Disclaimer - You know whats orginal and what's not. This is a rewrite of 'Arcobaleno's School for The Uniquly Talented,' and there will be similarities, so be prepared. If you haven't read it, it'' be something you've never read before. Thanks! RnR?

She ran as fast as she could, her pale little legs straining her to go as fast as she could. Brown bangs fell into her face, slightly obscuring her view, though she did nothing to prevent this. She simply hadn't enough time to worry about every little thing wrong. Her face was red with heat and exhaustion was evident on her face, but she still ran full speed down the brightly colored hallways, desperate to find her way. Her white school shoes hit the plush carpet with a slight 'oomph' sound, but she paid no mind to it. Her bright carmine eyes matched the small luggage she carried on her shoulder, bouncing with every step. They moved everywhere, scanning for a sign or signal to let her know that she was not lost. Her name was etched in bold black letters on the sides of either shoe, letting every bystandard who stared long enough to notice her aware of her name. She was named after the time she was born in; when the grass was green and the sky was always blue.

When clouds were big and white and puffy and the sun was a bright yellow ball of light in the sky.

When blossoms started their annual bloom and animals came out of their hiding spots after the cold, cold times.

When everything was just starting to bustle with light and hope and all the gracefulness nature had to offer.

She was born into the Miura family on a cloudy day in May, the second to last day. There was a giant war raging, but she seemed to be at peace with it during her childhood. Being what she was, seeing blood and guts being spilled was commonplace, and not to be questioned or rebuked. It is simply the circle of life, her mother once told her, we will live and they will die. She hadn't completely understood what that meant, but she knew better than to question it. Her mother was always right, after all.

Even when she wasn't.

Her name was Haru, a name neither feminine or girly, but certainly hers. Haru loved cool sunrises and warm sunsets, and big yellow balls made of fire and magic. She loved big puffy clouds made of air and dreams and curious animals who loved to play games. She liked to sit and listen to the sounds of the building rustling and moving on it's own, creating music without violins or harps. She thrived in the darkness and preferred to keep to herself. She didn't speak much, but made up for it with bright, expressive, vermillion eyes and a pair of bloody red lips usually quirked up into something akin to a grin. Her mouth never opened wide and she was quick to defend herself, but never attacked anyone witout a reason.

She was a walking, talking disaster waiting to happen.

Haru knew that her eccentric ways would land her in trouble one day, but she did not imagine that this trouble would come to her so soon. Her mother always told her that a girl of her heritage should be ever graceful and the epitome of elegance, but Haru never met those standards, nor did she agree with them. She was supposed to walk with her pale face held high, the small, pointy nose in the air. Her nails were supposed to be long and well groomed, but her nails were mere stubs of green paint placed on the edge of her fingers. She was supposed to be a sleek, fast killing machine. A deadly predator.

Fast hunters are not late to their first class, she thought inwardly, sighing heavily. She'd been in The Academy for three years now, but recently she'd been switching from one side of the building to another. She doesn't remember much of the conversation, for a pretty yellow bird stood outside of the window practically calling her name, but she remember them mentioning that she was too dark to stay in the Luminosty Section of the school.

"You don't have a shine to you."

"You're dark."

"Where's your spark?"

"Why are you so dull?"

"You know, you don't belong here."

"Leave."

"You will never be a star."

After three years of hearing that she didn't fit in with the brightness, the Headmaster decided to switch her to the Twilight Zone, which she didn't mind. As long as she could still hear the beautiful animals moving and bustling, she would be okay.

She was always okay.

So she packed her bag, she never had much of anything, and decided to move as quickly as possible. She declined an escort because of her reclusive ature, but wished she'd been assigned someone anyway. She liked locking herself in the tower of stone she built around herself, but it was always nice to see someone — anyone — waiting outside of her tower.

They didn't have to come inside, and she hoped they wouldn't, but she just wanted to see them wait for her. Just waiting. That would be nice, she reasoned with herself.

But things in her life didn't turn out nice. It was usually made into a bloody god-awful mess, even if she had good intentions. Maybe it was because she was a girl born of her heritage, or maybe it was because her blood was tainted. Maybe it was because she was born with so much life when she was supposed to be a beacon of death or maybe it was because she clung to anything tightly enough to murder it.

Maybe it was because Haru would never be a star.

But none of that really matters now, does it? In the end, your fate is sealed and there isn't anything you can do to change it. It hurts going through it, but that's something we all have to accept. Life goes on, with or without you, she reminded herself whenever things got bad. It was her matra, the calming prayer. She repeated it once, twice, thrice, and she was back to her aalmost impassive state instead of being a mess of emotions.

Still, she wished that things would turn in her favor at least once.

Please.

Haru was so lost in her musings, she failed to notice the figures trailing after her small, white form. Her skin was as cold as ice, and burned slightly if one would touch. It was the color of fresh snow, white and almost fluffy appearing. In an sense, she looked like the fluffy white clouds she admired from her bedroom window during spring days when she was holed up in her bunk and her roommate was out.

The creatures following after her were complete opposites of each other. One basked in the light, his eyes growing wider and wider as the girl's actions becae more frantic. He was interested in the brown and white blur that strode past him, temporarilily taking his breath away. He followed her shamelessly, and was certainly surprised that she didn't notice the way he openly gaped at her. She was a small thing, but those bright scarlet eyes he longed to look at just a bit more were beckoning him to her, like a moth to a flame. He'd only seen her face thrice, but he was certain.

She was the one.

So he watched her from behind, always two steps away from snatching her away.

The other one was a little more subtle of his actions. He stood in a single corner at the end of the hallway, steel grey eyes moving over her movements. He was cloaked in the shadows, but knew if she spared a glance his way, he'd be caught. She stole his attention by breaking the rules, running in the corridors. Since then, he's been spying on her, trying to figure her out. She seemed out of place, but the black, almost green glow that only his eyes could see showed that she was no longer lost. There was something off about her, anf he knew that he should just leave the poor girl alone, but his mind wouldn't let him.

She was running in the halls and that wasn't allowed.

So he'd let her tire herself out, then bite her to death.

Until then, he'd wait for her in the darkest corner of the kingdom.