Chapter 1

Acceptance

All that I see when I look at a mortal is a mortal. They are people, nothing more, nothing less. I don't see a reason for them to live, yet I don't see a reason for them to die. In total, I don't see a reason for them. But who am I to question their existence? Not so long ago, we were all human. "We" being my kind of people; the supernatural people. Now don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with humans and there is nothing wrong with those of my genre; we are both fine the way we are. But wouldn't it be nice if we could all be the same? Wouldn't it be easier if we were all one type of people? I'd like to believe it would but I'm not so sure. You see, my perspective of humanity and immortals changed when I came to Fate Academy.

James was a fast driver. He drove the limousine like a manic. It scared me when I was younger, but as I grew, I eventually began not to care – I began not to care about anything.

"We are here Madame Xeno," James smiled. He turned his head to look at me, telling me in his twisted way to get out of the car. I sighed and scowled at him. "I can see that James. Just because I'm a Juvenile Delinquent doesn't mean I'm an idiot."

James stepped out of the limo, closed the door behind him and rushed to my door. I could hear him unlock it. By the time I knew it, a bright light was shining, flashing right before my eyes. In an instant, I threw my hands over my face. "Why on earth is London so bright?!"

James chuckled, "Because."

I stepped out of the car, keeping my hands over my eyes. I had taken a few steps away from the vehicle when I felt a gust of wind rush by me. I pulled down on my ivory knee-length skirt and seashell coloured sweater. When the wind had finally passed, I saw James and three other men holding my bags. "The wind…" I mumbled as I faced the men. "Was it you three?"

The men all dressed in blood red suits and onyx boots nodded. Sooner then I'd seen it coming, the men were bringing in my bags faster then I could count to five. I stared at what I could of of the males, astonished. Then ran as fast as cheetahs, but as graceful as gazelles.

"Who are they?" I mumbled to myself.

"Door men," I heard a deep voice answer. "If you think they run fast, wait till you see our track team." The voice had come from a tall man wrapped in red bandages and a confusing outfit of red and black and many other colors.

"Hi," I responded awkwardly. "You are?"

"Your vice principal," He answered, sticking out his left hand.

I ignored his arm by turning my head away. Crossing my arms, I said, "I meant your name."

I heard him chuckle as I turned to see him shoving his hands in his pockets. "Professor DiZ. Now… May I ask why you're dressed like that?"

I looked down at my outfit. "I think I look fine." I straightened my skirt and examined my silver heels.

"You do," He said, handing me a sheet of paper. "But you aren't dressed for school, darling."

I quickly grabbed the sheet and read it. Apparently, I was supposed to come to the school dressed in my uniform. I had just gotten here and I had broken a rule. "Well it's not like there's anything we can do about that now."

"Yes there is," Prof. DiZ replied. "Selphie, come here." He then turned his head to the direction of the opening of the campus. Trees and grass were everywhere. There were fountains, statues and people. It was like a set from a movie.

"Prof. DiZ!" I heard a high pitched voice shout. A short girl with short brown hair came running in my direction. When she was close enough, I could see she had bright green eyes. She wore a white dress shirt with a falu red tie that matched her pleated upper thigh black skirt and flat shoes. Above her dress shirt was an onyx business vest with golden buttons. On the left breast of the vest was a small emblem with the letter F in the center of it. She also wore knee high socks and carried a large French rose book bag. "I'm here sir."

I stared at the girl's outfit in disbelief. I couldn't mange to wear a uniform, especially one that looked so professional. I was a more laid back person when it came to clothing. I had even argued with my mother about the outfit I was wearing right now. I had thought it was too uptight, but now, it seemed actually casual compared to the uniforms of Fate Academy.

"This… Is Destiny," Prof. DiZ gestured to me. "She needs a uniform, a book bag, and all the papers and books our school has for starters. Plus, I'd like you to give her a grand tour."

"Yes sir," The girl whose name must have been Selphie nodded. "I'll get started right now. Come on Destiny."

I turned my head to James, who'd been behind me for a while. With my eyes, I asked him if this was really needed. He nodded and gestured his head towards Selphie. "Go on." I gave him a small smile and said I'd come home soon enough and then followed Selphie.

Selphie talked a lot. She explained many things about the campus, but I didn't listen. I was paying attention to the sound of the car drive off. When I was sure it was gone, I actually started listening to the conversationalist.

