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Asuka Fujiwara

"Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies."

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a character in “Vampire Knight: The Devil's Dance”, as played by Azazel

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Nickname: Fujiwara

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Dhampir - Appears Human for the most part.

Role: Prefect




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"Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising which tempt you to believe that your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires courage."








Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Green

Skin Tone: Pale

Height: 5'5

Weight: 125

Physical Description: Asuka is a woman of average height. She isn't tall, and it is something she is thankful for. Standing at five foot five inches tall, she could be considered quite the plain person. Her body is not something she is terribly fond of, a willowing frame with thin arms and legs with hardly any muscle or fat. Although she does have strength in her arms, her appearance often times appears deceiving. Her body in terms of shape could be considered athletic in size and slightly curved around the lower portion of her body, taking them in around her waist area. She has rather long legs and torso, giving her a much higher height. She weighs in at around one hundred and twenty-five pounds; an average weight for her height. Her eyes are rather large and expressive, always determined in some way or another. The color is a bit unique. While appearing a dazzling emerald, they are in fact a jade green color. They appear pastel to a point that she has been asked multiple times if she wears contacts. Her eyebrows hover over her eyes, shaped thinly and arch ever the slightest towards the ends.

Her hair is a rather interesting color. While not being completely pure brown color, it retains a certain sheen to it. Highlights of red can be seen in her hair, giving it an auburn color in appearance. She leaves her hair down most of the time, allowing it to cascade down her back towards her hips in soft waves. Other times, she'll just throw it into a ponytail or a loose ponytail. Her bangs are styled so that they fall into her eyes and rest against the bridge of her nose. Some of the strands fall so that they rest against the middle of her cheeks, framing her face and giving a subtle glow to her eyes. Her skin is an ivory color with a light peachy glow to it. She doesn't have to do much with it to make it appear the way it does and often compliments it is her best feature.




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"What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you."








Romantic Interest: To be Determined

Skills and Abilities: She likes to consider herself an average girl, however; she is actually quite skilled with acrobatics. She is flexible to the point that it makes people a bit uncomfortable and she will demonstrate it just to make them squirm. She gets a kick out of it. She is also rather perceptive, able to understand and piece things together in a matter of minutes that will usually take someone hours. She has a sharp memory and is able to memorize anything should she need to. The farthest memory she has is of when she was five years old. She can play the piano fairly well, but her favorite instrument is the violin. She has a peculiar gift for it and is often playing it whenever she has free time. Here is a piece she recently learned to play.

Other: Asuka is actually the daughter of a pure-blood vampire by the name of Mukuro Shoto. She has inherited his ability to create and manipulate ice at her whim, however; she doesn't use this...at all for fear of being discovered as something different. She even kept this ability a secret from her Uncle while growing up with him. She also has a familiar in the shape of a white owl she named "Snow" whom she is telepathically linked to. Asuka has to feed on blood at least once every couple of months, otherwise she risks going into a shock. She tends to hide the blood tablets when she's drinking and will often claim it is fruit punch or something of the sort when she drinks it around the humans.

She is the only known Dhampir to be in existence and is extremely cautious as to not harm herself or be harmed. She doesn't want anyone to know of her vampiric side and since vampires have heightened senses, she is afraid to bleed as they will find her blood a bit...different from that of a regular human. When she has to feed, she has to wear contacts, otherwise her eyes will turn a vermilion color. She also own's a white cat she has nicknamed "Snowball" but his name is Yuki. In reality, it is a stray cat that visit's her dorm more often than most. Snow and Yuki do not seem to get along and Snow will chase Yuki away when he is around. He hasn't told Asuka why though. Like the vampires, she has heightened senses and her ability to manipulate ice.

Likes:
+ Mango flavored items
+ Rain
+ Singing
+ Playing Violin
+ Winter

Dislikes:
- Dark Chocolate
- Bitter-sweet foods
- Conflict
- Mushrooms
- Summer/Heat




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"Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail."








Personality: Asuka is a rather perplexed individual. At times, she can appear withdrawn, and seemingly heartless. This is not the case as the façade she wears is a bit different. She is analytical, observant, and calculative to the bone. She takes things very seriously which leaves no room for a sense of humor. By all means that doesn't mean she doesn't have one, she just doesn't take things lightly. She is a straightforward person and doesn't hesitate to speak her mind or wear her heart on her sleeve. This has often caused her to have a select few friends who can take the blunt, forward attitude she harbors. She doesn't like to keep things from people, and feels as if she were a horrible person unless it is truly for their own good. In a way, she is much of a tomboy than anything else. She isn't afraid to get her hands dirty and isn't exactly the most feminine girl. She will always be the first to volunteer for anything as most people tend to hesitate. She'll see it as a challenge and will tackle it head on, even if she cannot complete it.

Despite this, Asuka's other side, the withdrawn one, is usually the side she hates the most. When forced into a corner, her whole demeanor will go from being laid-back to serious within a heartbeat. It's her way of focusing on the matter at hand and concentrating on the source. She doesn't like being threatened and will usually respond extremely hostile towards them. When it comes to her family and friends, she will become a totally different person. She is extremely protective of them and will do everything in her power to keep them safe, disregarding her own well-being. She isn't afraid to become physical with someone should they have the nerve to bother her family or friends, even herself. Regardless, Asuka can have a gentle side that is only seen by close friends and family. She will revert to a serene façade and will usually be considered almost doting. This side is very rare though and is only shown with great care




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"Treat a man as he is, and he will remain as he is. Treat a man as he could be, and he will become what he should be."








History: Asuka had rather odd parents. Her mother was a human by the name of Ayame Fujiwara and her father, a vampire simply known as Mukuro. His last name was never given. The two had met one night, he out on a prowl for his next meal, while she was just trying to enjoy the night. Ayame was instantly attracted to the man as she hadn't seen a man so beautiful as Mukuro. He seduced her, used her attraction towards him to his advantage and the two shared a night of ecstasy (mainly on her part). The next day, Ayame found herself in a bed, alone and two puncture marks on her inner thigh.

Three months down the road, Ayame found herself pregnant. She couldn't understand exactly, but she decided to keep the child. In her last trimester, Ayame found something unusual about her pregnancy. She had started craving blood, and not just any blood. It was a specific type of human blood. Thanks to a connection she had, Ayame managed to recieve the blood through a friend who worked at a blood bank.

It became apparent why when Asuka was born. Tradition states that a vampire that mingled with a human, the child would be considered a Noble vampire. This, however, was not the case with Asuka. She had the abilities of a vampire, and yet retained the humanity of a human. She was something completely different. This information was not known to Ayame at the time, and tried to raise Asuka as best as she could.

It became too much for Ayame, however, when she found Asuka drinking from a man that had tried to kidnap her. He was a human who thought that she would be the perfect tool to easy money. Ayame was a woman born into wealth and whoever this man had been, knew it. Ayame couldn't deal with the stress of raising a monster and gave Asuka to her uncle. The man was a vampire hunter who had stumbled into the world by accident and kept it hidden from his sister.

Asuka simply called him Uncle Fujiwara. Uncle Fujiwara raised Asuka along with his own son, Hayate. He taught them both the basics of self-defense so that they would be able to defend themselves should something ever happen to them. When they caught on, he began to teach them more advanced things such as fighting with a weapon and handling multiple enemies at once. Uncle Fujiwara had revealed to Hayate what Asuka was when she was ten and at first, he was distant from Asuka and often showered her in his disdain for her vampiric side, however; as the two grew, so did their bond. Hayate became fond of his cousin as did Asuka and often referred to each other as Onii-san and Imouto-chan. By the time she was fourteen, she had already excelled in her self-defense and weapons training. It was also along this time that she enrolled into Cross Academy at the behest of her Uncle. Why, he never gave her a motive, he just wanted her to attend and live there.

When she enrolled, she took up the position as prefect, wanting to give herself a purpose for being there. She wouldn't realize how easily she'd ease into the position and how quickly. During her reign as prefect, she wasn't feared, but respected by both species mainly because of how seriously she took her job. Not to mention she could match most vampires in their speed and strength and was able to keep most humans at bay with just a glance. She is currently in her last year of Cross Academy and has managed to keep her vampiric side underwraps, feeding only when she needs to and keeping her scent hidden by mingling as much as possible with the humans, but after the renovations over the summer, she isn't sure how much longer she can keep it a secret.




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"The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well."







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Asuka Fujiwara's Story

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"If you clip a bird's wings, how long do you think it'll survive without it's ability to fly?"




Sunlight twisted in the background as the sun began to rise. The clink and clang of the school bell resounded through Asuka's ears as she frowned. She had known with the new system in check, she wouldn't be able to perform her duty as prefect as efficiently as she had the previous years. Night Class and Day Class were now a single Class. Although the two still held different schedules, the fact that they were now allowed to mingle strained Asuka's duty. She, along with another prefect, had trouble keeping Vampires away from the humans as they constantly terrorized the humans. By terrorize, Asuka meant vampires as a whole were constantly trying to taste the humans. She sighed as she spotted a former Night Class student approaching a Day Class student. The two exchanged words before leaving. Dorm partners probably, she thought as she glanced at her watch.

A shriek caused her to glance in the direction it came from as a smile formed on her pursed lips. She reached out, grabbing onto the white owl as he made his descent. She hugged the owl affectionately before allowing him to climb up to her shoulder before making his perch. He nudged her face affectionately before shaking his feathers, making himself appear like a white cottonball on Asuka's shoulder. She stroked his feathers as her eyes kept a close watch on the students. It was a bit difficult to keep tabs on the students now. She wasn't sure if the vampires were interested in taking a bite out of the humans, or if the humans were getting themselves in a predicament.

What is on your mind, Asuka? she heard the owl state. She sighed, clearing her thoughts before scanning the area. Is it that time? Didn't you just,
he stopped mid-sentence as Asuka gave him a stern glance, causing the owl to chuckle. I will take it as soon as my patrol is over. Will you go check the back of the school for me? There were two students last night hanging around the art room, she retorted as the owl ruffled his feathers before taking off, his wings beating against the current of air. She smiled as she watched Snow leave, his form retreating into the far distance. The morning sun began to shine brighter as each minute passed. The blue sky was brighter than usual and Asuka was left with no choice but to smile.

She made her way inside of the building, glancing into the class rooms to make sure all students were inside. Once she was finished, she made her way towards the cafeteria. She greeted the lunch lady, Miss Naito, who handed her a cup of water. She thanked the woman before taking off towards her sanctuary: the music room. It was there that she could always feel a sense of normalcy and serenity. Once there, she opened the window, allowing Snow to make a perch on the nearby chair. He closed his eyes as Asuka grabbed a chair. She sat, not before taking a single white tablet from the chain that hung loosely around Snow's neck. She placed it inside of the cup and watched as the pure color turned to crimson.

This is becoming more frequent Asuka, perhaps you should try taking one of the packs your Uncle sent you, he spoke to Asuka who merely sighed. I know you said you wanted to hold off as long as possible, but do you think you can wait that long? the owl questioned, his black eyes staring into Asuka's jade colored ones as she sipped the liquid, cringing as it leaked down her chin. She wiped it away before setting the now empty cup down to the side and leaned against the chair.

I, she paused, placing her head in her hands as she sighed, I don't want to have to resort to that Snow. I don't want to take a chance at being discovered, she retorted before grabbing the nearby instrument. She picked up the bow and struck the violin carefully, listening as she adjusted the strings. Finally, she pulled the bow across once more and smiled as the sound that elicited from it was the one she was looking for.

She closed her eyes and began to play a soft melody, becoming ignorant to the world around her as Snow listened to the music with his owner.

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“Have you ever needed anything so badly that it no longer concerns you what you want, what you like, who you are?”



The solitary figure was perched on the roof, looking out over the grounds with no particular expression on his face. Indeed, he could be said to look a little… dead. Kind of funny, considering how popular myth tended to portray his kind. The undead, living corpses, something of this nature. Ridiculous. He was just as alive as any human being, though perhaps minus something vital, like maybe a soul. Who knew? It wasn’t like a soul would do him any good; he’d just waste it, corrupt it. But sometimes, you just had to do certain things, consequences be damned. His burdens weren’t a matter of honor or anything so high and mighty as that. He didn’t pretend to have those things in mind when he slew his foes.

No, all Sora sought was vengeance, no matter how much it grew the gnawing emptiness where a human’s soul might have been.

He supposed he was probably meant to hate sunrise. It signified the end of his people’s dominion and the dawning of the human’s world. If he’d been a ‘lesser’ vampire, he would even have suffered at the advent of the sun, but no, he was simply intended to despise it on principle, for everything it stood for. He never had. Instead, he watched it with the same disinterests as everyone else, through even the clanging of the bell and the throngs of students passing below. They all looked so busy, as though what they were doing were so vitally important that they couldn’t even take the precious time it would require to be aware of their surroundings. Well, nobody ever looked up anyway, not even the careful ones. Maybe that was why he’d been taught to strike from above.

Huffing a breath from his nose, Sora tried to quell the growing sense of disquiet rising beneath his skin. In a way, it was his curse: he could never truly be at ease. His power moved too readily in him, flows and eddies of pure-bright electricity, and it was literally as well as figuratively difficult to rest, to relax. There was always the risk of losing his hold on that deadly stuff, doing harm he had not intended. The most dangerous blades are those that may be either dull or sharp. If one is always aggressive, people will grow wary, as of the fire. If one is always passive, one will forget how to do harm when necessity demands it. Be always unpredictable, be always vigilant.

“Tch.” Advice from a dead man who clearly hadn’t followed it well enough. Never mind, he would never be so stupid.

Nonetheless, he found that even such avowed reassurances would not tame his spirit today, though much seldom did. It was almost funny—people thought him so unrestricted, so free, but that was only with his words. When it came down to it, he was just as chained as anyone else, he just refused to bow to it. This decision carried its own consequences, however, and his persistent dissatisfaction with everything was one of them.

It was as he was thinking this that his keen ears picked up on a sound. Huh. New song, today. Moving to the edge of the roof, Sora dropped so he was holding onto the ledge effortlessly with just his fingertips, and began a catlike climb towards the source of the sound. It was the Violinist, again.

