a car ready to meet me in the front drive in five minutes. After that, I leave you to do as you see fit in matters of business in my absence, but I expect you to report fully to me all of your actions once I return this evening. That is all."

"Very well, mistress," He responded, bowing respectfully. As he turned and left the room, Yuki sighed. Everything was in order. She had eaten breakfast, thoroughly cleaned herself from head to toe, and her new school uniform was in perfect order. Despite that, however, she couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. Transferring into a new school was doubtless going to be troublesome at first. She'd probably be accosted by a herd of would-be "friends" who wanted access to her resources, asked a few thousand awkward questions, and worst of all, she'd be forced to treat all of these offending advances with courtesy and respect in order to accomplish her original goal.

Oh, how she was going to hate this. She just hoped the awkward phase of immersion in the school's student body would pass quickly. But, it couldn't pass at all unless she began it, and it was time to leave. Sighing yet again, she gathered her things and made her way down to the courtyard, the hallways empty and silent aside from the occasional member of the cleaning staff and their respectful greetings as she passed by. She responded with a curt nod to each and moved on. By the time she reached the courtyard, the familiar hum of the exotic black car's engine was already audible as it emerged from the garage. As a man stepped out, opening the door to allow her in, she steeled herself.

It was time to go.

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I awoke to the usual. A tongue licking my face, a paw at my hair and a bony finger poking my cheek. I shoved the tongue, held the paw and glared at the finger. All three stopped and I sat up from my nice bed, glaring at my cat, dog and father. "Really?"

"You wouldn't get up." the man reasoned before chuckling at his son and leaving. "Breakfast in 10, school in 30." Mel grunted and got out of his warm bed. Kosetsu had my skates all ready at the door for me as I hurriedly pulled clothing on. I snapped her leash on her neck, slid my feet into my skates and grabbed my toast that my father held out.

"See you later, dad!" I called as I was pulled out the door by my dog. I skated across town and made it through the school gates. I stopped and took Kosetsu's leash off before stuffing it in my bag. "Alright, you know what to do, girl." I told her and she ran off to the back of the school, where the greenhouses were. I shook my head, readjusted my bag and slid my headphones over my neck, just as my two friends, Akito and Remus ran up.

"Yo! What's up?" Remus asked, slinging an arm around my shoulders, his boyfriend just stood there, watching.

"Not much really." I answered, munching on my food before shoving my hand in Remus' face to keep him from eating it. "Bad dog."

"Bro! There's some snooty rich girl coming to our school! I heard she's hot!" Akito coughed and his eye twitched. "N-not that you aren't hot too, love..." But Akito had already grabbed him by the ear and was dragging him off to the school. Laughing, I followed my gay friends. They were so funny together, Akito being a yandere and Remus, a loveable loser.

"You're in trouble now, Rem!" I told him. He flicked me off, making me laugh harder. Akito only smacked him on the back of the head and smiled creepily.

"I'd agree with Mel, here..." The yandere led us to the classroom we all shared and we sat in the back, right by the windows. No one sat anywhere near them so the seats were all open. That worried me a bit.

"Hey, think that teach will put the snoot by us?" Remus asked, now sitting in Akito's lap. I shrugged as the last of my toast disappeared.

"I hope not. We'd mental scar her." I grinned at the thought and turned back to the window. "But we'll just see. It's all in fate's hands."

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As the black cab pulled up in front of the school, the driver swiftly parked it and moved to open the door - an understandable action, considering that it was only basic courtesy to clear the way for his passenger - but Yuki gave a wry smile and opened it herself, stepping out into the fresh morning air.

"That won't be necessary," the young heiress said, brushing back her flowing white hair as she took in her surroundings, her acute amber gaze sizing up the facility before her. It was, in all regards, thoroughly ordinary. It was not overly fancy, with very compact grounds that nonetheless served their purpose, and several buildings designed clearly with an eye toward utility rather than aesthetics. The people who bustled about, preparing for the first classes of the day, were similarly ordinary. There were no school staff assigned to serve them, or anything similarly pompous and preposterous. And, while this sort of normality was something entirely foreign to the young prodigy of the Mashiro family line... Yuki had to say, it was exactly what she had expected, and it would serve her purposes perfectly.

