AU :D
Alright this story is loosily based off of Eva St Clare's AU Claymore Academy series of story. Check it out here. Deviant art. com/art/Claymore-Academy-AU-Notes-78065323
The Pieta wing consists of the first generation of Claymore's, Clare's generation.
The East wing consists of the second generation of Claymore's, Clarice's generation.
The West wind consists of the Awaken Beings, Teressa's generation, and the male dormitories. This is also where the top students get to room (Mainly single digits, but sometimes just teacher favorites). In general it has better dorms.
Upperclassmen (Ranks 20 and below) Get to have their own rooms. (Jean, Miria, Deneve, ect.) Underclassmen (Rank 21 and above) have a roommate.
Denev is a nickname for Deneve, not a misspelling.
This was a one shot that I have already published in a one shot collection that I am now expanding.
"Run!" Clare screamed at Helen.
"But-" Helen protested as she made to stand her ground against the Awakened Being that was rapidly closing the distance between the two Ghosts and it. Behind it they knew were some hundred more, it was like Pieta all over again.
"We don't have time! You need to get the message to Miria-nee-san before the other Awakened beings catch up." Clare pushed Helen aside and drew her two Claymores.
"I'm not going to leave you behind." Helen grabbed the hilt of her sword.
"No, save the others. Please, Helen." Clare pleaded. "Run, Helen, run!"
Grimily Helen nodded and turned her back on Clare, releasing her youki Helen began sprinting towards Miria's group-
-And ran into a wall.
"Huh?" Helen looked around in confusion. "Where am I?" Cautiously Helen stood on her feet as she looked around at dimly lit yet an eerily familiar room. "Oh no." She sighed. "I must have been sleep walking again. And what a funny dream. Running around with swords and fighting monsters, sounds like an action anime..."
Slowly getting to her feet Helen tried to figure out if she was still in her own dorm room. From the various male school uniforms laying on the floor she deduced she was not in fact in her own dorm room. Or chances were, her own dorm wing. Peering into the dark Helen tried to pin point the tell tale sliver of light that would mark the door to the hall. Upon spotting it she slide as carefully as she could to the door. Fumbling in the dark for the handle she accidentally hit the light switch.
Suddenly everything was illuminated. "Shit." Helen exclaimed.
"Who is there?" A familiar voice groggily asked.
"Deneve!" Helen nearly squealed with relief.
"Helen?" Deneve called back from the other side of the dorm room. "What are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?"
Turning Helen saw the upperclassman wade through the knee deep uniforms - which suddenly made sense, several of the girls at the Academy bugged the MIBs to lengthen the skirt length. In order to save money the school had let everyone decide which uniform they would wear; most girl keep the skirt but a few started wearing the trousers and tie get up.
Currently, Deneve was dressed in her pajamas, which consisted of a baggy T-shirt and sweatpants. Helen attempted not to think about what she was wearing underneath the baggy T-shirt, or how adorable Deneve looked running her hand through her hair. Rubbing the rheum from her eyes Deneve repeated her question. "So...?"
"I... Don't know..." Helen managed.
"You could have just asked if you wanted to talk."
"No, I mean I-" A rhymed clicking noise was heard.
"Sh!" Deneve hissed and suddenly Deneve pushed Helen against the wall and pressed her hand to her mouth, silencing her.
"Mmmmfth!" Helen exclaimed, (and tried again not think about how close their bodies were) but the upperclassman's odd movements were quickly explained.
A sharp rap came on the door from outside. "Number 15, Deneve, it's past lights out time." The soft yet threatening voice of their Prefect, Galatea, carried easily through the door.
"Sorry, Galatea, my feet were cold so I had to find a pair of socks." Deneve was as cool and collected as she always was, never mind the time of night. As per usual her manners were as crisp and refined as the collar on her shirt. Which, when Helen thought about, was an odd thing considering how messy Deneve's room appeared to be.
"I heard voices." The skepticism in her frown could be heard through the door.
"Are you implying you don't talk to yourself when your alone, Galatea-senpai?"
"Hmph." Galatea paused. "Very well then."
"I'll turn my lights back off as soon as I find a clean pair. Sorry to trouble you, senpai."