The music room’s window, from which the music was filtering, was not far from his present location, and he sidled along windowsills and stonework protrusions with the ease of long practice—he’d climbed much smoother things before. It was not long ago that he’d discovered that someone at the Academy had a real flair for music of this kind, and he’d taken to listening to them when he heard them. Most of the time, it wasn’t anything as involved as this, just a temporary pause outside the music room door or something like that. But getting into the school would be more effort at this point than he wanted to put in, and he’d probably miss the majority of the new tune, besides.

He didn’t really understand what compelled him to listen, but he saw no harm in it. If someone in this forsaken place had a talent like that, he figured somebody ought to appreciate it, as he’d heard of no public recitals every being given. Besides, the music was… nice. It made him feel quieter inside, though the songs the Violinist picked weren’t always quite the ones he might have, he appreciated that this must be their way of doing what he could not—channeling all their pent up self into something that wasn’t violent.

He was a little envious, even if he couldn’t really afford to be.

The window was indeed open, but he hesitated for a moment. He could easily slip in through it if he wanted, but that might ruin it. What if the Violinist was on his List? What if it was someone he didn’t like? This completely one-sided arrangement was on some level something he liked, even just a little, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to crack that veneer of anonymity that lay between them. He didn’t know who the Violinist was, and the Violinist presumably didn’t know that they had an audience.

Still, he was too direct to keep skulking around like some kind of spy or creeper. That wasn’t his style. Seemed fairer to the Violinist this way, too. Plus, part of him was unmistakably curious; he’d been wondering about this for the better part of the school year he’d spent here. Might as well begin the day by solving a mystery, right? Swinging soundlessly onto the windowsill, Sora landed in a crouch, perched on the frame like some kind of large bird, the twin dovetails of his black duster coat hanging out the window even still.

What he saw wasn’t exactly what he’d expected, though he was inwardly relieved that the person here was in fact not on his list, nor someone he hated. Fujiwara, huh? He wouldn’t have picked the prefect to have a talent like this, but then again, he was pretty bad at reading people and they usually managed to surprise him, though admittedly, this was less unpleasant than most such surprises.

He caught sight of the owl, but if its presence moved his thoughts in one direction or another, he didn’t show it, instead waiting with uncharacteristic politeness for the performance to end before he spoke. “Hn. You’re pretty talented, Fujiwara.” It was certainly not a kind of talent he’d ever had the time to cultivate.

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"If what makes you happy is frowned upon, then you are doing something right."




Snow opened his eyes, watching the fluid movement of his owner's wrist flick with each pull of the bow. He knew this was what made her happy, what made her feel...human amongst all other things. Even though he loved his creator, he couldn't help but worry about her and the thirst he knew was becoming more difficult to control. She wouldn't be able to keep this up forever, however; in the mean time he would look after her like the familiar he was. A sound captured his attention as he turned to the source. His black eyes stared into a pair similar to his own as he recognized the vampire. It was Sora Tsukino, one of the Tsukino family that attended the school. He paid no heed to the pure-blood as his eyes remained fixated on the boy, watching with curiosity as he crouched on the window sill.

"“Huh. You’re pretty talented, Fujiwara." the voice startled Asuka as she struck the violin a bit harder than usual. It caused a wire to snap, inches from missing her face as she turned to the voice. Her eyes narrowed slightly before his words registered into her mind. He had just complimented her on her talent. Sora Tsukino, complimenting her; it almost caused her to laugh. She placed the violin back in the rack along with the bow. She would have to replace the string that snapped; it was her favorite violin. He is complimenting you Asuka, thank him,
she heard Snow and gave him a look before turning her full attention to Sora.

"Shouldn't you be returning to your dorm?" she inquired instead. Snow shook his feathers, appearing like a ball of cotton and less intimidating as he inwardly scolded Asuka. She ignored her familiar as she kept her gaze on the pure-blood. The two were notorious for their almost arguments, however; it served as a form of entertainment for Asuka. Although she would never admit it to herself, she actually enjoyed their banters from time to time. Masochist, Snow stated before flying out of the window Sora was currently still in. Asuka only smiled at the bird's choice of words.

"It's none of my business if you want to sleep or not, but you shouldn't be creeping around like a creeper," she continued to badger the male. She honestly didn't know what exactly it was about the vampire that brought this side of her out, however; she wasn't about to curl up and become...soft just because she couldn't hold her tongue. She folded her arms against her chest, the Prefect band now present as she glanced outside to the distance. A small spectacle, blind to the human eye, caught her attention. Someone was out of the building. This caused her to frown as she turned her back to the pure-blood.

"Nevermind," she stated as she placed a hand on the door's frame, glancing back at the vampire before continuing, "Thank you," and with that she left. The clicks of her heels echoed through the hall as she began her rounds once more. The soft mewling of a cat captured Asuka's ears as she turned to spot the white cat she nicknamed, Snowball. She kneeled down and scooped the cat into her arms, watching as Yuki curled into her embrace. The soft purring sound elicited from the cat's lips caused a smile to form onto Asuka's own.

"Are you here to help me Snowball?" she asked as the cat glanced up at her with sapphire blue eyes. It was a lazy gaze, one that could have been interrperted as 'No', however; Asuka merely placed the cat upon her shoulders as Yuki curled his tail around her neck. "This hallway is cleared," she stated to no one in particular before approaching a rather brightly lit window. She glanced outside and spotted a rather peculiar sight. Zenith had seemed to be laying underneath a maple tree and had a serene look upon his face. Asuka shook her head as she left the window. Such an odd vampire she thought as Yuki continued to purr rather loudly.

Satisfied that all the students were now currently still in their class, Asuka decided to head towards the roof of the school building. She was rather tired from the previous night. A night class student had wandered from class and found an injured Day Class student. Needless to say that Night Class student wouldn't be venturing anywhere anytime soon. As for the day class student, he had given Asuka a hard time. He hadn't wanted to go to the infirmary and Asuka nearly had to drag the boy. His reasoning was that because he was a man and men didn't treat their battle wounds.

He had missed a step on the stairs.

Once on the top, a loud shriek pierced the air as Snow swooped down, aiming for Yuki who hissed at the being before jumping off of Asuka's shoulder, running back into the building before disappearing. Asuka gave Snow a stern gaze, but he merely ruffled his feathers in response. I don't like that cat,, he simply stated as he made his perch on top of the rail of the building. Asuka merely rubbed the Owl before disappearing behind the door, grabbing something and pulled it out. Does Mr. Itou know you have that violin up here, he stated in a rather monotonous voice, causing Asuka to smirk.

"You enjoy listening just as much as I enjoy playing," she retorted. In a way, Asuka was glad that Sora interrupted her little session. If she had been too engulfed in playing, she would have had some explaining to do if someone noticed the change of color in her eyes. She couldn't help it that the music took over her that way. "Plus, this is something I've been working on and I actually have room up here to practice the dance along with it," she continued. It was partially true as there was a dance she had been wanting to integrate into the music, however; she wasn't exactly the most graceful dancer there was.

Is it that song again? Oh, I must watch this, Asuka could almost hear the tease in his voice as she grinned. She bowed at her only audience and pulled the violin up to her chin. "Would you be so kind as to push play on that radio?" she asked as the owl glanced down at the small radio. It contained the music she was currently playing the violin to and served as a source of inspiration. Snow reluctantly obliged as he pushed the button with his beak, listening as the music came alive. Asuka smiled and pulled the bow across the violin as the music continued to play.

Her body began to move with the music, feeling as it coursed through her veins. Snow could see the happiness that radiated from her being as she continued to move, her body becoming almost hypnotic as it demonstrated the flexibility she picked up due to her upbringing. For a moment, she opened her eyes, displaying the briliant vermilion before closing them again. Snow shook his head slightly as he continued to watch as the performance ended, unaware of a pair of crimson eyes peeking in through the doorway.

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“I am my instinct— untamable but fettered.”



That owl was intelligent. More intelligent than an animal had any right to be. It was obvious in the way it looked at him. Sora graced it with the barest tilt of his mouth, cocking his head to one side. I know what you are. But there was no danger in this, because he also didn’t much care. Still, he wasn’t sure how she hadn’t been found out by now, if she let the thing follow her around like that. Who’d ever heard of a human with an owl for a pet, let alone one who smelled so strange. He shrugged to himself; none of his damn business, anyway.

The sound of a snapping string caused a twinge—he hadn’t meant to cause her to break anything, which was why he’d waited until the song was over. Her reply to his presence could have instigated an argument, if he’d wanted it to. I have as much right to be here as you do, princess, don’t try to tell me what to do. Or something trite like that. Instead, he let the comment pass in indifferent silence; it was hardly the clever reply she was capable of, and he supposed he must have caught her off-guard with the suddenness of his appearance.

The comment afterwards, though, did demand an answer. “Feeling a bit off today, are we, Fujiwara? Your comebacks are usually much better than this. What ‘creeper’ lets himself be seen?” He asked nonchalantly, glancing around the room. There was nothing particularly interesting about it, and so he settled for making eye contact again. Apparently, that was the socially-acceptable thing to do. He did it only because the range of expression that faces were capable of producing was telling, and much more interesting than staring at blank walls.

Her reply to that was just downright dismissive, and she seemed inclined to be leaving already. The hell is wrong with you today, Fujiwara? He hadn’t even gotten a proper scolding out of the deal. Instead, he’d been thanked. She must be sick or something, and he just blinked at her for a second, huffing a breath from his lungs as she disappeared beyond the doorway, disturbing the locks of hair that hung over his forehead. Well, that had been about thirty times more boring than usual. Shaking his head, Sora hopped from the windowsill and ran a hand through his hair, contemplating the wisdom of actually sleeping.

Ultimately deciding against it, he struck out down the hallway and back out onto the grounds. It wasn’t like he ever slept much, anyhow. He’d never really needed to—a few hours here and there was plenty to keep him going. He put it down to his childhood, and training that involved pushing hi and his siblings to the limits of their bodies’ capacities: forced insomnia, blood starvation… they’d been run till they were practically delusional and then forced to fight their ancestors. Nobody had ever accused vampire clans of being sane, and the Tsukinos had always taken things to extremes even then.

Whatever the case, his wanderings soon took him around the building, where he happened upon something most irregular: a group of vampires (and some humans, from the smell of it) were crowded around a tree. Frowning openly, Sora drew his brows together and went to investigate. There were a very limited number of things that would attract the attention of both species—you’ve got to be shitting me.

It wasn’t hard to tell upon approaching that the lollygaggers were actually observing someone sleeping. How messed up was that? Not to mention the fact that the sleeper was actually his practically-nonexistent roommate, though that really didn’t figure into what he did next.

“What the fuck is wrong with you people?” Sora asked the assembled group, mostly women. This caused several heads to turn in his direction, most of them shooting him glares. A few looked properly chastised and colored in embarrassment, hurrying along on their way to wherever they’d been going before getting caught up in this stupidity. For all that, though, there were about four who stayed, and one found her voice relatively easily.

“Oh look, it’s the dirt-eating thin-blood. Why don’t you run along and go drain a human, Tsukino?” She was lucky there weren’t any more humans around, running her mouth like that.

He’d have been angry if he didn’t find it all so damn laughable. “Come up with that all by yourself, did you Karena? Or did daddy have to help you? Seriously, fuck off you idiots—how’d you like it if somebody stared at you while you were trying to sleep?” To think Fujiwara had called him a creeper. He had nothing on these ‘fans’ of Zenith’s.

Karena looked like she was ready to respond, but her tune abruptly changed when he took a step closer. If Zenith was considered beautiful by the majority of the population, Sora was terrifying when he wanted to be, and it was wiser to avoid him when he was irritated. The look they were getting could likely have peeled paint with its blistering nature, and with much posturing and dignified sniffing, they all sashayed away. “Goddamn morons. He’s a person, not a thing,” the young vampire muttered. A sharp exhale, and Sora shook his head. He should probably find somewhere else to sleep, though. Less public, maybe. Casting a speculative glance at the other pureblood, he opted to leave him there. Maybe it would take them a while to reform now that he’d scared them off.

It shouldn’t matter, really, he decided as he stalked off, but it kind of did. It was never for the same reason, but he knew what it was like to have people look at you and forget you had your own mind about things, like you were some kind of object for them to own. He’d always been more a weapon than the trinket those people seemed to think Zenith was, but the idea was basically the same in the end. Jamming his hands into his coat pockets, Sora allowed his awareness of the world around him to expand, his mind to empty of anything but the processing needed to properly identify all the sensations that came to him. It was meditative, in a way, and helped keep him in control of himself.

No mean feat, when just about everything about this place pissed him off so much.

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"A shadow that lurks should be destroyed by the light. Only then will I ever find the peace I long for."




"Don't you know it's against school policy to be out after hours." a voice called out as the cold barrel of a gun was pressed against the crimson-eyed figures head. Hayate cocked the pistol, signaling he was in no mood to trifle with, however; the amused chuckle escaping the figure's mouth caused his eyes to narrow. Before he could fire, the figure dispersed in a myriad of shadows, leaving Hayate's pistol still lingering in the air. He put the pistol back into its' holster as he took a deep breath. Damn vamps, he thought to himself as he gently pushed the door open, watching the familiar figure in front of him dance to the music blaring through. A smile adorned his lips as Asuka came to a stop, the sound of clapping reaching her ears.

"It seems you are perfecting that song of yours Asuka," he stated, a warm light glowing in his chocolate brown eyes. Asuka smiled brightly, a true smile that would have made even the stars jealous as she bowed for her cousin. Hayate returned the gesture before he was encompassed in an embrace. He smiled as he rubbed the back of Asuka's head as she peered up at him, her smile gone and replaced by a large grin. "And it's good to see you to Imouto-chan," he continued.

"What brings you here Onii-san?" she questioned, releasing Hayate from her embrace as his smile slowly transcended into a frown. Asuka raised an eyebrow at his reaction, it's meaning could only be of two things. Either he was charged with transporting a vampire, pure-blood or noble, to the school grounds, or something rather trivial to him was about to happen. She could only assume either as she tilted her head to the side in confusion. "Is something the matter Onii-san? Did Headmaster give you another assignment?" she continued to question as Hayate ran a hand through his osidian locks. He sighed before forcing a smile to his lips.