"I don't want to make my first impression one of a spoiled, lazy brat, so there's no need to act with VIP protocol in mind. What you have already done is perfectly satisfactory. Return to the manor and your ordinary duties. I'll take the train home," she directed, taking some slight amusement at the man's surprise at receiving such unorthodox directions.

"Y-yes miss," he said quickly, nodding and closing the door once again. "I'll have the staff notified, then."

"Good. Now go." Turning away as she spoke, Yuki didn't bother to watch the car turning back into the road and speeding away. She had much more important matters to deal with.

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Entering the school calmly after depositing her shoes at the front entrance, changing them out for the standard pair of snug black slippers, she glanced about. Most students had already gone to their classes, which meant she would be at ease to get her directions to the class. If she recalled correctly, she was supposed to meet her new teacher in the lobby, to be taken and introduced to the class. Well, that probably meant the man in the suit waving at her was her contact, now didn't it?

"Good morning!" He hailed as she strode briskly up to him, her face a calm, composed mask. "You must be Miss Mashiro." Yuki noted with some slight amusement tempered by irritation that he was addressing her in an awfully respectful manner for someone who was supposed to be under his care and guidance.

"I am indeed. Please, if it would suit you, dispense with the formalities and refer to me in whatever manner you are accustomed. I came here to be educated, not to be pampered, although I'm pleased to see that paid employees aren't the only ones in the practice of employing good manners. Thank you for that." She, too, did her best to utilize formal speech with only a touch of her usual wit and sarcasm - something that came rather naturally (Minus the no sarcasm part) to her, considering that it was the style in which she addressed other people almost constantly.

The man laughed, and extended his hand as a more cordial means of greeting, giving a slight, customary bow. "Very well then, Mashiro-san. I'm Takahashi Masao. I'll be your homeroom and mathematics teacher this year. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Yours as well, Takahashi-sensei," Yuki said with a slight smile, shaking his outstretched hand and returning the gesture with a similar, ever-so-slight bow of her own.

"So, shall we go? Most of the class has already arrived, and homeroom begins in five minutes. I'll lead the way," the teacher offered, and giving a nod, Yuki accepted, following his lead as he began taking her up a flight of stairs. Most of the classrooms seemed to be on the second floor, from what she could tell, so this was no surprise.

Still, Yuki mused, it was going to get awkward if everyone tried to address her in such an unnecessarily respectful manner. It was obvious that they were simply putting on airs to impress her, and she didn't need an ego-stroking, nor did she even really care all that much. Already, she was finding it hard to maintain this composed, mild-mannered and polite persona, having to resist the urge to make a sarcastic remark almost every time she opened her mouth. This bad after five minutes? Yeah... she could tell that this probably wasn't going to end very well.

"Here we are," Masao said, stopping at one of the many classroom doors lining the halls and shattering her reverie like glass. The room in question had windows pointed out into the hallway made of somewhat distorted - especially on the inside - blocky glass, meaning she got a fairly good view of the classroom, although they probably could only see her in silhouette. She glanced over its occupants, as though expecting to recognize some of them, but really she was simply trying to size up their behavior as a possible omen of how she might be treated.

Many of them wore their uniforms very casually, seating themselves on top of their desks and chattering away amicably. Well, judging by the very casual atmosphere, perhaps things might not be so bad as she had initially feared? This gave her a little more faith in her ability to withstand the storm of inquiries that would doubtless assail her the moment she finished introducing herself, and so she smiled calmly, composing herself as the teacher opened the door and stepped in.

"Good morning, everyone," He greeted cheerily, in the same manner as he had hailed her in the lobby - that chipper attitude and upbeat greeting seemed to be his trademark, from what she could tell. He leisurely strolled into the room, but did not sit down at his desk, instead remaining standing by the blackboard, a signal that he had an important announcement.