"Alright." Through the door Deneve and Helen heard the clicking noise – which they now recognized as the sound of Galatea's boots against the tiled hallway floor - faded off into the distance.
"Wow, see she really is God Eye Galatea, Deneve." Helen whispered through Deneve's hand.
Deneve nodded, but still didn't remove her hand from Helen's mouth as she stared intently at the door, straining her ears to make sure that Galatea's footsteps were gone. Finally satisfied that Galatea was gone Deneve took her hand from Helen's mouth, though the distance between the two was still very small. Close enough to kiss, Deneve thought, and then wondered where the thought had come from. Though the underclassmen was very cute...
"So what were you saying before about why you're in my room at this time of night?" Deneve asked.
"I'm so sorry Deneve-senpai it's just that..." Helen trailed off, she wasn't one to be embarrassed most of the time but sleep waking into someone else's dorm room – especially the room of the hot upperclassmen that she may or may not have been pining over since the start of the year and her arrival at Claymore Academy - at night wasn't exactly a normal occurrence for her. "Ummm, promise not to tell."
The stoic smiled faintly to reassure the underclassmen. "I promise."
"Well, I kinda have a sleepwalking problem." For the first time that Helen had seen Deneve cracked a grin. Not one of her faint smiles – which did not make Helen's heart flutter at all, by the way – but a full out grin. She even let out a small, deep chuckle that echoed through her chest.
"It's not funny!" Helen exclaimed.
Quickly Deneve regained her composure and returned to her normal state. "I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, this is just a very strange and funny incident in general."
Helen blushed. "That's okay, Deneve-senpai."
"Ah! No need to call me senpai, Helen. You can just call me Deneve. Denev if you really like, I guess." Deneve smiled. Gahhh,Helen thought, how can she be so charming even in the middle of the night?
"Alright, Denev. Well, I best be going. Clare, my roommate, is probably worrying about me. I normally don't sleepwalk out of the room, just into a wall or something."
Deneve's eyes widen slightly. "Oh, no! You can't go out there! It's passed lights out time."
"Ummm, Denev, I'm pretty sure I've already broken the rules twice tonight, though both accidentally."
"Ah, no." Deneve amended her speech. "I mean Galatea is out there now. There's no way you should risk it. Even though your room is only eight doors down-" She knows where my room is?"You do not want to get caught by Galatea. I was once when I was a first year." Deneve shuddered at the memory.
"Well," Helen smiled. "I guess I'll just stay here then!"
"Yeah..." Deneve ran her left hand through her short hair again, thinking. Helen noticed that unlike other Claymore Academy students, she wore her identifying wristband on her left wrist.
"Why do you wear your wristband on your left wrist?" Helen asked curiously.
Deneve frowned. "I don't." Helen pointed to the wrist band on her wrist.
"Yes, you do."
"Ah," Realization filled Deneve's face. "That's not mine. See," She said holding up her right wrist to reveal a second wrist band. "This is mine."
"You have two wristbands?" Helen asked, confused.
Deneve's face darkened significantly. "It's my girlfriend's old wristband. She graduated last year."
Helen's mood fell, sure she was alone in Deneve's dorm room with her, but she was taken. Curiosity killed the cat.
"Undine and I broke up shortly afterward though, couldn't make the college/high school and long distance relationship work out. There were other problems too. But I like to keep the wristband around. I'm over her, but... I don't know, the second wristband has become my thing on campus, plus I've just gotten used to it..."
Helen giggled the signature Helen laugh. Curiosity killed the cat. But satisfaction brought it back.
Deneve smiled sheepishly. "Strange, I know, but whatever. Anyway. You can have the bed."
"What?" Helen seemed to have lost Deneve trail of thought.
"The bed. You can have it tonight. I'm not going to make my guest sleep on the floor. Even if chances are she'll just walk right out of it anyway."
"Ah. Where will you sleep?"
"On, the floor. I'll be fine. Really." Deneve reassured her guest and turned to clear a small hole in the mounds of laundry, dirty and clean, on her floor. "I'll just take one of the sheets and one of the pillows." She said as she grabbed them from the bed, which surprisingly looked far too well kept for Deneve to have just rolled out of it. "There, all yours, Helen." Deneve motioned at the bed.
