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Anastasia Guillory

"The optimist sees the opportunity in every hardship; the pessimist sees the hardship in every opportunity."

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a character in “Vampire Knight: The Devil's Dance”, originally authored by Ion, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Reborn; Powerful Will or Desire | A Powerful Desire Reborn; The Rebirth of a Strong Will
āŒˆMy name? I suppose Iā€™ve never thought about whether it suits me or not. It shouldnā€™t matter anyway, right? Itā€™s just a name.āŒ‹




ā™ Theme

The Paper Kites - Bloom
Sia - Soon We'll Be Found
The Goo Goo Dolls - Iris
The Rasmus - No Fear




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āŒˆWho, me? Thereā€™s not really a whole lot to tell. Iā€™m justā€¦ well, Iā€™m pretty boring, really. What about you?āŒ‹




āŒˆNicknameāŒ‹
[ Ana | Annie | Gilly | Gil ]

āŒˆAgeāŒ‹
[ 17 ]

āŒˆGenderāŒ‹
[ Female ]

āŒˆRaceāŒ‹
[ Human ]

āŒˆRole:āŒ‹
[ Cross Academy Transfer Student ]

āŒˆFace Claim:āŒ‹
[ Orihime Inoue | BLEACH ]




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āŒˆEhe, itā€™s a little weird isnā€™t it? I swear though, I was born with hair this color!āŒ‹




āŒˆHair ColorāŒ‹
[ Burnt Orange | Ochre | Cinnabar ]

āŒˆEye ColorāŒ‹
[ Grey | Slate ]

āŒˆSkin ToneāŒ‹
[ Medium ]

āŒˆHeightāŒ‹
[ 5ā€™2ā€ ]

āŒˆWeightāŒ‹
[ 110 ]

āŒˆPhysical DescriptionāŒ‹
[ Anastasia stands out in a crowd because of her hair. Itā€™s not exactly the most common color in the world, and she wears it long, so itā€™s kind of hard not to notice in a crowd of people. That said, itā€™s not all that badā€”people get used to it after a while, and then itā€™s not such a big deal. The hue is something between the color of sunset on stone and maybe a bit like fireā€”in the sun, it reflects a bunch of different red, gold, and orange hues, which adds to that impression. There are shorter bits near the front, some of which are impossible to tuck behind her ears, so sheā€™s kind of stuck with them getting frequently in her face until they grow out a little more.

Her eyes are large and almond-shaped, the color a darkish grey for the most part, comparable to maybe slate or wet granite, perhaps. Nothing to write home about, as far as sheā€™s concerned. Her facial structure generally has a typically-French refinement to it, and sheā€™s striking in her own way, though she doesnā€™t look like a supermodelā€”sheā€™s not nearly tall enough, for one. In fact, when it comes right down to it, Anastasia is short. Barely a pair of inches over five feet tall, sheā€™s used to being comically unable to reach things on high shelves, for instance. Itā€™s just an annoying fact of life for her.

Her body shape is something from another era, really. These days, people tend to favor the really thin aesthetic, and that was just never going to happen for her. She was a stick-thin little girl, but when puberty hit, she acquired curves, and theyā€™re not going anywhere. Her shape is an hourglass, certainly, though she is in excellent shape and has a moderate amount of muscle tone and an otherwise trim physique, thereā€™s just no helping the shape of her bustline and hips. Sheā€™s not too bothered about how she looks, reallyā€”as long as sheā€™s living a healthy lifestyle, sheā€™s fine with whatever. The girl has a smile that can light up a room, and a sort of easy, friendly air about her that is obvious even from a distance. That sense of vibrancy easily makes up for what she lacks in the height department. ]




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āŒˆIā€™m good atā€¦ normal things, I guess? Well, all right, maybe some of them arenā€™t that normal, but what can I say?āŒ‹




āŒˆPotential InterestāŒ‹
None at the current moment: Well, being new to Cross, Anastasia doesnā€™t really know anybody, which is sort of an obstacle to making friends or having relationships of other sorts. Sheā€™s not actively looking for anything like that, but she wonā€™t complain if it does happen. More than anything, though, she just wants to have some friends.

āŒˆSkills
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    ā˜… Shaolin Kung-Fu || She picked this up from her adopted father, actually, who was really fond of martial arts in general, and quite insistent that his daughter never be completely helpless in any situation. She uses it more to keep herself in shape than to actually fight anything, as sheā€™s not overly fond of the idea of violence.
    ā˜… Singing and Dancing || Entirely useless as far as she can tell, but nevertheless talents that she has. She lacks formal training for the most part, and is just a very gifted amateur. Itā€™s not something sheā€™d ever do in front of people necessarily, though she will sometimes do either or both by herself if she catches the mood.
    ā˜… Tech Genius || Youā€™d never guess it just by looking at her or listening to her talk, but Anastasiaā€™s IQ is actually almost 200, and she has a special gift for mechanical devices. She tends to tinker with them in her spare time, and all of her technology is stuff sheā€™s made or modified herself.

āŒˆAbilitiesāŒ‹
    āœ  Reflexes || Perhaps due to the fact that her brain processes things faster than other peoplesā€™, she has an extraordinary level of reflex for a human being. The thing is, she doesnā€™t even have to think about things like thisā€”she just does them, and is sometimes genuinely surprised by the result.
    āœ  Psychic Amplification || Anastasia is one of those rare humans who has developed a kind of ESP. Itā€™s not exactly the same thing as a vampireā€™s abilities, but itā€™s interesting all the same. She has a way of just knowing things that doesnā€™t seem to derive from observation or logic, and if she concentrates, she can read peopleā€™s minds. Itā€™s not something she does often, as it tends to be tiring, and she thinks itā€™s kind of rude.




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āŒˆThe truth is, I love meeting new people, even the ones that think Iā€™m annoying or a freak. Everyoneā€™s got something interesting to say. Isnā€™t it wonderful, this world we live in?āŒ‹




āŒˆOther:āŒ‹
Anastasia has no idea who her birth parents were or where she really comes from. All she knows is that she was adopted by her father from an orphanage when the nuns discovered that she seemed to be reading peopleā€™s minds for fun. Her father was something of an expert on paranormal matters, and as a result, he took her in for the sake of training her. She knows of the existence of vampires, but sheā€™s never met one before, which is why she jumped at the opportunity to attend Cross Academy when a letter was sent inviting her to come and offering her a scholarship to pay for it.

āŒˆHabits
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    ā˜ Smiling || Anastasiaā€™s just a happy person, and tends to smile for no reason at all, or when nervous, excited, happy, and sometimes even when sad. It could be said, perhaps, that she hides behind it, just a little.
    ā˜ Daydreaming || On a day-to-day basis, she may actually come off as a ditz for her tendency to zone out, sometimes in the middle of doing something else. She canā€™t really help itā€”sometimes itā€™s her abilities acting up, and other times, itā€™s just that her mind tends to be in a million places at once.
    ā˜ Gardening || She has a large watering can which she lugs around the grounds to tend to the flower beds further out. She doesnā€™t do a lotā€”just waters and weeds and trims occasionally. It makes her feel useful.




āŒˆLikesāŒ‹
    įƒ¦ Sweets || The quickest way to Anastasiaā€™s good graces is through her sweet tooth. Anything will do, reallyā€”candy, cookies, cake, brownies, even sweet teas and fruits.
    įƒ¦ Company || Some people handle solitude very well. Others even prefer it. Anastasia is not one of those people. She likes to be around others, to the point where she can sometimes forget that others may not want to be around her.
    įƒ¦ Sunshine || Who wouldnā€™t? Well, unless they were allergic to it or something, perhaps. She can often be found laying in the grass on sunny days, because it puts her at ease and reminds her of home.

āŒˆDislikesāŒ‹
    āœ˜ Dogs || She had a bad experience as a child. Sheā€™ll be okay if oneā€™s aroundā€¦ as long as it doesnā€™t approach her.
    āœ˜ Protracted Silence || At least of the awkward kind. Silence is totally fine if both parties are so inclined, but those times when a conversation justā€¦ stops, for lack of anything else to say? They make her really uncomfortable.
    āœ˜ Melons || Theyā€™re such pretty colorsā€”but they hardly taste like anything. She considers it a disappointment.




āŒˆStrengthsāŒ‹
    ā™¦ Resilience || Mental, not physical. Anastasiaā€™s as vulnerable to damage as any other human, but she can take a lot of emotional or psychological pain before she starts to crumble.
    ā™¦ Intelligence || It doesnā€™t always come across at first, but sheā€™s smart, and far more perceptive than others give her credit for. She has knowledge I a wide array of areas, and generally tends also to instinctively understand what other people need.
    ā™¦ Kindness || Perhaps itā€™s not conventionally considered a strength, but Anastasia is kindhearted and openā€”willing to give freely of herself for the sake of other people. While it may hurt her in the short term, sheā€™s sure sheā€™s better off in the long run for it.

āŒˆWeaknessesāŒ‹
    ā˜Æ Bleeding Heart || The easiest way to manipulate her is to play to her sympathies, and she doesnā€™t always stop to think before throwing in her lot to help people, even people she knows arenā€™t trustworthy, if she feels they need it. It would have to seem like a good cause, of course, but even so, it could definitely be used against her.
    ā˜Æ Only Human || Psychic or no, Anastasia isnā€™t as tough or quick or strong as a vampire, not even a noble, really. She wouldnā€™t stand much chance in a fight against one, at least not if it were purely physical.




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āŒˆI guess maybe Iā€™m a little strange. Iā€™ve always believed in all of these things that nobody else thinks are real, and itā€™s never bothered me before. Because, if I canā€™t be me, who would I be?āŒ‹




āŒˆPersonalityāŒ‹
Honest | Warm | Head-in-the-Clouds | Gentle

[ It would be hard to pick a person less likely to have enemies than Anastasia. Bright, optimistic, cheerful, and compassionate, she seems at first glance to be the ideal friend and classmate. That said, sheā€™s also a littleā€¦ odd. Generally speaking, sheā€™s happy enough to engage in conversation with anyone, but she may occasionally lose her place in the flow of it, as though her mind were always half-elsewhere. She also sometimes accidentally answers things that were thought, but not said, because she didnā€™t realize that she was currently reading the mind in question. She also will quite honestly admit tot believing in things like ghosts, vampires, witches and ESP, which makes most people a little leery of her if they happen to be of a more traditional mindset on such matters.