"…And that's where the photo club meets," she explained, pointing to a very small building. "It looks much bigger inside," she said, as if she was reading my mind. We walked a bit longer before making it to the other side of the whole school. Still outside of course, I had looked at all the people on the school grounds. They all looked alike in their uniforms. The males wore long black trousers and an onyx suit jacket with golden buttons. Like the females, they also had the badge on the left breast of their jackets. They wore dress shirts and falu red ties too. Their shoes were mostly dress shoes and some boots.

Selphie opened the door to the side of the building and waited for me to step in. When I walked inside, a Venetian red carpet was laid on the ground. The hall was large and doors on the walls. There were gold plates on each bole brown door, engraved in them were numbers. They were pictures on the ivory white walls and plants in various spots of the ground alongside the walls. Selphie led me to one of the doors, pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked it. She opened the door and stepped in. I stepped in after her to see a large room filled with papers, booklets, fallow brown book bags, books, and uniforms. In the corner was a red curtain which is what I'm guessing was used as a place to change.

I was so busy admiring the room that I hadn't noticed Selphie searching through the uniforms.

"This one looks like it would fit," She had pulled out one of the female uniforms and handed it to me. "Change behind the curtain."

I glared at the uniform, then at her. "It's ugly."

"Well that's life precious," She giggled and pushed me towards the curtain.

"Now change," with one final push, she had me in the corner with the drapes.

I sighed and reluctantly, pulled off my shirt. "So, why are you showing me around?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

"It's my job," I heard Selphie answer.

"Who would want this job?" I asked, obviously being obnoxious. I was pulling down my skirt when I heard her answer.

"A lot of people. It's cool to see what type of person is coming to Fate."

"What are you?"

"A fairy; a water, ice, and air type; I'm a bit of earth too." I could tell she was smiling by the tone of her cheery voice.

"Cool. So, do you want to learn anymore elements?"

"I'm studying light… It's kind of hard."

"Tell me about it," I laughed as I buttoned the buttons of the vest. "All I've got is darkness."

"How did you master that?" Selphie sounded amazed. I began thinking, darkness was more difficult to learn then I thought it was.

"I don't know," I replied as I walked out from behind the curtain. Selphie gave me a pair of white knee-length socks and onyx moccasins. As I pulled on the socks I finished my answer. "It just… Came natural to me."

"Amazing…" She mumbled to herself. She drifted away in thought, trying to figure out my ability.

"What's next?" I asked placing my right hand on my hip. I was fully dressed in the uniform and shoes.

Selphie looked at me for a second, dazed. She then shook her head and supplied me with a fallow brown book bag. I took it, unwillingly and hung it over my shoulder. It was surprisingly heavier then I thought it would be. "What's in this thing?"

"Books of course," Selphie smiled. She opened the door of the room and walked out. I followed her like a lost puppy, amazed by the silence of the halls.

"Who lives in these dorms?"

"Nobody."

"What? Why?" I asked, confused.

"These are supply closets, repair areas, and such," She spoke, leading me into another hall. "This is a big school... We need these extra rooms to keep us prepared."

"For...?" I questioned.

"For everything," Selphie laughed.

"Are we going back outside?" I asked, noticing she was guiding towards to two bulky maroon doors.

"Yeah," Selphie smiled. She grabbed the two golden handles and pushed them open.

Without more ado, I pulled my arms to my face and shielded my eyes from the light.

"What the hell!?" I shouted while Selphie chuckled. To be honest, I was getting annoyed with Selphie's cheerfulness; but the light of London was pissing me off more.

I moved my arms from my face and glared at the brunette. "What is wrong with you?"

Selphie smiled, "Nothing." She looked around the open area quickly. I followed her head to see we weren't too far off from a large track field. I stared at the papaya whip yellow sand underneath eight white stripes. Some numbers were written in white on the sand at what I suppose was the beginning of the large circle.

It was nice to see I would have a place where I could run. If I didn't, I'd probably strangle myself. A smiled and took a deep breath of the grass and trees in the area. I smiled at the sidelines, where the crowd would sit and roar for their favorite runner. I'd be their favorite runner one day.

"There he is!"

I turned abruptly to Selphie who was now shaking my arm wildly. She pointed at a large crowd of uniforms with a huge grin on her face.

"Who?" I asked, annoyed.

"Roxas Strife!"

Before I knew it, Selphie dragged me along the grass to the track, towards the large crowd. I shouted for her to stop, I even tried to pull away, but when this fairy was much stronger than she looked.