"Yes and no at the same time," he began, pulling out a flyer from his back pocket. He handed it to Asuka as she skimmed over its' contents, confusion littering her face. She went back over the words and immediately her frown deepened. "A festival is going to be held in the next coming week. It is a first for the Academy as they are allowing the public to mingle with the school," he explained as he shoved his hands deep within his pockets. He glanced off to the side, unable to keep eye contact with his cousin before returning to stare into the still confused jade eyes.

"Is that a wise idea? I mean with the new system in place," she began as Hayate kept a stoic face. He knew it was a bad idea, he even expressed it to the Headmaster, however; his concerns were not heeded and instead met with a "It'll be fine," and dismissed. Asuka sighed as Snow ruffled his feathers.

"This human of your's is unwise," Snow spoke, voicing his own opinion. If anyone else had been around, they would have thought the owl a toy, or a machine of some sorts. "I do not see why you place so much faith in that human," he continued as he flew over to Asuka's shoulder. She rubbed his feathers as Hayate nodded in agreement with the Owl. He didn't know why they did either, but it was his father's choice. He wasn't going to go against his father, no matter how much he disagreed with the man.

"Well, this ought to be interesting....wait. I am the only prefect, how am I going to manage that!" she nearly shouted. She could hear Snow chuckling in the background as Hayate took off down the stairs. He was going to make sure that was not the case. He already had plans for the Festival's security.

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"They said a storm was coming, but when I glanced at the sky, it was bright and clear. I didn't realize they meant that I was the storm.




Asuka stared at the door Hayate had walked through. She sighed, picking up the violin from the floor and returned it to it's hiding place. She glanced back, noticing the setting sun and a small smile appeared on her face. It was almost time for her rounds again since the Day Class would be finishing soon and the Night Class would be starting. It seemed like a never ending cycle for Asuka. As the only prefect, it was difficult to keep track of so many students, and at times it caused her to be stressed to the point that even the smallest things would set her off. She would apologize after because she hadn't meant to snap at the people, however; she wished there was at least one more person to help her.

Did you forget about me? I am hurt," Snow interrupted Asuka's thoughts as he stared at his master. He conveyed his thoughts in a hurt-like manner, causing Asuka to chuckle at his child-like behavior. I am glad it pleases you that I am hurt. Such a terrible master you are, he chuckled in amusement, glad to see she was still smiling. In any matter, I think you should check on a little bird lodged in a tree. She seems to be fond of that tree. Not to mention a certain vampire was just asleep under the same tree, Snow finished, flying from his perch on Asuka's shoulder and began to fly around the building, helping her with her duties.

How could you think I would ever forget about you? And you mean Haruka? I shall see what she is up to this time. I swear sometimes the girl is as bad as Sora, she returned, chuckling as she made her way downstairs. She passed by the students as the bell rang, signaling for them to return to their dorms. For once, everything seemed to be calm as the students all greeted her and went about their ways. There was a few students here and there that stopped by their lockers to either put things away, or grabbing their necessary items. Asuka was slightly glad that her job seemed a bit easy today, and she wasn't going to take it forgranted. Times like these were rare and she enjoyed them when they were around.

She approached a pair of doors that lead to the outside world, however; a particular scent captured her attention. It was something she had never smelled before and it was rather, intoxicating. She followed the scent, weaving through the crowd of students as she made her way towards it. The scent stopped just as soon as it appeared and Asuka became confused. She frowned as she began to make her back to the tree Snow said Haruka had been. She stopped, however, when the smell suddenly assaulted her senses. She covered her mouth and nose, trying to keep the smell from overwhelming her and her eyes, briefly, flashed crimson.

She quickly made her way back to her dorm room and began tearing through her compartment she built in her closet. She had made it to hide the tablets she was forced to take once every few months. She grabbed a handful of the tablets and threw them into a rather large cup, downing it's contents in one full swing. It hurt her throat as she felt the liquid rush through her being. It was enough to calm her, but she still felt so thirsty. She needed something else. The scratching at her door caused Asuka to panic a bit. She opened it and peered down, watching the intense amber gaze of Yuki. He stood, glancing over his shoulder as if to say for her to follow him. She did so, following the cat as he began to lead her outside of the building.

Meanwhile, Snow flew over the school, landing on a tree branch to rest. His azure gaze glanced around the school yard when a familiar feeling came to him. He tilted his head slightly before flying off deeper into the woods. He spotted the vampire from earlier, the one that had tilted his head as if to say he knew what Snow truly was: Sora Tsukino. Snow allowed a semblance of a smile to appear as he hooted at the boy, tilting his head almost so that it was upside down to stare at the Tsukino pure-blood. Prove to me you know what I am, he thought to himself as he continued to stare at the vampire.

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“It’s only a secret for as long as you remember to keep it.”



That smell was fucking weird, and he didn’t like it. Sora, having returned to his dormitory to nap for a few hours and then ducked back out into the forest, had first encountered it upon returning. He supposed it might smell tasty, but he’d lost his concept of most such things quite a while ago. Living with bare survival in mind could do that to a person, and he’d never had much of a connoisseur’s intuition anyway. Blood was blood, it was food, and he honestly didn’t even mind the fake stuff as long as it got the job done.

But even to him, there was something strange about it, and strange things tended to translate as suspicious things where he was concerned. Occupational hazard, maybe. Whatever the case, it didn’t feel right, and he trusted his gut feelings on the matter. The trail seemed to abruptly disappear, though, and he wondered if the person to whom it was attached had some power to that effect. Teleportation, maybe? Not unheard-of, but rather rare.

It probably didn’t matter. They didn’t smell like anyone he’d ever encountered, which meant they weren’t on the List, so he properly shouldn’t give any damns whatsoever. Rolling his eyes to himself, he wondered if Sachiko was getting to his head after all, with this ‘helping people’ nonsense of hers, but dismissed the thought. He was just as he’d always been, and that was how he needed to stay.

His attention was caught by the presence of an animal, or more specifically, Fujiwara’s owl. There was no way the thing was a toy—he knew a real animal when he saw one, and they just didn’t make mechanics that good. He also knew it wasn’t just an owl, for the same reason. The inquisitive way it was looking at him went a long way to confirming this. Not prototypical owl behavior by any means. He wondered what it was doing here.

“Shouldn’t you be with Fujiwara?” He asked in a deadpan, standing beneath the tree that the creature had perched in and looking right up at it as though he held conversations with birds every day. His posture was deceptively casual: hands stuffed into the pockets of his duster, head tipped slightly backwards, but he was as alert to his surroundings as ever. “There’s something new on campus, you know, and it smells funny. Sure as hell ain’t here for me, if you catch my drift.” It could be anything, there for anyone, but a human-looking girl with a familiar was the weirdest thing he’d seen around here, so it would probably be best for them to be careful.

Not that he really cared or anything, of course.

“Plus she was acting odd this morning. Adds up funny, doesn’t it? If I were you, I’d look into that stuff.” He gave a one-shouldered shrug and started back in the direction of the school building. He had plans to make for the evening, after all.

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"Secrets are not meant to be kept. Eventually, someone will find out, and when they do, would you be able to handle it?"




"So it seems," Snow spoke as he chuckled deeply at Sora's response. He flapped his wings, almost as if to beat off whatever seemed to be weighing them down before moving over towards the end of the branch. He then straigtened himself out before flying over, closer to the vampire. "And she wasn't acting weird. She has a lot on her mind at the moment, especially with this festival your human Headmaster is planning. By tomorrow morning, I assure you she'll have returned to your bickering nonsense you and her seem to be so fond of," he continued. He gave one last glance at the pure-blood before flying off to meet his master. He was slightly worried as she hadn't called him back, and judging by the way the sun had disappeared, she would have called him by now. Before he was too far away, he threw a comment over his shoulder, or what could be perceived as a shoulder since he was an owl.

"Maybe you can bring out that side of her," and with that, he was out of Sora's sight. Honestly, Snow liked the pure-blood. It wasn't everyday that the owl could say he actually favored someone, however; something about Sora gave the owl a slight spark of hope. A hope that his master might accept that side of her and become who he knew she was supposed to be. Although she often scolded him about such a matter, it never detered his will to convince Asuka to become a full-fledged vampire. He chuckled as a sharp pain shot through his head, forcing him to crash into a nearby tree. He tried to get up, but the pain had become unbearable. Asuka, was the only thought on his mind before his world went black and the owl fell.




Asuka walked in a trance as she followed Yuki out of the school grounds. As soon as she exited the building, the night breeze assaulted her face, drifting another scent with it. She knew that scent, the sweet, bitter smell of blood. Her head snapped in the direction of the smell and soon, Asuka found herself running towards it with a speed she hadn't quite harnessed yet. She had found the source of the smell and couldn't help the shade of crimson her eyes had turned. She watched Haruka react to the slice of her finger, and before the girl could do anything, Asuka snatched Haruka's hand and held it up to her eyes. She could see the confusion in the girl's eyes and watched as Asuka brought her mouth closer to her finger.

"Such a sweet smell," she spoke before drinking the liquid that seemed to pour from the minor flesh wound. She inhaled it before releasing her hand and quickly grabbing the girl, spinning around so that Haruka's back was to her. Although being an inch shorter, it gave her a perfect height to lean into Haruka's neck and inhale her scent. Yuki sat off to the side, watching the events unfolding as he communicated silently with his master, sending him the information he required on the Dhampir. "I promise you this won't hurt...much," she spoke in a voice not her own. Two white fangs appeared as she latched onto Haruka's neck, drinking the warm liquid as it flowed into her mouth.

Whether Haruka had resisted or not, Asuka's eyes returned to their jade color as she released herself from Haruka's neck. Her eyes were wide with terror as she stepped back. What had she done? She had just jeopardized her entire secrecy by feeding off of the human girl. She couldn't undo what she had just done, and it would more likely scar the girl for a lifetime. Asuka was supposed to appear human to the girl. She wasn't supposed to know about the vampire world, at all. This thought alone scared Asuka as she muttered an apology and ran. She had never ran so fast in her life as she could feel the muscle in her legs screaming at her to stop. She had to get away, run as far and as fast as possible.

She finally stopped in a clearing, curling up in a small ball as she shook. What happened to her? Where had her control gone? This wasn't like her at all. She always made sure to keep her thirst in check and her secret a...secret. She would never have put herself in that position and Snow...

Where was Snow?

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“It’s not like I want to keep your secrets, you know. But… I ain’t gonna go running my mouth, if that’s what you’re worried about. Who’d I tell, anyway?”



Huh. The owl had a sense of humor. Who’d have thought? Fujiwara hardly did, though he had a feeling that was just an affectation on her part. The note about the festival surprised him a bit—it wasn’t like he kept up with school gossip or anything so frivolous as that. He’d have to keep track of this, though; it would make moving about tomorrow a bit harder to do unnoticed.

He had no idea what the creature was talking about when it spoke of that side of Fujiwara, though. The only side of her he had any dealings with was the sarcastic spitfire one, not that he minded that. It was fun, or at least less boring than everyone else he knew. Well, perhaps it wasn’t the only one he knew, now. He had just discovered that she was the violinist, after all. Did that change things? Should it? Probably no to both. It was a footnote, a curious little fact, and he didn’t have time for those right now. Maybe one day, he’d be able to live for something other than his vengeance, but that day was not today, nor could he foresee it. Not even Sachiko could, or at least not that she’d told him. Too many factors, she’d said, to properly know where his future led just yet.

That was fine—he’d never liked spoilers or talk of fate.

He was on his way back across campus when something caught his attention: still beyond the treeline, a small foxlike creature was nudging something white that lay on the ground. Hold on, wasn’t that…? Stepping silently closer, he identified the owl, and his brows descended his forehead, resting heavily over his black eyes. It had been fine no more than a few minutes ago; what gave? Adjusting his gait so that he could be heard, he approached the two, crouching near the owl. The fox-not-fox (they didn’t look quite like that, normally) had a faint trace of a smell on it that he recognized.

Scowling, Sora carefully scooped the owl up in his arms. The least he could do was sniff out Fujiwara and take him to her. Turning to the fox (it was his roommate’s, he was sure of it now. Distinctive smell on that guy), he addressed it brusquely, but bereft of any real rudeness. “I’ll take care of it. You can go back to whatever you were doing if you want.” He lifted a single shoulder in a shrug, surprisingly careful not to jostle the creature in his arms, and took off at a dead sprint.

Fujiwara’s smell, unusual as it was, was easy to pick out, by comparison to just about anyone’s, and he angled himself for her location, doubling his speed when he picked up the smell of blood—human blood—on her. The hell have you gotten yourself into, woman? He thought. For once, Sora didn’t bother to calculate the reasons for what he did, or what it was going to mean for him, he just acted. A bit like he had this morning, chasing off the creepy groupies. Some thing just weren’t optional, anyway.

He found her in a clearing, folded in on herself so as to make herself as small as possible, from the looks of it. He could detect the tremor in her limbs even from this distance, and he slowed his pace, moving closer at a pace she could properly register, scuffing his feet on the ground on purpose to make sure he was audible. Sora crouched in front of her, Snow the owl still held carefully to his chest. He was breathing normally enough, just unconscious. He must have hit the tree or something, which should have been amost impossible for an owl, let alone an intelligent familiar. Something was up, and he didn’t like it.

Sighing heavily, the young vampire shifted his hold so that he was cradling the bird in one arm, and used his now-freed hand to reach up, a single index finger extended, and press the tip of the digit to the center of the girl’s forehead. “Messed up, did you?” he asked bluntly, though something in his tone was almost… sympathetic. It was probably a good thing he wasn’t really listening to himself, more interested in her, and as always, his surroundings. If he’d heard the steely flint in his voice recede even a little, he would have withdrawn from the situation.

“You can’t make amends sitting here scared, Fujiwara. You’ve gotta stand up and face your problems. Head on.” He withdrew his arm, and smiled, his usual feral grin that carried equal parts mischief and danger. “If you need to punch something first, I promise I can take it.” Hell, violence was sometimes what you needed to fix a problem or get over a hurdle, and he understood this in a way that most people never would. Granted, he’d never volunteered to be a punching bag before, but then, he’d never been in a situation where it seemed like a good thing to do for somebody. He’d also listen if she had to vent at him, but then he already did that pretty often (when her irritation with his taunting turned into irritation more generally, he’d usually stick around and let her lay it on him), so he was pretty sure she’d know.

