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Haruka Yamazaki

"I can see it in your eyes..the pain you try to hide."

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a character in “Vampire Knight: The Devil's Dance”, originally authored by Emily3456, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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“I don’t believe in love at first sight but I do believe in seeing someone from across the room and knowing instantly that they’re going to matter to you. They’re going to play a major role in your life.”




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“I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.”




Nickname: Haru

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Role: Human

Hair Color: Natural Red

Eye Color: Light Blue

Skin Tone: Fair/Pale

Height: 5'6

Weight: 125lb


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“You cant fill someone with love when they have no intention of ever loving again.”





Physical Description:
Haruka has long, natural red hair and bangs that cover her forehead. She has large light blue eyes that contrast's with her pale skin nicely and full light pink lips, that most of them time are turned down in a frown. She tends to lose her train of thought easily and she tends to day dream and zone out all of time, and when she does she ends up pursing her lips and pulling together her eyebrows as she stares, unblinking at something for as long as she stay's trapped into her mind, captivated by her own thoughts. When she is in this state, most people don't go near her, and that's mostly because her eyes get a hard, steely look that could scare off any who are lacking courage. When she wear's her hair down, it goes past her waist line and lays perfectly straight. Most of the time she'll be seen in her normal clothes, often breaking the school dress code because she doesn't find the uniform fitting.

She has a very slender, yet curvy form, through she isn't one to show off, because of her bad past, she doesn't connect to other's very well, and most of the time it's because some people are too scared to approach her. Through her body is slim, she still has a bit of a athletic build, and she tends to work out at least three times a week, to keep up her build and not become frail and helpless. When she is angry, her eyes will seemingly darken until green or a darker blue, but when she is happy they'll be bright and have a kind of spark in them that most people would notice wasn't there before. Most of the time she just has an expression less look on her face, not willing to give anything away about how she feels or what she's thinking.

Romantic Interest: TBA

Skills and Abilities:
She is a really good runner, she loves to run and jog and swim, that's what she does when she is overly stressed and cant think straight. She is an avid reader, and could read a whole book in one day, then be able to write a brilliant essay on it and nearly get a equally brilliant scour on it. She loves to write, and that's another thing she does to clear her mind, she writes. A lot of the time she can be found in the library, reading more than one book at a time with a very peaceful look on her face. She is very tough, and can withstand quite a bit of pain.

She also likes to go for walks at night or in the rain, both seem to calm her down and she can just relax and feel comfortable and more open. She tends to skip out on class and ends up finding little hiding places to take a nap in. Haru also has a small garden out on the forest, hidden from view. She is the only one that knows about it and she safeguards it with her life. It's the place she escapes to quite often.


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“It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”





Dominant Traits:

STUBBORNNESS: She hates being told what to do and when to do, she likes you go her own way and not listen to people if their being unreasonably bossy.

BIG HEART: She tends to be too trusting and loving, she takes pity on others and she loves everyone, through she hides it, and her emotions can get the best of her sometimes.

HUMOR: She tends to crack jokes all of the time, even at the worst of times.

SHORT TEMPER: She has a very short temper, and when it gets off she tends to see red and do thing's she shouldn't do, which never really ends up helping the situation.

TARDINESS: Never bothering to set alarms of any kind, Haru often finds herself losing track of time and thus being late. Due to her stubbornness, she refuses to even simply wear a watch or set an alarm on it.


Likes:
✔ Reading
✔ Writing
✔ Sleeping in
✔ Music
✔ Rain
✔ Night time


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“You haven’t healed, I can tell from how cruel you are.”





Dislikes:
✘ Bright lights
✘ Loud people
✘ Boring classes
✘ Rude people
✘ The heat
✘ Crying

Other:

Personality:
Haru is very tough, and it's hard to earn her trust. Most of the time, if someone wants to gain her trust, she has to know she can be happy around them, that she can put her life in their hands and they wont end up killing her. Often she isn't at the front of the group but rather at the back watching and learning far more than you would think. She has always been able to read people and see things about them that others can't. She is quick witted and willing to speak the truth when no one else will, she has a knack for showing the harder side of life that people want to ignore. Most people take notice of when she butts into a conversation, since she more than likely has something important to say, but she'll only say something important if she thinks it's worth while.

Haruka is a firm believer in the idea that scars never go away, that time cannot heal everything. This goes is part of the mindset she has that people need to face there problems and that it is by doing this that they can grow as a person. Never being one to shy away when problems arise up her direct and no nonsense attitude in life makes it so that she very rarely has an issue that is not dealt with quickly. Haru is really smart, and she tends to speak her mind freely and if she offends someone by what she says she always points out that its only offending because they know it's true. She doesn't like to be pushed about or bossed so she stands up for herself and her friends because she believes that if your going to pick on someone, you should be per paired for what would happen next.

She is very imaginative, creative, and extremely crafty. She likes to think out of the box, no matter how ridiculous her ideas are. She hates being told how to do anything, when she should do it, or that she is wrong. She's very blunt, in your face, and can border on rude because she will not hold anything back. She often gets that sarcastic and witty look like she's about to mess with you, but if she doesn't know you and doesn't know if she can trust you, she wont.. She is extremely good at lying and fibbing and shes mostly and extremely, painfully, stubborn. However, if you should ever, ever get past that side of her, you'll see someone who wishes they could trust others, but try's to avert from doing so. When she helps someone, she helps them in a natural way, making it seem like she did it cause she had to. When angered, she'll simply glare or just walk away. She hates to be around crowded areas and prefers to be alone most of the time.. While she isn't the strongest fighter, she quick and speedy, often opting for flight rather than fight, since she isn't one for fighting she try's to avoid them until it proves useless and she has no other choice. She's distrustful, but all around nice on the surface to nearly everyone. Though she doesn't stand for any injustice, she understands that the world is often filled with injustice, and there isn't much she can do about it.


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“I was wrong when I thought a friend would be here for me when I needed them most. So very wrong.”





History:
WIP


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“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”






So begins...

Haruka Yamazaki's Story

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"If I'm just going to get hurt in the end, I don't want to form any bonds. Ever."





Haruka had woken long before the sun had raised, which she was sure she would regret later, but she didn't think about how tired she would be by night fall, instead she got dressed in her normal clothes, black leggings, back shorts, a long sleeved white button up shirt, and the schools red tie from the boy's uniform. It wasn't the full Academy's uniform, but she didn't really care at the moment. Most of the time she would go out for a walk before she got ready for classes, normally she didn't end up waking up until her second block class, and by then her room mate was gone, she had never expected to wake up so early and find her bed already empty, than again the job of a prefect must be hard. She got along with her room mate well enough, she wasn't sure if she could trust her yet, but Haru wasn't sure she could trust anyone to be honest.

Haruka slipped on her black boots that went to her ankles walked out of her dorm as the run rose high in the sky, she had leg her normal brown jacket in her room, laying on her bed. It would most likely be to hot anyway, and if it was cold, well she was used to cold things. Students all around her were walking and talking, the whole court yard was filled with students in black uniforms. The Day Class...I wonder why we have the black uniforms and the Night Class have the white uniforms..? They so fondly cling to nighttime and the dark. Shouldn't they have the black clothing?

Quite a few of the students at the academy were early risers, and Haru felt as through she had just walked into a part of the academy she had never seen before. She easily weaved through out the crowds of friends who were all heading to get some food, or to their favorite hang out groups, she didn't have a group of friends to hang out with through, so she went to the only place she knew she could get away from the noise, and find some peace to clear her mind. A place she didn't have to worry about not being able to trust others, or someone trying to harm her, just a place where she could relax and get some sleep, that's all she wanted. A peaceful sleep. She couldn't even sleep properly because she didn't know her room mate well enough.

She made her way outside of the main building and headed towards her large maple tree which was securely hidden from onlookers, that's what she loved about the tree. She could go there and sleep or draw or just read, and be safely hidden from the dangers of the world. However, it seemed she would gain to peace today. Haruka stopped mid step, there laying under her maple tree, was a young man with snow white hair that glowed in the sun light, making his skin look pale, not deathly pale, but a stunning, beautiful pale. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady and peaceful. Haru could hear music carried on the wind towards their ears, and oddly enough it made her want to curl up beside the man and fall asleep as well. He was an odd sight to behold through, and she found her self slowly walking towards him, her face over ridden with curiosity. They way he layed there, with his peaceful breaths and calm moving chest, it looked as through snow white and prince charming had switched places, and he was the one waiting for the kiss to be awaken. The very thought made her lips tingle ever so slightly as she took another step towards him.

She still felt so oddly drawn to the man, and she really did want nothing more than to curl up beside him, and fall into a peaceful slumber like his own. She blinked for a moment, now nearly one step away from his sleeping body, and that's when she noticed it, when she realized who he was. Zenith Kline Rosenkreuz, the boy that everyone had a crush on, the boy with the strange golden yellow eyes, and snow white hair to match his pale skin. A small gasp escaped her slightly parted lips as her eyes widened. Had she really been..thinking about him like that? Had she really just thought about kissing him? She blinked a few times, her eyes still wide as she stared down at him. She had never thought that way about anyone, she had always been closed off and different from all of those girls who crushed on boys and were crazy about the Night Class. She had never even been to the Day Classes girls gatherings at the end of the day to watch the Night class students go. She was different.

