Kiteria: Heyo guys, I know I have other stories I keep promising to finish, but any fellow writers out there know what its like when you get a new idea tat just wont go away. Well, this was one of those. This is a co-written story between me and a friend of mine TeeBeMe. She is an amazing writer and the style will be mainly hers since I think it flows better. Let us know what you guys think okay? Those who loved my stories BlueDevil High and BlueDevil Dropouts, you may like his because Saya, Sheera, and Star are back! Enjoy chapter one!
P.S- Xin is Tee's character, not mine!
"Is this skirt even legally long enough?"
A distinctly boyish snort ripped through the slightly tense atmosphere shared between me and my sister. She glanced over at me, a frown marring her pretty face. I could only grin back at her. "Legally long enough, Hina? Seriously? I don't think we're breaking any rules by showing our legs for once since we've starting our training."
Training as in miko training. Spiritually training? Miko training sounds kind of weird, stupid even. Priestess training? Wow, that sounds even worse. Bottom line, my sister and I are miko. The type that go around purifying impure souls, exterminating evil spirits and blessing Temples and such.
Our family is actually pretty famous. The women are all miko and the men are monks or priest, which is my opinion, is pretty similar. But don't say that to my Grandfather because you'll be verbally assaulted. Despite our fame, our family has been pretty reclusive. I never really understood why but the Hyuga family eventually moved to a large Temple secluded up in the mountains since before my sister and I were even born.
Which, in my opinion, is not healthy for children. I mean, c'mon, who did they expect us to talk to besides one another? The trees? The birds? But my family believed that being hidden away in the mountains was a better alternative for my sisters, cousin and I.
And then one day, my parents decided it would be completely and utterly in our best interest to suddenly rip us out of normal routine and send us to an Academy that would better cater to our abilities and teach us how to interact with other beings.
Beings such as demons and mythcials. Again, in my opinion, I really don't get the logic of it at all. Last time I checked, mikos were a dying breed anyway. Why raise us in seclusion all our lives and then suddenly send us to an Academy to better hone our skills with other supers when we're sixteen?
Pretty stupid, if you ask me. But no one asked me and that's why my Grandmother threw a wooden bucket at my head last night.
Anyway...
Next to me, Hinata huffed and tugged at her skirt. "It's just...I'm not used to this. How can you so be so calm while wearing this?" Hinata whined childishly. My sister was the prime example of a miko. Everything about her just screamed 'purity' and 'traditional' at you. Honestly, I'm more worried about her in this school than myself. It's like throwing a bunny rabbit into the wolves' den.
"Hina, you're going to end up flashing the school before we even get in there. Just leave it be, it's really not that short," I lightly slapped her hands away. Sometimes with my stronger personality, I wondered how Hinata turned out to be the older twin. "God, I hope you'll be okay..." I muttered more to myself than to her.
She tightened her lips, a look of determination crossing her usual serene face. "If Father and Mother think this it what's best for us then that's what is best for us," She said with no trace of doubt. I only looked at her, eyebrow quirked.
"It is so easy to mislead you."
Hinata and I were Sophomores. Which confused me, because what in the hell is a sophomore anyway? Who came up with the word and why that word? Sophomore sounded stupid and I felt even stupider knowing that was my classification.
Our schedule was pretty easy to remember. From 7:45 to 10:45 is when we focused on our miko training. Then from 10:45 to 3:00 is when we attended normal classes. Classes like math, science, History, Japanese literature and elective classes. Homeroom started at 7:30 and ended at 7:40.
"Hina, no, I'm telling you, Homeroom is down this way," I insisted with a frown. Hinata glanced at the copy of her schedule and then glanced down the way I was pointing. She turned into the direction she had been planning on going down with a tight frown.
"Xin, that's literally in the opposite direction. Look," She pointed to our room number. A21. My frown deepened and I looked back down the way I wanted to go. That would lead us down D hallway.
"Well, who in the blue Hell built this school and decided to divide it by numbers and letters? Who does that?"
Hinata gave me a sharp look before whacking me on the head with her bag. "You know we're not allowed to curse. Don't swear like that, it's bad for you," She scolded me, tugging me down the right hallway.
Snorting, I allowed her to drag me after her. "You know, I read somewhere that swearing is actually good for you. Like, it's a stress reliever. So, you know I can totally say 'fuck' cuz' it relieves stress-OW! Hinata! Don't pinch me like that."
"You know that if Father was here, he wouldn't allow that type of language."