"Selphie! Stop!"

She didn't listen and by now, I was tumbling on the sandy track. I tried hard to keep up but my legs kept tying up together.

"Selphie!"

The sound of the crowd grew louder as we entered. Then out of the blue, I hit something; something cold and hard. I fell onto my bottom and slide back. I shut my eyes and brought my knees together. It felt as if I'd lost skin on my butt. I rubbed my head, feeling a headache coming on.

"Oh god…" I muttered. "Damn Selphie, be more careful."

That's when I realized the noise had stopped. The only sounds were those of nature; the breeze, the birds, the trees. I opened my eyes only to see the sand beneath me. I turned my head to the side to see numerous faces staring at me in shock. I scanned the crowd for a calm face but only saw horror on the faces of those in the gathering.

"You may want to close your legs."

My head shot up to the back of a blond; a spiky haired blond. I stood up and put my hands on my hips.

"Why would you look there, pervert?" I huffed.

I glared at the back of the spiky blond male. Who did he think he was? Telling me what to do? Didn't he know who I was? Well he probably didn't but I was sure going to tell him.

"Well you kind of got your whole body showing out to the world. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Yeah, maybe she could teach you some," I pressed my hand on his shoulder. Surprisingly, it was cold, really cold. Ice had nothing on this guy which was for sure. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, idiot."

I heard the crowd gasp and rolled my eyes. This was nothing; I'd eaten cereal that was more entertaining than this argument.

"Whatever you want princess," He said.

When he turned, I gasped.

This boy, he was amazing; simply amazing. His face was strikingly stunning. He had the perfect features. His pointed nose, his pale yet a little peachy skin, his wide ocean blue eyes which we more amazing than anything I'd ever seen. They were so bright, yet somewhat dull. Strangely, there was dark red, almost black smears under his eyes. It made him look like he was sleep deprived but I still thought he was good looking. His lips were magnificent; the perfect size, the perfect shape, just perfect. I couldn't spot out a single mistake, not a single error. Even the way his blond bangs gently brushed against his forehead was elegant. It was obvious this boy belonged in magazines; he was too beautiful not to be modeling for something.

I moved my arm away quickly and clasped my hands together. I swallowed and bit my tongue. I didn't know what to say, what could I say? Anything I said would raise his ego which was probably larger than Jupiter.

"What? No negative comment?"

Even his voice was attractive. Maybe I hadn't realized it before because I was so annoyed but his voice was musical, almost magical. Its sound was so hypnotizing.

I simply smirked and crossed my arms. I wasn't going act like I noticed his beauty, I couldn't. "What do you want me to comment on?"

"How about my looks?" He smirked. I almost died when I saw his white teeth flash at me and the right corner of his mouth move upwards.

"How about we act like I commented and then you take me out for lunch, bub?" I said, flashing my own smirk. For some reason, I wasn't as confident as before.

Then the crowd gasped again. It was really annoying me. I wasn't sure if lunch was such a dangerous thing in this place. How bad could food be?

The boy's smirk faded and went to a frown. His face changed so quickly that my heart jumped. I noticed the black umbrella he carried over his head – which was odd because there was not a cloud in the sky unfortunately – shake a bit. I looked at his long fingers keep hold of the sun blocker. His graceful hands clenched; one into a fist and the other around the umbrella.

"I'll have to get back to you on that," He muttered, a small smile on his lips. "You know how it is having no manners, right? Got to check my schedule every day just to see if somebody wants to be seen in public with me."

With that, he smirked, turned his back on me, and proceeded away from his crowd.

I clenched my fists angrily and shouted, "Agh! What a bastard!"

"Why the harsh words princess!?" He shouted back at me. I knew for sure he was smirking, even if he had his back on me.

"Oh shut up idiot!" I shouted back.

"Whatever you say princess!"

I rolled my eyes again and took a deep breath. Like I cared what that moron thought, I was probably never going to see him again; and if I did, I could just avoid him. No, I would avoid him.

I turned to Selphie, who like everyone else in the crowd, looked shocked.

"You know; if you don't plan on taking me to my dorm, just let me know," I yawned.

Selphie blinked a multiply of times before shaking her head, "Do you know what you just did?"

"I just asked you if you would take me to my dorm," I faked a gasp. "I am so bad ass."

Selphie gave me a glare that made me roll my eyes again.

Finally, I shook my head, "No, why?"

