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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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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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“First Rule of Survival: Never let down your guard. Especially not when it seems safe to do so.”



Sora, finished with his morning rounds, was currently on the roof of the school building, happy to enjoy the altitude and also the solitude. Contrary to popular belief, he didn’t exactly prefer being alone, and he would not have minded company, but… people like him, who were fundamentally introverted, needed the occasional opportunity to take a break away from the constant noise of humanity. And, well, vampires too. They were just as irritating, in his opinion, but the idioms were not made so easily for them. Now, though, he was feeling about as refreshed as he had in a while, and the only reason he chose not to go rejoin everyone else was because he saw no need.

He would have hated to be a noble. Though he preferred nighttime or rain, the sun on his face was not a sensation he desired to lack. Where once there had been two vampires in the entire school who could tolerate the sun, there were now four, with the addition of Sachiko and Rosenkreuz’s new bodyguard. Well, new only in the sense that he was just now appearing—it was evident from their behaviors that they knew each other quite well. He wondered, of course. A predatory mind was by nature a curious one, but he did not ask. He would not. Even criminals and people who had done atrocious things deserved the opportunity to keep their private affairs private.

Besides that, he didn’t really want anything more to do with the guy than Rosenkreuz wanted to do with him, which was to say nothing at all. He couldn’t muster lingering hatred, because hatred was a weakness, but he didn’t like him much, either. There just weren’t really any feelings there to be had. Mutual disregard, if one were feeling poetic about it.

Yamazaki was still in the infirmary, but they said the worst had passed, that she’d be fine. Ironic, that with all the interacting she’d done with vampires, it was humans who put her in the hospital for this long. One species could be just as dangerous as the other; they simply had different methods. Vampires could do a lot more alone, but humans had a proclivity for working in groups that their night-inclined counterparts had never really mastered. Equality, democracies… these were not things that the vampiric mind easily grasped, mired in hierarchy and tradition as it was. Vampires had stronger bodies, but he was almost certain humans had stronger spirits.

Fujiwara had both. He wondered if she knew that. Was it something he should tell her? He didn’t know. Lifting an arm, he draped it over his eyes and rolled over onto his back. Morning sunshine wasn’t bad at all, actually. He always felt cold—this warmed him, like metal left out to heat. It wasn’t his, but he could borrow it for a little while. Sora was a little sleepy, likely an aftereffect of the blood Asuka had taken from him yesterday, but he didn’t mind. He could easily shake off the feeling if he needed to, and it would leave on its own, probably within a couple of hours from now. With his rounds done and nothing else in particular to do at the moment, he chose to savor the small blessings of summer. He didn’t much like the season, as a rule, but it wasn’t stupidly hot yet.

He didn’t fall asleep, and only a fool would assume that he’d let down his guard. Sora never let down his guard—he was probably incapable of ever fully relaxing at this point. But he did ease a little, he muscles of his face smoothing until the mask he wore so often seemed a little… softer. He didn’t really understand it, but lately… he’d been happier than he’d had cause to be in perhaps ever. He wasn’t happy, exactly, but he was as close as he ever got, and something about that was simply strange. He could go back to questioning it later. Right now he just wanted to savor it.

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"A new day, a new hope...but even then there is an unsettling feeling hovering in the air."




Asuka had stayed a bit longer in her bed than usual, preferring to stare up at the ceiling of her dorm room. The sun had already shoved it's way into her room from the parted curtains she had forgotten to close last night. Not that it mattered, she didn't have a balcony like most of the students who were lucky enough to get them. Instead, she had ushered herself out of the bed and begrudgingly began a morning routine of getting ready for the school day and her rounds as a prefect. She would let Sora handle the morning routine for now. It wasn't like two prefects were needed for a single job capable of only one prefect. She had then reported to the Headmaster again who had informed her of her new duties.

Or rather lack of them. She and the others would no longer be required to be Rosenkreuz's body-guards. A small part of her had been grateful for the release, however; they were still to keep tabs on the pure-blood just in case he had an itch to scratch of events already happened. Once that had been taken care of, she made her rounds through the inside of the school. Needless to say there was a commotion within the hallways. It was him and the one appointed to be his body-guard. It seemed the two were well acquainted, something that confused Asuka a bit. She didn't know that the pure-blood was even acquainted with anyone other than his sister. He didn't seem the type to actively search for bonds of any sort.

She merely shrugged away the thoughts as she glanced at the students who were making such a fuss. The blonde-haired pure-blood seemed to be having the time of his life trying to get Rosenkreuz to smile. She'd give the blonde props for at least attempting something but that is where the thoughts ended. She shook her head as the bell signaled for classes to begin. As such she ushered the students away from the vampires and shepherded them down the hallway to their side of the building. Once that was finished, she made sure the Night Class had all returned to their classes as well before giving a satisfied nod. She glanced in a particular direction, her heart giving a tight squeeze in the process.

Although Haruka would be fine, she couldn't help but still be worried for the human girl. After all, that is exactly what she was: human. There was still a way to change that, however; Asuka would fight tooth and nail to prevent Haruka from ever becoming a denizen of the night. Even though she herself was part of it, she wouldn't allow her friend to fall into that darkness. She sighed, running a hand through her shortened locks before glancing around. She supposed she should head to class herself, however; she wasn't particularly inclined to go. Instead, she rummaged through the halls of the Academy. She would make a final round to make sure that there were no students skipping their class (even though technically she was doing the same) and in the Night Classes wing.

She found herself staring at the stair case that she had been fond of at one time. She would escape when she could and practice on her violin. Now, her instrument was destroyed, courtesy of herself. She sighed as she went to push the door open, however; Snow's voice echoed through. You're favorite pure-blood is up here. You should let him rest Asuka, he stated as she stopped mid-way. Rest? For what? Oh that's right, she took a bit of blood from him. She frowned a bit. She hadn't meant to, but something about his blood had caused her to not want to stop. It was like the first night she partook in his blood. It had filled something she hadn't realized she was missing.

She furrowed her brows in frustration as Snow chuckled lightly. She'd get back at that bird. For now, she'd do as the avian creature stated and leave the pure-blood be. Snow, however, had no intention of letting the dark haired vampire a moments peace. He enjoyed their talks a bit more than he should have. Plus the vampire was slowly growing on him. After all, his master was also quite fond of the vampire, although she didn't know exactly how fond she was of him. But Snow knew. With that, he landed a bit a ways from the pure-blood, perching upon a pole and glanced down at the said vampire.

"Shouldn't sleeping beauty be in class like the rest?" he stated, tilting his head much how normal owls would when their curiosity was peaked.

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|“Everything had always been simple and unfettered but, once the chains are thrown. All will be complicated."|




Zenith took his seat at his usual corner. The other students were once more in a state of respect, fear, and apprehension. However, it was bit dampened by the appearance of the new addition to their class. A pure-blood himself, Luke sat beside the white pure-blood who was the poster boy for the word emotionless. A negligible and completely unrelated idea entered his mind. He could use Zenith as an image model. Oh, this would be fun. It was then he finally noticed the silent classroom. Even the homeroom teacher was quiet, this is why he dislikes the traditional hierarchy. But then again, it cannot be helped.

Glancing at Zenith who remained unflinching and was currently opening some of his notes, Luke took the helm. "Oh, please proceed!" He stated this with a bright smile which made the other vampires more wary. Of course, pure-bloods had always been contrite, elusive, distant, and awfully dangerous. However, this newcomer seemed to exude something differently. Anyway, the class finally began as he released a sigh and looked at his ward with a disappointed expression. "You know, you could have just smile." Yes, Luke's effort was in vain and Zenith hearing this simply closed his notes and finally looked at the man whom he had called to him.

“No." After saying that, Zenith returned his attention to the class lecture. Luke sighed once more and the looked towards the board. The boy was as stubborn as ever. This is why things happened as it is. Well, he was not the kind to fully intervene on the white pure-blood's personal matters or preferences. He is only here to make sure he remains alive until that promise and wish comes to full circle. Oh yes, he knew what propels the Rosenkreuz pure-blood forward. "I'll just take a look around." Zenith simply nodded as an acknowledgement of Luke's word and just like that an amused smile was on the pure-blood bodyguard's lips.



Obsidian eyes read through the documents in front of it. It was a report regarding the attempted assassination of the Vampire King by the Purist Hunters. This had been what the current and reestablished Hunter Association call those who were still loyal to the Ex-President. Of course, all the said assassins had been personally incinerated by the pure-blood king. In the end, the Rosenkreuz Lord truly did not have a shred of morality. His very persona and entity are nothing more but an illusion just like water. All that is reflected is that of what the other person wanted to see. It is why such dreadful actions come completely normal.

Lowering the documents on the desk, the one known as Mr. Avalon, the hunter president, had an amused smile on his lips. He had also received a report of the casualties which included that of a human girl named Haruka Yamazaki and then the new student for the Night Class, Luke Evalice. "So, he had finally come out to play." The pure-blood who had now become Zenith's personal guardian. How ironic and twisted life could be. But then again, it was something he had expected. Now, the pieces of this game were slowly being moved into the light. Whether, they will be ready or not. It was something he was truly looking forward to.

Who knew, those insects with the right push did their job well. It had always been easy for someone like him to manipulate the driving force of someone to his advantage. Anyway, his thoughts were disturbed when his phone rang. Answering it, he heard one of the staff assigned for a certain experimentation. It seemed the parameters were all stable and they were right on time. That was certainly good news. It would not be long until his desired completion will be of a reality. "Proceed also inform Dahlia, I will have her handle Alice and Ex's maintenance for a time-being." The call ended at that. It was because, he would need Hughes' attention sorely on one matter only from now on.
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As for Luke, he littered around the silent hallways as he hummed a melody. The lectures were rather boring for him. At the same time, he was not the kind to simply sit still for such long periods of time. It would appear that everyone was in their classes. So, there was no one else to see him loitering about. He also took this opportunity to take in the atmosphere of Cross Academy. This school had always been one of the most talked topic among vampires and even hunters. It was after all the symbol of a peace done with the blood of many. Well, it is why he was certain this place will be undoubtedly be embroiled in one way or another.

In any case, Luke could see why Zenith seemed fond of this place although, the boy would not speak of it. How quiet. How serene. How peaceful. How breathtakingly normal. But, nothing lasts forever. Even them, pure-bloods known to transcend the grips of time are destined to vanish at some point. Because in the end, eternity and forever are simply fanciful words of broken promises and lies. Just like that, he continued on his way. It would also be a perfect time for him to look about Cross Academy or to meet, his charge's former bodyguards.

Speaking of which, his emerald green eyes met same-colored eyes as his. Luke smiled at this coincidence or is it now? Before him, a day class student with short brown hair and an armband which depicted her as a prefect. More than that, Luke knew by scent and presence alone what she is. Why wouldn't he know? "Good morning, Miss Prefect." He greeted with a cheerful smile as he bowed his head in a gentleman-like manner. No wonder that man was keen on this school. Everything began on that day and now it continues. "I hope you don't mind showing me around." Just like that, he waited for a reply while Zenith who remained in the classroom glanced at his window and felt the thirst growing stronger.

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“I wonder who would have named someone like me after the sky. Or was I always meant to be empty?”



A small disturbance had Sora immediately alert, but he eased again when he observed Fujiwara’s owl. “I swear I see more of you than Midori,” he observed, though there was an uncharacteristic note of amusement in the observation. There was a reason for this, of course: Midori was usually with Kaede for protection. Sachiko’s familiar wasn’t all that combative, so it was better for his to be with the human girl who might need protection until he or his cousin could reach her side. Things like this were always on the forefront of his mind—he supposed it must be a desperate version of what being an older brother felt like, or an uncle or something. He wasn’t sure he liked it, the anxiety, but watching her grow and change was… interesting. Rewarding, in a way.

Removing his arm from over his eyes, he ran his fingers absently through his hair. Stubbornly, his bangs fell back into his face anyway. He stared for a long while at the sky. Hed always had what he thought was an affinity for it—his shapeshifted form was that of a large bird after all. He’d thought it a strange, rather fitting coincidence, given his name. But after what he’d discovered about himself recently, he was no longer so sure that was the case. Maybe they’d been even more accurate and named him for emptiness, for the void.

“I probably should be,” he admitted without guilt, “but I don’t like it. I know most of the shit they’re teaching anyway, and the way people defer to purebloods around here makes me fucking sick.” He wrinkled his nose as if to prove the point, and shook his head, which probably looked a bit odd given his prone position, so he sat up instead, dangling both legs over the side of the roof. A fall that distance wouldn’t hurt him in the slightest, and he wasn’t afraid of heights anyway, so doing this didn’t bother him.