"Good morning, sensei!" His greeting was returned in kind, and he smiled, waiting for things to die down as students quickly returned to their seats, their attitude shifting from carefree ease to one of discipline and attention fast enough to cause Yuki to second guess herself, although she did not let this break her confidence, even if it did unsettle it a great deal.

"I'm pleased to announce that today our class will be receiving a new transfer student. Please come in, Mashiro-san." With that, he gestured toward the door, giving a beckoning nod to her. Well, that was evidently her cue, so she walked briskly in, her face a calm mask bearing a slight smile, her bearing elegant, and her composure unperturbed. As she stopped, brushing several strands of silvery hair from her eyes, she turned, folding her hands and gazing kindly upon the class - an expression that, although she did not let it show, was rather foreign to her.

"...that white hair..."

"...did he say 'Mashiro?'"

"...could only be..."

"...no way! Quit joking around!"

In an instant, a storm of murmuring filled the classroom, enough to have drowned out the teacher had he not expected this reaction and ceased to speak. Giving a slight smile, he raised his hand, a motion for the class to remain silent for just a bit longer.

"Mashiro-san is transferring to our school from the Kita Advanced Academic Institute, starting today. Mashiro-san, would you like to introduce yourself, or shall I?"

"Thank you for your offer. Please allow me," She responded coolly. Masao nodded, stepping aside to give her center stage, so to speak. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself against the dozens of curious eyes that gazed solely on her, and began.

"My name is Mashiro Yuki, Ma spelled with the kanji for pure - not as in 'broad-minded' - Shiro as in white, and Yuki using the kanji for snow." She picked up a piece of chalk and wrote out the characters for her name on the blackboard as she spoke, before turning and continuing. "My direct family consists of myself and my grandparents, although I live alone, aside from my house staff." She had made a slight slip-up here, mentioning her rather wealthy situation - and her rather prominent lack of parents - so abruptly, but she did not let this error deter her, even though the whispering voices had started up again, inspired by these strange revelations. "I am 17 years old, my hobbies include reading, studying, and sports, and my chief goal is to become a successful business executive of my father's corporation. It is a pleasure to meet you." She gave a respectful bow, and then turned back to the teacher to await further directions.

In this momentary pause, the voices roared up again, countless gossiping murmurs struggling to be heard over their own mutual cacaphony. Once again, Masao raised his hand, and the class grew silent.

"Very good. Does anyone have any questions they would like to ask?" While this was slightly nonstandard, it was much easier than waiting for her to get to her desk, only to be accosted by everyone all at once. Yuki appreciated this fact, and so kept cool rather than being irritated at not being asked if she was actually willing to answer questions first. Cutting off the urge to give a sarcastic sigh as she was ought, she instead turned back to face her eager fellows.

Might as well brace myself now, she thought. Things were about to get very bothersome.

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I was awe struck. Not because the girl was breathtakingly beautiful. No, she had an aura that I had only seen once but never forgot. It couldn't be. Right..? Of course not... But he had to know.

"Hey, Mel, you alright?" Akito asked, looking at me. He sat diagonal from me so it was kinda hard for him. I only nodded and listened as a guy asked a question. Sensei looked almost proud that everyone was well behaved. If only it would last... I thought, shaking my head.

"I got one! Are you single?" the class nodded, seeming to want to know the same thing. For some reason, even if that wasn't my little snowflake, it still pissed me off. Badly. I took a little marble from his pocket and flicked it at the back of the guy's head, making it slam into the desk in front of him. He was out cold.

"Yuu-tan! Are you alright?" one of the girls near him asked, making Remus snort from his seat in front of me and lean back to talk to me. Akito had leaned closer

"Oh no! Yuu-tan's poor poor singular brain cell!" he whispered in a very high falsetto, making us laugh quietly. Sensei raised his hand again. Everyone, us included shut up again.

"Yuu, that question was inappropriate." he turned to Yuki, who looked nervous, if you asked me. "I'm so sorry, Mashiro-san. Anyone else have a question?"

