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Yori and I had bonded quickly. We stayed up chatting until the students in the room next door complained. Yori was so upset that Yuuki had moved to the Night Class, since they were best friends. She said that one-day, once she could figure out and reach the requirements to be in the Night Class, she would move there, too. I giggled at the ferocity of her tone of voice. She was so determined.
After I had gotten up at 5:30 in the morning, I walked in front of the tall mirror in the bathroom, studying my outfit. Not bad, I smiled at myself, I expected much worse. I spent half an hour trying out different hairstyles to wear on my first day of school, trying to decide between fancy French braids or cute buns on either side of my head. In the end, however, I tied my hair up in my usual: a plain ponytail, with my short, thin bangs brushed to the right side of my face. I placed the strawberry-blonde ponytail over my right shoulder, trying to create an elegant look.
I put on my long, knee-length stockings, and put on the only pair of shoes I had brought, which was a pair of black, leather boots. I thought that I looked sleek in my mostly-black uniform. It was actually kind of stylish.
I picked up my new textbooks: Math, English, Science, and History. I rummaged through my suitcase and pulled out my schoolbag, dumping all of the textbooks in. Yori got up and took a shower as I slung my bag over my shoulder, waving a quick goodbye to Yori before heading for the door.
"Why are you leaving so early?" She asked me, a little bit puzzled.
"I figure I should get to know all of the teachers before class starts." I replied. "You want to come?"
"Nah. I have to last-minute study for my Calculus exam. But here," She said, reaching into her drawer, "Tie this in your hair. It'll look nice." She handed me a red ribbon, and I tied it around my hair band, pulling it into a neat, pretty bow. "Great! Now you're ready to meet the teachers." She winked at me, and I closed the door quietly behind me.
I walked noiselessly down the hallway. It was lit dimly, not exactly a modern place, but cozy and inviting all the same. I could hear the other girls in the dorm yawning and climbing out of bed, preparing for school. There was laughter and gossip, something I hadn't heard for over seven years.
I looked down the spiraling staircase, and decided to have some fun by sliding down the banister. Another Day-Class student at the bottom of the staircase caught me, and reprimanded me, "Hey! What're you doing?! No sliding on the railing!"
I nodded and bowed respectfully. "Please forgive me, sir. I didn't mean to cause trouble." I looked up at his face. He was definitely the most beautiful human I'd ever seen, if that's what he was. His face was not as kind and forgiving as the vampire's had been, and he wasn't classically handsome, but he had a charm that made me feel lust for him anyways.
He stared back down at me. I was a good head shorter than he was, and he made me feel rather small. "Are you a new student?" He asked with a very authoritative voice.
"Yes. I'm starting here today." I said, flashing him a quick smile that I hoped was attractive.
"Great." He mumbled, in a way that made it seem like it wasn't so great. I had the feeling he didn't want me to be there at all. Then, directing it at me, "What's your name?"
"I'm Sakura." I said, sticking out my hand for him to shake. He backed away from it, as if he would never touch a hand of such a lowly little girl. I hadn't noticed that I had been blushing furiously. "What's your name?" I asked.
He inhaled sharply, and said, "I'm—" A piercing shriek pierced the air. Was that the bell? The boy took off towards the gates, where the Day Class students gathered. One by one, the Night Class students walked out of the building, classy and with an air that made me feel like a dirty servant in their presence. They were all so beautiful, but I guess that was just one of the benefits of being one of them. The boy opened the gates, and was like a traffic director, making sure that the Day Class and the Night Class didn't bump into each other. I was left, with my right hand extended, waiting for an imaginary hand to shake mine.
I didn't get a chance to meet and get to know the teachers, so you can bet how mad they were when I walked into the classroom late. "Young lady, why are you five minutes late?" My first teacher had asked.
I turned to face the class, only to find a room full of students, all of them staring at me. I gulped, maybe a little too noisily, and said, "I-I'm really sorry, sir. I'm new here. It's my first day."
The teacher was merciless. "Go down to the office and get a tardy slip. Fill it out and bring it back here." The class snickered. "I'll be seeing you in detention." I just stood there, motionless, mouth open, looking stupid. "What are you waiting for? You're lucky you're new, or else I'd be giving you a referral right now."
"Sir." A voice from the students. The teacher turned to face the boy who had caught me sliding down the banister earlier that morning.
"What?"
"It's my fault that she was late to class today." The teacher grunted an unsatisfied grunt in response. "I could escort her to get a pass." He said slowly. "It's the least I can do." There he was, my guardian angel sent down from heaven by the hands of god, but he came in the form of a Day Class student of Cross Academy. I almost sighed out loud.
"Very well. The two of you, get out of here." We left.
He strode down the hall purposefully, while I followed him. For every step he took, I took two. I was merely a little girl standing next to him. I hurried to catch up to him. We walked in silence for what seemed like an hour, but finally I broke the tension by saying, "Thanks for helping me back there."
He shrugged. "I don't wanna hear it." That was rude. I thought suspiciously. One moment he's my hero, and the next, he's a bully. He continued to walk at a running speed, not even looking at me once. The hallways suddenly seemed like a frozen tundra, stretching on forever and ever beyond mountains of fears and worry.
We reached the office. We went in, and Zero began mumbling things to the assistant, and she handed us a little yellow slip of paper. He snatched it off the counter, almost crumpling it in the process.
It was the same thing on the way back. No talking, no chatter, no smiling, nothing. When we reached the classroom, I was going to say thanks, but snapped my mouth shut, just so that I wouldn't be mortified when he said, I don't wanna hear it. The boy opened the door for himself, letting it close before I got the chance to stop it. No common curtsey.