"But he's not here, Hina. Live a little, c'mon, say Hell."
"I'm not saying that. Now let go of my arm."
"Not until you curse. Come on, one swear word. I won't tell. It'll be our secret."
My sister and I continued to squabble, not even taking notice of the Homeroom's door sliding open. When didn't stop until we heard someone clearing their throat. Freezing in the middle of pinching and pulling at one another, we slowly looked up into the bemused eyes of the Homeroom teacher, Iruka Umino-Sensei. We'd met him the day before along with several other teachers. So far, he seemed the nicest.
"Ah...Good morning, Umino-Sensei," Hinata smiled tightly and literally shoved me off by my head. I stumbled and shot her a dirty look for her abuse. No one ever believed me when I called her abusive.
"Morning," I waved to him. Hinata glanced at me, probably unimpressed with my casual behavior. Umino-Sensei eyed the both of us before a light smile crossed his face.
"Good morning, girls. Did you have trouble finding the classroom? You're ten minutes late," Umino-Sensei reminded us. I could just feel Hinata staring at the side of my head, quietly blaming me for our lateness. "Well, it can't be helped. Come inside."
Introducing myself to the class didn't make me nervous at all. You would think that with the pathetic people skills I have, I would be nervous. Like Hinata or something. I wasn't even looking at her but I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was blushing as the noise settled down and everyone stared at us.
"Uh...Hi!" I grinned widely and waved. I think Hinata might have choked on her spit.
"I'm Xin and this is my sister, Hinata. We've been home schooled this whole time so we're completely new at this. Oh! And we're miko in training, so there's that."
The classroom was oddly quiet, which kind of confused me. "Wait, Mikos still exist?" someone suddenly asked from the back. Before I could stop myself, I scoffed out loud.
What in the hell kind of question is that?
"Of course we still exist. You see us standing here, don't you?"
Hinata slapped her forehead.
My first class was math and Hinata wasn't in it. I found that strange because wouldn't they think it's better to keep us in the same classes? We're the only mikos in this entire school full of mythical beings and demons.
Plus, she's even more socially-retarded than I am.
But, this is something we have to get used to if we're eventually going to out into the world, I guess. We're not always going to be together, well, maybe we are. We're sort of freakishly attached to one another but what do you expect when you raise two girls up in the mountains? And then you want to suddenly throw them off the mountain into the horrors that is High School?
Yeah, we're totally going to be fine.
So, there I was, trying to find my way to my math class when I slammed face first into someone. Either I was walking a lot faster than I assumed or this kid was a stone demon because I'm eighty-nine percent sure my nose is broken.
"Ugh," I grumbled around my pain. I groped at my nose, wondering if it was really broken. Maybe it was sprained? Wait, can you sprain your nose? That sounds beyond stupid. So maybe it's just bruised?
"Aren't you going to apologize?"
I blinked like an owl and looked up into stone-gray eyes. Huh, maybe he really is a stone demon. Is there such thing? I think there is. Or, there should be. Next to the supposed stone demon, his twiggy friend stared wide eyed at me. He might have been a bird demon.
"Oh, dude, wait. I know this girl. She's the new miko. You know, the one with the twin? They have those freaky eyes." He grinned widely and I returned his grin with a harsh scowl.
"Um, excuse you? Freaky? That's rude."
Oddly enough, they look confused at my tone. The stone demon leans forward and slips his hand under my white tie, lifting it up to examine it. "Sure she's a miko? I thought they were nice and docile. And weak."
I can feel my hand glowing with dark thoughts brewing in my mind. I had every intention of showing this thick headed freak just how weak, nice and docile I could be when another voice rang out.
"Hey, the hell's wrong with you idiots? Why the fuck are you picking on the new girl? Leave her alone, morons."
This girl came completely out of nowhere. She was a little taller than me with jet-black hair mixed with red streaks. Her pretty green eyes were narrowed in annoyance as she literally shoved the living hell out of the stone demon.
The stone demon glared viciously at her but she did this weird thing and her eyes flashed red for a brief second. "Fuckin' siren..." He spat acid at her before turning on his heel and storming away with his bird-brained friend following after him.
She turned towards me after a long moment, eyebrow quirked. "You should really watch where you're going." She said after a long moment. I gaped at her, completely offended.
"It's not like someone's going to always save you."