“She recovered okay?” There was no need to elaborate on who ‘she’ was. Sora was quite certain that Fujiwara was plenty strong enough to be fine now, but he felt… compelled to ask anyway, just to know for sure. Blinking a few times, he determined that his body had recovered from the blood loss—he’d doubled his usual pill intake yesterday to compensate, which meant he’d actually had a normal dose for once. He’d never seen the point in using the things unless he needed them, and generally required fewer than his peers. Still, there was something to be said for them—the extra energy wasn’t unwelcome.

Just to double-check, he called the electricity to his hands, watching it arc between his fingers with a deceptive delicacy. It was beautiful in its own way, lightning, but that way was quite deadly indeed. Not that it would hurt him, of course, but he did not mistake the fact that he held death in his hands. Unlike some other elements, however, it could be moderated, voltage adjusted to disable or knock out rather than kill, as he’d done to the human hunters that attacked them. Rosenkreuz had simply killed them, which he supposed was one way to do things, but seemed a bit much for a bunch of humans that wouldn’t have stood a chance against even one of them, but whatever. They had attacked with deadly intent, he wasn’t going to mourn them.

Satisfied that everything was working as it should, he let the lightning die out and leaned back on his hands. If the owl had something to really say to him, he’d say it, but Sora wasn’t one for small talk, something Snow probably knew already.

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"It's so peaceful, but even then peaceful things come to an end."




Snow kept his head tilted as Sora responded. Of course, it was something that Snow had come to expect from the pure-blood. But then again there was this strange feeling of Deja Vu running through him. It was almost as if the same words were uttered once before, before everything that had happened. He sighed softly to himself, as much as a bird could, and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them, it was in time to see the pure-blood shake his head and crinkle his nose. Truly an odd sight to behold, something he shared with his master. It wasn't every day he could say the pure-blood did something that was rather...odd. Regardless, Snow nodded his head at Sora's inquiry.

"It'll take a bit more than just blood loss to stop that girl. I'd suggest a tranquilizer but she might not take it too well," he half chided. Although he was sort of serious about the reply. She would exert herself too much and eventually, she might over do it. He was truly worried about his master, however; he spoke nor hinted nothing of it. Instead, he ruffled his feathers before flapping his wings to stretch them. It was truly something to see, his white feathers glistening with the afternoon sun, his blue eyes gleaming with nothing but mischief. He then fell from his post and landed upon Sora's shoulder, staring as blue met black. He stayed in his position, studying the pure-blood before finally flying away.

"I can see why now." were his only parting words.




Asuka pushed herself away from the door, laughing at Snow's picture of Sora, and continued to walk the hallways. It was rather quiet for the most part, but it was to be expected. Students should be in their respective classes until it was either time for lunch or the end of classes. She was no exception, but being a prefect usually left one without much time for classes to begin with. How she managed to keep up was beyond even her understanding. She chuckled lightly to herself as she continued walking down the hallway. She should probably return to class by now, however; a voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Turning, emerald clashed with emerald.

"Ah, you're Rosenkreuz's new body-guard," she stated as he spoke. A frown etched itself on her face when he spoke of being shown around. Part of her wanted to say no, and that he should return to his class, however; seeing as he was a new student, it would only be the polite thing to do. But then again, he was following the white-haired pure-blood and as such, would it not be more fitting to have him show the blonde around? She sighed before smiling softly.

"Although I'd rather you be back in your classroom, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give you a detour around the campus," she finally replied. "Oh, and please don't call me Miss Prefect. It sounds a bit...odd. My name is Asuka Fujiwara," she stated. When stated out loud, Miss Prefect could be mis-heard as something completely different, and she didn't want that to become a habit. Plus everyone always either addressed her as Prefect Fujiwara, or just plain Fujiwara. No one really called her by her first name. Well, there was that incident when Sora did, and then again with Haruka. But that was a bit normal to her and it wasn't something she necessarily minded. Although she wouldn't mind hearing Sora call her by her first name more often. She shook the thought from her as she felt a light flare of heat in her cheeks.

"There isn't nothing much about this school that requires being shown around. It's mainly just knowing where the basics are." she stated, trying to distract herself from her own thoughts. "The only part of the school that both classes actually mingle in is the cafeteria. Which really is pretty much just void since your kind doesn't really eat," she continued, referring to vampires in the process. She had almost let it slip out as our kind, however; she managed to correct herself before the words slipped passed her. There was something fairly odd about this vampire, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. He didn't seem to be hostile, and in quite fact, seemed the opposite. The display he put on earlier with Rosenkreuz had her wondering just exactly what kind of vampire he was.

Pure-bloods by nature were more reserved, dainty, and just quaint in general. The blonde was more, enthusiastic than most pure-bloods she had seen and known (which wasn't a lot to say). Still, she would keep herself prepared just in case. It was always either the quiet ones, or the ones that were known to be eccentric, people had to look out for. And to put it, this was a newcomer, someone who was charged with protecting the Rosenkreuz pure-blood. For there to only be one charge, this man must either hold a great deal of respect from the white-haired pure-blood, or this blonde pure-blood was more than what he seemed.

"The wings pretty much have their own restroom's. One for the Day Class and one for the Night Class, although I've never seen a Night Class student go to one, odd," she continued, letting her mind drift in the process.

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|“There is a melody which will never be forgotten just like how time is, this melody will forever play ."|




So, she was indeed a prefect. Actually, he was merely half-guessing base on how she carried herself and what she was wearing. Fortunately, he was right on the mark. It seemed there would be no need for him to use his golden tongue to hide his errors in judgement. At the same time, she was informed about his appearance and jurisdiction for being here at Cross Academy. This saved him the effort of introducing himself via purpose. In any case, he would not fail to admit she was a beauty in her own right. He wondered what made the kid drop such a beauty like hers from being a bodyguard. Really, the boy was too serious for his own good.

"You need not worry about my presence in class." Luke started with a bright smile. It was not really a problem for him to wander away because unlike others. He can hold a candle in being at different places within the same time. "I'm still technically in class." True to his word, if one would peek inside at the room of the night class. They could see the white pure-blood listening to the lectures of the teacher while Luke was still sitting beside him in a rather nonchalant manner with a disinterested expression. "It seems we are discussing about the old wars and such. History is really not my cup of tea." He noted with a shrug of a shoulder and beamed once more when the prefect agreed to his request.

Emerald eyes looked at her thoughtfully. It seemed she favored being called by name instead of titles. Well if that is what she wanted, he will do so. After all, he is a gentleman or something like that. "Alright then, thank you for accepting my request, Asuka." Unlike Zenith who seemed elude calling a name to a level of attachment, Luke has not qualms in calling people by the first name. To him, it was completely normal to do so. "I should properly introduce myself then, the name is Luke." He then bowed much like a prince does to a princess in fairy tales and smiled brightly. Yes, he was very different from the two known pure-bloods of Cross Academy.

"I asked the kid to show me around but, he is too serious." Luke noted with matching hand gestures as Asuka began the tour. He was certain that it came to her mind why he had not asked Zenith to show him around. Well, he did ask but he had chosen not to push the issue. It was a good conversation topic for him to meet other people now. "Too inflexible that is why he will fall and fall without anyone to give him a rope to climb up." He trailed his words with a hint of seriousness and sadness. This portion of his statement was spoken softly. Well, this was what the kidd wanted he supposed. He had no right to interfere in that. "But, that is what is needed, I suppose."

Glancing at Asuka, he noticed a flushing of the face. Interesting. It seemed the girl was fond of someone. He will bet that it was not the pure-blood he was protecting. It was probably someone else in particular. Oh, young love. How invigorating that is. "The person you adore is lucky to have your heart." Luke stated as he looked ahead. His eyes of emerald sparkled with mirth and somewhat a deep understanding. As if, he had experienced such a thing firsthand. Perhaps, he did. "But unlucky for me, for a beauty like you is already taken." He added while looking at her with a cheerful smile. After saying that, he allowed the tour to continue with a pleasant ambiance.

She noted they don't eat food known to humans. Well, that is not true really. They can eat such things on occasion. Although, it would not satiate the bestial thirst inherited through their very core. Actually, he was fond of human cuisine in which when he had free time, he would cook a few recipes he learned about. Then, there was an odd comment from her about his kind not using the restrooms. It made him laugh heartily which was truly surprising for someone of his status. Uncaring if anyone saw or hear his sound of humor. Soon, he had managed to tone down his funny bone to a manageable level. It was then he spoke while wiping a tear with his finger which was the result of his excessive laughing. "I like you Asuka."

Luke looked at her in a warm manner. Now, he had an understanding why the kid was adamant not to involve the prefects in his chosen path. Although, the Rosenkreuz pure-blood still wanted to do things by himself. Did he not know? There is a limit to what one person could do. But then again, the kid would rather die than asking anyone for a favor. Of course, he was an exemption to that rule. "I see why, the kid wants you prefects far from him." He softly stated and then walked ahead of Asuka. However, he stopped at a respectable distance and took out a beautiful golden pocket watch. He looked at it with such sweet affection but then, there was a lingering sadness.

"But, I'm glad to meet you Asuka." He opened the pocket watch and then a melody emitted from it. Such a sad, gentle, yet longing lullaby. In a whole aspect, the melody was hauntingly beautiful as if enveloping everyone in a world of comfortable solitude as if one could finally touch a specter of the past. Of course, this was only mere perception. "It is good to see a halfling living normally as possible." Those eyes of emerald finally looked at her once more. It seemed this pure-blood was indeed someone not to take granted for. Because in the end, he seemed to be a key to many things. A key which has will whether to reveal what is behind the dark doors of intrigue.

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“I can’t help but think… if we were all just a little more kind, there would be no need for any of this at all.”



Sachiko’s pen completed the sentence she was writing, and she glanced up again at the teacher, who was still speaking about the second war. If there was anything the Tsukinos were insistent on teaching their children, it was warcraft, and that included history. She could probably give an entire lecture on the battle strategy of a specific commander herself, but she took her notes dutifully anyway. There was no need to make a big deal of things; she believed in doing what she could to preserve whatever harmony she might.

Kaede was still up in the infirmary with Haruka, which was probably to be expected. The girl had a soft, delicate heart, and she wasn’t one to let someone lese lay in a hospital bed by themselves if she could avoid it. Midori was with her, of course, and Sachiko’s own familiar, a small white hart, was out roaming the grounds somewhere, she was sure. It had been something of a shame to her family when she couldn’t produce a more combative familiar like Sora had, but then, that was the nature of her soul, and if her brutal training could not change it, no amount of shaming would. She was better suited to information gathering anyway…

Dark grey eyes flicked over the other students in the classroom. Besides herself, there was Zenith Rosenkreuz, that strange new fellow who seemed to be his protector, and an array of noble vampires who seemed to be caught between awe and confusion. She supposed she could understand, in a way—they were both very beautiful, of course, and their contrasting personalities were a bit odd. The blonde one just didn’t act like a pureblood was expected to, but then, Sachiko was perfectly fine with that, personally. Sora didn’t, and honestly, even she was a bit strange for one of her kind. Her eyes scanned the rest of the room, but everyone seemed to be more or less of a mind at the moment, either taking notes like she was trying to or staring at the two men. It was honestly a little creepy, but then… when not much ever came along in your life that was new or interesting, maybe that was just the normal thing to do.

Her eyes returned to the front, but they quite quickly fell out-of-focus, and her breathing grew shallow and quiet. The first thing she notices is the smell. The blood is thick in her nose, and it smells familiar somehow. She’s been in this vision before—it seems to be her ability’s only way of conveying to her that Sora may soon be in danger. She’s never able to see him, or his future, and so it shows her this one moment in her own past instead. Sachiko looks down, and her hands are coated in more blood. It travels up her arms to her elbows in great smears and drips quietly to the ground. The only thing she can hear is the frenzied, guilty beating of her heart. She’s only ever killed one or two people up to this point, and those kills were clean, clinical. This was different—a frenzied fight to survive the massacre that took nearly her whole clan.

She hears something else, and she knows she isn’t alone anymore, but she isn’t sure if what comes is enemy or friend. Tensing, Sachiko pulls her dagger—it’s not one metal, only very few have ever been able to develop the tolerance Sora has and she is not one of them—and falls into a practiced crouch, willing her heart to be quieter and allow her to hear what’s going on around her. The thundering subsides, and to her other hand, she calls the electricity, the mark of her blood. She feels weak—how many has she killed? Sachiko can’t remember, but she does know that all that’s kept her alive are the extra lessons her cousin has given her. Why hadn’t she seen this coming? Are her dreams, her visions, truly for naught at all?