Everyone looked around, somewhat nervously. They knew asking something bad would mean slamming their faces into the desk like Yuu did. As a class, everyone shook their heads, allowing me to put the marble I had ready away, back into my pants pockets and I turned back to the window.

"If that's all, Mashiro-san can sit by Floros-san." I was smiling on the outside, looking blissfully unaware but inwardly I was panicking. "Floros-san, pay attention." I turned to Sensei and raised my hand.

"Sorry, DÃĄskalos." I muttered, rubbing the back of my head sheepishly. Remus was murmuring about a lovesick dog and Akito looked slightly worried.

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"Are you that Mashiro Yuki?"

That had been the first, and expected question. She had asked for some clarification, and, when asked more specifically if she was heiress to the famed family in charge of MEE, she had demurely confirmed this, leading to an awed outburst from the classroom as a whole. Well, this was excusable, she supposed. It wasn't every day you met someone widely regarded as famous, although it was somewhat irritating regardless.

"Sensei said you transferred from the Kita AAI. That must mean you're a genius!"

"Not exactly a question, but yes, I did transfer here from there. I don't consider myself a genius, but thank you for the compliment," She said, a twinkle of sarcastic amusement flashing for a moment in her amber eyes, a slight smile playing upon her lips.

"Why transfer here? The AAI is a fast-track to an overseas scholarship at big-name colleges. Did you get expelled or something?"

"I have my reasons. Long story short, I got tired of it," She answered simply, leading to some confused murmurings amongst the class. There were quickly disrupted, however, by a loud exclamation, and before the boy had even finished talking, Yuki already knew what he was going to say. It was the question she had worried most about, and was most annoyed to see that her fears had not been baseless.

"Are you single?" The boy asked. Yuki sighed somewhat irritably, gritted her teeth, and tried to bite back the tirade of sarcastic jabs that sprang to her tongue. Fortunately for her, someone else dealt with the nuisance before she had to, and the boy fell flat on his face, much to the laughter and amusement of his classmates.

Fortunately, there were no more questions, which meant she could get to her desk in peace. Introductions were always the main nuisance about a transfer, and now that they were out of the way, she would at least get a brief respite before the interrogation started again.

"Thank you, Takahashi-sensei," Yuki said with a kindness that she couldn't help but feel didn't suit her, giving a bow and quickly striding across the room to her desk. Placing her book bag on the desk, she dusted off the seat and sat gently down, brushing her hair back out of her eyes.

"Alright. Now that that's through, there are a few other minor announcements. Firstly, since the year is now underway, the school would like to remind everyone that clubs are now open and accepting applications, and that they are holding an open house event after school on Friday. If you're interested, classes will be ending early that day, so you'll have plenty of time to investigate and hopefully find a club activity that suits you. Secondly..." Yuki lost her will to concentrate at this point, and lapsed briefly into her own thoughts, trying her best to ignore the furtive glances being shot at her from all around the room, and the quiet whispers that still continued unnoticed.

"...for cleaning duty, I'd like someone to walk Mashiro-san through the basics. Show her where everything is and help her get used to her after-school duties. Floros-san, it's your turn in the rotation, so please take care of this." Masao wrote up two names on the board as he spoke under a small section labeled "Cleaning Crew." Once "Mashiro Yuki" had been lined up alongside some unintelligible foreign name which, if she recalled correctly, meant "Black Flower," although she'd long since forgotten her Greek (if that was actually what it was) - probably that of the person sitting next to her, who she greatly pitied for his obvious lack of parental affection, made evident by his quite frankly absurd name - Masao concluded the announcements.

"That should be everything. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves now, but don't disrupt those who want to use this time to study. If you'll excuse me, I need a coffee." With that candid statement, Masao turned and bowed out of the room, heading off - probably toward the break room down the hall.

And, it seemed her period of respite had just about ended, since students were already getting up and heading toward her. Oh dear.