"You just argued with Roxas Strife," a dark skinned girl informed me.

I looked at her, "Is that such a bad thing?"

It was then I realized the whole crowd had been only girls. I took the obvious guess that this Roxas Strife was really popular with girls.

"Yeah, it is," Selphie said. "What's worse is that you asked him out."

"I did not ask him out," I argued.

"You kind of did," the dark skinned girl muttered.

I shot her a deadly glare, "I didn't. And if I did, what's the big deal?"

"He has a girlfriend," a brunette answered.

"Not to mention the fact that all the girls in this school will hate you," a blond mumbled.

I turned my back on the group and stepped out. "Honestly guys, I could careless about all the girls or his girl for that matter."

The girls wheezed, I laughed and headed towards the doors.

"Wait for me!" Selphie called after me.

My room was huge. Inside there were two of everything. Two canopy beds, two pairs of bedside tables at each side of the beds, two desks, two footstools at the end of each bed, two oak desks, two computers, two adjustable office chairs, two bookcases, two doors (one leading to a bathroom, one being entrance), two closets, two wardrobes, two dressers, two windows, and two rugs.

"I get the impression I'll be sharing this room with some one else," I said sarcastically to Selphie.

She laughed, "Yup; the right side is yours. Good luck." She turned and shut the door behind her.

I walked up to the right window at the end of the room and closed the white curtains; too much light was shining in. I then sighed and went to my bed. Taking a deep breath, I leaped onto the divan. Surprisingly, it was very comfortable; I enjoyed it as soon as the sheets touched my body. It was as if the falu red and onyx black eiderdown was consuming my body. Even the white sheets underneath the comforter embellished the comfort of the bed.

"Yum," I muttered quietly to myself.

"Yum?'

I sat up; eyes widened, and stared at a young but busty girl in the Fate Academy uniform staring at me. She was a brunette with big ocean blue eyes and shoulder length hair. For some odd reason, she reminded me a bit of the boy I had argued with but I decided it was just a coincidence. The Fate uniform looked much better on her than it did anyone. The way the fabric would stretch over her large chest and how her skirt shifted when her hips did. Everything just suited her better. Once again, I became self conscious because of the beauty of another. I was beginning to wonder if everybody in this school was better looking than me.

That's when I noticed the leather arsenic grey suitcases at her onyx moccasins shoes and white socks that reached to her upper thigh yet were a bit far off from her skirt. I looked at her peachy however tan thighs then to her equally peachy but tan face.

I stood from my bed and shifted from foot to foot. This was definitely an awkward moment which I was hoping wouldn't be followed by more since I figured out she was probably my roommate.

"My guess is this is your room too?" I muttered.

She nodded and picked up her two suitcases. She looked at the right side of the room and then walked to the left. She seated her bags down on the bed and then began opening them up.

"They didn't bring your bags up here for you?" I asked, taking a seat on my own bed.

"I wouldn't let them," she said.

I listened to her voice. It was as sweet as honey, no, sweeter. Her tone was just so sugary and syrupy that it made me want to glue myself to her so I could listen to her talk more.

"Private stuff?"

"Mhm."

"Cool," I mumbled. I rocked back and fourth on my bed while she unpacked. I watched all her movements as she unloaded her things into the drawers. She moved so gracefully and putting everything away with such caution; and the way she walked, it wasn't right for a casual stroll, it was something you'd see on a runway for a fashion show. Each stride was taken with such care it was just amazing. Every so often she'd catch my glance, stare for a bit and then continue with her unpacking.

"So…" I muttered after a while. I was getting board of staring at her and watching her every move; plus, she probably suspected me of becoming a stalker.

"Name?"

"Huh?"

"Name?" She repeated.

"Oh," I murmured. "Destiny Xeno."

"Xeno…" She moaned. She turned up to the ceiling and stared at the white concrete above us. Suddenly, she stared at me with an intense look. I shifted about a bit and looked at the ground quickly. This girl was seriously scaring me in many ways.

"I'm Sora," she said abruptly. "Sora Leonhart."

"Unisex name, nice," I said quickly. I felt stupid saying something like that. What if Sora hated her name because it was unisex? I simply grinned wildly which made her raise an eyebrow.