"Oh, alright." Helen nodded as she climbed into the single bed. With a click Deneve turned the lights back off. "Good night, Deneve."
"More like, good morning." Helen laughed and snuggled into the covers. Far too cold for Deneve to have been sleeping in just moments before, she noticed. From the bed Helen heard the sound of Deneve lightly padding across the room and settling into the cocoon of clothes and sheets she had made herself on the floor.
2:37 The red flashing lights of Deneve's digital alarm clock read.
2:38. Helen shifted trying to find a more comfortable position in fall asleep in. Deneve sighed.
2:39 Deneve readjusted her sheets.
2:40 "Why don't you sleep in your bed?" Helen asked, already knowing that Deneve was still awake.
"It's too comfortable. I'm used to sleeping on the floor."
2:41 What if Galatea comes back to check on me?Deneve thought. Helen will obviously get in trouble for spending the night in my room then. And she's in plain view on the bed from the door, too. Think Deneve think.
2:42 Gaah,Helen thought, I hope Deneve doesn't think I'm some wimpy first year who can't even sneak back to her room properly. And she's so nice, letting me sleep in her bed, even if she doesn't sleep there normally. I wonder where she sleeps normally?
2:43 Maybe if I were to sleep in the bed with Helen, then if Galatea came back to check on me she'd only see me in the bed from the door and Helen won't get in trouble. But what if Helen gets the wrong idea. I'm not even interested in her like that... Though now that I think of it... Oh, what the hell.
2:44 Fuck it all."Helen, can I sleep next to you?" There are no alternative motives here. I am not just wanting to sleep by this cute little first year. Nope. No motives at all.
Beneath the covers Helen blushed, unknown to her temporary roommate, but giggled. "What is the big bad upperclassmen afraid of the dark? Had a bad dream?"
"Helen!" Deneve growled in exasperation.
"Of course you can sleep in your own bed silly, Denev."
Slowly in the dark Deneve climbed into the far side of the bed, slipping under the covers. "There." Helen said. "All better."
Deneve would have growled in exasperation again but it had been a while since she had shared a bed with another human, and well it was actually nice. The bed was small and Deneve was forced to cuddle up close to Helen – not that either of them seemed to mind.
Semi-consciously Helen aligned her breaths to the deep breaths of Deneve behind her. "You sure this is alright with you?" Deneve asked, ever the polite one. At the whisper in her ear Helen nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Yeah, this is fine. More than fine." Helen breathed out.
Comforted that her bed-mate wasn't uncomfortable Deneve moved a little closer to Helen, so they were sharing the same pillow. Upon closing her eyes Deneve fell asleep almost instantaneously, with a smile on her face.
…...
When she woke up the next morning Deneve smiled at the sight of her sleeping bed companion. Sometime during the few hours of the night Helen had turned from laying on her back to facing Deneve. Her arms were wrapped around Deneve's waist as if she was a giant teddy bear. In turn Deneve found she had slung an arm over Helen protectively.
Gently Deneve eased herself out of Helen's grip as to not wake her and, checking the clock found she had enough time to get to the shower before morning breakfast. Grabbing one of her clean uniforms from the floor, Deneve scribbled a quick note to Helen just in case she woke before she returned from the upperclassmen bathroom at the end of the Pieta wing.
After showering Deneve rushed back to her dorm room to find that she didn't need to, and that Helen, was in fact still sleeping through her comings and goings of the morning. Deciding it was time to wake Helen, before she sleepwalked into someone else's room, Deneve gently shook Helen's shoulder.
"Just... Five more minutes, Clare." She muttered.
"Time to wake up, Helen." Deneve faintly smiled.
"Three more minutes, Clare." Helen mumbled.
"You're adorable when you're sleepy, Helen."
"Dwhat?" Helen raised her head above the covers. "Oh, Deneve. Hi. Tell Clare to give me two more minutes." She burrowed underneath the covers again.
Sighing Deneve apologized in advance. "Sorry about this, Helen." Ripping the covers off the sleeping Claymore.
"Cold!" Helen shot up. "Ah, Deneve! What are you doing in my dorm room?"