"Hey, hey, Yuki-san!" One of them exclaimed. She toned out the longwinded introduction that followed, but managed to pay enough attention - which wasn't hard, considering she knew they had come to bother her with more questions anyway - to realize they wanted to ask about various trivial facts.

"What sorts of things do you like?" One of them asked.

"Mystery novels, classical music, and cats," she answered curtly, although her concise method of speaking would probably be attributed to a desire to answer things quickly for the sake of time rather than annoyance.

"Do you have any pets?"

"One cat, as well as a few others who live on the grounds of my house."

"What's your favorite saying?"

"Too many of us aren't living our dreams because we're busy living our nightmares." Yuki couldn't help but feel a sense of hilarious irony in that statement. Its original meaning was something cliche about perseverance and fearlessly hoping for the future, but little did the people around her know that when she said it, she meant just the opposite. She had no dreams that weren't veritable terrors, and in a world where she could not trust anyone or anything, one long nightmare was all life ever could be. She knew that to be true, and had willingly chosen not to pursue dreams. And yet, who, having seen the things she had seen, could interpret that saying the way it was originally meant to be understood? Give up your fears and follow your dreams? What sort of happy-go-lucky lie was that? Dreams were just that: unattainable fancies that could always be looked at, but never reached. To assume that you could "live your dreams" was nothing but self-delusion. Several loud exclamations of approval for her optimistic outlook were heard, but she didn't pay any attention to them. As the storm of questions continued, she answered as best she could, always remaining polite and cordial, but never once stepping out of her comfort zone. Let them bother her, she thought. It would end soon enough, and they would go away. They always did, once they realized that even amongst a crowd such as themselves, she was still distant and alone.

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I had tuned Sensei out after this. I didn't want to entertain the idea that the cold hearted girl sitting beside me could have been the calm, sweet girl I fell in love with. I continued to look out the window and barely caught the last bit of Sensei's speech.

"...for cleaning duty, I'd like someone to walk Mashiro-san through the basics. Show her where everything is and help her get used to her after-school duties. Floros-san, it's your turn in the rotation, so please take care of this."

I gave him a thumbs up without looking. As Sensei left, Akito and Remus moved closer to me, allowing the rest of the class to swarm the girl. I felt sorry for her. I hated most of the morons in our class.

"You think she'll snap and tell them to fuck off?" Remus asked, sneering at a girl that wandered to close to them. I snorted and laid my head on the desk, looking out my window.

"I'd laugh if she did, but her background won't let her." I watched as Kosetsu ran across the schoolyard, herding the last of the students into the school. The huge American Alsatian looked like a large wolf but she was harmless. I turned back to see Remus snarling at some guy, who touched him. This worked to my advantage.

"Get the hell away from here! All of you! I can't stand you people!" he bit out, making everyone clear out and run back to their seats. I nudged Remus with my foot, making him turn to me.

"Good dog..." I muttered, he snorted.

"Your compliments do you no good." He said before snuggling up against Akito, who was actually studying. I saluted the girl with two fingers in a greeting.

"Sorry about your little posse but we hate crowds of morons." I told her before I propped my feet up on the desk and turned back to my lovebird friends, eager to ignore everyone else, who seemed to be glaring at me for the moron comment. I just stuck my tongue out at them and rolled my eyes.

"So mature." Akito muttered, no even looking up from his book. I laughed and closed my eyes. This would be a nice time to sleep.

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Well, that's something we have in common then, I guess. Yuki thought sarcastically, but she bit back the urge to say anything of the sort aloud, instead giving a somewhat bemused half-smile and a nervous chuckle. "Well, you didn't need to go so far." Yuki stopped at this point, and didn't press the subject. Although the manners she was supposed to be practicing dictated that she chastise them for being so arrogant and insulting, she didn't mind enough to bother. They were probably a bunch of egotistical self-proclaimed geniuses, if their insults were any indication, but right now, they were useful to her, so she would just let them be until the point they inevitably started bothering her along with everyone else.