She seems almost to thrum with some kind of untapped vitality, the potential of a girl as yet undefined. Though she has in her time endured strife enough, she has not allowed it to bring her down in any significant way, and her scars, where they are, are just another part of her skin, integrated seamlessly into her whole and not dwelled upon overmuch. She displays an extraordinary ability to bounce back from traumatic experiences, and a willingness to help others do the same, regardless of what it takes. Sheā€™s always ready with a gentle word or a reassurance, and seems to never have an ill word to say about anyone.

She is open rather than reserved, though there is still the sense that what one sees of her is far from all there is. She doesnā€™t share the thought, and claims that with her, ā€œwhat you see is what you get.ā€ Anastasia is neither particularly boastful nor self-deprecating, but there is a certain modesty about her all the sameā€”she accepts what compliments she is given with grace, but lingering on the topic of herself is something she prefers not to do. She enjoys learning new things about other people, and will not generally hesitate to ask questions with this end in mind. Sometimes, sheā€™s accidentally rude in this fashion, though never on purpose. Itā€™s just easy to forget that some people have stricter boundaries than she does.

Sheā€™s rather innocent of matters of love, at least for herself, though at her previous school, she had something of a reputation as a matchmaker, helped along by her intuitions about who thought what of whom. Itā€™s something that makes her happy, to make others happy too, and she seizes on the opportunities where she can find them. Ana is actually somewhat softspoken, and not at all obnoxious, but her energy is definitely palpable. ]




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āŒˆWhere we come from is important. Butā€¦ not as important as where we choose to go from there.āŒ‹




āŒˆHistoryāŒ‹
[ Anastasiaā€™s history isnā€™t anything terribly tragic, or at least she doesnā€™t tend to think so. She has no idea who her parents were, biologically, but she does know that she was raised in an orphanage connected with the Catholic Church for the first few years of her life. When it was discovered that she wasnā€™t exactly the same as other children, she was put into the care of the man she considers her father: a priest named Renault. Father Renault was much unlike many of his contemporaries, in that he knew of the existence of things like vampires and humans with psychic talent, and viewed neither as inherently evil. He was actually an esper in some measure himself, though nothing like Ana.

She lived with him for the majority of his life, tending the small church he ran in southern France, and training her talents while attending school as all children do. It wasnā€™t until she was seventeen that anything in particular changed for herā€”for it was then that she received the invitation to attend Cross Academy. Father Renault looked upon it as an excellent opportunity for her to get to know more about the world outside her home country, and more about vampires and suchlike as well. Given his opinion on the matter, she could also only agree that it would be a good thing to do.

Though the school had been once destroyed, and danger seems to lurk in its shadows, Anastasia is optimistic about what she might find there, and the people she might meet. And so it is that she arrives for her first day of attendanceā€¦ ]




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āŒˆSometimes in life, we all fall down. The places we fall to are often dark, and seem inescapable. But as long as we stand up again, thereā€™s hope. If you canā€™t stand up anymore, take my hand and lean on me. I wonā€™t let you fall.āŒ‹



So begins...

Anastasia Guillory's Story

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"Am I still dreaming? Sometimes it feels as if I am."




Lunch with Anastasia had been a bit nice. Sachiko had come along for the ride as well as Kaede, and everything seemed to flow, naturally. Asuka had found herself smiling more-so that day than she had the entire year and a half ago, even longer than that, in their presence. She had sat next to Sachiko, leaving Sora to his own accord and listened to the conversations with a sort of awe as the two spoke to each other. Asuka was fine with not being included into their conversation; she was somewhat fascinated by what Anastasia could do. She was almost a bit disappointed when the lunch period ended and they had to go their separate ways, she back to her prefect duties, and the others back to class or wherever it was they were to head towards.

She walked through the halls of the Academy, letting her mind calm and her hands roll across the walls. The building still felt different to her, and she wasn't entirely sure why, but it must have something to do with the fact that Haruka was gone. Though she still mourned the loss of her friend, Asuka was trying to move on. Some may think it harsh of her to do so, so quickly, however; she wasn't being harsh, at least not in her mind. Being accustomed to death was not something Asuka liked, but with every thing that has happened in the last year and some months, things were not always what they seemed. She had to move on if only for the sake of her still living friends. She had not paid much attention to where she was going, and Asuka found herself standing in front of the music room. She blinked owlishly at the door before pushing it open and stepping inside.

"It has been a while," she stated, allowing her hands to roam over the various instruments before landing on the one so familiar to her. Part of her regretted breaking her own violin, but she didn't want to play it any longer. It was something she didn't think about when she committed the deed, but now she was. She sighed softly through her nose before pulling one of the violin's off of the stands and began tuning it. Once the strings had been tightened and tuned, she took the violin with her, leaving the music room and headed towards her favorite spot to practice: the roof. It has been a while since she was last up here to practice anything, and she was feeling in the mood to do something other than patrol. Once she reached the roof, she was greeted by her familiar.

"I thought you gave it up?" he stated, amusement laced in his tone as Asuka pulled her face into a scowl. "If I remember correctly, you were the one who stated that you were no longer going to play," he continued as he flapped his wings, releasing a few feathers in the process. "I am glad you did not though. Some of us were beginning to miss your music," he stated, mischief shining through his eyes. Asuka simply rolled her eyes, placing the violin underneath her chin before drawing the bow across the strings, eliciting a soft sound before glancing back at snow.

"It was a mistake, one I do not plan on making again. Thanks Snow, for not giving up on me," Asuka stated as she smiled at Snow. He merely chuckled at her as she took a deep breath, gazing out over the building in the process. Releasing the held breath, she began sliding the bow over the strings again, eliciting a sound that was carried by the wind. She allowed, as she had before, the music to take over her, letting it flow naturally on its own.

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Alice tilted her head to the side, an action which would be done when one is curious or wondering about something. However when she does it, her gesture seemed to be more of calculating and observing every little movements of this human known to her as Anastasia Guillory. "Are you really that confident you can remain friends with Zenith?" There was a hint of sarcasm in that cheery tone of hers. Furthermore, there was also an underlying threat covered by the way she childishly delivered her question. However, she seemed uncaring of the answer that the human girl would have and was more interested to the direction in which Zenith would be coming from. After all, she knew that the Pure-blood King will never be able to stay away from her for so long. That is simply how it is and how it was meant to be.

Like clockwork, emotionless golden eyes gazed at Alice who ever so slightly lifted its gaze to the maiden with sunset-colored hair. This person was known to him as Ms. Guillory. Why was she here? His eyes did not stay on the human girl and was quickly returned to the little girl whom he could not help but see as the shadow of someone very dear to him even now. Following behind him, the ever jovial Luke who raised an eyebrow at the people he could see at the corridor. It was bound to get very interesting. "Hello! Good morning to y'all!" The usual energetic and brilliant greeting did not change. Of course, Alice could care less about him and immediately run towards Zenith. "Zenith! I missed you!" As if no one was there but her and the Silver Pure-blood.

Without much of a hesitation or thought, Zenith caught Alice who jumped to his arms. This was something he had grown accustomed to. It only then that he was assaulted with the scent that he had been enchanted by the dream of a past. "Did you miss me too?" Expecting ruby red eyes looked at him. It was impossible for him not to answer or to ignore this girl which he had done to many others. Adjusting his hold on Alice, he freed his other arm and then proceeded to tuck a stray hair of hers behind her ear. "Yes." It was a one-word answer and there was not even the treble of emotion behind it. Yet, it was enough for Alice to smile so brightly and embraced him more tightly as her delicate arms encircled his neck. "I'll give you a special treat as a reward!" She stated happily and for anyone to hear, it was much like treating Zenith like a faithful dog. Oddly enough, he did not mind at all.

On the other hand, Luke stood by the side while watching the scene before him unfold. There was no denying it. This Alice person has similarities with Amalthea. It was not only due to specific physical features but, the sweet scent of roses. Furthermore, he was now starting to see why Zenith was under the thumb of this Alice who appears in the form of a little girl. It cannot be helped as his ward was still a prisoner to his past and memories. In any case, he really has no objections with what kind of relationships the kid would like to have. The only problem which he sees in this was the fact, this Alice was someone who was made specifically for Zenith, and that alone was suspicious enough. The words that the Headmaster left him with during their last meeting echoed inside his thoughts. Was this connected somehow?

"Well, so this is the infamous Alice. Why don't you introduce me, kid?" Luke interrupted the exchange between the two with his signature smile. It was effective enough as Zenith looked at him as if in a daze. As for Alice, she clearly was not pleased as a pout was present on her lips. "This is Alice." Well, that was much as an introduction anyone could asked from him. Luke sighed at this while Alice continued for the emotionless pure-blood. "Alice Rosenkreuz, I'm his sister. Don't you know that Luke?" Those crimson eyes of hers held a certain gleam of warning and also something foreboding as if Alice knew something more than all of them combined. Well, it was not impossible to do so. As for the jovial pure-blood, he raised an eyebrow at this. Silence reigned among them which was soon destroyed by a chuckling Luke. This little girl was obviously more than what it seems. How interesting and very dangerous.

"So sorry about that, little lady. I have a forgetful memory." Luke managed to say as he had finally calmed down from his laughter and then scratched the back of his head while glancing at Zenith who did not express any kind of retort or contradiction to what Alice stated. So, he took this as a sign for him not to intervene in such matters and he will do so. He was only here for to ensure that Zenith would not be harmed. So, as long as his ward was fine, he would not do anything that could ripple through this silent pond. Alice smiled at this and then returned her attention to Zenith. "Can we go now?" Zenith gave a curt nod as he looked at Luke and then to Ms. Guillory.

Noticing this, Alice looked at Anastasia once more and then smiled with such a devilish intent. It was hardly normal for a little girl but when it comes to her, it fitted perfectly. "Your new friend is interesting. Do you think she'll stay?" The question made him look at Alice who met his gaze without flinching. He could tell that Alice wanted to know his answer right here and right now. She will not let him stay quiet. Moreover, the true meaning of her words were well-known to him. "No." He stated as he walked away with Alice in tow. The little girl smiled happily at this while waving at Luke and Anastasia. "Bye! Bye!"