So what had just happened?

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|“Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.”|

"If you really adore me, love me, you would never hesitate to kill for me, don't you?"

Those words floated within him like a beckoning light for a ship lost in the sea of darkness. Thus as he reached for it, his consciousness resumed to enter the world of those awake. Eyes fluttered open like a shy flower blooming for its love, revealing those enticing golden yellow eyes. What welcomed his vision was the swaying maple leaves above him. They were following the light breeze passing through. It was not the person who spoke those words in his head. Disappointment filled him but it never showed onto his face or even eyes that still had the fresh glow of sleep. He stared at the leaves for some time as the gentle fluttering gave him a sense of comfort. Odd, but it was appreciated by him. It was then he finally noticed that he was not alone as he think he was. Turning his head ever so slowly to the side, he caught a face of some one. It was a a human girl who did not mind the school regulation known as the dress code. Well, he would not be the one to condone her. She is free to do as she pleased in that matter.

However, her presence was unexpected but that is how life should be. It should be filled with surprises to make it meaningful and exciting. In any case, he stared at the unknown human girl. Silence reigned between them. His eyes never wavered or revealed any intentions if he did have one. Without breaking eye contact, he gently rose into a sitting position. At that moment, a silver crystal revealed itself from the properly arranged collars of his uniform. It glistened as it caught some rays of the sun. Among the populace, it is known as Zenith's signature accessory that could only be seen by chance. It was rumored to be an important heirloom but he would never speak anything about it even when asked. In any case, the silence continued as he gain recognition that the music of the violin had faded into emptiness. Somehow, it made him feel sad for whatever reason it could be. He did not divulge on it any further. Still, it did not show on his face as it remained a pristine vision of complete placidity. One would wonder if anyone or anything could ever bother him enough to show a hint emotion even for once.

"Good morning." Zenith stated as his voice rolled like a sweet honey in the crisp of winter morning. It was like a wonderful lullaby. A greeting that was applicable in every meeting at such a time of the day. He then stood from the ground and gazed at his clothes to see if there were any stranglers of dirt and leaves on his uniform. Everything seemed to be proper on his form as he directed his eyes to human girl once more. Then, he closed the gap between them without much an announcement. It would appear that he was about to do something unexpected or even a bit devious judging of his heritage. Yet, his intentions were not of malicious ones. In his hand, he caught a fallen maple leaf on the girl's head. He then stepped back providing a reasonable distance between them as he released the leaf in his hold to the sudden passing breeze taking it to some place else. It also carried the sound of the school bells ringing.

"Classes have started." He spoke once more and it was like the entire world waited for him to speak. It was like the concept of time itself stopped to listen to him. "Have a nice day, Miss." Politely nodding his head to her, he then went on his way without any further of a glance or gesture. He could hear that the Main Building of the Academy was starting to be more lively than before. It was a good thing however, it was not probably the same with the vampires. He was certain that even if they did not outwardly showed their dislike they would express this in other means. That is what he fears and worries about. So for now, he would probably linger around the Academy for a little while longer before he retires once more to someplace no one knows.

In any case, he must find another place to linger about which would provide more privacy so to say. It seemed that the maple tree had become obsolete to him. He had a visitor and he was not that keen on having one when he is sleeping. Unknown to him, he had a prior throng of visitors before the human woman ever did. However, he was far into his slumber to notice them ogling him or being admired by them. He had also no idea that a certain pure-blood who incidentally was his roommate had dispersed the group from further bothering him. If he had known, he would have spoke words of gratitude to Sora even if the man did what he liked at the moment. Perhaps, a certain critter would inform him of this deed soon enough.

On one side without much regard by anyone, there were eyes looking at the Rosenkreuz King's form intently as he walked away in an elegant yet calm stride. The reason behind such a strong emotion type of gaze is left a mystery. Yet, there was a certain dark cloud enclosing the school. One might say, the calm before the storm. Hopefully, it would not be too difficult for the Guardian of Cross Academy. Or, it could be avoided entirely. For now, it was time for school and that never ended plainly since the merged of the Day Class and Night Class.

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"If I'm just going to get hurt in the end, I don't want to form any bonds. Ever."






Haruka nearly jumped out of her skin when they boys eyes opened and he turned his head towards her. Instantly she begun to blush and fidget as she struggled to say something. "Good morning." The boy said making a chill run down her back as she looked around uneasily. He then stood from the ground and did a quick inspection to make sure nothing had gotten on his uniform, which clearly stated his was a night class student. Normally she could talk to a night class student and not be bothered, but with this boy she could barely breath. "Um..I uh.." Her voice came out as a kind of hushed gasp as she tried to figure out what to say to him, the boy turned his golden eyes back in her direction, most likely because of her out burst, and did something she was not, at all expecting. He closed the gap between them without an announcement, right away she made a strange noise in her throat, and raised her hands to either push him away, or try and protect herself. Her breath caught in her throat as his hand raised above her head, and she wanted so badly to close her eyes and back away, but she couldn't move, of even blink. Her hands shook and her face flushed as she waited for what ever he was going to do and stared up at his face with large bright blue eyes.

However, as the smell of roses filled her nose and nothing happened, she realized that he wasn't going to do anything to her, because in his hand, he caught a fallen maple leaf that was going to fall on her head. Her knees shook violently as he stepped back and released the leaf in his hold to the sudden passing breeze taking it to some place else. It also carried the sound of the school bells. He hands grasped airlessly as if searching for something as she stared up at him.

"Classes have started." The boy spoke once more and it was like he broke the silence that had stretched across the world. "Have a nice day, Miss." he said before nodding his head to her, and he walked away without another word. Haru tried to take a step forward, but her knees gave out and she found herself laying on the ground, staring up at the sky. Slowly her breath came back to her, and her face returned to it's normal pale shade. After a few moments she rose from the ground and quickly climbed up the tree until she was on a high branch, completely cut off from the view of onlookers. "I loath those Night Class men." she mumbled opening her book.

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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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"Learning to trust again after you've been hurt, it is one of the worlds most difficult tasks."






After a short nap in her tree, Haruka had read for awhile longer until the day's light had nearly vanished from the sky's. At this time of night, she would wander off towards her secret garden, the only place she could be safe from the watchful eye. None had ever bothered her while she was in her garden, which was rather far out in the forest. Haruka couldn't help but wonder if that part of the forest was even to deep for the Prefects to venture, since she had never been caught. Haru safeguarded the garden diligently, always making sure it was safe during winter seasons and rain storms, and in return, the garden was a place she could escape to and not have to worry about all of the problems of the outside world, she didn't have to worry about trust anything or anyone, no she could just be alone with her mind. Most days she spent her whole night out in her garden, it was rather beautiful.

There were rose bushes all around the small area, forming a circle, along with some neatly cut bushes with purple and blue flowers, and then towards the center was bright green grass, with some flowers sprouting out of the ground here and there. In the very center of the garden, was a small pond that Haruka fondly lay by at night. She often didn't go back to her dorm until the sun started to rise, and when she did finally return to it, she would get in seconds before her room mate, who just so happened to be a Prefect. In all honesty, she didn't understand why they needed Prefects, or why they even gave Night Class and Day Class students diffident class times? She just couldn't understand why all of those rich Night Class Students, would want to take classes all night, and sleep all day, it made no sense to her. It was clear that they were all rich with the way they acted, and held themselves, and spoke, and dressed, because even through most of them wore their uniforms all the time, there was still a brilliant elegant, rich feel about them.

Haruka didn't trust most of the Night Class, it was the way she looked at her and the other Day Class Students, like they were all dirt under their feet, but at the same time we all would be a tasty meal, which was just down right strange..than again Haruka didn't trust most of the Day Class students either. They all acted to crazy about the Night Class, there was no telling how far they would go just to be able to say hi to the students, which she once again, didn't understand. All of the Day Class was so in love with the Night Class, everyone knew all of their names(minus Haruka of course)and some of them even knew their favorite colors, but the Night Class knew nothing about them all, not their names nor colors or even their favorite classes. No, they were all just pawns on a chess bored, if any of them had a moment of hesitation, the outcome could be fetal.

Then again no one knew who the main players on the bored was, and even if they did, there was most likely nothing they could do to stop fate. Haruka sighed as she ran a hand through her hair and walked into her garden. She walked in a slow circle, making sure all of her flowers were perfect and not damage nor dying in anyway possible. She smiled ever so slightly and reached out for a very beautiful rose, she curled her fingers around the stem, trying her best not to cut her fingers on the thorns, but there was the snap or a branch from behind her, and as she gasped and spun around, the thorn sliced right through her finger , making a single drop of blood fall onto a rose below it, the colors mixing.

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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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|“Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.”|

"Beautiful." It was the only word that registered within his head as pink petals showered down on the mysterious white-figured pure-blood. He was such an ephemeral vision as if a canvass created by nature's hand. There was nothing out of place and everything was in perfect symmetry. His eyes of topaz reflected the dazzling petals swaying gently by the wind. Such petals could be attributed to the lone cherry blossom tree standing so gracefully and strong. It was the only one that could be seen inside the academy. This tree was situated at a secluded area of the gardens. Moreover, it was not the season for such blooms. Perhaps, it was due to the presence of the oblivious leader of the Night Class where all plants are always so lively and displays themselves vibrantly.