Well, the boy across from her didn't seem to be listening, since the moment after he made his statement, he lay back and closed his eyes, probably trying to get a few minutes of sleep before school started for real. He probably thought he was being cool by saying something he thought was witty - as if - and then turning away, leaving her to wonder who her mysterious benefactor was. Well, it might have worked, she supposed - that is, if she had any interest in other people and the person in question wasn't obviously endowed with a brain the size of a hydrogen atom.

Yuki sighed. If this was what everyone was going to be like, then this was going to take a long, long time. Well, she supposed, there was no sense in just sitting around and twiddling her thumbs for the next 15 minutes. With this reasoning to guide her, she popped open her book bag and removed a thick text. It was her math course, it looked like. She hadn't really read over it at all, but the problems they'd be doing in class were just on the field axioms - an expected starting point - so she wasn't worried. Still, might as well get a feel for exactly how boring her homework was going to be, so she opened the book to a random page close to the first - skipping the longwinded and utterly pointless introduction in the process - and began to read.

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As it turned out, I had fallen asleep before class. It was a bad habit I picked up from when I was younger, falling asleep in strange positions that is. I had to be woken up by Remus, who had moved back to his seat and knocking my feet off the desk in the process. I sat up quickly and turned to the door to see it open. I sighed and nodded at Remus, who gave a thumbs up back. Akito had closed his book, which was about some war and turned to Sensei, who was talking and writing things on the board. Most of it was about senseless things that I could research on my own time, which I normally did. Remus was already had his head on his desk, a gaming console in his lap. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I stretched and tried to listen to what he was saying but the clouds were begging to be watched.

My thoughts kept going back to the day I met my snowflake. I could feel my mouth moving from the indifferent line to a smile. Yeah, I remember that day well. She was sitting at the playground across from my old house, on a swing. I merely walked over the street and stood in front of her. I asked her where her house was, the normal questions one lonely child asks another. She didn't answer. So I grabbed her hand, drug her back across that empty street and into my house. My father was making spanakopita tart with bacon and mushrooms, one of my favorites. I told my father that she was all alone and then she spoke. I can still remember her words. "I'm not alone. I've run away." It still made me laugh. My father ruffled her hair and we all ate together. After that, we went to the back, where we were keeping a cat and her kittens. Only two survived a attack from a dog. We gave her one, who we named Byakuya and I kept the other, Byakko. Then she had to go home. She promised to return the next day. Almost a month later and no return. We moved and I haven't seen her since. I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

Remus turned Yuki and gave her a devilish grin. "I heard you keep cats. Wanna tell me their breeds? My friend over there, the one daydreaming, has a pretty big pet shop, ya know. He even has a cat." I turned to him and my smile dropped. "Whoa, sorry bro... Just trying to help you out." He held his hands up, in a 'I-didn't-mean-any-harm' style. I only shook my head.

"I doubt she wants to hear about my exploits as a pet shop manager." I halfheartedly sneered. "Sorry about the dog. He can't keep his mouth shut somedays..." I tipped my head in apology at Yuki before turning back to the window.

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Yuki raised an eyebrow as yet another person suddenly spoke to her, asking her about her cats, of all things - ironically one of the people who had just been mocking the other students for asking too many questions just a few moments before. Still, it was only polite to respond, and while she was putting on this kind, cheerful mask, she had no option but to follow the rules of decorum.

"Well, as I believe I said before, most of them are strays I've unofficially adopted, so I don't really know any of their breeds-" She began, but was cut off by the disgusted, arrogant outburst of one of the other boys among the group.

"Sorry about the dog," he said with a cold-hearted sneer that rivaled even some of her own, when she was in a slightly foul mood and wanted to show it. "He can't keep his mouth shut some days..." He bowed his head in mock apology, then went back to diligently snubbing her like a good little spoiled brat. She noted the irony of her - one who had lived a privileged life in almost every respect - calling anyone else spoiled, but one didn't have to be rich to get used to always getting what one wanted. This boy was probably no exception to that - just some random, arrogant fool who'd been told a few too many times that he could be whatever he wanted to be and could do whatever he wanted to do, when that simply wasn't the case. Still, he'd learn the hard way when all of his dreams came crashing down around him, and those he called friends walked away and left him to suffer on his own. It was a pattern she knew all too well, having seen it repeated amongst her peers from as long ago as she could remember. She, too, had learned this lesson at an early age, and so knew from experience what happened to those who were convinced that they were always right.