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“They see you, but they don't really see you.”






Haruka stared in confusion as Asuka walked into the Garden, her eyes had a strange red tint to them, that scared her for some reason. There was silence between the two of them for a moment, and Haruka was about to say something to Asuka, perhaps ask her if she was okay, but before she could blink Asuka had firmly grabbed her hand in a rather painful grip and held it up to her eyes. Haruka stared at her room mate with clear confusion as to what she was doing, as she slowly pulled her hurt finger towards her mouth.

"Such a sweet smell,"Asuka murmured before pulling Haruka's finger into her mouth. Her eyes bludged out of her head and a faint blush covered her face. Asuka took a deep breath before Haru suddenly found herself spun around, her back to her room mate. Askua was an inch or so shorter, but it seemed to work for her because she could lean into Haruka's neck and take a deep breath. Haruka opened her mouth, trying to form words, trying to ask her what was going on, but once again Asuka cut her off. "I promise you this won't hurt...much." As shiver went down her back, because that didn't belong to her room mate, and then she felt two, hard fangs slice into her skin as her life blood was drained from her neck.

Haruka opened her mouth and let out a small, pain filled cry and I silent plea for the one person she had started to trust to stop hurting her, but no sound came out, only tears. After a few seconds, the hands holding her up left, and as did the mouth that was on her neck. Haru fell to the ground, one hand gripping the wound on her neck and the other covering her mouth and the sobs that were bound to escape. Haru didn't hear the apology, all she noticed was that she was now alone, bleeding and crying. Oh how familiar this felt. Carefully she curled in on herself as the hand over her mouth fell to the ground so her fingers could dig into the dirt. So much had just happened in such a short time, she didn't understand any of it, and only one thought ran through her mind...was her room mate a...Vampire?

She felt her body begin to shake as her tears fell faster, she was horrified, and she didn't want to be alone anymore, that was the worse part. Soon there was another figure in garden that she had tried so hard to hide. Haruka curled in on herself more, afraid for a moment that Askua had perhaps came back to finish what she started, but then she saw the golden eyes. For a moment, all she could see was the golden eyes, and a memory was triggered.






A small red haired child wandered around in the forest, she was lost, confused, and scared, she was so scared. She didn't know how she had gotten there, she didn't know where her parents were or why her neck hurt. She didn't know anything, why was she there? All the small child could remember was her parents dropping her off at her uncles and then...red eyes.. The small red haired child fell to the ground and sobbed. She was so lost and scared, all she wanted was her mommy and daddy, where were they? Why had they left her all alone in this horrible world? When she had trusted them both so much.. and now she was all alone in the dark forest...and she was pretty sure her neck was bleeding.

Suddenly there was a snap of a twig, and when the small girl looked up she met a pair of golden eyes. The eyes were filled with pain, but also a strange form of love. A woman stepped out towards the girl and crouched beside her, frowning. "Why are you out here all alone little one?"the woman asked making the little girl look up. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes before speaking. "I don't know...I'm scared.." She little girl looked up with more tears in her eyes, and the woman's frowned deepened and easily pulled the girl into a gentle hug. The girl felt safe and at home, and as her tears dried and her eyes shut, the woman stood up, carrying her away from the woods while murmuring soft words. "Don't worry little one, I wont let you stay lost.."

The next day the girl had woken up in a warm bed, the family she had been left with had told her that she would be staying with them for awhile..she never saw the woman again..







Haruka blinked as her eyes came back into foces, and she realized that the man from earlier today was now kneeling beside her with a handkerchief over her injury. Haru stared up at his golden eyes with her own wide blue ones, tears still falling down her face. She was scared but...for some reason she wasn't scared of him....no, for some reason she felt safe with him, and she never felt safe with anyone since that night. "You must treat it." Was all he said in such an emotionless voice that made her want to cry even more. She reached out and clutched his arm with shaky hands as she stared up at him, his nails digging into his skin more than she had meant them to. "I-I don't know how to...I don't think anyone has ever..bitten me before..." She said with wide eyes, she never noticed the scar on the back of her neck that was a bite mark, she never really had a view of the back of her neck.."I-Im scared.." She whispered staring up at the man whose name she didn't even know, she wasn't scared of him through..n, she was scared of everyone else, and everything else out there in the world.

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"Should I tell a secret that doesn't belong to me?"




"Asuka," Snow spoke as slowly opened his eyes to the world again. He had found himself in Sora's arms and immediately spotted Asuka curled up in a ball, trembling. He wiggled himself out of Sora's grasp and flew to his master, nudging her ever so slightly as Sora had just did. Asuka, get up. You need to get up now, he begged as he watched Asuka unravel herself. She stared at the blank eyes of Sora, and for a moment, she had forgotten who he was.

When the words left his mouth, however, a certain spark broke the hold that seemed to have taken hold of Asuka and she narrowed her eyes at the male. Asuka, don't, the words of advice went unnoticed as Asuka found the strength in her legs to stand again. She took a wobbled step towards Sora, eyes still glaring at the pure-blood.

"I don't know what you are referring to, but I," she stopped as she brought her hand up to her mouth, wiping away the blood that still stained her lips. It was Haruka's blood, that she was sure of, however; that hold on her, it wasn't her when she bit Haruka. She hadn't meant to scare her roommate, and now she was sure she could never look at Haruka the same. She glanced back at Sora and sat in the same spot she had curled up in. Pulling her knee's to her chest, she hid her face behind them as her eyes seemed to glaze. Snow, what should I do? I can't tell him, she thought as Snow flew over to Sora's shoulder, landing gracefully like a snowflake.

If you don't, I will. You can't handle this alone Asuka. You need help, or else your hunger won't be satisfied" she heard his reply. She smiled a bit at his authoritive voice and shook her head. She tilted her head to the side so that she could see Sora a bit, debating whether or not to tell him her secret. I assure you he has already figured out you are not quite human Asuka, Snow continued as she sighed in defeat. She turned to Sora before returning her attention back to the forest. Her inner turmoil would have to be put to rest eventually, and if this was the only way, then perhaps...

"Have you ever felt like something wasn't quite right with you?" she began as she stared out into the forest. Of course she knew it was a frivolous question, but she had to ask it anyways. "I am sure you aware of Snow already. He...he's mine. He's my familiar. I created him about five years ago, but that is not what I want to say," she began. Her voice held it's tone, unwavering or cracking as she continued.

"I...I am not like you, but I am not like them either. But if I'm not human, then what am I?" she found herself speaking more to herself than to Sora as her voice died just above a whisper. She hated this feeling, the feeling of being weak and having to lean on someone. Especially since the only person around was the one man she always argued with. Something about his demeanor though caused Asuka to speak to him as if they were long time friends. She shook her head of the thoughts as she turned to Snow and Sora.

"You are something entirely different Asuka. You need to choose a side, the right side," he spoke before flying off. Asuka knew the meaning behind Snow's words, however; would Sora? She laughed to herself before she stood up. The smile she once held had now returned to a frown as she turned to Sora, a strange glint in her eyes.

"Snow seems to trust you, but I don't. Who was I kidding to think that I could actually tell you something...something so intimate that you wouldn't understand," she found her voice rising as she spoke each word. She was being defensive now. She didn't want to drag this man into her own world, although she already unwittingly had. "Do me a favor and don't pretend to care Tsukino," and with that she walked away, a lone tear falling from her eye as she made her way towards the school building. She couldn't sleep in her dorm room, not now anyways. Instead, she made her way to the only solace she received from this place: the music room. She went for the one thing that could make her feel better, the one thing she knew she could trust.

Her music.

Snow only shook his head from his perch before allowing sleep to consume him.

You ignorant child.

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“It’s a damn burden, isn’t it? Choice, I mean.”



Sora, much like one handling a wary or half-tamed animal (or perhaps someone who was a half-tamed animal) didn’t move, for the most part, his eyes tracking Fujiwara’s movements with uncanny precision, though they seemed to go a tad out-of-focus when she settled again, right in front of him as she had been. In truth, he was thus because it was easiest to detect movement that way, without fixating on one thing in particular. Not one for using his social graces, he figured it was probably rude, but in the end, she’d probably value her secrecy more than his manners, and this way, he’d know they weren’t being watched.

She was talking more to herself than him, though, though much as he hated to admit it, the words did strike a chord with him. Have you ever felt like something wasn’t quite right with you? He could have laughed, but it would not have been a pleasant sound. He was a freak of nature, even among his own people; when hadn’t there been something wrong with him? Even now, when he could hide his obvious deformities, he wore a brazen attitude instead, daring anyone who wasn’t a coward to come straight out and tell him what they thought of him. Nobody ever had—they were all too afraid of him, even without knowing what he was capable of.

That, he realized belatedly, was why he wasted so much of his valuable time prodding at Fujiwara. Because she wasn’t afraid of him, not even wary, at least not any more than she was of anyone else. This quality admittedly fascinated him, as until now the only people that had displayed it were either dead or Sachiko… or didn’t know any better.

His offer to be her punching bag was still in effect, and he took it to apply to the verbal lashings as well, hence offering no reply or retort while she vented right at him, though his eyes did narrow almost imperceptibly when she accused him of not understanding. He might not be half-human, but that wasn’t the only way to feel out of place, excluded. Everything he was grew from that very foundation, and he knew well that he wasn’t the only one, either. Lots of people dealt with that. Maybe it wasn’t always right in their blood, as it was with the two of them, but it was pervasive anyway. Just look at vampire society: anything less than perfect in your honeyed lies and showy decorum, in your meticulously-planned displays of power and wealth, and all of a sudden you were a pariah, unworthy of the dirt beneath someone else’s feet.

What she didn’t understand was something he knew well: the only person who could save you from a ‘fate’ like that was yourself.

She left in a huff, and for a long time, he remained there, perfectly still. The memory visited him in shadowplay, flickering ghosts behind his eyes, as though on an ephemeral film reel, grainy at the edges and faint, the voices almost blending into the rustle of grasses and the daytime birdsongs.

What happened?

I don’t know! I was just training with him, and then…

Your electricity disappeared?

I swear, it was him!

Faces glare down at the child, and a boot finds its way into his stomach. He accepts the punishment silently, assuming that it is merely another part of what he has come to see as normal. It is to make him stronger, they say, able to withstand anything without breaking. To look the power of so-called nobility in the eye and laugh at it. To know the pain of a thousand stinging needles, countless whip-lashes, and hold his tongue. To face the worst nightmares his mind could conjure, the most excruciating pains his body could experience, and simply endure. It is their way, and it is many years before he understands that his was always the worst. Because their hopes for him were always the highest.

Perverse, is it not?

It would be all that saved him, in the end.


Sora stood abruptly, shaking the last fragments of memory from his head. It was a useless thing; he had no need of such recollections. They strengthened him no further now, after all. This was a waste of time; he never should have come here. His time would undeniably be better spent preparing for tonight.

“So certain of that, are you?” a rich contralto voice asked, dripping with mockery, asked him, and the Tsukino survivor grimaced. Not you again, he thought in the creature’s general direction, eliciting a throaty chuckle. The panther emerged from the shadows of the trees, all liquid grace and effortless motion. Its color was such that it seemed cut from a starless night sky, or perhaps the dark side of the moon, save for its gem-bright eyes, a startling emerald green. “I see you’ve been as useless as ever while I was gone,” the cat continued nonchalantly, glancing around the clearing with steady gaze.

“What do you want, Midori?” he demanded of his familiar, scowling at her. To observe the interaction, one could not be blamed for assuming they disliked each other quite a bit, but such a theory would be shown false by the way which the black huntress approached, nudging her head under his arm. He sighed, but scratched behind one large rounded ear all the same. As far as familiars went, she was massive, easily large enough to carry two people mounted, three if they were small people.

She purred like a kitten under the attentions, but cracked one eye to look up at him wryly. Rather than answer his question directly, she offered a statement. “I overheard your conversation with the girl. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why should I? It’s not my place to decide anything about her life. Besides, I’m not here to make friends. We’ve been over this. She’s interesting enough, but that’s all.” He started back towards the edge of the forest, the great feline padding along just as noiselessly by his side, quite the feat considering her size.

“Such a waste,” She chided languidly. “I grow bored of your revenge schemes. You are at your best when your attentions are focused elsewhere, Sora.” Her tone was sly, but he knew she truly believed what she said. Too bad he didn’t.

“Oh yes, because I’m utterly fucking charming,” he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes to the sky above. The rasping chuckle sounded again, and she bumped his side with her head. Sheer reflex and solidity kept him from falling over—she was very strong.

“Not everyone needs pretty words. Sometimes, they just need true ones.”

He scoffed low in his throat. “There’s nobody on earth who’d prefer the ugly truth to a pretty lie, Midori. Especially not when it’s coming from me.”

She tilted her head to the side. “So you say. But I know you had something to tell her. I want you to tell her now. You’ll regret it, otherwise. You can’t watch out for people behind the scenes forever. Sooner or later, someone’s going to figure out that you’re not as bad as you make yourself seem.”

“Yes I am,” he replied, his tone so low that it almost constituted a growl. This was not a conversation he enjoyed, nor the first time he’d had it with her. In the end, though, there was only one way to make her give it up. “Fine. I’ll go try it, but I guarantee you she won’t even open the damn door, and I won’t blame her for it. People and I don’t mix.”

“Must be why you spend so much time talking to your cat,” She replied glibly, and his jaw tightened. Honestly; she really was insufferable sometimes. Whatever. He’d just get this over with, Fujiwara would ignore him as she rightly should, and he could go back to the entire point of his stay here without having to deal with shit from his familiar anymore. At least she hadn’t told Sachiko; his cousin would be fucking unbearable if she thought there was even a snowball’s chance in hell that he’s made a friend. Ridiculous.