"Destiny…" She smiled. What a gorgeous smile it was. The way her glossy lips shined when the corners of her mouth went upwards. The next sound that came out of her surprised me. Equally sugared but even more adorable was her laugh. It wasn't loud or obnoxious, it was innocent. I watched the fringe of extensive black eyelashes press against another as her white teeth sparkled. I stared into her mouth. Her shining teeth were all perfectly straight and there was not a speck of dirt on either her tongue or gums. I could now say with confidence and a truck load of jealous, this girl was perfect.

"What are you Destiny?"

I blinked and then shook my head. I wasn't paying much attention to the actual Sora, just her outer wear. I blushed a bit and then turned my head to the ceiling. I didn't want to answer her question, it was too personal. I played around with my fingers and then turned to her. She looked at me intensely. It was the same freaky look as before, more softened this time, but I still felt as if she was tearing my into pieces with her eyes just to see into my soul.

"I'm a… A witch," I told her. Technically, it wasn't lying because it was some of the truth. "What are you?"

"A vampire," she muttered.

My eyes grew larger and I could feel my heart skip a beat. Hastily, I stood up, shaking but still staring at the brunette beauty.

Sora smiled, "You run, I'll catch you. You can't out run a vampire Destiny."

"I can try!" I shouted. I ran to the door in hast but like a flash of light, Sora stood at the door in a defensive stance.

"You bite me and I'll kill you," I warned her.

She chuckled, "Oh Destiny, you can't kill me. Even if you were capable of putting in the hospital, I'd just come back, and if I did, I'd come after you."

I swallowed and took a step back. Sora smirked and then ran behind me so quickly; I didn't even have time to turn around to watch her. But when I did turn, she stood in front of me, arms crossed. I backed up in fear but she only came closer with each step I took. Suddenly, my back hit something hard. I tilted my head a bit and saw our entrance door.

"I won't bite you Destiny," Sora said darkly. For some odd reason, I didn't believe her. She saw the fear in my eyes and stepped back. "Believe me; I would never kill someone of my kind if you get what I mean."

I batted my eyelashes for a minute, pondering over the statement. Then it suddenly came to me, "Oh, you mean you would never kill an Inhuman."

She nodded, "Unless… I'm being paid to."

I nodded, "Kind of sad, huh?"

She bobbed her head once, "But there are rules; like you can't kill another Assassin."

"Unless you go to that guy," I muttered.

"Yup, he decides," Sora concluded.

I shifted from foot to foot; this conversation was getting rather depressing. I had to change the subject. "So," I said casually. "Vampire… How is it?"

"It's all right," she muttered but then sighed. "But it's so hard! I mean, I have to resist the one thing that fills me up the most."

I couldn't comment on that. It was just too, sickening. It disturbed me in a way how some Inhumans would literally eat parts or eat a human in total. It was just so… Repulsive.

"It's not that gross that you have to shiver."

"What?" I asked. Suddenly, I felt a shiver run up my spine which made my whole body tremble. I breathed and then looked at Sora, "How did you…?"

"It's one the abilities I've got," she mumbled softly. She shook her head slowly, "I can't tell the actual future so don't jump to conclusions."

"Explain..." I smiled. "After we get something to eat, I'm starving."

Sora laughed her sweet laugh which made me grin. Oddly, I felt good that I could put a smile on somebody's face. Most of the time, I wanted to wipe those smiles off, literally.

"Why are all the unhealthy foods always the greatest?"

Sora laughed as I bite into the de-fried meat on my plate. I chewed vigorously and looked around the courtyard. Students of different races sat outside at different circular or rectangular oak tables with matching wooden chairs. Their voices spread through out the beautiful scenery of plants such as trees, bushes, flowers, and of course grass. All dressed in the same clothes- depending on your gender- with minor alterations to make them more comfortable for the person, the students kept talking amongst their group or sitting alone reading or eating. It was rare that people of the same race would sit in a group only for that race; the students here were very diverse.

"Seems everybody likes everybody," I said to Sora. She looked down at her plate - which was empty since she had insisted on not eating - and then right past me. For a moment, I thought she was looking at me with that blank stare on her beautiful face but I looked behind me to see a group of outcast kids sitting by a great shady tree.

"Demons," Sora suddenly said. I turned to her quickly.

"Demons?" I repeated.

She nodded, "They've been exiled by our whole school. Everybody hates them because of who they are."

"How do you know this?" I eyed her. Maybe Sora wasn't as new as I thought.

"I've got an older brother who goes here," she replied.

I nodded slowly and then turned my head back to the group. I stared at each student. They all looked normal to me, nothing out of the ordinary from what I saw. There was no real reason for anybody to panic; obviously these people knew that if they did anything stupid, they'd be killed.

