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Zenith Rosenkreuz

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

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Zenith Rosenkreuz's Story

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Eyes that could compete against the brilliance of the rising sun gazed intently yet with a certain emptiness that could be usually mistaken as peaceful upon the pages of a dilapidated-looking book. Its content bordered reality and perceived fantasy of the fickle human mind. The novel that depicted what a Vampire should be like, Bram Stoker's Dracula. It was rather an oddity for the book to be read by the individual holding it. After all, the Pure Blood Prince, as he is known among the circle of vampires within Cross Academy and even outside, had stated once upon query that he disliked it immensely. Despite so, this will be the sole literature which could be seen on his person constantly. The only book he will always be seen reading during his free time such as now. Actually, he had spend the entirety of the night at the school library. His only marker that darkness had come to pass was the light streaming through the nearby window pane as he stood there with his back against the wall. The shimmering white rays reminded those who live that it was another new day. There was an irony in that description. "From the very beginning, you were never alive." However, he simply let those words vanished in the limitless sea of his thoughts.

His attuned senses could hear the awakened students of the Day Class filling the hallways. He could even hear some of the chatter about how they were faring with their Night Class counterparts. Some were heartbroken yet more were starstruck than ever. After the summer vacation, a new system was imposed to better the relationship among the students of Cross Academy. It was one of the reckless yet good-willed ideas of the Headmaster. At first, the Night Class objected vehemently about the merge. Even if they had agreed to the peace treaty, it did not mean that they would easily relinquish their perceived superiority. It was a foreseeable obstacle since most of the vampires that attended the Academy are nobles who cling to their misinterpreted pride. To quell the debate, the Headmaster had asked the most calm of the two known Pure Bloods whom were both attending the school a favor. This person was none other than Zenith Kline Rosenkreuz who kept himself mostly out of the limelight even amidst his fellow Pure Bloods.

Nevertheless, he interceded as asked but in reality, he simply spoke his agreement to the system with, "This new system is fine with me." The vampires then calmly accepted the change. There was no question that he is the leader of the Night Class whether this was official or not. For, they would instantly listen to him and according to the rumors, the sudden increase of students in the Night Class was attributed to him. Although, he never commented about it. The students themselves attested to this rumor as true. For the Rosenkreuz Bloodline is renowned as the thickest and strongest of the Pure Bloods. Before, it was the Kuran when Zenith's Clan was still but a lost legend to the world. In any case, the issue was resolved. The only thing that should be of concerned now is the acclimation of the Night Class with the Day Class. It would not go that smoothly although, he did hope it would. No conflict was better than having one. He likes to avoid such interactions if possible. His family generally favors pacifistic methods which he had also inherited.

Closing the book in his hand, it was about time for him to leave the library. Speaking of which, he had also been assigned with a roommate as he adhered to the new school regulations. He did not complain even an ounce. Although, the vampires and humans opposed to such an arrangement for him. Their reasoning is that he should never be mixed with the humans or even more so to be partnered with a fallen clan even if is to be a Pure blood. He might be tainted by their filth which its meaning varies greatly from people to people. In truth, they were all but envious of the fact that it was not them to have the opportunity to share a room with him. Zenith is oblivious to this very fact. He is actually very popular among the entire student populace and is actually always on top of who you want to be your boyfriend list. It also goes without saying that he is also popular in the male's who would you want to be a woman and be your girlfriend list. However, he calmed such reactions with his few words which was, "It is as it is." Again, that was the end of that. Well, there is just one tiny bit of a problem. This is regarding his definition of room sharing.

Zenith never sleeps in his designated room ever since the new system was established. In truth, he had only met his roommate once due to proper introductions. After that, he had barely seen him, Sora Tsukino. A Pure blood who resembled a deadly lightning. The one who is said to be descended from the Clan of the Fallen. He finds that a peculiar description. Aren't we all fallen? Again, he left it at that. In any case, he rarely enters the room or stay there for any duration of the day. There is a question somewhere around that process. Where does he exactly sleeps then? As of now, he spent his entire evening until daybreak in the school library. His bed had always been properly kept and his portion of the room lacked anything that could be considered personal possessions. It was barren and empty as it was on the first day after the summer break.