She knows the next part—the one who was coming was Sora, and he held a tiny human child in his arms. The other attackers had left, but they hadn’t gotten him. She remembers she feeling of her heart swelling with relief, terrible as it might be. She’d loved her family as much as she could, but only he was her friend. He—and they. The parents of that litte redheaded child. She knows this is the part that comes next, but she can’t see it, because he would be in it, and he is never in her visions.

For a moment, her vision flickers, and she sees flashes of other things—a laborarory, a tank with something inside, a dark-haired woman inserting a needle into a young-looking boy. A white-haired girl with a set of marbles… the images are too disjointed to process properly, but she ties to follow their trail anyway. They want to lead her somewhere, she knows they do, but just as she reaches for the door they lead her to, she feels a lurch at the pit of her stomach, and she’s forcefully ejected from her own vision. The last things she sees are three faces: Zenith’s, Asuka’s and Haruka’s. She doesn’t know what that means.


Sachiko blinked, emerging from the vision with a small tremor that she tried quickly to hide. That was… unsettling. She’d have to process it later. For now, she wrote down everything she’d seen, trying to include details of duration and connectedness. She’d need to draw the images later, so as not to forget them. Piecing the information together was no easy task—her visions were never so simple as that, but she’d have to try anyway.




Sora snorted at the joke about tranquilizers. “I wouldn’t want to, anyway,” he pointed out. As far as he was concerned, Fujiwara could keep doing whatever the hell she wanted, and he’d just have to be there to help when things got too difficult for one person. It wasn’t as if it would be too much of a labor. He quite enjoyed being near her, his friend, the first such person since before his family had all been killed. He knew that it wasn’t quite the right description anymore, but he had no idea what other word to use.

“See why what?” he asked, clearly perplexed. These familiars… it was like they could only speak in riddles. But there was no answer—the bird simply flew away, leaving Sora to his thoughts again. He rolled his eyes and took to looking out over the landscape. Sachiko would probably want to draw it or something. He could only look, he supposed. Sometimes, he’d used to wonder what he would do when the fighting was over. He wasn’t good for anything else, really. But then he’d been reminded that the fighting was never over. Life was war, and he was only a soldier. He’d die for it, eventually, but in the meantime, he fought. It was deceptively simple, he supposed.

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"Secrets are much like bubble wrap. They pop loudly and draw certain interested parties. Personally, I don't like bubble wrap but once I pop one, it's hard to stop."




Asuka merely nodded at Luke's statement. He could create doppelgangers it appeared, or illusions at least. Whatever it was, she merely smiled at his statement. History had been one of her favorite subjects simply because she had wanted to see them herself. Or at least certain time frames. Learning about them was about as close to living them as she could get. Part of her was slightly thankful for her vampiric side that may or may not allow her to live to see history in the making, however; those thoughts were for another time. For now, she would cater to this pure-blood by showing him around the school as she had said. It felt odd, showing a pure-blood around the Academy when really he didn't need to know about it if he was just going to be Rosenkreuz's body-guard. But then again one should be well-versed in his or her surroundings for such a job.

"You are welcome, Luke," she replied. Part of her was slightly grateful that he had called her by her name instead of Prefect or anything else. She was becoming tired of answering to "Prefect this" or "Prefect that". She was just a normal student too, she did have a name that didn't begin with Prefect. She wouldn't mind it so much if people just called her Fujiwara or Asuka. It's not like she'd bite their heads off or anything, although she might be tempted to if they pushed the right buttons and angered her. That, in itself, was still even a great feat to accomplish. There was, and only truly is, one person who managed to do that. And that was because he killed her cousin. A particular set of words caused Asuka to snap out of her thoughts as she turned and glanced at Luke. He had spoken of Rosenkreuz falling. She frowned slightly.

"If things had been different, I might have offered him a rope. No one deserves to fall," she muttered to his statement. There was truth behind those words of hers. She would have offered him something, even if it was just her friendship, but that time was over now. Perhaps, one day when she forgave him, she could befriend him. But even then that would take effort and time. The crimes he committed against the school, against her would not make it very easy. Some part of her would always despise him, and even though she said she'd forgive him, forgetting something so...cruel would be difficult. For some odd reason, her thoughts drifted to Sora again. He was the same, yet different. As an assassin, he was required to kill in cold blood, but as a person, there was a side she had seen of his that had her truly wondering if there might have been more to him. She was interrupted from her thoughts though.

"My heart?" Asuka began as Luke spoke. "Oh you mean...wait, no you have it wrong! He's my friend," she waved her hands in front of her face as she felt the flushing of her cheeks burning. She scratched her cheeks nervously as she chuckled lightly. "He's a really important friend to me. That's...that's all really," she stated a bit more calmly now. It was spoken as if she were truly trying to convince herself that was all he was to her: a friend. Someone whom she had become attached to over the years of being at Cross Academy. She sighed in defeat, there was no way she could convince herself of such a thing. Sora had become something much more than a friend to her, even before he first gave her his blood. Of course, she'd never admitted to it, but she had enjoyed their banters and arguments over the years of being at Cross Academy, however;she was startled out of her thoughts when Luke laughed at her statement about vampires and restrooms. It was a rather silly thing to say, but it was true, however; the next statement Luke made caused her to raise an eyebrow and the blush across her cheeks to deepen.

It quickly disappeared though when he spoke of the kid, in which she assumed to be Rosenkreuz. She furrowed her brows slightly and just shook her head. "He could have chosen a different path," were the only words to escape her lips. He didn't have to kill innocent people to push them away. Granted Asuka had mentioned to him that she wouldn't keep Haruka or anyone else away from the white-haired pure-blood that day, and that no matter who a person was; they didn't deserve to be alone. Now, it felt like she should have heeded his advice that day, but who was to say that none of the events that happened wouldn't have happened regardless? She shook her head lightly at the thought. No matter what is thrown their way, it is only one's choice that affects the outcome of something. That is how she saw it. Her thoughts were interrupted when a particular word escaped Luke.

"What?" she questioned, her eyes widening in slight fear. What did he mean by half-ling? Did he know something? Had Rosenkreuz told him about what she was? She turned to fully face him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Did he tell you something about me?" she found herself asking. The only ones who knew of her secret were Sora and Rosenkreuz. Although there was also Haruka, but the girl was more inclined to just think of Asuka as a vampire rather than something in between, however; Rosenkreuz had told her that her secret was not his to tell, and Sora. She trusted Sora enough that she knew he wouldn't say anything to anyone. It is why she felt her guard rise. This stranger knew something, and she didn't like it. If Rosenkreuz had told him anything, it would only further give her reason to stay away from the white-haired pure-blood.

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|“It is true as they say the past makes way for the incomprehensible future."|




Apprehension, Luke could see that very well. It was normal for someone like her to be so. He did not speak immediately as he judged Asuka reaction. As such, the melody from his pocket watch continued to fill in the silence. She seemed to have connected his knowledge about her from being informed by Zenith. It would have been wonderful if that could be of reality. The kid was an impenetrable fortress in terms of information and an unsolvable puzzle in more ways than one. Releasing a sigh, he shrugged his shoulders and then looked out to the windows near him. The night was so quiet and still. But to him, it was more like a calm before the storm. "That kid never tells anyone anything."

His emerald eyes seemed to hold a tinge of sadness at that. If the white pure-blood could share his burdens, it will not be like this. He did not have to stay in the abyss of his own making. "He never says anything which is the main source of all the problems really." Just like Asuka said, the kid could have chosen a different path. But if he had did, the consequence would have been far worse. This was the best course of action really. However, he will not tell this to the female prefect. He was pretty much certain that Zenith will not find this a good thing. But then again, he could offer a lingering sentiment. "I never saw that kid smile even when he was with Amalthea."

He finally closed the golden pocket watch and then stretched his limbs as if depicting he was getting a bit tired. Of course, this was not true. He simply wanted to exercise some of his muscles and all. "So, I was a bit glad that he cared enough to call for me. After all, that kid hates asking for anything." It was then he returned his eyes on Asuka's form. She seemed scared for her secret. Well, he was not going to say anything about it. For him, this was a knowledge he had gained through his years of existence. So, he will not be that difficult if she wanted to know more about herself. Although, he cannot make any promises. One thing is for sure. This so-called secret was not that so much anymore. "Your presence gave it away." Luke fully faced the female prefect who seemed very confused about the knowledge he seemed to know.

"You see, I know someone like you." He then looked at the pocket watch in his hand. This clock was created by him and the melody which always play when it is opened was composed by a special person. "So, I know about your kind long before you were born." He then store it away from prying eyes before looking at Asuka once more. She was kind that much he can tell. If circumstances were different, she would have been such a gentle and a sweet girl without worry. However, the world and life were never considerate of its constituents. This much he could tell because he too experienced the harshness of it all and had seen it many times.

"Technically, you're not alone." He offered her a nonchalant smile. To Asuka, this might seemed to be faintly similar to the question that Alice had once asked of her in the past. Luke then turned his back on the prefect as he continued to walk ahead. After all, they were still on a tour and all. "Back then, your kind is called a Tyrfing, then it became a hybrid, a half-ling and now a Dhampir." He stated as he walked ahead with a casual yet steady stride. There was nothing to be feared of other people hearing him. Because right now, there was just only the two of them. "Personally, I prefer the title for them as a child of love."

Looking over his shoulder, there was a gentle smile on his lips before returning his attention to the front. He placed his arms behind his head as he trudged on. "But for you, I like Asuka more." He was not that keen on hiding anything relevant about Dhampirs. Although, there would be some information he will withhold. The reason, it was not the proper time to be known. Someday, but not right now. So if Asuka would like to ask something, he was willing to answer to the best of his abilities. However, it will not always be positive all the time. How ironic, it was the same with decisions and actions and of course, life. There was no arguing about that.



Empty golden eyes looked at the notes written on the board. The class was still in session and Luke was still on his self-dubbed 'Amazing Exciting Wonderful Cross Academy Tour'. It seemed that the blonde pure-blood had yet to stop doing such silly antics. However, he was not particularly annoyed or bothered by it. Somehow, he finds it comforting which he would not admit to the said pure-blood. Luke would only make a big deal out of it which he had done earlier by trying to make him smile. Anyway, he had forgotten the feeling of companionship. He had been used all his life in solitude. Being with others had become a peculiar thing. Most of the time, he only has O and before that his sister, Amalthea.

But, his sister was already lost to him. Speaking of which, the familiar was still at the infirmary guarding Yamazaki. The girl has still yet to awaken but was announced to be out of the woods. All that remained was the girl's own will. As for him, he had no reason to visit the human. He had already made his stand and that was simply it. He was an enemy and they must stay away. The only thing he will welcome from them are apprehension and hatred. However, he will not recall O to his side if the familiar wanted to ensure the girl's safety. This much he will allow for the time being. He then returned his attention to the lesson at hand. That is when he noticed another pure-blood in the class. This would be a relative of Tsukino.

Zenith had heard of her through O and reading some documents handed by the Headmaster Jackson before. The female pure-blood seemed different from Tsukino. It was not due to appearance or anything profound in his opinion. They simply differ on how to approach things. Whether this was a good thing or not, he has yet to know. Although, he did notice her tremble which appeared to be like a trick of the eye. Yet, this was a certainty to him. He wondered if something happened. Anyway, the girl began to write something on her note. He decided to put this matter aside for now as he looked at his notes again. But, he did wonder where Luke was now. Hopefully, the blonde pure-blood was not talking too much or getting into troubles so early in the day.

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"Not alone. Why does it feel like those words never mattered to begin with?"




Asuka took a step back when Luke explained. He knew someone, like her. This feeling that encased her, she couldn't describe it. This whole time, trying to hide something that technically wasn't a secret, it was due to her own fear of not knowing. Would it have made a difference if she had exposed herself to such a thing? She listened intently to the words he spoke, listing off the names of what they used to call her kind. There was a list that changed over the course of years. She wondered how many others there were that were like her, hiding for fear. She shook her head slightly. It would take some time to digest this information fully.

For all she knew, the blonde could be lying to her, however; there was reasoning to believe that he wasn't. Why would he? She took a deep breath as she lost herself to thought. It truly was a lot for her to take in. If she wasn't alone, she wouldn't have to worry about keeping herself so...guarded. It felt freeing in a way to know this. Then, there was the word alone. She wasn't alone. Somehow, it felt as if she never was. She had Haruka and Sora. That was enough for her. She had them, and as long as she did, she would never have to feel alone. Although she knew he meant that she wasn't alone in a sense of race than anything else, it still felt irrelevant. Glancing back at the pure-blood, she studied his face, looking for any signs of deceit, however; she found nothing.