He and his familiar entered the school building, both of them raising the angle of their heads to sniff the air in a curiously-matched motion. Catching the scent he was looking for, Sora followed it to, where else, the music room. Shooting the large panther another glare, he approached the door, laying one palm flat against it and leaning forward until his forehead made contact with the wood as well. Standing like that, he waited for the song to end—properly this time—then tapped the door twice with his knuckles. He made no move to enter however. Midori had never said he had to say any of this sentimental bullshit to her face.

But it’s not bullshit, is it? Midori thought at him, traces of amusement tingeing the mental communication. Every word of it will be true, and that’s what you can give that few others do. His scowl deepened, but there wasn’t a point in retorting to that at present. Taking a deep breath, he spoke through the door, not particularly loudly, but firmly. “Not gonna pretend to care here, Fujiwara,” he said, echoing her words from earlier, “But I do get it. Do I ever fucking get it..” he shook his head.

“To you, I’m just that dumbass that you get angry at every once in a while, but it’s kind of bullshit to just assume that people aren’t going to get your problems, you know.” He pressed his forehead harder into the wood panel of the door. “You’re you,” he said, and this was much quieter. He supposed it might have been tough to hear through the door, but he was gonna do this his own way or not at all, dammit, and Midori could shove it if she didn’t like it.

“And that’s enough of a thing to be. The rest of it’s just stupid shit that people are gonna pretend is important for your whole life. You don’t have to let them, though.” Another pause, and he pushed himself away from the door. This was a stupid idea. He sounded like a damn idiot, saying the things he wished someone had told him all those years ago. True things, but he’d been fed a diet of lies instead. Shaking his head, he shoved his hands into his pockets and started away from the door.

He’d known he was right—nobody had any use for him as anything but a weapon. It was all he was good at, after all, and he’d accepted that. He couldn’t do this people stuff; better to leave it to someone else and get on with his business.

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"Someone once told me to trust those who seek the truth and not those who claim to know it."




Warm liquid spilled on Asuka's fingers as she continued to pull the bow across the violin. Was she crying? Why was she crying? When the song came to an end, she wiped the tears away with the back of her hand when a rap at the door caused her to turn her head. She could smell the familiar scent of Tsukino, as she had addressed him not more than a few minutes ago. She was about to tell him to leave her alone as she stood from her spot, however; the words that spilled from his mouth caused Asuka to pause in her steps.

She leaned against the door as he continued to speak to her. The noise had disturbed Snow from his slumber as he peered into the music room, his azure eyes watching his master as she leaned against the door further. Would it hurt to at least try? he thought as Asuka opened the door.

She spotted the Rosenkruez pure-blood, but ignored him as she walked out of the music room, marching straight up to Tsukino and grabbed his hand. With the way she drew her other hand, one would have thought that she was about to slap the pure-blood, however; she did something a bit more...unlike herself. She embraced him, burying her head deep into his shirt and allowed herself to hold him that way. She didn't care at the moment that the pure-blood might have resented her for it, but she wanted to thank him.

"Thank you Sora," she spoke as she released him. She held on to the words he spoke, as they held a certain truth for her. She was Asuka. There was no underlying meaning to that. It felt strange to her though, thanking the one person whom she argued constantly with, however; his words about him being just an idiot she vented at stung her slightly. She didn't hate the pure-blood, just disliked the way he handled things. If it was any consolation, she herself would be an idiot as well as the both of them shared similar outlooks on their opinions on things. She glanced back towards the silver-haired pure-blood and bowed slighty.

"Excuse me, but I must correct a mistake," she spoke, particularly to no one, however; she was facing Zenith when she spoke those words. With that said and done, she began to make a slow walk towards her dorm room. Snow watched as the events unfolded and allowed a ghost of a smile to appear, or some sort of a semblance of a smile before he returned to his slumber.

You will see eventually Asuka, how much you need those around you, were the only thoughts that plagued Snow's mind as Asuka walked down the hallways of the Academy. She didn't know what she would say to Haruka, what could she say? Hey, I'm sorry I bit you please forgive me? It was too simple and if she showed her self to Haruka now, all she would be doing is ensuring the girls' insanity.

Asuka sighed in a stressful manner as she ran a hand through her auburn tresses. She soon found herself standing at her shared dorm room. She took a hesitant step towards the door, almost as if it would burn her if she were to touch it. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open, and was greeted with the light breathing of a sleeping form. Asuka took a hesitant step forward, gently calling out Haruka's name before she spotted the red haired girl asleep comfortably in her own bed. She sighed as she took a seat in the chair lodged by the window. Slowly, she felt her eyes grow heavier and soon, she herself had fallen asleep in the room she shared.

Whether Haruka would forgive her or not, only time would tell.

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“People are complicated. Revenge is so much simpler.”



Sora halted in his tread away from the door at the sound of his roommate’s voice. Great, he’d had an audience for his incredible stupidity. Just what he needed. And what was the guy doing here anyway? Shouldn’t he be trying to avoid large hordes of admirers or something? Almost as if to check that there were none, the dark man’s eyes focused over the light one’s shoulders for a minute. Nope. No slavering herds of fangirls. That was just plain unusual. He couldn’t imagine that his overly-polite roommate had actually properly told them off for once, so maybe he was just getting better at hiding or something.

Sora’s reply, such as it was, was automatic. “Rosenkreuz.” He inclined his head slightly, but it was not a gesture of deference, just acknowledgement. If there was one thing to be said in favor of his incredibly-blunt mannerisms, it was that at least he always treated people like people. He may not have it in him to defer to anyone, but he wasn’t such an ass that he’d completely ignore somebody who seemed to lack ill intentions.

Still, it wasn’t like he had anything else to say, and there was no way the guy was here for him, so he continued on his way, Midori at his side stopping to offer the other vampire a more complete, if equally irreverent “Good evening, Mr. Rosenkreuz.” With her, though, it was the slightly sly tone that always accomplished this, rather than the brevity of her phrases.

He thought he was going to escape this bizarre incident unscathed, but his shoulders stiffened when he heard the door open behind him. It was followed by the sound of Fujiwara’s marching feet, and he turned around again with resignation. It was more than a little irritating that whatever tongue-lashing she was going to give him now was going to have onlookers, but then they fought in relatively public locations fairly often, so it probably wouldn’t seem that far removed from the ordinary. She’d grabbed his hand, forcing the neutral set of his mouth back into a deep scowl—people did not touch him, ever—and drew back her free one. Oh, so it was going to be the violence thing? He could probably deal with—

What? was the only thought that properly registered for a few seconds after that. The rest was just sensation: arms, thin but strong, wrapped around his torso, a face pressed into his uniform shirt, the unfamiliar contours of another’s form. What the fuck was going on? Midori’s cat-laughter was the only audible sound, and he shot her a venomous glare, holding his hands awkwardly at his sides because he wasn’t sure what to do with them.

You’re supposed to hug back, the cat informed him smugly, which he supposed meant that he ought to put his arms around her, too, but what of his face? He couldn’t really do exactly the same thing she was doing, nor did he have a particular desire to. Sora had not been hugged before in his life; it wasn’t something that was done in his family, nor had anyone else ever shown the faintest inkling of wanting to. In the end, he just placed a hand on Fujiwara’s shoulder with some hesitation and waited it out, weathering his considerable awkwardness as well as he could. His first thought had been that she was trying to crush the wind out of him, which was an awfully difficult way to try killing someone, but he’d thought she at least had points for guts.

The way Midori spoke of this, though, it was not an act of violence at all, which puzzled him. Still, he allowed it for the sake of what he’d promised, since that was the only way he could really think of it. Eventually, she drew away on her own, and he made no effort to hide the perplexed look on his face, one that only deepened when she thanked him again. This was officially the weirdest day he’d ever had.

Then she mentioned fixing a mistake, and he supposed maybe something he’d said had made sense after all. He stayed in place until she’d disappeared around the corner, then shot a glance at Rosenkreuz.

“…I don’t understand people.”

And that was really all he could say about it.

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|“I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.”|

The trickles of gratitude and gestures of warmth, these were silently witnessed by Zenith who stood there much like mannequin or statue would. There was no change in his demeanor as he watch the events unfold. It would seem there was no need to forget. The thought alone was comforting to him. Hopefully, the human girl would do the same as well. "Excuse me, but I must correct a mistake." Seeing the determined expression of the prefect, it was a source of relief. Even if there were still questions plaguing him about who Fujiwara is truly, he would simply let it pass for now. After all, the fact about one's self is not easily reconciled or known. It is the same for him. He has yet to really know who he is. All he knows were the decorum others had made for him. Somehow, it seems tragic and it saddens just a little bit.

“…I don’t understand people.” Meeting Tsukino's eyes, Zenith understood what the pure blood meant. Despite being surrounded by people, he never truly understood their intentions in doing so. He never saw depth in their actions towards him and he came to a point not to be bothered by them in a sense. Nevertheless, there was still a wall. A barrier that can never be broken down. In a sense, people are truly complicated. It goes to him and even perhaps, Tsukino. Directing his eyes to the direction where Fujiwara disappeared into, he then spoke. "You are not the only one." After a few moments of silence, he looked at Tsukino once more. He remembered that he had something to say to his roommate. "Thank you. O told me about how you stop people from interrupting my sleep earlier." Once that was said, he gave a formal bow of gratitude.

When that was done, he returned to his former position. Zenith still wondered about Fujiwara as he recalled the memories he had seen from the human girl. A person in between, it is truly a frightening place to be. However, he has confidence that those two girls will be able to pull through. They are stronger than anyone else thought they could be. The assurance of that thought dispelled any further concerns. He then politely excused himself. It seemed there was no need for his presence here in the first place.

"I would take my leave now, Mr. Tsukino." Walking passed the other pure blood, a faint smell of blood could be noticed which was highly unusual mixed in with his usual aromatic rose scent. It was probably from the human girl he had carried earlier. He must unknowingly got a smudge on his uniform along the way.

Stopping midway, he wondered if it would be fine to ask. Looking over his shoulders to Tsukino. He pondered asking about the situation of Fujiwara. Perhaps, it was better not to. A matter such as that should be divulged by the prefect herself at her own time and volition. There was also the matter of an odd presence within the Academy. However, he ultimately did not want to bother Tsukino with such matters. His face remained placid without much a hint of his inner emotions. One would wonder how he was able to perfect such a facade.

"You know you should never show your emotions."

"Why?"

"Because it is a weakness only I'm allowed to see. Plus, you're a king and kings don't need emotions."

In the end, Zenith simply left without another utter of any word. He will be proceeding to his classes now. After all, it is still the night and creatures such as them linger in the darkness. Even if they are called to the light, they shy away from it. May be, it would be possible someday to get out of the shadows but not right now.

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“Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.”






Haruka couldn't move, she was so scared, she didn't know what to do about the new memories and knowledge she had. The white haired man gently used his free hand, and wiped her tears away while he moved his other hand from her bite mark, Haruka couldn't bring herself to let got of his arm through, she felt like the grasp she held on his arm was the only thing that was real, however as she stared up at him, there was no emotion in his eyes. Haru wasn't sure how to feel about this...she wondered if perhaps, something had happened to him in the past to make him seem so empty, and it was a rather sad thought.

"Do you wish to forget?" His question was so unexpected that she could only stare at him, could he really make her forget? Did she want to forget? Those haunted golden eyes never once looked away from her, but she wasn't un-nerved with his look, it was nearly comforting. Haru wasn't sure how to answer the question, she was drawn to a tie..part of her really wanted to say yes, to forget all of the knew information that had been thrown at her so un-expectantly, but another part of her was...curious. She wanted to know about the world that had been hidden from her, she wanted to try and understand how...Vampires, were in fact, at her school She wanted to know..

Curiosity killed the cat...

Haru watched silently, still debating, and the boy in front of her reached into one of his pockets, and soon held out what appeared to be a crystal waterlily. it had been skillfully crafted out of wood, but whoever had made it, which was most likely Zenith, was skilled indeed. He took her hand and placed the delicate artwork onto her palm, shocking her ever so slightly. it fit perfectly into the palm of her hand, and it shined gently in the moon light...was he giving this to her? "Being scared is natural. But you should not let it cripple you." He had spoken while staring at his artwork, but now he looked back up at her, his eyes connecting with her own. "I want you to face it then grow strong." Haruka had opened her mouth to try and respond, to try and make up her mind, but she came up blank, so she just stared at he leaned closer and pressed his forehead against her own. "But if you do forget, do not ever regret." She felt soothed by his words as her inner self seemed to calm down, as a translucent light embraced the two of them, he spoke once more."When you wake up, I will be waiting for your decision whether to forget or face it." The translucent light them began to brighten until she was forced to shut her eyes, but before she feel toward and into his awaiting arms, Haru knew what her answer would be for him when she awoke.







Haruka woke early the next morning, she was in her bed, in her dorm, with a comforter and she felt like that was the best sleep she had ever gotten. Haru opened her mouth and let out a silent yawn, and she was about to get up and start her normal everyday routine, when she turned her head and saw Asuka sitting in a chair by her bed, asleep. Everything came crashing down onto her at one, everything that had happened last night, everything. She blinked and lifted her left hand that was still clutching the crafted waterlily. She layed there for a good ten minuets, staring at the wooden waterlily before she internally made up her mind, and silently slid out of her bed. She gently placed her comforter over Asuka and heading right out of the room.

She still wore the same clothes from the night before, black shorts, black tights, and a white long sleeved button up shirt that was now stained a dark red in some places. She had slipped on her shoes before leaving and heading...where? She didn't even know the boys name...where would she be able to find him? She knew her answer now, and she wanted to thank him, if she had answered last night she would have opted for running away from her memories and this new information, because of him she had time to rest and think things out. Haru wandered around for awhile, the wooden waterlily resting in one hand while her other hung limply by her side. She would find him soon. She had to properly thank him.

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"Sometimes, the truth can sting, it can hurt...and sometimes the truth can heal, it can mend. Shall we see what it does for you?"




The feeling of something warm covered Asuka as she slept. Her eyes twitched behind her eyelids, signaling she was dreaming. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and immediately regretted it. The windows had been open, allowing the sun to violate her eyes with a harsh glare, forcing her to shut them. A groan escaped her lips as she stretched, the blanket covering her body falling slighty. Wait...when did she get a blanket? Asuka opened her eyes and noticed the comforter that had once been on Haruka now covering her form. She noticed Haruka wasn't lying on her bed and immediately stood up. What happened now? She had only fallen asleep, nothing could have...