Exiting the library, Zenith walked along the hallways where some of the students were proceeding to the cafeteria for their breakfast. Adoring and loving gazes were on his form as he nonchalantly walked on without noticing such a thing. He had a destination in mind and it was not his assigned room. From the distance, he could hear the playing of a violin. It was a pleasant sound and it was perfect in a sense. He was soon outside the main building and found a nice location under one of a large maple tree securely hidden from prying onlookers. Sitting on the cool grass that still had fresh morning dewdrops, he gently laid himself down on the ground and looked at the softly swaying leaves above him. It was soothing scene. Then, slowly his eyes of golden yellow closed for anyone to see. His snow white hair glowed under the sun's light making it appear much like a halo. His breathing slowly came to a rhythmic sound resembling those who sleeps without a concern while the violin music carried by the breeze served as a gentle lullaby in the background.

Now, the question where he sleeps had finally been answered. There laid under the gentle swaying maple leaves, the Pure Blood Prince and the Oblivious Idol of Cross Academy, like Sleeping Beauty in those children fairy tales slumbered as if awaiting for a kiss. However, whoever does kiss him would only suffer death in its place. This is the cruel curse of being a creature of the blood. A twisted fairy tale, it is for the Rosenkreuz Pure Blood or is it not? Whatever, it may be he continued to sleep in such a serene facade that no one cannot help but be comforted from it. At the same time, this expression of his is truly a rare sight to see. If anyone does chance upon it, they would be in a treat for certain.

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had missed a step on the stairs.

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

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

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

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

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“I am my instinct— untamable but fettered.”



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"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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|“Despair has its own calms.”|

There in the inky black darkness were the haze of doubt and the looming black cloud of guilty pleasures. It soon combined into an entity which took the form of a woman with flowing white hair which seemed to be played by a nonexistent wind. "You're not a saint, you're a vampire." Then, something soft and warm filled his senses. It seemed to be insistent. Rubbing? What was it? Those eyes of gold opened as it met crystal blue eyes which belonged to a certain white fox with the size of a cat. It seemed that Zenith had once again drifted to slumber even for a moment. As such, his familiar roused him by rubbing its face against his cheek. For that, he was grateful as he gently patted the fox's head who smiled in the best way it can. The vision he had was a nightmare that continues to haunt him like a vengeful ghost. Yet, he knew he deserved such a thing.

"O, how is everything?" A question directed to his familiar now known as O. As for the reason of such a name, it would be better if no one ponders on that for there was nothing grand behind it. In any case, he had summon the fox to patrol the areas that he cannot freely do so. What he exactly meant were those crowded areas where the humans swooned over him while the vampires revered him as some kind of deity which he was not. "It seems that everyone is behaving for now, Master." If a human saw O talked, they would have fainted at the spot. After all, talking animals were not plausible in reality along with the existence of vampires. Well, ignorance is indeed blissful for their cases. "Although, there is the occasional riffraff. But, the Prefects can handle them with no sweat!" O's voice did not resemble that of a squeaky mouse. Instead, it was like of a rambunctious little boy's voice.

Zenith nodded at this answer and looked towards the horizon above him. It seemed he did not sleep for a brief moment. Great time had passed while he took a nap. Yet before he did so, he had walked around the so-called areas deemed to be isolated from the crowd. Fortunately, no one was doing forbidden things. Soon enough, he found himself an empty bench and sat there. Not a moment too soon, he was fast asleep. "But, Master... I sensed something unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time!" He looked to his side where O was perched on his shoulder. The white fox had a puzzled and worried expression on its face. Meeting his creator's gaze, O continued on. "I can't describe it... It was like me but it wasn't... then there is the odd sense of something ominous coming." The familiar lowered its head to its paws while his ears dropped to its side like withered flowers. "Master! O-chan is scared!" His expression remained pristine from any kind of distortion as he placed his fingers behind O's ear and rubbed it to serve as a soothing gesture.

