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Izumi closed the door slowly behind her and leaned her head against it. Who was Yuuki? The name sounded oddly familiar to Izumi, and from the way Zero said her name, she could tell this girl meant something to him. Night Class, that's where she was from, she's the only person to have ever moved from Day Class to Night. And from the way Kaname spoke to him, and the way he responded I could tell he wasn't so keen on the Night Class.

But why? The Night Class had never done anything wrong that Izumi knew of, but even she had to admit that there was something off about them, they didn't seem quite the same as the Day Class students. How did you even become a Night Class student?

She sighed and allowed her legs to collapse, sliding her body to the floor. She pulled her knees to her chest and began silently rocking. What was wrong with her tonight?

Izumi brought her hand to her selenite necklace; she instantly felt a rush of calm run through her body. She never took it off, selenite was said provide protection and her mother had given it to her as a gift for her 6th birthday, she had barely taken it off since for it was the one of the only things she had to remind her of her mother.

With the thought of her mother still present in her mind, Izumi got up and walked over to the bathroom she shared with her roommate, Yori. However, Yori was still out patrolling and at night Izumi couldn't help but feel slightly alone.

She wandered over to bathroom to get changed out of her dress, but stopped when she caught her reflection. All the lavender in her hair had completely vanished and replaced by various twigs and muddy leaves, her hair no longer had it's familiar sheen, instead it looked limp and damp and lifeless. Izumi let out a gasp. The usual piercing blue tone in her eyes had faded and had been replaced by dull, dark blue. Splatters of mud were painted around her face, she didn't remember falling - she didn't even remember getting mud on her hands. And if she had looked this bad, then surely Zero would have said something?

Izumi took one look at her dress and sighed; she'd chosen it as a token of respect since today was the anniversary of her parent's death. It was once silky and white with an intricate flower design lacing the hem. Now it was splattered in mud and – a muddy handprint? A shiver passed over her. But it wasn't a human handprint, the fingers were sharp and pointed, she could tell by the nail prints just above it that the creature's hand had been curled in aggression. She stifled a scream.

It a matter of moments she thrust the dress off, hoping that whatever it was hadn't lodged onto the dress. Her mother's dress. She'd have to wash it first thing in the morning.

All of a sudden the door of the bathroom flew open, slamming against the wall, causing the shelves the rock to and fro. Izumi jumped back in shock, praying with every last shred of hope that it wasn't a spirit. But how could a spirit get past the protection circle I had created?

But it wasn't a spirit. Kiryuu Zero was stood in the entrance, his silvery hair glittering in the artificial light. Izumi let out a gasp when she saw he was holding a Bloody Rose – a weapon used to harm spirits but was unable to hurt humans. How did he have one?

She caught her expression in the mirror which completely covered the left side of the bathroom and realised she was stood there in her bra and underwear, her hair a tangled mess, her hands and knees covered in dirt – with Kiryuu Zero standing merely a metre away from her. Colour drifted to her face as she reached for her lavender robe and wrapped it around her.

"Are you ok Izumi? What happened to you?" He said, colour drifting to his face when he realised he had caught her in her underwear. However, Izumi didn't reply she merely stared at him, her eyes wild.

She took one small step towards him, her arms crossed. "Where on earth did you get that?" Izumi almost shouted, her hand shuck rapidly as she gestured to the Bloody Rose.

"Izumi, I heard a scream. What happened?" Zero asked, returning the Bloody Rose to the pocket in his jacket. He took another step towards her; he was now inches away from Izumi. She bit her lip as she felt his breath pierce her skin. "What happened, Izumi?"

She didn't realise she had screamed out loud. "I don't know, I just walked into the bathroom and-" Izumi was lost for words; she couldn't tell him about the handprint on her dress – could she?

He placed a hand on her shoulder, and moved in closer, something which Izumi knew was a very odd thing for Zero to do. "Rain-san?"

"I don't know, okay? Can we please just forget this happened?" She muttered, looking down to avoid Zero's gaze. She grabbed hold of his hand and pushed it off her shoulder and took a step away from him. She still didn't look up.

"Whatever Izumi, I tried to help. I can do nothing more." The warm tone had left his voice and replaced by a much harsher one, harsh for even Zero. He sighed, and began to leave.

Izumi was taken aback by his tone but managed to say, "You didn't answer my question."

He span around to face her, a glare was plastered to his face, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "What question?"

Her eyes narrowed. "The question you're quite obviously avoiding. Otherwise you wouldn't be playing– and failing at that- dumb."

Zero didn't take his eyes off her. "I'm not obliged to answer that, therefore I won't. Goodnight Rain-san."

Izumi sighed as she tried to run after him, not caring when her rove slipped from her shoulders, leaving her in merely her underwear. She ran down the hallway, calling after him – not caring who she woke up in the process. She shoved the large door open which was the entrance to the Sun Dorms open with all her might. And when she felt her feet collide with stony path; Zero was long gone.

A chill passed through her and she realised she had been shaking. She wasn't going find Zero tonight, she couldn't even if she wanted to, for the spirits were far too strong tonight -and from the look of the handprint on her mother's dress- were closing in on the campus, too.

Though she remained out in the cold for just a second, taking in the stars that lined the sky tonight, she smiled to herself and headed back inside, with thoughts of Zero clouding up her mind.

As soon as she arrived in her bedroom, Izumi realised she was still coated in mud and dirt and twigs so she decided to take a shower, it hope that it might relax her too.

However it didn't. The water was ice cold even though it was turned up to full heat, she could tell from the redness of her skin and the condensation tattooing the shower that it was actually steaming hot, but she couldn't seem to feel it, or anything for that matter. Not that she particularly wanted to in the first place though. To love is to kill. Izumi had always thought and she strongly believed that.

Which is why she distanced herself from virtually everyone, she had vowed to herself to never fall in love ever since she had struggled for months to deal with her parent's death and the pain she felt when they died was something she never wanted to feel again. Surely love wasn't worth that?