warning; oocness , an original character , author-chan's first time at writing vampire knight , a smidgen of swearing
/A/N/; I do not own Vampire Knight.
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Bang.
Vibrant, cherry-coloured strands flew wildly as Natsumi threw her head against the heavily-padded wall, not inflicting even the slightest of damage despite the force she put into it. The feeling was as if she were simply smashing her head against a bunch of large, stale marshmallows.
Natsumi was the only one present within the small, lonesome room of white, her bright hair popping out like a ketchup stain against a crisp new shirt.
Well, the only living one that is, as there were several hidden cameras located throughout her little cell.
It was quite comical to look at. A lanky girl like Natsumi, standing at a height of 5'7 and a half, being locked away in a teeny, tiny little room such as that. What a sight indeed.
Bang.
The young teen hit her head yet again, for a second time, pale, freckled fingers clenching and unclenching from behind her back. Her entire upper body had been ever-so graciously placed in a straightjacket.
Not that she wasn't used to it though.
Natsumi had nearly five years of experience to do just that.
Tucked away in an asylum, ever since the redhead was a mere ten years of age. She'd been labelled as criminally insane - dangerous. A child. Though, considering the things she'd done ... Natsumi can't say she blamed them.
Bang.
A chuckle slowly escaped her lips, soon turning into a full out fit of giggles, as Natsumi slid down the side of the wall, pushing her back against it tightly as if for support. The events that happened back then ... deep down, she didn't even want to remember. Yet she did. And the thought made the girl burst out laughing.
Now lying against the floor's padding, Natsumi nuzzled into the firm cushions - only to have her head jerk up. She'd heard something, right then and there.
The sweet sound of multiple, complicated locks of all shapes and sizes cranking open.
Natsumi's muddy eyes were soon fixated on the door, feet twitching anxiously.
It swung open, revealing a team of 5 or 6 nurses and security guards combined. Some held frightened expressions, eyes darting back and forth, while others looked at the red headed teen as if she were the most disgusting thing on the planet.
Natsumi simply gave her 'visitors' a small grin.
"Oh, hello," she drawled, still lying on the floor quite rudely. "How nice of you all to drop by. Why don't you take a seat, I'll get out the tea, and we'll simply have one big merry ol' time!"
Natsumi was of course being as sarcastic as can be, though, that wasn't easily seen to the naked eye. Natsumi had a habit of fooling people with her sarcasm.
One of the nurses present, the head of them by the looks of it, tapped his clipboard impatiently, eyes fixed in a permanent squint. "Now's not the time to be playing games, Haine," he said, growling out her last name quite rudely. Not a single honorific in sight.
"Hm," Natsumi squinted back, starting to sit up. "Why're you here then, with your little crew of Silent Joes over there?"
The head nurse grit his teeth. "Well, Haine, I'd never thought I'd see the day, but it turns out you're temporarily getting dispatched from the asylum. Government's orders." He proceeded to scribble furiously onto his clipboard. "Apparently, underage filth like you still need to acquire an education."
One cue, Natsumi's straightjacket-clad arms were (quite roughly) grabbed by the leftover nurses, the girl now getting dragged away within a barrier-like formation - security guards on the outside, nurses manhandling Natsumi on the inside, with the head of them leading the way.
While getting dragged, Natsumi let out a light sigh. "My, how gentle you fellows are," she commented airily, glancing to the side. "Like lambs."
"Shut up."
The crimson-haired female merely smiled at the snappy reply, feet shuffling as she was dragged on.
Walking along the lengthy corridors, the group approached several thick, metal gates (used of course to prevent the asylum's inhabitants from escaping) - each of which the head nurse used a single keycard to unlock. They kept silent the entire time, apart from the occasional giggle that Natsumi would emit, who would receive a shove in response that demanded she stay quiet.
Looking on with half-lidded eyes, Natsumi grinned wider as she eyed the receptionist counter, and the receptionist herself, a grouchy old woman with permed hair, 60s-style glasses, and too much eye makeup.