The fox familiar was truly pleased with it as O leaned its head towards the hand rubbing against its ear. Uneasiness was erased from the simple touch of its creator. Zenith may see this as a natural thing to do but practically most of the Pure Bloods were not that gentle or even amorous enough to give their familiars a set of personality. Instead, they simply create them for functionality and ingrained with orders to be done. They were just tools in the end. But for the Rosenkreuz Pure blood, it was not so. Thus, O was truly grateful. "Master, you should make friends. They're not that bad! I know they'll like you like O-chan does! Your roommate even drove away those students whom were trying to sneak a peek of you while you were asleep earlier! He is nice! Hearing that, he stopped rubbing O's ear and stood from the bench as the fox familiar managed to keep its balance on his shoulder from the sudden movement. "Master?" O peered to look at its creator's face from its perch. The familiar worried if the words that were spoken offended its master. "I am the one bad for them. It will always be." This was Zenith's statement as he began to walk away from the area with O on his shoulder.

Lingering thoughts about creating bonds in this Academy soon disappeared from his mind. Instead, he diverted his focus on another matter. The sense of foreboding that O described was something he felt as well. As for the intent, he has no idea as of now. All he can do was to be on guard for now until more information could be viable for conclusions. For now, he would simply continue on his daily routine. Speaking of which, he should return to his room for some change of clothes and a bath. Classes for the evening would soon start judging by the sun soon to set.

Meanwhile in an unknown location at the same time...

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"So, the Rose decided to play a student's life." This was spoken by a man with features that appeared to be sculpted for perfection. A beautiful person that would not be undermined by anyone. Straight silken black hair that falls up to his knees which also matched by those midnight black eyes that seemed to gaze at something in the distance. His gaze was filled with a dark humor and intentions swirled with the air of malevolence and mystery. "The more, the merrier, I say." An amused expression can be seen on his face as he sat comfortably on his chair that could properly be discerned as an illustrious throne. He was clad in black reminiscent of those military uniforms and on his gloved hand a lit cigarillo could be seen held delicately. "And here I thought that Cross Academy was nothing more but garbage. It seems it holds certain treasures once in a while." Placing the cigarillo to his mouth, he inhaled its fumes with such pleasure that could also be seen in those obsidian eyes of his.

Soon, he exhaled the smoke he had took in and the thing or rather the monitor that he was looking at was finally shown. "So, that brat survived. Interesting." On the screen, recent pictures of the Rosenkreuz Pure Blood, Zenith, Cross Academy Prefect, Asuka and the Tsukino Malady, Sora. "Being patient has its rewards." He crossed his legs and his amused smile turned into a victorious one. "Soon, it will be finally complete." He nonchalantly looked to his side while inhaling his cigarillo once more. After doing so, he spoke with a rather authoritative tone. "Inform that person to continue the surveillance. I shall meet them soon enough." A figure cloaked in the shadows knelt in submission and spoke. "As you will it, my Contra Mundi." Once that was stated, the figure was gone in a blink. As for the man identified or called as Contra Mundi, he reached out his hand to the monitor screen which was relatively large like one found in a cinema. "You are mine for the taking my sweet Dhampir and Precious of Precious. I will also erase that pest of an existence." It was then he closed his hand suddenly as if crashing something with such great force. "All mine."

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…I don’t understand people.”

And that was really all he could say about it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You know you should never show your emotions."

"Why?"

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

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

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






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

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

Curiosity killed the cat...

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







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

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

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



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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

Contra Mundi.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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|“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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“That scent on the air… I recognize it, don’t I?”