Dog, huh? The funny thing about dogs is that they remain by you, no matter how much torment you put them through. But only a fool takes that to mean that the creature is loyal. No, such a creature, if given a chance for a new, better life, would throw away all that it had to accept this chance. In short, after a while, you don't have your little dog to kick around anymore. This 'dog' is only a Human being, so how can you expect him to be any different? So I'd be careful about treating him with such contempt, arrogant boy. Yuki thought cynically, resisting the urge to say something along these lines aloud. Doing so would only get her in trouble, anyway.

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Remus grimanced at the back of my head before turning back to Yuki with an apologetic smile. "Forgive him for cutting him off... I tend to forget he's touchy about somethings... He's not a bad guy, really, just a bit... Rough around the edges..." Remus laughed as Akito gave up paying attention and turned to them, eyebrow raised.

"A bit..? Understandment. You do remember the time he punched that guy for trying to hurt that girl? Poor moron was in the hospital for a month with a broken rib cage..." Akito asked before he turned to Yuki, pointing at my back. I silently listened, not really focused on the sky. I wondered why they were trying to make me look better in her eyes. Trying to set me up no doubt. I snorted quietly so only Akito could hear. "This kid's just a big touchy ball of unfounded anger at first but he's damn loyal. Don't let this one meeting color your entire view." He gave a half smile to Remus, a smack on the head to me and turned back to Sensei.

"Exactly! Aki, you know exactly what to say!" Remus exclaimed and I rested my head on my desk, feeling a bit lighter. "Anyways, what were you saying about the cats? That they're strays? That's really cool. You should see his pet shop sometime. It's huge. I mean there's every pet in there." I didn't turn around but I held one finger up.

"And that honey badger from God knows where... I don't even think they can live in Japan..." Akito filled in for me and I smiled. I set my hand back down, looking out at the school yard when another teacher, female, burst through the doors, obviously shaken.

"Mr. Floros! Your beast of a dog bit another student again! Remove it from the campus!" the screeching filled the room and I stood, a barely concealed anger in my eyes.

"My 'beast' has done nothing but make sure your students are in class. They probably attacked her first." the sound of claws scratching the tile was heard and the large wolf like dog came bounding in, barking. "Hey, girl. You round everyone in?" I said, calmly walking over and petting her head. She gave a happy bark and I scratched one of her ears. "Sensei, can she stay in here with us? I don't want her to get in trouble." I asked, pointing to her. She was using the puppy dog eyes, so large and innocent. Sensei crashed easy. Kosetsu gave a wolfish grin to me, something she picked up from my father.

"Fine... Keep her in the back with you and don't let her make any noise.... Like I was saying..." I tuned him out as we walked back to my seat. I used the sit command dad taught me and let her sit beside me and Yuki-san. Kosetsu sniffed at the girl's skirt before letting her body relax.

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"That's nice," Yuki said, trying to seem like she had ever been interested in what the group was saying, although this was a prodigious feat she likely would not be able to accomplish. She could tell without listening that the two friends were probably bluffing so they could make their fellow sound better than he really was, giving themselves a reputation of sorts in the process. Oh, sorry, she thought. Am I supposed to be impressed right now? Well, forgive me for my skepticism.

Fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it - the "conversation" - if it could be called that, considering only one party was actually saying anything most of the time - was interrupted by the arrival of a large dog, which, despite apparently having attacked a student, was allowed to stay - not only on campus, but even in the classroom itself - simply because it was the pet of the boy over whom the two idiots the next few desks down were fawning. Well, perhaps he was a bit more important that Yuki had originally guessed, considering how easily the teacher caved to his will. Either that, or he was an ordinary person amongst a bunch of spineless morons. She was inclined to think it was the latter, considering he didn't seem to wield the kind of clout that the alpha male of the campus would have.