Raising a hand, he managed to catch a petal. Looking at it, one would wonder if he found something interesting about it. However, his face did not express anything but the usual indifference. It was just like that as time passed by. He had already returned to his dormitory room. However, he had not seen his roommate. It was disappointing as he wanted to say his gratitude regarding what O had told him earlier. There was another opportunity so, there was no need to hurry. They would meet eventually. For now, he allowed time to move around him by visiting the lone cherry blossoms tree. He found such faint hue of pink falling among the fading sunset horizon to be a pleasant scenery. Even more so when it turned into the calming descent of the night, he wanted to stay here. This location is one of his favored spots to spend some moments alone. Still, he has other things to do.

As if on cue, the school bell rang indicating that end of classes for the humans and the beginning of a new one. Vampires who had rested much during the day now exited their respective rooms dressed in their assigned uniforms. It was time for them to play the role of a good and abiding student. Some of the humans and their roommates greeted them or swooned on the occasion. Others ignored and some amicably reacted. Either way, the dark charisma that seemed prevalent among the vampires continued to attract the humans into various forbidden things on several matters. One could say, this was the busiest time for the Prefect. Even with the former Night Class now within their reach, the humans could not help but still clamor around them or prowl the grounds if possible to seek their dream partners. Some of the vampires would ignore such willing preys and others would not be able to resist the temptation to bite into such tender skin filled with life. Hence, the dream can easily changed into that of a nightmare.

It was then a strong passing breeze brought the intoxicating scent of blood. This alerted the pure-blood who looked at a specific direction where such a dangerous lure came from. There was no doubt it would cause needless ruckus especially at such a time where all of the vampires are out to play so to speak. Finally releasing the petal he caught into the wind, he then left the area to follow the trail to investigate what had caused it. On the other hand, O was currently patrolling to aid in the effort of the prefect under the command of its creator. This fox-like creature was doing its rounds at the woods to ensure that there were no students whether day or night that had decided to have a forbidden rendezvous. Still, O did found something. Well, it was not a human or vampire though. The odd thing it emitted something similar to O. This caused a spark of wonder to the Rosenkreuz familiar. There on the nearby bushes an white owl from the looks of it. O approached the avian and took a wary sniff. "Hey, you okay?" This was asked as O nudged his snout to the unconscious owl to wake it up or to see any signs of being alive.

In Zenith's case, he had arrived at some sort of garden. By the looks of it, this was not under the school's jurisdiction. It was due to the work that could be seen through the plants. They were not on par with the ones raised by the school staff. Yet, it was not the reason for him coming to such a place. His eyes of gold yellow gazed at the other figure in this secret garden. He knew this person. This was the girl earlier. The one who he saw and made the maple tree excluded from his list of not-to-sleep-there. In any case, there was something different about her and it was probably due to the noticeable kiss on the human girl's neck. Blood was still coming out but not as many as before. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and approached the female. Her injury must be cleaned and covered as not to attract any one else.

There was no denying it. This girl was bitten but the question of who did it bothered him. The only other scent he could pick despite how fragile and faint it had become. This perfume as he called it at times belong to the only official prefect of Cross Academy, Asuka Fujiwara. The dilemma the prefect is human, isn't she? This question plagued Zenith who did not divulge anything through his expression. For now, he placed the handkerchief on the bite mark. "You must treat it." This was his only answer as he had yet to let go of the handkerchief on this stranger of a woman. There was no sense of emotions even from his voice. But, he has a presence that most people cannot resist.

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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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|“There is a reason why all things are as they are.”|

Fear. Disbelief. Terror. Shock. This was all being experienced by the human girl before him. She even grabbed hold onto his arms so, tightly, her nails piercing his skin. The pain was insignificant to him so, there was not much of concern. What troubles him the most was the girl staring at him with such helplessness and fright. The things that were revealed to her must have triggered old memories beyond redemption. With his free hand, he gently wiped her tears away while he removed his other hand from her bite mark. It had already stopped bleeding and would soon clot. In all of these, his eyes never once showed anything that could be recognized as a fragment of emotions. He was truly like a void that simply takes and never reveals. Perhaps, because he is empty, it cause a certain degree of comfort.

Once more through the silence, he cut with his voice so crisp, clean, yet hauntingly empty. "Do you wish to forget?" His question hanged around them like a shield that is impenetrable. Those golden eyes never once looking away from the human girl. Awaiting for her answer, he recalled a conversation regarding memories. It was then a voice much like akin to a feather played within his consciousness. "What would you do if its your memories that would cause your destruction? Would you still not erase it?" A certain person had asked that of him. The dialogue was supposedly innocent and thus, he had kept it in the depths of his mind. Who would know that those words now haunt him like a never-ending melody. Even if he tried hard not to listen, it will always make it a point to enter his being so easily. Now, it echoed so loudly as he looked at the human girl meeting those blue eyes filled of fear.

Remembering something, Zenith reached inside one of his pockets. Soon, he procured a wonderfully crafted waterlily. It was made of wood however, it appeared to be of crystal which speaks of how skillful he is. It was so dainty and delicate looking as he took her hand and placed the artwork on her palm. The size was just perfect for her hand as it caught some light from the moon above, making it shimmer so subtly. "Waterlily, the perfect beauty, It fits you. I'm a bit envious." The voice echoed once more into his head. It caused quite the gloom within him as there was nothing perfect about him. In his opinion, he was imperfect in every way. Even then, his face showed nothing but pristine emotionless. He looked at the wooden bloom on her hand and spoke. "Being scared is natural. But you should not let it cripple you." He then directed his eyes on her again. "I want you to face it then grow strong."

However if the girl truly wishes to forget, he would not impede that. "Would you still not erase it?" Those words echoed once more as he made to a point never to meddle with memories even how dreadful it could be. He leaned closer and pressed his forehead against hers. It gave a certain soothing sensation from that simple movement of his. "But if you do forget, do not ever regret." With that said, a translucent light embraced the two of them as he peered into her memories. His face did not contort to show how he felt about the images. But, it did cause quite an alarm. "When you wake up, I will be waiting for your decision whether to forget or face it." The translucent night that encircled them brighten and soon the human girl should feel slight drowsy and then fall asleep.

When the human girl did fall asleep, Zenith caught her falling form and cradled the girl close to his chest. He then proceeded to leave the area. It seemed he would be tardy for his classes this evening. He would have to apologize to his teacher about it later. For now, he went to the direction of the dormitories. It did not take long for him to find the girl's room as it perforated with her scent strongly. In addition, the faint trail of the prefect's scent was also present. The two are roommates what a dilemma for the confused and scared human girl. In any case, he laid the girl on the bed and made sure she was comfortable and covered her with a comforter. After doing so, he then bit into his index finger enough to break skin as the blood that flowed became a lone black butterfly. This would watch over the human girl in his stead for the night. As an added effect, the scent of sweetness filled the room ever so gently making a peaceful atmosphere.

The said butterfly landed at the pillow beside the human girl's head. He hoped that when the girl does wake up. She would face her fears instead of opting to run away. He did not want her to be like him. Speaking of which, he remembered that he answered those haunting words about memories. "I want to live with all my memories. Even if they are bad memories. Even if they are memories that only hurt me. If I keep them and keep trying without running away, then someday, I will be strong enough that those memories cannot defeat me. I believe that because I want to think there are no memories that should be forgotten." Yes, he did say that a long time ago. He remembered that person smiled and said, what was it again? This was odd, he could not recall. Well, in the end, it might be selfish. He did not want to erase the girl's memories.

Facing such things are better than running away into the fake pleasure of comfort. It would also be better for the prefect. He knew that better than anyone. Taking one last look at the human, he gave a polite nod and spoke. "Good night." With that, he left the room once more. There were a lot of things to think about along with the fact seeing the female prefect drinking blood. That peculiar smell was it related to that? Perhaps, it was. Did the foreboding feeling he and O felt be related to this? For now, he let those questions linger in his thoughts as he headed for his classes. It was better to be late than never as they say. However, he found himself before the other pure blood of the academe. It seemed he unconsciously led himself to the source of the human girl's distress and now he was face-to-face with his roommate. Furthermore, he heard a portion of Sora's dialogue.

“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.”

And the only proper thing that Zenith could think to say was, "Good evening, Mr. Tsukino."

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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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“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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|“We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.”|

The sound of the bells surrounded him. Slowly, those eyes of gold prisms opened to look at the glowing halo of the sun before him. It seemed that morning has come. The Rosenkreuz pureblood had yet again fallen asleep. He stood from his position and dusted portions of his uniform. While doing so, his mind recalled the events that transpired last night. There was the incident about the human girl, the prefect, and then this threatening sense surrounding the academy so lightly. Questions but the answers were teasingly paraded before him in the mist of doubts. This provided him not to prod or not to speculate ever so quickly. Nothing ever came out wonderfully from being unsure and being reckless to the point of foolishness.