The woman leaned forward as the head nurse began to converse with her, the two mumbling lowly so that it was practically incoherent to Natsumi's ears. Their whispers were all about her though, no doubt about that.
Now finished with the discussion, the head nurse turned to the willowy girl, glaring. "I'll need you to sign some things, Haine."
She raised her eyebrows in amusement, letting out a hearty laugh. "Oh will you now?" Natsumi said, nodding towards the straightjacket with a sly, glinting look in her eye. "Suppose you're just going to half to free me then, hm?"
The chocolate-haired nurse stared long and hard at her, obviously untrusting.
"... You better not try anything."
"Of course not, sir," Natsumi said, feigning innocence. "I wouldn't try anything for the world."
Still staring at her, squinting, the head nurse gave out a slow nod to the others, who proceeded to unbuckle the straps on the straightjacket, unwrapping the chains around her wrists as well.
Natsumi grinned as the remaining parts of the horrid, starch-coloured jacket were rolled off of her, flexing her hands testingly as they felt a little sore, tight. She then, without warning, whipped an arm out to the side, giving a brutal punch to the nose of the nurse closest to her.
She felt bones snap beneath her knuckles, spurts of blood decorating the milky, freckled skin.
The nurse clutched his freshly-broken nose in pain, Natsumi giving him a somewhat satisfied look.
Seems as though she still got it in her, even after all these years.
"Haine!" boomed the head nurse, glowering at the teen with such fiery passion it would've made any other tremble in fear. Not Natsumi, though. She was too used to this sort of treatment.
The redhead gave the man a loose shrug, now nonchalantly rolling her shoulders to get the dull ache of the straightjacket out. Even removed, she could still feel it there. Familiar like a second skin.
Sneaking a look at the nurse, Natsumi gave a little smile at seeing the blood streaming down his nostrils, looking like two victorious, crimson waterfalls.
She turned to him.
"Sorry." The redhead didn't in fact sound sorry at all. "But that's what you get for pushing me, you bumbling, rough-handed piece of cowshit."
With that, she proudly skipped over to the head nurse and snatched the clipboard right out of his deeply-tanned fingers, clicking the pen open with a snap. "Now then. You wanted me to fill this out, correct?"
Natsumi proceeded to scribble out the blanks on the sheet, which included her name, date of birth, gender, etc. She then flipped the pages to sign a part of it, which read 'student signature.'
Wait a minute - student signature?
Natsumi quirked an eyebrow in thought. Had she just filled out a bunch of school applicant forms?
Flipping to the first page, Natsumi stared at the long chunk of information, which she had somehow managed to ignore while filling it.
Cross Academy was written in large, fancy letters at the top of the page.
The head nurse, obviously seeing Natsumi's somewhat-surprised look, took the clipboard back from her, scowling. "That's the place. The only school in the entire goddamn country both stable enough and willing to accept you into it."
"Cross Academy ... huh."
"Yes. And now that the paperwork is done, you are going there right now to hand it in."
A certain chestnut-haired fifteen year old smiled brightly as she skipped along the long corridors of Cross Academy, her fellow disciplinary committee member in tow.
"Ah, I wonder what Ch- Father, I mean, could possibly need from us at this time! It's a quarter to two after all, and classes are still in session!" Yuuki chirped, eyes shining with curiosity.
Zero on the other hand looked less than amused. "Well, whatever it is, it must be pretty damn important for him to call us down right in the middle of class."
He ran a hand through his silver locks, grumbling. "I actually liked that lesson ... "
Yuuki tilted her head, obviously catching that last part. "Really? I thought it was awful!"
"You were asleep the whole time."
"W-was not!" the brunette declined weakly, an embarrassed blush creeping onto her cheeks.
"No wonder you get such bad grades."
