I stare at Yuka's bed, still F*CKING surprised that she brought three suitcases instead of one with a backpack, like me. I mean, you don't need much here. She smiles and her dorm mate, some chick named Christine, laughs, taking her hands and both hopping with unnecessary glee. "Oh it's going to be so much fun having a dorm mate!" Christine screams, Yuka laughing along.

I walk out without telling them. I mean come on! Jumping up and down like you just won the lottery over some dorm mate? What the He**! I mean even I don't get that excited over some 'friend'! Sure, I'm happy, but I don't do…just what the He**? I shake off a cold feeling shooting up my spinal cord and walk down the Sun Dorms: Girls' Dormitories to find my assigned one, my left backpack strap hanging over my right shoulder with my hand clutched firmly around it and my small, green suitcase rolling behind me silently. I mouth the rooms as I walk by: 34, and 35, and 36, and 37…ext. My horns sting under the cap, random strands of pink hair turning crimson. When are my horns going to regenerate? I wince and pick up my speed, hoping I wouldn't run into anyone. I find '56' eventually and slip in, finding two beds, both empty, and dust all over, just the door opening stinging my eyes with the stuff. As I blink to remove traces of dust from my eyeballs, I slip the strap off my arm and drop the backpack on the bed with a slight dunk. I heave the suitcase up on it and release my vectors, stretching both my regular muscles and the muscles in the vectors. I massage my spine with both thumbs and take a deep breath, the scent of aged wood and dust so welcoming. I stare at the windows, the red curtains billowing with an open window. I walk over to shut it, when I see Yuki walking by, whistling some happy tune. I roll my eyes slightly and shut it firmly, accidentally overdoing it and cracking the glass. I scratch the back of my neck, staring at the cracks, shrugging it off and walking over to my suitcase, pulling out some bottle of purple liquid. I stare at the note attached and peel it off, reading the sloppy handwriting of Kota.

Lucy/Nyuu

I know you have bad fevers and the occasional stomach ache, so this should help with both. There should be instructions on the bottle, but if there isn't, just call and I'll tell you. If you ever run out, again, call and I'll pick some up for you (or agree to meet me somewhere in town).

Kota

Ah, Kota, if only you were mine…I set the bottle on the stand next to the bed against the right wall when you enter and dump the pack contents onto the bed. A gun fires and I jump, not expecting a gun in my back pack. I stare at the gun and see 'Bloody Rose' on it. I stare at the other contents and face palm; this is NOT my bag. Sure I had the same trail mix, books, and do, do, dad, but I'm positive I didn't have a rose gun for vampires (I did my research after the attack. Thank you Google!), a picture of Zero and Yuki with 'We're going to High School! Let's celebrate!' scrawled all over the top above Zero's blank face and Yuki straining to look over his shoulder, since she only goes to about the mid of his chest after all, and I'm EXTREMELY SURE that I do not have a picture of that guy who helped me an hour ago with the puking in my mouth issue with a big 'X' in red and a whole bunch of other things on it that I shouldn't mention, but I wish I could. Trust me, it's F*CKING hilarious! Oh, this is definitely the joke of the year! Oh…that's good stuff. I release the laughter I had been straining to contain for the past four sentences and fall back, rolling into a ball onto the floor. Whoever's bag this belongs to definitely knows good torture. I sigh and wipe tears of pressured humor out of the brims of my red-pink orbs and release the ribs I had been holding tightly, standing and gathering the bags contents and dumping them back in the bag. I unzip the suitcase to check if I have the right one and sigh in relief; yep, this is mine. I leave it open and peer out the door, getting irritated with the cracks and forcing the window to open up so I can peer outside. Bag in one hand, I crawl out and shut the window behind me, not really thinking I should lock it. I jump down, my vectors pushing against the ground to ensure safety, and walk towards the trees.

"Lucy?" a familiar voice rings.