Soon enough, the two were gone from sight as Luke sighed once more and even shook his head. He then looked at Anastasia. "Sorry about that." He apologized to her as it may had been a very awkward situation and especially how Alice was acting, it was very intentional in every way. "Those two are very close, you see." He noted and suddenly remembered something. Clapping his hands, he reached out his hand to her and smiled warmly. "I forgot to introduce myself. The name is Luke." When she took his offered hand, he leaned his face closed to hers as if looking for something. He stayed in that position for a few minutes before pulling away. "You're beautiful, that's why Alice is a bit hostile with you." He said with cheerful manner but then, his eyes of green was not smiling when he spoke his next set of words. "For your own good, you should stay away from the little girl and more importantly to the Kid."

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ā€œThe greatest tragedy of all is to live, and never to have reached for anything that seems beyond your grasp.ā€



She knew the question, innocently-phrased as it was, did not call for an answer, and she did not give it one. Words were so seldom powerfulā€”what would saying it accomplish? Anastasia herself already knew it, and Alice would believe what she wanted to believe, regardless of what she said. This was something she knew without needing to observe for any time at all. It made her a little sad, actually, but she accepted it for what it was. The answers to questions like that should probably be writ only in deeds, anyway.

Zenith rounded the corner, and to say the scene that took place was strange was probably to do it a bit of a disservice. On the surface of it, she expected it might look commonplace enoughā€”a brother and sister, glad to be reunited, or something of the sort. Ana had never had any brothers nor sisters, so she perhaps could not say what it might have looked like to someone else, only what she saw in it. And that was never what ordinary people saw, even if she sometimes wished it was. She clasped her hands gently in front of her and smiled softly when she was acknowledged, if only briefly, but it was not long before the two were on their way.

She sighed softly and shook her head at Zenithā€™s answer to Aliceā€™s question. Apparently, he did not believe that she would continue to be his friend for very long. Well, that was perhaps to be expected. He had no reason to believe in her, and unlike her, he probably needed a reason before heā€™d do something like that.

She was brought from her thoughts by Luke, who more formally introduced himself, though she had learned what his name was. With a mild expression, she raised a hand and waved it vaguely in front of her face, as though to stave off the apology. ā€œOh, thatā€™s not necessary to do. I had guessed as much already.ā€ Well, guessing had very little to do with it. It may have only been a very educated guess from Zenithā€™s reaction to receiving Aliceā€™s letter the day before, but it was much more than that now, from the reads she had on both of them. There was something a littleā€¦ twisted about it, though, something that had begun to worry her when she caught something about Alice having been made for her friend. What could possibly be meant by that? She knew, of course, that vampires made a habit of exchanging blood with one another because of certain laws and a preference for the taste over humans or the artificial caplets they had, but was that what was being referred to? Made seemed like such an odd choice of wordā€¦

Her smile returned to her face when she took Lukeā€™s hand and shook it, though she once again thought that he reminded her of some odd shadowplay, or perhaps clockwork and hidden cogs, as though his workings, the true ones, were kept far from the surface. She knew his smile didnā€™t reach his eyes because she sometimes saw the same thing in the mirror, when she told herself that everything would be fine after all. Even if she was alone. Even if sheā€™d never see him again. She could only suppose that heā€™d lost someone precious. Like Zenith, like her. Like Sora, who almost never smiled, and like Asuka, who seemed the strongest of them all for the way she was still moving forward.

Wellā€¦ Ana would do her very best to move forward, too. It was the only thing left to do, after all. She blinked at the extended proximity, but by now she was used to being something of an object of curiosity. So she only tilted her head to one side, huffing an amused breath at the comment. ā€œYou flatter me, but if thatā€™s the reason, then there should be many more people here she dislikes more than I,ā€ she said with a small shrug. ā€œPerhaps even yourself?ā€ Her tone was a bit teasing, but it was true enough. Luke was clearly a beautiful personā€”one had only to look to see that. The school was full of vampires, for goodnessā€™ sakes, and they were lovely without exception. She saw nothing untoward about pointing this out.

His last sentence, however, actually managed to wring a sigh from her. It wasnā€™t one of vexation, just a bit of weariness. Politely, she released his hand, wrapping both of hers around herself and rocking back on her heels. How to say it? ā€œItā€™s a funny thingā€¦ my own good, I mean. Everyone seems to have some opinion about what it is, but meā€¦ Iā€™m not so sure. You see, I think having friends and keeping promises are both things I should do for my own good. And I think that being around people who are willing to let me be who I am is good for me. Being his friendā€¦ that lets me do all these things that are good for me. I hope that, one day, it will do him some good, too. Even just a little. Donā€™t you think he deserves that?ā€ She smiled brightly, then shrugged again.

ā€œI do.ā€




Asuka was eventually joined on the rooftop, but perhaps not by the person sheā€™d expected. Sora was still on prefect rounds, and Kaede was in class at present. Sachiko, however, had the time to spare, and, troubled by things she could only half-discern in her visions, sheā€™d taken to wandering, only to be lured here by the sound of the violin music. She waited politely for the song to end, then stepped up beside Asuka.

ā€œHello, Suka-chan,ā€ she greeted, trying the nickname on for size and finding she liked it. ā€œSora said youā€™d stopped playing. Iā€™m glad to find he was wrong. Actually, I usually amā€”he says such depressing things sometimes.ā€ She smiled, but it was a bit uneasy, and her dark grey eyes flickered with some unnamable anxiety.

ā€œItā€™s a bit funny, actually. He never talked much about school, but even before he knew who you were, heā€™d always talk about the Violinist he listened to. I wonderā€¦ I suppose I have to believe in Fate a little, because of the things I see, but do you?ā€ She folded her hands behind her back lacing her fingers together and inclining her head towards Snow with a smile.

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There was no denying. Alice knew well. Zenith was very starved due to her unexplained absence. Well, there was no need for her to explain. At the same time, he really did not ask for it in particular. For now, she wanted to focus on the sensation of her blood being taken from her neck with such fervor. It was exquisitely delightful in more ways than one. This was the undeniable proof that the Rosenkreuz pure-blood, the King of Vampires solely belongs to her. He will only taste her blood and no one else. Well, there was an incident about that particular person. It was something which she despised very much. Because even now, that taste still would not fade away within his system. However, there was nothing he could do, nor is he willing to do anything about it. Moreover, she will not allow it anyway. He only belongs to her.

"You have been good. You did not drink the blood of another." Alice noted while twirling a lock of Zenith's hair around her index finger. She was delighted that he was immovable in this aspect or rather very stubborn. Although, she did want to see this emotionless pure-blood be desperate even if it was just once. How his beautiful face would twist in agony and then pleading for a morsel of hope to save him. It would be definitely a wonderful sight. Yet, her thought soured when she remembered that person who held a lingering affection from him. To that person, he who should never show any form of feelings will subtly invoke a form of response. "After all, that person now belongs to another." Her words were able to elicit a form of reaction from the pure-blood. He briefly stopped from drinking her blood, yet, continued on as if it did not occur. Of course, this was not unnoticed.

"You only need me." It was stated with a clear bravado. There was no longer a chance for Zenith and that nuisance of a girl to be tied as one. This was not because she chose another or fell in love. It was due to the fact that he had chosen not to act or even more so, to ensure it will never be possible through the decisions he had done. As such, their possible destiny slowly erupted into the shadow of nothingness. After all, the future was nothing more a network of compromised choices. It was the same thing in regards to the other insect of a human girl. Good thing, that insect died Although, she knew well that he still cared about that disconnected affection and that deceased human girl. She despises it very much. Now, there was another annoying twit in her way. She was an irritating thing for what the future seemed to show. This mundane girl seemed to hold a degree of influence over him which she will never allow.

The future could be changed and altered. This had been proven and done many times. Alice had been instrumental in all of them and she will change it once more to what she desired. After all, it always does end in how she wanted it, always. "So, you don't have any need for that new friend of yours." Zenith finally stopped his intake of her blood. He then raised his head to look into those crimson red eyes filled with possessiveness directed at him. It did not bother him at the very least. This was something he was rather familiar with and to be expected in her. At the same time, he knew well who she was pertaining to. It was the human girl, Anastasia Guillory. The very odd human girl, he had met. He had already stated to that girl he was very dangerous. Yet, she was persistent and stated that it was her choice, her will. As such, he had no right to intervene in her own volition.

"She is not my friend." There was no hesitation, no doubt, no emotions of any kind could be traced. This was true in the perception that he does not see her as a friend. It was only Ms. Guillory who believed that. Alice smiled brightly at this. She knew that Zenith had done and wanted to distance himself from such matters. It was his belief that it would be for the best. However, that twit was persistent and was very annoying in every way. She then traced the corners of his face in a very gentle manner as she continued to look into his abyssal golden eyes. "So, do me a favor." She said with a malicious smile as she leaned forward, placing the curve of her neck in front of his lips. After all, she knew he was not done yet with his feeding. "Take her out of the picture."

Zenith did not show any sort of emotion from the words she had stated and what she wanted him to do. He was certain that he did like for Ms. Guillory to stay away. There was no need for anyone else to be involved in his personal affairs. Yet, he stopped his thoughts at that. Instead, he simply closed his eyes and bite into Alice's neck. He continued to drink her sinful blood. It was rather fitting for someone like him. Yes, this is why the only blood he will consume would be hers. She run her fingers through his silvery white hair while looking at the lone red marble floating in front of her. The small sphere was glittering. It was yet again showing her a myriad of scenes. "Do you want to see the world in my eyes?" She stated playfully as the enclosed room they were in was filled with the sweet scent of roses as if lulling everyone into a very dangerous dream.





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Entertaining and very interesting as well, this girl was a delightful creature. Well, vampires like him especially are meant to be beautiful and attractive. It was a trait which they were given to adapt to this world, after all, their prey were humans who liked all things shiny and pretty. However, this human girl was a threat to Alice probably because she was the only one who dared to reach out to his stoic ward. He finds this very ironic in every sense. ā€œYou're a very interesting belle." He noted with a smile as those bright green eyes of his gazed at her. The little energetic familiar named O had told him about where this human girl had become friends with the Rosenkreuz King. Many people would view this as foolish, malicious, or any deregotary term people could think nowadays. But certainly, it would never be seen in a positive light. ā€œThat's why Alice is hostile with you. Your beauty is far different from the others who tried to attach themselves to the Kid."