"There are questions I have, but," she stated as she glanced towards the clock just in time to see the minute hand strike the clock. The shrill sound of the bell echoed through the halls, signaling time for lunch. "I think it is best if it's left for another time. You should go enjoy your lunch with the one you are guarding," she stated as she left the blonde haired pure-blood. She was washed away with the crowd of students who were anxious to sit and talk with the Night Class. It was the only time they could, and it still required Asuka to be a prefect, however; she had things to think about. Namely the new information that was provided to her.

As such, she wanted to be alone. There was only one place she could truly be so. With that in mind, she grabbed her lunch from the cafeteria, avoiding others as best as she could and made her way outside. She followed the trail she had found before the events of the festival, before the explosion. It was nice to know that the trail was still there. It hadn't been touched and the landscape appeared as if no one else had dared venture through it. She was slightly grateful for that because it meant no one else would know of it and no one else would be able to stumble upon her as she contemplated everything. When she reached the area, she set her food down and allowed herself to sit against a tree. The familiar shriek of the one that was hers echoed through the air as Snow appeared.

"It appears you have new information. Tell me, how does it affect you now that you know you are not the only one," he stated, his piercing blue eyes staring at his master as he awaited her answer. He had heard everything Luke had spoken of. There were others like his master, others that had been around for ages it seemed. How was it that there was no information about them though? What was it about these, Dhampirs, that history cared not to record them as they had pure-bloods and other vampires? Did they simply not leave a large enough impact on the world as the others had? Did they die out too fast to be recorded in time? There were so many questions that surrounded the mystery that was a Dhampir.

"It doesn't affect me at all, which is weird. I thought I'd be happy, relieved almost, to know I wasn't the only one," she stated as she handed Snow a small portion of her food. He simply stared at it before returning his attention to his master. "I suppose a part of me is relieved to know that, but," she stated, pulling her knee's up to her chest so she could rest her head against them. How could she describe what it was that she wanted to say? It was still confusing to her. Then again, it wasn't meant to be simple to begin with. Snow could sense the distraught within his master and simply left the conversation where it was.

"Are you going to feed this to me? Really, Asuka," he decided to change the subject as he pushed at the cafeteria food upon the plate. It was a bit of a sight really which caused Asuka to smile and laugh softly at her familiar. "Beggars can't be chooser's. You can either eat it, or you can go find your own food," she replied as he merely frowned at the comment. He could be a beggar if he chose to be, because in the end, Asuka would always cave in to his needs as a familiar. And this case it was food. Snow merely scoffed at the notion before something floated through his mind.

"You should be more expressive in your emotions, especially those towards a certain person," he stated, causing Asuka to tilt her head in confusion. Snow merely smiled, as best as a bird could, before he continued playing with the substance she called food that was placed in front of him. Asuka frowned at his statement. Be more expressive? How so? For all she knew, she expressed them pretty well, especially when she was concerned for someone. How else could she be expressive?

"Should I be aware of what you are trying to tell me?" she retorted. Snow merely smiled with his bright blue eyes.

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|“Do you really believe in that saying where all have two sides just like a discarded coin."|




Thoughtful green eyes watched as Asuka was swallowed by crowd of gathering students. It seemed this is what was meant by the saying, saved by the bell. But, he does wonder who was saved from this scenario. He was engrossed in such a trivial thought in which he had failed to instantly notice the day class students ogling him. Instantly jumping to his feet, he showed the human students a bright smile. Upon seeing this, they instantly blushed even the boys were not excused from this. There was just something about Luke which draws people to him with a sense of giddiness. "Au revoir! Time for my lunch date!" After saying that, he quickly escaped the throng of people which resembled like a cartoon character, specifically roadrunner.

On the other hand, Zenith simply kept his notes as the lunch bell rang. The morning classes were now done and over with. Most of the students of the night class would probably retreat to more secluded grounds. Others will go to the cafeteria and secure tables while they take their daily doses in secrecy. In any case, it was not his concern to begin with. As he finally stood from his seat, the students were still in their places. It would appear they were waiting for his leave first. His response was simply walking towards the exit when, "Leaving without me?" It seemed that Luke had finally returned as those golden eyes looked at him over Zenith's shoulder. He was met with such a carefree smile.

“Let us go." That was all the white pure-blood stated as he finally made his leave. As for Luke, he stood from his chair as well and stretched his limbs for a while. "Don't mind him, he's just shy." Luke stated with a playful wink before skipping after the pure-blood king with such cheer. At a different time, they will quickly go to the Rosenkreuz heir without question. Although, they will always keep a polite distance. But, it was not the same with this newcomer. So, why was that? What is exactly the relationship between the two? Of course, there were many theories but, the truth can only be revealed by the two pure-bloods who was arbitrarily different from each other.

As the two walked along the now people-filled corridors, Luke knew that Zenith was curious. It is true the white pure-blood never asks for anything. However, he had known the kid for a long time to know what was eating the said pure-blood at certain situations. "I met Asuka. You didn't tell me about her." Upon hearing this, Zenith stopped from his stride in which some of passing students and observers watched the scene unfolding before them. Luke noticed this and stopped a few steps ahead of the white pure-blood who remained vacant for any kind of emotions. “What did you tell her." Even when it was spoken with such an empty and monotone voice, Luke knew well what Zenith was truly feeling behind those words.

"Nothing which concerns you." Just like that, green and gold met each other's steady and unflinching gaze. As for the spectators, they were not sure what was going on. Silence reigned between the two who had now been immediately dubbed as the hottest men at campus. However, the stillness was soon broken by Luke who sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Shall we talk in private, then?" Zenith gave a mere nod and walked passed Luke who shook his head in response. The white pure-blood was still too naive overall. However, it was not a bad thing on certain situations. Yet, it does not mean that Zenith was innocent. Everyone knew this was far from the truth. In this world, no one was truly pure and does not have a darkness to carry. They were just good at hiding it, that is all.



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"That guy is interfering." Ruby red eyes glistened with irritation as different-colored marbles surrounded her. There were even various decorated cards scattered about as she lay there on the white floor. Her snow-white haired fanned out underneath her like ephemeral wings while she was holding one marble above her. Through this, she watched over the events at the infamous Cross Academy. "What guy?" Ex asked casually as he was reading a particular novel, Bram Stoker's Dracula. Currently, they were ordered to stand down until further instructions. He was not too happy about it, but orders are orders. On Alice's case, it was a different matter. Hell hath known a woman's fury. "The Queen's most important person."

Hearing that, Ex closed the book he was reading abruptly and turned around his chair to face Alice who was still lying on the floor. "Oh, that guy. What does he want?" Alice narrowed her eyes in anger as she sat up and threw the marble she was holding into the wall effectively shattering it into pieces. This was enough for Ex to guess that it has something to do with the most coveted blood of the roses. Alice was really obsessive and possessive of the Rosenkreuz pure-blood. Well, he can't blame her. "I have to go. He does not need anyone but me." As she stated that with such conviction, she quickly stood up and went towards the doors. Ex released a sigh at this. It was practically useless for when Alice touched the handles, she pushed away with such force. In short, they were both captives. "Dahlia is in-charge remember?" Alice removed some of her hair at her face and pouted unhappily.



"You do know, Amalthea is not your world." Luke calmly stated as he leaned on the tree behind him with his arms crossed over his chest. Currently, he was at some secret place where Zenith used to relax without the worry of ever being found out. "She told you that subtly and even directly many times." Emerald eyes looked at the white pure-blood who stood at the edge of a cliff which was overlooking Cross Academy perfectly. The matter about Asuka had been cleared although, Luke did earn a few words of contempt. That is why he has this terrible feeling which was also good. But mostly, terrible. “I know." This was Zenith's comment as he continued to look at the visage of the academy. Luke shook his head at this and released another sigh.

"You liked Asuka? Don't you?" Luke asked without much of a delay or even created a perfect transition for such a topic. Zenith on the other hand simply lowered the gaze of his eyes to the ground. Yet, there was nothing else that changed in his demeanor. Like that, silence hanged on the white pure-blood's corner. "I'm going to guess, you are not the one she likes. Well, you made that much certain." Yet, there was no response from the white pure-blood. Luke knew that Zenith would have effectively hidden any kind of actions which will be considered as such. The kid would even employ methods to make such wonderful deeds an act of another while he fades into the background.

"I'm not going to interfere with your matters. But, don't be like me." Luke stated as he removed himself from the tree and stood properly as he looked at Zenith who was now facing him fully. Golden eyes which showed nothing held those green eyes which revealed such sadness an painful regret. “No, this is all me." Luke closed his eyes and shook his head. Yes, the kid was more stubborn than a mule. But, if this is what is needed. Then, so be it. And with that, the bell soon rang signifying the end of lunch break.

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“Sometimes, I hate what I can do. What use is seeing things if there’s never anything you can do about them?”



Sachiko glanced back down at the words and pictures in her notebook. Sure enough, three faces stared back at her, and she thought… she wasn’t sure, but she thought they must be in some kind of danger. Three people that Sora knew… but three more different people, she could not have imagined. There was Asuka, the girl he spoke of, who didn’t smell quite human, the human Haruka with the hair like fire, and… Zenith Rosenkreuz. If Sachiko had still bothered to form opinions about the strangeness of the things she saw, she would think it very odd indeed that she was having visions involving him, since the ones that came to her most often were of the people closest to her, and by extension, the people closest to Sora. She recalled that the two had been roommates, but… she wasn’t sure Sora had much of an opinion on the man, even.

She’d asked him, once, if he was angry at Zenith for what he’d done, and he’d told her that hate was a useless emotion that made people weak. What the white-haired vampire had done was reprehensible, and there was no excuse for it, but he didn’t hate him, and he wasn’t angry, it appeared. She’d taken her own cues from that and decided not to be upset either, though of course she would be stupid not to be wary. And yet… perhaps he still deserved a warning.

Though in all honesty, she wasn’t really sure how any of them would take what she had to say. She wanted to meet with each of them, to see if this would trigger further information, but clairvoyance was not one of the more common vampiric talents, and she had met people before who didn’t believe her when she said she had it. It figured that what caused her so much trouble was supposed to be a gift, and one that most people didn’t even think truly existed. Then again, most people didn’t know about vampires.

Well… she might have to see Zenith about this matter eventually, but she was far too wary to approach him first, and Haruka was still unconscious, so… that left Asuka. It wasn’t hard to pick out the young woman’s unique scent considering her training, and Sachiko waited until she was out of sight of the day class before picking up speed, following the smell of Asuka until she reached the spot where the girl sat, accompanied by a white owl. Ah, her familiar. Sora said his name was Snow? That seemed right to her. Aware that her sudden appearance out of seemingly nowhere might be a little alarming, she smiled disarmingly. “Ah, hello there, Asuka-chan,” she said mildly. “I was hoping that perhaps I could talk to you for a moment? Oh, my apologies, where are my manners? I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced.” What happened outside the school gate a few days ago probably didn’t qualify.

“It just feels like I’ve known you for a while.” The other girl’s face had been in her visions a few times, which was how she’d even known to ask Sora about her in the first place, and while he never gave away any of her personal information, she could tell from the way he spoke about her, with just a hint of a smile on his face, that she was important to him, and that meant Sachiko wanted to know everything she could about the person who could make her infamously-cold cousin smile again, even just a little. Bowing, she rose and smiled, taking a seat crosslegged across from the brunette prefect. “My name is Sachiko Tsukino. I’m Sora’s cousin. He… probably didn’t mention me, but there it is.” Falling silent, the pureblood woman waited patiently either for a return introduction, permission to make her queries, or perhaps both. She’d also, of course, be happy to talk about her cousin, because honestly, she was curious about this woman who seemed to have had such an effect on him.

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"Sometimes, meeting people can be either for the good or the worse. Somehow, I get this feeling it will be a good meeting."




Asuka was currently enjoying watching her familiar struggle with the food. For once, she did not cave in to his needs for food and had threatened him if he didn't eat what she offered him. Of course he didn't believe her, however, a strange glint in her eyes told him otherwise. As such, he was currently eating the contents although the look in his eyes was screaming murder. Asuka smiled in triumph as she poked his cheeks in the process. For some odd reason, he reminded her of a hamster that stuffed its face with sunflower seeds before they began to puff out. He merely glared at his master before they were both interrupted. The girl from the beginning of the School year approached, excusing herself before introducing herself.

