A lone corpse lay in the middle of a clearing, hole through its back prominently on display, surrounded by a large spot of dried blood. None of the creatures surrounding it, however, made any move to make it their next meal.

A finger twitched.

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In the morning hours of the day, long before any student even thought about leaving the comfort of their dorms, the school staff was busy setting up for the official first day of classes. Office secretaries were typing away at insane speeds, making various transactions and messages that would keep the school running smoothly. The janitors entered and exited rooms, stocking and performing last minute cleaning as they went. The teachers checked their agendas, prepped for them, and then double checked to make sure they were ready.

The headmaster went on being his usual, creepy self. All-in-all, it was an ordinary beginning of the school year.

In one of the classrooms, a teacher by the name of Shizuka Nekonome hummed to herself while making last-minute preparations for the day to come. As she bustled about, she occasionally knocked something over, only for it to be caught with cat-like reflexes before the object in question could hit the ground, an amazing feat, considering her eyes were closed, despite the pair of red glasses perched on her face.

About an hour before her new students were due to arrive, the cheerful woman stopped what she was doing, gave the room a once over, and sighed in satisfaction. This would do.

Pulling a small mirror from her pocket, a carefully manicured hand ran itself though her blond hair, careful not to ruffle up two semi-noticeable protrusions on either side of her head.

Pleased with her work, a good stretch was decided on as a reward. Pulling used muscles into a more relaxed state, a yawn proceeded from her mouth, revealing extremely pointy, sharp teeth. A low rumbling noise filled the room, startling the poor teacher, before realizing that it she herself that was making the noise.

With a look at the clock, the catty teacher sat in her seat, fished out a magazine from the depths of her desk, curled up, and settled down for the arrival of her students. If she was lucky, maybe one of them would bring tuna for lunch and share it with her!

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About half an hour before Nekonome was done prepping her room, the silver-haired heroine of our story was just waking up. After crushing her alarm clock, she sat up, eyes blurry and long tresses fluffed about every which-way.

Yawning loudly, she stretched, eliciting the sounds of several vertebrae cracking in succession.

"Hup, ho." Moka muttered, throwing her blanket up from off her body.


My dear readers, it has been far too long since I last updated this fic. I present to you a brief preview of what I have. Rest assured, I have not abandoned my work. In about 6 hours to 2 days, expect the full chapter.

And yes, before any of you start complaining that I ripped this off from ShadowFaux, I changed my Pen name to FakerKing. With that, be vigilant.

FakerKing, out.