Calm down Asuka. She just left, Snow's voice reverberated through Asuka's thoughts as she took a deep breath. She sat back in the chair and rubbed her head. Last night, it was a blur. She remembered partial events, like hugging Tsukino and biting Haruka. What had possessed her to do such things? I don't know, but you need to be more careful. What if you had accidentally killed her? How would you explain that one hm? Asuka could almost hear the condescending voice of Snow as she glanced outside. There, in a bright halo, stood Snow. He was sitting on a branch that extended towards the window. His blue eyes catching her own emerald ones and holding the gaze.

I don't know Snow. I don't think I could have lived with myself if I had killed her, she replied as she laid her head in her hands, cradling her head in the process. She wouldn't be able to explain to the Headmaster exactly why there was a dead student on the premises and that she was the cause of it. She shook her head as she stood, the sound of Snow trying to get through the blockade she had put up. She didn't want to hear Snow's retort for she knew what he was going to say. It was always the same thing when it came to that.

It's because you know I am right, she could almost hear him say. She closed the blinds to the window, smirking at the owl as she did so. The Day Class students would be up and about in a few, which also meant that the Night Class would also be ending soon. The transition from one class to another always annoyed Asuka, even before the merge. As the only prefect, most of her duties involved pulling Day Class students away from the Night Class students, and it only worsened when the new system was placed. Day Class students were finally able to interact with their dark counter-parts and this only tempted the Night Class to try and taste the students.

I need help, were the only thoughts resonating through Asuka's mind as she began her daily routine. Get dressed, put on Prefect band, walk around campus, and repeat for the Night Class. It was a never ending cycle. Sometimes she wondered how she was able to sleep in between such things. Then again, Snow was a night owl and he kept watch most of the night. Speaking of which, Try to stay away from Tsukino will you Snow,. A laugh echoed through her mind, causing her to cringe a bit.

And why should I do that? I like him, he has a certain flare that I like, was Snow's response. Asuka frowned at his choice of words, but couldn't do anything against it. Once Snow had his sights on something, he would see it through to the end. Admit it, you know I am right, he continued. Asuka merely kept her thoughts to herself. She didn't want to agree with Snow. Something about Tsukino's speech last night had struck a cord with her. He had a different approach to her problem, and although she knew he meant well, his words were still there, lingering in the air. He had a semblance of what she might have been feeling, but his words were twisted backwards.

No one had tried to mold her into something she wasn't, but rather, they tried to conceal what she was. She was something entirely different that not even the vampires could explain. She remembered the lore that if a vampire and human were to have a child; that child would still be retained as a noble vampire. They were still considered a vampire, however; for Asuka, did that mean the same? It couldn't be because she wasn't a vampire, yet she wasn't a human either. She could live off of human food, and blood, however; the thirst always came. It didn't matter how much or how long Asuka fed, the hunger would always find it's way to the back of her throat, burning it as it tore apart her insides.

So engrossed with her thoughts, Asuka failed to see someone in front of her and managed to bump into them, forcing her backwards from the impact and scraping her elbow against a locker. She could feel the warmth of liquid trailing down her arm as she glanced at what she had caught herself on. Someone's locker was inadequate, and there lay a jagged edge with a red dot lingering in the corner.

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“Gratitude is for people who go out of their way. I never do anything I don’t want to, so nobody should thank me for any of it.”



“Hell man,” Sora replied plainly, raising both hands in a gesture of something between refusal and surrender, “None of that bowing shit, please. I just… did what seemed right at the time. You don’t need to thank me for being an impulsive bastard. Don’t even like ‘em, anyway,” he finished, more muttering the last sentence than properly stating it. The people who’d been creeping on Zenith were some of the same ones that glared at him with derision for daring to be the guy’s randomly selected roommate, for the love of fuck. Frankly, the opportunity to start something with them was welcome… or something like that.

Anyway, Rosenkreuz left after that, which was just fine by Sora, who was pretty sure he could use an opportunity to get away from all this complicated stuff and back to something simple… like killing things. That was the easiest thing in the world. Some people might find that unfortunate, but to him it was just normal. He was a Tsukino, and the family business was bringing death to the deathless. That still applied even if half the family was dead.

Reaching into his pocket, he extracted the piece of paper and read the name. Hm. He knew this one; interesting. He would not have picked the man on it to be involved in the killings of his family, but Sachiko was never wrong. Though they slew without mercy, his family was also absolutely scrupulous about researching their targets first. No death without a reason, and none without a cause. His reasons were the best ones he knew, and he was the only cause. None other guided his hand any longer, for this was the path he’d chosen for himself. He would not allow anyone else to define him any longer. Fate would not have him, to place in chains and yank around at her will. He forged his own chains, and bound himself only because nobody was truly free.



His target was some miles from Cross, but he was hardly concerned with missing class. If all went according to plan, he’d be back before the passing period. From his locked closet, he took the arms and armament he wanted—though he could just as easily fight with his body alone, he preferred to conduct electricity through metal objects, preferably bladed ones if at all possible. To this end, his preferred implement was a split-bladed knife of about a foot and a half in length, somewhere between a dagger and a sword, though he also concealed a number of throwing knives and some wires on his person. A proper assassin was never without at least five backup plans, and if ever there was a proper assassin, he was it.

Last was the pearly-white mask, unadorned save for the fuchsia marking slashing one eye.

There! It looks so much better that way, don’t you think?

He had not the heart to change the design. Better that the last thing those bastards saw before they died carried some trace of their forgotten collateral damage, anyway. Nobody was insignificant or unimportant. Nobody. He’d make damn sure they knew it before he ripped them apart.

Crossing to the opposite side of his room, Sora opened the window, releasing it even as his fingers began to take on a strange, feathery pattern. Most vampiric transformations were instantaneous, lost in a burst of light or something of that nature. Sora’s was strangely beautiful, or at least he’d been told so. Perhaps there was something to be said for it, the way the feathers appeared first as tattoo-black on his skin, erupting from the surface of it even as he shrank, the front of his mask distending into a hooked beak and turning the black of obsidian, or perhaps onyx. The wings burst from his back, and he stretched his arms to his side, that they might meld into these. Within a few seconds, he was a large, entirely night-colored falcon, and he hopped onto the windowsill, taking off and spreading his wings in silent flight out the window.

His destination took him a few minutes to reach, and he chose to land out-of-sight on a rooftop, straightening up as he lost the form of the bird, though not before plucking a single feather from his own wing. He had always enjoyed the sensation of flight, and had his life been different, might have employed such journeys for no other purpose than the exaltation of the wind beneath his wings. But his life was not different, and so instead he used it as an efficient form of transport to take him to his targets.

This one left the prescribed building right on schedule, and for several minutes, his future murderer did nothing more than follow him from above, hopping silently from roof to roof under the cover of darkness. His attention was unwavering, fixed on the deader (another word for victim—a dead man who does not yet know he is dead), but also spread to take in his surroundings. There was always the chance that someone would try to sneak up on him. They would fail, but they could try.

At long last, the target hit a backalley shortcut, and behind his expressionless mask, Sora rolled his eyes. You think they’d learn, but people never ceased to amaze him with their stupidity, not even those who were supposed to be ‘above’ others. Despite his boredom, he felt his adrenaline picking up as a matter of reflex—a kill was nigh, and his every visceral instinct was attuned to it. This was what he had been born and raised to do, and he had never known anything else. It should not come as a surprise to anyone who knew that to know that he found a certain kind of artistry in it. He was a creature of planning and precision, and he’d mapped the exact course of events for this night long before this moment.

Shifting in his crouch, Sora extended a hand to touch a nearby drainpipe, currently trickling a steady stream of water into a small puddle, which the deader even now approached. His timing needed to be perfect, but then, when perfection in such matters had always been demanded of you, you grew somewhat accustomed to it. Indeed, the pulse of electricity wasn’t even a second off, and the man collapsed with a muffled cry. The voltage hadn’t been lethal, though he could have made it so. No no, this required a considerably more… personal touch.

Launching himself into a flip off the roof, Sora landed with nothing more than a rush of air, straightening at once and approaching the deader from behind, drawing his blade as he did. His free arm wound around the man, a gloved hand closing over his nose and mouth even as he struggled to stand upright after the jolt he’d received. “Kristoff Kline,” he murmured, tone clear even through the mask. It might as well have been the voice of the void for all the emotion it displayed. “You have taken that which was not yours to destroy.” Slowly, Sora raised the knife to lay it across the man’s collarbone. The deader’s eyes went wide, and he started to struggle, but the Tsukino’s grip was as an iron vise, and there was no escaping it.

“I am what you sought to kill, and yet you failed. I hope you are satisfied, for I will never be. This is for Sakura and Yuusuke. I don’t expect you to remember them, but you will now.” He was never one for protracted talking, and he wasted no more words now, slicing into the exposed throat with brutal force, parting the vampire’s head from his shoulders. The body crumbled away to dust, creating a pile of ash near the bloody puddle, and the head was unceremoniously tossed on top. That would fade, too, eventually, but likely not before someone found it. The last touch was a simple one, a signature: the feather he’d extracted from his shifted self was dropped into the puddle, where it created only the faintest of ripples there, a last testament to a deed done from the greatest of pains and the oldest of motives.



He was back on campus before sunrise, as anticipated, the evidence of his deeds—the mask— stowed within his coat. He’d not acquired any new bloodstains, though doubtless he smelled faintly of it. It wasn’t like anyone cared enough (or was brave enough) to question him about it, and he was heading back to his room to shower anyhow. That said, he would not enter the same way he left, just in case Rosenkreuz so happened to be there. He hadn’t ever been thus far, but Sora wasn’t one to take chances.

On his way into the grounds, Sachiko had called him with an unexpected piece of news. She had a name. The entire time he’d been hunting their killers, he’d never known who’d pulled the strings behind it. But his cousin, his brilliant, loyal cousin, had at last struck upon something. The faintest whisper, and not even a thing that made real sense, but something that pricked a vague sense of memory, like a thorn in his mind. Perhaps his parents had mentioned it, but regardless it seemed important.

Contra Mundi.

But what did that mean? Against the world was the literal Latin, but that was hardly a clue. There was a new would-be tyrant born every fucking day, what made this one so special? So distracted was he that he didn’t even register that someone was on a collision course for him, so naturally, he failed to step out of the way. Not that this was a big deal to him—he was quite a solid person and quite skilled at keeping his feet besides. Less fortunate was the person that ran into him, and indeed doubly so, for he scented a trace of blood immediately thereafter. Furrowing his brows, he looked down, and couldn’t decide whether he should laugh at the grand joke the universe was playing on him or just curse his luck.

Her again? Someone, somewhere is having fun fucking with you, Tsukino.

Something about the fact that she was bleeding didn’t sit well with him. Particularly that he had caused it, which was absurd if he really thought about it. He’d just murdered a man without batting an eyelash, slit his damn throat, and here he was, perturbed that this girl had a minor injury that was mostly her fault anyway. What the fuck was wrong with him? Sure, she had nothing to do with the death of his family and was interesting on some level, but really?

Sighing, mostly at himself, he reached into a pocket and extracted a handkerchief. It wasn’t his, of course; in fact it belonged to Sachiko, but he carried it around because the troublesome girl insisted that they were useful and he should never be without a clean one. “Shit, Fujiwara, if you’re this clumsy, I’m surprised you’ve managed to survive so many years at this school,” he groused, reverting to their normal schema of banter and insults because he didn’t know how else to handle the situation. Unusually for him, though, he did grasp her wrist with surprising gentleness and pull the arm forward, applying the handkerchief to the elbow with his other hand. “Be more careful, unless you want the mosquitoes sniffing at you.”

He wouldn’t admit it to himself, but she did smell rather good, so it was a legitimate concern. Moving her other hand to take over holding the handkerchief to her wound, he stepped back a few feet and swallowed. He was certainly quite capable of controlling himself, however, and so he made no move to dab at the drop still upon the metal surface of the locker. Running a hand though his hair, he glanced up and down the hallway. Nothing yet, but… “Being who you are, that should heal pretty quick, but you should get out of here until it does, yeah? And don’t argue about your duties or whatever—I’ll take care of it.”

He wasn’t sure why he’d just volunteered to do that, but he’d go with it. Better prefect duties for one shift than an incident between the Night Class and a ‘human’ student, right? He’d never be able to do his work in peace if there were all sorts of highborn idiots snooping around the place, as there surely would be if such an incident occurred. “And I really hope you’re not thinking about thanking me,” he added quickly, “Cause if you do, deal’s off.” He wasn’t assuming anything, but he did want to make sure. He wasn’t sure he could stand any more thanking—he’d had enough of that for a month, at least.

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"Every time I make a corner, you're always there. Why is it always you?"




Shit, Fujiwara, if you’re this clumsy, I’m surprised you’ve managed to survive so many years at this school. Be more careful, unless you want the mosquitoes sniffing at you. Being who you are, that should heal pretty quick, but you should get out of here until it does, yeah? And don’t argue about your duties or whatever—I’ll take care of it.” were the words that registered into Asuka's mind as she glanced up at the person she ran into. She frowned at his words and attempted to place a hand on her hip when he grasped her arm gently, pulling out a handkerchief in the process. He placed it upon her arm as she stared in confusion at the boy.

"What is wrong with you Tsukino? You're actually attending to me. Since when did you become so soft? I don't remember this Tsukino," she retorted as she pulled her hand out of his grasp. Luckily, it was at the same time he released her hand, grabbed the other and placed it on the wound. She finally placed her hand on her hip, her gaze not faltering as she kept it glued to Sora. "And no, you will not be taking over my duties as a prefect. You don't... she paused in mid-sentence. Of course he would be qualified to perform her duties. He was a pure-blood after all. Her brows furrowed further together as she took a step back. She hadn't noticed the drop of blood lingering on the jagged edge of the locker and continued to speak.