"Ah, so you are Sachiko! He...he mentioned you and Kaede a while back," she replied, a warm smile lingering on her lips in the process. Snow merely stared at the newcomer, unaware if he should speak or act differently. Asuka, who noted his change in demeanor, glanced at Sachiko. Well, if she was Sora's cousin, there was no harm in her knowing about Snow. "This is Snow, by the way. He's my familiar," she stated as she gently pushed on the white avian creature. Snow merely shifted his gaze from his master to the Tsukino girl in front of him. She resembled the other Tsukino greatly, however; there was something a bit different. She exerted a sense of warmth that Snow couldn't describe, and as such he merely opted to study the girl.

"Oh sure, um I suppose. I don't see the harm in having a conversation with Sora-chan's cousin," she replied to the girl's inquiry. "He seems to care greatly for you and Kaede," she stated, a warm glow falling into her eyes in the process. The way he had spoken of the two, it was as if they were on par to being his lovers, or something of that sort. Of course, he had then explained his family's different traditions from the other pure-blood families. This caused Asuka to tilt her head slightly. Did Sachiko experience the same thing as Sora? If so, it was truly a sad thing. This girl, from what Asuka could see, was nothing like Sora in the way she carried herself. Where Sora had seemed a bit reserved, Sachiko was more...bright. Was that the right word?

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself!" Asuka stated suddenly. Although she probably didn't need to seeing as Sachiko knew her name already, it was still the polite thing to do. "I am Asuka Fujiwara, but I am sure you knew that already," she stated as she laughed nervously. She then pointed to Snow and spoke, "If I would have known I'd have company, I would have offered to share my lunch. But he seems to have eaten it all," she stated as Snow merely shrugged. He was hungry, what can he say about that? As such, he flew so that he landed next to the Tsukino girl, landing just inches away from her lap before glancing at his master. He then made his way into the girl's lap as she sat across from Asuka, making himself comfortable before falling into a light nap. Asuka only laughed nervously at her familiar.

"So, what can I do for you, Sachiko-chan?" she asked. The girl had wanted to have a conversation, and Asuka wasn't going to say no. After the new information she received from Luke, she wasn't so keen on keeping what she was a secret any longer. If Sachiko had inquired about the odd scent Asuka radiated, she'd be more than happy to oblige in a truthful answer. Not that she had a reason to lie any longer, and for some odd reason, it was a comforting thought. Plus, how close Sachiko and Sora were, she wouldn't mind getting to know a bit more of the black-haired pure-blood who always seemed to manage sating her thirst when it arose.

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“After you’ve been in the world for long enough, meeting new people comes to be one of the nicest things you can do—because almost nothing else is ever new.”



A familiar? Well, wasn’t that interesting? Sachiko wondered if maybe Asuka was a human with some vampiric abilities, or a vampire who smelled mostly like a human. Either way, it really didn’t matter. She was Asuka, and that was whatever she wanted it to be. This was an attitude that she and her cousin had both learned from their friends, not their family, and they shared it quite deeply. “Then hello to you as well, Snow,” she said with a smile, inclining her head as if greeting an honored guest, but the effect was a little bit ruined by the giggle that escaped her when the owl decided that her lap was a good place to sleep. Smiling, she stroked his feathers gently and looked back up at Asuka.

She noted the warmth in the other girl’s eyes when she spoke of Sora, and her small smile grew a little wider. He’s had so few people to love him… are you willing to take that risk? She thought the question, but did not ask it aloud, instead shaking her head. “He does care, in his own way. Sora’s not very good with his feelings, I’m afraid…” the smile dropped off her face, and she looked sad for a moment, her mouth turning down at the corners. “They made him so, I’m afraid.” But she did her best to chase away the gloom. This was supposed to be a nice conversation, even if it may also turn into a warning.

At the mention of lunch, Sachiko snapped her fingers as though remembering something, then reached into the small bag at her side and fishing out a bottle of pills and another of water. Dropping one of the little white tablets into the clear liquid, she watched with vague distaste as it turned red, then shot Asuka a wry look. “If you have a familiar, do you use these? I think they’re awful, but unlike my cousin, being able to starve is not something I take pride in, and I’d rather avoid it if at all possible.” She shuddered slightly, then pinched her nose shut and drank the water down quickly, shaking her head a little when it was done and scrunching up her nose. It really did taste awful. Putting the bottles back in her bag, she dug the notebook out of it and set this on her knee, still careful not to disturb snow aside from the gentle petting she was giving him.

Of course, it came around to business then, and Sachiko sighed. “I really would just like to have a nice conversation with you, Asuka-chan, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to say some other things first.” Looking down at Snow, she tilted her head to one side and kept going. “I think you might be familiar with my kind, at least to an extent, and perhaps you know that some of us, particularly the purebloods, have unique powers? Well, everyone in my family can manipulate lightning—” she held up her free hand and let sparks jump from between her fingertips—“But some of us are afforded further talent. I, for example, am what you might call clairvoyant. I can see things, bits and pieces of the present and the future, what might be. It’s not always useful, and I don’t really get to decide what I see, but… earlier today, I saw you.”

Flipping open the notebook, she stopped on a page occupied by three portraits: Asuka, Haruka, and Zenith. The amount of detail and realism in the drawings was extraordinary; whatever else she may be, Sachiko was a talented artist. “I think… the three of you might be in danger. It’s hard to say, exactly, but for some reason, your three faces came up at the same point in the vision I had. I could be interpreting it wrong, but…” She trailed off. She’d felt fear. Not just in general, but fear for them. That on its own was a powerful indication of something, because she barely knew them.

Flipping to the next page, she showed the other girl three new portraits: one of Ex, one of Alice, and one of a woman with long, dark hair and a coy smile. “These three… they have something to do with it, I think. I’ve never met any of them before, but they were associated in my mind. They may even be together right now, but whatever the case, they have something to do with the danger you’re in. There are others, too, a man I couldn’t see very well, a woman floating in a tank of some kind, and someone that I can never see, no matter how hard I try.” Her lips pursed. That last one, she’d been seeking for a very long time, but was never able to find. She hadn’t known he had anything to do with these other people until she’d tried to seek out the source of her nameless fears in her vision. It was the same prohibitive foreboding she got every time he was near, but still unseen.

“I have a name though. Or, a title, rather. He calls himself the Contra Mundi, and he’s the same person that had my family killed—twice.” She fell silent, giving Asuka the opportunity to process this. She might simply refuse to believe it—that was a fairly common reaction for Sachiko to get. But, she didn’t know those second three people, and if Asuka maybe did, perhaps she could help anyway, by at least making her a little wary of them. “I’m very sorry to just suddenly dump all of this on you, but… I wouldn’t have felt right not warning you. The future is so uncertain—I don’t always see things so clearly. When I do… it’s usually because they’re half-done already, almost inevitable. Just please… be careful. Sora cares about you, and I think I understand why. Losing you… I think it would kill him.”

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"I've never believed our future is set for us. We choose what to make of it, but even so...I can't help but feel this dreadful feeling."




Snow instinctively leaned into the touch of the pure-blood girl and allowed a soft squeak of appreciation passed his beak. Asuka scoffed at her familiar as words were exchanged between the two, however; she was brought out of it when Sachiko spoke. That much she knew, or at least guessed at. He had spoken of what his family put their members through and Asuka couldn't help but feel sad about it. Then again, she had never been inclined to know he tradition's of pure-bloods since she herself wasn't one. She was merely a being in between who had yet to find out what exactly that meant for her. She glanced at Sachiko, noticing the sadness hovering before she shook it away. Then, she questioned Asuka about something peculiar.

"Yes, I am aware of those bitter things," Asuka replied, referring to the blood tablets as she scrunched up her nose in the process. "I...I am not a vampire, but I am not exactly human either," Asuka stated, pulling her legs up to her chest in the process. The subject, even though she was less worried about, was still delicate for Asuka to delve in. She wasn't exactly sure how to begin with, especially telling someone who doesn't know about it. The only people who knew were Zenith, Sora, and now Luke. "I'll admit though, Sora has given me his blood on two occasions. I am extremely grateful for that," she muttered nervously against her legs, her face turning a light shade in the process.

The next sentence that escaped from the pure-blood girl had Asuka listening intently. She knew of pure-bloods and their unique abilities. The same could be said for vampires who fell under the level of B, otherwise known as nobles. It wasn't a big secret about the abilities, Asuka had one herself, although she's never used it. On purpose at least. A clairvoyant? At this, Asuka tilted her head a bit until Sachiko continued to explain. So she could see the future, sort of. But the thing that grabbed Asuka's attention the most was the fact that Sachiko had seen her. She then showed Asuka the pictures of some unfamiliar faces, however; one stood out greatly.

"Ah, that's Alice, Rosenkreuz's sister," she stated, pointing to the small girl. Odd, why was the girl in the picture? She hadn't known the girl very long, and although she did get a weird feeling from the girl, there truly wasn't anything that set off alarms to Asuka. The girl was simply an enigma to her, particularly with the way she would state things. Perhaps she should be more careful then? Once Sachiko finished, Asuka allowed the information to digest, trying to put everything together without appearing to be frustrated about it. Haruka, Zenith, and herself seemed to be in danger, or at least that is what Sachiko had interpreted from her vision. If that were the case, she would need to be more wary. She would have to keep a closer eye on Haruka now, and Zenith...well he had his body-guard and was a pure-blood who could handle his own if need be.

She smiled softly at Sachiko as the information still processed in her mind. "Thank you Sachiko-chan, I'll be careful," she stated, releasing her legs and sat in a manner like Sachiko. The last sentence caused Asuka's cheeks to burn slightly. "Ah, well...I," she stuttered in the process. She cared about Sora to, but she couldn't exactly put what it was the reason why she cared so much. It wasn't because he had given her his blood, twice. Nor was it because of the events that had happened the last year and a half. There was something more to it that she could never place her finger on. She inhaled deeply before releasing it slowly.

"She cares about the boy to. She just doesn't know how to explain it properly. In my opinion, it is something far deeper than that. After all, the boy satisfies her thirst...and she doesn't even know why," Snow pitched in, one eye cracked open with an evil glint shining behind the blue gem. If he could have, he would have smirked at the furious blush that covered his master's face. This was his way of getting back at her for the food. She wanted nothing more than to hide now thanks to Snow, however; she merely frowned and tried to push the blush away.

"Please, don't tell Sora that," she stated, laughing nervously in the process. She wasn't quite sure why she didn't want him to know, but if the time came, she would tell him herself. She did declare not too long ago that he was important to her, and that he was part of her world that she couldn't see herself without. He and Haruka, they were her friends. She wanted nothing more than to protect them. But still, that wasn't quite it with him though.

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“The future is always changing. But, for that reason alone, you should never let an opportunity for happiness pass you by. It might not be there tomorrow.”



Sachiko was genuinely a bit surprised to hear that Sora had given up his blood twice to Asuka. She’d known, of course, that he considered her a very dear friend, and she knew how he actually felt, even if he didn’t, but she wouldn’t necessarily have expected that out of him. Sora occasionally forgot that not everyone in the world was as strong as he was, and she’d swear he’d forget that vampires even drank real blood if it hadn’t been for the fact that he’d occasionally caught an associate looking the wrong way at her or Kaede. To straightforwardly offer such a thing was evidence of a level of consideration she thought he’d forgotten how to show. It was interesting, that was for sure, and the pinking of Asuka’s cheeks was also interesting, and a thoughtful little smile spread over her face.

Maybe she shouldn’t be so surprised. Though he tended to act the part of the self-interested jerk, Sora had a big heart, and was truly generous with his time, his energy, and apparently, his blood. Well, it wasn’t like he’d suffer too many ill effects from letting her drink it, but still. Tsukinos were brought up not to do that, so he was defying the rules of his house for her. Sachiko wondered if Asuka understood what that meant.

Her thoughts were taken elsewhere, though, when the girl identified one of the three people she didn’t know as Zenith’s sister. If she looked at the portrait right, she could see the resemblance, but there’s been something about that girl… from Zenith himself, the only impression Sachio had really received was temperate neutrality—which alone convinced her that he wasn’t exactly evil, but the girl… she’d been chillingly-cold. It was strange. They just didn’t seem to be the same at all in her head, physical resemblance or no. Still, she had no reason to believe Asuka was making that up, so she shook her head. “Well, whatever the case, watch out around her. That much, I do know,” she replied thoughtfully, but then her smile returned.