Now this time, Yuuki huffed. "S-shut up, Zero!" she said albeit a bit childishly, ruby orbs hurriedly looking in the other direction as she set to straightening her prefect arm band. She knew very well that her grades weren't exactly ... the best, nor were they even mediocre, but Zero didn't have to go ahead and open his big trap about it!
The older teen rolled his eyes, before giving her a curt nod. "We're here."
His porcelain knuckles gave the wooden door a tentative tap, the male flinching at the answer he received.
"You may enter~!" shouted a familiar, overly-cheerful male voice.
As the two swung open the door, they were greeted by the Chairman himself in all his glasses-wearing, ponytail-donning glory, bolting up from his desk the moment they stepped into his office.
He ran to Yuuki first, giving her a fierce, bone-crushing hug as he practically squealed. "Yuuki-channn!" the sandy-haired male said, clutching his adopted daughter with tight, loving arms. "I missed you so much!"
She gave him a gentler hug in return, smiling. "H-hello, Father," the girl greeted politely, a light pink dusting her cheeks. "I ... missed you ... too," she managed to get out, starting to have a hard time breathing.
Zero, the awkward turtle standing in a more distant area, cleared his throat. "Chairman, you're crushing her."
"Oh!" The man swiftly let go of the smaller girl, tears bubbling at the corner of his eyes as he stared down at the petite brunette. "Are you alright, Yuuki-chan?!"
She caught her breath, nodding a bit. "Yes, now I am. Thank you." She gave both her Father and Zero a light bow.
" ... " Zero averted his eyes, now staring down the Chairman. "What is it that you called us for again?"
The older male clicked his tongue, wiping a tear from his eye. "Ah Zero ... straight to the point as always, I see."
He retreated back to his desk, pulling out his chair as he took a seat. "Well ... Today we will be having a new student joining us. And I would wish for the disciplinary committee to escort her around our Academy, help her find her way around, you know?"
"So the new student is a girl?" Yuuki smiled, clapping her hands together excitedly. "I wonder what she's like!"
Zero rolled his eyes. He personally couldn't care less. Escorting a student around ... a mere waste of time, in his point of view.
"Ah, the student should be here soon anyway! ... She's quite late, actually."
Nearly fifteen minutes had past within the office, of just sheer waiting for the supposed new student to arrive. Zero had a grouchy scowl on his face, becoming more and more agitated by each tick of the clock.
Not being able to wait any longer, he abruptly stood up, so done with this. Zero was never the patient type. "That's it, I'm l-"
With a slam, the door was swiftly opened, promptly startling everyone within the office. Three figures stood there within the doorway.
In the middle was a girl with the messiest hair imaginable, bright locks of scarlet tied back in a sloppy, half-assed braid, excess strands and cowlicks flying all over the place. Her eyes were a dull, murky brown colour, dark circles ringing around them that signified lack of sleep. She also had pale skin that was practically covered in ginger freckles, especially around her nose and cheeks.
Analyzing the girl, she was rather tall as well, clad in a uniform-like attire: white elastic pants, a plain white t-shirt, and what looked to be slippers.
Flanking her sides were two burly-looking security guards, arms crossed with blank looks on their faces.
Zero felt his eyes narrow with suspicion, while Yuuki blinked curiously, giving the redhead a small smile.
"Ah, hello! Welcome to Cross Academy, miss Natsumi Haine!" Chairman Kaien cheered, throwing his arms out in a friendly manner.
Natsumi, in response, began to stroll over towards his direction, briskly walking right past Zero and Yuuki. She then (quite roughly) slammed a stack of papers onto his desk, ones that were previously held within her pale hands.
A lazy grin was present on Natsumi's somewhat childish-looking face as she chimed.
"Pizza delivery~."
/A/N/;
Ah, I hope my first chapter was long enough ! *crosses fingers*
I would very much appreciate it if you could give me some feedback, perhaps on what you think of the character, or what I could improve, etc. :)
Thanks, and have a wonderful day, lovelies ! ❤