Walking forward, he greeted the morning sun with his usual demeanor. Glancing to his side, he could see the bells had already stopped ringing. Yes, he was in the bell tower. His reason, it is somewhat completely ambiguous and unimportant. Simple to say, he had the inkling to be here. Returning his eyes in front of him, he could hear the chatter of the Day Class students and some of the Night Class as well. This made him recall the announcement that had been delivered to them earlier. It was about a joint-activity spearheaded and proposed by the Headmaster. Well, the man is well-known for his eccentric ways of dealing things and outrageous ideas. Generally, it does not bother Zenith at all.

"Everyone, the Anniversary of Cross Academy is coming up soon. So, the Headmaster had decided on a special event to commemorate this and also to raise camaraderie between the two classes. We will be having a School Festival wherein we are requested to present a particular booth of our choosing."

There was silence as the teacher paused to assess the reaction of the Night Class who had never lifted a finger in any kind of celebrations especially when it would be mingled with the humans. After all, the secret of who they are must be kept at all costs. Furthermore, menial chores are described to be above for their kind.

"This will be a joint activity and everyone will be participating in it. A festival committee would be formed and your booth proposals will be assessed by them. In addition, there would be a one-day open-house wherein outsiders will be permitted to enter the school grounds to enjoy the festival."

Pausing once more, the silence was now attached with apprehension and tension. This was a manner of suicide for Cross Academy. A public event where humans and vampires mingle freely. Moreover, the very fact a lot of people will be there would truly test the limits of the vampire students. What was the Headmaster thinking? Is he even thinking properly?

"You can invite your family to partake in this event. There would also be a competition among the classes who could earn the highest revenue. So, do your best and good luck. This will be held at the end of this month. Meaning you still have two weeks to plan and prepare your chosen booths. So, everyone will participate right?"

Once that statement was spoke, the night class instantly showed their distaste for the said event and complained how revolting this was. Some openly showed that they would not be participating. As for Zenith, he was truly wondering if this was just an innocent gesture from the Headmaster to strengthen the bonds of vampires and humans. Yet, this was like dangling bait for hungry predators. This was a risky move in every angle. Still, he was interested in this School Festival. So despite the loud voices of his fellow vampires, he spoke that silenced everyone without his intention to do so. "I will participate."

His words cut through the loud tension and without him doing much effort. He did not even spoke loudly or did anything special. All looked at him oddly and somehow felt shame for acting and even speaking terrible of the festival. Soon, the vampires calmly decided to participate. The teacher was once more thankful for the intervention or the unconscious mediation that Zenith did. After all, the problem was over. However, who would have guessed that this was merely the beginning of the end.

The class went on at its usual pace once the issue about the school festival had been settled. There were still some resentment about the idea of manually working alongside the humans. However, it could only be compared as mere complaints from a spoiled child. In the end, everyone accepted this new activity to broaden their understanding of humans and vice versa. Although, the humans were ignorant of the existence of another race known as vampires. This is still an improvement in his own opinion. Risky but it would be worth it.


Turning his back from the view, the pureblood decided to take his leave. The perfect replay of what happened last night reminded him about one thing. Will the only known prefect handle the security? It would only be logical to have help from the hunters of the Association which will be done by the Headmaster. So, Ms. Fujiwara would not be too much stressed from her duties. Thinking about it, he wondered if she was fine now. The last time he saw her was that long, but she seemed so determined. It made him slightly curious what it could be.

Descending from the stairs, he had yet to receive a report from O. However, he did not sense something terrible or fully lost connection with his familiar. Thus, he need not worry the creature might have been preoccupied with something. Soon, he was out of the bell tower's premises as he walked around the hallways. The empty ones were now filled with students as he maneuvered his way. Day Class Students swooned at his sight and other were torn between the choices to talk to him or to touch him. Of course, Zenith was oblivious to it.

The destination in his mind was nothing in particular. Like last time, he was allowing his instincts to lead him to wherever. Upon arriving, he would be able to deal with it. A familiar scent drifted to his nose. Approaching where the hallways intersect, he stopped at the middle which earned the curious observation of others. Most of the students were actually taking pictures of him and opted to linger before turning to their classes or even retreating to their rooms. In his opinion, he did not know what for. Looking to his right, he saw the human girl who had unconsciously stumbled to the secrets of the Academy. No, the secret of this world. As such, he only did what was proper at the moment. "Good morning." His eyes never leaving the form of who would be soon known to him as Haruka Yamazaki.

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“Time passes so fast at some points, and then horribly slow at others.”





Haruka had been wandering around for a long time, she didn't really know where to go at this point, since she didn't want to go back to her dorm quite yet, and she didn't when where to find the white haired man from last night, she was just kind of lost and alone in a place that she should call home. How sad.. She frowned and looked around the hallway where she had stopped, most of the students didn't even glance at her, they just pushed passed her and kept going, not caring who the no-face was that had stopped so suddenly, she was, after all, no one of importance, at least not at this school, well to be honest she wasn't important anywhere, if she were to go missing no one would really notice. That is truly sad... She sighed quietly before glancing around, which was, left or right?

Life was full of choices, wasn't it? To everyone else these choice's seemed so simple, so normal, but to her, it felt like she had the weight on the world on her shoulders, did it really matter through, did it matter if she went left or right? If she chose to turn one way instead of the other, would anything really change in her destiny? It all matters... She sighed once more, and turned left, not caring anymore where the hall took her, or who it took her to. Haru wouldn't mind to see a familiar face, it was a nice thought, to see someone smile at her full heartily, to hug her and call her a friend, was that to much to ask for? Yes.. She bit her lip as she walked, she really was invisible to everyone else around her, they didn't care about her, they didn't know her name or her back story, no one did, not in this place. She didn't want them to through, how could she trust others at this school with her secrets, when she was just learning about the Academy's secrets?

Haruka casually walked into the thinning crowd where the hallways intersected, through she stopped towards the middle and looked up in surprise at seeing while clothing in the sea of black uniforms. Most of the students stopped and stared as she stared at him, she wasn't sure what to say, since she couldn't say anything to outright and in the open in front of all of these Day Class students. "Good morning." He said, his eyes never leaving her face. She paused for a moment, before stepping forward until she stood in front of him, and held out her hand. "I never got to introduce myself properly, my name is Haruka Yamazaki." Haru ignored the strange looks the other female students shot at her, and she ignored the slightly angered looks as well, she just did as he did, and never looked away from his face.

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|“I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.”|

"I never got to introduce myself properly, my name is Haruka Yamazaki." Thinking about it, he had yet to know the identity of the human girl. This was the first time he heard her name. Haruka, it could be read many ways. Yet, his favorite meaning would be the fragrance of spring. How ironic, this lingering thought soon buried within his mind. Zenith looked at the outstretched hand. There was a long moment of stillness on his part. The people around them was also holding their breath. Waiting for his reaction, they do hope it would be clear rejection towards Haruka. It would remind the girl not to approach the oblivious idol of Cross Academy.

Those eyes of golden yellow returned to look at Haruka's face. Emotionless as it was, his voice once more rang. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Yamazaki. I am Zenith Kline Rosenkreuz." After stating that, he then reached for her hand. Holding her hand so delicately, yet there was a firmness in his touch. His hand was rather beautiful which was not a big surprise. His skin was smooth and untouched by any kinds of implication of hard labor. It was inevitable that some of the students were their spectators. All of them had eyes of envy for Haruka. It is because she had the opportunity to hold the most eligible bachelor that could ever exist in the world, well in the eyes of everyone.

Releasing her hand, he did not remove his eyes on her. He did not even pay attention the students around them. "Have you decided?" It was a question, however the way he had delivered without much of an emotion. The query became rather monotone. This was not his intention since for him, this was all normal. The answer that he had promised to wait for. If it was to forget, then he would erase it all even how they had met. If it was to remember, she was truly a strong human. In that regards, he would watch over her from the shadows. In which, he had been doing for the Prefect and to the other humans who would get close to the secrets of the Academy.

It was then his eyes trailed over her form. The marks of the events last night were still on her form. The faint scent of her blood still remained. Without warning, he took of the jacket from his white ensemble which was properly worn. Their spectators gasped at the sudden stripping. Well, it was only the jacket. Since, he still has his vest and inner shirt. Closing the distance between him and Haruka, he placed it over her shoulders to serve as her cover. His scent of roses lingered on it strongly. "Take care of yourself, Ms. Yamazaki." The blood that was drained from her could not be recovered that quickly. She did seem to appear paler although, compared last night. Color has now returned to her cheeks.

He then stepped back creating a respectable distance between them. It was then he noticed that their interaction had become a bit of show. This was supposed to be a private and personal matter. "Let us talk somewhere else." It was then he offered his hand for her to take. If she had taken his hand or not, Zenith lead them to a secluded area of the school gardens. There the calm morning breeze surrounded them while the pureblood looked at the wonderful palette of colors by the trees. They were like the sunset. It was somewhat nice to look at. In that way, he waited for Haruka to speak to or to tell her anything she desired to do so.

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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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|“We learn of great things by little experiences.”|

The moment Haruka had spoken, he looked at his side to look at her profile. She seemed taken by the blooming autumn flowers. Well, he could not blame her to be. Even him, he adored how the flora appears in such a season. A melancholy undertone meshed with the hope of reunion, this is his point of view of Fall. The human girl who appeared to him so frightened reclaimed a sense of peace. She spoke her reasons like an overflowing water. There was no need for him to intercede as she explained herself. Although, there was no need for her to do such a thing. If she simply answered his query, it was fine. Yet, it was good to hear her point of view about forgetting those memories one could deemed as horrible.