She looked down at Snow and winked at the owl. This one could very easily become her partner in crime… well, if matchmaking was a crime. Still, she shouldn’t push too hard. Sora wouldn’t react well to that. He had to do things at his own pace or he was never satisfied with the result. Still, if she could make him feel like it was his own pace, while actually making him move a little quicker… that might work too. Asuka’s blush was making her a very bright shade of red, and Sachiko laughed lightly. “Don’t worry; I promise I won’t tell him.” Not directly, anyway. Unlike Asuka, she understood perfectly well what Snow was implying. The years between the first slaughter of her family and the second had forced her into a much more prominent position in the house, and she’d been exposed more to vampire society as a whole. Though she was still really an outsider to that culture, she had learned many of its nuances, and this aspect to the sharing of blood was one of them.

“But you know, Asuka-chan, opportunities don’t last forever. Tomorrow is a different day, and I of all people would know that things can change very quickly. Sometimes, leaving important things unsaid can be more painful than saying them and risking your heart.” She said it with the air of someone who knew very well what she was talking about. Sachiko had been in love once, but that had ended a long time ago now, yet the unspoken words lay heavy on her heart all the same. She’d accepted his death, and moved on, but… she still wished she’d told him, though she knew she would have been rejected all the same.

Sighing lightly, Sachiko’s smile brightened. “Well, now that the gloomy stuff is out of the way, is there anything else you’d like to talk about? If you need to get back to the school, I can certainly walk with you, though I’m sure my cousin will take care of the rounds in the meantime.”

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"Opportunities often pass us by. And by the time we realize it, they've already disappeared into nothing more than a haze of a memory. I don't want to let an opportunity pass me by, because what could have been, should have been."




"I like this girl," Snow simply replied at the girl's wink. There was an evil glint in his eye, one Asuka shivered at. This glint only appeared when Snow was planning something that would be extremely embarrassing for Asuka, or completely horrifying. Whatever the case, she would need to be wary of the avian creature for now. He was up to no good, and she had a dreadful feeling about it. She returned her attention towards Sachiko and nodded. She will be more cautious around the Rosenkreuz's sister if she returned to the school. Rosenkreuz was the only one who returned, not Alice. It was strange to Asuka at first, seeing as the two were nearly inseparable when they were together that time, but she thought nothing more of it.

"Don't worry Sachiko-chan, I will do my best!" she stated returning the girl's smile. Snow merely ignored the look Asuka gave him and decided it was time to leave the comfort of Sachiko's lap. "Thank you Sachiko. I--" she paused, pursing her lips together. She searched for the words she wanted to say as the corner of her lips pulled slightly. "I can't really explain why he's important to me, but that's okay. He's my friend so that's all that matters," she finally replied, however; the next few words that Sachiko spoke only succeeded in causing Asuka to cast her gaze to the floor. She could feel something in her heart at those words. It wasn't a painful feeling, but no other words could describe it. It felt like someone was lightly tickling her heart, so it felt odd.

Words left unspoken. It was something that slightly confused Asuka until Sachiko spoke of the heart. A sudden increase in her heartbeat caused Asuka to rub her collar bone as she tried to fight the oncoming blush on her face. She didn't think of Sora that way, did she? She furrowed her brows slightly. He was important to her, he was her friend, and he was her partner in prefect duties. There was nothing more than that. Or was there? She was confused now. The only thing she succeeded in doing was causing her heart beat to increase with every thought of it. Well, there was that incident where she had kissed him, but it was done out of whim. She hadn't control of herself and it just seemed the most natural thing to do. After all, he had just gave her his blood again and in a way, it was a way of saying thank you on her part. She was brought out of her thoughts by Sachiko who mentioned returning to class.

"Ah, yes the bell has rung to return I suppose, but seeing as I am a prefect, I don't mind doing a patrol to make sure all the students return to class. It would be asking too much of Sora to do it by himself," she replied, returning Sachiko's smile as the color receded from her face. "I don't know what it is that I want to say to your cousin, but," she paused once more, standing from her spot as Snow made his way to her shoulder. She glanced at him before turning her attention back to Sachiko. This girl, she was so easy to speak with, and Asuka found comfort in it. Perhaps it was her relation to a certain other Tsukino, however; she knew it was something much deeper than that.

"I will not let an opportunity pass me by. I don't think I could handle the outcome if I did," she finished. Snow merely shook his head with a light chuckle. His master truly was ignorant to the matters of her own heart. He knew she had a feeling of what she was truly feeling, but she wouldn't act upon it. Not because she didn't want to, but because she didn't know how. In the six and a half years his been alive with her, he has never seen such an emotion affect her so much. The only reason why he knew of more things than she did was because Snow actually invested his time in learning about vampires and their culture. As odd as it was, Snow would occasionally converse with various vampires during the times he was away from Asuka. Of course the vampires thought nothing of it due to him being a familiar.

"Ah, but if you want to join me in doing the patrols, I wouldn't mind! I could use the company, plus it's nice talking with you. I don't think I've been this comfortable talking with anyone so freely besides Sora-chan and Haruka-chan," she stated, smiling brightly in the process. She truly wouldn't mind. Sachiko brought an easiness and comfort that Asuka couldn't explain, but she enjoyed it.

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There was nothing.

Darkness, a soundless void, there was nothing there, nothing here, nothing anywhere. It made it so clear now, the void pointed out the faults of the world, proved every point, turned everything that had been white into black, putting out the light like putting out a weak flame. The void made it clear now, that everything was pointless. Haruka could see now, that the fight was useless, there was nothing she would honestly live for.

She had no family, all of two friends- if you could call them that -and she had ventured into a world that she had no right to be in. This world was like the void she was no trapped in. Empty. Useless. Dark. Cold. There was no hope, no sense of freedom, there was nothing. That was the point through, it made sense that the pain was numbed by darkness and the cold, that she was no blind from everything and anything. There was really nothing here. Haruka could feel the unrelenting weight of the darkness pushing down onto her shoulders, and it was taking everything she had to stand up-right, to stay standing, to not allow herself to give in to this cruel darkness. It was pointless, no matter how hard she blinked, no matter how hard she glared at the darkness around her, she could see nothing, feel nothing but the weight that was trying to push her down under the water.

It was clear she was going to lose this fight.

her knees were shaking, ready to give out, and when they did, they hit something hard. The impact jarred her body, gave a slight shock that woke her mind from the haze it had been placed under just in time to feel the sharp pain of something stabbing into her arm. Just them, a light appeared. The light captivated her completely, stunning her into silence and making her inner struggle vanish for a short moment. She had seen this light before, but it was just a dim memory compared to now. The light source came from a beautiful glowing butterfly and stood out against the darkness bravely. It slowly came closer, before resting on her shoulder for a brief moment. A small voice whispered words Haruka couldn't make out, and then the small, glowing creature started to fly away.

It happened quickly, like a fast breeze, the creature slowly started to disintegrate, it's golden ashes falling down onto Haruka, lighting up her form in the darkness, lifting the weight from her form, but catching her on fire in the process. Her legs gave out, making her lose her footing, and as she fell, the ground gave out. The golden ashes sank into her body, setting her blood on fire, and once again, she was left in darkness.

Haruka wanted to scream and thrash around, but she was so tired. She wanted to sleep, to let the pain win so it could go away, so she could finally be at peace, and so, she started to quit, she stopped fighting, stopped being strong. She was tired of being strong. She didn't want to have to be strong, Haru wanted to be one of the weak humans that had to be protected, just this once, she wanted to be the ignorant school girl with a perfect family, a big dog that likes to chance around her little cat, a hard-working, loving father and a responsible, caring mother, she wanted a little brother that would look up to her and a best friend that she could tell everything too, she wanted to not know about all of the dark secrets of this world, it was clear now, that if she kept this up, death would be the only answer for her. Humans didn't belong in this Darkness, they were meant to be in the light, to be ignorant on the subject of Vampires, she should have never known how true these myths were, and because she did, she would die.

Just once, Haruka wanted to be normal, and she wanted to die so that it would all end.

"Be strong, Haruka-san. You're a strong girl aren't you?"

She wanted to scoff at the voice that broke through her darkness. Of course she was strong, only someone strong could have stayed alive this long in the darkness, if she was weak, she would already be dead, or be that ignorant girl she once hopped she would be. Yes. She was strong. And she hated it. Because she was strong, she couldn't quit now. Haruka made a small sound, something between a sigh and a growl, before she tensed up her body, and per-paired for the fall. It lasted for god only knows how long, for all she knew, it could have been minuets, hours, days, weeks, months, years, all she knew was that she was falling, and that the further down she got, the less pain there was. After what seemed like forever, Haruka could feel herself getting a grip on everything again, she could feel everything coming back to her. After all of this time, Haruka had made her mind up about something. She hated Vampires. And Humans. She hated everyone. When she woke up, she would become a hermit, she would still be a Prefect, she wanted to protect everyone that couldn't protect themselves, but other than that, she wanted to be alone, that way, when this darkness finally took her life, no one would have to cry over her dead body.

Suddenly, she hit something, it was hard and cold, but after a moment, she felt herself starting to skin into what felt like water. Pitch black water. She was able to move her arms and legs again, and so Haruka thrashed around, no wanting to drown, each time she took in a deep breath, it felt like water was filling her lungs, her heart was beating in over drive, and her lings burnt as much as the rest of her body. A white hot searing light flooded all around her, blinding her, burning her worst than the darkness had, and then, she opened her eyes.

The fire was gone, as was the darkness and the searing white light. She could hear the heart monitor in the background, the beeping slowly calming, and she could clearly see the white ceiling above her. Haruka's body was drenched in sweat, through she felt cold, and her breath was coming out in quiet, ragged breaths. She was alive, the pain was gone, the darkness was gone, it was all gone, and she was alive. Slowly, Haruka let out a much calmer breath that she felt like she had been holding, and allowed her tense body to relax. She was alive. For now.

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"I was wondering when you would call for me, Headmaster." This was the casual greeting of the new addition to the Night Class and rather popular at that. His smile seemingly innocent and candid was not what it seems for those eyes of emerald green shone with something rather incomprehensible. "You have finally come out of the rock you were hiding underneath." There was no sarcasm nor twisted humor in that tone. Instead, it was delivered with such a matter-of-fact tone. One would consider it to be truth and nothing else. Those obsidian eyes gazed at the guest he had summoned for. "And you are still the same..." There was a pause in that statement as Luke looked at Hughes curiously. On second thought, his statement would not be accurate. It was then his face broke again into its normal enthusiasm. "Oh, you do look different now."

Hughes released a small sigh at this gesture and words. "Unlike you, time affects us." After stating that, he stood from his chair and went towards Luke who was lounging so lazily at the sofa. Green meet black as if there was no need for words to be expressed. Yet, there will always be a want to do so. "Don't get in my way Luke." As he stated that, he placed both of his hands on the arms of the sofa. It effectively trapped the pureblood in position as Hughes lowered his face so dangerously close to Luke's. The jovial expression of which could be said as the pureblood's signature look turned into a serious and oddly calm yet menacing one. "You can't threaten me, boy." Hughes smirked at this answer and leaned more closely in which his lips were now beside Luke's ear.

"There is no need for me to do something trivial." Hughes breath was almost tickling in such close proximity. Anyone who would witness such a scene from such two men and very attractive at that would suspect a relationship bordering that of lovers or something relevant to such. "You want to see her too, don't you?" Luke's eyes closed at this question and remembered in his memories a vague figure of someone. Yes, someone who have been the center of his life once upon a time. "Let me remind you." His voice started so awfully tender as if appeasing a child throwing a tantrum. Luke placed his lips also intimately close to Hughes' ear. It was not like difficult for him to do so. "Zenith is my only concern." At the end of that statement, he bit Hughes' earlobe but enough to break skin. It was just to direct his point in which the black-donned man recoiled away sharply.

The reaction was so innocent and rather funny in which Luke could not help but chuckle lightly. As for Hughes, he was a bit red and glaring angrily at the blonde pureblood who was now standing from the sofa with a smile. "See you later." This was Luke's goodbye as he walked towards the door but stopped upon touching the handle to open the way to his exit. With his back now turned to Hughes, his expression became extremely regretful and sad. However, no one could see it. "Time to wake up. Dreams never come true." With that, Luke was gone from the room while Hughes had now returned to his normal composure. He had forgotten that particular pureblood was always unpredictable in his methods.