Luke gave a hearty chuckle upon hearing her answer. No wonder O was excited when the white familiar told him about the encounter. Perhaps, this girl would be the key to everything. Hopefully, she would be, but then again, disappointment was always part of life especially in the lives such as theirs. ā€œHe does deserve it." Luke stated after he calmed himself from his laughter and released a rather sad sigh. His eyes looked away from her and instead gazed to the skies above. They were starting to darken and the scent of rain was slowly filling the air. It was obvious to him that soon the sky will cry. ā€œBut that kid has a rather different mindset and priority and once he decides on something, it would be till the end." He took out a pocket watch and gently held it in his hand. Anyone could tell that it was a precious object to him. His eyes also soften to a great degree but there was melancholy behind those green orbs of his.

ā€œAt times, it's a good thing. But most of the time..." Luke looked at her and shrugged his shoulders. ā€œIt's bad." He then looked back at his pocket watch and then opened it as a melody began to play. It held a certain affection, mystery, and sadness in it. But nevertheless, it was rather entrancing as if lulling everyone into a beautiful dream. ā€œYou'll be a good influence to him, really." He then looked back at her with his usual smile which seemed to allude that nothing could ever get him down. However, it was not true at all. No one was truly unaffected in this cruelly beautiful world. ā€œThough, I fear for your safety." The pocket watch stopped playing as he closed it and released a hopeful sigh. ā€œThat kid gave up everything he could ever want and so, everyone gave up on him." After saying that, he kept the pocket watch and stretched his arms upwards in which the rain began to slowly drizzle around them. ā€œSo, I really wish you wouldn't give up on him." He then looked at her with a really brilliant yet meaningful smile. ā€œRight now, what he really needs is a friend, you."




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|ā€œEverything is according to your will... Ah, sorry... Your will is inconsequential."|




Within the Headmaster's Office, Hughes was sitting on the couch while looking at the various documents which he held with a lazy eye. It was all about the usual school affairs and whatnot. However, a particular document caught his interest. It was the application of a new student. He would need to call Dahlia that she would need to be more keen on babysitting. At the very least one of the children was well-behaved. In any case, he found the turn of events interesting. Even more so with the timely appearance of Anastasia Guillory. After all, he had lost one of his prospects. It was actually the only thing which made him sad losing one of his so-called precious student. Furthermore, it was also probably the reason in which Alice pushed through coming here at the Academy.

His thoughts was only disturbed when his personal phone rang. Hughes waited for a few rings before answering it. "Yes." There was no need for any introduction on his end. On the other line, there was a distinguishable female voice. There was a lot of things being said. "I will handle it." That was his decisive answer and there was no need for any more words to be said. Another issue was reported to him as he simply sighed at this. It seemed there was yet again another failure. He would have to inform Dahlia to handle things for a while. This Academy will be keeping him busy for a while. "Dispose and then get a new batch. Do also inform Dahlia about Alice escaping and tell her to handle my workload for the meantime." There was a brief response and afterwards, he ended the call. There was nothing else to be said.

That was when his eyes glanced over a piece of document which Hughes had set aside earlier. He picked it up and looked at the data on the sheet of paper with scrutiny. This was actually the thing he had stated which he will handle personally. Things would certainly be entertaining and lively around here. "Shall we get things started." His lips slowly formed into a very calculating smile as thoughts of horrid things filled his mind.

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ā€œYou know, Iā€™m not really anything special. All I am is someone who wants someone else not to suffer. Shouldnā€™t everyone be like that?ā€



He was laughing at her, but she wouldnā€™t hold it against him. She didnā€™t really understand what was so amusing about the answer, but then, she was among people in a situation where everyone seemed to know more about everything than she did. Most unusual, for someone as smart as she was, but then, it wasnā€™t IQ that was operative here. It was history. They had it, and she was very new to it. It wasnā€™t as if she could just ignore the fact that there was a mystery here, but she knew when to ask and when to simply accept. Not something that had always been easy for her, but she liked to believe that just like everything and everyone else, she could change. It was, after all, the essential process of life. Nothing was ever meant to remain the same.

He told her she was interesting, which was one of those words that could have almost any connotation at all. She, however, took it as a compliment and accepted it gracefully. ā€œWhy thank you. Itā€™s nice to know Iā€™m not boring, at least.ā€ She smiled lightly, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes, but sobered when she observed how he looked at the pocketwatch. It was clearly a very sentimental object to him, and she supposed it must be connected to whatever she sensed heā€™d lost.

The tune it played was lovely, but sad, and for a moment, she simply contemplated what heā€™d said. This was not, for all appearances to the contrary, a frivolous man, and if he was saying anything at all to her, there was a reason for it. What that reason was, she could not yet divine, and probably would not be able to without much more exercise of her abilities than she was comfortable using on someone. The only time she ever entered anotherā€™s mind on purpose was with permission, and, important as she felt whatever he was trying to tell her to be, she would not break this rule of hers to find out. Because people had reasons for what they did not say just as much as reasons for what they did.

In the end, she simply did what she always did, and spoke her mind, perhaps a shade too bluntly but with unmistakable sincerity all the same. ā€œMy father told me once that I donā€™t know how to give up,ā€ she remarked, and though it seemed conversational and light as everything else sheā€™d said, there was a steely undertone to it, belying some strength that most would never even guess was present in someone like her. ā€œAnd I wonā€™t learn in this case, I assure you.ā€ She tilted her head faintly to one side, a few locks falling over her shoulder.

Zen needed a friend? Perhaps, and sheā€™d known that, on some level, which was why sheā€™d made the offer in the first place. But she was uncertain why Luke seemed to be insinuating that it was her specifically. Was he not also his friend? And they knew each other very well, that much was clear. She blinked, and then chased away the thoughts. It didnā€™t matter. Her resolution was the same. Though she truly understood precious little of what was going on, she could feel it, the way things started to close in around them, with a kind of suffocating intensity she had not known before. It was obvious what she had to do, and she would not be dissuaded from doing it.

ā€œThen he shall have one, have me. Whether he wants me or not.ā€ The words were meant in the most innocent way possible, and she was not aware that there was another manner in which they could be taken, if her friendly smile was anything to go by. Even if this friendship remained entirely one-sided for the rest of her life, she was sticking to it. After all, she really didnā€™t know how to give up.

ā€œBut you know, Lukeā€¦ if you ever need to talk to someone, about,ā€ she waved a hand broadly to encompass the things that she could sense but not quite name, ā€œIā€™ve been told Iā€™m a pretty good listener.ā€ She shrugged. He didnā€™t really seem like the sort who would confide, but she figured the offer couldnā€™t hurt, just in case. Because he was sad, too, thoughā€¦ it wasnā€™t quite the same kind of thing as Zenithā€™s misery, really. Regardless, he had helped her, in a way, and she would like to someday be able to return the favor.

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Luke blinked a couple of times as he heard the human girl's reply to his statement. The sound of the falling rain behind them did not dissuade the bubbling laughter which emitted from within him. This girl was truly something else. It reminded him of a certain person. It was probably why the image of a person in the past overlapped with this human girl's presence before his eyes. How fascinating. At the same time, it was a good thing to know. In any case, it seemed she was unaware what are the various connotations of her statement. One was something he was sure that they were on the same page with, she meant it with determination to be the Kid's friend. The other one was a playful one and even could be a possibility. But of course, if that would ever happen, she and the Kid must be prepared for the worst.

ā€œHe should be fine then with you around." He was able to say as his laughter finally settled down. His bright emerald eyes looked at the rain behind him. In that watery curtain, he was seeing scene of two females, one was considerably a child and the other preferable an adult. They were playing under the rain with such a smile. Soon, they slowly changed into that of two children, a boy and a girl. ā€œYou might think that me and the Kid appear to be friends, but we aren't." His eyes held a distant look as he continued on. ā€œWe are simply connected by certain events. Kindred spirits in a sense. When it ends, we are nothing to each other." After saying that, he returned his attention to Anastasia and have his signatory smile. It appeared to be bright but behind there was a notable darkness. This indicated that the relationship between the two pure-bloods was not really as vibrant as it appears to be.

Hearing her offer to listen to his personal matters, Luke could not help but chuckle a bit. She was both endearing and a bit reckless. Endearing in a sense in her innocence to share the burden, yet reckless for she has no idea how terrible and broken the things she would hear if he really does speak his inner secrets. Strictly speaking, she will not be able to take it nor is she prepared to. This was probably why the Kid had believed strongly she would give up on the idea of being his friend. However, Luke would like to see how determine this girl about not giving up and perhaps, she will succeed. He really hope she does, before everything would be far too late. Anyway, he smiled at her and gave a polite nod. ā€œThanks, I'll keep sure to remember that."

Looking at a certain direction, he released a sigh and returned his attention to Anastasia. ā€œWell, time for me to go. I'm the bodyguard after all." With that said, he waved at her and began to take his leave. However, he stopped midway and looked back at the human girl. ā€œAn advise, stay strong." After saying that, he left her with a smile and a wink before disappearing from sight.




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After a few days, there was yet again another news to be heard around the Academy. Before, there was the new student Luke, then the presence of Anastasia, and now, the return of a familiar face to others, Alice. It was rather a very popular one as she reinstated her claim as the sister of Zenith, the one to be considered as the Idol of Cross Academy. She was also a notable face with her albino features and certain presence which she exudes. Moreover, she has the greatest reason to be close to the top two beauties which was Zenith and Luke. It is why many was envious and even wanted to be friends with the new student to join the ranks of the Day Class. Of course, this was approved by the Headmaster.

Speaking of which, Hughes was doing his daily monitoring which was actually taking a walk around the school grounds. It was rather peaceful as there were no reported troubles or mishaps. Moreover, the Night Class seemed to be well-behaved with the aid of his ever reliable prefects. It was interesting. He also noticed the affection between the remaining prefects which was Fujiwara and Tsukino. They do say that high school life will be full of love and drama. However, sometimes, there are things meant to be torn apart. With that thought, he had a small smile lingering in his lips as he continued his rounds.