“I don’t really enjoy anything,” Sora told the owl bluntly. “But yeah, I find altitude to my liking, and it’s not a bad thing to be able to see so much.” He diverted his attention from Fujiwara as the second song started up, readjusting the lens of his focus so that he was once again observing the general flow of events and no one thing in particular. The Night Class’s booth-stall-whatever seemed to be popular, though that was hardly surprising. Seriously, was everyone at this school a fetishist? He knew it was a pretty common trait in vampires, raised to value a very, very small number of personal traits over all others, but he would have expected the tastes of humans to diverge a bit more, since they were all so different. Then again, maybe the ones here were just as bad as the vampires, who knew? Wasn’t any of his concern anyway.

He shook his head, though, at the next inquiry. “I’m no prefect. This is just temporary, for the festival,” he rolled his eyes upon the last word. What were they celebrating, anyway? The fact that vampires were pretty and humans were dense? That was really all he saw on display, anyway. “Idiot told me it was either this or that,” he said, pointing down at the booth occupied by his unfortunately-mobbed roommate and far too many other people. “And there’s no way I was gonna let someone dress me up like an okami or a neko or some shit.” He snorted derisively. He’d probably have preferred to be an oni or something, but as he seldom acknowledged, he too was a vampire, and thus he too was sadly quite pretty, though perhaps in the most masculine sense of the word.

He would have made a pretty good tengu, maybe, halfshifted, with the patterns of feathers tracing over his skin and in his hair, wings sprouted from his shoulderblades. But that would have been giving away the grand old secret, and he’d prefer not to be expelled just yet.

“You know,” he remarked to the bird, “I see you more often than my own familiar these days. Easily bored or something?” It may have been a bit hard to tell, but Sora really didn’t sound like he minded this fact, he was simply observing it. Speaking of which… he made a quick scan of the crowd, sharp eyes picking out the shape of a small black kitten with huge green eyes just then hopping up onto the table presently occupied by what remained of Fujiwara’s food, sniffing at the wrapped plates and turning her head upwards to fix the prefect with her best wibbly kitten-eyes. Oh, for the love of… you’re a shameless bitch, Midori. She’s probably saving that for someone more important than you,” he thought to her.

Like who? Midori replied slyly. I know of no such person, master.

He rolled his eyes with a huff, but upon the following inhale, froze, stiffening and inhaling deeply. Something in the crowd’s makeup had shifted. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly what, but something there didn’t belong, in a way that triggered the shadow of a memory. Sora’s mouth dropped into a scowl, and through their mental link, he felt Midori’s inquiry. Stay down there, he said to her. Something’s wrong. He drew in another breath, just confirming that something new, distinct, had entered the milieu of smells produced by this festival, and curse it, he’d be able to track it so much more easily if all these people weren’t in the same damn space.

“Something’s come,” he said aloud to Snow, and without further warning, launched himself from the tree, landing in a small puff of blossom petals at the bottom. He wasn’t too far away from the Night Class’s booth, so he went there first. Not where the scent was coming from, if the way it was weaker here was anything to go by. Then again, vampires generally smelled more strongly than humans did.

As it turned out, he found himself in proximity of Rosenkreuz on his way, and stopped for a moment. Were it another time, he might have commented on the vaguely-outlandish way the guy was dressed, but then again, he was only doing it to participate, probably. Besides, there were more urgent matters on his mind. Making eye contact with the other pure-blood, he spared few words as ever. “Something smell off to you?” he asked in a low voice, though it did not stop someone nearby from picking up on it.

“Only thing that smells funny here is you, Kara,” someone replied, but for once, Sora didn’t even spare the energy required for a glare or a waspish retort. Such people weren’t even worth the air they breathed, and obviously, they were too weak-nosed to sense what he did, anyhow. Normally, a strange odor at an event like this would not have caused any particular reaction from him, but… something about this one was familiar, in a way that he did not like, and he wasn’t one to let such things go.

Midori, meanwhile, had picked up on it as well, as well as the urgency to her master’s usual calm tones. So she, in her miniaturized kitten form, stayed close to Asuka, putting her face in the prefect’s hand and walking beneath it as cats often do, though her eyes were warily watching for anything out of the ordinary.

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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.