If it was possible for him to learn the gesture of a smile, he would have done so. She had chosen to remember and grow stronger by it. He had wished for her to decide against erasing her memories with the prefect. This is one of the main reasons, he had not taken away her terrifying experience that night. He had an inkling that her will be overwritten. At the very least, he wanted her to choose if it would be better to bury sad things in the darkness or to relive them in the light. Whatever she took upon, he would not say anything against. To him, the free will of a person is the most important. Although, it would seem such a sarcastic thing for him to state.

"I don't care if they're bad memories and if they hurt me each time I think of them..I don't want to forget.." She spoke it to a whisper. However, he still caught the entire sentence. It was not a hard thing to do for someone like him or for those who are the same as him in species. “I admire your strength." There was a short pause before he continued on. “Remember what you told me this day, this will endure you for the nights to come." He then removed his eyes from her form as he returned to looked at the sunset hues of the trees around them. It is true that he is glad for her choice to brave through her tragedies and sadness. Yet, there was regret.

It would have been better if she had never learned any of this. The world she lived for was the light and for beings born to it, they must not venture out of it. Him on the other hand, he is born from the abyss. The world he lives in is within the dark veil of the night. For that, he is a creature suited for the darkness. She is not like him and that was a great gift. However, she is now introduced into their bloody world. There was no place that she could be safe anymore. She can pretend to be ignorant of them, vampires. Still, it would not be enough to close her eyes to the reality of their nature. Moreover, she must stay away from him the most.

"Vampires. Creatures who feed on the blood of humans. They do exist." Catching a falling leaf, he looked at it with his usual expressionless facade. "The Night Class are filled with them who have agreed on the treaty to co-exist with the humans." He felt another passing breeze as he released the fallen leaf in his hand. The winds tussling his snow white hair, his eyes of golden yellow held no viable emotions as he watched the leaf taken away far from his reach. "A prefect ensures the protection of the Day Class from the Night Class." He finally looked at Haruka once more. His face was void with any inclination as to feelings as he spoke with such fluidity and a monotone voice. "So, this will be the last time you are to be alone with me or perhaps, it would be better as our last conversation."

Allowing a lingering silence for her to digest the meaning of his words, the impact or what opinion she might have. After some time, he spoke once more. "Stay away from me, Ms. Yamazaki." As if to imply the importance of these words, he stepped back from her. "I am the most dangerous of all vampires." He slowly raised a hand and pointed it at himself. "I can and will only bring darkness." Then, he lowered his hand and then looked at the trees again. He had been quite talkative in his understanding. If she knew, that person would probably take notice and tease him. Well, he would not mind and, this might the last time he would be able to talk to the human girl.

"With the knowledge of the night, stay in the light." He directed his eyes on her again. They still remained unreadable and unreachable to those who would like to understand the pureblood. "You do not belong in my world."

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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.

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|“We seem to be drifting into unknown places and unknown ways.”|

The jacket was returned to him as he took it without removing those empty golden eyes of his on Haruka's form. Her gestures and minuscule change in demeanor alerted him that he had probably caused discord for her. This will be her world now, prone to the relentless grasp of darkness. If she would be by his side, it would only continue to persist. Distance would be the best option for her. She must stay away because in the end, he did not want her to get involve in matters she should have been innocent of. The little things she knew would be enough to steer her away from his kind. This is what the pureblood wishes for. The human girl must not be tainted by their curse especially his. Nothing good will ever come out of it ever.

"Goodbye.." It was her soft-whispered word before she turned away from him to depart. Before that, she seemed about to say something else but went against it. Well, it was not in his manner to pry. So, he remained silent. Haruka slowly drifted away from him. He did not move and he did not utter a word as he watched her leave from his sight. It was then he took scent of something salty in the air. Could it possibly be? Tears? It could not be. This was for the good of things. So, he remained on his spot, unyielding, and still with that indifferent expression of his. "She seems so sad."

The familiar voice made him looked to his right shoulder where O was now perched. "I think she likes you, Master. Can't she be your friend?" He looked at O with a long silence accompanying it. A quite amount of time passed by before he did answer. "No. If she likes me, the more she must stay away." O looked at the pureblood with sadness and tad bit of confusion. The fox familiar truly wanted its creator to open up and enjoy the life here at Cross Academy like all the other students were doing. For once, O wanted Zenith to enjoy life as it is. to do what he wants just because he wanted to. Not for something, and not for someone.

"Why Master? I don't think she'll mind." The pureblood looked away from O's inquiring baby blue eyes before answering. "Death will be her only reward from me." This made the familiar recede from making the pureblood more social. The conversation about that matter ended at that note as Zenith took the opposite way from Haruka. This would be the best protection he could provide as she now knew the secrets of the night. Furthermore, he had decided to watch over the girl from the distance. It would be the logical thing to do. With that in mind, he left the area to go to some unknown location before the night arrives and his classes begin anew.

It was the last time Zenith saw Haruka on a personal matter. Weeks had gone by and to the pureblood, his life was the same routine as always. There was nothing out of sort from him. He disappeared like the wind and remained effortlessly a secret to everyone. Well, today would be the exemption. It is because the most-awaited and to others the most-dreaded school festival has finally come. There were a lo of booths of difference established on the large grounds of the Academy. The public has also arrived and join in with the festivity with such excitement and vigor. After all, it is not like they get the opportunity to enter Cross Academy and more importantly to finally see and meet, the ever popular Night Class.

Golden eyes roamed the grounds and saw the prefect also participating which was a good thing to note. She seemed happy about her booth and it was nice to say her in good spirits. Well, he could say the same thing about everyone. It seemed this event was not that bad of an idea after all. Although, he had yet to see the presence of the other pureblood present at the campus. However, he had a sense that his roommate was probably asked by the Headmaster to be an added security. There were a few occasions that the Headmaster asked him to persuade Tsukino to be a prefect. Unfortunately, Zenith refused to do such a thing. His reasons of refusal still a mystery. In a sense, the man should be around somewhere watching them all.

Somehow, he envies his roommate. At the same time, he was having doubts about participating in the festival on a personal level. There was nothing wrong generally about the event. The Night Class has decided to conduct a Cosplay Cafe with the theme of Japanese Mythical Creatures or commonly known as Youkai. It could range to Kappas, Tengus, Onis, and so on. The servers were mixed with males and females while others were stationed in the kitchen. Moreover, there is no menu as the food and drinks that would be served are suggested by the servers. It will be based upon their first impression of the customers.

Being a member of the Night Class, Zenith is also to cooperate with the planned booth. His position is a server which he has no personal problems about. To him, handing out orders from his own impression of a person is quite challenging and at the same time entertaining. But as a server, he is to wear a costume in reference to the theme. There was no problem as well in that matter. His assigned character was an inugami. Again, he has no qualms about it. He left all the designing to the others. Yet, he was not sure if it looks fine on him. The expression of the Night Class were much like the usual except they were staring at him for a longer duration.

Now the main problem of his cloudy regret, the rather over-crowded cafe and almost chaotic line of customers to have him as a server. He had no idea what would cause such a clamor for him. Oblivious as he is, he had no idea how regal and yet feminine he was looking at the moment. He now sports a knee-length silver-white hair which is a wig. Markings were also placed on him. He has a dark blue crescent moon on the center of his forehead, two magenta stripes on each side of his cheeks, matching magenta stripes on his wrists, and red markings on his eyelids. As an added effect, elvish ears and sharp fingernails that are better described as claws were also used. He wears a traditional white fancy kimono with some red hexagonal and flower markings. On top of his kimono, he also sports an armor that covers the entire mid-area of his body with a spiky protector that adorns the top of the armor plate and loops around his left shoulder. Wrapping around his right shoulder is a huge white piece of fur that resembles a boa.

His emotionless facade only made the female populace desire and fantasize a lot of things. After all, it only means he only shows emotions to the one who he cares and dotes on the most. Furthermore, one would know what he thinks of them due to the food they were served. It simply encourages them with their romantic connotations. However for the pureblood, he was simply doing what is asked of him. Although, he was quite thankful when the sound of violin permeated through the area. It brought a sense of calm unknowingly which the customers felt as well. As such, this was the beginning of the Cross Academy School Festival.

Unknown to all of them, a figure had entered the main gates of the school. A saccharine smile plastered on his lips. Looking at the multitude of people and the many booths offered to entertain all. "Now, what shall I do first?" He asked to no one in particular as this figure soon meshed with the crowd perfectly.

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"Always enjoy the things you do, because if you don't...how can you say you it's something you love?"




"Enjoying the view?" Snow asked as he glanced down from his perch on the tree. He had been watching Asuka perform and wanted to keep an eye on his master and enjoy her performance from a safe distance. After all, the presence of an Owl might raise questions and not only that, he was a cute owl so he might have diverted their attention from Asuka. He inwardly chuckled at that thought. He wouldn't have minded. Not at all. "I didn't peg you for one to take up a responsibility as a prefect. Tell me, did he set you up for that?" he stated more than questioned in an amused tone. He was quite curious today and he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by. Plus, he had an inkling that he needed to tell this person something. What it was, Snow had yet to figure out.

