This is a coauthor story. It was written by Hallows07 and me! We don't own Death Note or any of it's characters!

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Trailing round each plastered corner, the young lady in the yellow vest top released a loud sighed. She scrunched up her face and raised a hand against the light invading her eyesight through the many wide windows of the college.

'What a dump! When was the last time someone actually cleaned this place?' she thought grimly, deciding that she didn't want to know the answer. The hallways were deserted without any life other than herself except for a few dust bunnies. The walls were painted a dull green and the floors were tiled. Her shoes tapped, tapped, and tapped against the ancient colours of each square plaque. The browns and greens created an autumn atmosphere that was the opposite of the summer sunshine and the warm breeze that lingered outside. The smell of dust and aged books filled the atmosphere around her, as the outdoors behind the bright glossy windows appeared to be more like fresh flowers with slight a hint of the sea. She sighed again, examining a very detailed map of the area. The young lady crumbled the paper up and shoved it into the pocket of her jeans, as she troubled herself with rearranging the three folders in her arms.

"What am I going to do? I don't even know the time." She moaned quietly.

Although there was no one around to answer, she noticed a ticking sound. It was a rather annoying drawl of a tick, with a click too. Tick… click and so on. She followed it eagerly, as a few students could be seen through the dusty windows. They were leaving to other buildings on campus.

Glancing round the room she had stumbled into, she looked out for what she had assumed must have been the clock responsible for the sound. It appeared as ancient as time itself, tattered and beaten. The ink numbers were fading from laying in the bright sunshine too long for many days that had long passed by.

She gasped!

Nine o'clock ticked away where she stood and she gasped once more in sudden realization, "I'm late!"

She turned and ran for the door she had entered through only to knock into a rather 'dashing' young man.

Their work mixed, as they both fumbled around and dragged each other down to the tiles. Having lost balance with her folders, she sighed again and began to curse this boy for the mess. However, little was she aware of the fact that not only was he staring at her, but he was also slightly cursing her own idiocy.

She gathered up her blue folders and blinked up at the stranger with tight lips and a small frown, "Yes?" She asked uncertainty. She scanned him with her eyes.

He scowled at her, very aware of her looking him over and quickly gathered his own things. He pulled himself up and onto his feet, as she also - somewhat cautiously - got up from the floor.

"No offense, but perhaps it would be logical not to run in the halls." He told her as though he were speaking to a child. The mockery in his voice hit her hard, but she was immediately done with being civil.

"Oh, really," she said with a sneer, "Well, perhaps you should listen to your own advice. After all, you ran into me!" His scowl increased and she shrank away from his tall frame.

He smirked at the sight of her cringing and lightly tapped her on the head, "I'll see you around… maybe." He grinned at her confused expression and then carried on his daily schedule.

"What an idiot!" She said to herself, "Honestly, the first person I meet and he's a complete jerk!" she growled in frustration, "And he probably would have refused to tell where my science class is!"

She balled her fists and dropped the folders once more. Breathing deeply and calmly so not to lose her nerve - or possibly dignity, she attempted to think over her predicament.

She was a new student...

She was lost...

She was late...

And she was probably going to be in trouble.

Overwhelmed by that deduction she grabbed at her hair in the middle of the hallway and began to curse herself and her momentarily ditzy mind. This young lady did not handle well under stress, and she had never been late for school in her entire life.

"Hello!"

She squeaked with fright!

He stared.

She swirled round to face the tall stranger and suddenly squeaked again out of surprise. He was definitely not a student, because he looked more mature than the other student she had seen. Although, she figured he had to be a teacher: it was hard to be certain due to the lack of a suit or briefcase. He wore baggy jeans and a long white top. She was so taken in by his dark eyes that she did not at once notice his bare feet.

She tilted her head to the side and inquired with a very small voice, "Who are you?"

He kept staring. Feeling a little uncomfortable under his strong gaze, she focused on the ground instead. She frowned at his bare feet and then dared another look up at his face… he was still staring.

She took a step away from him, 'What an unnerving stranger…' She felt venerable under his long gaze.

"Well… I'm going to be late for Science; so I'll just go." She said quietly, pointing a thumb behind her.

She slowly took two more steps away from the eerie man and then bent down even more slowly in order to get her folders.

He smiled a little. She shivered. He was abnormal! Peculiar and -

"Would you like me to take you to class? I do believe I will be your teacher this year."

"Helpful, very helpful..." She thought to herself. Her visage must have appeared to be startled, as she nodded with wide eyes. He obviously found this amusing in some way, as though he had found a being of lower intelligence that was really more of a new toy. What an oddity he was for ever thinking such a thing.

Straightening up, she offered her hand to him, "I'm Egeria." She said politely.

He gave her a small nod in return and moved passed her.

"To class…" he murmured mysteriously. His bare feet pattering as she followed him with the tap and click of her shoes not far behind.

Notes from skipbeat08

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