It was then he caught the sight of a certain individual. "Good day to you, Ms. Tachibana" He greeted her with a warm smile. It was truly a wonderful good day. As such, he wondered how much beautiful this day would turn out as the hours passed by. Because, he was certain in his own way, it would be a wonderful one for him.

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ā€œIn the end, nothing lasts forever, and nothing truly dies. The solution to that paradox is the answer to all questions.ā€



Sora did not return to the campus of Cross Academy for twenty four hours. Heā€™d left without speaking a word to anyone, moving too fast to be perceived, and disinclined to slow down, the cold flesh of his ward held to him. Her long braid fluttered like a pennant in the wind of his passage, never slowing or ceasing until he reached the spot he wanted. It was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful places in the world. On some of his familyā€™s land lay a mighty forest, and he had climbed to the highest point in it, the top of a sheer cliff face from which crashed a massive fall of water. The view was breathtaking, miles of verdant greenery laid out all around.

Or it would have been, were he not entirely numb to all feeling right now. With the utmost care, he set her down on the ground. Walking to the nearest copse of trees, he slammed his fist brutally into one of them, tearing it down with ease. From it, he tore branches and planks, arranging them into a neat rectangle, into which he piled brush and dead leaves. It took him the better part of the day, working with precision but no haste. This would be done the right way. It was so little, but it was all that was left for him to do.

When it was done and the sun fell to the horizon, he placed her with the greatest delicacy atop the arrangement, folding her hands neatly over her abdomen with shaking limbs of his own. Smoothing the hair back from her face in an unmistakably paternal gesture, He brushed his lips over her brow, stroking her cheekbone with his thumb. ā€œYou are stronger than I ever was,ā€ he whispered, and then he reached within himself, calling the lightning to his fingertips. Channeling it through the first two, he directed it to strike the dry brush that pillowed her now, Stepping back only after removing a small token from her wristā€”a simple woven bracelet sheā€™d made from various colored pieces of twine. This, he slid onto his own, but he did not and could not tear his eyes from the pyre as it lit, the fire spreading outwards from the brush to the wood underneath and around it, growing hot enough to consume everything in the structure heā€™d builtā€”including Kaedeā€™s body.

He felt a little selfish, for doing this without Sachiko, without anyone, but he could not have managed it, otherwise, and it needed to be done. Like this, the right way. Sora stood at the very edge of the cliff, the head from the fire on his back, even when the wind began to carry her ashes past him, over his shoulders and out into the open air of the night. He could still smell her faintly, and he knew that part of him would never forget. His family, he had not mourned. His friends, he had, to an extent. But for her, everything simply went numb. He emptied of everything he was, of everything he had become over the last two years, and all that was left in his eyes was the Void.

It had never hurt before, to merely exist. But now, even that, even continuing to draw the breaths heavy with the perfume of her ashes, caused him agony. She was gone, and he would never be the same.




Anastasia had heard about the incident thirdhand, and by then it was difficult to tell what had actually happened. All anyone seemed to know was that Kaede had suddenly started bleeding everywhere, and the blood loss had killed her before anyone could even consider saving her. Her heart ached, thinking of how the othersā€”Sora, Sachiko, and Asukaā€”must be taking it, and not for the first time, her mind wandered back to her fatherā€™s death. A deep pang seized her, and her mouth twisted down into a frown, an expression rarely to be seen on her face. She could hear the mournful violin music, even out here on the grounds, and she presently lay under a tree, staring up at the bright green canopy of it and contemplating life and death.

Perhaps it would be unexpected for her to have anything particularly insightful to say about it, but experience was the best teacher. She folded her hands over her ribcage and let her eyes fall half-closed. She wondered if there was anything she could do to helpā€¦ well, perhaps it was best to wait a while. She didnā€™t know any of them particularly well as of yet, and they had each other, which she suspected would help. It would have been nice to have someone, when Father had goneā€¦




The day after his departure, Sora had returned, but in that time, he had seen and spoken to only one person, and that because she had insisted. It hadā€¦ not gone well, and so it was with a tear-streaked face that Sachiko followed the music, making her way to the room where Asuka was playing a melancholy tune. She did not stand on formality simply entering and waiting for the girl to stop the song. In that time, she composed herself as best she could, wiping at the tears on her face and trying to calm the jagged heat in her eyes.

It wasnā€™t his fault, exactlyā€”she just couldnā€™t bear to see him like that, and nothing she said or did was making any difference. Her hands fisted in the material of her skirt, and when Asuka turned to her, she was for once bereft of her usual polite courtesy. ā€œAsuka, please. You have to go talk to Sora. Heā€™sā€¦ heā€™s worse than he used to be, two years ago and I canā€™tā€¦ I canā€™t get through to him.ā€ And if nobody couldā€¦ the future grew very dark indeed, and she didnā€™t need her powers to know that.

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ā€œUntil we learn to lean on others, we are only as strong as our weakest moment.ā€



With nowhere to be and nothing in particular to do, Anastasia found herself once again wandering the grounds. Sheā€™d spent several hours this morning taking apart her computer and putting it back together, but eventually sheā€™d grown a bit bored with it and swept all the extra parts into a small bag, righted the machine with an affectionate pat and decided that what she really needed was some fresh air. It was such a lovely day, besides, and she could also use some company.

As soon as her bare feet hit the grass outside (it was a weekend, after all, and she didnā€™t have to wear shoes on the weekend if she didnā€™t want to), she cast her mind out over the campus like a net, seeking for certain people in particular. Of course, she always wound up with more information than she was looking for, so she knew that Luke was talking to the headmaster, and that he at least was not pleased, but she didnā€™t want to pry, and so she kept away from any more information than that. Imperceptibly, she brushed over every consciousness in her range, stopping for a moment when she found Sora, Sachiko, and Asuka all together in the library, but they seemed occupied, and likely would not appreciate her company right now.

In the end, though, she found him, and he appeared to be by himself, andā€¦ sleeping? She heard a fragment of a feminine voice, and surmised that he dreamed of something. Well, sheā€™d not intrude on that, but perhaps he wouldn't mind if she came to keep him company. If he was still napping by the time she got there, heā€™d leave him be, of course, but she hadnā€™t seen him in a few days, and felt rather sorry for that. She was his friend, after all, even if he didnā€™t think so. It was rather difficult to dissuade her once sheā€™d set her mind on something, and this was no exception. What sheā€™d told Luke was the truth, after allā€¦ though she did still wonder why the golden-haired man did not consider himself Zenithā€™s friend as well.

She found him, as sheā€™d expected to, in the sanctuary, where that tree was still blooming. It really was a wondrous thing, that it never stopped doing that. The scene looked on the surface of it to be quite serenely composed, and with an artistā€™s eye, and for a moment, she wondered how on earth sheā€™d wound up with such beautiful friends. It wasnā€™t a quality she went looking for, but it seemed to have happened that way, regardless. Well, that was no great tragedy, and while perhaps another would have nursed a blossoming inferiority complex, Ana didnā€™t let it bother her. She simply appreciated it, as one did tend to appreciate sculpture or painting. But there was no mistaking that to her sight, to her eyes, it was not serene at all, but rather tragic, as if it had all been tinged in blue and grey and misery.

She took a few steps closer, leaning over him a bit, hands clasped behind her back, to try and discern if he was still asleep or not, and from the regularity of the rise and fall of his chest and the way his eyes were closed, she supposed that he was. Ana was just about to straighten herself and leave him be when they opened, revealing that luminous golden color to the world. She smiled softly, tilting her head such that most of her hair fell over her shoulder. ā€œAh, there you are,ā€ she said brightly, though at low volume. ā€œI hope Iā€™m not intruding; sorry to wake you.ā€ Actually, she wasnā€™t really sure if sheā€™d woken him at all, but regardless, it was probably a bit weird, to see someone you hadnā€™t expected first thing after waking up. She didnā€™t bother explaining that sheā€™d only been checking if he really was asleep, because she didnā€™t feel the need. If he asked she certainly would, but she was not embarrassed by her own presence here.

Instead, she only straightened, still smiling, then took a seat about a foot to his left, folding her legs underneath her and pulling the entire mass of her hair over her shoulder. ā€œItā€™s been a little while, hasnā€™t it? Or maybe it just seems like longer, because of all thatā€™s happenedā€¦ā€ Her voice took on a note of melancholy, and her fingers froze for a moment in the act of separating her ochre strands into three sections, but then she shook her head faintly and resumed the motion, twisting the mass into a braid with deft fingers, more to have something to do with her hands than anything else. If she felt at all odd or uncomfortable making conversation with someone who spoke so infrequently and in such clipped phrases, she did not show it. In fact, she was perfectly fine with this.




In the library, the group of three sat around one of the tables, one of Soraā€™s hands currently interlaced with one of Asukaā€™s, the joined limbs resting on his knee. Across from them, Sachiko was seated crosslegged on a chair, her journal open in front of her. Interestingly, new faces had joined the old onesā€”in addition to Haruka, Asuka, Alice, and the boy Sora recognized as having injured Rosenkreuz at the festival, there were now portraits of the Headmaster, the one called Luke, and, oddly, Anastasia.

ā€œWhatā€™s Guillory got to do with anything?ā€ Sora asked, a frown turning his mouth downwards. If the girl was some kind of agent of whomever they were dealing with hereā€¦ then he had to admit, she was a very good one. He wasnā€™t always the best at reading people, but he could usually tell the good from the wicked in broad strokes. Sheā€™d seemed anything but wicked, so much so that it had actually weirded him out a little, at first. But a mind-reader who could get through vampiric nullification like his was doubtless a useful thing to have, human or otherwise.

Sachiko sighed through her nose. ā€œI honestly donā€™t know,ā€ she said quietly, her hands resting loosely in her lap. ā€œIt so unclear still. Maybe nothingā€¦ maybe everything. Sheā€™s not our enemy, I know that much, butā€¦ beyond that I canā€™t say anything with certainty.ā€ Pursing her lips, she raised her hands to the end of one of her twintails, worrying the hair slightly in an anxious gesture sheā€™d had since childhood.

ā€œAll rightā€¦ what about the rest of them? Did the Headmaster really kill Kaede?ā€ The girlā€™s last words were powerful evidence, but the meaning behind them had not been absolutely clear, and Sora did not raise a blade unless he was entirely certain of why he was doing it. That much was a necessity in the assassinā€™s credo.