Regardless, Hughes straightened himself and heard a beep from his intercom. Taking a deep breath, he approached and answered. "Yes, what is it?" His tone was back to its normal quality as if the exchange between him and Luke never happened. In any case, he listened to what was being said as he simply nodded. "I'll be on my way." After that, there was once more silence in his office. It seemed that the girl has finally woken up. A small smile etched on his lips. The girl was resistant which was good. It only made him certain that the choice was right. After all, she still woke up. "You forget. Dreams are but realities." He spoke in reply to Luke's statement despite knowing the pureblood cannot hear his words anymore.



"Ms. Haruka." This was O's first and foremost response as he looked at the girl finally awakening. It had been far too long. Never once did he leave the girl's side. Of course, his Master was well-aware of this and gave him permission to do so. It is why he was certain that his Master still cared about the human girl's condition despite what may be interpreted. "Welcome back." It was gentle and soft, the way the blue and white familiar stated it. Although, he was not certain if the girl would accept his friendly disposition. After all, he will not deny the actions he had done whether by will or commandment. For in the end, he had killed many innocents.

"How are you feeling?" O's tone was filled with sincere concern. It was rather a curious thing. They say a familiar is a reflection of their Keepers. This is because they were created from the blood and flesh of their Masters. If that was so, O cannot be very different from his Lord, the deemed Ice Prince and Feared King, Zenith Rosenkreuz. This familiar was able to deliver feelings and show emotions without hinder. However, his Master was the perfect definition of emotionless. "Please, let me assist you as much as possible Ms. Haruka. My thanks for protecting my Master."

Actually, O was not sure what to do if the girl rebukes him. Well, it was completely normal to do so. In truth, it was to be expected with what he had done to the destruction of Cross Academy, one year ago. More than that, the pain he had given to a specific prefect by taking a life of someone dear. There was no excuse for that. Nevertheless, he still intend to care for them even if it was something to be considered as completely selfish. What was it that his Master's sister used to say?

Everyone is selfish. That is the most basic of instincts.


But then, everything suddenly changed. O had thought that the human girl was now fine. Then, something shifted in the girl's aura. Those big blue eyes widened as the girl before him slowly lowered her head and vomited blood. She began to be racked with frightening coughs. "Ms. Haruka!? Ms, Haruka!" O immediately went to the girl's bed and then finally took a certain scent. This was the scent of death. Without word, the familiar called out to it's pure=blood master. However, there was no response from the other end. O pleadingly begged his Master to come and see the girl. He believed that his Master did care for this human at the very least. But, there was silence on the other end.

The girl glanced at the familiar and presented a very small and sad smile on her lips as blood dripped from it freely. Her eyes was slowly losing light. She could not feel her limbs and somehow, something inside her body was moving. It was foreign without doubt. Her body was fighting it vehemently and right now, she was not winning this battle at all. "I'm sorry... I can't make him stop crying..." That was all she said as she finally wavered and those eyes of her closed. Her pulse slowly receded into nothing. Her heartbeat was no longer. O could only look with great terror. Haruka was now dead.

Outside, Zenith was standing against the wall of the infirmary. His face was blank as ever. Those eyes of gold remained a void for all to see. He had heard his familiar calling for him. However, he believed that there was no need for him to be there. He did tell the girl that she did not belong in his world. Not at all... Closing his eyes, he removed himself from the area and walked away. However, his hand was curled into a fist. This was the only gesture which could determine that he does feel something about the demise of the human girl. Perhaps, it was of sorrow. Perhaps, it was sadness. Yet, whatever it may be, he was certainly feeling something.

At the Headmaster's Office, Hughes looked at the ceiling and sighed with a disappointed tone. "What a waste... It seems she was not that strong." That was all he stated and simply returned to his paperworks.

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“Death can come at any time, to anybody. We live on a razor’s edge by our very natures. None are free from that.”



Haruka’s death had shaken the campus to a certain extent. The demise of a classmate was usually an unexpected thing, and this one was no exception. Still, even with a year and a half separating then from now, nobody had forgotten the explosions back then, nor the lives that had been lost. It was, in a sense, taken much more quietly than it would have been, before. Some of the students in the Day Class put together a memorial service three days after the fact, and though he had not openly attended, Sora had been there, and watched from the boughs of a tree.

Kaede had openly wept. The girl was accustomed to death—too accustomed for a child of her age, but all the same, she had not lost her sensitivity to it. The friendship that had been blossoming there was still tentative, but it had bee blossoming all the same. The young human had thought that it was a shame that Miss Haruka should die without ever learning how to live—those had been her words, and her eyes had borne right into him when she said it, as though she saw straight through every doubt that Sora had ever had about himself, about what he did with his life. It was uncanny, what that girl knew.

Sachiko had gone as well, and watched the proceedings with sad eyes and a heavy heart, but unlike the rest of them, she had always known this was a possibility. She’d also known that Haruka would die, though not when or how, only that it would be before her human lifetime was naturally due to expire. In the moments before her death, she’d had a new barrage of visions, new faces appearing alongside those she’d already seen, as though the stilling of one human heart was in fact altering the very fabric of fate; especially the fates of those she held dear. Destiny moved in a new direction now, but she was as yet uncertain what to make of it.

Sora had made a point of being there for Asuka, though he wasn’t honestly sure if his presence made any difference or not. He liked to think it might—whatever they were to each other, they were not insignificant in one another’s lives, and was it not best to keep close the ones you cared about in such times? He could tell that she was mourning, and he did his best to provide comfort where he might, but he was not accustomed to playing such a role in anyone’s life. He could seek revenge and he could perpetuate death. Neither of these things lent itself to dealing with what happened in the wake of it. All of this was too much like the moments after the explosions, when he’d just kept digging, even after he’d recovered everyone that could have possibly survived. Only Fujiwara’s strange behavior had dragged him out of that stupor, but this was not nearly so… urgent as that. She was simply gone.

Now, a week in total after the girl’s demise, he found himself on morning rounds, making sure that all the Day Class students were going where they belonged, and that the Night Class made it inside before the sun rose and the others suddenly had cause to wonder why the whole lot of them were allergic to the sun. The week since had been largely uneventful, actually, which was perhaps something of a relief—he would not have wanted her to have to deal with more worries atop the grief she endured now. She’d lost so much… and too many of his thoughts seemed always to revolve around her. It was in one sense annoying, but he didn't exactly mind it even so. He’d always preferred having other people to think about. It had taken him a long time to realize it, yet it was just as true for all that.




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“I never imagined I’d find myself in a place like this…”



The car, hired especially to bring her to the campus, pulled up to the front gate, and the driver opened the door, allowing the newest transfer student to the Academy to step out onto the pavement. Pushing an errant strand of fire-touched hair out of her face, she tucked it back behind her ear and faced the campus. Verdant, by the looks of it, as the height of summer approached. She’d probably only be able to take a few weeks of class before the vacation, but she’d been assured that it was fine. If it was unusual for so many accommodations to be made, nobody had indicated such to her, so she was left to surmise that it must not be terribly inconvenient.

Her things had arrived ahead of her and been moved into one of the rooms in the Sun Dormitory, apparently, which wasn’t too far away according to the campus map she held loosely in one hand. She supposed, however, that if she was here, she had perhaps best attend class. The details of what was expected of her once she arrived were rather vague, but she did have a schedule, so that should help. Either way, Anastasia was used to figuring things out on her own and making the best of it, and there was no reason to fret if that was what she was to do here.

Her lips tilted faintly upwards, and she tanked the hired driver before heading toward the gate, school bag in one hand and map in the other. It was another adventure, to her, and perhaps the most interesting one she’d yet been able to undertake. She wondered what Father would say, if he could see her now. “Hurry up, Ana, you silly girl, or you’ll be late,” she said gruffly, imitating his gravelly tones a little and chuckling to herself. That was exactly what he’d say, and as always, it was good advice. Taking a deep breath, Anastasia squared her shoulders and headed in through the gate.

It was time to see what Cross Academy had in store for her.

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"It never gets easier."




She was gone.

That was the only thing that registered in Asuka's mind for the last few days. She was gone, and she wasn't going to come back. After what she had been through, after what she had witnessed, Haruka was gone. It seemed that the poison laced within those daggers wasn't ordinary, otherwise Haruka would have recovered. She would have been fine. She would have still been alive and stalking the halls alongside Asuka. And that thought alone brought unyielding tears to the Dhampir's eyes. She had mourned Haruka's death the entire week, keeping herself locked in her room, away from the others. Sora would occasionally be there, offering, in his own way, her support. The only time Asuka had left her room was during the ceremony they held for Haruka.

She had left the confines of her room to show her respects to her friend. She had attended with Kaede, the young human girl that Sora protected, and only caused the ache in her heart to deepen when the girl openly wept. Asuka had tried to remain strong, however; it was hard to do. Though the school acknowledged that one of its students no longer lived, a majority of the students either did not care, or they simply didn't know Haruka well enough to care. Asuka had survived the beginning of the school's trials with Haruka, she had been there when the human girl discovered the fried corpses in her childhood home, and she was there when Asuka attacked her.

Her tears had all but dried by the fourth day of Haruka's passing, and she soon found herself once again patrolling. Though Sora took care of most of it, Asuka had tried to get back into the motion of things. She tried to act as if everything were okay, however; she knew that it wasn't. She had lost not only her family, but her friend. She was growing so weary of losing her precious people, that she had distanced herself a bit from Sora and the others. She, somehow, felt responsible for the death of Haruka, her cousin, and her uncle. Though she wasn't, there was still a small voice in the back of her head that said it was. She had tried to drown it out, even Snow did his best to keep her thoughts on other things. He only succeeded partially before her mind kept going back to Haruka.

Without much notice, a week had passed and Asuka stood by the door to her dorm room, leading out to the school. She took a deep breath, skin a bit paler than usual from the lack of sun, and ran her hand through her flaky hair. She had neglected a majority of her daily routines, which included brushing her hair, and she neglected to take her blood pills (which were being consumed more frequently now, strangely) when she felt the thirst rising. Gathering herself, she forced the door open and took a hesitant step out. Today, she would put on a smile and move on. Haruka had been a dear friend, but she knew her friend wouldn't want her to keep sulking. She knew her uncle and cousin would have wanted the same thing. With that in mind, Asuka left to do her morning patrols.

Snow had pointed out to her that Sora had already begun most of the work, and had already taken care of the transition of the Day class with the Night Class. She smiled at Snow, hooking a finger over his head as he just stared at her. She shook her head at him as she released him through a window, watching as he began circling the Academy. She made her way towards the front of the Academy, stopping to stare at the front gates when something caught her attention. There was someone walking up to the Academy, a young girl it seemed, probably no older than Asuka herself. Or perhaps a bit younger. Asuka, after all, was technically nineteen now, though she still retained her teenage appearance. She could pass as someone still passing seventeen years old, which wasn't much to say the least.

"Can I help you?" Asuka stated, putting on a smile in the process as she approached the girl. It was then she finally took notice of the girl's uniform. She was a student here. Asuka furrowed her brows in confusion a bit before something clicked. The Headmaster had mentioned that there was a new student transferring, but Asuka wasn't aware that it'd be this quick. Honestly, the news fluttered through one ear and out the other. She was too consumed with Haruka's death that she barely paid attention to anything anyone said. The only voice she had listened to, besides Snow, was Sora's. He had been the one to keep her from further falling, and part of her would always be grateful to her friend for that.

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|“I have no use for fleeting and wavering Dreams. I agree but then again, we are both dreams."|




A week has passed since the death of Yamazaki. The human girl who had declared that she will not forget her terrible past or the scary things revealed to her. A strength that Zenith truly admired, but never expressed properly. Well, not as much as anyone could understand though. The school had conducted a funeral service in the memory of Yamazaki. It was depressing to some, uneventful for others. For him? There was no opinion available. The reason he was not present as much as the others. Some did question his absence, but it was more about the fact other Night Class students were there even his popular bodyguard. In the end, no one had bothered to seek his attendance due to the insistence of Luke to leave the so-called Ice Prince alone.

It had been that way ever since. The Snow-White pure-blood will attend his classes, but then would vanish on his own. As if understanding, Luke would not bother his ward. It was because he knew for a fact that even with that stoic face, Zenith was saddened by the death of that human girl called, Haruka Yamazaki. She was probably one of the possible keys in unlocking the impregnable facade that the Rosenkreuz King hold. But, it was not able to bear fruit. It was truly a regretful thing. Then again, Luke had a suspicion. There was something more to this. His discussion with the Headmaster prompted him to think more about the pieces coming together to this Academy. Still, his responsibility was only to protect Zenith from harm.

