Chapter 1: Cross Reopens
A mass of Day class and Night class students wearing black unifroms and white unifroms respectivly stood before a small mass of rubble that was the gate. Almost all of the Night class students were under umbrelas. The only one that wasn't had his long hair parted in half and wrapped to his forehead and then tied and put to the side of the top of his head. He had a scar shaped like the tree known as a weeping willow that was on his forehead and hidden by his hair. His dark grey eyes faced forward to the man wearing tan. He stood next to a blond girl who had her hair in a braid. She was under an umbrella and was obviously also a Night class student since she was wearing a white uniform. Her head was tilted a bit back and her blue eyes were fixed on the sky. "Any questions?" the man up front asked. The teen with black hair raised his hand. "Yes, you." the man up front called on. "Yeah, my name is Damion, and my question is why did you ask for questions when you didn't say anything else?" the teen with black hair questioned. The one up front turned and began to walk deeper onto the grounds. "And there were no fucks to give that day." "Follow me." the man said. Everyone began to follow him.
"Tori, what do you think of headmaster Cross?" Damion asked the blond girl beside him. "He is definently free spirited. Though he didn't seem to pleased about your question." Tori replied. A white haired female Day class student stepped out in front of Damion. She glared at him. "What do you want?" Damion asked. The female just continued to glare. "Look, if I did something wrong then just tell me what it is." Damion said. The female spit. "You damn pig. You're the spitting image of some one who doesn't care about their style." she insulted. "That's because I don't care." Damion replied. "But you're a Night class student, and they are all supossed to be models." the female immediatly responded. "Does it look like I give a damn?" Damion questioned. "Just leave him alone. It's bad enough that his family was murdered." Tori said to the female. "Oh, Damion Valentine and Celest Cresent, come to my office." headmaster Cross ordered. "Alright." Damion sighed out. "Okay." the white haired female answered. Damion glared at her, for he knew that she was the Celest that the headmaster was talking about. Celest glared back.
Headmaster's office...
Damion and Celest glared at eachother. "You two are the only ones that are here and were born in another country. And, since you two are from seperate classes, you two shall be the guardians here." the headmaster announced. "Huh?" Damion spat out in confusion. "WHAT!?" Celest asked. "Yep, and I just made it official!" headmaster Cross responded. "Cross, with all do respect, why did you partner me up with Celest?" Damion asked. "Because you two are dependable. And besides, you won't be seeing eachother all that much even if you are guardians." Cross explained. "Fine." Damion groaned. "Alright." Celest sighed out. "Good, now then, report to your dorms immediatly." Cross ordered.