I decided to give up on Shinjiru. I swear. I'll never to fluff again. This. I.Swear. For now, here comes a SC horror fanfic. It'll be pretty slow moving, so bear with me. I'll hit the climax as soon as I can. Based on an original manga of mine. PAWS OFF!
"So… This is Seiyo…"
A petite figure leaned against the school wall. How she had gotten over the wall? I don't think you'd ever want to now. The moonlight shone onto the girls face, her white mane of waist-length hair reflecting the silvery light, forming an eerie, ominous halo around her head, like a dark angel. Her scarlet red eyes bore a feral sleekness, a feline-like glint, the look of a predator stalking its prey, hungry. Her eyes shone with a profound curiosity and temptation. A temptation, a dark temptation. A dark temptation beyond imagination, beyond recognition. A bloodthirsty desire. A temptation no one would ever understand.
"This… Will be interesting won't it?"
Chapter One
"There's a new girl!'
The news of the new student spread like wildfire, as it always had. Is he a she?(A girl, duh! BAAKKA.) Is she cute?(Never seen her.) Is she single?(Sicko.) Such questions (and answers) were thrown about in a mad frenzy around every corridor. A new student was not a rare occurrence. Maybe it was just boys high on the testosterones, but that's thinking too much, so I'll digress.
"Now, students, settle dow… WHOA!"
Nikaidou-sensei walked into the classroom, tripping along as always. He swept his overly long hair out of his face, coughed once, twice, three times. He brushed some imaginary dust off his shirt, and looked at the class, as if willing them to say something. His mouth hung, slack jawed for many moments before so9me words finally emerged from his goldfish-y mouth.
"Hiroyama-san, you can enter now."
A fair haired, delicate-looking girl with a svelte figure walked into the class. Her silver-ish white hair was tied into a neat ponytail at the base of her neck with a black ribbon. Her blood red eyes were serious, the eyes of a person who has seen to much for her age. She glanced up at the rest of the class through her half-rimmed spectacles, and her face flushed a bright, brilliant red.
"D-do I have to do t-this, s-sensei?" she stuttered incoherently. Nikaidou-sensei nodded, barely looking at her.
Her eyes drifted back to the class and she whimpered. "H-hi…" she said, not to the class, but to her feet. Nikaidou-sensei glanced up at her and frowned. The new girl caught his gaze and inhaled. "I… I… I…, " she began, murmuring. "My name is Hiroyama Oharu and I'm very meased to pleet you all!" Her voice had grown steadily louder with each word, her 'all' ending as a flustered cry, before her head lumped back down and the 'suddenly attractive' floor.
"Very good… Very good," Nikaidou-sensei stood up. "Hiroyamasan, till you get your textbooks, you shall share your textbooks with the girl over there." He motioned to a pink- haired girl sitting (or rather, sleeping.) in the corner of the room. "You don't mind right, Himamori-san?"
Amu felt something prod her arm. "Ran… Stop it…" she mumbled, brushing her arm, as if to rid of a parasite. "No.. It's sensei, he's calling for you!" At the sound of this, Amu's head snapped up, only to see Nikaidou-sensei leaning over her.
"I see… Sleeping in my class."
He shrugged. "I'll forgive you this time, Himamori-san. Hiroyama-san, take a seat. Classes will begin now."