My heart freezes, my brain aches, and my muscles cramp. My eyes widen and my vectors push against the ground for extra support. The blood loss from the horns is maximizing, and it hurts. I wince and look up to Zero, holding a similar bag to the one I have. Oh, so this is Mr. Funny Torture? Huh, so he's not as dull as he seems. "What is it,-OUCH!"

I grip my head and I feel the horns slowly build up the bone, the marrow being the most painful part. You see, my regeneration is faster than that of humans, but the horns have been regenerating for over three months and it's under halfway. I wince and cringe, Zero bravely walking over and setting a cold, firm hand on my shoulder. The horns stop, then I take off the soggy cap. Blood drips on the grass and Zero wrinkles his nose in disgust. I clench the cap.

"Sorry," I mutter, offering him the bag, "I accidentally took your bag."

He blinks at it and swaps his for my own. I kneel down to shuffle through the bag's contents, my books, my pictures, and my trail mix all in there. I drag out a picture of Kota and Nyuu from last month at the fair, Yuka on the other side of me, Nana and Mayu sitting next to my crouching figure (or Nyuu) and Kota standing to her right. Cotton candy is clutched in 'my' hands, my face coated with rice grains and cotton candy itself. Nana was laughing, her hair drenched with soda and Mayu hugging her ribs, an empty soda cup in hand. That was a fun time, and I really just want to get this academy over with so I can relive it with myself, not my cheery split personality. I shove the picture away and stand, turning and walking for my dorm when Zero stops me by grabbing my left elbow. I glance at it and not considering it a major threat, turn to him.

"Don't touch me," I jerk out of his grasp.

He blinks. "Sorry."

I sigh. "Did you want something, Zero?"

He nods. He offers me a white piece of cloth in his hand and I stare at it, seeing a splotch of red and turning it over while it's still in his palm to see the same symbol as his sash. Right, I'm supposed to be in the Disciplinary Committee/Guardians. I sigh and take it, knowing I wasn't going to win this one. He walks away and I stare at the mark on his neck before he vanishes into the trees. That mark is just so familiar, I'm getting goose bumps. I trudge over to the side of the building and use my vectors to climb up, catapulting myself through the window and landing perfectly on the floor. I throw the bag onto the mattress and sit on the left bed, head in hands. That mark is just so familiar, it's bothering me massively. Maybe…Maybe if I just know how he got it. Maybe if I knew, I could tell what I'm missing, but that mark doesn't look like the Easter Bunny put it there. No, I think it was something far worse, something more dangerous than me and Nana combined. I shake my head from the thought. If such a thing existed, the world would probably be a dead wasteland by now. I sigh and stand, remembering all the snide comments I made at Zero earlier. Ugh, don't tell me I have to apologize! I'll just ask Yuka, she'll know what to do. I stand and lock the window tightly, walking out of the door and trudging down the halls once more, counting down this time and stopping in front of Yuka and Christine's door. I blink for a short amount of time before lifting up my hand to knock, only allowing someone to wrap thin fingers around the wrist. I turn to Yuka herself, Christine smiling behind her.

"Do you need something, Lucy?" Christine asks.

I turn to Yuka. "Can I talk to you alone? It's sort of…Yuck…" I shrug, symbolizing that it is a 'love dove' or 'mushy SH*T that friends share' type of thing.

She sighs and nods, Christine walking back into the room and Yuka following me to the middle of the steps before the rest of the way down. I lean against the rail and cross my arms, looking down and she smiles slightly. I guess she's happy to help a 'friend'. I sigh and Yuka raises a brow. "What happened?"

I point to my heart. "This is malfunctioning."

She rolls her eyes. "WOW! Lucy, if you like someone, just be out with it!"

I cringe. "Not exactly…I just feel like I need to…" I shudder, "apologize to…gulp…you-know-who."

"Vo-"

I growl. "NOT THAT YOU-KNOW-WHO!"

She giggles. "It's easy, just like a level three in a game of thirty levels!"

I sigh. "Yeah, but it feels like that level thirty."

She giggles even more (if possible) and takes my wrist, leading me down the rest of the stairs. "All you have to do is say a contraction, and a word, that's it!"