I gazed back at Sora, "So just because these kids eat people means they have to be treated like dirt?"

"Some what," she answered.

I dropped my utensils on my plate and clenched my fist. I could feel my anger boiling up inside me. It wasn't fair, nor did it make any sense. It wasn't right that they had to be at the bottom because of who their parents are.

"That's stupid!" I declared. "What about the bloodsuckers, hm? They drink the blood of people; tell me where they are on this social ladder."

Sora rolled her blue eyes and said, "It's funny. With vampires, they are both hated and at the top. It's that we are considered classier I suppose. Plus," she smirked. "Look at us. People are intimidated by us so they don't even bother setting us straight."

I threw my head down. She was right but it still wasn't fair, it just wasn't fair at all. I inhaled and then exhaled. I needed to change the subject before I did something I'd regret. "Tell me about your power."

"I knew you'd say that," she smiled. It had me in fear at how fast Sora's facial expressions would change. She'd be at her darkest moments at one time and then smiling the next. I'd simply smile awkwardly, like how I was now.

Sora chuckled, "Well, you really want to know what it's like?"

I nodded eagerly.

Sora nodded, "First of all, I can choose whether to see what's coming or to ignore it. Most of the time I ignore it, I like surprises. Secondly, I can't see a clear picture and I don't choose when I see the future, it just happens. I get an idea of what's going on but that doesn't always come out so clear. It's different with words though. When it's just a short sentence like 'Tell me about your power' it comes out clearly. But if it's like a giant paragraph, I don't have it at all; maybe just a couple words but how much does that help? Thirdly, I can only see what would happen if a person were to make an immediate decision. If they change their mind, them I'm lost."

I bobbed my head a couple times, processing the information. "So to put it in total, you are limited."

"Aren't all abilities?" She said, cocking an eyebrow.

I leaned back in my chair and did the same but smirked. "Not if you've got darkness, bloodsucker."
Both Sora's eyebrows rose which surprised me yet I stayed serene.

"You've already completed your darkness studies?"

"No," I answered. "I was just born with the ability." I rolled my eyes, "Darkness is a big thing here?"

Sora nodded, "It's hard to master; your lucky."

I smiled, "This coming from the all time beauty."

Sora chuckled and shook her head. "Don't flatter me or I'll bite you."

I rubbed my neck and laughed, "Aw, come on. I thought we were friends."

"Like I could ever be friends with a dirty witch," she grinned.

"Ouch, that hurts," I pouted and then grinned. Sora laughed a bit louder than her usually quiet chuckle. My grin widened as her white teeth sparkled. Sora was truly more beautiful when she wasn't trying to remain calm. I liked her most when she was just herself; which was funny since we'd just met.

I wiped my hands on a napkin in front of me and when I looked back up at the brunette, she had that intense look in her eyes. I noticed the skin around her neck tighten and her eyelids lower as she arose from her seat. I gawked at her and looked behind me. To my surprise, a tall boy with a cocky grin also arose. He had wild bright red hair and vibrant green eyes. Two small sea green triangles rested on top of his pale skin under his eyes. He raised one of his short eyebrows and then gestured towards Sora to come closer.

"He's calling you," Sora corrected me.

"What?" I asked. I shook my head, "No way am I going there."

"Just go see what he wants," Sora said. "If anything happens, I'm right here."

I glanced at her still unwillingly to step on the demon's patch. Sora looked at me, her eyes more warm now. She gave me a small smile and gestured towards the demon's spot.

I nodded and the rose from my seat. I took a deep breath and then stepped away from my friend and into my enemies. While I walked to the forbidden place, it came to me that for the first time in my whole life, I had actually been afraid in a school. Most of the time I just brushed things off but that was because I was always at human schools. Maybe my kind was scarier than I thought.

I listened to the patches of grass crumble underneath each step, as if to be a warning that I was stepping toward my death. I took another deep breath and continued walking. I remembered that I had been facing the ground this whole time when I realized it was time to look up or I may face something I can never forget. I inhaled and shot my head up.

The redhead's face was so close to mine, our foreheads touched. Never in my life had I felt so deceased, so dead. His hard square jaw came closer to my rounded chin as his lips parted. I moved my eyes upwards his face. From his square chin to his short red eyebrows. I examined the way his cheekbones and long straight nose looked up close. What appeared pale from far off wasn't as white as I had thought; his cheeks had some small sparks of a pink coloring. I went up from the bridge of his nose to his piercing eyes. His eyes were intense, not as intense as Sora's but they were close. His straight thick black eyelashes batted only once and even when they did close, I still felt as if the redhead was watching me.