"What the fuc—" I paused, trying to remember Hinata's strict no cursing rule. "Save me? I don't need someone to save me. Who in the blue Hell even asked you in the first place?" I hissed at her. Hell wasn't really a curse word. I think that word is safe to say.
The green eyed woman scowled (her tie was red, meaning she was a mythical) and cocked her head back with an attitude. "Really? Cuz' it looked like you were about to be shoved into a locker, Lord knows you can fit your little elf ass into them."
"Oi! I'm a fuckin' miko damn it, not an elf!" I hissed at her, no cursing rule be damned. I'm not sure who this girl thought she was dealing with but I'm not the one. Oh, because she sent two idiots away I was supposed to fall at her feet and be thankful? Uh, I don't think so. Not today.
"I don't care what you are, you're stupid."
"Listen here, you abomination, I didn't ask you in the first place and maybe when you decide to help someone out, you shouldn't be so rude to them. Even when they clearly don't need your help."
"You know, there's a reason why I hate mikos and you just seriously reminded me why."
"That honestly has nothing to with anything but just for that, I'll make sure to take my time when I'm purifying you."
We shared a heated glare before a warning bell sounded off. Realizing I was going to be late for my class thanks to this harpy, I broke the glaring contest first. "Whatever." I sneered at her before sharply turning to storm away.
Storm away into the wrong direction.
Hinata actually made friends. And it's not even like she made just one friend, oh no. My sister managed to find herself a clique. First there was this girl named Sakura who I mistook for a fairy or pixie based off of her pink hair. Big mistake.
She was an Ogress, for Kami's sake's.
Then there was this loud blonde girl with big blue eyes. Turns out she's a Banshee, which made a whole hell of a lot of sense because she was horribly loud and would not shut up for two seconds. Opposite of her was this calm but friendly brunette who was a Mogwai, or a Chinese Goblin. She seemed nice until I mentioned that one American movies that featured Mogwais. She gave me a dirty look for that.
There was others that Hinata told me about but they were no where to be found so I didn't bother to remember their names. "Did you make any friends, Xin?" Sakura asked politely when Hinata took a pause of describing this one wolf demon who seemed to just stare at her through the whole period.
"Uh, not exactly," I admitted, shrugging. "There was this one crazy chick who intervened between this argument. She was mean as hell. I think she was a mythical." I explained to them shortly, following their lead to our Science class. I really didn't want to be late again.
"A crazy and mean mythical? Sounds like Saya." Ino muttered blankly. It was the first time since meeting her that she actually said something quietly.
"That's not nice, Ino. Xin could be talking about anyone. You can't just assume it's Saya." Tenten chided the Banshee. "What did she look like, Xin? Maybe she was just having a bad day and took it on you." She suggested kindly.
I never knew goblins could be so kind. "Um, oh, she had pretty green eyes. Like emeralds or something and um...long black hair with red streaks. She was really pretty but that attitude of hers made me want to punch her in the face. Or break her damn kneecaps."
"Language."
"Damn isn't a swear word."
"You're using it as one."
A snort of laughter from Sakura stopped us. "That's Saya, alright. She's a good kid, really. Just...cranky. Her sisters are popular but she doesn't really get along well with...well...anybody."
I only huffed before finally making it to the Science classroom. It was a good mixture of both demons and mythcials but I noticed that they sat separated, completely divided. All the demons sat to the left of the room and the mythcials took up the right. And oh look, speak of the devil and he shall appear. Or, rather, she, in this situation. That cranky mythical, Saya, sat all the way in the back. Despite having someone sitting in front of her, she wasn't interacting with her classmates like everyone else.
I frowned in question but said nothing, noting some people were staring at us. It was mostly the demonic students. You know, demons and mikos never really got along. This was the first academy in the nation that mixed us together.
Hinata immediately settled down with Sakura, Tenten and Ino and left me standing by myself. Well, gee, thanks sis. Huffing, I searched for a vacant seat. I didn't even bother looking towards the demons. That was a problem I didn't need or want.
The only seat left, ironically, was next to Saya. Well, Hell. Why the hell not? Sitting next to her was probably better than sitting with a demon. Ah, maybe. She wouldn't immediately hate me for no good reason.
Oh, that's right. The evil little twit already hated me. I remembered her mentioning hating mikos, which, now that I thought about it, kind of surprised me. It's not like the mythcials were the best of friends with mikos but they've always gotten along in the past before the mikos dwindled down to just my family.