ā€œI donā€™t know,ā€ she repeated, her frustration becoming clear. ā€œHe was definitely involved somehow, but I do not know in what capacity. She just started bleeding, right? Iā€™ve never seen a power that can simply rupture internal organs like that. I canā€™t tell if he had to touch her to make it work, or if it was a completely mental thing, or what, and without that information, I donā€™t know enough to narrow down the people that were around her in her last moments.ā€

Sora ran a free hand down his face, his other reflexively tightening where it held Asukaā€™s. ā€œAnd you still canā€™t locate the Contra Mundi?ā€

She shook her head. ā€œNo,ā€ she replied softly. ā€œHeā€™s invisible to me. ā€¦Just like you are, Sora.ā€ She swallowed, unsure what it could mean, but there were some truly unpleasant possibilities. Possibilities that Sora was choosing to ignore for the moment. None of it mattered anyway.

ā€œWhat about you, Asuka? Did Rosenkreuz seem to know anything about what happened?ā€

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|ā€œIt makes me wonder, what is a dream or not.ā€|




Zenith could see the irony of this situation. It had not been that long since the conversation with Alice. The girl had asked him to remove this human girl who had deemed herself to be his friend from his presence. Yet, there was also the words of his sister. What did she meant about not forgetting? That specific conversation, he could not recall had occurred. He should know for he never forgets a detail. It was also rather pivotal that when he opened his eyes, what he saw was not his precious sister, but this girl with sunset orange hair. He remained indifferent with her greeting as he seat from his position.

On his form, there were pink petals and even some on his silver white hair. It was an interesting sight. The brilliance of pink complimented his features so pale and pristine. Zenith did not gaze at her as she sat beside him to the left. He did not even shower her with a greeting. Yet, the thing which took his interest was remembering of the events which transpired. They were not pleasant. Instead, they were of utmost sadness. As usual, his facade remained impregnable of any sort of reaction or emotions. The one thing which could be deemed as much as an answer from him was him glancing at her.

There was a period of silence as Zenith just looked at her. She was braiding her hair it would seem so. Soon enough, the stillness was broken by him. "You will die if you stay with me." It was stated without much of a stroke of hesitation nor a sign of doubt. Decisive and unyielding, that was how he delivered with his monotonic voice. It was much the same with the next course of action which he took. The human girl was now pinned on the ground as he loomed over her. His one hand was wrapped around her neck which was fragile and delicate in his grip. How easy it was for him to break it into two and let her wither away in this place.

This would be the last time, he would give her a choice to stay away from him. In truth, Zenith did not want her to get involve in anything. She was better off as an innocent unaware of the dark world which was engulfing this Academy. Furthermore, he does not have the confidence to protect nor to save her from peril. Because the path he had chosen to take, was the one of wanton destruction. There was no room for him to have a companion nor a distraction much like her. It was also why, he never even considered the possibility of that flower to bloom. He was truly better off being alone. She should not be concerned about him. Instead, she should be more worried about herself.

"Ms. Yamazaki and Ms. Tachibana's deaths are on my hands." Zenith stated with such an empty tone without even a drop of sadness. His eyes also displayed the same trend. It was a fact which he believes. Moreover, he never lies and whatever leaves his mouth was nothing but the truth. The hand around her neck tightened as he was proving his point or even his intent to end her life right here and now. "Do you want me to have yours, as well." Although, it appears to be of a question. The manner in the way he said it alludes to such a trend. Those topaz-like eyes of his which shine much like that of a dark sun gazed at her with such steadiness.

Yet, the answer which Zenith wanted to hear from her was that of her breaking the illusion of being a friend. He has no need for it. In his entire span of life, this world had always been much like a void which swallows everything to the darkness. As such, he had opted to be just like that. Then, she came. The one thing which reminded him that there was still that warm light. But now, it was gone from his grasp. He would do the one thing which could remedy it. The only action which would make sense to his life and the one he was so much willing to take all and give everything away if it would come true. That is why, she should scream, she should break free from his hold, look at him with such hateful eyes, she should run away.

"You do not belong in my world." Just like that, Zenith remained in his position while the petals of the cherry blossoms tree fall around them much like rain. His hand still around her neck. It was tight to show his strict intention. Whatever comes out of her lips, it will determine the action he will do. Whether, it was to be beneficial to both, or not. One thing was for certain, this will be her last chance from him to escape the clutches of darkness, for her to have a normal life, for her live in peace. This will not happen again. Ms. Yamazaki had stayed away from him as he desired. Even then, she was not able to break free from the fates which entangled them.

Clearly, the one behind this would not stop until what was wanted be obtained. Zenith has a conclusion to what it could possibly be. The moment he had left his manor, his family's land. The cog wheels of time and destiny began to turn. Thinking about it, this was a mere continuation of which had been prevented a long time ago. This what Luke was implying to him from before. This human girl will never be prepared of what was about to befall every piece which was on the board. Thus, he wanted her to pull away, moreover, there was also about Alice who clearly harbors hate to her. He could never deny that girl who claims to be his sister. This is something he will never do. So until she has a chance, she should take it. How hard he wished for her to take it.

Because, his dreams were far more beautiful than this reality.

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ā€œThe self-preservation instinct is one I never really understood. I was fated to die from the moment I was born. Is it not a blessing, to be able to choose how? For me, death was always assumed. Soldiers understand that sometimes, it is their job to die. And yetā€¦ I have never wanted to live so much as I do now.ā€



To say she was surprised to find herself suddenly pinned to the ground by her throat, by her friend, no less, was perhaps an understatement, but Ana did not react as immediately or as violently to the situation as might perhaps have been warranted. The reason for this was simpleā€”she was not afraid. It was perhaps a strange thing, and she knew in the abstract that she should be afraid, because he was stronger than she was, and his posture was threatening, and if he desired, he could kill her with little more than a mere thought. Crushing her windpipe would be of no challenge to him whatsoever, and she knew this for a fact.

So what was left to be afraid of? People feared what they did not understand. Anastasia understood the situation she was now in very well. Her life was in his hands. It was as simple as that. She did not know exactly what he was going to do or say, even though she could read his mind. He had certainly been correct to say that there were dark things moving about in there, but she had known this, too, and so she wasnā€™t afraid of that, either. Indeed, even as he spoke, she simply met golden eyes with curiously-silvery ones.

His first statement produced from her a smile, of all things, if a melancholy one. ā€œIā€™m just a human being, Zen. Iā€™ll die wherever I go, whatever I do.ā€ That was simply a fact. Her choices could perhaps delay her death, but in the end, it would come for her no matter where she stood, or where she hid. She had decided a long time ago that she would never hide. Never run. She would face her end, whatever and whenever it was, with courage and as much grace as she could manage. That would be her way of remaining true to herself, to what her father had taught her. As long as she died doing the right thing, the thing that was needed, she would accept it.

It faded into gentle concern when he spoke of the deaths of others being on his hands, though she did not understand how it was so. Did she want her death to be on his hands? No, of course not. But not for the reason one should suppose. Slowly, she moved both of her own arms, so that her fingers wrapped softly around the wrist of the arm that held her down. That was it, thoughā€”she did not attempt to leverage him off, she did not struggle. She just held them thereā€”his skin was cool to the touch compared to hers, she noticed in an off-hand sort of way. ā€œNo,ā€ she said softly, working up the breath to continue in the same steady, kind tone. It was difficult, given the constriction, but because she did not struggle, she was able to do this. ā€œI do not wish to stain these hands. I wish to cleanse them.ā€ Her eyes were sad as she looked up into his, reading there the things he would not or could not say. Of course, he would probably find such a notion ridiculous. Blood was not the kind of thing that just washed away.

But it could. It really could. Forgiveness was the water that could cleanse anything at all, if one sought it genuinely and with an open heart. She wanted to convince him to try this, to divert his path from the bloodstained dark he walked in. She knew not how it was that those deaths were his fault, but she knew he really believed them to be. She also knew that, if he was giving her this chance, then at least part of him cared enough not to want to repeat that responsibility. That was something she could work with.

She did not belong in his world? Perhaps not. Butā€¦ the didnā€™t think he belonged in his world, either. She wanted his world to change, be that because she changed it or he did or simply because he decided to live in another one instead. It didnā€™t have to be hers. She would understand thatā€”but all the same, she wanted him to live a life that wasnā€™t tormenting him the way this one did. It was true, the whisper sheā€™d heard before. He was weeping, somewhere deep inside himself, and it hurt her to feel it. She always felt them, the feelings of others, and this one wrenched her soul a little bit. She could never just abandon someone who suffered like that. It wasnā€™t in her nature. ā€œI forgive you,ā€ she said, her thumb moving in an instinctive circular motion on his wrist. It was something her father might have done, when she was crying, onlyā€¦ well, hers had always been right there for everyone to see. Just like everything else about her.

ā€œYou might be right. You might hurt me. And if you do, I forgive you. And as far as I have the right or the ability, I forgive you for everything else, too.ā€ She took that small piece of him, the one that was good enough to try and keep her away from whatever he thought awaited her, and she sheltered it, or attempted to. There were plenty of people in the world who would look at him and condemn him, hate him. She refused to be one of them. Not while that part of him still existed. ā€œI am not a frivolous person. I told you I was going to be your friend, and I meant that. No friend is perfect. People hurt each other, all the time. Sometimes in terrible ways. Sometimes, itā€™s hard to forgive. But I will do it, as many times as I have to, until you can forgive yourself, too.ā€ She was certain her neck was going to bruise where he held it, but thenā€¦ sheā€™d forgive him that, too.




Soraā€™s eyes narrowed. Rosenkreuz was claiming responsibility for what had happened to Kaede? And to Yamazaki? If heā€™d done it directly, the Tsukino was sure she would have told him, but she hadnā€™t. If he were giving orders for such things, why be around when it happened? People got others to do their dirty work precisely so they didnā€™t have to be around when it occurred. But heā€™d been right there. So it didnā€™t make senseā€¦ unless he thought for some reason that these things were happening because of him in some other sense.