Speaking of which, Zenith was out of sight again. He was currently at the library reading the only book that he does, Dracula. His eyes of gold were glued on to the olden pages which revealed about the possible existence of vampires. He flipped the pages with such grace and elegance. His face remained emotionless. Among the hallways, he could hear the footsteps and chatters of the student. Yet, he did not pay any heed to it. He was encased in his own world where no one existed but him. Somehow, he was completely fine with that. For the longest of time, he had been alone and that was something familiar and comfortable. After all, darkness had always been alone. It never meshes with anything or anyone at all. This is what he is.

"Did you love her?"

Those words suddenly echoed through his mind. Luke asked him of that once when the news of Yamazaki's death was known. During that moment, Zenith answered swiftly without much of thought as well. His answer was no. But then again, he would not deny it to himself. He was indeed sad. The main reason he had told her to stay away was because, he did not want her to get hurt in the process. But, it was inevitable. She was further pulled in this bloody world. now, she was gone. Just like her sister, her sister who would never be by his side ever again. Then again, it could probably be for the best. They will be far from his reach, far from his hands. Because, all that he touches will be consumed with despair and death. This is what he truly believes in for that had always been the end result.

But, Zenith would not deny the fact. Yamazaki had indeed been something to him. What that could be? He could not pinpoint or fathom even now. Furthermore, there was no need to think about it any more. Because, that person was not existing in this world. But to say, she has no influence on his actions would be a mistake for anyone to assume even to himself. That is why, he still does think the implication of Luke's words. It was then he felt a light breeze entering the room. His eyes raised to look for the source of the wind. It was none other than a window left opened by someone. He was not bothered by it. Instead, he was taken by the scent it carried. It contained Fujiwara's scent. He had heard the effect of Yamazaki's death brought to her. It would be a lie if he had not once thought to comfort her. But, that was not for him to do so.

Another thing, it also carried another scent. Something unknown. Something foreign. It must be a newcomer. A transfer student, Luke did inform him of this. However, he did not think on it for long. It was not something for him to be concerned about. But, this scent had something which took his interest. Still, he was not someone who could be prompted to act on bare curiosity alone. Thus, he simply only returned his attention to the book in his hands. Just like that, he continued his reading. He immersed himself into his own closed-off world. In a place, where he had deemed no one could reach him. A place where no one was allowed to enter it.

While outside the library, Luke was simply standing by the entrance door. His arms were crossed over his chest as he sighed in a rather disappointed one. "That boy never changes." He closed his eyes and had a sad smile upon his lips. "But, I guess that is for the best..."

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“Such pain… perhaps things are not as I had thought to find them…”



Anastasia spent a few minutes walking sedately to the main school building, unable to hurry despite herself. It was just so beautiful here. She’d been afraid that in leaving the church grounds where she’d been raised, she’d be forever resigning herself to harsh, loud urban environments, and too many people’s thoughts to feel comfortable hearing all at once. But this campus was nothing like that—the plants were healthy and vibrant, and the breeze played gently with the strands of grass like a cat with thousands of little bits of string. The image brought a smile to her face, and she tipped her head back a bit to look at the sky above. The few clouds in the area were soft and fluffy, a little like rabbits or balls of cotton or something. It brought her a rare sense of serenity, actually, a faint hint of something calming.

But she was not oblivious to the darker things underlying the aura of the area. Indeed, she immediately picked up on them. There were strains of sorrow woven into the very fabric of existence here, as though everyone within were just below a net of melancholy that threatened to ensnare them at any moment, looming like a dark harbinger of things to come.

My, my… when did I get so dramatic? It must be the atmosphere… Yes, she could feel it, and keenly, but she chose not to let it bother her. The thing about the world and everyone in it was that nothing was perfect. Some people saw tragedy in this; Anastasia saw opportunity. Broken things could be mended, dark things given light, imperfect things were the only ones that could be improved. What was perfect had only two choices: to remain ever the same or else grow worse. Neither seemed to contain much joy, and joy was something definitely worth seeking.

A voice brought her from her reverie, and she glanced back down to see a girl in mourning. Well, she didn’t exactly look like it: she was smiling, but Ana knew just by looking at her that she was not happy at all. She just… knew things like that, most of the time. Still, she suppressed the flash of sadness in her eyes and returned the smile instead, watching with some interest as a small black cat leaped atop the girl’s shoulder. She was quite pretty, Ana thought, though not in the kind of way that suggested she was aware of it. She didn’t look to be in the best condition though; perhaps whatever was making her sad was causing her to lose sleep.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she said graciously, waving a hand in front of her in a careless motion. “I probably look lost, but I’m just dawdling, you see. I really should be going to class, maybe. Unless… is there someone I should see about this first?” She held up her folder, which contained her class schedule as well as several materials regarding her transfer. She still had some last few pieces of paperwork to hand over, but she thought she’d just give those to an assistant or something. This girl was evidently a student, given that they were wearing the same uniform. Shrugging, she placed the folder under her arm and held out her free hand.

“It’s nice to meet you. My name’s Anastasia Guillory, but Ana or Gilly is fine if you want.”

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"Something, I cannot explain, is taking hold of me. I want to understand it, but I can't."




Asuka blinked a bit, her expression going from one of confusion to one of realization. The girl, Anastasia as she introduced herself as, held up a folder as she spoke. Asuka let out a mixture of a sigh and a light laugh as the girl held out her hand afterwards. Asuka contemplated for a second, wondering if she should take the girl's hand before making a decision. It was just an introduction, nothing extreme, so she should return the gesture. Asuka reached out her own hand, grabbing Anastasia's in a friendly response and shook her hand. She allowed her hand to fall to her side as she answered Anastasia's question.

"I am Asuka Fujiwara, but you can just call me Asuka. I am one of the school's prefects, along with Sora Tsukino, whom I am sure you will meet eventually. Speaking of which," she stated, pausing as she reached inside of her uniform and pulled a piece of paper out. She quickly wrote something on it, signing her name in the process before handing it to Anastasia. "He might not know you are a new student, but then again he might. Either way, if you run into him, just show him that paper. It's an unofficial hall pass, but it'll keep you from getting into trouble," she explained about the sloppy writing.

"I won't keep you from your classes, but if you need anything," she stated, hooking a finger over Midori's ear (whom she just noticed), pausing only momentarily to offer the girl a brighter smile "I am here to help," she concluded, waving the girl goodbye to continue on her rounds. She sighed as she once again began walking around the Academy, searching for stray students in the process. There were hardly any out today, something she was grateful for. Though it proved to be a rather calm week, or so Snow had stated, it wouldn't always be that way. Something was bound to happen again, but Asuka wasn't sure if she could take it.

She snorted at that thought. Of course she could take it. She had no other choice. If anything, she would only train to become stronger so that she could protect those she loved. Perhaps she should ask Sora for a few sparring sessions? She cracked a small smile at that thought. Sora, giving her sparring lessons, was undoubtedly a comical sight. If anything, they'd probably argue more-so than getting any real training done. Though, as of late, even before Haruka's death, they had argued considerably less. She couldn't understand it, but she didn't miss those arguments, not once. Though a part of her still felt compelled to do so when he was around.

It was as if all of these walls would just pop up out of nowhere, and as the two would so often argue, she could feel them fall. Not that it wasn't a pleasant feeling, but she missed it slightly. "I think I am going insane, Midori," she stated, sighing in the process before smiling. She took a deep breath before releasing it slowly. She at least felt like she was losing her mind. Perhaps it was because of the neglect of her body that made her feel that way. After all, she went the entire week without her blood pills, without eating properly, without completing most of her morning rituals, and just plain ignored her well-being.

She found herself on the other side of the building, blinking softly as she spotted a familiar person. She scoffed to herself as she turned to Midori. She said nothing as she approached Sora, smiling at him in the process. He had seen a part of her that she did not want anyone to ever see. It was a moment of weakness, or perhaps it was something more than that. She shook the thoughts from her head as she placed her hands behind her back and stared at him. "Thanks, Sora. I know I didn't get to say it at all, but," she paused, glancing off to the side. "If you were not there, I am afraid of what might have become of me."

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|"As the dreams burn, there is only one thing that mattered. The lone promise within the flaming passion of broken desires which I will keep."|




Time, it was never a factor for a certain white-haired pureblood. As such, it resulted to Zenith showcasing one of his known habits. He was asleep while leaning on a nearby wall. His eyes were closed so gently while his silver white hair was played by the soft breeze entering from an opened window. He seemed so peaceful as he stood there quietly. His breathing was even without a hint of disturbance. However internally, he was not at peace at all. He was in the midst of a dream, a memory of the past. The one thing he held with great importance more than anything else in the present time. Yet, this vision was not of a beautiful recollection. One could describe it as the main reason of his very existence as of now, the beginning of everything for him.

All around, there was nothing but a blazing fire which engulfed the entire scenery. Nothing was spared. The heat, the chaos, the screams, they were all ignored by the Rosenkreuz pureblood who stood at the center of it. This was because his sole attention was taken by a certain individual, a woman who would never be forgotten nor be lessened as someone inconsequential to Zenith. This woman was everything to him and even more than reason itself. The long white hair being swayed by the rough winds. Eyes of gold which was like his held such an intense strength which will not yield. He cannot help but be captivated by that radiance, that fire which was Amalthea.

"What are you dreaming about?"

Those words worked like a beacon for him to return to reality. Just like that, the past had ceased within his mind for now. As he opened his eyes, he was welcomed with the scenery of green. There was no doubt on his mind that these eyes belonged to Luke. He straightened himself and looked to his side where a window could be seen. The question which hanged in the air was left unanswered. He was more interested with how much time had passed. It would seem that lunch was about to begin. As if to prove his conclusion, the bell echoed within the grounds. This would be a first. The first time, he had not attended classes. Somehow, he felt a bit jilted. But of course, this was not shown by him on the outside. He would have to accept any punishment by his teachers. Although, that would be a bit impossible due to his position.

In any case, Luke noticed Zenith's concern about time and released a sigh. The kid could appear more welcoming in his presence really. But, he could not expect that much. "Don't worry. You didn't miss that much" Zenith turned to look at his entitled bodyguard who rather had a carefree expression. He would never understand how Luke could be so when, the said pureblood had experienced more terrible things than him. "Sorry about disturbing your beauty sleep, but..." Luke paused for a moment and then looked towards the doors of the library. There were already an influx of students who had no interest in reading books. Instead, they were there to get the chance to see the two most sought out bachelors, so to speak. "We need to go before we cause a commotion."

Zenith understood that without being reminded. As such, he nodded in agreement and then made his way to the exit in which Luke followed suit. Soon enough, the two of them managed to finally avoid the crowd of clamoring fans or whatever they would like to call themselves. "So... where do you want to go? Cafeteria?" Luke queried his charge who continued to look as if not perturbed by anything. Of course, this was not a fact. For in every moment, Zenith cannot help but be concerned about everything even in matter which should have been classified as inconsequential to him. In an effort for an answer, the white-haired pureblood shook his head. He did not desire to go to the cafeteria. Well, he was not also hungry for human food. In which the thought brought a different meaning of hunger for him, his throat suddenly felt very dry.

"You should drink." Luke stated without much hesitation. Zenith stopped in his tracks. "I am fine." This was the rather short and crisp answer of the Pure-blood king. In the view of others, he was perfectly in control. However, it was only possible due to the strict hiding of his inner turmoils and feelings. As if, he believes that he was truly a being incapable of emotions. No, he is one. Luke released a sigh at this and shook his head to the sides. This kid truly is a stubborn individual which reminded him, what would his charge do. This Academy without a doubt will be encased in another shadow if his talk with the Headmaster was not indicative enough. However before he could comment about that, his nose caught a certain new scent. Ah yes... the new student...

"Look what we have here." Luke stated with a smile on his face. As for Zenith, it was only then he had finally looked in front of him fully. There it was the faint scent of something foreign. His eyes of gold looked at the figure before him. It was a woman without doubt. Her hair of orange red reminded him of that dream he had earlier. The burning fires which served as his baptism to this harsh and cruel world. The fires much like in the eyes of his sister. Just like that, the Rosenkreuz pure-blood simply remained in his position while other students began to gather. After all, it was always a pleasant thing to see the White Prince and the Jovial Prince together under the sun.



Hughes had a faint smile on his lips as he looked down below his window which oversees the main entrance to the building. He took out a phone from his pocket and dialed a number. "It's time. Make sure all preparations are complete." There was an answer and he kept his phone once more. It was truly bad about the end result with Yamazaki. The human girl could have been perfect, but the concoction he had created to ensure a smooth transition detected an anomaly within her. Thus, it resulted to her death. Oh well... He would have to find a new one. Perhaps, it would not need to take long at all.