When the performance ended, Asuka opened her eyes, retaining the jade color they were, and bowed for her group. She had unknowingly grabbed more people from nearby to watch her. She could feel the heat rush to her face. She wasn't quite used to the attention, and to have shown something so intimate to her, it was rather embarrassing. She could hear Snow laughing at her as her face began to burn a deep red. She was about to leave the stage when a voice in the back echoed out an encore. She froze a bit. An Encore? But...that was the only song she had for the performance. If she repeated it, would that keep their interest long enough to continue pouring in for her food as well?

You did have that one other song you know. You do not have to perform with it, just play it, she heard Snow. She sighed and smiled, walking back to the center of the stage and took a deep breath. It was a good thing that the music she needed for this particular song was on the same CD as the first one. She shuffled through the music, trying to find the right one and smiled when she did. Placing the violin back underneath her chin, she began to play the song she had first played when she began learning. With the performance finished, she took a final bow to her audience and waved at them. She could hear the clapping still in her ears as the crowd began to disperse a bit.

"It seems you are doing as I told you. I am glad you are enjoying yourself Imouto-chan," Hayate spoke as he approached Asuka's booth. "It seems that things are going rather smoothly for the mean time. You should thank the headmaster for that. He has your position covered by another since he said you were participating. I see this is also the first time you've done anything other than your prefect duties," he stated with a warm smile. It was true, ever since she joined the academy, all she ever did was her duty as a prefect. Other than that, most of the time she spent was either studying for her classes so she didn't fall behind, or playing her violin. At least today she could play the part of a normal student.

"I didn't think I would have received so many people. It was nice, I actually enjoyed performing, but I don't think I will be doing this again," she replied as she laughed nervously. It was nerve wrecking performing in public. Sure she could be intimidating, a friend, anything else, but a live performer? It was something she hardly thought about and it was something that embarrassed her greatly. Perhaps she had stage fright? She could almost hear the laughter from everyone if they knew. Prefect Fujiwara, afraid of the stage. She chuckled to herself at the thought as Hayate stood from his spot.

"Regardless, at least you enjoyed yourself," he stated before walking away. Asuka watched him mingle in with the crowd before she smiled after him and playfully stuck her tongue out. He was such a worry wart, but she still loved him nonetheless. She pulled the pink apron back over her outfit and began to serve the food to the people who remained. When the crowd dispersed, she began putting things away. She wasn't going to perform any more and she had no reason to keep her booth up. As such, she was unaware of Yuki's presence as he sat in front of her stall, his tail twitching ever so slightly. Her mind was clouded with thoughts of the last few weeks events. She hadn't seen Haruka yet, and she wasn't sure if the girl still retained her memories or not. And if she did, could she forgive Asuka for what she had did?

She wouldn't blame the girl if she didn't. After all, Asuka hadn't slept in their shared bedroom, instead opting to share Hayate's until she could find the courage to apologize properly. If she had the ability of the others, the ability to erase memories, she would have did it the moment she let go of her neck. Since that night, her hunger hadn't been as annoying as it was the past few years. She glanced around and noticed a rather large line pertaining to a certain cafe stall. She almost laughed at the reason why, because lo and behold, there stood Zenith in a rather peculiar outfit. She had to admit, it created a rather strange allure to the pure-blood, but she merely shook her head from those thoughts. It was hard enough keeping her distance from the rose-scented blood and she didn't need other thoughts plaguing her mind.

That's because they belong on someone else, she frowned at Snow's words as he laughed at her. That wasn't true. Her thoughts didn't belong to anyone...well, perhaps her brother and Snow, but that was it. Who could they possibly belong to? She shrugged her shoulders as she put away the dishes as she tried to wash the ones that were still left behind. There was still enough food left for at least two people, and she set it aside. Maybe she'd give the other one to Hayate if he came back and they could have a late dinner. Unless a last customer came and ordered it, which she would have no qualms about giving it to someone. After all, she was there to bring in revenue for the school.

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“It's shocking the things we call love.”





Haruka was getting strange looks, of course she couldn't blame them, she never wore anything other than her normal clothes, in fact she hadn't even been see in her school uniform before, so for the students to see her dressed up in a dress, leggings and heels, was the last thing they had expected, but why not? This was a festival, she could look nice if she wanted, it's not like she had the chance to wear the dress very often anyway. The dress wasn't very fancy, but it was still nice, it went a little past her mid-thigh and hung low on her shoulders, leaving them nearly bear along with her now healed neck. She also wore white leggings and black heels with ribbons that hugged her ankles. All of these colors contrasted nicely with her bright red hair that lay perfect straight down her back and resembled flames, her hair seemed redder than usual.

Over the last few weeks, after her last conversation with Zenith, Haruka had closed herself off from the rest of the school, she no longer slept in her shared dorm with Asuka, because she couldn't bring herself to speak to the girl yet. So she slept in the library at night in one of the sections that no one ever payed any heed to. In the day she would go to classes, but not speak with anyone, after the Day Class hadn't seen her interact with Zenith for about a week, they stopped bothering her, and let Haru to herself. The strange new silence she was granted with was peaceful, but so lonely, she had no reason to speak with one through, so she didn't try. She did try to stay away from all of the Night Class as much as possible, just as Zenith told her to.

At the moment, through, she couldn't help being near people, in reality she should have just stayed away from the whole event, it would have saved her a lot of trouble, but she wanted to see how it would turn out. Haruka had never been to a festival before. As she walked through the crowds, she kept a distance from them all, each time someone moved closer to her, she would move further from them, it was like a strange little dance for her, but she got through the crowds and to each booth she wished to visit without having to come into contact with anyone. She let out a small breath while re-entering the crowds, she had been to a few interesting booths, some with painting, other with food, her mind was else where through, she was getting distracted and more careless and she weaved through she crowds, the Day Class staring at her as she passed. Her hair made her stand out greatly, with it's bright red strands, everyone else had chosen to weak darker or lighter colors, so in the crowd she was like a beacon, Haru didn't like being a beacon, she would rather blend in and now draw attention to herself, especially since all of the Day Class students were...

She shook her head to push away the thoughts as she stumbled over her own feet. In her moment of weakness, one of the Day Class boys pushed past her, making her stumble even more so and run right into someone chest. Haruka's face flushed and she mumbled a small apology and quickly sticking her foot out to trip the boy that had pushed past her. A small grin graced her face as the boy stumbled and nearly tripped, but he didn't fall, much to her displeasure. If she had known the boy she would have smacked him for acting so rudely while walking in a crowd of people, if he had hurt one of the Night Class students...her grin flattered and she quickly jumped back into the crowd. I hope everything goes over smoothly tonight.. Haru bit her lip and looked down at her feet as she started to move through the crowd once more.

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|“The pain of parting is also the pleasure of meeting for the first time.”|

There was nothing better than to simply watch the events unfold before one's eyes. More so, if the things happening are a personal favorite of the audience. Black eyes that were darker than the night watched the crowd and the amicable students of the prestigious Cross Academy. There was amusement within those eyes that flickered ever so slightly. This was all due to the observation of a rather sophisticated gentleman wearing an attire reminiscent of the Victorian Age. Hair properly combed to a tee with a pair of glass nuzzled perfectly at the bridge of his nose. The man screamed of eloquence and an image of a true gentleman at every angle. Well, it also helps that he is quite easy on the eyes. Actually, he was more than that for he was rather dashing in every sense.

Taking a sip from the wine glass which contained a vintage of Domaine de la Romanee. Well, it is something one could expect from the cafe of the Night Class. For that, he would give them due credit. There was also a great deal of entertainment before his eyes. One prime example was the array of servers donning costumes of ferocious youkais as they say. Well, his eyes were on a particular best-seller. The inugami who had the most stoic of expressions took his interest. Then, there was also a violinist not that far from his location. He could hear some skill in such playing but what intrigued him more was the female who held the violin. A truly interesting combination if he could say more but perhaps, he should not speak any further. In any case, a fleeting smile decorated his lips before he took a sip once more.

Then, an interesting conversation drifted to his ears. A man who was totally opposite of the inugami appeared donning an attire meant to disappear in the darkness. There was a spark of dislike flashed within the eyes of the spectator. However, it was only momentarily before he receded to his casual demeanor. Listening without much of an interference as the sparse conversation continued on.

“Something smell off to you?” Golden eyes gazed at Tsukino who prompted him with a question. Truth be told, Zenith had become aware of the rather ominous scent lingering so precariously at the edge of reason and doubt for quite some time. However, his participation to the cafe had prevented him to do so. As such, he had tasked O to investigate on his behalf where the source of this ambiguous feeling was. As he had deduced, the other pureblood had sensed such thing. He did not want to cause unnecessary worry to everyone with his personal suspicions. So, it was good that this was also noticed by Tsukino. He had someone to share this foreboding tension in the air.

"Yes." This was Zenith one-word response but not before looking at the one who offered a sarcastic response to someone being not asked directly. "Refrain speaking useless things to Mr. Tsukino." The statement was delivered in his usual monotone voice. His expression did not change even one bit. Those eyes of his remained impenetrable of his true feelings. However, it was enough to straighten the Night Class who bowed in understanding and continued with their work promptly. He then returned his attention to his roommate when something brushed on his form and when he looked what met him were...