ā€œI think weā€™re going to have to pay Rosenkreuz a visit in the near future,ā€ he said flatly, pursing his lips. Whatever was going on there, it wasnā€™t unrelated, he was certain of that much. But whether the famously-reticent man would tell them anything was hard to tell. Maybe theyā€™d have better luck with his chattier, nosy friend, Luke. Though that one was just as good at hiding things, if in a different way. Sora had known assassins like that, the ones that always smiled. Heā€™d not liked a one of them. Then again, he didnā€™t really like most people.

For now, though, they needed to get Asuka up to speed. ā€œContra Mundi is Latin for against the world. Itā€™s really a pretty fucking arrogant title, but seeing how heā€™s an utter bastard, Iā€™m not surprised,ā€ he continued, shaking his head faintly and tossing a few dark hairs into his eyes in the process. He didnā€™t really care, anyway. ā€œHeā€™s the one who had our family killed, though at the time, we did not know.ā€

ā€œI managed to discover what we do know by attempting to direct my visions around his known associates. And thenā€¦ for a long while, as soon as Iā€™d learned what I could, I would tell Sora what I knew, and heā€™dā€¦ kill them.ā€ She glanced over at her cousin, as if to confirm that this was okay to say, but he only inclined his head slightly. Asuka knew this about him, and even if she hadnā€™t, there was nothing he desired to keep from her. Sheā€™d accepted the worst parts about him already; everything else was just details. ā€œBut, as I mentioned, I canā€™t see him directly. I suspect he possesses a nullification talent, like Soraā€™s, so that vampiric abilities of any kind do not work on him. Itā€™s just a theory, butā€¦ itā€™s possible that he had our family killed because he did not like the idea of someone having that same ability.ā€

ā€œMore likely, itā€™s just because heā€™s an asshole and my family was somewhat dangerous,ā€ Sora put in. He was uncomfortable with the idea that he might be the reason they had all died, and tried not to think about it. If he had evidence to believe it, heā€™d deal with it then, but right now, there was no need to be too quick to jump to conclusions. ā€œThey werenā€™t always wise in the way they held their power. It was never the ambition of House Tsukino to ruleā€”weā€™ve never been anything but shadow-lurkers and the powers behind thrones. Butā€¦ thatā€™s a threat in itself. The people standing behind you have easiest access to your back, after all.ā€ And his family was known for sticking daggers in such places, when the price was right.

ā€œBut Contra Mundiā€™s intentions and even his or their real name or names are elusive, even to me,ā€ Sachiko finished. ā€œWe donā€™t have a location, or even a real goal, justā€¦ a bunch of dead underlings with nothing of use on them. Heā€™s very good at covering his tracks, Iā€™m afraid.ā€

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|ā€œDeath is all I have to give. Life is all you want from me.ā€|




Yet again, women are truly strong or rather truly stubborn. Zenith does admire their tenacity to stay firm on their decisions. However, it was also a source of perturbing matters. Why is that? They never do as what he wishes but at the same time, he was completely fine with it. Due to that, they are able to shine the most in the blank canvass which was his world. The only trend which remains consistent through it all. Their light will cease into oblivion just like all others who attached themselves to his existence which could be called as a curse. Yes, he was indeed a malediction to others and even more so to himself. Perhaps, it was for that reason that his clan, the Rosenkreuz had stayed detached and isolated from everyone and everything else. They must know that a day, a person, like this, like him, would come to usher a chaotic time. If that was so, he should have remained in his lands, in that sealed birdcage.

ā€œThen will you make sure I'm always alive?ā€

The hand, which was wrapped around the delicate neck of the human girl beneath him, was removed. It would seem he would yield to this human who intends to be his friend. She did not take the chance despite the obvious danger to her being. Her hands wrapped around his wrist as if to soothe him instead to remove such a grip which meant certain death. At the same time, her eyes looked at him with sadness which should be fear or hatred. All of what he had expected for her to do and react were broken into pieces. She was very formidable despite her clear restrictions due to what she is. Zenith removed her fingers with his other hand. Yet, this action of his was light and certain in a sense. She wanted to cleanse his hands from the sins he had committed. There was a flaw there. He did not want forgiveness when he believed that his actions were right for his own goals.

"You must never forget.ā€

"I do not need forgiveness." Those words left his lips with his usual monotone yet with a tinge of absolute necessity. It was a fact. As such, he was prepared to face the consequences of whatever his decisions would bring forth. That was the responsibility, he would take without a moment of doubt. At the same time, his actions are indeed deplorable but it was the path he would have taken no matter how many times he does. All that matters to him was the result. "This was your last chance to leave unscathed." He continued as he removed himself from her form. There was no need to pin her down any longer. He straightened himself as the pink petals rained down on them in an unending manner. It was like a curtain or even a blanket which covered them from eyes who deemed to interrupt or to sow discord.

Those golden eyes remained unyielding, empty, and unreadable. The Pure-blood king remained a closed book to all. However, he might not be so in the guise of this human girl who will remain as his friend. "Alice desires you dead." There were no fluctuations in his tone or even a semblance of agitation. He was utterly calm and indifferent. Zenith looked at her with his signature apathetic facade. "I cannot deny her wish next time." That is truth of this matter. If Alice pursued the wish once more to remove this human girl's existence, he will do so without fail. He can never deny whatever Alice wishes for. It was not just because of the blood she possesses. There was a deeper meaning to his attachment. Moreover, his priority will always be his sole purpose and nothing else.

Zenith walked away from the place, away from her. There were no need for further conversations or dialogues between them. The human girl has spoken what she truly believes in. He will not hold or prevent her from doing what she intends to do so. She is free to do as she wills and from now on, there will be no warning coming from him. Once, there was a notable distance. He looked over his shoulder as his eyes met hers. "Good bye, Ms. Guillory." After saying that, he went on his way. From now on, that human girl who wants to be his friend will be covered in the darkness which he exudes. The question would she able to withstand it or not. Because as of right now, she would never be able to depart without being scarred. Like that, he slowly disappeared from her vision. He would need to tend to some affairs which required his attention. After all, he is a public figure as of now.



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"President, there is a letter for you." A messenger has entered the office of the Hunter Association President. The man with absolute black hair like midnight and eyes like coal gazed at the person. He took the handed letter and gestured to be left alone. This was immediately done as the new President was truly an intimidating person to begin with. He was coy, sly, but unabashedly terrifying by even those of great standards. After all, the issue about those rebellious hunters acting on their own by assassinating the Vampire King. He dealt with it in such a manner which even irked and made those toughest of the lot fear his very gaze. It was to be expected of course. He after all has a reputation to uphold.

Looking at the sealed envelope, he could depict the seal of Cross Academy. He already knew from whom it could be from. At the same time, the content was also something he could guess. He read the letter as he leaned on his chair with an interested look in his eyes. The news was indeed both foreboding and inviting. When he was finished, he burned the letter through the means of the candle located on his desk which was lit. Once the paper turns into nothing more but ashes, he smiled and tilted his head to the side. The game was now afoot. Now, what should he do now. "Every one is now up to date, aren't they? The wait is now over."

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"Endless thoughts, countless possibilities, and only one solution. Which will it be?"




Asuka stared up at her ceiling, a hand over her eyes, shielding them from the rays of the sun that peeked through her window. She could hear the faint breathing of Snow, who sat perched by her window, sleeping. Sachiko and Sora's words continued to roll around her mind, though the meeting they had had was three days ago, the information still seemed fresh in her mind. Contra Mundi, the man or persons behind everything, or so it seemed, was the one responsible for everything that happened. He, or they, were responsible for the murder of Sora's family, and apparently seemed to have a connection to everything else that was happening. She sighed, slipping her hand away from her eyes in the process.

"Snow," she called out softly towards her familiar, smiling when he shook his feathers and landed near her bed. "What is on the agenda for today? Can I sleep in?" she muttered softly, half serious and half only joking. She couldn't understand the sudden fatigue that had come over her recently, however; she was still the school's prefect, and as such had a job to perform. She could hear Snow chuckle softly as she had just answered her own question subconsciously. She rolled her eyes as she shifted in her bed, pulling the covers off of her as she placed the balms of her feet against the cold floor. She smiled, wiggling her toes before standing and removing herself from her bed.

"If you are insistent enough, I am sure that the school will not notice one of its prefects slacking off on her duties," he replied as she pursed her lips together. "Or, would you rather dump all the responsibility on that friend of yours," he stated, his voice slightly raised to highlight the teasing tone beside the emphasized word. Asuka merely rolled her eyes again, a smile still on her face as she pushed open th door to her closet and disappeared inside of it. Once she reemerged, she was dressed in her uniform, the prefect band secured on her upper forearm. Satisfied that her uniform was in place, she glanced towards Snow and waved him over, allowing him to land on her arm as she stroked his feathers.

"What kind of friend would I be if I shirked all my duties on him, hm?" she stated. Snow chuckled at his master, shaking his head in the process. "Now go and see from above. The grounds will be covered for a bit, besides," she began, shoving Snow out the window in the process. "Sora-chan can't be left to shoulder all of the prefect responsibilities," she finished before leaving her room, closing the door behind her. Once she was settled, she began her rounds across the academy, the smile still playing at her lips in the process. She blinked a few times, canting her head to the side as she spotted a familiar face.

"Ana? Are you okay?" she stated, walking over towards the orange haired girl. As she stepped closer, she noticed a very visible mark on Anastasia's neck. It caused the smile on her face to falter deeply, and a hardened stare found its way to her face. She pursed her lips as tightly as she could before she addressed Anastasia once more. "Who did that?" she demanded more than stated. She didn't mean for it to come out that way, however; there was a hand print on Anastasia's neck, and she wanted to know who was responsible for it.

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ā€œYou know, I might just be a little crazy, but if thatā€™s what it takes, then I donā€™t really mind.ā€



It was a bit of a strange thing, to hear that someone wanted her dead. To her knowledge, Anastasia had never had an enemy before, and even given what she knew, she was uncertain enemy was the right word for it. She sat up only after Zen left, having said that he required no forgiveness. She supposed she wasnā€™t really surprised to hear him say so. Of course, given what she was, she couldnā€™t really be surprised by much at all anymore. Sighing through her nose, she flopped back on the ground, ignoring the dull pain in her neck at the red mark left by such firm contact began to deepen into a bruise. Instead, she turned her attention to the sky visible through the canopy of trees and falling blossom petals.