I shake my head. "No, it's not. I can't even pronounce the F*CKING witch chant."

She rolls her eyes at my stubbornness. "Do you have a better idea?"

I sigh, thinking. "Give me a school year to think about it."

She sighs, stopping in the middle of the hall. "Do I have to give you an apology manual or some SH*T like that?"

I smirk at her rare use of cussing. "No, I just don't want to apologize and show weakness. Out of all people, you should know that, Kota's GF4EVER."

She blinks. "H-How the Heck…where did you learn that?"

I smirk and shrug. "I saw you on the chat room yesterday, Yuka, so…"

She sighs. "Okay, so what if I like Kota? I'm human, he's human, and you…you're someone he'd like more."

I smile. At least she didn't say 'something' in place of 'someone'. "Think of this like…like a level two, your assignment being to HELP ME GET THIS FEELING O-U-T!"

She shakes her head and grins like I'm being silly (which I probably am). "Why don't we do the simplest thing possible? Ask for a friend of said victim of your terror!"

I laugh. "Gee, thanks for the confidence boost, Yuka."

We start down the hall, walking out and Yuka staring up at the sky. It's graying, which I don't EXTREMELY mind, but it just bothers me some for some odd reason. The back of my neck prickles and I sigh, staring at the path laid down in front of us to see a similar uniform to that of the boy who helped me, the only difference is a guy with tan skin and orange hair. A small dirty blonde is next to him, her pale skin conspicuous. This is when the song 'I'm a Superstar' pops into head and I clutch the sides of said head. MAN THAT SONG IS ANNOYING! 'I am a superstar, with a big, big house and a big, big car!' I mean how do you live through…Ugh…I shake my head and drop my arms, Yuka giggling. I guess she knew what torture popped into my head. The two stare in front of us stare at said friends and Yuka waves, nervously giggling. I guess she can also tell that they are two of the vamps that Cross mentioned.

"Hello!" she squeaks with nervousness. "I'm Yuka, a new student!"

I feel at my head to another soggy and bloody ruined cap. At least it's there. I sigh and take out another cap, yanking it over the ruined one. These are probably going to go faster than pained tears of a five-year-old…why the heck did I use that example? I shake my head once more and look around. Where the He** is that chick Yuki when you need her? I start to back up when my back hits a wall. Great, just d*m mother F*CKING great to bump into a wall with two vamps right in the path you need to go down. Yep, number 1 day of this F*CKING year, oh wait…MY HORNS BEING BLOWN OFF IS THE BEST! I grit my teeth and hear and feel a painful snap on my head. I blankly look up and dig under my cap, dragging out two one inch squared horn chunks in each hand. I blankly look up once more, the two vampires still staring. Yuka covers her mouth and then her ears, the other copying. I huff and scream at the top of my lungs, tears of pain mixing in with the blood leaking out the edges of the cap. THIS SUCKS! I mean come on! My horns were about halfway and now look! I JUST SNAPPED THEM OFF! F*CK IT! JUST D*M MOTHER F*CK IT! I buckle my knees and my calves slide onto the ground flat, my hands wrapped around the chunks. Yuka crawls over, despite I'm still screaming, and pats my back.

"Maybe we better get Yuki and fast," she suggests.

I bite my lip, the screaming remaining inside and causing my face to turn red. "'Mat 'mount 'be 'monopoly?"

She raises a brow. "Assuming I'm correct, no, we don't have apparent time for any apologies." She heaves me up, my lips still pressed together hard, the mumbles apparently barely audible. The two stand and stare at me, twitching at their most likely damaged ears. Yuka pushes my back. "Come on, now, Lucy, let's get you some bandages…"

"AND BONE GROWTH HORMONES!" I shriek, the pain unbearable.

She pats my back gently. "We'll call Kota for that, okay Lucy?"

I nod. Well, it can always be worse! Think of this like…level 2 (I wouldn't want to go to level 30, just saying). Level 3 is bound to be harder somehow, right?