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Vampire Knight: The Devil's Dance

Cross Academy

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a part of Vampire Knight: The Devil's Dance, by Azazel.

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Cross Academy is a part of Vampire Knight: The Devil's Dance.

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Asuka Fujiwara [189] "Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies."
Sora Tsukino [157] "The phenomena of your power and my choice are forever disconnected. This is the Null Hypothesis."
Haruka Yamazaki [122] "I can see it in your eyes..the pain you try to hide."
Anastasia Guillory [40] "The optimist sees the opportunity in every hardship; the pessimist sees the hardship in every opportunity."

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“To survive is to suffer; to live is to find some meaning in the suffering.”



His senses soon alerted him to her presence, and he sighed under his breath. Slipping into the treeline, Sora entered the forest proper, slipping silently between the trees until he was nothing more than a shadow himself, flowing with the natural rhythm of the environment, indiscernible against the backdrop of gently-swaying shade and the ground coated with soft pine needles. It was with swiftness that he flitted from one spot to another, so naturally stealthy and quiet that it required no conscious thought. It had been threaded into his very being, this instinct, and many others like it. The Tsukinos were all gifted, but he had been their prodigy.

He would have called such a title useless, but the skills that backed it were the only reason he was alive and they were not.

With a single leap, he launched himself effortlessly into the boughs of a particular tree, the highest in the forest, to be precise. His quarry was there, though that probably wasn’t the right word for her. Indeed, she lay on her stomach, her slender figure no wider than the tree limb that supported her, chin in her hands, elbows propped in front of her, legs kicking back and forth in the air behind her. She looked bored until she noticed his presence, at which point her face broke out into a lovely smile. “Tsukino-dono, it’s been a while.” She shifted her chin to one hand and held out the other, obviously intending for him to take it and likely brush his lips along her knuckles. She found it funny to tease him so, since he refused every time.

Nobody touched him, and he didn’t touch other people, either.

“Don’t call me that, Sachiko. You know it’s damn annoying.” She laughed, a full and surprisingly rich sound from someone so diminutive, her black eyes sparking to life with a mischievous glint. With a deft, smooth movement, she leveraged herself into a sitting position, cocking her head to the side and playing with one of the obsidian strands brushing her shoulders, twisting it around and around her finger. It never had curled, no matter how hard she tried.

“Yare, yare, Sora-kun,” she pronounced dramatically, with a long-suffering sigh. “You know it’s what all those old busybodies think you should be called.” Her foxlike smile conveyed her own opinion on the matter—she was just saying this to rile him, and he refused to rise to the bait, staring at her flatly from his branch until she sighed again and produced a slip of paper from somewhere in the folds of her gothic-style skirt. “Have it your way, killjoy. Your next… target.”

Not many people would believe it, but in addition to being a trained assassin like all the younger children of his family, Sachiko was an expert gatherer of information, good enough to be known (anonymously) in other parts of the vampire world simply as the Oracle. Her personal abilities were a farsight and something verging on clairvoyance, and while incredibly-difficult to interpret, her visions were never wrong, making her a dangerous spy. She was his primary link to his family, mostly because she was the only one left that he even respected.

He took the paper from her pale fingers, stuffing it in a pocket. He’d look at it later. For now, she was looking at him much more seriously now, her lips pulled into a frown. “You know, Sora, you don’t have to do this anymore. It was their fault, and I’m sure the others would forgive you if you moved on with your life.”

His eyebrows drew together, a clear if subtle indication of his displeasure. “You know better than that, Sachiko. I can’t forgive them for what they did—they all deserve to suffer like we have.” His teeth clenched—he could say that he was doing this for his family if he wanted, but really he was doing it for them, and it just so happened that the same people were responsible.

Sachiko reached for his hand, but then thought better of it and aborted the movement, shaking her head. “They’d never demand of you so much pain.”

“Which is exactly why they’re worth it,” He countered hotly, and when she flinched, he grimaced. “Look. You’re worried. I get it.” He raked a hand through his hair, huffing an exasperated breath. “But I can do this. I’m the only one who can do this. You know that. And it has to be done.” Before she could counter, he held up a hand. “You don’t have to keep helping if you don’t want to. But I’m not going to stop.”

“Oh, shut up, you moron,” His cousin groused. “You know I’ll always help you. Always.” She enunciated the words with an echoing finality, and he allowed himself a small smile, nodding slowly. ”Go on, then; get out of here before someone misses you.”

His tone was mirthless. “Nobody would miss me, Sachiko. Not here, not there.” With a final nod signifying his farewell, Sora leapt to the ground, landing in a crouch and immediately springing back into a run. He needed to think again. He’d been doing a lot of that lately, but he couldn’t shake this feeling of foreboding and disquiet. Something was coming, his instincts told him this. But he had no idea what.

Angling for campus, he struck out in the direction of his dorm. He’d probably have to cut class tonight, and get to work.

He was too far away to hear the voice that followed him, scarcely a whisper. I’d miss you.”

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

Not that he really cared or anything, of course.

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

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






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

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

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

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

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




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

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




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

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

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

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

Where was Snow?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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






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

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

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







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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her music.

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

You ignorant child.

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

What happened?

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

Your electricity disappeared?

I swear, it was him!

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

Perverse, is it not?

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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|“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.