"Go back to your dorm, you reak" she continued. It was half true as he had smelled of a faint tinge of blood, however; she wasn't going to question where it came from. It wasn't her business to know and the students all seemed accounted for. The blood did not belong to one of them. If it had, she would have had to have done something about it. "And for your information I am not clumsy. Same could be said to you Tsukino. If you had seen me coming, why didn't you move out of the way?" she retorted to his first statement.

He was right in that the small flesh wound would heal being who she was, and she could already feel the process beginning as she removed the handkerchief. She would have returned it to him, but it had her blood on it. She didn't know if the smell would bother him and she didn't want to take a chance with him. She stuffed the blood caked handkerchief into her back pocket and turned around, noticing a group of onlookers. What were they waiting for? A sonata? She glared at the group, causing some to back off and hide in their classrooms while others continued on their way to class.

"She won't be needing your services Kara," a voice came out from behind. Asuka turned to spot Hayate, his honey brown eyes glaring at Sora. He had seen the whole ordeal and he had stormed his way towards the two. He didn't like Asuka associating with them let alone when one actually touched her. His gaze did not falter under the gaze of the pure-blood, his eyes spilling malice. Asuka could see the emotions flickering through Hayate's eyes, fighting to keep control of his emotions. She pulled Hayate away from Sora, noticing the murderous intentions behind the honey-brown eyes of her brother.

"Hayate, look at me. Everything is fine, I want you to inform the Headmaster for me that I will be participating in the festival. I will be doing a performing arts with my violin," she tried to get his attention away from Sora as best as she could. She knew that once Hayate was in his mood he would most likely try to provoke the vampire into attacking him. The words did not provide the reaction she had hoped for when his attention was dropped towards her.

"I don't know why you associate yourself with such filth" he stated before walking off. She watched as he disappeared around a corner and sighed. She turned back to Sora, gave him a small, apologetic smile and walked off. She needed to continue her rounds anyways. She didn't have time to have a friendly banter with Sora.

When did it become friendly? The last time I remember, it was always a sincere bantering. Everything you two said to each other was not just to relieve stress now was it? she heard Snow who appeared in front of her. She sighed, extended her arm towards him, and allowed him to sit still on her arm. She rubbed his chest feathers before glancing behind her. You know, you could always tell him how you feel Snow continued. Asuka turned to Snow, a light pink dusting her cheeks as she did so.

I don't know what you are talking about. He's not exactly my type you know, She retorted, puffing out her cheeks as Snow laughed.

I hadn't meant it that way, but when you put it in perspective, he began as Asuka noticed the strange glint in his eyes. She tried to grab her familiar but he had already taken off to the sky. His laughter echoing through her mind.

"I hate you,"

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“I never meant to be there. I didn’t want to be, yet there I was anyway.”



“I ain’t soft,” he groused, “It’d just be really damn inconvenient if the school’s only prefect got eaten by a bloodsucker, okay? The old man would probably try making me do this shit again, and I don’t have the patience.” The headmaster had bothered him more than once about taking up such duties, actually, and it wasn’t something he was particularly eager to do, but… no, dammit, he wasn’t even considering it!

He scowled deeply at the comment about his smell. He could say the same, only it was her own blood she smelled of, and if some half-controlled dumbass got it in their head to have a taste of the free stuff, her secret would be all over the school in minutes. Didn’t she get that? Oh fuck it, he didn’t care.

Don’t you? Midori teased, and he barely avoided growling. Bitch wasn’t even here and she still managed to bother him like she was standing right next to him. He hated that about her, the nosy creature. She laughed in the back of his mind, which only served to make him grumpier. Strangely enough, it wasn’t a particularly violent kind of grumpy—he felt more like… sulking. Which was absolutely pathetic and not something he ever allowed himself to do. He certainly wasn’t going to start now.

So he shrugged and was fully intent on leaving (because weird shit tended to go down when he hung around this woman, and he didn’t need more weird in his life right now), when—joy of joys—they were joined by a human who could give him a run for his money in the anger department, apparently. Beyond that, he’d used Sora’s least-favorite moniker, which meant that even though he didn’t recognize the guy (the number of people around here who hated him was truly staggering, and he didn’t bother to keep track of them all), moron thought he knew something about him. They always did think so, didn’t they?

Maybe it was just because he wore his bad attitude out there for all to see, refusing to hide it like all the self-righteous, entitled dumbasses that hid everything behind manners and decorum.

Was this guy trying to pick a fight with him? If so, he was doing a pretty bad job of it. Sora met the snapping glare with a dead-eyed stare, the one that had earned him the nickname empty in the first place. His expression was completely devoid of anything, as though he weren’t even truly hearing the words. It was, unbeknownst to anyone here, an assassin’s face. He wore the actual mask from tradition, not necessity. “True enough,” he said in the end with a shrug. “Fujiwara can handle herself.” She could do what she wanted, be who she wanted, and he had no intentions of interfering with that at all. He wondered if this guy could say the same.

He was also more or less right when he called him filth, though for the wrong reason. In all likelihood, this guy either hated vampires or Tsukinos, and neither one of those things was the reason Sora was bad news for everyone he met. Still, he rarely bothered to correct such errors, and so when they both left, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat and did the same, retreating to his room for a while to shower and change, stowing all his equipment save his knife, and then he crawled out his window and jumped to the ground, covering the distance to the main school building and taking a running jump, landing quite far up and ascending the rest of the way.

He liked sleeping on the roof best, since you really had to work to get up there—namely, you had to climb or fly, and most of the fools around here cared for their dignity far too much to do either of those things. Actually, maybe he could tip Rosenkreuz off to the fact that nobody would bother him if he found his way up here… or maybe not. This was kind of his sanctuary, after all, and he didn’t want to risk the really crazy ones finding out about this and swarming around like rats or something.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he dialed a familiar number, waiting for the person on the other end to pick up before he spoke. “Sachiko, it’s done.”

“I heard,” she replied grimly, ”It’s already making news in some circles.” There was a pause, and for a moment he feared another of her speeches trying to convince him to stray from the path he’d chosen for himself. Instead, she abruptly switched topics. “She’s been asking for you, Sora-kun.”

He clenched his teeth. Practically the same as the speech, only worse. “You know I can’t see her, Sachiko. I made my choice. I can either—”

“—give her useless words or give her a world where justice is served, I know,” His cousin replied. “But do you really think she understands that? All she knows that that you’re gone and you never visit her. She thinks she’s done something wrong, Sora-kun. She thinks you stay away because you hate her, and you know she always liked you best. Can’t you just think about how she feels?”

His free hand curled into a fist, slowly uncurling again, clenching and relaxing, the rhythmic movement the only thing presently keeping him in check. The truth was, that hurt. As much as he disdained forming bonds with people, there were some he’d been unable to avoid, and he loved her, he did, with all his withered, blackened, unworthy heart. “Tell her…” he started, then shook his head violently. “No. Dammit, Sachiko, you know it’s better if she forgets about me. She will, if you stop reminding her. Just let her forget. Please.”

After a few more seconds, he hung up the phone, slipping it back into his pocket, and lay down on his back, folding his weapon-callused hands behind his head and staring up at the sky. Dammit. Kaede… I’m sorry. His thoughts were troubled for a time, but eventually, the events of the last day caught up with him, and he fell into uneasy slumber.

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“You can never know about about your own destiny: are the people you meet there to play a part in your destiny, or do you exist just to play a role in theirs?”





There was a strange moment of silence in the hallway as everything seemed to freeze and Zenith at her outstretched hand. The air was thick as everyone stared at the two of them, unease settling into the atmosphere around her as nearly menacing looks were set upon Haruka, no one needed to say it aloud, she knew what they were all thinking, she was good at that kind of thing when it came to other people, but with the white haired boy in front of her, she couldn't tell what he was thinking as his eyes returned to her face, void of all emotion right before he spoke once more. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Yamazaki. I am Zenith Kline Rosenkreuz." After speaking he reached out and took her hand so delicately, it was like he was scared she would break, she could tell that wasn't the case because even through he was being so gentle, yet there was a firmness in his touch that reminded her of someone who held great power. Compared to her hand, his looked like a Gods, it was smooth and perfect, it looked as if he had never worked a hard job in all of his life, and when her skin made connect with his how, a small spark shot through her, shaking Haru ever so slightly and making her blink in confusion.

He released her hand before speaking. "Have you decided?" She opened her mouth to speak, but Haruka was very aware of all of the eyes that were on them, she truly didn't want to say anything that could give away any secrets, but at the same time, if he could make her forget about a memory, who's to say Zenith couldn't make everyone one of the students in this hallway forget ever seeing him. That was right...his name was Zenith, she had been so distracted by the hand shake, that she hadn't had time to maul over his name. It was a good name, she could tell by the way he said it that it held some kind of power, that it wasn't just any plain old name, no it was important. The name Zenith did, after all mean, 'The Very Top.'

Haru was about to respond when, suddenly, he took of the jacket from his white uniform that looked so perfect and yet out of place when surrounded by all of the Day Class'es uniforms. People around them gasped, but she didn't understand why, so what if he had gotten hot, the guy had the right to take off his jacket without girls fainting, it was like he was going to really just strip in the middle of the hallway. What she hadn't been expect was when he had closed the distance between the two of them without warning. Zenith placed his jacket over her shoulders as the scent of roses filled her nose, it was intoxicating in a strange, beautiful way. "Take care of yourself, Ms. Yamazaki." He spoke in the same emotionless voice, but it didn't really bother her at all, she just nodded and stared at him with slightly large eyes as her cheeks flushed a bit, against her will, if it had been anyone else she would have freaked out, but this was the third time Zenith had done something rather unexpected.

He then stepped like he had the first time he had surprised her, giving her room once more. It was right about then that he noticed they had a crowd, which she couldn't understand why he hadn't noticed sooner. "Let us talk somewhere else." He said casting his eyes back towards her and then, he offered his hand for her to take. Haruka paused for a split second, staring at his hand, it would go against one of her personal rules, to willingly make contact with another, but lately she had been breaking all of her rules, what was stopping her now? She reached out and took his hand ignoring the eyes that glared at her own hand, the intent to kill clean through out the Day Class female students, but Haruka paid them no mind, she just allowed herself to be lead away.

Zenith lead them to a secluded area of the school gardens, it seemed a very peaceful place to go to when you wanted to clear you mind, and it was so beautiful. She allowed a small smile to play across her lips as she unknowingly pulled the white jacket closer to herself, blocking out the cool breeze as it blew by her. It was clear that he was waiting for her to answer his question, and she couldn't not answer...she had wanted to find him in the first place, so she could answer. Haruka turned away from him and reached out to gentle play with a near by flower as she spoke, her eyes on the ground. I don't want to...I don't to forget...I feel like...I don't know, I feel like memories are what make up a person, if everyone took the easy way out and chose to forget all of the bad times, they would never learn from the lessons life has provided for them, I want to live with all my memories, even if they end up causing me destruction in the worst ways possible, I want to be able to look back one day and be proud that I was able to over come my nightmares and bad memories, I wont let them destroy me.." Her voice had become slightly rushed as she tried to explain herself, and her cheeks flushed as she realized she had just ranted about something stupid.

"I don't care if their bad memories and if they hurt me each time I think of them..I don't want to forget.." Her voice was just a whisper now, and she kept her eyes on the ground, she really didn't want to forget, if she did, what would become of her? If she never met Zenith or never had the encounter with Asuka, would she even been thinking of such things? No..Haruka would probably get herself killed because of her lack of knowledge. Hell she might get herself killed either way, she did tend to have horrible luck.

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"Have you ever wanted to forget something? Like a bad dream or a memory?"




Asuka stared off into the distance, leaning against a tree. Her eyes kept glued to the school students as they walked to and from class. It was times like these that she honestly enjoyed because they were so peaceful. Snow sat on a branch above her, his eyes piercing into his masters before he looked away. There was something in the air, it was a forboding type of thickness and it felt like Snow was suffocating. He couldn't explain it, but he just let the thought pass. He didn't have time to think of things like that because a certain animal had been around again. He could smell the disgusting scent of it all around Asuka and it infuriated him. He had told her to stay away from the damn animal and she never listened to him. What good was he as her advisor if she didn't listen?

What do you plan on doing for this festival of yours? Snow found himself asking as he peered down at Asuka. She grinned up at him, causing him to ruffle his feathers as a means to respond as a headshake. You really do plan on doing that one don't you. You are both very brave and very stupid if I may say, Snow stated in a rather monotonous tone. Asuka merely laughed at him as she pushed herself off of the tree. Rubbing the pieces of stray leaves off of her uniform, she glanced back up at Snow.

"Yes I do. And I should probably get some practice in. I have to learn to not lose myself when I play" she stated out loud. Snow tilted his head in understanding as she began her walk back towards the school. She first she needed her violin and the radio that had been hidden up on the roof. She liked keeping it up there because not only was it a secret, but hardly any students ever bothered to go up. It was like some sort of field was around the door that kept them at bay. With an extra skip in her step, Asuka found herself in a rather, as odd as it was, happy mood. Once at the stair case, she made her way up and searched for her violin. She found it stuck in the same spot, behind the door, and opened it to retrieve her radio. Once both objects were in hand, she made her way back outside.

Where are you going? I thought this was your practice area? Snow questioned as she stood by a pair of gates. She smiled up at him, causing a rather concerned look to appear on his face, however; Asuka merely dismissed it. She placed her fingers up to her lips, almost as if she were telling him to shush, and it was a secret. Snow shook his head before flying after his master who made her way towards the forest. She had found a perfect spot to practice her song and it would give her the peace and quiet she needed to do so. Not only did she have the free time to do so, but she could actually get some work done with it. Snow had no complaints as she went deeper into the woods. They made it to a spot where the scenery almost had Snow wishing he was a free owl.

There was a large hole in the earth that was filled with crystalline water. Lily pads surrounded the small lake below as cherry blossoms fell from the nearby trees. In the middle, there was a single cherry blossom tree. It was an old being, very old from the looks of it, and it caused Snow to want to fly to it. There was a brightness radiating from the tree that seemed to soothe the worries of the owl and he allowed himself to be captivated by it. Asuka chuckled lightly at her familiar as she set the radio down along with the violin.