Deneve chuckled. "You're the one in my dorm room, and my bed, remember?"
"Oh, yeah... Sleepwalked in here, didn't I..." Helen trailed off, for only then did she realized how her host was dressed. Deneve was wearing her school uniform, or at least the start of it. Her collared shirt was not yet tucked in nor fully buttoned, only two buttons in the center were buttoned revealing a pale, yet toned abdomen and a bit cleavage. The tie hung slackly around Deneve's neck and was yet to be fully tied. Her hair was also still wet from the shower, and when she shook her head – like a dog, Helen noted amused – water flew from it and the ends spiked up. Deneve was a hot mess.
Amused Deneve caught Helen staring, and might have said something of it if a sharp knock on the door didn't interrupt them. "Number 16. Deneve. It's almost breakfast, you coming?" A voice from outside the door asked.
"Hall Monitor!" Helen panicked.
Deneve smiled. "It's fine. That's not Galatea, you're safe." Opening the door Deneve greeted Miria.
"Hey, Miria." She nodded.
"You coming to breakfast like that, girl?" Miria asked, commenting on Deneve's half dressed nature.
"I just came back from the showers." Deneve explained.
"Ah, alright then. I'll wait for you while you finish getting ready." Miria said as she stepped into the dorm room.
"Alright." Deneve ducked out of the main room and into the bathroom. (Upperclassmen got private toilets and sinks in their rooms, but had to go to the wing bathroom to shower)
It was only after she closed the door behind her that Miria noticed Helen sitting on Deneve's bed. "And who do we have here? Wait let me try to remember... Number 22? A first year?"
Helen blushed but nodded. "Helen." She introduced herself.
"Well, I'm Miria. You probably just know me as the scary Hall Patrolling upperclassmen. Sorry if I've every caused you trouble, but it's my job. I'll remember that you're a friend" Miria put a little extra emphasis on the word friend, but nothing too much. "Of my Deneve here, and in the future I'll cut you some slack." Miria smiled.
"Good to meet you." Helen nodded.
Then Deneve came back into the room and grabbed her jacket off her desk. "Shall we go, Deneve?" Miria asked. Deneve half nodded and looked at Miria then at Helen. Some unspoken agreement was reached between the two and Miria said she's wait outside.
"Alright, time to go Miss Sleepwalker. Back to your dorm room you go." Placing a light kiss on Helen's forehead Deneve pushed the still dazed first year out of her dorm room. "I trust you don't need me to walk you down to you room." Deneve nodded at Helen.
"Off you go now, 22." Miria smiled at Helen.
...
(extra scene)
Walking down the hall with a dazed expression on her face Helen arrived at her dorm door. Knocking on the door Helen called to have her roommate let her in. "Clare! Comeon! Open the door."
Clare opened the door fully dressed in her uniform. Before she could ask. Helen interrupted as she walked in the door. "You'll never guess what happened last night!"
"Yeah, where were you last night, Helen? Did you sleepwalk into the West wing again? You're not in trouble, right?"
"Far from it." Helen giggled. "I accidentally sleepwalked into Deneve's room!"
"Deneve?" Another voice from the room asked. Helen froze in her tracks.
"Oh, hey Jean." Helen said, thoroughly surprised by the upperclassmen, Number 9, Jean's appearance in her room.
"G'morning." Jean yawned as she walked over from Clare's bed to the doorway where Clare and Helen where standing. "What were you doing in Deneve's room last- Yawn! - night?"
"I, ummm, sleepwalked into her room on accident. I-I-I sleepwalk."
"Ah." Jean nodded as she wrapped and arm around Clare's waist and gently kissed the younger and shorter girl's forehead.
"Ahhh..." Helen trailed off a little lost for words. "This sure happened overnight..."
"Yeah..." Clare nodded.
"I suddenly feel as if the fact that I slept in Deneve's bed last night doesn't even hold a candle to what happened between you two last night..."
Anyway. Here's where I drew my inspiration for the Claymore male uniforms. Go and be a rapid fan and love this..
http:/ i15 . photobucket . com/albums/a396/sharikqah/Walls/ClaymoreDogs1 . gif
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