Brushing the thoughts aside, I approached the vacant desk. Oddly enough, I felt like everyone was suddenly staring at me. Ignoring the stares that I'm probably just imagining, I made it to the back of the class, settling my bag down slowly.
Saya finally tore her eyes away from the window to stare at me. Her green eyes light up in recognition and I think maybe scorn. I only stared back at her, daring her to tell me to sit with demons. My lips pursed and I quirked my eyebrow while she twisted her lips up in a frown.
"Hey," I greeted simply before sitting down.
Stick that in your juice box and suck it.
The rest of our first day went without a hitch. Although I did notice the majority of my classes was shared with Saya. Ironic, isn't it? She did her best to avoid speaking to me but I always ended up sitting next to her, in front of her, or in back of her.
Although I found it funny, she did not. In fact, I'm pretty sure she had this one vein in her forehead that was just ready to burst by the time last period rolled around. I was just bursting at the seams from giggling as she viciously glared at me.
I think my giggles added to her horrible attitude. Every time I let out a giggle or a snort, she'd openly glare at me. I think she was even about to throw her eraser at my head at one point.
Each time I saw her, she was always by herself. I mean, yeah, her personality sucked towards me but she had to have some friends, right? I thought one of the reasons for this academy was supposed to teach different supernaturals to get along, not hate each other.
Maybe Saya was just weird like that.
Then again it's not like the demons and mythcials really bothered to get along. I mean, they didn't glare at one another or anything like that but I don't think they really interacted unless they had to.
It's not like I had any room to talk. I hadn't made any friends at all. Well, there was Ino, Sakura and Tenten but technically Hinata made those friends. I had yet to find friends on my own. But I liked those three, they seemed nice enough. Even though Ino refused to shut the hell up for more than five seconds. But she was still nice. I guess.
"Oh," I suddenly paused just as Hinata and I made it outside. "I forgot my bag inside. Wait in the car, Hina. I'm gonna go get it," I told her before turning around. I heard her
remind me that the class was straight down the hall and to my right. Like I needed her to remind me. I totally knew where I was going.
Er...or not.
Honestly, how is it possible that I ended up lost that quickly?
"Well...damn," I grumbled under my breath. I twisted around in a full turn and noticed I wasn't alone in the previously empty hallway. "Oh! Hey, you. Redhead smoking the cigarette! Oh my God, are you seriously smoking in the middle of a school hallway? What type of shit is that? Have you lost your mind?"
Just as I was about to storm up to the redhead guy who was blatantly ignoring me, a hand wrapped around my wrist and jerked me backwards. "What the hell do you think you're doing now?" Exasperated green eyes met my gaze as I spun around to see Saya.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have the prettiest green eyes?" I asked before I could think of anything else. The disturbance was evident in her eyes as she cocked her head back and regarded me like I was stupid. "Oh, that was random," I snatched my hand away. "And I think I'm about to tell him to put that cigarette out. We're in school and it's not healthy."
Saya glanced over my head. Damn it, she even had an inch or two over me. "You can't just tell him to put it out," She said quickly with a scowl. "You don't even know him."
"You don't even know me but that isn't stopping you from trying to tell me what to do."
Saya scoffed angrily. "You know what, you little midget? Do what you want, see if I give a damn. One less miko in the world isn't going to bother me. In fact, I'm hoping for it," She spat at me through a harsh scowl.
Hand on my hip, I regarded her with an annoyed but questionable expression. "What crawled up your ass and died? The hell did I do to you? You're acting like I tried to kill you or something, you're a hateful person, you know that? It's not pretty."
The green eyed monster only huffed, arms folded across her chest. "You know exactly what your kind did." She hissed at me. I only stared at her because, honestly, what the hell was she talking about? My kind? What the hell did we do to her?
Rolling my eyes, I glanced back to the smoking redhead only to see that he was long gone. "Damn it all to Hell, he's gone. Look what you did. Oh, you know what? Screw it. I don't have time. I'm supposed to be getting my damn bag."
I hurried back to the classroom that I passed twice trying to find it to collect my bag.
When I came back out, Saya was already gone. Well, good. What a cranky woman. That's probably why she didn't get along with anyone. How did you expect to have friends with an attitude like that? And what exactly did she have against mikos anyway?
Running out of the academy, my eyes searched for the waiting car Dad sent for us. Finding it easily, I approached it and climbed in only to come to face with Hinata's blank face. I rolled my lips together into a nervous smile. "Hi?"
"You're horrible at directions."
"Oh, shut up."