"Welcome to my new sanctuary Snow," she stated before picking up the violin. "This is our little secret so don't go telling anyone alright. Especially not him or him," she emphasized as Snow glanced at his master. He shrugged as best as he could before landing on a branch. Asuka sighed with a smile before pushing play on the radio. With the violin in hand, she began to pull at the strings. With the right notes, she began playing the song she had previously the other day. She allowed the music to take over her body as it began to move.

Playing truly makes you happy doesn't it. Snow thought as he watched her performance. Her eyes had turned a bright crimson again when he spoke to her, however; the falter in her smile caused him to have a hint of confusion. He missed the slight down trodden look upon her face before she smiled at him.

"It helps me forget," she replied as she stopped in the middle of her song. Snow hadn't meant to make her stop, however; this was a side he was not used to seeing in his master. "You are much too young to have known Snow," she stated, trying to reassure her familiar that it wasn't his fault. There were truth behind those words. But what was it exactly that she was trying to forget? This question ran through Snow's mind as Asuka sat beside one of the cherry blossom trees. She stared up at the leaves hovering down upon her, almost as if they were trying to embrace her with a pink glow. She reached up, grabbing one of the fallen petals and opened her hand. She stared at the petal as her eyes slowl glazed over.

That night. That one night she had witnessed the true extent of her abilities had haunted her. She hadn't meant to kill the man, but he was trying to take her. This was during her tenth birthday, right after her Uncle had told Hayate about her heritage. He had said so many things to her that she had ran away, losing her way through the thick forest of her Uncle's backyard. The man, he was a vampire, and he thought he could have had an easy meal, however; the shock, and the sudden will to protect herself caused the water around them to freeze. Small droplets of water had pierced through the man, but he wasn't the only casualty. She had unknowingly pierced a small boy. A boy whom she couldn't remember his face, or even what the color of his eyes and hair were. At least she thought she had killed him as she had ran away before it could be confirmed. She never told anyone about this, and she never would.

It had scared her so much that she vowed to never use her ability on someone. She would learn to control it and master it if she had to. Asuka sighed as she placed a hand over her eyes, allowing the fatigue to finally take hold of her as she fell asleep, unaware of the small diamond of water that was now frozen inches above her head.

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"New experiences create gateways to a better tomorrow. This is not true for you see, a new experience can be the most terrifying thing in existence."




Like all days, they flew by without warning. Before she knew it, Asuka found herself running around trying to keep everyone in check. All the shrieks of excitement had caused a few students to become a little...happy than they should have been. Not to mention she was trying to set up her own booth. She hadn't needed much room, just enough so that she wouldn't have to worry about space for her performance as Snow had called it. Juggling the responsibilities as Cross' only prefect and setting up her booth had caused her to nearly just drop everything and disappear.

Of course Snow had laughed at her and called her a quitter. She couldn't do that to her familiar after she had promised she was going to do it. With a loud, exaggerated sigh, she began to finish the small details of her booth. She was going to do something a bit different. Since they were required to make revenue from their booth's, she needed something that would draw an audience to her booth. So why not cook for them? She wasn't quite the best cook, but growing up with two hungry individuals often taught one what to make. She grinned to herself as she prepared pots and pans. She would only have a few hours to complete everything and perform her duties as a prefect, however; a voice resonated through the back of her mind.

"Enjoy yourself," he had told her. He also told her not to worry about her position for much as he had it covered. A call and some pull strings later and it was as he said. She sighed, tying the pink apron on as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. With a grin and a spoon, she placed a thoughtful finger on her chin, trying to decide what kind of food she should make for the performance. She glanced at her ingredients, rice, fish (specifically salmon and something she couldn't recognize), and some noodles. She didn't need the noodles, but the fish and rice she could make something small and simple. She could make sashimi and or sushi if she could find some other things she would need.

Once she found what she was looking for, it was only a matter of time before she finished her masterpiece and grinned at her creations. Once everything was in place, she began to prepare the meals. By the time she had finished, the hours of twilight highlighted the sky and the shriek of the school's bells signaled that the festival was about to begin. She quickly pulled off her apron and beckoned for one of the passing day students to her booth. Giving the girl temporary authority over her booth, she ran back to the dormitory and quickly dressed into something a bit more comfortable. She required it so that she could perform properly.

"You seem in good spirits. Who do I owe the pleasure for that?" she heard the amused voice of Snow. Asuka ignored her familiar, opting to throw something at him as he stood by her window. "Oh, so it's like that," he continued as Asuka disappeared behind the restroom door. When she re-appeared, she was dressed in black tights with a pair of matching shorts. She had on a red shirt and her hair had been pulled into a tight bun with a few strands kept out. Snow chuckled at her appearance as she frowned at her familiar.

"What? Is there something wrong with my appearance that you are laughing at me?"" she asked as he continued to laugh. "Of course not. I've just never seen you this excited about something," was his simple reply before leaving. She huffed after him before leaving her dorm room and making her way back towards her stall. Already she had a few people, mainly the students, surrounding her stall and she felt a blush creep up on her face.

Alright Asuka, you can do this, she told herself before taking a deep breath. After all, she had been practicing for the passed few days, more like last week, for this and there was no way she was going to back down from it now. That's my girl, she could hear Snow state before she laughed nervously. She can do this, it was like a mantra she kept repeating over in her head as she approached the booth. Taking a deep breath, she glanced to the side and watched as people began to pour in and attended the other booths around.

She walked towards the small stage she had prepared, grabbing her violin and radio in the process. Gently, she set down the radio on the floor and pushed play on it, grabbing the attention of the people who had already gathered around. She bowed slightly and pulled the violin up to her chin, scraping the bow across it before following the regime she had for the last few days: playing the song she had been practicing her dance to, allowing the music to control her body in the process. She kept her eyes closed through the entire dance, keeping them from turning the color she had tried to keep under control.

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Character Portrait: Asuka Fujiwara Character Portrait: Sora Tsukino
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“For some things, there are no second chances.”



In the space of about two weeks between what he was privately terming the ‘Fujiwara Incident’ and today, he’d killed three more people, all of them relatively prominent vampires, and all of them somehow loosely connected to someone calling themselves the Contra Mundi. But information on this person or persons was scarce, and even Sachiko, who was attempting to control her dreams to learn more of him, her, or them, wasn’t able to glean much yet, which meant that Sora’s life had gone into something of a holding pattern, though to call it a measure of complacency would be to mistake him for someone who was ever anything other than vigilant. His security measures had long crossed lines that other people would label with names like ‘paranoia’ and ‘fixation,’ but then other people weren’t being actively hunted.

He knew his extracurricular activities, so to speak, had put a rather large target on his back, but for the moment it was one that he only had to worry about when he chose to present himself as Null. Of yet, nobody had realized that the surviving Tsukino was a member of the main family, not a branch cousin like Sachiko, and naturally, Null left no witnesses. The link just wasn’t there to find if one assumed all of the “known” information was true. But that would only protect him for so long, and he was well-aware of this fact.

It was why he changed his routine every day, rarely slept in the same place twice, and certainly not twice consecutively. It was why he was always armed, even when he was simply in his room, and why he didn’t bother going to class most days. Why should he make it easier for anyone by being where they expected him to be? Of course, he did show up occasionally, mostly just to stay unpredictable, but unfortunately his truancy had at last come to the attention of the headmaster, who had in turn called the young pureblood into his office. It was the requisite self-indulgent speech about the value of an education, and wouldn’t he like to get to know his peers better, both Day and Night Class?

He’d actually laughed at that, a mirthless sound that he’d seen send a shiver down the old codger’s spine. Perhaps appropriate—it was an empty sound, as empty as the place in his chest where his heart should be, or the one in his brain that should hold his conscience, maybe. Oh, no… it was the lack of a soul, surely, that did it. Kara did suit him better than Sora, after all, he just didn’t like it when other people pretended to know why.

Regardless, the old dolt had been persistent, and though he was in no mood to acquiesce, he’d agreed to the less troublesome of the two ‘options’ presented to him, because he needed this position in the school to keep him close to his information and connected to the pulse of the vampire world, to use an ironic turn of phrase. He could manage without his enrollment here, it would just be harder, and his instinct told him he needed to be here, at least for a little while longer. So, instead of pretending like he gave a damn about this festival and participating like all his esteemed peers had been convinced to do, he was working a covert security detail. Apparently, the headmaster was concerned about the fact that the school had only one prefect for such a large event, and she was also a participant.

Hence his present location, up a tree on the grounds not ten feet from the nearest festival stall, watching everything and nothing all at once. Even as close as he was to them, none had yet noticed him, for he masked his scent and nobody ever looked up. He wasn’t even actively trying to hide—he just didn’t tend to draw attention unless he wanted it. It was the tarnish, maybe; he wasn’t near as shiny as some personalities, nor did he strive to it.

He watched those arrayed on the ground bustle about their business, the occasional peal of laughter ringing out into the evening, the events well and truly underway now. Out of consideration for the sun-sensitivity of some of his kind, there had been large umbrellas and colorful tents set up for much of the day, but as the sun fell beneath the horizon, they were being taken down, allowing every student full view of the sky, the deep reds and oranges now spangled with dusky purples and the first shades of nighttime blue. What were his damn parents thinking, naming him after something as beautiful as that? Fools.

One figure drew his attention simply by moving contrary to the slow eddy and flow of the foot traffic on the ground, and he recognized Fujiwara, carrying her violin. She appeared to be headed to a makeshift stage of some sort, and Sora shifted slightly, leaning forward and propping his elbows on his knees. A public showcase, was it? He’d have thought after three years at Cross and no performances that he’d ever heard of, she either didn’t want people listening or was afraid to play in public. Whichever it must have been, it was no longer the case now, apparently, and he watched with intent curiosity as she moved about to a new song this time.

It was very… expressive, this sort of thing. He’d been inclined to simply close his eyes and listen when the music had filtered from behind a closed door, but he realized now that the visual element was a component of the whole not to be ignored. As a man who’d been taught well to read body language, he had a certain professional interest in what of herself she was revealing here, and even when his chin fell to his hand, he did not lift his focus from the stage. He supposed it was, in some sense of the word, lovely, or perhaps beautiful, but he thought it impractical. Look at how vulnerable it made her to what was around her, after all—her eyes were even shut. It was little wonder she had not trusted an audience before. It seemed that to perform in this way was to give too much and take nothing at all, save perhaps attention.

Most impractical, indeed.

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Character Portrait: Asuka Fujiwara Character Portrait: Zenith Rosenkreuz Character Portrait: Sora Tsukino Character Portrait: Haruka Yamazaki
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“It’s too late to regret it now. Reality will just harshly move forward."





“I admire your strength." Haruka had been so caught up in her thoughts, she had nearly forgotten about Zenith standing there, most likely watching her. There was a pause before he continued speaking to her. “Remember what you told me this day, this will endure you for the nights to come." He turned his eyes from her and looked towards the trees, he seemed to be sad about something, which was strange, since he didn't even show it on his facade. Haru slightly feared what would come next, because she knew he would tell her what she most likely didn't want to hear, he would tell her about Vampires. Haruka wasn't sure if she wanted to know about Vampires, she wasn't sure if she wanted to be to involved with them, but she felt safer with Zenith around her, like she didn't have to be scared about any monsters trying to bring her harm. It was a horrible thought, but the only reason she could have felt safe like that, was because one of those very monsters seemed to be protective of humans, on a level.

"Vampires. Creatures who feed on the blood of humans. They do exist." She looked away from him and stared down at the ground. She was trying to process all of this, she needed to get a grip on things if she was going to understand any of what he was saying. "The Night Class are filled with them who have agreed on the treaty to co-exist with the humans." Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as a passing breeze swept her hair around her form, making some of it brush her face. Zenith was in the Night Class, so of course he was a Vampire... "A prefect ensures the protection of the Day Class from the Night Class." Haru wanted to laugh, how could a prefect protect the Day Class from Vampires, when she was a Vampire herself? She looked back up towards Zenith to see him already staring at her, his face void of emotions, like always. "So, this will be the last time you are to be alone with me or perhaps, it would be better as our last conversation."

Haruka's breath caught in her throat and she stared at him. She should have seen this coming, the department of their last conversation. How strange...She had just learned that their were, in fact Monsters that lurked in the dark, and now the very person who she had chosen to trust, to feel safe with, was going to leave. Like all the others.. She should have expected as much, no one ever stuck around very long. He broke the silence when she didn't respond. "Stay away from me, Ms. Yamazaki." She watched as she stepped back, away from her, as if she were the Vampire.

He called me Ms. Yamazaki...my mother and fathers last name..I...

"I am the most dangerous of all vampires." Zenith pointed towards himself. "I can and will only bring darkness." He then allowed his hand to drop back to his side and looked away once more towards the trees. He thought he brought darkness? Didn't he know she had already scummed to darkness so long ago? When she had chosen to give up hope on her parents returning for her, and ever being somewhere she could be loved, and cared for. That's why she had gone away to this school, to cut herself off from love and friendship. Haruka was used to darkness, she always would be. "With the knowledge of the night, stay in the light."

I really...

He looked at her once more, but she hadn't stayed as relaxed as she had been a few minuet's ago, her body had tensed as the same usual empty looked entered her eyes, making her look nearly dead, other than the fact that she had color in her cheeks. "You do not belong in my world." He spoke such simple words, that could be taken in any way possible, and she wasn't sure how to take them, she had heard the words in a different version once before. It didn't help the point that it was still painful to hear. Haruka slowly walked towards him, pulled his jacket from her shoulders, and handed it back to him. "I do not belong in anyone's world, it is a simple fact that I learned to deal with long ago." She stared at his chest from a moment longer, not wanting to have to look at his emotionless facade once more, she didn't want to have that face stuck in her head like all of the others. "I don't want to..."She paused and looked down at the ground, before slowly taking as step away from him. "Goodbye.." She mumbled softly before turning around and walking away. She stared down at the ground as she walked, through she felt a little more.. empty. That's right..She was completely alone now, because she had been seen with Zenith, the Day Class would hate her forever, the Night Class were really monsters, Askua could no longer be trusted and Zenith...

Haruka let out a small breath, she was tired of holding them in, so she let the tears fall.

I really hate that name.