ā€œBe good to the world, even when the world is not good to you.ā€


Ana smiled softly, blocking the sky from her view by casting an arm over her eyes, leaving her temporarily blind to the world. How many times had he told her that? How many times had she wanted to believe that it would solve everything? It was all she knew how to do when things became difficult, and she would continue to do it. Still, she wondered if maybe she hadnā€™t at last found a situation where being as good as she could to the world would help her not at all. She was just one person, one human, small and weak and ultimately inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. What right did she have to stand next to people greater than her and declare herself their friend? What could her forgiveness, her friendship, possibly mean to anyone? It was like saying that the friendship of a mouse should matter to a person. Worse, the friendship of an ant.

But it could, couldnā€™t it? Sometimes, it was the small things that made all the difference. A butterfly flapping its wings on one side of the world generated the first whisper of what could become a mighty hurricane, with the right circumstances. Hadnā€™t someone said that, once? Maybe it was just a metaphor, but it meant the same thing regardless. She didnā€™t have it in her to give up. She didnā€™t have the capacity to stop trying to be good to the world, or anyone in it, just because it was hard or dangerous. Doing the right thing was rarely easy, and even if this meant the end of herā€¦ she was still willing to do it. Even if her actions were the beat of a butterflyā€™s wings and then she was gone, she had to make the effort.

Because there was a chance, however small, that she could make a hurricane.




She had a humanā€™s frailty, and healed at a humanā€™s pace, and so it was hardly surprising that, three days later, the bruise had faded to a yellow circle around her neck, but one that still undeniably looked like it had been caused by long fingers. Sheā€™d not attempted to conceal it with cosmetics or high-necked shirts, because she wasnā€™t ashamed of it. The questions she received on the matter were politely deflected, and she ignored the staring. What else could she do? She wasn't planning on telling anyone what the real source of it was, because to do so would be inviting misunderstanding, from some corners, at least, yet more dislike. Most of the school practically worshiped the ground he walked on, but sheā€™d gathered the impression that Sora was apathetic at best, and Asuka might actually actively dislike him. She didnā€™t want to drive any wedges where they should not be, so she was silent on the matter.

Unfortunately, adopting this attitude did not mean that people stopped noticing, and she blinked, looking up at Asuka as the other girl approached. Anastasia smiled for her concern, softly, and then shook her head slightly. ā€œOh, hello, Asuka. Iā€™m fine, thank you for asking; it looks much worse than it is.ā€ She paused. She did not want to lie to Asuka, and she wouldnā€™t, but thatā€¦ it didnā€™t mean she had to tell the truth, either. ā€œItā€™s nothing to worry aboutā€”please donā€™t let it bother you.ā€ In the end, she simply chose not to answer the question at all.

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|"The continuation of an Era lost... begins Anew..."|




Steel black eyes gazed at the glass tube located at the center of the large circular room. It was noticeable that there are a lot of computer, medical, and scientific equipment inside the said place. They were all connected to that tube which assesses, maintains, and observes various conditions. Of course, it was not the tube being monitored. It was about what is inside which many people had taken to call as "The Queen." It was a young female still blossoming into an adult with beautiful long green hair. She floated within the liquid known as her sustenance. The said girl was blatantly naked with many wires and connectors attached to her which served to ensure that her vitals was stable as it could be. After all, she was a very important centerpiece of various experiments.

Moreover if anything does happen to her, the owner of those black eyes will not hesitate to shower punishments of the worse to the researchers and scientists that were assigned to her. "Sir, the other subjects had rejected the serum." This was an information which a lone scientist believed needed to be said. His eyes did not falter as he simply released a sigh and approached the glass tube which contained The Queen. He placed a hand on the liquid glass which separates his perception of touch to the feel of her skin. "Keep them confined. I believed Hughes will have a use for them." Upon hearing the answer, the scientist nodded in agreement and then added another information. This time it was connected to the precious subject in front of them.

"The Queen showed positive reaction to the blood of the half-ling." This result brought a smile to his face. It was to be expected truly. After all, the machinations which had been done up to this point was all for this one goal. It was time to finally unravel some of the seams which clouded the one truth of this world. "Inform Dahlia, I want the trash to be decimated." The scientist nodded once more. "Affirmative." Once that was all said, the scientist left his side. As for him, he returned his full attention to the green-haired girl in front of him who was in the state of unconsciousness but actually, she was medically dead as anyone could say. Yet, she was still placed in the state of induced comatose. "It's time. You would not have to sleep ever again."

That was when the intercom within the room echoed with a message directed to him. "Milord, there is a call from the Association." He stepped back from the glass tube and run his fingers through his long ebony black hair. There was indeed a matter which he would need to look at. It was a bit taxing however, it was rather entertaining as well. There were a lot of things which he still needed to finish up. When that was done, it will be the perfect storm. "Time for me to return as a dutiful president." After saying that, he took one final look at The Queen before exiting the room. Unknown to all, the hand of the slumbering green-haired girl ever so delicately moved before becoming still once more. No one noticed, perhaps it would not be long for The Queen to open her eyes once more.




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|"Are you ready for this? Just you know, there is no going back."|




Rather normal, it was what Hughes could describe the time which had passed by. He had heard about the interaction between the Vampire King and the new transfer student, Anastasia. It was reported to him with such detail by Alice and he was very certain that the white girl was not very pleased. In regards to his notion, he was rather agreeable to what had transpired. The Rosenkreuz Pure-blood was unaware that he was tying a noose around his neck. Well, the Pure-blood must have an idea about the consequences of his action. Thus, it was more fun watching these children decide and act within the center of the chaos. Well, their fates were already predetermined. So even if the struggle, it was futile in every way.

In any case, he would need to look at the papers on his desk as of now. After all, he, the Headmater of Cross Academy had suggested a rather wonderful event. Of course, it was for his dear students to release themselves from the gloomy incidents which had occurred within the grounds. There was the death of Yamazaki and Tachibana. Others may not show they are affected, yet, it could still translate into them with such depressing intentions. As such, he had announced that there will be a School Field Trip. That is why, there were a pile of documents brandished on his table. It was all about the guardianship, itinerary, expenses, accommodations, and so on. These were routine as much as he could say.

Taking one of the documents, Hughes raised an eyebrow at the very typical choice of destination as suggested by the teachers. There were historical landmarks, museums, and the list goes on. Predictable and boring in its entirety. As such, a twinkle could be seen in those obsidian eyes of his hidden behind his glasses. With a pen, he made a few changes to the places to be visited. This would be far more enjoyable for everyone including him as well. Once, he was satisfied. He placed down the document and heard his cellphone rang. Answering it, he was familiar with the voice on the other end. It seemed that a decision has finally made in regards to the trash or the canker sores of the Contra Mundi. "All right, I will let Dahlia handle the matter with the Malady." There was a brief reply on the other end. He leaned on his chair and had a small smile.

"Tell Ex to come with the rejects. I have the greatest idea for a party." The conversation ended there as he returned his phone back inside his pocket. Entwining his fingers with each other, a rather sadistic yet gentle smile was present on his lips. They were making their move. It made him wonder what kind of reaction those beloved students of his would do now. Oh well, it was not good manner of him to get ahead of himself. After all, they might be disappointing in the end. He did not like to get his hope up. But, it was what makes thing more exciting when his expectations are exceeded. With that thought, he pushed the button to communicate with his secretary outside the door. "Please call Alice Rosenkreuz to my Office, thank you."




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|ā€œIt feels like this dream has just started."|




As usual, Zenith was once more asleep. This time, he was not at the Sanctuary which he had showed to Anastasia. He had avoided going there these past few days. It was better to keep his distance if the human girl was still bent on the idea of being his friend. Furthermore, he was not ignorant of the dangerous resentment that Alice was beginning to show. Women are also troublesome. He was finding that description of Luke as being factual as moments passed by. "Hey Kid! Wakey-wakey!" This was the very enthusiastic greeting of the jolly pure-blood who was known mostly by the students as the Campus idol's best friend. Of course, he was known by the prefects as the Vampire King's bodyguard.

Golden eyes were revealed as it met with those iridescent green eyes. "Spectators are starting to gather. We don't want to cause much trouble now." Luke stated while looking around the gathering crowd. It was not just compromise of students but also staffs of the school itself. The charm of the Rosenkreuz Pure-blood was truly something. Although, he did find something odd about him sleeping at such a place where people could easily notice him. That is why he could conclude that something had happened. Moreover, he also could tell that Alice's mood was not at the best. Thus, it might be connected to the ladies surrounding this elusive and emotionless pure-blood. "You have to be somewhere also, right?" He reminded his charge in a casual yet cheerful tone.

Zenith did not stir from his position as he listened to all what Luke had stated. A few seconds passed by before he stood from his position and dusted his pristine white uniform. He ignored the crowd beginning to surround them and wanted to take a glimpse of his form. Yes, he does need to be somewhere at the moment. He was going to spend some time with Alice once more. It had become a routine ever since she had returned to his side. "So, you have any idea where we are going for the trip?" Luke inquired without much ingenious intentions. He simply wanted to make small talk. However, the white pure-blood was not much of a talker or compliant to the idea of having the school body going on a trip during these times. It was dangerous and judging from the reports he received from O, they were going to get worse.

"It would be good for everyone to take a break, you know." Luke was not insensitive nor is he ignorant of what was happening around him. Actually, he was more attuned to what was happening than most would think about. At the same time, he was well-informed for the reasons why these were all happening. But of course, this was out of his area of concern. As such, he would not do anything not expected of him. Zenith cast a glance towards the gathering crowd and then back to Luke with the usual indifferent facade of his. "I know." That was all been said as he made his way to leave while Luke followed behind. It would appear that his charge has not changed, but he knew well, that was not the case.

As they turned around the corner, Luke noticed two familiar faces as his face brightened to greet them. However the next words which left Zenith's mouth was rather hard to dismiss. "Ms. Fujiwara, I am the one responsible for that mark." It came out of his lips without any hint of dismay, guilt, regret, or any sort of emotions. He was still an emotionless man as he had always been. At the same time, he seemed aware of what the topic of conversation was. Luke looked at the bruised mark around the new transfer student's neck. It was clear it was a hand print and from what was said, Zenith had done it. He stepped a bit forward and tried to dissuade the noticeable tense atmosphere. "Hello to you two lovely ladies! It's a good day now isn't it?"