Placing the empty wine glass on top of his table, the pristine gentleman paid his bills and then stood from his seat. It was time for him to move on or may be to make some new acquaintances. Walking passed the two contrasting boys who in his opinion were similar and also an irony to their perceived status, he incidentally brushed his shoulder against the inugami and the reason could be the gathering crowd. "Pardon me." Offering a small smile, his eyes of quiescent dark met those golden yellows much like the sun. He then casually glanced to the black avenger in his personal description. Well, he did interrupt a conversation as it may seemed. He also offered a small smile and then gave the two a simple nod. "Might I say, this is indeed a wonderful school festival." After stating that with such honest impression, he then left the two.

It was quick for him to disappear from sight as the crowd was quite large to begin with. In addition, it was not like he could easily be spotted for other families of the Night Class students were also present with their formal attires. He was not out of place at all. Actually, he fitted quite well. He walked along the provided pathway and looked at the other booths with a rather dejected look. Although, he had finally found another he wanted to visit after the Cafe. It was the stall of the violinist. He approached the maiden with such emerald eyes. It was such a lovely color and suited her, although, he wondered what other hues could complement her.

"Excuse me, Miss lovely green eyes. May I have two?" This was his greeting with such a small smile on his lips. There was nothing odd about him and somehow the way he expressed himself was completely normal for someone like him. She waited for the girl to answer his query and when she did. He happily paid for the two orders he had spoken about. There was only one matter, he paid more. When this was questioned, he simply shook his head. "I have been seating at the cafe for some time and heard your playing. It was abundantly refreshing." Taking his purchase, he gave a small bow. "When, we play music. We inadvertently reveal ourselves to others. I applaud you for such courage, Miss lovely green eyes." With that said, he turned his back from her and soon disappeared through the sea of people.

Looking at the contents of what he bought, he had a rather puzzled look. "Now, where is the person I could share this with?" He continued walking without much minding anything else. The only time he lifted his head was when he spotted something in the midst that lightened him up. His vision caught a certain female with flaming red hair. How quaint, it was. As such, he could not stop himself to smile ever so warmly at the sight. He then stopped before the girl who without doubt bumped into him judging by the rush of people from every direction. Actually, he was rather surprised that there was no stampede yet. It would be interesting to witness such if it ever does happen. Dissolving those thoughts, he focused his attention now to the girl before him.

As expected, the red-hair girl had lost her balance by such collision. He simply caught the girl with a delicate support by placing his hand on her back and his hand holding hers. It was as if they were dancing to a noiseless tune. Those eyes of abyss black twinkled with concern. "Please excuse me, Miss." Helping her to stand properly, he removed his hand from her back but did not released her hand. "I hope you are not hurt, I would not like to see such a beauty marred." His words were expressed eloquently and with a sincere gesture. Without reprieve, he raised the hand he held and pressed his lips on her knuckles ever so gently. "Let me introduce myself, Hughes Jackson at your service." It was then his eyes hidden so alluringly behind those clear glasses of his looked at her with interest and his lips had a smile so kind. "If it would not be too much, may I know your name?"

On the other hand, Zenith watched the gentleman who walked away from him with an expected apology and then a praise for the event. There was nothing odd about the man even the way he carried himself. So, there was nothing to be alerted off. Actually, the man was rather normal in every angle one looks at. Yet, he could not help but be bothered by those eyes. There was nothing unique about it as Tsukino had the same abyss black eyes. So, there was nothing logically sound of being bothered by it. Still, he could not remove the eerie tension that ever so little surrounded him for the moment. Looking at Tsukino, he informed the pureblood that he would be excusing himself. "I will excuse myself, Mr. Tsukino." With that said, he simply bowed to his current customer and soon mixed himself to the crowd.

The Rosenkreuz pureblood found it peculiar for him to have a hard time to detect the whereabouts of one person. This was highly impossible to do so. He wandered around the crowd. The people occasionally gathered around him which made his search rather difficult. There were also a lot amount of flashes going on about. Soon, he found the target of his search. There the man was kissing the hand of Haruka with a pleasant smile on his face. There was nothing wrong about it. However, he soon found himself holding the hand of the gentleman which held the girl's hand. His expression remained a void and his eyes did not reveal anything. However, the way he removed the man's hand on Haruka's hand and held it firmly to a point of a threat caused a sudden query. Soon enough, a crowd gathered around them to watch the next events about to unfold.

Somewhere else on the grounds, O was looking around for something completely off. However, it was hard to do so when everything about the school festival in its opinion was off. Still, it must be done with the best of the ability. So, the search continued on while avoiding the eyes of the humans who would not understand the meaning of O's existence. It was then someone appeared before O. The fox familiar immediately stayed still much like a stuffed toy. After all, it would not be good to be caught red-handed by a human. Yet, this scent was familiar. It was the scent that alerted his master. O took a chance by looking above him and what met its baby blue eyes were black eyes which soon changed into crimson ones. "This is a nice event. But, it still needs something." O's eyes widened as the full implication of what this person said reached the familiar. "Master..." This was all the familiar could say as the unexpected did happen.

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"Fate has a funny way of telling you, you need someone. But the question still remains, who do I need?"




Snow listened to every word the pure-blood stated. He wanted to laugh at first, but he restrained himself. It was interesting to see how this vampire saw life. He had the pleasure of speaking to the few Night Class students Asuka was on good terms with, and each one had their own opinion, but it always seemed the same. They were just decorated with pretty words really. He ruffled his feathers, as if he was trying to appear bigger at Sora's last comment. With it, he allowed himself to laugh.

"I'm an owl. How many domesticated owl's do you see around this school? Besides, Asuka doesn't need me at the moment and, correction, I was here first. You merely happened to pick the tree I was sitting in. Plus, we like you," he retorted nonchalantly, putting emphasis on the we in the process. Whatever Sora's response would have been, it was quickly drowned by an all to familiar scent. His eyes immediately went towards Asuka's stall, however; the busy-boddy prefect was just cleaning her stall. His eyes went back to Sora who had mentioned something had came. If he could have raised a questioning eyebrow, Snow would have. The most peculiar scent was drifting around, and he found it odd that Asuka hadn't picked up on it yet. Then, he saw him, that damn cat he hated so much. Snow would have taken off after it when another cat made it's prescence known. It was a small black cat, the complete opposite of Yuki, and it seemed to have chased the damn cat away.

"Oh? Are you hungry?" Asuka stated when she saw the black cat jump upon her stall table. She offered the cat a bright smile before turning to her plates. She frowned slightly. She was going to give one of the plates to her cousin, but she couldn't resist those eyes the cat gave her. And just like that, the smile returned to her face as she glanced at the dishes she had prepared. She wanted to save them for someone, and then she formed an idea. "You are very lucky you are cute you know. Otherwise I wouldn't be doing what I am about to do," she stated as she winked at the cat. She pulled away from the stall and quickly left to another. When she returned, she had another fish and grabbed one of her clean knives, wiping the water from it with a clean rag and began to cut it into smaller pieces for the cat. When she finished, she set the small pieces inside a soup bowl and placed it in front of the cat.

"You seem so familiar," she stated like a casual statement, allowing the cat to rub against her hand. She rubbed the cat's back before scratching behind it's ears. There was honesty in that statement as the cat before her seemed to release a very familiar fragrance that was Appealing. Asuka frowned at the sound of Snow's comment and glanced up, watching the white owl land on one of the podiums of her stall. Her attention was grabbed when a voice intterupted her thoughts. She turned towards the source and found a rather peculiar man standing at her stall. He had ordered her last two dishes, which she happily obliged.

She could feel a blush forming on her face when he complimented her eyes, or seemed to be anyway and she thanked the man as he left. He had overpaid for his dishes but refused her to give him his change when she objected. She frowned slightly as he disappeared into the crowd. A little too easily might I say, she glanced up at Snow as he addressed her current thought. She glanced down at the black cat at the stall and continued to pet it affectionately.

"Maybe I should be a cat person," she spoke to no one in particular, causing Snow to ruffle his feathers before flying off. He wanted to keep an eye on this stranger. Although nothing seemed particularly wrong with the man, there was something that drove Snow to be curious, however; he was stopped mid-flight at a rather peculiar scene. The white-haired pure-blood seemed to be removing the man's, who had just been at Asuka's stall, hand from Haruka's grasp. The way he had removed it caused Asuka to frown though since it had been rather harsh and almost seemed threatening. This did not bode well for Asuka who peered down at the black cat.

"I guess time to play prefect is in ordinance," she stated in a disappointed tone. "Do you want to come along little one?" she stated as she scooped the black cat up into her arms and nestled her so that they were both comfortable in the awkward position. She had hoped that the festival would have smoothed over and allowed her a sentimence of peace, but the odd thing was that Hayate had not been seen since earlier. Perhaps this was just part of the festival? No, there is something much more, Snow stated through his thoughts as Asuka glanced at the scene before her. She didn't want to interrupt, so for now, she merely kept her distance to see what exactly was going on.

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“They can’t call it paranoia if you’re right.”