Suddenly, I felt more gazes on me. Once again, I had become the center of attention without even doing anything.

Then I felt a hot breath on my mouth. I brought my eyes down to my pink glossed lips and then tilted them to the redhead's slight parted mouth. I could see the tips of his teeth which were surprisingly bright for those of a demon.

"I'm Axel," he said in an eerie tone. I shivered but clenched my fist. I had to stand strong. "Got it memorized?"

I felt like nodding out of fear but from the use of being cocky, I rolled my eyes and said, "You aren't important, why should I memorize your name?" I could hear some small gasps of air from the crowd and cursed them all under my breath.

Axel smirked, "Watch your language kid." Then he moved his forehead off of mine and brought his lips to my ear. In such a soft tone he said, "By the way, I know your secret."

I eyes enlarged and my mouth opened slightly. No words or breaths came from my mouth. I just stood completely still, arms at my sides, legs together.

Axel moved from my ear, his twisted smirk on his lips. "Aren't you supposed to say something sarcastic now?" He snorted and twirled his back to me. "Pathetic," I heard him say under a breath.

The word shot at me like a bullet. Where did this guy go off judging me? He didn't even know me. And then talking about my secret? I was surely going to kill him.

I shook my head slowly, clearing my mind. I needed to concentrate to use on of my favorite weapons on this guy. I erased all thoughts from my head and closed my head. I took a deep breath and tried to bring up my rage; my anger over this stupid demon. How much I already hated him for testing me.

I could feel my blood rush up my arms and to my shoulders. The liquid bubbled and then my arms went numb. I opened my eyes and looked down at my hands. They went from their peach color to shining silver slowly. As they did, the color of my veins followed them close behind. The stare of everyone around me felt like the sun was seated right over my head but I had to forget them and concentrate. When my arms turned to complete silver the details disappeared. My curved fingertips went sharp and joint together. Soon enough, it was impossible to separate them; soon enough I didn't have hands. They were replaced, with sharp blades. My shoulders were attached to swords, my arms were steel rapiers.

I smirked at my devilish weapons and flashed my head up to Axel. Lucky for me, the idiot still had his back in my direction, perfect for me to strict him head.

I rushed to him, one arm out in front of me with an evil smile on my lips. As I ran I gained power. I felt stronger than ever once I lunged one arm right to his back.

Faster than I could blink, Axel turned around and grabbed the blade I held out. I glared at him angrily and tried to pull my arm away. That's when I saw his smirk and realized this was all a setup; it was what the idiot wanted. I cussed again which only made the demon's smirk in widen.

With his grip still tight, he clutched his big hand on my sword-arm, crushing it slowly. I let out a pitiful cry as what used to be my hand shattered like glass. It was from what used to be my elbow to my hand that was the actually blade but what Axel had crushed– what was from my wrist to fingertips –was the tangible sharp point of the weapon.

When the pointed part of my weapon was in pieces on the ground beneath me, Axel shook his head, still his evil grin formed on his lips. What surprised me was that not a shed of blood had spilled from the male; not only did it surprise me, it angered me more. I gazed at the pieces on the ground and then at my destroyed left arm. Quickly, all the pieces shot up above me, high into the air. As the pieces did, so did heads, including mine. My left arm also went up with the heads. Even faster than they went up, the pieces came straight down at rapid speed. The heads of everyone around followed the pieces while the came portion by portion, like a puzzle, to form my weapon once again.

The pieces came quickly together and the evil grin came back to my face and left Axel's. It was replaced with a shocked expression. In no time, my almost demolished sword was perfect as it once was before. I held it by my throat– space between it and me obviously -the blade facing a shocked Axel.

"I'm Destiny," I alerted him. "'Got it memorized?' "

He smirked at my imitation of him and nodded, "How could I have ever thought about giving up such an intriguing battle?" To my surprise, fire surround his hands- which I now noticed were covered in bear black gloves- and spun in a circular motion. I watched it spin and soon form two silver and crimson red Chakrams.

"Don't worry Destiny," Axel sneered, going into an offensive battle stance. "I'll go easy on you."

Author's Note: Well, this is Chapter 1.. Getting pretty interesting xD

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