Idly, Yuki patted the dog on the head as it began sniffing her over, which seemed to satisfy it, causing it to turn its head away, ignoring her for the time being. Well, there wasn't much to do now besides listening to the two chatterboxes beside her babbling, so she decided to set her note pages in order as a means of tuning them out, although she didn't ignore them entirely, and nodded or answered a question now and again so as to seem like she was actually paying attention. That was the joy of multitasking: people could never tell which occupation you were paying more attention to.

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I allowed Kosetsu to nuzzle into the girl's skirt, her large tail thumping. I had to hide a smile with a light cough. "I'm glad that Kosetsu likes you. Means you're honest." I muttered, more to the dog than the girl herself. When my surrogate mother turned and looked at me, a smile broke out on my face, calm and serene. The dog huffed in a laugh before turning back to the girl. I ran a hand through her wry coat before turning back to the others. Poor girl was having a Remus moment, when the mutt of a human talked for what feels like hours.

"Ya know, Aki... She's starting to act like you do when I talk for no reason..." Remus pouted to his boyfriend, causing the other male to roll his eyes before looking at me. I nod and Akito goes back to berating his lover for being annoying. I watched with my normal blank face, though my eyes were swimming with amusement and some envy. The envy was because I wanted someone to be that open with. I almost nodded off again when the lunch bell rang. Everyone got up and left, leaving his group.

"Well, Yuki-san, you can eat with us and suffer through our insanity a few minutes longer or you can leave us and eat with another group. You have no need to stay with us." Akito said, making Remus look up at him with wide eyes. Akito raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"You spoke more than a sentence! This girl will be good for us, Aki, Mel! Don't let her leave!" he mock begged. I stood up and with a roll of my eyes, I stood and grabbed my bag.

"If we want to get a good spot on the roof, we should leave now..." I told them. "You are welcome to join us." I told her as Kosetsu rested her head on the girl's lap and whined. "Plus, I believe Kosetsu wants you to join as well..." I joked, a very small half smile on my face.

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The afternoon swam by, the boring, longwinded teachers - which Yuki tuned out whenever they weren't talking about something important directly in relation to her - being interrupted only by the occasional bits of carefree chatter from the cocky group next to her, or by the few brave souls who ventured back to ask her seven thousand different pointless questions about what her favorite book was, or if she had ever been in a relationship. She slipped up and instinctively answered "The Art of War" to the first, and dismissed the second as quickly as possible, incidentally. Fortunately, the occasional would-be admirer soon tired of their activity, and departed, probably to get lunch, since the bell for it had just rung.

It was just when she was just preparing to rejoice in her solitude and head for the nearest secluded place on campus - probably the roof, as she knew few people frequented such places - before she snapped that she found herself being addressed yet again, this time by one of the boys next to her, who stood and began to speak the moment she noticed him enough to turn her amber eyes in his direction.

Apparently, he wanted her to join him for lunch - a fact which, while frustrating on its own, was made even for of a nuisance by the knowledge that this group of friends apparently already frequented the roof of the school during this period - which meant that the only polite response would be to accommodate him. Although this frustrated her to no end, she did her best to conceal it, keeping her face in its usual placid, calm mask and her voice in its customary polite, respectful tone.

"Well, then I suppose she'll be happy, then. I don't really have anywhere better to go or know my way around, so I suppose I'll join you for a change of scenery," She replied ambiguously, unconsciously patting the head of the dog that was currently using her lap as a pillow, as though the animal was pleading her not to leave it alone amongst the lunatics that surrounded it. Well, reluctant as she was, there was no other option, so the young heiress quickly packed her books into her bag, gently slipped away from the large, cuddly hound, and rose to her feet, holding her bag casually at waist level.

"Shall we go, then?" She asked, motioning to the door with no trace of the disgust she felt at being dragged into a circle of conversation she had no desire to partake of.