Sora had absolutely nothing against monosyllabic answers. In fact, he may even have preferred them. It was enough to know that he wasn’t the only one that had sensed the gradual shifting in the air. A small thing, at first, one that he had been content to attribute to the influx of new people onto the school grounds. But then it had altered too sharply, and he could not longer pass it off as such, not to himself. He watched suspiciously as a man he did not know accidentally bumped into his roommate, then elegantly straightened himself and offered words.

There was nothing unusual about him whatsoever, but as every assassin worth his salt knew, those were precisely the best disguises. Still, he had nothing other than a vague suspicion, as yet unvoiced, and that was not enough to act on quite yet. So he behaved as though he weren’t even really paying attention at all, only nodding briskly when Rosenkreuz indicated his departure. The other man would do what he felt he needed to do, and Sora at least respected his intelligence enough to assume that whatever that thing was, it would be useful.

He himself split off in the opposite direction, following his nose. There was something… and he thought perhaps the fox creature from that particular incident was there as well, but it would take him some time to reach through the crowd.

Midori, who had been basking in the attention provided her by Asuka (though she refrained from berating her master for not lavishing her with the same—now was not the time), smiled inwardly to herself at the girl’s cleverness, that she could place some familiarity in the tiny black kitten in front of her, having never seen such before. It was said by people who cared to speak of such things that familiars and their masters often shared a certain something, an aura, if one would, but reading these was a tricky art, more often instinctual than intellectual.

When the man appeared, she recognized him from a quick mental image Sora had sent, unfiltered, over their link, and she sat herself down on the table, fixing him with unblinking cat-eyes. Not unusual behavior, for such a species, but the glimmer of intelligence was a little too bright in Midori’s eyes, perhaps.

She tracked the gentleman’s movement, largely for her master’s peace of mind, and it was not long before there was a small commotion involving him, and the estimable Mr. Rosenkreuz. Over a human girl, no less. How intriguing. It certainly prompted action on Asuka’s part, and Midori mewled softly when she was picked up, wasting no time in arranging herself so that she was draped easily over one of Asuka’s shoulders. She might not have the overabundant caution of her master, but she was still attentive to the situation, and ready to transform into her much larger, more imposing self at a moment’s notice. Any sign of trouble, and she certainly would, at that.

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|“If we do meet, do not worry, I will leave an imprint on you without doubt to remember me.”|

The one known as Hughes looked at Zenith who remained stoic through all of it. He gave a polite and knowing smile as those black orbs met the unreadable gold ones. "Oh, I apologize. I should have known that such beauty would already be taken." For the first time, the pureblood was rather at odds with himself. Why did he suddenly do such a thing? Then, he was not sure how this person concluded that him and Haruka would be intimate with each other. There was no way he would do such a thing. Without glancing at the girl in topic, he released the man's hand and was about to offer an apology when an explosion was heard from the not-so-distant location.

It rattled the ground without remorse as the guests and even some of the students panicked at such. This caused a stampede that was like an impregnable wall as people ran to different directions for safety. But, the one thing that made the pureblood worry the most without revealing it outwardly, the lost connection with O. Such a thing happened from the moment the explosion began. He looked around him and saw that Haruka was dragged by the crowd. Then, the man who he had interrupted was also now gone. It was possible the odd gentleman was swept by the crowd as well. But, he was wrong to assume that.

"Be careful sweetest of roses, you might pull someone else into the inescapable darkness." Quickly turning behind him, he only saw the frightened crowd. The man who had bumped to him earlier and the one with Haruka, he was certain it the same person who spoke such insinuating words. There was no doubt, his memory that never forgets, a curse, always remember everything. Who really was that man? In any case, he pushed that question aside and made way to the direction where the explosion had come from and where the faint scent and presence of O could be found. Working through the running and scared crowd was difficult. Still, he managed to do something about it and soon reached his destination.

An old stock-house of Cross Academy had been decimated and a portion of the woods was cleared out. From those evidences, the one who did such a thing was not to be taken lightly. Walking closer, he finally found an unconscious and wounded O sprawled on the ground. It was battered and bruised. This also indicated a struggle which he takes pride in for the familiar. Gently picking up O, Zenith decided to allow his familiar some recuperation by making it part of his body once more. But before he could do so, the scent that eluded him and his roommate earlier surrounded him a like a mist.

"Your rodent friend there should be taught better than to mess around." Slowly, Zenith looked over his shoulder only to see a boy with rustic brown hair and obsidian eyes that seemed to swallow everything and anyone it can see. "It reflects to its master in the end." Even with such taunt, the pureblood remained emotionless and impenetrable in his facade. "What is your purpose." Those words spilled from his lips with its usual monotone. The delicate looking boy sighed at this and shook his head in disappointment. "You really are no fun to rile up. So boring..." The boy then did a pirouette and smiled afterwards. "Isn't obvious? I came to say hello with everyone. This is the best method to do so."

The pureblood really did not care about the identity of this crazy man. He only wanted to know the reason for coming here. Seeing it now, it seemed that a peaceful resolution is still a long way to go. Looking at O in his arms, the familiar soon vanished into wisps of light before Zenith placed his hands by his side and looked at the boy once more. There was nothing different from him on the outside. But as of now, he was seeing the things that had happened with O earlier. This was not acceptable at all. O was toyed and played like a stuffed toy. There was no mercy at all even for a moment's rest. As a result, the pureblood turned around to face the boy properly.

An amused smile welcomed Zenith who remained indifferent to every spectrum of emotions. "Are you going to hurt me here, Mr. Precious of Precious?" The pureblood did not answer but his displeasure was directed to a think aura which came from him. "Payment." And with that, it soon began the entertainment of the festival.

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“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing.”





Haruka was about to keep moving with the crowd when she was surprised to find a hand on her own, stopping her in her tracks. She was confused for a moment, she didn't know anyone well enough in this crowd, and Zenith didn't want her to be around him...so who could possibly want to stop her and talk? "I hope you are not hurt, I would not like to see such a beauty marred." She blinked a few times and stared at the taller man with glasses, perfect hair and fair skin. He seemed nice enough, and she had bumped into him, but then he raised her hand and pressed his lips on her knuckles, making Haru's face flush and her eyes widen ever so slightly. "Let me introduce myself, Hughes Jackson at your service." He said with a kind smile as she stared at the man dumbly. "If it would not be too much, may I know your name?" He asked her so innocently, but she had never seen this man before, of course she hadn't seen have the people here before, so how had this man manged to pick her out from the crowd? Perhaps it was her hair?

There was nothing wrong with his question, or even their interaction, since it was completely by chance, however she got a strange vibe from the man, almost like she should be worried about her well being while around him. "Um..." Haruka was about to give her name, and then make a quick exit, but before she could say anything else, her hand was no longer in the man's grasp, and Zenith now stood in front of her holding the hand of the of the man, Hughes, in what seemed to be threateningly. Her eyes widened and she took a small step forward, her hand reaching out to grab Zenith's shoulder as a crowd gathered around them, but something stopped her, and so her hand was left hovering a few inches away from his shoulder blade. "Zenith...?" Haru whispered in what seemed to be a breathless voice as she stared with wide eyes, why would Zenith be so violent towards this man?

Hughes seemed to be rather tolerant about the whole thing as he directed a polite smile toward's Zenith before speaking. "Oh, I apologize. I should have known that such beauty would already be taken." Haruka nearly choked on her own saliva, how in the world had the man gotten that idea in his mind? Zenith released the man's hand, seemingly as startled with that statement as she had been, and seemed to be about to apologize, when a loud explosion was heard from a dangerously close location. Instantly chaos erupted, guests and students alike running in every direction, cause a stampede like a pack of wild animals as they all tried to find a safe place to hide, until said chaos had calmed. Haruka was about to grab onto Zenith's arm and hold on for death life, when a shoulder rammed into her chest, knocking the air out of her legs and dragging her backwards. She tired to call out for the white haired vampire, but the lack of oxygen intervened with doing any such thing.

Haru tried to get back towards her previous standing point as she caught her breath, but each time she took a step forward she would be dragged further back along with the crowd. She felt like she was bouncing around with no intended direction, unless of course it would be the ground, and most likely her doom. Haruka reached out and pushed someone off towards the side lines, away from the crowd, and nearly dived out after that person. There was little room on the side lines, away from the crowd of panicked beings, but there was enough space for her to see Zenith moving through the crowd, now alone, and toward where the explosion had taken place. Feeling determined, Haru started to run after him, pushing people out of her as she went, and avoiding the group of screaming humans all together, she had lost sight of all of the Night Class students long ago, and she only had one on her mind at the moment.

She kept running, through the crowd had held her back longer than Zenith, and she had lost sight of him for some time now, she finally caught up. As she neared the scene before her, Haru noticed right away that one of the old stock-house's of Cross Academy had been blown to bits, along with a small protein of the woods, she then noticed the other people there. Zenith stood facing her, while a boy with dark hair had his back to her. Zenith's face was void of all emotion, and it seemed he had yet to even notice her about ten feet away. "Are you going to hurt me here, Mr. Precious of Precious?" The boy asked in what seemed to be an amused tone, while Zenith just stared at him. Before Haru could think of even say anything, a dark, angry aura seemed to fill the air, making her uneasy."Payment." He said calmly.