The rest of the day was miserable, miserable torture. It was as if every minute I was getting closer to freedom. But every minute seemed to drag on for hours.
We learned about the basics: Physics, calculus, trigonometry, biology, grammar and spelling, the World War two, and so on so forth. I was a talented note taker, and jotted down just about every word that came out of the teacher's mouth. We had a quiz in Calculus. Yay. I think I made it out with a solid B, but who knows?
By the time the bell rang, I was so eager to get out of my seat and go back to my dorm that I ran to the front of the class and almost sprinted the rest of the way to the gates, where I was supposed to met Zero Kiryu. I was looking forward to meeting a friendly Disciplinary Committee member to talk to.
For a long time, I just sat there and waited. I suspected that he would stand out in a crowd, that he would look different, maybe wear different uniform, but I was wrong. I must have waited for a long time before I finally started asking around for Zero Kiryu. The rude boy in class walked by me, towards the gates, and I asked him. "Do you know a Zero Kiryu?"
He ignored me. I kept on pestering him, following him around and around until he finally wheeled around to face me, yelling, "Yes! I am Zero Kiryu! Get it? Now shut up and leave me alone!"
Somebody was a little bitter.
He stormed off towards the gate, and you could almost see the clouds of anger fuming from his head. Black mood all over the place. I just stood there, waiting for him to turn around and say, "But how can I help you, anyways?" He never did. I still didn't let that get me down, and ran off after him.
"But…I'm the new Disciplinary Committee member!" I yelled after him. As soon as I said it, it was as if the pause button had been hit, for he froze in his tracks. I even had to look around just to make sure that everybody else was moving. Thank goodness they were.
"What did you say?" He asked, without turning to face me. How kind of him to ignore me. I remained silent, and shrugged my shoulders, even though I was sure he wouldn't see me. He waited there for a few moments, then spun around on his heels, grabbing the collar of my shirt. "I said, what did you say?"
I stared back at him, trying to look strong and defiant. But the burning anger in his eyes overwhelmed me, and I could feel his own grip relax as I did, "I-I said I am on the Disciplinary Committee." He released his deathgrip on my coat collar, and just stood there, looking at me in disbelief. I took this time to straighten up my shirt, now wrinkled by his clasp.
Finally, he just shook his head, throwing his hands up in the air. "Leave it to old Cross to put an idiot on the Disciplinary Committee." He mumbled. I thought I could hear him say, "He might as well put himself on it."
I folded my arms across my chest insubordinately, hanging around and waiting for him to make some stupid remark about the ribbon in my hair, or my fair hair. But he never did, and for once I was relieved that I had been wrong.
We could hear squeals of delight coming from the gates, and all the girls were rushing to see the Night Class. As Zero turned to run, he pointed an accusing finger at me and commanded, "You! Stay right where you are." I pouted, then sat where I was.
I watched as Zero did his job. He blew his whistle, pushing the members of the Day Class back as the Night Class walked by. He led the Day Class one way, and the Night Class the other way. Impressive.
I had to disobey him by scrambling off the path as the Night Class walked daintily towards the school. I sat on a rock nearby, hugging my knees to my flat, underdeveloped chest. I sighed, and thought about home. I grew bored, and watched as Zero wrapped up by closing the gates. The Night Class was so beautiful, elegant, dainty, and gorgeous. As much as I hated them, no amount of hatred could make me deny the truth: they were better than I was.
The few days here had not been going along as well as I had hoped. My mind began to wander to home, where my master lived. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I missed him. I missed the way he called me Yakuza, and I missed the way he worked me until I could work no more. But it was not really my master that I missed, it was just the atmosphere of being somewhere that I was used to, even if it was the same place that an evil master lived.
Thinking about home made me nervous, and I began absentmindedly licking my lips. I let my tongue glaze over the tips of my teeth, letting it dwell on my abnormally sharp canines. It was only when I wiped the spit on my hand that I realized I must have pricked my tongue with my tooth, for it was bleeding. The smell of blood was making me dizzy, so I buried my face in my hands. As soon as I felt better, I looked up—and came face-to-face with a group of bloodthirsty vampires.
"Mmm… Did anyone ever tell you your blood smells really good?" It was her. The normal-looking one with the drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend. I stood up, and backed up against a tree. The ravenous look in her eyes went away, and she covered her mouth and gasped. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I'm just…I'm still recovering from the bite. I don't know how to react to blood. I'm so sorry." She took my hand and helped me sit back on the rock. "You're the new girl, Sakura, right?" She was smart not to mention my last name.
"Yes." I said, and I put my hand over my mouth when I realized my voice was shaking.
"I'm really, really sorry about scaring you. Do you need any help with anything?" She looked sincere, as if she really wanted to help. As if. The vampires that were in her 'group' had never thirsted for my blood—they had learned to control themselves. I looked at each on of them, and nearly gasped when I saw that he was there.
I shook my head. "I'll be fine. It's okay, by the way. You can't help it." Trust me, I would know. I thought in my head. She smiled sweetly. "Alright. But if you ever need any help at all, just ask, ok?" I nodded. She and the others walked into the school.
I swallowed the rest of the blood in my mouth, and stood up. I collected my bags, almost forgetting about Zero. When I looked towards the gates, I couldn't find him anywhere. I decided to just go back to the dorm and get some dinner. I finished gathering my books, which had been knocked on the ground when I stood up, and turned around.
I nearly fell backwards when I found Zero right behind me. "Forgot about my orders?"
I shook my head, looking like a total idiot. "No! No, I didn't."
He rolled his eyes and told me to follow him. "Come on, you're going to make us late for supper. Hurry up." I ran to catch up again.
"Where are we going?" I asked. I genuinely wanted to know.
"You and I are going to take a little visit to Headmaster Cross."
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